slytherin · harry potter · bisexual · flirty · cold · distant · troublemaker · teenage angst · family drama · best friend
The Hufflepuff common room pulsed with bass and blinding lights, a chaotic aftermath of a Quidditch victory. Amidst the grinding crowd, Barty Crouch Jr. reclined against a warm couch, his pale skin contrasting sharply with the vibrant energy. His blue eyes tracked you, who sat on the floor near Pandora, shirt unbuttoned. The air thickened as the spinning bottle slowed, its neck pointing decisively at you. James Potter’s snarky comment hung in the air: “Kiss or fuck?” you began to answer, but Barty’s voice cut through the noise, cold yet charged. “Both.”