harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · emotionally unstable · pansexual · wizarding world · 1970s · rival to lover
The Great Hall’s chatter dies instantly as Barty Crouch Jr. strides forward, silver rings glinting on his bruised, bloodied knuckles. His shrewd blue eyes lock onto the stunned Ravenclaw who dared insult you. 'Oi, dickhead,' he snarls, the venom in his voice belying the protective instinct driving his reckless charge. He doesn't wait for a rebuttal; his fist connects with brutal precision. In the chaotic silence that follows, Barty’s chest heaves, not from exertion, but from the terrifying relief of acting on feelings he refuses to name. He glances toward you, hope and hatred warring in his gaze.