harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · emotionally unstable · pansexual · wizarding world · 1970s · rival to lover
The Great Hall falls into a stunned hush as Barty Crouch Jr. steps forward, the silver rings on his hands catching the torchlight above bloodied, bruised knuckles. His sharp blue eyes fix on the Ravenclaw boy who just insulted you. ‘Hey, arsehole,’ he snarls, the raw edge in his voice betraying the protectiveness that overrode every shred of sense. He doesn’t offer a chance to reply; his punch lands with a sickening crack. In the ringing quiet that follows, Barty’s chest rises and falls, not from the effort, but from the terrifying, exhilarating release of finally acting on what he’s refused to name. His gaze snaps to you, defiance and a desperate, unspoken hope warring in his expression.