“I’ll be going at the lake with Reg and some other Quidditch members, Pandora will probably tag along too. Want to come with?”
Evan had just started changing out of his Quidditch Uniform, without warning, in the middle of the boys dorm, so currently as to not lose his mind, Barty was hiding under the covers to avoid looking at him. As of right now, Barty could barely look at Evan clothed.
Just before this horrible situation Barty was stuck in, Evan had faced Hufflepuff in a tough Quidditch match, but came out victorious anyway, which also meant a party tonight. That was good news, Barty was definitely not one to say no to a party.
“When are you going?” Barty questioned, his voice muffled by the covers.
“Right about now,” Evan answered. “…What the fuck are you doing?”
“Don’t swear,” Barty snapped back.
Barty mostly said that because he couldn’t stand his voice right now. He didn’t even have to look to know had Evan rolled his eyes at him. What else could Barty do? Merlin help him.
“And don’t roll your eyes,” Barty scolded. “That’s Regulus’ thing.”
Evan sighed. “Are you coming or not?”
“Give me a moment, you knob, I’m obviously very busy.”
With that, Barty finally decided to brave emerging from underneath his covers. He made sure to avoid Evan’s gaze, however. That was something, that if Barty got caught on, his organs genuinely might go into failure.
“Busy doing what? Better not be wanking,” Evan grabbed the edge of his duvet and ripped it off.
“Fuck off,” Barty groaned.
“Come on,” Evan threw the duvet on the ground and opened the door, nodding towards the exit.
“Fuck you.”
Barty started getting up, but then fell back down in defeat. His mattress caught him, wrapping his back in a comfortable foam which seemed a lot less scary than what he’d have to face if he got up. Carefully he let his eyes shut.
Evan blinked. “If you don’t get up, I’ll tell everyone I caught you wanking to James Potter’s mum.”
“No one would blame me,” Barty smirked, but got up anyways.
They met Regulus, Pandora, and the others in the Common Room, from which they walked down to the lake. Barty trailed behind Evan, careful not to look up, so focused on hanging his head low he wasn’t engaging in conversation whatsoever. And finally, they had made it outside, the sun was blazing, and the usual tree they sat at blessed them with shade.
“Lubisz go, co?” Pandora turned to look at Evan.
Bloody hell. Did they have to always do this?
“Co?” Evan looked at her, confused.
“Nie żartuj. Widzę że go lubisz. I on cię też lubi, po prostu coś zrób.” Pandora scolded.
Barty stared at them, trying to figure out what they were talking about by translating some key words. Problem was, Barty knew nothing about Polish grammar, so he couldn’t figure out which words were key words, never-mind how to spell them to look them up in a dictionary. Besides, how would he even access a Polish dictionary at Hogwarts?
“Co, teraz?” Evan frowned. “Przy was?”
“Nie, głupku, może pójdź z nim za drzewo albo coś w tym stylu.”
“Jesteś pewna? Nie wiem czy on mnie tak lubi, Pandora,”
Evan’s voice was too much. Barty tried too block it out.
“Na sto procent. On tak cię lubi, że nie może się na ciebie patrzeć.” Pandora laughed.
Barty frowned at Pandora. There was no point even trying to decipher whatever the hell they were saying.
“Okay.” Evan decided, then turned around to face Barty.
Barty gulped and turned away quickly because holy shit what the fuck- Who let him be this good looking?
“Barty, can we talk?” Evan asked.
Fuck. Is it serious? He couldn’t talk to Evan about something serious right now.
“It’s private so, uh, do you mind following me?”
Of course he minded.
“Sure,” Barty agreed, scared out of his mind.
With that, Barty followed Evan to and different, smaller, hidden tree near the lake, sheltered by big bushes and other, larger, trees. With just the two of them alone, it always seemed like Barty was looming over him, it was like that with most people, mostly due to the fact Barty was 6’3, but especially with Evan, for some reason.
“What’s up?” Barty wanted this over with.
“Well it’s-
Before Barty could stop himself, he looked up at Evan. He was in a normal shirt and trousers, with his Quidditch jersey overtop it. And God did it look good. Everything Evan did looked good. It was annoying. Subconsciously, Barty’s eyes wondered to Evan’s lips. They were soft as always, but…
-nothing, really, it’s Pandora said I-
“Your lip is bleeding,” Barty interrupted.
“Huh? Oh,” Evan paused, placing his ring finger- fuck, his hands- on his lip, then looking at the blood. “I got that playing Quidditch. The snitch just zoomed right past me. It keeps randomly bleeding then stopping again.”
“Oh,” Barty looked at him. “Just put a fucking plaster on it, like a normal person.”
“What, on my lip?” Evan laughed.
“Yeah,” Barty nodded, distracted.
“Okay,” Evan agreed. “How would that work?”
“I don’t bloody know that, do I?” Barty scoffed, but laughed a bit, too. “What were you saying, why are we here?”
“Well,” Evan started, rolling up his sleeves and leaning his back against the small tree trunk.
Merlin. Was that really necessary? Did he need to roll his sleeves up? Was he showing off his muscles or something?
“I just wanted to talk to you, away from those people, you know?” Evan said, but Barty was more interested in watching the blood on his lip.
“Okay,” He nodded.
…
“Barty?” Evan asked, nervous.
Barty just kept staring.
“Barty?” Evan repeated, looking intently at him.
“Yeah?” Barty said, looking at his eyes for once.
…
“You should, I mean, do you want to kiss me?” Evan suggested. “By that I mean, just, like, kiss me. You should kiss me.”
Barty didn’t hesitate one second before wrapping his arms around Evan’s neck and pressing his lips onto his. He balanced his weight onto Evan, pinning him to the tree. Slowly, Barty moved away, and looked at Evan. The blood from Evan’s cut was now smeared onto his cheek, and Barty licked his lip to see if it was there, too, and it was.
“Evan?” Barty whispered.
“Mhm,” Evan nodded.
Barty didn’t know whether to pull away further and talk about what had just happened, or to keep kissing him.
His brain said the former, and his body said the latter.
But his heart said ‘Why not both? One after the other.’
And Barty agreed. Pulling away slowly, he finally got to look at Evan knowing there was no fear in what he was about to say next.
“Evan-
“Barty, I really bloody like you,” Evan interrupted.
Barty snorted. “I really like you too,” He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at how stupid this was.
“And I thought it’d be really nice-
“Yes,” Barty replied. “Whatever you say. Yes. Just, yes.”
Evan arched an eyebrow, still breathing heavily. “So you’ll be my boyfriend?”
“Yes,” Barty answered instantly. “Yes.”
“Oka-
Barty was instantly all over Evan. Their hot breathe aligned, their breaths caught on each other’s. He didn’t hesitate before letting Evan’s hands wander all over him, touching what seemed every inch of his back. This is what they both wanted, both needed, and though neither of them knew, this was exactly what they would need forever.
Barty groaned into Evan’s mouth, which triggered Evan’s nails digging into Barty’s lower back. This unfortunately, made Barty whine, which earned him a small laugh from Evan.
“Did you just whine, Crouch?” Evan gasped.
“Fuck you.”
“Jesus, I imagined snogging you would be great, but I never imagined it to be this good.” Evan laughed in response.
“You imagined us snogging?” It was Barty’s turn to embarrass Evan.
Unfortunately, Evan had no shame. “Yeah. Sometimes.”
“Huh,” Barty managed to breathe out, right before he rushed back to press their lips together again.
Their tongues fought for a few more seconds, before Evan pulled away once more.
“So, you’re into that?” Evan asked.
“Into what?” Barty furrowed his eyebrows.
Evan teasingly pressed his nails into Barty again, this time scratching a downwards line down his back.
“Fuck you,” Barty leaned back in again, but the way his breaths got quicker and his words game out gurgled confirmed Evan’s suspicion.
Evan’s head was tilted up and he grinned at Barty.
“Not here.”
“Seriously, fuck off,” Barty wrinkled his nose, having needed to pause to understand.
Barty dragged his hand down Evan’s chest, to his stomach, then back up again to Evan’s chest, then neck. “What about you, Rosier?”
“Guess we’ll find out,” Evan whispered, as Barty tightened his grip, aiming to leave at least somewhat of a red mark.
Barty had his hand wrapped around Evan’s neck, and was pressing pretty hard, aiming not to kill Evan, obviously, but to cut off his oxygen for a bit. Eyes widened, he realised how horrible that sounded.
“I don’t want to hurt you though,” Barty loosened his grip.
Evan rolled his eyes. “What a gentleman.”
Barty chuckled. “Just tap me, or something. If it’s too much.”
“Alright, Captain.” Evan said mockingly, quickly dragging his arms around Barty’s shoulders for a not-so-quick kiss.
Evan looked directly at Barty with the most shit eating grin ever known to mankind. With a quick tap on the waist from Evan, Barty let go, and quickly got back to kissing him. As their breaths got slower, however, the adrenaline of reciprocated feelings slowly disappearing, so did their kissing, and Barty’s hand fell from Evan’s collarbones.
Barty pulled away slowly, maintaining eye contact with him.
“You’re- that was great.”
“Was?” Barty grinned.
“Oh, we aren’t done here?” Evan smirked, praying for a no.
“Yes, the hell you are,”
The two turned to see who had shouted at them. It was Pandora, trampling through the tall grass in her red wellies. Through her tinted, heart-shaped sunglasses, an angry frown was evident.
“Oh, Pandora, hi,” Evan chuckled nervously, nudging at Barty to let go of Evan’s hip.
As quickly as Barty had placed it there, he removed it.
“I told you to talk to him,” Pandora scolded instantly.
“We talked,” Evan nodded, looking back at Barty.
Barty wished more than anything that he could kiss Evan again.
“Didn’t look like talking to me,” Pandora argued.
“Come on, Dora, be happy for me,” Evan complained.
“I saw him choke you. I thought something had gone wrong and came over. Turns out you two just suck.” Pandora shook her hand.
“Literally,” Barty laughed, earning a disgusted look from Pandora.
“At least do it in your room,” Pandora begged.
Evan shrugged a look of consideration at Barty. Barty nodded.
“Sure.”