AN:I have sort of tweaked the timeline here, so that Barty and Regulus are in the same year, and Barty is in Slytherin. Enjoy!
Being catapulted through time about eighteen years was a strange disorientating experience that I hoped I would never have to repeat. My head began to clear as the dizziness dissipated.
"Nice catch, Crouch." I opened my eyes wearily to see some random Slytherin shouting down the all too familiar House table. The very House that had taunted and laughed at me for six years straight. The only difference was that none of the faces were recognizable through the light haze. I groaned as the beating in my head continued some more before ceasing completely. I came out of my reverie when someone cleared their throat. I looked up to see a younger version the madman that I had spent one night with. My heart raced and my body tingled in remembrance of his sinful touch. His dark coffee colored bore through my entire body, causing me to shiver lightly.
"Right there gorgeous?" Commented the snake to his left. My throat constricted when I realised just who it was. Regulus Black, the noble son of Black. I flushed. He was as handsome as Sirius, yet different in little unique ways. For example, he was a slippery snake, while Sirius had been a roaring lion. Family ties indeed.
"How'd she get here? You can't apparate into Hogwarts!" I rolled my eyes as the all familiar knowledge just begged to roll itself off my tongue.
"You can apparate into Hogwarts wi-
"With specific permission from the Headmaster,Goyle." Crouch concluded dryly. I held back my laughter. Father like son, I suppose, especially when it came down to their intellect. Barty Crouch Junior chuckled softly and slid his hand up my thigh, massaging it. I froze and my body went rigid. My eyes followed his own as he lifted my hand up to his mouth and kissed it delicately, his tongue swirling around each knuckle. I let out a breathy sigh. I couldn't help it. I was human after all.
"Enchantè. I am Bartemius Crouch Junior. And you are?" I wasn't sure whether or not I should give him my real name.
"Um-"
"Just spit it out, wench! No need to fu-"
"Shut it, Crabbe! You are in the presence of An actual lady, not one of your overzealous whores." It was painstakingly obvious that he was laying the charm on thick, which caused me to chuckle softly. Still, as I said before, I am only human. The obvious charm he used made my heart flutter like a love-struck, sappy teenager.
"Do you have to flirt with the bloody skirt, Barty? Just because she dropped out of bloody nowhere, and into YOUR lap doe-" I cut the chauvinistic arse off his little rant, and Crouch slid his arm around my waist possessively. I ignored it as I leaned forward, staring at him angrily.
"Are you this rude all of the time, or am I just a special case? You clearly think that I'm just something for you to fuck, when you haven't even pulled your head out of your ass long enough to breathe. Be careful, Black." The Slytherins,watched as the handsome boy's face lost all of it's colour.
"Hear hear." A few brave ones mumbled to themselves. Black stared at me for several seconds, his eyes full of mistrust.
"How do you know who I am?"
"Please. You're a dead ringer for a Black." I scoffed, hiding my lie. Crouch leaned in, brushing his mouth over my ear intimately. A shiver of delight coursed through my body.
"Well done. I don't believe that Regulus has ever received such a good tongue lashing in his entire life. You look pale. Would you like to go see the Healer?" The thought of being able to rest was tempting, but I knew that I had to go explain the situation to the Headmaster.
"I would kill for a comfortable bed, but I think that I should go see the Headmaster. Thank you. Bartemius, was it?" He cringed slightly and I laughed. If I was him, I would hate that name too.
"Yes, but call me Barty." He hooked an arm underneath my knees and lifted me up and carried me out of the Great Hall. I would have protested, but I still felt a bit wobbly. He walked down a couple of corridors before stopping.
"As much as I am enjoying carrying you, gorgeous, are you able to stand on your own? It would be bad for your reputation, being carried around the school by a boy you've only just met. Even though I am the Head Boy.
"You're Head Boy? I was Head Girl at my school, albeit briefly." I thought sadly, drawing back before I revealed anything else important.
"What was that, if you don't mind me asking? Do forgive me, beautiful, if I'm prying into your personal life too much, but I am enthralled by you."
"Are you always so eloquent and charming to every girl you meet? And do you always fondle them under the table and seduce them?" He smirked, and it was but a shadow of the dark, insane one that I had seen before.
"I'm afraid not, only the ones that fall out of the sky and time continuum via the use of Time Instruments, wearing scraps of material for clothes."
"You know what the continuum is?" He chuckled and pressed me into the wall, hiking my legs up so he could wrap them around his waist. He swiped my bottom lip with his thumb and his eyes gleamed with darkness, before returning to normal.
"I have fiddled with time turners in my past, and know the feel of it, and when there is a disruption in the Time Field. I also know that you do not belong in this time, but, judging by your clothes, a long time in the future. I also know that by that mark on your neck you have been claimed by an Animagus, and the hickey is to conceal it. Yet, you are wearing my betrothal ring. It must've opened up the Time Field to bring you to me, so that we may know each other better. A lot better, by the sounds of it." He purred wickedly. His mouth hovered over mine, softly brushing my lips. My eyes darkened and I smiled, licking my lips. He groaned and slid his hands into the mass of curls that was otherwise known as my hair, and kissed me eagerly. I moaned softly, unable to believe that this was actual happening. It was all happening way too fast, but I couldn't stop it. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to. Barty Crouch Junior was such an enigma. He had a familiar air of arrogance, yet he was a charming gentleman at times. What was the cause of his insanity? I wondered whether he was already mad, and if not, could I reverse the process?
"Cinnamon and wildflowers… Wonderful." His eyes were consumed with lust.
"You said that last time." He raised an eyebrow elegantly and I bit my lip.
"Please don't do that, beautiful. I can only restrain myself so far." My cheeks flushed and I unhooked my legs from around his waist, before pushing him off me slightly.
"I am no Pureblood. I'm the complete opposite. I don't even know how long I'll be here for." I was taken by surprise when he grabbed my wrists, growling.
"You're mine, forever. You have my ring, which means that you belong to me. I suggest that you start researching your lineage properly, my witch. Appearances are deceptive." He pulled back slightly and let my wrists go.
"I think that we should start heading towards the Headmaster's Office." He nodded sharply and stood back, watching me to see if I could walk properly yet. He chuckled softly and held out his arm.
"tell me if you begin to feel a bit light-headed or dizzy." I blushed, not used to the excessive attention.
"I'll be fine. I think."
When we arrived in the Headmaster's Office, he was there, waiting for us. As much as I admired the Professor, I didn't trust him after how he had treated Harry.
"Ah- our infamous falling student. Miss Granger, welcome." I frowned. I knew that my Occulmency walls were up to par, and I hadn't felt the intrusion, so how did he know who I was? I crossed my arms and pursed my lips. Then I remembered. Hadn't the Barty from my era said that I had been to his past once more, but I had been 'Dumbledore's Puppet', in his opinion.
"Mr. Crouch, would you please wait outside?" Barty stiffened and held me closely.
"If I need you, I'll call." He nodded reluctantly and kissed my forehead. The Headmaster and Head Boy shared a glance, before Barty shut the door behind him. I proceeded, wary of what I was saying. He was still manipulative, no matter how nice he appeared to be.
"Sir, I'm sorry for the disruption in your busy schedule, but I had no idea that I would be 'dropping in'. I didn't know that it would happen. I assume that your future self made a memo or something?" His eyes sparkled and he stood up.
"What year and House were you in, Miss Granger?"
"I was in seventh year, a Gryffindor and Head Girl."
"Miss Granger, you're last name is oddly familiar…"
"Sir?" I knew that look. He knew more than he was letting on. He placed the Sorting Hat on my head, waiting calmly.
"Ah, yes… I have sorted you in the future, haven't I? Well, I don't know if Gryffindor is the best place for you to be now, your betrothed would be quite unhappy. Such a powerful witch, you are. To be an Animagus is quite difficult magic to master. You are more than capable for Ravenclaw, but… Slytherin, perhaps?" My eyes widened in fright. Barty was in there, but that still didn't matter.
"No? the problem of your heritage? Not all is as it seems, Miss Granger. Still a no? Ah then, I suppose it'll have to be Gryffindor." I looked up to see Dumbledore smiling.
"Miss Granger, would you be willing to fill the spot of Head Girl? She was sadly killed over the summer." I couldn't help but leap at the opportunity.
"Of course! But sir- I have nothing with me, not even my wand."
"We shall see to that soon enough, but I believe that Mr. Crouch is waiting. Perhaps you should go explain the situation to him. As I understand it, he won't be very happy with it." I nodded and stepped outside the door to see Barty scowling.
"Barty?!" I gasped as he grabbed my waist, devouring my mouth almost angrily.
"Gryffindor? Of all the houses, why Gryffindor?" He hissed, panting heavily. I pushed him off me and he frowned, cupping my cheek. He sighed softly and traced his ring on my finger with his other hand.
"Do forgive me, precious one. I had hoped for us to be in the same dorm." I nodded and smiled weakly. He had a control over me and my emotions, and it was frightening, to say the least.
"I'm Head Girl, though. She was killed over the summer, Dumbledore said. He didn't sound that upset over it, actually." Barty and I frowned and he held me close. It was nice, to be held like this. I closed my eyes. It was going to be difficult here, if I didn't work out how to get back. For now, I would simply live in the moment.
AN: I know it seems like they're moving a bit fast, but it was made that way purposely. RB/BCJ slash in the next chapter. Well, sort of. I'm going to be a review whore and ask if you could please voice your thoughts.
Ta!