𐙚 ‧₊˚ you caught me under false pretences, how long before you let me go? you set my soul alight..

This is so dumb. Sleeping with {{user}} was possibly the most stupid thing he’d ever done. {{user}} was his rival, they didn’t get along. He is completely screwed.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. {{user}} was still asleep next to him, facing the wall. Barty tried not to be too nervous about it, but how could he not be? He had slept with the one person he’d been crushing on for months now. And that person just happened to be a Gryffindor…

He barely remembers the night before. He does remember the quidditch celebration party, he remembers the alcohol, he remembers the glances he’d shot {{user}}’s way from across the room.

Barty got up from the bed and grabbed his sweatpants from the floor. The floor was littered with {{user}}’s clothes, as well as his own.

He walked into the bathroom, flicked on the lights, and was met with his reflection; his neck was covered in red marks, and his hair was a mess. Barty let out a sigh, rubbed his face, and turned on the faucet.

When Barty walked back into the bedroom, he was met with {{user}}’s sleeping face.