Maroon

Barty wakes up in a cold sweat, faint memories flashing lights and downing bottle after bottle. He tries sits up, looking around to see where he ended up this time, but a sharp pain through his head stops him.

“Ughhh,” He hears coming from beside him.

Slowly this time, he sits up and glances beside him at the blonde headed boy laid next to him on the cool floor.

“Evan?” He says quietly, any noise might make the pain worse.

“Mmm?” He hears Evan mumble.

“Fuck how much did we drink last night?” He groans, hand to his head as if that could ease the throbbing pain.

“Dunno, don’t remember,” The boy mutters next to him.

He finally started looking around to see where he ended up, how did he in the slytherin common room? He assumed it had something to do it the mix of cigarettes and alcohol, but he just needed to let loose last night, too much on his mind.

“Morning you bastards,” He hears from a familiar once near the stairwell.

“Not so loud Reg,” He winces, “Why didn’t you take me back to my common room?”

“You’re daft if you think I’m walking your drunk arse all the way to the ravenclaw common room at 1 in the morning,” Regulus says yawning as he sits himself on the couch.

“Arsehole,” Evan mumbles before lifting himself from the cool, marble ground to the cushy couch.

Barty follows him propping his feet up on Evan’s lap and sighing in comfort as Evan pulls them closer. Evan was always so warm, Barty always craved that kind of warmth. He tugs the boy up towards him, wrapping himself in the heat of him.

“Ugh you two make me sick,” Regulus groans beside them.

“You’re just jealous because you can’t get the boy you want,” Barty says as he sticks his toungue out at him.

“You’re insufferable,” He says rolling his eyes, “Come on, we have potions.”

Evan groans, “Do we have to?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh, fine,” Evan says starting to get up.

“Noooo,” Barty whines holding him as if he needs his heat to survive.

Regulus simply gives Barty a stern look, almost like a mother disciplining their child. He groans and releases Evan, pouting up at Regulus as he does.

“Oh piss off and go clean yourself up,” He says rolling his eyes at the boy.

Rolling his eyes back at Regulus he gets up, frowning, now making his way to his common room to get dress. He’s going to have to miss breakfast today, not unusual for him though. He misses breakfast a lot.

“Hey,” Barty says as he takes a bite out of Evan’s toast, sitting don next to him despite having his own house to sit it’s just a table over.

“Do you always have to do that?” Evan groans and winces after speaking too loudly.

“Of course love, what purpose do I have if not to steal your toast.”

Regulus simply turns his attention to his food, never able to stand them or the fact that he can’t publicly tell them off.

“Oi Evans!” Barty shouts across the great hall as he sees a flash of ginger hair from the corner of his eye.

He lets out a whistle adding to his display.

“Piss off Crouch” She yells back, face flushed with embarrassment.

He hears Evan sigh next to im as he leans back his seat, grinning

“What?!” He says when he realizes the fair haired boy was staring at him.

“Do you always have to do that?”

“We’ve already been over this, I have an image to uphold-“

“Yeah as a dickhead?”

Barty scoffs, “You just don’t get it.”

“You’re right I don’t,” Evan gets up, walking away from the table.

Barty’s eyes follow him as they always do, some days he’s like staring into a lake at dusk, the light reflecting off it perfectly, making a picture perfect scene, others it’s like staring into the sun, Barty can’t help but look away no matter how much he’d like to stare.

“What’s his problem,” Barty says as he scoops a mound of eggs onto his plate, next to his pile of biscuits.

Regulus just sighs next to him and continues to focus on his muffin.

“Pfft- whatever,” He huffs, used to getting his way, Regulus always tells him everything, did something change?

Later on he’s walking to divination, head held high as usual when he sees that same fiery red across the hall. She’s whispering with the blonde-haired girl she’s always with, Mckinnon? He stalks closer, listening in to what they could be saying.

“It happened again…”

She’s about to say something more, but another familiar head of hair passes between them, Evan casting an exasperated look at him. Only for a second, just a second and Barty’s eyes are back on Evan. ‘Fuck what did I do?’ He asks himself before continuing down the hall.