Mystery of Love

Scene One: The Beginning

The whisper of the sea filled up Regulus' room. Making his curtains dance against each other, as the moonlight peaks through the window. Regulus' gazed seemed to linger on the ceiling as he tried to occupy his already clogged up mind.

Regulus thought about sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes that almost mimic pathetically the sea that whispered to him day and night, with the white noise that usually helped him sleep at night. Barty Crouch Jr. Barty Crouch Jr. The name sounded sour and sweet, as it did when it rolled out of his tongue as he spoke it out loud.

He let out a groan, turning around on his stomach putting his face into the pillow and letting out a pathetic scream. Regulus wasn't particularly fond of the thought of having feelings, it was something he swore himself to stay away from since the last person he gave his heart too, James. Maybe he was still bitter? He did have all the right after wasting a whole summer with someone who's heart was laid with someone else. Regulus understood to a certain extent, of course he was hoping all ties to James would have been cut off. Unfortunately that was not the case, considering his brother befriended the fool. Yeah, he's still bitter.

Now came another year, another student for his dad to intern for a whole summer. Regulus had told himself that this time he wouldn't entertain another "summer romance." Of course, that was until he met Barty, who did not show any interest in him but just coldness.

Regulus did not understand what he did wrong. All he said was Hello - and he was just rude. He looked at Regulus like he was the crumbs on the bottom of his shoe. That didn't sit right with him. Especially when he was staying in his summer house, for the summer, with his family . Regulus vowed that he would not let this, Barty, ruin his summer. Damn him!

Yet, the lingering stares began on the dining table. The prolonged eye contact. The small conversation, on what is there to do for fun in Italy.

Heart racing. Sweaty palms. Just Barty. Barty. Barty. Fucking Barty.

That night was the worst Regulus had slept.

"For fuck sakes" Regulus mumbled, sitting up putting the heels of his palms against his eyes trying to push his sleep away, walking over to his window reluctantly.

Every morning was the same. Breakfast together, either the five of them, or the extended family, or the neighbors, or even sometimes people walking around the villa. It was never a relaxed quiet morning, always something happening. They would all sit and chatter about anything that came out of everyone's mind.

But today, Regulus did not join in. He let himself discreetly glance over at Barty. Slowly drinking him in, from his eyebrows, to the arch of his nose, to the curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes when he spoke about the thesis he was writing. It was like he was in his own world, and nobody else mattered except what he was interested in. Regulus knew he was fucked. He also knew at that moment, he would do anything to be able to hear Barty continue to speak about what he loves with that enthusiasm that immediately lights up a room. It was almost contagious. Regulus felt himself smile a couple of times, but quickly masking it.

He almost let out a surprised gasp, when Barty eyes landed on him with an eyebrow arched. Regulus cheeks began to flush in embarrassment at being caught staring.

"What?" Regulus asked a bit defensive.

"What do you think?" Barty asked, almost amused, the corner of his lip twitching.

Regulus tilted his head confused, furrowing his eyebrows, cheeks becoming redder "what?"

"Can you show me around some of the places you were telling me about last time?" Barty said with a barely there smile.