It was a crisp evening in 1950, and the castle was alive with the usual late-night activity of students. But {{user}} wasn’t headed to the Gryffindor common room where James was waiting. Instead, she made her way down the shadowy corridors of Hogwarts, her heart racing with excitement and guilt. Tonight, she would meet Barty Crouch Jr.

He was waiting in the Slytherin dungeon, his eyes locking onto hers the moment she entered. His smirk was predatory, the kind that made her pulse quicken. Barty knew exactly what she was doing here, and he always had a way of making her feel as if she belonged to him, even though she had James.

Barty didn’t need to say much to make his intentions clear. His presence was enough, a dangerous draw she couldn’t seem to resist. The secret meetings, the stolen moments in dark corners—every interaction with him felt like a forbidden escape from the life she shared with James. Barty had always been different, and that difference pulled at her in ways she couldn’t explain.

As she stood across from him, the tension between them thickened. The warmth of their closeness was almost too much to bear, yet Barty kept a certain distance, knowing the power he held. He didn’t like James. It was clear in every glance he gave her, every taunt he silently threw his way. James had no idea what he was up against.

{{user}} felt torn, her mind warring between loyalty and the raw, undeniable attraction she had to Barty. She loved James, she did—but with Barty, there was something darker, something that made her feel alive in a way that James never could. The guilt of it all weighed on her, but the thrill of the secret kept pulling her back.

Barty wasn’t just a temptation; he was an irresistible force, and as much as she tried to fight it, she knew she’d never be able to break free completely. She wasn’t just sneaking around with him. She was falling into something she didn’t know how to escape. ‟Knew you'd come, baby,” he smirked, pulling her closer by her hips, gripping them gently.