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“Rosie!” he called across the empty common room, making grabby-hand motions towards Evan. “I missed you!”
Evan walked slowly towards where Barty was lying sprawled out on an armchair. His face split into a wide grin as he gazed up at him. Evan’s brow furrowed. “The hell happened to you?” Barty smiled and reached for him. “Reg said he wanted a hic- distraction? I dunno but he had firewhiskey!” his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he continued to stare up at Evan in wonder.
Evan groaned, gently smoothing his fingers down the side of Barty’s face. You are a dead man James Potter.
“so you asked zero questions and blindly agreed to get piss drunk with an already frustrated Regulus?” his fingers came to a rest under barty’s chin, and barty nuzzled into them in lieu of answering, nipping at the curve of his thumb.
“Bat” Evan huffed out a laugh despite himself, trying to fight the smile blooming on his face. Barty laughed loudly and unapologetically, still high on the alcohol buzz. He turned his head again and started pressing gentle kisses up and down the inside Evan’s palm and wrist, paying special attention the the thin white scar from an unfortunate incident with barty and a suit of armour in fourth year. Evan pulled his arm away, face flushed.
“We are in the common room!” he hissed, glancing around to make sure they weren’t being watched, but seeing as it was nearly dusk there was no one around.
Barty pouted, blinking up at him through his lashes, eyes wide. “embarrassed of me Rosie?” he asked, reaching out to pull him down so the two of them were in a tangled heap on the chair. Evan let out a muffled huff of protest, trying to right himself.
Barty sat up into the chair, Evan settled snugly in his lap, causing the blond boy to blush from his ears down to his collar. Barty closed his teeth around evan’s earlobe, pulling on the earring there.
He and Evan had pierced each others' ears at the end of last year. Barty’s dad hated it. Barty loved it.
He nibbled up the shell of evan’s ear, placing gentle kisses at the top. Evan squirmed and laughed, pulling at barty’s hair. He reached for Barty’s jaw and pulled him in for a slow kiss, his fingers returning to his hair, but brushing gently now. He rested their foreheads together as he pulled away.
“Happy now?” Barty hummed softly in response, pulling evan back against his chest and nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck. “M’all good sweetheart” he breathed out softly, Evan shivering at the gentle brush of lips against his neck. He turned and placed a sweet kiss on Barty’s cheek. “Okay baby.”
They sat there for a while, enjoying each others warmth and company. Every so often barty would place soft kisses on evan’s neck, his arms wrapped securely around his front. Almost possessively. Evan loved when barty got like this. When he’d had just enough alcohol he was syrupy sweet but still aware enough to not destroy everything within 50 feet of him.
(He had done that last year. Completely tore up his bed hangings because he thought they were ‘attacking him.’ He had slept in Evan’s bed for nearly a month. Evan wasn’t complaining.)
He turned is head to look around the slytherin common room. It was past dusk now, so it was almost deserted. Only them and a small huddle of third years who weren’t paying them any mind.
“Now where has reggie gotten himself hm?” evan hummed , turning to look at the boy behind him. As if summoned, a very drunk, very annoyed looking Regulus burst into the common room. He was grumbling something about “fucking honourable Potter” and “not even that drunk” as he marched over to the couch and slumping onto it headfirst. Evan raised an eyebrow at him, sharing an amused look with barty.
“So,” barty started, scooting forward on the chair and waggling his eyebrows at Regulus. “Who we murdering tonight? Potter you said?” Evan guffawed loudly as a pillow hit him square in the face.