A/N: Wow I am completely stunned with the sudden amount of reviews. I thought nobody read my stories! Thank you so much. Sorry it's been so long since I updated, I've been really busy filming. I've had many long days and I've been too tired to write. Plus I had a massive case of writers block. But I managed to overcome it; hence forth this chapter.

P.S: thank you for following the story so far

Chapter 4- A kiss is still a kiss.

Violet couldn't help but miss the sweet warmth that radiated from Barty's lips. All her reflexes were failing; all she could do was just stand there with her eyes closed. She could faintly hear Barty calling her name; Calmer now that he was out of his horrific nightmare.

"Violet"

What the hell is he playing at? What am I playing at? An ex-deatheater who could of killed me when I was at Hogwarts, turning up out of the blue; asking for help. I accept him to stay round my house, and then this. How dare him!

"Violet"

But it was nice though. I mean; it wasn't what I was expecting. With his past manic self, anyone would expect full force to be used. Complete domination in just a kiss. Isn't that what should of happen?

"Violet"

That didn't happen. It was sensitive, caring and...and...passionate.

"Violet" Her eyes shot open. Violet was confronted with a concerned face of Barty. One of his hands had protectively placed itself on her shoulder. It was too much for Violet. Her whole body was not cooperating. Before she knew it she had fallen fast onto the wooden flooring, followed by Barty; trying to save her from injury. "Violet are you okay?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Barty sighed. He helped Violet up and ensured that she took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"I should have told you about my...Bad dreams. I'm sorry that I disturbed you...and I'm..." Barty gulped. "I'm sorry that I...Kissed you" Barty was beginning to blush. Violet kept wondering where the Barty she remembered from her fourth year was. This creeped her out.

"They were about me, weren't they?"

Barty sighed again. "Yes"

"Do you often have bad dreams?"

"Every time I go to sleep. I was even surprised I managed to get to sleep a moment ago...These bad dreams have plagued my mind ever since I joined Lord Voldermort. They would alternate between people I killed or tortured into insanity and the dark lord attacking my...mother." Barty went silent as he tried to fight back the tears. Violet was about to speak when Barty continued. "Now they have changed to the dark lord finding me as a free man. He repeatedly says I'm a traitor and I deserve to die along with all the other mud-bloods and half-bloods." Barty paused again to look up at Violet with watery eyes. "You're there as my protector; my beacon of light." Barty chokes on a sob. Violet takes this has her ideal opportunity to talk.

"And then he kills me, for helping you come away from the dark. Barty there is nothing to worry about. The Dark Lord is dead and there is no way for him to come back...For these other dreams. Do you regret your actions on those poor souls?

"Yes. Every waking moment I am tormented by the screams. Their pleas of mercy ring in my head. I was a monster to enjoy causing pain on so many innocent people. I didn't like doing it at first, but it was my hatred of my father that caused me to carry on and create a cold, malicious being that I am."

"But Barty, You can't be a cold, malicious being now if you feel regret and guilt. You've done terrible things in the past, but with these feelings you enable the chance to heal your soul. You can become a better man. I promised I would help you and I will. But as I said before, you have got to want to be better."

Again everything went still and not a single word was said. Violet's mind kept pondering on the moment he kissed her.

Why would he do that? He only said that I was killed in his nightmare. Do I really mean that much to him? Enough to be kissed? Maybe inviting him into my house wasn't the best of idea. This could be his vile plan. Some deatheaters' were known to rape their victims. But this is too gentle for that. It was just a kiss Violet! But still it is odd in these circumstances. There is something he is not telling me. Why is he picking me to help him? What's with all this fondness and wanting to be close? I just don't know.

Violets head began to hurt as a million and one thoughts rushed through her head. All of the questions she didn't have answers too. The only way she would get the answers would be through Barty and right now she didn't want to confront him.

"I think you should get back to what you were originally doing before you came up here to help me."

"Right...Yes...Um...I'm cooking dinner. It should be ready in 20 minutes." Violet slowly made her way to the door. Violet had managed to keep her body under control to at least walk. When she was about to close the door Barty spoke.

"Violet!"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome"

I don't know what it is, but you're certainly up to something. I just hope it's not dangerous.

"This was delightful Violet. It's been so long since I've had a proper meal."

"Well I'm glad you liked it. I didn't have a lot left in the fridge so I had to put what I had together. If you want to go make yourself comfortable in the living room I'll be out in just a moment."

"Okay." Barty confidently rose from his seat. It seemed that their unusual conversation earlier had been forgotten. It seemed that both parties were trying to avoid a confrontation on the kissing matter. But Violet couldn't get it out of her head.

Why? Why? Why?

It was the way Barty blushed after the kiss that made her wonder if there was more to it.

He can't have a crush on me. Can he?

Violet shook her head and placed all the dirty dishes in the washing up bowl. After wiping her hands on a tea towel to remove any residue of water from her hands; she made her way into the living room. Barty was already lounging on the sofa, leaving a little gap for Violet. When she got closer she realised he was trying to work the television remote. Violet giggled as she watched him slam the remote down next to him on the sofa in defeat.

"I think you need a lesson on how to work muggle TV's" Violet chuckled as she grabbed the remote.

"We had one at my father's house. I knew how to work one years ago. I'm just a bit rusty, give me time and I'll be a pro at it."

"Barty you didn't even get to turning it on."

"Ok...Ok I get your point...Are you going to stand there all night?"

"Well I didn't plan too, but Mr 'can I stay here tonight' is hogging the entire sofa."

"There's enough room for you there" Barty pointed to the small space left to the side of him. Barty struggled to stop himself from giggling as Violet rolled her eyes.

"That's enough room for a small dog. I'm a fully grown female human, if you didn't notice...Plus it's my house...If you don't move I'll just have to sit on you"

Where the hell did that come from? Now I'm playing games with a Deatheater. What is wrong with me?

Violet stepped forward so that she was in front of Barty and was making her intention of sitting on him very clear to him. Just before she was going to flop on top of him he moved to his side, so that she collapsed on the sofa rather than him.

"Thank you"

"I thought you had to honour your guests not threaten to squash them." They both chuckled. Violet turned the television on first time, much to the disappointment of Barty.

They watched countless British soap Operas and many late night comedy shows. Round about eleven; Violet could feel this slight pressure on her shoulder. Slowly she turned around to find Barty sound asleep snuggled next to her with his head resting on her shoulder.

"Now that is a Kodak moment" Violet whispered as she turned off the television and joined Barty in a very peaceful sleep.