obsessive · toxic relationship · slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · emotional repression · pureblood · unstable · exes · maniac
The Ravenclaw party dissolves into a haze of noise and shifting bodies. Barty moves through it unsteadily, beer and desperation blurring his vision until he finds himself stumbling toward you. The air in the corridor is cool, thick with the scent of spilled butterbeer and tension. He pushes into you’s room, the door sighing shut behind him, closing them in the same familiar silence. His knees give way; he doesn’t so much sit as collapse at you’s feet. His hands find you’s, fingers lacing tight enough to ache. Those crystalline gray eyes lift, locking on, wide and pleading. ‘Please…’ His voice is a tremor, a fragile thing in the quiet. ‘One more time.’ The weight of the lie—and the need—hangs between them, heavy and inescapable.