Come Here! }{ Guilhem and Open

[London Kale]

London stormed through the unusually empty halls of Hogwarts, wanting to hurt everyone she saw (most were at lunch though). She somehow managed not to get her wand end curse everyone. No, she would save that for who she was looking for. She was looking for the most irratating person on the planet. That's right...Guilhem Rochefort (Mr. Slytherin pretty boy himself). The day had gone perfectly and now she had to deal with this crap. It had been one week since she and Guilhem had agreed to pretend like they were dating. Well, more like he forced her into it and she unwillingly gave in. She hated it. Merlin, she hated it. But she did smile and wrap her arms around him occasionally. And she thought she was doing a really good job so far. Apparently the damn giggly girls in the bathroom didn't think she was doin so great.

She had heard two girls overtalking about her and Guilhem. At first, she had started feeling pretty confident about it until the conversationt turned bad. "Have you heard about London and Gul...Guil...Henri?" "Yeah, but they aren't really going out..." "How do you know?" "Do you see the way they act around each other. I mean, have you ever seen them snog?" "Well, no. So why are they going out?" "Oh, have you seen the way she looks at Sirius. Probably trying to make him jealous." "She's such a faker..." This conversation pissed London off to no end, and as soon as the girls where gone she went to look for her problem and fix this. Who were those prissy stick figures to tell her that she wasn't being a good girlfriend? It was true, but they still had no right to do that. To hell with it then.

Now entering the Great Hall London looked around and saw the two girls who were talking about her sitting at the Gryffindor table. At first she thought about forgetting her problem and just cursing them instead, but it was soon driven from her mind. Of course they were underclassmen in her own house. She also saw Sirius sitting with his friends. She looked away from them "Guilhem!" She cried out, wanting to talk about what they were going to do about this. She had no idea what she was about to do, but she had a feeling that it would be something she didn't like.

[Guilhem Rochefort]

One week- one whole, damn week. That's how long he had been 'dating' London. It was Guilhem Rochefort's longest relationship to date, and the ironic thing was that it wasn't even a real relationship. He constantly found himself in a state of disbelief that he'd actually lured London into agreeing to it, because...well, it had been a week and she still hadn't even succumbed to his many and irresistible charms. In fact, she almost seemed to go out of her way to avoid him. What kind of girlfriend did that? More to the point- were all girlfriends like that? If so, the Slytherin was thankful that he'd never bothered with one before. Still, he thought that the only reason she'd deigned to take him up on his decidedly whorish offer was because she wanted to make Sirius Black jealous. Obviously, the odds of such a thing happening were very near zero, because...well, nobody actually believed that they were dating. He'd heard some giggling girls in the hallway say so, and even Ben Thornton, a resolutely non-gossipy type, had asked him about it.

Guilhem resolved that he'd probably have to do something about that- not for London's sake, of course (though a bit of public snogging could never go wrong) but because...well, it was the boy's longest pseudo-relationship thus far and he didn't want her to go and shame him, now, did he? He had to admit that the weird, disbelieving looks that people had been giving him as he swaggered past them were kind of satisfying- he rather enjoyed being a surprise, and what could be more surprising than the thought of him...dating? He'd been stewing over possible courses of action all through class, so when time came for lunch he decided to go find London. They could at least discuss the fact that she was being an awful girlfriend, right? It turned out, though, that he didn't have to try and spot her amongst the throng of Gryffindors at her table- she called out to him. Smug, he turned to face her and drawled, "Miss me, my dearest?" Smirking now, he stooped slightly to place a kiss on her cheek, because the Great Hall was probably the only place he'd get away with such behaviour.

Well, what? He had to make the most of his advantages. If they'd been anywhere else, a kiss on the cheek would have gotten him a kick in the- well. It wasn't pleasant, thinking about that sort of thing. "What were you after, love?" He questioned, his voice so sweet that he was afraid that the teeth of all those who were listening might rot. Glancing around, he definitely saw a few astonished faces (namely two hostile looking Gryffindor girls) and so he turned and flashed a large, charming smile at his 'girlfriend'.

[London Kale]

London almost rolled her eyes as Guilhem swaggered on up to her. Honestly, did he have to walk like he was king of the world? Why couldn't he just be normal? She pondered that before letting the thought go for a moment before putting on a small smile for everyone else's sake. She gave him a slight nod "I did." She really couldn't think of anything else to say as he kissed her cheek. Her small smile then (unknown to herself) became genuine and he brain went a little fuzzy. She recovered a second later but couldn't help but wonder about the feeling for a moment. She glanced around the Great Hall normally, actually looking at all the people who were looking at them. How were they to make this better? Well, she actually knew the answer to that but wasn't sure if she should go with it. Saying you're going out is one thing but actually showing affection to someone you generally dislike is close to impossible. And with London already having issues with emotion was having a more difficult time of doing it.

London just looked at him for awhile, with a passable happy look in her eyes (a hard thing to do as she was deciding her doom), as she weighed the options in her head. Several times she had changed her mind before he spoke yet again. She was shocked at how sweet he sounded that she actually laughed a bit, but quickly stopped. "Give me a minute." She said, showing a bit of weakness for a few seconds. Then she went back to thinking, a frown starting to play on her face. To anyone else it would look like she was upset about something, which wasn't too far from the truth. She mouthed random words for a moment (none of them making sense whatsoever), so it looked like she was whispering something to him. She would not do this. She could not even begin to think about do this. He was so arrogant that she didn't event think she could give him any kind of affection without killing him and disposing the body right afterwards. After a moment she made up her mind. She wasn't going to do it.

At the last moment she changed her mind about it yet again but was going to stick with her new found decision. What was the use of saying you were going out with somebody unless you actually showed them affection? Her hands went up to his shoulders and she wrapped her arms around his neck, instantly closing the space between them. She had to stand on her tip toes to level her face to his. She then put on a bit of a pouty face that she had never used but was sure it looked good just the same. "Je pense que je suis venu autour à l'idée de montrer l'affection, mon amour..." So the French talk was for her own benefit, no one else around them could understand it. And then London did the last thing she thought she could do...She planted her lips upon his in a gentle kiss.

Translation:Je pense que je suis venu autour à l'idée de montrer l'affection, mon amour = I think I've come around to the idea of showing affection, my love.