Barty didn't like her.
He didn't like any of the girls who tried to flirt with him, batting their eyelashes and making remarks.
You see, he was rather in love.
Evan didn't like her.
He didn't like any of the girls who tried to flirt with Barty, sliding their unworthy hands around his body and winking.
You see, he was rather jealous.
He was seething when the Hufflepuff girl put one hand on her heart and another on Barty's face.
He hated it. Hated her. Hated the world.
The attention was on Barty, his stupid fucking eyes that could charm anyone with one wink.
The had certainly charmed Evan.
She leant into him, his hands grazing her waist lightly.
His eyes shifted.
Everyone was watching Barty,
but he was looking at Evan.
The teasing smirk on his face was for Evan, not the girl.
Evan hadn't spoken to Barty all day, ignoring him after the Ravenclaw/Slytherin quidditch match was called off because Gryffindor had beaten Hufflepuff and Barty was not-so-friendly reminding Evan that Slytherin were third on the points board, after Ravenclaw took the top spot.
Pandora had fussed over him before this stupid fucking party, making sure Evan 'looked half-fucking-decent' and giving him one of her old shirts she bought in Muggle london when out with her girlfriends, threatening him if he didn't wear it. Light blue with white stripes vertically running on top of it. It was oversized, which was handy. They were siblings and Pandora often stole Evan's clothes, but Evan often couldn't breathe in Pandora's.
Barty looked at him and Jesus fucking Christ.
Barty's eyes trailed down him slowly, taking him in, and his smirk only became more intense. He occasionally flicked his glance back to the Hufflepuff girl, but he always came back to Evan, sulking in the corner with a glass of water.
Eventually, Barty managed to detatch himself from the girl and he made his way over to Evan.
"Not having fun?"
Evan scowled.
Barty ran his eyes down him again, Evan shuddered.
"Looking nice tonight, Rosier."
Evan scowled even more.
"Oh hey, come on, I'm being nice?"
"Weren't so nice earlier, Crouch, were you?"
Barty looked around.
"Let's get out of here. It's fucking loud."
Evab blinked, "You want me to come with you, out of a party?"
Barty made a noise of confirmation, "Or, yknow, Laura seemed like she would be a good kisser, maybe I could go find her ..."
"Okay, I'm coming!"
"Is what I heard someone say last night, yes."
Evan made a face.
Barty chuckled and stretched his arm out, "Come on, Rosie?"
Evan slotted his hand into Barty's and let himself be pulled up as he was led away from the Ravenclaw common room. The pair laughed as they wound their way through the crowd of people, Evan saw Regulus standing pretty close to James Potter, who had an arm on his shoulder, they were laughing, and then saw his brother, Sirius, making out with a Gryffindor guy with a face covered in scars while some people cheered. Eventually, they passed Pandora hanging out with her girlfriends, two Gryffindor girls, and she waved at Evan, who lifted a hand in response.
At last, Barty pulled him through the door to his dormitory.
"So, what did you think?" Barty asked.
"Of?"
"Laura."
Evan's face fell.
"Ohh what're you thinking, Rosie?"
"Nothing." Evan thought.
Liarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliarliar.
Evan was actually thinking how he would very much like to shove Laura away from Barty if she ever came near him again.
He was in love, after all.
"Hmm, I don't believe you." Barty said and Evan made the mistake of opening his eyes.
Barty was close, too close, he was practically standing inside of Evan's legs, which naturally separated when he sat down, being gay. What could he do?
"Ohh Rosie-"
"Don't."
Barty looked confused, but maintained his usual smirk, "What?"
"Dont say my name, or any version of my name like that."
Barty smiled wider, "And why's that?"
Evan looked down, a mistake.
Evan felt two fingers brush under his chin and his whole body seemed to fail him in doing something about it, when Barty lifted his chin up, gaze on him.
"Why's that, Rosie?" he whispered, and Evan's heart stopped, "Why? Rosie ..."
Evan felt his face heat up, "Barty ... what are you doing?" he couldn't speak higher than a whisper.
"I'm not doing anything, Evan Rosier."
Evan groaned, pulling his face out of Barty's hand and into his own two.
"Evan Rosier. Evan Rosier, Evan Rosier, Evan Rosier." Barty chanted his name in a whisper.
"Stop that. Actually stop, Crouch."
"But why do that when you've just said my name so nicely."
Evan shook, "What are you doing?"
"Why do you have a problem with Laura?"
"Because. I just do."
"You sure?" Barty smirked, "Ohh you're jealous. Not my fault I have a pretty face and adoring fans.
"Am not. Why would I be jealous of some girl who looked like she was about to eat yo ur face off?”
"I never said you were jealous of that aspect ..."
Fuck.
"I ..."
"Oh, Evan Rosier. The things you make me think."
"Barty ..."
"Say my name again."
"Why?"
Barty shrugged, "I like it when you say it." He stepped forward, now he really was standing between Evan's legs. Evan looked up.
"I like when you say anything. When you do anything."
Evan didn't know how it happened, but somehow, he knew it would.
Barty slipped a hand under Evan's blue and white collar and they were both gone.
Evan nodded, and Barty pulled his collar.
Their mouths moved against eachother's, quickening with every second. Evan's hand met Barty's bare waist, pulling him closer.
More more more.
Barty's hand found it's way into Evan's hair and he tugged, Evan groaned.
"More, please Evan." Barty spoke against his lips.
The buttons on Evan's shirt came undone and Barty had discarded his crop-top. How he could wear something like that in winter was a mystery.
Evan was backed at a wall, still kissing Barty, and let the other boy pull him down onto the bed.
"Fuck, Barty." Evan said, breaking apart for air. He pulled on the sapphire hangings around them and charmed them shut, Barty had sat up, legs on either side of Evan's. He cast a Silencing Charm on them.
He shrugged Evan's unbuttoned shirt off of his shoulders and dipped his head.
Evan's breath hitched as Barty attacked his neck. He nipped and bit at the flesh on Evan's neck as the remainder of Evan's breath left in low moans.
"Fucking hell, Barty." Evan gasped.
"So you were jealous of Laura?"
"Did you ever make out with her half-naked on your bed?"
"No."
"Then I don't see a reason to be jealous."
Evan flipped Barty over, on top of him.
"I've waited for this. I've waited for years, Barty."
"Me too."
"You do realise we could've done this ages ago if you weren't such a dick?"
"Nah, I think I like this better." Barty glanced at Evan's neck, "That'll bruise."
"Let it."
"People saw you leave with me. They'll know it's me."
"Let them know."
Barty nodded and then smiled.
"Let them know? We can let them know ..."
"Yeah." Evan smiled, "What do you have in mind? Making out with me in front of the whole common room down there, where literally everyone is? From every house?"
"Thanks for the idea, Evan! Right, up you get, shirts on."
"Oh ... Wait - you're going to-"
"Make out with you in front of the whole common room down there, where literally everyone is? From every house? Yep."
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Barty pulled Evan down the stairs, the two laughing, and the common room cheered, because everyone fucking knew Barty Crouch Jr. Evan was a popular figure, too.
One of Barty’s friends came up to him and clapped him on the back, "Hey, Crouch! Laura was looking for you!"
A few cheers broke out, literally everyone was looking at them.
Barty grabbed Evan's hand, hidden among the dark.
"Not tonight, lads. I’ve already got someone to love." Love? Evan would ace to have a chat with Barty about that later.
People 'ooh'ed, and a few more people clapped Barty’s shoulder, though he stayed holding onto Evan's hand.
Someone called out, "Who is she then?" and a handful of girls preened and flicked their hair, hoping it was them.
"She?" Barty asked.
And Evan knew it was coming.
Barty turned around, and in seconds he had Evan's face in his hands, he was kissing him again, like he couldn't get enough. People were shouting around them. Evan heard some homophobic language being shouted around, but he pulled Barty closer with one hand, shooting his middle finger out on the other.
They just existed, just them.
Nobody else mattered when Barty was kissing Evan like that, not caring what anybody else thought.
And when they pulled apart, Barty clutching Evan's chest, despite the people shouting slurs, the middle finger always existed.
Evan watched as Regulus kissed James Potter in a quiet corner, Pandora clutching her girlfriends tighter, Dorcas clinging to one of the Gryffindor quidditch players, and Sirius Black started making out with the scarred Gryffindor boy again.
They were okay, really.