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Thwack! Barty's fist collides with Evans face with a loud thump and a smack as Evans head hits the wall behind him, neck jolting with the force of the grip Barty has on the blonde's disheveled uniform.
“Boys! separate” Mcgonagall reprimands. “Detention for the next two weeks for the both of you!”
Barty reluctantly releases where he's gripping the front of Evan’s collar with a scoff and a glare towards the teacher.
“Don’t look at me like that Mr. Crouch, unless you want detention for the rest of the month”.
At this Barty rolls his eyes and with a sarcastic salute he drawls "of course ma’am”
At this Evan gives him a light shove and snarks
“See you in detention tosser” A dark ring of bruise already forming around the recently struck eye.
“Knob”
“Wanker”
“Cock sucker”
“You wish”
“–Boys” Mcgonagall interjects. Barty sticks his tongue out “childish shit” Evan shoots.
“Mr.Binns will see you both tonight, you can finish this when you're not my problem now, get to your classes”
. . .
Later in detention…
“Psst Evs” Barty nags for the upteenth time
“Shut up! I told you not to call me that Crouch"
"come onn” he drawls hunched over in his chair in obvious boredom “The old fart has been asleep for ages, don’t you want to get out of here?” Barty prods.
“I said shut up, unless you want to match” Evan snaps as he points out the purpling bruise around his left eye with a scowl.
“Really Evs, we both know you couldn't fight to save your life” Barty teases, sitting up in his chair and reaching over to try to prod at Evans blackeye.
Swatting away the reaching hand Evan gives in, “Ugh fine what bright idea do you have this time?” Evan retorts.
“Were you even listening, let's get out of here” Barty urges, reaching out to Evan again.
“Compelling argument but, no” Evan replies, dodging the persistent efforts to irritate his bruised eye.
“Pleaseeee Evs you know you want too” Barty pleads exaggeratingly batting his eyes
“Fine as long as you don’t call me that stupid nickname anymore” Evan snips.
“Come on, you know you love it” Barty teases with a wide, victorious grin on his face.
“Shut up Bats, or i’m not coming with you” Evan shoots, quickly turning away to hide his faint blush at being called out. “Oh Bats, is it now?” Barty questions tipping his chair back again, into Evans line of vision, trying to recapture his attention.
“I said shut up dickhead!” Evan replies. At this Barty mimes zipping his mouth shut and throwing the key while Evan glares but ultimately gives in to whatever stupid plot Barty has thought up.
as always.
“Ugh fine lets just go before your loud ass wakes Binns up” evan relents.
With a grin Barty stands up and states “he wouldn't wake up if one of us was screaming bloody murder, we’re fine”
“Whatever you say let's get on with it” Evan dismisses with a wave of his hand.
With blatant reluctance, Evan stands up from his chair to where Barty is waiting near the front of the classroom, they look at each other for a moment before making their way past the sleeping teacher and towards the exit, shoulder to shoulder.
. . .
Wandering through the halls after hours with Evan dragging, and Barty bouncing ahead excitedly,
Evan questions “Where are you even taking me?”
“Somewher fun, not that a stuck up swot like yourself would know”Barty replies.
“the only swot here is you Mr. top of the class” Evan says
“At least I don't always have my nose always stuck up in some book like you” Barty insults
“Sorry I can’t laze off all day then get full marks just because my daddy pays off the teachers like you” Evan shoots before getting cut off from getting the air punched from his lungs from Barty shoving him up against the closest wall
“You say that again you little shit and see what happens” Barty threatens while pushing Evan further into the wall
“ok, ok didnt know you were such a daddy's boy” Evan retorts while raising his hands in surrender.
Barty shoves off him, storming down the hallway back the direction the came from, before abruptly being stopped by a hand catching his wrist
“Hey I know you're not like him. I didn't mean it like that ok?” Evan soothes
“Hah! Just can't seem to let me go, can you Rosier?” Barty deflects
“Rosier is it now?” Evan questions
“Thought you told me to stop calling you that stupid nickname” He parrots snarkily
“Thought you knew I secretly loved it, no Bats?” Evan questions
“Shut up you wanker” Barty says as he yanks his hand back
“I actually really like it” Evan says, trying for honesty.
Hearing the honesty in his voice, Barty whips his head back to face the other, searching Evans eyes for any malice. Seeing nothing but raw pleading and honesty in the Blonde's eyes, Barty's shoulders drop, and in barely louder than a whisper he questions
“You mean it Evs?” looking away sheepishly Evan replies “yeah I mean.. I don't know never mind”
“never mind what Evs?” Barty questions quickly. Attention drawn back by the questioning interjection from Barty, Evan finishes “just forget it”
“Come on Evs you ought to know I like when you give me nickname, make me seem special to you” Barty tries
“I don’t know actually, considering how much of an ass you are whenever I call you anything but Crouch, how much of an ass you are to me generally, one would think you try to piss me off so I hate you” Evan counters
“Really, you're saying you didn't notice?” Barty prodded while invading Evans space until he was crowded against the same wall he was just forced against
“Notice what?” Evan deflects
“Come on Evs don't pretend to be dim, we both know you're not” Barty urges.
“Bats…”
“Yes Evs?” Barty teases, faux-innocently looking at him through his lashes
“Ugh fuck you” Evan mumbles as he takes Barty from the back of his neck and kisses him.