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FICLET: Crimson (Severus/Barty, Jr.)
Title: Crimson
Character Pairing: Severus Snape/Barty Crouch, Jr.
Prompt: "ten-fold"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Summary: "The nightmares still haven’t stopped. If anything, they’ve gotten worse. They plague Barty in the waking hours, too..."
Author's Notes: Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8.
Link to Prompt Table: Link!
It’s not until Barty’s sixth year that Severus gets desperate, and Barty’s surprised that it took this bloody long. Severus lost Evans to Potter, and yet he still kept his head about him.
Now, the two of them are in broom cupboards more often than ever, even though they’ve both got other concerns to look after. Severus has his NEWTs at the end of the year – but, at least in his case, caring is optional. He’s a genius; he has no need for worry.
Barty, on the other hand, has twelve NEWT-level subjects, Prefect duties, and Slughorn and Rabastan looking over both his shoulders, making sure that he doesn’t lose his mind again. Because, of all things that could happen, losing Barty’s mind to stress would clearly be the worst.
The nightmares still haven’t stopped. If anything, they’ve gotten worse. They plague Barty in the waking hours, too, with all manner of things he’d willingly do to several people if he didn’t know better than to indulge his so-called Power. Snogging Severus is one of his few reprieves, but even that has started feeling very strange. Barty pulls Severus’s hair more often, applies more force when grabbing him anywhere, drags his nails against that sallow skin, but only where other people can’t see. And then, tonight-
“Ow!” Severus gasps, yanking backwards. His lip’s all bloody. Barty doesn’t remember that happenng, but he can taste the blood in his mouth. It’s warm, thick, everything he dreamt it’d taste like.
And he quite wishes that Severus wouldn’t stare at him in that scandalized manner. He’s just as surprised by this as the other boy.
“What the Hell were you doing?!”
“I’m sorry,” Barty whispers. He pulls out his wand and quickly, gently performs a simple healing spell. “Just got a bit overenthusiastic.”
Severus looks wary, so Barty adds, “Won’t happen again,” even though he knows in his heart that it will.
He has to restart the snog, and he doesn’t draw more blood. At least, he doesn’t this time.
Character Pairing: Severus Snape/Barty Crouch, Jr.
Prompt: "ten-fold"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Summary: "The nightmares still haven’t stopped. If anything, they’ve gotten worse. They plague Barty in the waking hours, too..."
Author's Notes: Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8.
Link to Prompt Table: Link!
It’s not until Barty’s sixth year that Severus gets desperate, and Barty’s surprised that it took this bloody long. Severus lost Evans to Potter, and yet he still kept his head about him.
Now, the two of them are in broom cupboards more often than ever, even though they’ve both got other concerns to look after. Severus has his NEWTs at the end of the year – but, at least in his case, caring is optional. He’s a genius; he has no need for worry.
Barty, on the other hand, has twelve NEWT-level subjects, Prefect duties, and Slughorn and Rabastan looking over both his shoulders, making sure that he doesn’t lose his mind again. Because, of all things that could happen, losing Barty’s mind to stress would clearly be the worst.
The nightmares still haven’t stopped. If anything, they’ve gotten worse. They plague Barty in the waking hours, too, with all manner of things he’d willingly do to several people if he didn’t know better than to indulge his so-called Power. Snogging Severus is one of his few reprieves, but even that has started feeling very strange. Barty pulls Severus’s hair more often, applies more force when grabbing him anywhere, drags his nails against that sallow skin, but only where other people can’t see. And then, tonight-
“Ow!” Severus gasps, yanking backwards. His lip’s all bloody. Barty doesn’t remember that happenng, but he can taste the blood in his mouth. It’s warm, thick, everything he dreamt it’d taste like.
And he quite wishes that Severus wouldn’t stare at him in that scandalized manner. He’s just as surprised by this as the other boy.
“What the Hell were you doing?!”
“I’m sorry,” Barty whispers. He pulls out his wand and quickly, gently performs a simple healing spell. “Just got a bit overenthusiastic.”
Severus looks wary, so Barty adds, “Won’t happen again,” even though he knows in his heart that it will.
He has to restart the snog, and he doesn’t draw more blood. At least, he doesn’t this time.