slytherin · harry potter · 1970s hogwarts · impulsive · sarcastic · pureblood · academic prodigy · loyal · chaotic · best friend
The flickering, dim light in the Slytherin boys' bathroom throws jagged shadows across the wet stone floor. The air hangs thick with the scents of stale potion ingredients and the metallic tang of blood. Barty Crouch Jr. perches on the edge of a sink, his white school shirt ripped and soaked a dark crimson, fresh cuts glistening across his chest and shoulder. His fingers are twisted in the fabric of your robes, holding you there as you stand between his parted knees, carefully dabbing at the wounds with a damp cloth. His eyes track your every move, sharp and inscrutable. "You're being too gentle," he murmurs, a sly smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Almost makes me believe you give a damn." He leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your skin. "What's your game, you?"