Fic: Dancing With The Devil PG(Barty Crouch Junior)
Title: Dancing With The Devil
Character: Barty Crouch Junior
Prompt: a broken circle
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hermione/Barty
Word Count: 2102
Summary: Barty finally blends both sides of his personality together with the help of Hermione.
Author's Notes: Not mine, only wish they were. This takes place after the fic 'Costume Drama'. Written for the
7spells challenge. Contains spoilers for the first six books.
The first five fics in the challenge can be found here, here, here, here and here
Now on with the story…
After the tables had been tidied away after the feast, Barty looked at Hermione, who he had talked to mostly during the dinner and smiled shyly. “Would you like to dance, Miss Granger?”, he asked, his brown eyes twinkling behind his mask.
Hermione blushed. “I’d love to,” she replied, just as shyly, ignoring the nasty comments that more than a few of the students were making behind them. She dragged Barty onto the dance floor and they moved into a waltz.
Barty grinned, a genuine smile, grabbed a hold of her hand and kissed the back of it, letting his lips linger on her hand. He abruptly dropped her hand as if had burnt his hand.
“Oh look the mudblood and the freak are learning to dance,” one of the students sneered, not seeing Barty’s face drop into a hurt expression.
“Leave him alone,” Hermione warned, noticing his mouth move into a frown.
Barty smirked, his brown twinkling as his mood shifted again. He let go of Hermione and bowed to her in a gentlemanly way. “Miss Hermione Granger, might I have this dance?” This elaborate act drew a few gazes. Barty smiled at Hermione. “Remus was right, the old Barty wouldn’t have put up with what I have since I was brought back and now I think it’s time to show that.” he paused in thought, “That’s what he meant! I have to allow both of my aspects merge. My old self and me now. They have to go together!” he realised, his face lighting up. “Time to bring the old Barty back.” He placed his hands on either side of his mask and pulled it off, facing Hermione, but keeping his back to the other students.
She looked down and saw the mask in his hand and then looked at his uncovered face. “What are you doing?” she hissed.
Barty bent his head, feeling suddenly shy. “I don’t know what came over me,” he muttered, staring at his boots. His face shifted again into a bold expression. He stepped back from her and looked up straight into her eyes. He held the mask above his head and took a deep breath. He bent his hand and threw his mask across the room. It rebounded off the wall with a loud thump, the music muting the sound. Barty sighed. “That felt good. That mask has been both my blessing and a curse.” he muttered. He grabbed Hermione’s waist and pulled her closer to him. “Tell me, am I hideous?” he hissed in her ear.
“No,” Hermione replied, shaking her head.
“Thanks, now let’s celebrate the return of the old Barty,” Barty said, with another smile. “Would you like to dance with me?”
Hermione smiled at him and nodded, as the jukebox shifted songs. Barty bent his head and turned around to face the others, his fringe covering the top half of his face. He led Hermione in an slightly improvised dance, staring at his boots, but wearing a mischievous smile on his face. “I’m just waiting for the right moment,” he explained. “Then I will reveal my face.”
Hermione looked shocked at first then smiled at him. She had heard the comments too and, even though he was an ex Death Eater, she saw that they had hurt him, and she knew he couldn’t fight back. She too had heard the comments about him apparently being ugly and she knew that when they saw his face, they would eat their words. She smirked as she imagined Lavender and Parvati fighting over him, when before they wouldn’t even talk to him or look at him. Hermione had visited the Hospital Wing under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak to see Barty. What she saw terrified her. A young man, broken, terrified and slightly out of sorts. She had paid him a visit a few times, even though he was unaware that she was there. The last time Harry had come with her and he was shocked at what he saw as well. What he had seen made him turn around and yell at the next person who insulted Barty in the Gryffindor common room. Harry would never admit it to Barty of course but she knew that Harry was beginning to forgive Barty for what he had done.
Barty led Hermione in a brisk dance, spinning her around, wearing a smile on his handsome freckled face. He pulled her close to her. “I think it’s time,” he whispered, stepping back from her, still holding her hand. He bowed his head, but smirked at her.
He turned to face the other students, well, the ones that were watching him. He snapped his head up, exposing his unmasked face to them. Before they could comment, he pulled Hermione towards him and wrapped his arms around her. “I want to thank you,” he said, “for dancing with me.” He gently brushed his lips over the back of her hand, before place a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Might I also add that you're looking lovely today?” he added with a slight smirk, causing Hermione’s face to go bright red.
“Thanks,” Hermione stuttered, her heart pounding. “You’re looking very handsome.”
Barty smiled at her, a genuine one and leaned forward and brushed her lips with his. “Thank you, and you’re quite welcome.”
“You're welcome.”
Barty opened his mouth to say more but was cut off by a male voice, a voice that Barty recognised, calling across the dance floor. “Barty! There you are. Glad to see you've gotten out of your funk that you were in.”
Barty turned his head to come face to face with the man who had restored him and his face broke into a grin. “Hello. Um, I didn’t catch your name.”
“You can call me… Theo,” the man replied, with a grin. “Right, so do you want to dance, Barty? That is if Hermione won’t mind me borrowing you for a bit.”
The End
Character: Barty Crouch Junior
Prompt: a broken circle
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hermione/Barty
Word Count: 2102
Summary: Barty finally blends both sides of his personality together with the help of Hermione.
Author's Notes: Not mine, only wish they were. This takes place after the fic 'Costume Drama'. Written for the
7spells challenge. Contains spoilers for the first six books.
The first five fics in the challenge can be found here, here, here, here and here
Now on with the story…
After the tables had been tidied away after the feast, Barty looked at Hermione, who he had talked to mostly during the dinner and smiled shyly. “Would you like to dance, Miss Granger?”, he asked, his brown eyes twinkling behind his mask.
Hermione blushed. “I’d love to,” she replied, just as shyly, ignoring the nasty comments that more than a few of the students were making behind them. She dragged Barty onto the dance floor and they moved into a waltz.
Barty grinned, a genuine smile, grabbed a hold of her hand and kissed the back of it, letting his lips linger on her hand. He abruptly dropped her hand as if had burnt his hand.
“Oh look the mudblood and the freak are learning to dance,” one of the students sneered, not seeing Barty’s face drop into a hurt expression.
“Leave him alone,” Hermione warned, noticing his mouth move into a frown.
Barty smirked, his brown twinkling as his mood shifted again. He let go of Hermione and bowed to her in a gentlemanly way. “Miss Hermione Granger, might I have this dance?” This elaborate act drew a few gazes. Barty smiled at Hermione. “Remus was right, the old Barty wouldn’t have put up with what I have since I was brought back and now I think it’s time to show that.” he paused in thought, “That’s what he meant! I have to allow both of my aspects merge. My old self and me now. They have to go together!” he realised, his face lighting up. “Time to bring the old Barty back.” He placed his hands on either side of his mask and pulled it off, facing Hermione, but keeping his back to the other students.
She looked down and saw the mask in his hand and then looked at his uncovered face. “What are you doing?” she hissed.
Barty bent his head, feeling suddenly shy. “I don’t know what came over me,” he muttered, staring at his boots. His face shifted again into a bold expression. He stepped back from her and looked up straight into her eyes. He held the mask above his head and took a deep breath. He bent his hand and threw his mask across the room. It rebounded off the wall with a loud thump, the music muting the sound. Barty sighed. “That felt good. That mask has been both my blessing and a curse.” he muttered. He grabbed Hermione’s waist and pulled her closer to him. “Tell me, am I hideous?” he hissed in her ear.
“No,” Hermione replied, shaking her head.
“Thanks, now let’s celebrate the return of the old Barty,” Barty said, with another smile. “Would you like to dance with me?”
Hermione smiled at him and nodded, as the jukebox shifted songs. Barty bent his head and turned around to face the others, his fringe covering the top half of his face. He led Hermione in an slightly improvised dance, staring at his boots, but wearing a mischievous smile on his face. “I’m just waiting for the right moment,” he explained. “Then I will reveal my face.”
Hermione looked shocked at first then smiled at him. She had heard the comments too and, even though he was an ex Death Eater, she saw that they had hurt him, and she knew he couldn’t fight back. She too had heard the comments about him apparently being ugly and she knew that when they saw his face, they would eat their words. She smirked as she imagined Lavender and Parvati fighting over him, when before they wouldn’t even talk to him or look at him. Hermione had visited the Hospital Wing under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak to see Barty. What she saw terrified her. A young man, broken, terrified and slightly out of sorts. She had paid him a visit a few times, even though he was unaware that she was there. The last time Harry had come with her and he was shocked at what he saw as well. What he had seen made him turn around and yell at the next person who insulted Barty in the Gryffindor common room. Harry would never admit it to Barty of course but she knew that Harry was beginning to forgive Barty for what he had done.
Barty led Hermione in a brisk dance, spinning her around, wearing a smile on his handsome freckled face. He pulled her close to her. “I think it’s time,” he whispered, stepping back from her, still holding her hand. He bowed his head, but smirked at her.
He turned to face the other students, well, the ones that were watching him. He snapped his head up, exposing his unmasked face to them. Before they could comment, he pulled Hermione towards him and wrapped his arms around her. “I want to thank you,” he said, “for dancing with me.” He gently brushed his lips over the back of her hand, before place a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Might I also add that you're looking lovely today?” he added with a slight smirk, causing Hermione’s face to go bright red.
“Thanks,” Hermione stuttered, her heart pounding. “You’re looking very handsome.”
Barty smiled at her, a genuine one and leaned forward and brushed her lips with his. “Thank you, and you’re quite welcome.”
“You're welcome.”
Barty opened his mouth to say more but was cut off by a male voice, a voice that Barty recognised, calling across the dance floor. “Barty! There you are. Glad to see you've gotten out of your funk that you were in.”
Barty turned his head to come face to face with the man who had restored him and his face broke into a grin. “Hello. Um, I didn’t catch your name.”
“You can call me… Theo,” the man replied, with a grin. “Right, so do you want to dance, Barty? That is if Hermione won’t mind me borrowing you for a bit.”
The End