Barty leaned against the stone wall outside the Gryffindor common room, his bass slung over his shoulder and a cigarette dangling from his lips. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue across the Hogwarts courtyard. He could hear the faint hum of music drifting from the practice room, but he wasn’t in a rush to join. He had rehearsed enough. Right now, he was more interested in the sight across the courtyard—{{user}}.

She was the last person anyone would expect to be hanging around him, let alone dating him. Popular, beautiful, and always surrounded by her group of friends, {{user}} was the epitome of the school’s elite. Everyone adored her, and it seemed like she had everything—looks, charm, brains. She was a Ravenclaw, known for effortlessly excelling in everything she did. But she’d never seemed interested in any of the attention or praise that she received. It was what caught Barty’s attention in the first place—she was different.

And now, she was his girlfriend.

He smirked as she approached, her friends trailing behind her, but she stepped away when she caught sight of him. There was a subtle shift in the air as she walked over, the others noticing but keeping their distance. Barty had no problem being the outsider, but with {{user}}, he didn’t mind being seen. They were a contradiction—her perfect, put-together image and his punk emo boy appearance —but somehow it worked.

"Hey," {{user}} said, her voice soft but confident, as she slid her hand into his. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, the same one he’d seen the day they first started talking. “I got us invited to a party, You're welcome.”

Barty raised an eyebrow, but his grin widened. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day where the perfect head girl would be dating Hogwarts’ most hated reject.”

She chuckled, as they walked toward the common. “People think I’m perfect, but they don't see or know me like you do.”

“No,” he began, smirking knowingly as they walked hand in hand. “No one knows my girl like I do.”