Fucking Pixies.
Barty and Evan had time to do five dance steps before chaos unleashed itself. In other words: fucking pixies started flying around the room, tearing things apart.
As if that wasn't a vision of nightmare already, Barty had to point out to Evan that they were naked. AND on top of that, after a few minutes of rampaging through the room, they started singing along with the classic music that was still rolling.
Someone had the brilliant idea to turn the music off, but that only seemed to anger the creatures more, and they started to screech even louder, repeating the same few notes over and over again.
Where did James even get pixies?
"Wow mate," Barty yelled over the general chaos, "they sing better than you do."
Evan rolled his eyes and slapped Barty on the back off his head.
Honestly, Evan wasn't too unhappy about the situation if that meant he didn't have to dance. Evan hated slow dance more than he hated blue, naked, and screaming pixies, which says something.
"The Marauders are bloody brilliant to pull that off."
"You what's less brilliant? The detention they'll go through after." Dorcas said, popping out behind Evan. She was struggling to hold a little blue creature in her hands.
Evan watched dumbfounded as she rushed to put it back in one of the four golden cages that had been set in the middle of the room.
The students were all helping to catch the little devils, except the four boys who'd set this up. Evan noticed that they were leaning against a wall together, laughing at the vain attempts of Filch to get a pixie to stop biting his finger.
Evan sauntered over, Barty soon trailing after.
"How did you guys get pixies?" Barty said as they came to a halt before the group.
"Pete's mom owns a magical creature vet and shop at Hogsmead." Sirius said, grinning broadly.
"Wonder what detention you'll get for that one, eh?" Evan said, looking around at the mess.
"Nothing we haven't been through before." James replied.
"You guys better help clean up." Remus said, eyeing the ongoing chaos.
"You four aren't helping?" Barty asked.
"Our job was create chaos and we did that. The rest is not ours to deal with." Sirius replied smirking as Frank Longbottom, a seventh year, got lifted in the air by a hoard of particularly determined pixies.
Evan grunted and started chasing a blue demon who passed by. After a long five minutes of chase, he finally caught the beast in his hands and he went to put it in its cage.
After a good half-hour or so of chasing flying creatures, the great hall was finally cleared of all pixies.
There was a beat of silence before McGonagall walked over to the four boys, an exasperated look on her weathered face.
"Boys! You will assume the consequences of your actions. And do not dare deny of your role in this situation."
"We wouldn't dare Minnie." Sirius said, smiling ear-to-ear.
"Mr. Black, you will report to my office right this moment. You three also."
"But Minnie, can't you just wait until tomorrow? It's Halloween, we're supposed to party!" James said, humor in his voice and a light in his eyes. Evan had to admit that he looked incredibly convincing. Anybody that heard James Potter talk was immediately forced to agree. The boy was just that damn convincing.
Apparently Professor McGonagall didn't really want to give the four a detention tonight. She relented with a look that said: "Better know I'm not letting this go."
James replied with a knowing smirk.
Evan was convinced there was some blackmailing involved. How could James have swayed McGonagall that quickly?
"Students," the professor in question said, "despite recent events, the classic dance will still be held. Find yourself a partner and get into position."
There were several groans through out the room as the music started once again, violins and pianos filling the room.
Evan took Barty by the arm, and they swirled and swiveled through the room, barely dodging the hundreds of other couples. As they spun, Evan could let his thoughts drift off to the particular moment he had been thinking of since him and Barty shared that kiss in the shared bathroom.
Evan couldn't stop thinking about Barty. The boy filled his thoughts, whether Evan wanted him to or not.
He kept flashing back to the lust in Barty's eyes, his perfectly sculpted chest full of beautiful tattoos. Evan secretly promised to study them later. He wanted to memorize them all, know all their meanings. He wondered if Barty ever told the stories of his tattoos. He hoped not-- he hoped to be the first one to know that part of him.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by another couple slamming into them. It was Severus Snape, with Lily Evans.
"Oh my god, so sorry about that!" Lily squeaked. She looked genuinely sorry, and Evan offered her a smile. He hoped she read it as an "It's okay" rather than a "I'm going to get my revenge".
Judging by her relieved face, his smile had gone the right way.
He looked at Snape, who was glaring daggers at him, looming in front of Lily as if to protect her.
"Don't talk to them Lily, they're gays."
"Severus! Some of my best friends are lesbians. It's fine."
Snape only sniffed and looked at Evan up and down with disgust.
"Disgusting. You shamed your family and our house, I can't bel-"
All of a sudden, Barty was on Snape, throwing a well-aimed punch at the boy's eye.
Lily gasped, screaming at the boys to stop. Evan only smirked. Whoever tried to fight Barty was going to get their ass kicked anyway.
Professor Flitwick quickly arrived on the scene, separating the two with surprising force for his small size.
"Boys, boys. Stop this at the moment!" he squealed.
Begrudgingly, Barty let go of the hold he had on Snape's arm, although he squeezed hard enough to leave a mean bruise.
"He attacked me!" Snape accused, his greasy hair making Evan want to punch his face as well.
Evan rolled his eyes. Crybaby.
"Boys, I do not want to give detentions. It's Halloween, just keep far from each other, please." Flitwick pleaded.
Snape sneered and walked away, but not before spitting at Barty's feet.
"Mr. Snape!" the professor sermonized.
Evan thought it was going to end like that, but he should've known better. Barty always had the last word, no matter what the fight was.
And so, when Snape looked back menacingly, Barty addressed him a cold smile that even the devil himself would cower before, and gave him the finger, mouthing what looked like "Go get fucked".
Evan chuckled.
His boyfriend turned to him and offered his hand.
Evan took it, smiling.
As they resumed their dance, Evan looked at Barty's face. His nose was bleeding, and he had a slightly savage look to him. That and his green hair made Evan's insides quiver.
"You're staring Rosie." Barty teased.
"How could I not." He replied, admiring the two discreet lip rings on the two corners of Barty's lips.
"Hey, uh, is it okay what I did? Uh, I didn't you know, really think about it, I er- won't do it again." Barty stammered.
Evan had to process for two seconds what Barty was talking about.
"Crouch, I won't tell you not to fight for our love. Plus, you look really hot doing it."
Barty grinned and leaned down to kiss him.
"My bed, tonight?" Evan whispered so that his voice could barely be heard over the climax of the song.
Barty's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded and smirked.