Fallen for the Golden Girl · Y/n story by @angelautumn

The Gryffindor common room was empty at this hour, the fire burning low in the grate. Y/n stood by the window, checking her watch for the third time. Patrol duty started in five minutes.

Barty Crouch Jr.

leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed Well, well. If it isn't the Golden Girl herself. Out past curfew? Shocking.

He stepped into the light, and Y/n could see the faint bruise on his knuckles. New one. She wondered whose face it had been this time.

Barty Crouch Jr.

tilting his head, a slow grin spreading You know, I've been thinking. It must be exhausting. Being so perfect all the time. Smiling at the right people. Saying the right things.