A/N: Warnings for sex after the –oOo-. But just a little bit, and not really explicit. I don't really like writing sex scenes that much, so I won't do them very often, although I think I've reached a point in the story now where it makes sense for it to happen.

Part Two, Chapter Eight

Gwen stared at the window and had to blink twice to make sure she wasn't imagining it. She wasn't. Barty Crouch Jr. was definitely just the other side of her window tapping on the glass. Wondering why on earth he'd decided to show up like this at this time in the evening, she quickly shut the bedroom door behind her and crossed to the window. She was scowling her disapproval at him, but he just grinned at her as she opened the window. "Barty, what…what the…what the hell are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "Well, you gave me your address so I just thought I'd come and say hi."

"Barty, you can't just…" She was trying to be mad at him, but as she noticed he seemed to be hovering in mid-air outside her window, she couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't annoying – it was quite sweet of him to do this actually, although she wasn't really sure what had prompted it. "You know, you'd have been better off if I had my parents bedroom – there's a tree outside that one."

"I did check that one first, actually, but I didn't think the collection of antique snitches on the bookshelf was likely to be yours."

She felt ever so slightly creeped out that he'd been peering into hers and her parents' bedrooms. "Um…no. Although still, what exactly are you doing here?" He looked rather upset at that, and she regretted saying it.

"Do I need a particular reason other than just wanting to see you? I felt bad about having to cancel Saturday, so I thought I'd try and make up for it. Why, would you have preferred it if I hadn't come?"

"No!" she blurted out, desperate to make up for having implied she didn't want him here, when in fact she wanted the exact opposite. "Of course I wouldn't. It's just that, well, your dad's spoken to my mum today and he's not too pleased about you seeing me at work."

He scowled. "Well, you're not at work right now, are you?"

"No, but still. I just…I think it's best if they don't know you're here."

Barty seemed to have gotten over whatever offense he'd taken at her asking why he was here, and he grinned at her. "Well, they don't ever have to find out."

That was true. It wasn't like they were watching her every move. She could probably sneak Barty into her bedroom without them ever realising, and she vaguely wondered if that was the kind of thing other girls had been doing in their teens. "No," she agreed with a smile, before opening the window wider. "You best come in then, before anybody sees you hovering out there."

"Gladly," he said as he scrambled through the window frame, which was slightly too small for him to get through easily. He ended up falling on the floor on the other side, which generated a rather loud thumping sound.

She was tempted to laugh at the undignified manner in which he'd climbed through the window, but realised it was best not to make too much noise. "Shh! You don't want my parents to hear us, do you?"

He got up off the floor rather huffily, looking like he was trying to pretend he'd never fallen on it in the first place. "That won't be a problem," he said, crossing to the door and muttering "Colloportus" at the lock and then "Muffliato" at the door in general. He then turned back round to grin at her, "There, now they won't have a clue what we're doing."

For some reason Gwen felt slightly uneasy about the fact that he'd locked the door, even though she understood why he'd done it. "What are we going to be doing?"

Suddenly, he quickly crossed back over to her, grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the bed so they landed side by side – her on her stomach and him on his back. She was slightly shocked by the suddenness of it, but didn't feel the need to object.

Rolling over so he was on his side, he grinned at her playfully. "Well, what do you want to do?"

Is that supposed to be suggestive? she wondered. She thought she didn't mind if it was. Now that she'd found out the truth about what he'd been up to she felt much more at ease around him, and she found herself hoping he was going to take things further. "Well…um…"

As she searched for an answer he moved himself ever so slightly closer to her and reached his hand out to place it on her thigh. At that point, she stopped trying to think of anything to say and simply looked at him, both of them staring into each other's eyes. There was a moment's pause in which it felt to Gwen like the whole world had stopped moving, and then he leant in to kiss her.

-oOo-

Barty felt her tense beneath him as his lips met hers, but then she seemed to relax and he pressed his tongue forward, requesting entry into her mouth, and she responded obligingly. He felt one of her hands slip underneath his shirt to run her fingers over his back, while with the other one she twisted her fingers into his sandy mop of hair and pressed him closer to her, so he couldn't have broken the kiss even if he'd tried.

As he explored the roof of her mouth with his tongue he ran his hand up over her abdomen until he reached the collar of her blouse, where he began to unbutton it. As he reached the third button he slipped his fingers under the material for a moment to stroke the smooth skin underneath, and he heard her give a faint moan as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and began to try to pull it off. He was so caught up in the moment he almost forgot that the lights were still on, but then remembered if she managed to undress him now she quite clearly be able to see his Dark Mark tattoo. Quickly, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wand to put the light out, before tossing it to the side as she pulled his shirt over his head and threw that on the floor to join it. If she thought there was anything odd about him turning the lights out she didn't show it, but just continued to kiss him passionately.

He was enjoying this, and not just because he knew it would spite his father. He genuinely enjoyed being with her. Somehow, she made everything else that had happened today seem much less important. Right now he really wasn't interested in thinking of anything else except her.

As he finally managed to unbutton her blouse and pull it off her shoulders, she pulled back from his lips just half an inch to mutter something through the kiss. "You know…what's weird is…I feel like…we've done this…before."

He stiffened slightly at the words. They had done this before, but of course she wouldn't remember. That might be a little difficult for him if she started to want to talk about it.

She seemed to notice the change in him, and stopped kissing him for a moment to look at him, squinting slightly to try and discern his expression in the dark. "Is something wrong?"

She sounded genuinely concerned. Probably worried she'd messed up, as usual. He thought if he continued to act like normal she'd think nothing more of it. He didn't want to spoil this. "No, nothing," he said earnestly, before pressing his lips to hers again as he pushed her back down on the bed and unhooked her bra strap.

They quickly ended up undressed and tangled up in the bedsheets, grateful for the silencing charm that stifled the moans coming from them both.

Neither of them noticed the scrawny brown rat at the window looking in on them.

A/N: Yes, I know pervy Peter is creepy, but it is sort of important to the story. I'm probably not going to write anything like that again for a while because I find it really difficult, but I wanted the challenge of writing it even if I only made it very short and implicit. Hope it was alright, and I'm probably going to try something completely different next chapter so I hope you like that too.