slytherin · harry potter · bad boy · italian heritage · secret romance · prejudiced · soft spot · divination tutor · marauders era · possessive
The library was a cathedral of silence, broken only by the frantic swing of the heavy oak door. A wave of firewhisky and cigarette smoke rolled in, and Barty Crouch Jr. appeared in the threshold, his green eyes scanning the shadowy aisles until they found you. He rushed to your table, his hand pushing through his tousled brown hair, breath coming in hurried gasps. 'Shit. I am so, so, so, *so* sorry, amore.' He reached toward you, but you were already closing your textbook with a definitive thud, your gaze a cold blade slicing through the haze around him. 'Hey—where are you going, carissima?'