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See, Barty has a bad habit of not being able to follow directions. It doesn’t matter who they're being given by, Barty doesn’t listen.
It's what he's best known for.
“Barty Crouch, oh, you mean his no good troublemaker of a son. Yeah, what about him? He got suspended again? I'm not surprised, that makes it, what, his fifth time this year?”
So he's not sure what the professor was thinking when he placed him in the back of the class sitting next to Evan Rosier of all people.
See, people don't think Evan Rosier is capable of breaking the rules. He is the definition of the proper pureblood. Barty's sure that the only person who can compete for that title was Regulus Black, but that's not the problem. The problem here was that Evan Rosier was worse than Barty in every sense of the word.
Barty at least has the courtesy to not distract others from their studies, Evan Rosier, on the other hand, couldn't care less.
“Do you think the professor can even see us back here?"
Barty ignored him.
“I have the feeling that he barely hears us.”
“Shut it Rosier.”
Evan turned around and smiled at him. Barty hated when he smiled at him.
“Say Crouch, are you interested in playing a game with me?”
“I'm interested in writing down these notes.”
Evan waved him off, “I've got someone who can give us the notes. Come on, play with me. It'll likely get us detention if we get caught.”
To any normal person the possibility of getting detention would have been immediate cause to refuse the suggestion, but unfortunately for Barty he was in a competition with Sirius to see who could be awarded the most detentions before the end of the school year, and right now Sirius was winning.
“It's called no reaction.”
“What?”
“Just keep looking forward. You'll get it in a second.”
Barty understands the stupid game the moment Rosier takes his finger and ran it across the back of his hand with a barely there touch.
One finger turns into a hand crawling up his robes until he's caressing his arm in its entirety. Barty takes in a staggered breath.
Evan leans close to his ear, “Keep going like that and you'll lose the game.” Barty resisted the shiver that crawled down his body when Evan's lips brushed against his ear.
And maybe it was that bad habit of not being able to listen that caused Barty to make an audible gasp when Evan's tongue made contact with the side of his throat.
Only a couple students turned around at the sound, but Evan had already moved back to his seat, his expression completely unbothered.
It was a quick glance, and they were back to facing the front so that meant Evan came right back to his side with a wicked smile on his face.
“You lost Crouch, that means I chose the next game.”
“I didn’t agree to your stupid terms.”
Evan shrugged uncaringly before he turned Barty’s chair just enough so that they were facing each other.
“This game’s called no distraction, so whatever you do don’t call attention to us, we’ll really get in trouble.”
Barty couldn’t even ask a question before Evan had pulled him into a kiss.
His eyes were open so he saw the amusement in Evan’s eyes as he licked his lips and added more pressure, and as if by instinct, Barty opened up for him.
He could practically feel Evan smile as he deepened the kiss.
It was hard to kiss at this angle. Their faces close, but bodies too far. Barty couldn’t move without risking falling out of his seat, that could make noise, bring attention to what they were doing.
He let out a soft whine at the lack of contact. He hadn’t intended to, tried to cut it off before Evan noticed, but it was just enough to cause Evan to pull away from him.
His eyes half lidded as he smiled up at Barty, “Need to be quiet baby. You don’t wanna lose, do you?”
And Barty was incapable of listening to instructions. It’s something everyone knew, but worse yet, Barty refused to lose at anything. Arguments, fights, debates, he didn’t care, he wouldn’t lose. It was the reason why he was in the stupid competition with Sirius in the first place. But far from simply refusing to lose, Barty refused to lose to Evan Rosier of all people.
“Shut up then.” And then it was Barty pulling Evan into the kiss. Barty pulled him so hard that Evan nearly fell out of his seat. Barty, who kept pulling on his uniform until Evan was sitting on his lap, holding his face with both his hands.
It was messy and full of teeth, but it didn’t stop Barty from going back for more because Evan kept his hand in his hair and pulled whenever Barty did something he liked. Didn’t stop because even if Evan wanted to pull away, Barty could always bring him down by his neck.
It was careless and hard because Evan was right, the professor was as blind as a bat and his age didn’t help him, but his voice also lulled students to sleep, so no one really heard when Barty pressed Evan against the table, nor did they hear his gasp of surprise when Barty moved from his mouth down to his neck.
“Wait, wait, fuck.” Evan tried to slow him down. Barty didn’t.
“Fuck Crouch, at least let me put up a silencing spell or something?”
Barty paused with his attacks and smiled up at Evan who was flushed red from excursion.
“What would be the fun in that? Now, keep quiet unless you wanna lose your stupid little game.”