A/N: Ok here goes story number two, Fr/Uk, don't like, don't read *warning: may contain the perverted frog*

Arthur had spent many times trying to convince himself that all he felt for Francis was friendship but sometimes he just wasn't sure anymore. Every time he walked through the door of the potions classroom, or anytime he saw him for that matter, Arthur had to shake his head to keep the word sexy from entering his thoughts.
As Snape began to take attendance, Arthur noticed that Gilbert and Matthew were missing …..probably making out in one of the secret passageways or the Room of Requirement, he thought. Those two had been going out since the end of 5th year and where one was, the other could usually be found.
Arthur jumped as his thoughts were interrupted at the sound of Francis plonking down his books and sitting next to him, his silky blonde hair pulled back with a ribbon the exact sapphire blue colour of his eyes. Arthur resisted the urge to reach out and stroke it to see if it felt the as soft as it looked.
"Late, Mr. Bonnefoy." said the potions master, never looking up from his papers. "Now all of you pair up with the person next to you and brew the potion at directed on page 394."
Arthur and Francis pulled out their potion books and kits.
"How was Ancient Runes, mon amour?"
"Not bad, frog how was Divination?"
"Like every year, Trelawney has already picked out her death prediction victim."
"Who is it this year?"
"Some third year Gryffindor, Harry something"
"Poor kid"
Francis nodded in agreement. The Divination teacher always made a point to predict the death of at least one student every year, though they never came true, Arthur was happy it wasn't Francis.
"Ok, I'll boil the eye of newt and lace wing flies if you cut the bezor."
"You got it."
The two were quiet for a few minutes until Francis asked,
"How was you summer? Muggles treat you well?"
"Not too bad, we went to London, and of course they treat me well they're my parents!"
"Just checking," he said with a smirk. "If not I might have to do something about that."
"What on earth would you do frog? Creep them out with one of your perverted comments? Out of curiosity how was your summer? How many children did you permanently scar?"
"I could…. Or a few other things. Speaking of curiosity why do you always assume the worse of me? I spent a peaceful summer on the beach and, actually I visited London as well."
"Because usually the worst I can think of isn't half as bad as what you actually do."
"Are you sure about that, mon amour?" Francis asked, resting his hand on Arthur's thigh. Arthur froze, what the hell is this frog going to do? "Because I'm pretty sure it's the other way around, that mind of yours can get to be as dirty as mine." His hand moved up his thigh and squeezed his vital regions, Arthur jumped up and away from hand.
"You arsehole of a frog-"
Arthur's comments were interrupted as the cauldron exploded.
*BOOM*
"Shit/merde!" they both exclaimed in unison.
"Kirkland!" Snape growled from across the classroom. "10 points from Ravenclaw."
"Professor it's not fair just to blame Arthur-"
"Quiet, Mr. Bonnefoy, unless your friend here wants to lose more points."
Of course Francis wouldn't lose any points; Snape would never take any away from his own house. Thought Arthur.
"At least you aren't in Gryffindor, then it would have been at least 20, probably more."
"True." Leave it to Francis to look on the bright side.
*RIIINNGG*
The duo packed up and dashed out of the classroom, Care for Magical Creatures was outside today. Some days Arthur could swear that Snape purposely let them out late so it would be impossible to get to the next class on time.