Barty didn't know when it had happened exactly, or why, just that one night after far too many lit joints and swigs of Firewhisky, he and Evan had hooked up. They hadn't even talked about it after and Evan was juat getting ready for class in the morning.

Barty hadn't pushed it because they both had a reputation of being uncommittal in every form of the word. They were still the most feared Slytherin's in the whole castle and got high every night despite Regulus's constant muttering.

Unfortunately, as November rolled around, most of the weather was rainy and there was a noticeable increase of thunderstorms. Usually Barty wouldn't care about this but he knew how much Evan hated the loud crashes that reminded him of home despite the blondes bland expression.

Right now it was pretty late at night and cold as the wind howled outside. Barty was laid in his bed, staring at his ceiling, unable to fall asleep. Just as he was about to use a knockout potion, the curtains around his bed opened and came through was the shadowy figure of Evan.

Barty smirked faintly as the blonde just curled around him and pulled the covers around his cold body. "You know Reggie will freak out if he sees you in my bed," but he didn't hesitate before wrapping an arm around Evan.