#bartemius crouchemius junioris

[addsalwayssick]

Evan didn’t play quidditch, but he was a manager for the team, so he was often there to practice with them. How Barty got into the Slytherin lockers as a Ravenclaw? No clue.

“What are you doing here?” Evan hissed at Barty. Evan was just outside the shower, a towel around his waist. Barty slid his hand against Evan’s bare skin, across his sculpted abs and biceps. His lips trailed his collarbone as water droplets dripped. “Barty you can’t-“

“I can do whatever I want, Rosy,” Barty murmured against Evan’s dark skin. Barty pushed Evan back in the shower, stripping off his clothes. He turned the water on so nobody could hear them. It’s good he did that, though Evan suspected he may have done a few silencing charms, otherwise Evan is sure someone would have come to check on him.

meow ahhhh