Barty Crouch Junior had known Regulus Black ever since he had met him on the train. He was put in the Ravenclaw house (he would have preferred Slytherin but his dad would have thrown him out of the house, refusing to be associated any way with death eaters) and Regulus was put in Slytherin. Regulus's parents were much cooler than Barty Crouch would ever be. They agreed with everything his father didn't and that made him like them even more. Regulus didn't give a damn that he was a Ravenclaw and stayed his friend just the same. He was that a good friend to him like that. For six, glorious years, their friendship had thrived like a weed. Regulus was the only thing that kept Barty from attempting the killing curse on himself the moment he knew how. Regulus had no idea how much Barty needed him. A lot more than he probably did.

Regulus and Barty were in their seventh year now. Barty had began to notice a change in Regulus. He always considered him to be not quite as good looking as his rebellious Gryffindor brother. They allways chuckled and snickered whenever Sirius got into trouble with his mother.

But now, Regulus had become more attractive than his brother. He was slimmer, his hair (which was considerably shorter) suddenly started looking glossy like a Raven's wing. His skin was pale, cool like an oasis in the middle of a hot desert. Everytime Barty saw him, he suddenly started feeling thirsty. Right now, Bartty was pressing his mouth onto his, crashing into him like an ocean wave. He had wanted to do this for so long.

Regulus had at first, seemed to go along with it, probably because he was too shocked to react. But then, Barty could slowly sense his mind to reactivate, his limbs beginning to feebly push him off, although his mouth seemed to be perfectly happy where it was. Well, Barty had waited way too long to do this, and he wasn't ready to end his experience just yet.

Clamping his hands around his arms (he was a lot stronger than he looked) he wrapped himself around Regulus even tighter and pushed him into a wall. He found himself filled with gratitude that this was happening in the Slytherin Common room instead of his own, where the only witnesses to his offense were fissh, eels and the Giant squid. Had he come onto Regulus in Ravenclaw Tower, the Common room practically overlooked the whole school and there definitely was a chance somebody would see him from the window.

The moment Regulus collided with the wall, he let out a gasp ofBshock as his body came into contact with the cold stone surface,and just like that, Barty slipped in his tongue, as though he'd planned the whole this out. Regulus's mouth was warm and soft, much softer than any of the stupid girls he'd kissed. But now he wanted in. He took his time exploring the inside of his mouth, twisting and scraping. He was mildly surprised by how flexible his tongue was.

Regulus seemed to have stopped fighting. Perhaps he was getting into it, or perhaps he was just playing along in order to get Barty to let his guard down. whatever the case, he wasn't taking any chances. He clamped his arms even tighter around Regulus's slender frame and reinforced him up against the wall so hard that the younger boy let put a whimper of pain. Barty consoled him by running his hand through his hair. It may have looked glossy and shiny, but it felt soft and warm like a cotton ball.

Barty finally decided after his arms started feeling sore that perhaps it was time for Regulus to have a chance. Moving very slowly, keeping his lips pressed against his the whole time, he slowly, so slowly that he felt he would never move, he brought his hand up to his snow white cheek, cupping it gently in his hand. It felt, warm and soft, like down.

Barty wanted to keep his mouth connected to Regulus's for all eternity. But he was starting to have some difficulty breathing and he would have had to stop eventually. Regulus could now decide whether he wanted him, or not. Even though he was the one who admitted his feelings first, what if the kiss made him realize that he was wrong about them? What if he would never get a drop of that sweet nectar ever again. He remembered what his mother said about how if you truly loved something, you'd let it go. If it came back to you, it was your's. If not, it never was. But Barty wanted Regulus to be his so bad! Finally, with his heart in his mouth, and after he had poured every last drop of it into Regulus's he ripped it away. He stared into Regulus's eyes. Those magnificent, dark grey eyes.

Regulus's mouth seemed to be half open (Barty could slide in his tongue again!) and he seemed to be in a dream state (all the fairytales said that a kiss would wake him up!) and he was swaying back and forth (Barty ached to catch him and hold him once more!)

Finally he spoke very slowly.

"Well, I guess I just had my first kiss"

"Yeah, I guess you did" said Barty sheepishly.

"You're really wierd, you know that?"

"I've heard it once or twice"

And before Barty could react, Regulus was grabbing him by his robe lining and pulling him right back in. And this time, now that Regulus knew what he wanted, it was just that much more better. Their mouths were entwined and it felt as though they were trying to have a battle using only them. When Barty realized that it couldn't be won, he tore himself away from Regulus, cupped his pace, and gently tilted it forward. Barty then began planting his lips down the arch of Regulus's beautiful neck. He moved slowly down, suckling for a while, then moving to another spot, lightly nipping it before his lips settled, taking in the way Regulus gasped and whimpered each time he did so.

He became dimly aware of Regulus's finger's inching away at his robes, slowly at first then faster and faster.

Then, suddenly Regulus stopped. It was as though he had turned to stone. He was trembling, his skin had turned even whiter than before, his breathing was coming out so shallow that, he seemed to be turning blue.

"What's wrong, Reg?" asked Barty, as he swept some dark hair that had fell into the latter's eye's.

With the smallest of whimpers, Regulus pointed his finger in the direction of was transfixed in.

Standing before him was a first year girl. She was very short, with dark brown eyes, too large for her face. It took Regulus a while to realize that they were that way because of shock. Unaware at first about the situation, he laughed

what's the matter Reg, it's only a first year...Oh damn" suddenly, as though somebody had poured a bucket of water over him, he too became paralyzed with shock. The realization kicked in. There was a witness. This girl had witnessed Regulus and him lip-lock.

Suddenly he wondered something. This girl wasn't a Slytherin. she was a Ravenclaw. One of his own house. He'd seen her burst into giggles whenever he walked by and occainsonally flash him a smile. So why was she in the Slytherin Common Room, wearing green-lined robes?

"Maudie right? This...this...this isn't what it...what it looks like?"

Maudie took three steps back before she answered, very slowly, as though trying to hold down vomit.

"It...it...it...it looks like you...you...were..k-k-k-k-KISSING ANOTHER BOY!"

"Well-er-that's offensive. This-this this is Regina. My girlfriend"

The excuse was terrible to start with. But it really was pointless. The first year bolted toward the exit and was gone before either of them could draw their wands. She ran so fast, that if it hadn't been for the fact that she spoke, the Slytherins would have thought her a figment of the imagination