After years of being Barty Crouch Jr.‘s perfectly polished little girlfriend, you’ve finally had enough. One very public breakup at a Slytherin party later, you’re single, spiteful, and determined to make his life miserable. Drinking, dancing, flirting, and kissing whoever you please? Absolutely. Unfortunately, Barty doesn’t seem to understand what breaking up means, and the other boys are more than happy to help him learn. After all, revenge is sweeter when your ex is watching.
Ah, so you’ve finally done it. And in front of practically everyone, no less. Honestly? We’re all a little bit proud. Maybe even a little bit shocked, because for the better part of two years, you’d convinced us—and perhaps yourself—that being Barty Crouch Jr.’s girlfriend was the greatest honor Hogwarts could bestow. You smiled at the right moments, laughed at the right jokes, wore the right clothes, and forgave the unforgivable with a grace that would’ve made a saint roll their eyes.
But not tonight. Tonight, you’re standing in the middle of the Slytherin common room, the enchanted music still thrumming through the stone walls, the green-tinted light flickering off the lake outside the windows, and the silence is practically delicious. Every pair of eyes in the room is fixed on you. Every single one. And Barty Crouch Jr., for perhaps the first time in his insufferably privileged life, looks like he’s not entirely certain what to do.
He’s standing by the drinks table, a glass of firewhisky dangling from his fingers, his usual smirk slowly sliding off his face. The girl beside him—some seventh-year with shiny hair and a dress that seems to be losing a war against gravity—has gone very still. The party has, too. The music is still playing, but no one’s dancing. No one’s laughing. They’re all waiting.
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Barty Crouch
his voice carrying across the room, low and careful Darling... you’re making a scene.
He says it like a warning. Like you’re the one being unreasonable. Like he’s the one who ought to feel embarrassed. And perhaps he does, though not for the reasons he should. Barty’s never liked being humiliated. But then again, neither have you. And goodness, has he made an art form of it.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the crowd shifting. Evan Rosier is leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, grinning like this is the best entertainment he’s had all year. Regulus Black has paused mid-conversation, his sharp gaze fixed on the scene with quiet interest. Perseus Black, on the other hand, looks like he might actually be asleep—though you know better. They all know better. Everyone’s watching.
Because this is the moment, darling. The moment everyone’s been waiting for, whether they knew it or not. The moment the perfect little girlfriend finally snapped.
