Barty
The rest of the holidays passed quickly and when Remus sat in the Hogwarts Express waiting for his friends he was happy to be on his way to school again. The time with Scarlett had been fun but when it was over he had been quite lonely.
"Moony!", Sirius called out when he and James finally entered the carriage. He had grown a bit over the summer but he was still at least seven inches shorter than Remus. What surprised Remus the most was that he was wearing muggle clothes. With his black leather jacket, a dark blue crop top that showed his musculous belly and a pair of black jeans that were ripped at his knees and a black eyeliner that made his blue-greyish eyes shine, he looked incredibly hot.
Wait, what? Sirius looked hot? Weird thought. Suddenly Sirius embraced him and it felt as if Remus' stomach dropped at least four feet. But why? That was really strange. He shouldn't think about Sirius like that, he was his best friend, he was a boy. Well, Remus was surely just happy for his best friend to look so gorgeous. And probably he was also a bit jealous. The feeling was nothing unusual. Now he felt a bit bad for being jealous of Sirius. He should be happy for him. He decided not to think about it anymore.
Once the train left platform 9¾ Peter was already sitting next to him, Sirius opposite him at the window and James was seated next to Sirius.
"Well... I think there's some stuff to tell.", James said and looked at Sirius expectantly.
At first Remus thought that maybe they had somehow found out about him and Scarlett but he was proved wrong.
"I guess there is", Sirius started to explain, "Well I moved. To James'. I guess I'm not a Black anymore."
"What?" Remus was shocked. How could Sirius not tell him that? When he looked at Peter he realised that he had known that. So obviously, Remus was the only one who was not told.
"I ran away. From my parents. To the Potters. I live with them now."
For a moment Remus was too stunned to speak. Then he felt betrayed. "How comes I'm the only one not to know? If you had told me, I would immediately have come to James' place."
"I thought you were busy."
"Not that busy, not busy enough not to care when my fucking best friend gets hurt."
"What were you even busy doing?"
Remus thought about it. Should he tell them? When James had asked him if he wanted to come over for a week in summer he had just said that he was busy, nothing more.
"I was busy on my parent's farm. On the field. Looking after our cattle."
"Why weren't you doing that last year, too? You didn't get the cattle only now, did you?"
"No, I didn't. But you know what? It doesn't concern you the slightest what I've been doing. It's not as if you were very eager to tell me about your own summer, so can you just, I don't know, fucking drop it?"
He stormed out of the carriage angrily and ran towards the toilets. He couldn't stay with Sirius on that small amount of space right now. How could he first not have told him about him fucking running away from home and then expect Remus do explain every detail of his own holidays. Idiot.
He sat down on the toilet and pulled a package of cigarettes out of his pocket. He had started smoking after he and Scarlett had broken up. In the village there had been a tobacconist, the owner of which knew his father so he didn't mind selling him cigarettes even though he was only fifteen.
He opened the window and lighted the cigarette. After maybe ten minutes someone knocked on the door impatiently. "What the fuck are you doing in there? Some people actually need to piss so come the fuck out."
Remus didn't recognise the voice though it sounded familiar. He opened the door. Of course. It was a Slytherin. How lucky Remus always was, it was unbelievable. He sighed. Barty Crouch Junior stood in front of him. He was one year below Remus and the best friend of Sirius' little brother. The two of them had never really talked though sometimes, when Remus had looked at some crowd, those pretty greenish eyes had looked into his own. Sometimes they had held eye contact for a few seconds before one of them had looked away. And sometimes, at mealtimes Remus had caught the boy staring at him. Weird child.
"Well, can I go in now or do you want me to piss myself?"
Only now Remus realised they had been staring at each other for at least twenty seconds. When Crouch closed the door behind him and Remus looked back at his cigarette, he noticed that it was almost done. Shit. When he finished it, which only took ten seconds, he threw it out of the window.
He thought about Crouch. His dark hair. His green eyes. His unusually long lashes. His nice ass. What? Fuck. Where did that thought come from? Remus wasn't supposed to think about a boy, especially a Slytherin like that. But then why was Crouch so hot? He didn't even like the boy. That was unfair, why was he allowed to like girls, which were hot, yes, but not boys, which were also very hot, if not even hotter?
While he was going lost in his thoughts, Crouch came back out of the toilet again. He arched an eyebrow at Remus. "Been waiting for me, Lupin?"
Goddammit, why did Crouch saying Remus' last name sound so hot? "As if I'd wait for an idiot like you. Fuck off now, Crouch, nobody wants you here." When had it gotten so hot here? Surely the temperature had risen at least three or four degrees.
"Oh, is that so? Your cock tells something different."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was not good. Remus was absolutely not supposed to get a boner while that stupid fucking Crouch kid, who was a Slytherin and who was a boy, talked to him. Why did he wear those stupid tight jeans?
"Does it? Well, I always enjoy getting rid of you, Crouch."
Crouch grinned widely. "I do as you wish, honey."
And with that words he turned around and walked back towards the Slytherin carriages.
Shit. What if Remus was gay? But he couldn't be, he liked girls, that was for sure. As it seemed, he also like boys. Was that even possible? No, probably not, you had to decide, boys or girls, he couldn't be that greedy and just not decide. No. That was not an option, Remus was sure. Surely, that was just because he was a horny teenage boy. He blamed it on his hormones.
He went back to the marauders' carriage and apologised. "I shouldn't've gotten so angry. Sorry, guys. I've just had a stressful summer."
"Let's just forget it.", Sirius said and they clapped their hands together to prove they were on good terms again. Nobody knew for how long that would be.
"Tell me about your summer and I tell you about mine. Deal?", Remus asked and Sirius nodded.
His story was horrible. He explained how he had resisted to kill a muggle child his cousin had gotten from god knows where and how his mother punished him with the cruciatus curse. How his brother Regulus had watched from the staircase and hadn't done anything. How he couldn't even remember how he got to the fireplace to travel to the Potters by floo. And finally, how James' mother had cared for him.
After that they stayed silent for a minute and then Remus told them everything about Scarlett.
The next two and a half months passed quickly. At mealtimes, Remus often caught himself staring at Crouch. Sometimes the Slytherin stared back. Sometimes they would just hold eye contact for literal minutes until one of them was talked to by their friends.
Remus found himself horny very often these days. One day shortly before Halloween he had a not very decent dream about a certain Slytherin boy. Fuck, what had he gotten himself into?