Author's Note: Lemons at the very beginning of this chappie. You have been forwarned... (all Barty Crouch Junior lovers completely skip this note and go straight to the lemon) *_* I guess I should've expected that... Enjoy! :3

Chapter 6
Madaline's P.O.V.

I gasped as I sat straight up in bed, clutching the sheet to my chest. I drew in gasping breaths as I tried to calm down. When my breathing slowed down, I laid back down and cuddled into Bartemius' chest, again. He sighed and pulled me closer to him. His eyes remained closed as he kissed the top of my head, and ran his fingers through my hair.

"Night terrors?" he asked, eyes still closed.

"No..." I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his waist, "... memory..."

"The night that..." he traced a scar on my back with his index finger.

I nodded and rasped out, "Yeah..."

Everything was silent for a moment, then he spoke, "Need me to do anything?"

I shook my head, "Not at the moment... Did you have something in mind, though?"

"Well... I did think of something."

He pulled me up his body and hitched my left leg on his hip as we remained on our sides. I cupped his face with my right hand and my left hand held onto his right, upper, arm as our lips came together. I moaned as his tongue came together with mine and my right hand moved to twist into his hair. He pulled me closer and started kissing down my neck as I felt his erection in between my folds. I got wet from just feeling that against me and started sliding on him. He groaned and I pulled him closer.

"Bartemius..." I whispered in his ear.

He slipped inside me and moved my left leg so it was against the front of his right shoulder, we were still on our sides. I moaned as he started to pound into me and I could feel his tongue flicking against my collarbone as he squeezed my left breast. I moaned and arched into him, making him groan at the new angle. We aren't gonna last long in this position... I can tell. I felt him press my clit and moaned louder as I met him halfway by moving my hips. We both groaned as our releases arrived, simoutaniously. His hands remained on my bum and mine in his hair as we dared not to move, my leg still in the same position.

I started snickering and he looked at me, "What?'

I smiled, "You better be happy that I've been dancing since I was three."

"Why?"

"'Cause I wouldn't have been able to do this position if I wouldn't have been."

"In that case," he kissed my lips, "... I'm very greatful."

"Good..." I kissed his lips, lowered my leg, and slipped off of him.

"Why, exactly, do you..." he gave me a look as he turned onto his back.

"What? Love you?" he nodded and I climbed on top of him, resting my forehead on his as

I closed my eyes, "Mmm... your eyes, your smile, even when it is malicious, your voice, how tall you are..."

"I'm 35, Madaline..."

"Age is just a number... you of all people should know that."

"You should be dating a nice bloke in your year, not be with a Death Eater."

I traced his lips with my tongue and spoke against his lips, "I'm not a nice girl..." I nipped at his neck and moved to his ear, "Plus..." I licked up his neck, "bad boys by the name of Bartemius Crouch Juniour... get me hot."

"Watch it, Witch," he hissed in my ear as he fisted my hair with his left hand and the right gripped my left hip, roughly. "You're playing a very dangerous game."

"I like danger..." I whispered against his lips, then bit his bottom lip.

He gasped, sharply, and I pushed myself off of him. I snatched my spaghetti strap, black, night gown, that went mid-thigh, off the floor and put it on. The door abruptly slammed shut and I squeaked in suprise, seeing as I was standing right in front of it and it almost hit my nose. I turned to give Bartemius the most menacing look I could muster. He relished in my glare, then I gave him the sweetest smile ever. His smirk fell as I started walking towards him, swinging my hips like I did our wedding night. I crawled up the bed and straddled his still nude body.

"Bartemius..." I spoke, sounding as innocent as possible, "What do I have to do for you to let me go?" I rest my forehead against his and closed my eyes as I ghosted my lips across his, "I'll do anything you want me to..." When the possibilities registered in his mind, I felt his erection twitch underneath me, "Please, Bartemius..."

He ravaged my mouth with his tongue and I responded back, just as hungry. He lifted me up by my hips and slammed me down onto him. I moaned and we started moving together; every time he would thrust up I would slam down onto him. Our bodies moved in perfect synchronization as we let out moans, groans, and gasps of intense pleasure. I gripped his hair tightly, pulling his head back as he hissed and groaned in pleasure. I looked down at him and he gazed back as he gripped at my back, I too was gasping and moaning. He didn't even have to touch me any other way, I was about to come undone and, by the looks of things, so was he. A few more thrusts had me almost screaming as I finally hit my release, and he soon hit his peak, too. I let go of my death grip on his hair and leaned forward to rest my forehead on his left shoulder.

"You never answered my question," he finally spoke.

"What?" I asked, never moving.

"Why me? You could've chosen Draco, easily."

"I don't love Draco... plus, he's a coward."

"That's what I can't understand... your heart. Why do you love me? Is it just my physical appearance that appeals to you so greatly?"

"No," I shook my head against, still against his shoulder, "it's more than just physical." I rest my forehead against his, "Look, I know that it's irrational for me to love you, but can't you be grateful that someone, besides your mother, does? Even if it is a 16 year old girl?"
"Of course, I'm grateful, Madaline... I just don't understand why. Why? How could you love someone so awful? How can such a kind, talented, beautiful, young witch, like you, be in love with me... a monster."

I opened my eyes and looked straight into his,"You're not a monster, Bartemius... you're my dark angel. When my mother was murdered, you could've left and followed the Death Eaters... but you stayed behind and healed me when my father couldn't. You could've put me in the bed and left... but you stayed and held me, all night. You could've ignored the fact that I wrote your name down like a love-sick school girl... but you dared to go, without potion, down the school hallways just to confront, and end up kissing, me. You could've ignored me when you saw me at Malfoy Manor... but you trapped me in a room and gave me a full snogging session. You could've refused... but you married me. You could've been selfish and rough... but you were tender with me, making my first time the most memorable ever." I kissed his lips, once, "Monsters don't do that, Bartemius... monsters don't fall in love with a girl when they're only 12 years of age, knowing that anything is forbidden, then. Monsters don't wait for said girl to grow up, hoping that they love them in return. You're not a monster, Bartemius..." I closed my eyes and nuzzled his forehead, rubbing his nose in an Eskimo kiss, "all you are is a closed book that no one has been brave enough to read. Until now..."

I opened my eyes to find his brown eyes filling with tears, "Do you really think so?"

"I know so, Love..." I wiped his tears with the pads of my thumbs, "You are such a kind heart, yourself, Bartemius... you just don't realize it and neither have others."

"You have..."

I smiled, tenderly, "That's because I love you..."

"I never thought I would be loved, never know that you would actually grow to love me as a possible lover. I knew you were different, the first day I met you. I couldn't help but be drawn to you. I, unintentionally, fell in love with you... you were so kind-hearted, so talented, so wise, so mature for your age, I couldn't help it. I loved you as if you were my own, and you loved me, regardless of being a follower of Voldemort. No matter how many people called me Barty, Barty Junior, or Crouch... I loved how you called me by my full name. I hated being called Bartemius, but you were the exception. I loved hearing my full name fall from your lips. It felt so... right to have you, and you alone, saying my name like that."

"Now, does that sound like the kind of speech a monster would give? Do you honestly, think a monster would've been capable of reciting everything you just said?" He shook his head, "The real man is what's under the mask. I love you, not Death Eater you... just Bartemius Crouch Junior. I love you, your voice, your smile... Merlin's Beard, your smile. I fell in love with that smile, not Draco's, not Harry Potter's... yours. And your eyes... your eyes have always been so warm and beautiful, to me." I closed my eyes, "There's a great deal that I love about you, Bartemius. You just don't know it yet..."

"Madaline Lily Grace Snape..." I opened my eyes to look at him, "I love you, so much..."

"And I love you, Bartemius Crouch Junior..." our lips met for a moment and then I smiled and pulled away, "Can I go make breakfast, now?"

He sighed heavily, "I suppose..." he leaned towards my neck, "but I'd rather eat you."

He started nibbling my neck and I pushed him back against the headboard, "Ah, ah..." I kissed his lips, once, "patience..."

I pulled myself out of his lap and gave him a kiss on the cheek as I grabbed my wand. I made my way into the kitchen and saw that it was around 1:30. So much for breakfast... I decided to make my cinnamon apples, that Bartemius loves so much, and biscuits and gravy. I like cooking without magic, like my mother used to, so I put my wand in the basket on the center of the table. I went to the drawer and pulled out a knife, then picked the bag of apples off the floor and put them on the counter. I pulled out a cake pan and greased it with butter. I washed my hands, then, I sliced the apples, skinning them as well, and laid them in the bottom of the cake pan, filling it halfway. I continued to make the glaze, drizzling it over the apples, and sprinkled the cinnamon over all of it. After setting the dish in the oven, and starting the timer, I worked on the sausage gravy before starting on the biscuits. As I cooked, my mind kept wondering back to my conversation with Embry, in the ballet room.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't care about you.

It's not safe...

What do you mean?

Embry, there are things you don't know about me. If you knew, or got too close, I could get you killed, unintentionally.

I'm not going anywhere...

I shook my head of the memory and resumed cooking, only to bombarded with another memory.

Who's Voldemort?

Where did you hear that name?

I-I've overheard some people talking about him. Who is he?

He's a monster...

I finished the cooking and supported myself on the counter. Another memory hit me...

Can I ask you something?

Sure...

Why did you look like you wanted to cry, when I asked you who Voldemort was?

He murdered my mother... right in front of me and father's faces.

I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked.

There was nothing I could do... I was only twelve... I was only twelve...

I fell to my knees as I fisted my hair at the roots and screamed. The pain of another memory slicing through my nerves.

No! Mummy! No, stop! You're hurting her! Mother!

Avada kedavra!

No!

Bartemius had rushed into the kitchen when he heard me scream and knelt down next to me.

"Madaline," he spoke as he held my shoulders, "Love, what's wrong? What's going on?"

Pain was still coursing through my veins as Bartemius cradled me in his arms, like a child. I had tears running from my eyes as I gasped, painfully... like I had been choked.

"The memory coming in my sleep," I rasped, "me having flashes, painful flashes, just now."

"What about your memories?" he asked, concerned, "What do you mean 'painful flashes'?"

"A stranger as seen our combined memory... the night my mother was murdered."

"Who, Madaline? Who's seen it?"

"Em-Embry... Embry Call..."

That was the last thing I remember saying before blacking out.

Author's Note:Sorry about the cliff bunny! I hope you Barty lovers enjoyed the lemons I put in here. Review? :3