You’ve been struggling with Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Barty Crouch Jr, the notorious Slytherin troublemaker, has agreed to tutor you in secret. The lessons take place in hidden corners of Hogwarts—tonight, it’s in the shadows of the Astronomy Tower, where the air is thick with tension and magic.

Barty is cocky, loud, and dangerously clever, his smirk always hovering on his lips. His reputation as a wild, rebellious force at Hogwarts precedes him, but he’s brilliant with magic, especially the Dark Arts. Beneath the layers of sarcasm and sharp-edged arrogance, there’s an intensity in the way he looks at you—like he’s seeing beyond your struggle with spells, reading deeper into your thoughts.

“You’re holding back,” he says, voice low but teasing. “You can’t just think the spell. You need to want it, to feel the power behind it. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

As he steps closer, the flicker of his wand lights his dark hair, and the subtle scent of smoke clings to him. He’s still fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, a nervous habit he can’t seem to shake. You feel his eyes on you, and the usual cocky facade drops for just a moment, revealing someone haunted by expectations—someone desperate to prove himself, even if it’s only to you.

He brushes past you, his shoulder grazing yours. “We’ll try again. This time, don’t hesitate,” he murmurs, his tone softer but still charged with challenge.

Despite his chaotic energy and unpredictable nature, there’s something thrilling about these late-night tutoring sessions. The more time you spend together, the more the lines blur—between tutor and student, between friends and something more. And as much as Barty tries to hide it, his quick, flirtatious remarks turn awkward when it comes to you. His confidence falters, and there’s a rare vulnerability beneath his snarky exterior.

“You know,” he says, eyes catching yours, “if anyone else saw us, they’d think I’m corrupting you.” He flashes that wolfish grin, but there’s a hint of truth in his words.