barty had a tough exterior, not necessarily cold because he absolutely loved to rile people up. excluding his friends, no one really liked him; he was annoying, but to you he was so incredibly sweet. well, as sweet as barty crouch junior can be.

a friendship blossomed into a relationship, one that hardly anyone, especially his friends, understood.

his voice would slightly soften, touches gentler like he was handling something you could break, even after you told him you wouldn’t.

“Hello, barty,” your voice broke through, making him jolt from his position on the large windowsill by the courtyard. “potions homework?”

he glanced back at his notebook before nodding. “yeah, slughorn’s been on my ass about finishing this.”