RabastanBarty Jr.! Little sappy, little angsty, little lovey. Prompt: fountain.


There he was, wavering on his feet, his eyes wild and unfocused, and it was all Barty could do to refrain from sweeping Rabastan into his arms and kissing him until he couldn't breathe.

But he didn't, because Lord Voldemort was watching and that could result in both of their deaths. And he wasn't about to die now.

Rabastan stumbled, and Barty was there, holding him tight but not suspiciously so.

Rabastan found his face and his eyes focused. He smiled; small, surprised, and suppressed; and reached a shaking hand up to touch Barty's face, but settled for clutching the front of his robes instead.

"Not dead then?" he asked, his voice hoarse and cracked, thick as quicksand and painful as sandpaper.

Barty just shook his head, willing his eyes to convey his regret for leaving Rabastan in Azkaban, but Rabastan just looked away, patting Barty's chest unevenly.

He keeled forward suddenly, vomiting all over his bare feet and Barty's expensive black leather shoes. Bellatrix cackled from somewhere in the crowd, and Lord Voldemort frowned in their direction.

"Junior," he snapped. "Take him to the fountain and clean up this mess."

"Yes, m'lord!" His mouth said, as his heart sung thanks to whatever deities there might be. He clutched Rabastan closer and murmured Cleaning Charms as they walked.

Rabastan touched the water tentatively, looking back at Barty with a small grin before throwing himself in. His prison garments billowed about him, staining the water gray. He came up, his black hair long over his face, and spitted a mouthful of the water into the air.

Barty laughed, genuine and loud, and perched on the edge. He motioned Rabastan to sit by his feet, and he did. A few charms and a few wand flicks later, clumps of Rabastan's hair floated around the fountain.

Rabastan turned around, grabbed the back of Barty's neck, and kissed him. Hard.

They stood there for a while, and Barty looked over Rabastan's face, trailing his fingertips over his cheekbones, long nose, sunken cheeks, haunted eyes, and Harry-Potter-worthy wild hair.

"I missed you," he whispered, mere inches from Rabastan's mouth.

Rabastan smiled. "I missed you too. Glad you're not dead."

"Me too."


*sings happily* Sorta proud of this one! Sorta proud of this one!

I don't like it, but I'm "proud" of the fact that I actually got it out.

Beginning this was hard. I kept putting them off. I just couldn't figure out how to write it! I mean, Dudley and Piers was easier than this!

So, I'll pat myself on the back even though its not actually good. ;)