Thanks to Marianne, Nell and April for their reviews.

Lemon Juice as suggested by Nell, for Barty Crouch Junior.

Sharp.

Acidic.

Sugary.

A slow smile spreads upon his features.

It is just a drink. Nothing more, nothing less. Pale golden in a large glass, like a tired sun; it is pale like his keen eyes, like the grin on his thin lips.

Its taste unforgettable.

He raises the glass. (Coolness against his palm.) Closer and closer, till the smell washes over his head. (His lungs filled with lemon.)

It burns against his throat, steals his breath. How he loves it.

Sweet, so sweet, yet acidic – it's like a taste of himself.

Insanity.

He can't get enough of it.