David Tennant Characters One Shots by Lady Kilgrave

A strange relationship 1/3 (Barty Crouch JrxReader)

I'm eighteen even though I'm still in Hogwarts. It's my last year. I went to Hogwarts being 12 as my powers showed up just then. The Sorting Hat put me in Slytherin to my surprise. I thought I'd actually be in Griffindor but I love my house and never even thought about complaining. I've always loved defense against the dark arts lessons. There's different teacher every year which is absolutely insane. It's like this position was cursed. This year someone called Alastor Moody took this place. The guy looks absolutely crazy, he freaks me out. But after 3 months of lessons with him I'm in love with the way he shows us the Dark Arts. He's a fantastic teacher.

I rushed to my extra hour of Defence against the dark arts like every Friday.

Proffesor was showing u show to protect ourselfs while casting spells and I was all sweaty and panting at the end. 'Very well, y/n. You're getting better' Moody approved my work and I blushed a little and noded happily. 'Thank you, proffesor' Everybody left the classroom and it was just me and him now. 'I could give some extra lessons, you know. I mean, you alone, your skills are obviously better than the rest of the class' he said firmly and I hissed. 'Not sure if I have enough time, sir-'he glared at me 'b-but we can try, sure' I quickly changed my mind not wanting to lose an occasion. 'We shall meet here tomorrow at 8pm, does that suit you?' 'Yes sir' I noded and took my things. 'Good night, sir' I left in a hurry, excited and confused too.

Saturday night, right after the lesson

I had so so so many questions afterwards. The things he showed me were way beyond hogwarts usual. They were miracles. I literally couldn't shut my mouth, asking him a billion questions. I walked with him to his very own room and still didn't want to go yet. He opened the door, patiently explaining another spell, laughing a little at my enthusiasm. And suddenly he let out a short moan and bended at the waist. 'Oh god, proffesor, are you all right?' he noded with a pant and pushed the door. Then sat inside and took out his funny little hip-flask and tried to take a sip but found out it was empty. 'What's is it, a cure? I'll call madame Pomfrey!' I said, panicking, feeling like my heart is about to jump out of my chest. 'Don't you dare to bring anyone, leave me alone now!' he yelled through clenched teeth and I jumped a little. 'Absolutely not, I-' I cut off in the middle of the sentense realising that he's... changing! In one moment his poisture went slim, his crazy eye... fell on the floor and his face and hair were now completely different. Now on the armchair was sitting a man at most 10 years older than me, with big brown eyes and sticky-upy hair and glared at me. 'Oh my god' I froze, watching him stand up. He was twice my size. He dragged me inside by my wrist and closed the door. My knees went limp. 'I saw your face, b-but emm... can't remember the name...?' I managed to say, shaking slightly. 'Barty Crouch...Junior' he grined and approached to me, I felt my back hitting the wall. He leaned his hands on the wall on both of my sides so I couldn't make a move. 'The Death Eater' I whispered and he noded, licking his lips. I catch myself glancing on his lips time to time. I bite my lip 'Let's face it I'm not leaving your chamber alive, am I?' I look into his eyes. They're like chocolate... Damn it! 'Oh let's not go there. Tell me, y/n, do you like me? You seem to enjoy my lessons' he smirks 'I-em... Well yes, I do' I wide my eyes not expecting this question. 'Oh I'm horribly alone here, I'd appriciate good company... yours company, love' Is he flirting with me? Okay he's georgeus but he shouldn't be here, he's... he's fucking death eater! 'I see you're pretty tense. Let's have a deal, shall we? You won't tell anybody about this and will keep me a company' he says simply 'You said it's a deal, what's in it for me, eh?' I keep staring at him as devilish smile appears on his face 'Nobody's getting killed' he strokes my hair and cheek with his long fingers and I shiver. 'How do you describe keeping company? W-w- will you be hurting me...?' I ask weakly, shaking even more. His face tenses a little 'No, I promise' 'Deal' I try to smile, nearly fainting. 'Sit down' he suggests and starts pouring firewhiskey. 'You look pale, here. It'll help' he smiles brightly handing me the glass. I chug it to the bottom, feeling warm alcohol in my stomach. I relax and look at him as he's sitting in front of me by the fireplace. 'Do I call you per proffesor now?' I ask breaking akward silence. He chuckles and shakes his head 'Nah,it's Barty' 'Why me, Barty? There are many pretty, talented girls' I find how much I enjoy looking at his face. He's certainly handsome but in an extraordinary way. Not just avarage-handsome. 'I wasn't planning this I'm not a freaking pervert! I just instantly... liked you. And I honestly have nobody to talk to here' He made me feel sorry for him so I moved my chair closer to his. 'That's all? You just need a nice company?' 'He nodes, looking sadly at the fire. His eyes reflected the dancing flames, making him look insanly interesting. 'Barty, I'm afraid I have to go now, It's late, I don't want to get in trouble... Even more trouble' I laugh shortly and he smiles warmly. 'Go, come here tomorrow at 7' He looks at me and gives a squeeze to my hand 'I trust you're smart enough not to split out our little secret' there's a silent threat in his voice. I swallow 'Tomorrow at 7' I repeat and stand up but decide to kiss his cheek before motioning to the door. He looks at me surprised but I don't give him a chance to reply as I'm already going down the hall to the dungeons. I curse on myself, not being able to believe what I just got into...