Okay I've updated. And I will update again, probably by next weekend. I suck, I know. I don't know why I'm so lazy, I just kind of am. Oh and I thank and love all those who reviewed. And yes, this Barty Crouch Jr. is based on the WB version, played by David Tennent. And I hate the dialogue scenes between Holly and Crouch Sr. and Holly and Winky. I just needed those things to be done to go on with what everyone really wants to see: scenes between Holly and Barty.

Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing but the characters created by me... everything else is pure JKRs' though I would like to own Barty Crouch Jr., possibly tied to my bed


Reluctant Seduction .:Chapter Two:.

The next morning I woke up to a banging on the door. I groggily pulled on my dress robe before getting the door. It wasn't until I was about to pull it open when I remembered what had happened the night before, or more who had happened the night before.

I quickly stepped back. What if it was Barty Crouch Jr.? What if he had killed everyone in the house and was coming after me?

I was too young to die at the hands of a prisoner.

"Miss Mendel," a voice I instantly recognized as Mr. Crouch Sr. said. "Would you open the door? There are matters that need to be discussed before I leave."

I relaxed and pulled open the door, a slight smile on my face for thinking that the frail man I have seen yesterday could have overpowered Crouch Sr. It was probably closer to the truth that he had died overnight.

And once I opened the door hope started to bloom that the escapee had gone onto greener pastures or more likely, the hot fires of wizardry hell. Mr. Crouch was dressed in his stately attire and his face was much more relaxed then it had been for the past week or so.

The only reason for that could be because Crouch Jr. had died. It had been obvious that the only person who had any desire to go through with the plan who been Mrs. Crouch.

"Miss Mendel," he began, "I have to leave today to attend to matters..."

... because my evil son has died and I need to bring back my loving wife.


"that only the ministry can send me to take care of. As you are aware of my son occupies the room next to yours and..."

... he has left this world.

"as my wife has told me, you are to act as caretaker for him."

All my hopes were crashed in that single sentence. The only reason Crouch looked relieved was because he would be far away from this house. This house that was hiding an Azkaban prisoner, a prisoner that should have received the Demontor's Kiss.

"I know you are aware that should the contents of the room next to your own get out, we will all be sent to Azkaban so I know there is no need to press on you the dire need for secrecy. I have already told Winky the details to his care and she will inform you of those herself."

He was out the door before I could scream by growing anger at him. Why was he leaving now? Why was he going and leaving me alone with a Death Eater? And most importantly, why the hell was that Death Eater's room next to mine!?!


A few hours passed and I soon found myself too hungry to keep sulking in my room. Besides a promise was a promise so that meant a monster or not I would have to seduce him sooner or later and right now he was probably too sick to do me any harm so sooner would probably be better.

I opened my door cautiously and slowly entered the hallway to find Winky leaving Crouch's room with her arms wrapped around a bowl of soup.

"Mistress Mendel," Winky curtsied. I smiled at the elf, at least some things were the same.

"I'm told that I'm supposed to be your assistant Winky."

I gave a halfhearted smile, Winky's expressions too humorous to do anything else. We went downstairs where she served me breakfast.

"Winky," I called out. "Two questions. Were you about to feed Crouch Jr. when you saw me? And do you know how long until Master Crouch Sr. comes back?"

Winky appeared by my side with another glass of orange juice just as I finished talking and answered, "Master Crouch said to expect him in a month or so..."

I inwardly cursed the cold bastard.

"... and I tried to feed the young master but only got him to eat a few spoonfuls."

My eyebrows knit together. The soup bowl had been filled to the top when I had last seen it; if he didn't eat more there was no hope that he would survive, which wasn't a bad thing for me but the young man was still Mrs. Crouch's son.

"When a soul is torn in two between doing the right thing and the wrong thing that really is the right thing what should it do?" I muttered to myself.

"It should do the thing that achieves the most good." My mother's voice echoed in my ears.

Damn.

"Alright Winky, I'll take over from here. Why don't you go and make pumpkin rolls for the evening. I've been told that Crouch Jr. liked those."

I started to walk back upstairs when Winky asked me, "Is Mistress sure?"

My laugh was bitter as I replied, "Not at all, Winky, not at all."


Back in my own room, I changed out of my morning clothes and put on Muggle jeans and a tight sweater.

I had grown up with pureblood parents but my father had been something of a Muggle fiend so growing in an all-Muggle neighborhood ended up with Muggles being my closest friends.

I longingly gazed at my half-made bed, a large part of me wanting to hide underneath the covers but a small part, was telling me that I was Holly Mendel, daughter of Margot Mendel and in no way one to be trifled with. I would be stronger then my fears and I would seduce this fugitive.

With those brave or very foolish thoughts in my head I headed out to confront Barty Crouch Jr. or as I preferred the Monstrous Azkaban Man.