[Hermione/Barty Crouch Jnr.] Come the Morrow
Title: Come the Morrow
Characters: Hermione/Barty Crouch Jnr.
Rating: PG
Word Count: roughly 400
Summary: A contradiction, he cannot help but observe her - for come the morrow, she would be gone.
Author's Notes: Sort of underage - although nothing illegal! Hermione is in 4th year. Thanks go to the_ladys_opal for the beta and her encouragement to try out this pairing. Written for the challenge at 7spells
It was the night before the third and final challenge of the Triwizard Tournament. Bartemius Crouch Junior, currently known to the Hogwarts population as one Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody, sat at the head table in the Great Hall. Although he maintained a polite conversation with Minerva, the magical eye of which he was currently in possession swivelled constantly around the expansive chamber, watchful for any sign of an occurrence which would cause trouble to the plans that he had laid so carefully for the coming event.
However, his eye stopped when it reached the section of the Hall where what Hogwarts generally referred to as the 'Trio' were sitting. He saw the Potter boy... idiot child, nod to him in acknowledgement, as if he thought that Barty was actually paying attention to him. The Boy Who Would Soon Die, however, did not concern him at the present time, although Barty knew that he should. Instead, his attention was drawn by the girl sitting next to Potter.
He shouldn't be this fascinated with her. She was a Gryffindor, a child... a Mudblood. He was the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord... and yet still he found himself incapable of ignoring her presence. He didn't think that he was physically attracted to her... although she had been stunning at the Yule Ball. It wasn't that.
It was that she was a contradiction. By all that he believed in, he knew that she should be so many things. Stupid. Ugly. Inferior.
But she wasn't.
She was the most intelligent girl he had ever met. She was beautiful. And she was superior to every single student in Hogwarts. In particular the traitor Malfoy's snivelling excuse for a son.
Still, he knew that she was tainted. Burdened by blood and friendship, which would see her taken to her grave. His plans were almost complete, and the Dark Lord would rise as planned. And he would watch as she died.
Watching her now, continuing his sweep of the Hall, he resolved to let her have one last night of peace. One last dinner with her friends. It was the least he could give one such as her.
Come the morrow, she would be dead
Characters: Hermione/Barty Crouch Jnr.
Rating: PG
Word Count: roughly 400
Summary: A contradiction, he cannot help but observe her - for come the morrow, she would be gone.
Author's Notes: Sort of underage - although nothing illegal! Hermione is in 4th year. Thanks go to the_ladys_opal for the beta and her encouragement to try out this pairing. Written for the challenge at 7spells
It was the night before the third and final challenge of the Triwizard Tournament. Bartemius Crouch Junior, currently known to the Hogwarts population as one Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody, sat at the head table in the Great Hall. Although he maintained a polite conversation with Minerva, the magical eye of which he was currently in possession swivelled constantly around the expansive chamber, watchful for any sign of an occurrence which would cause trouble to the plans that he had laid so carefully for the coming event.
However, his eye stopped when it reached the section of the Hall where what Hogwarts generally referred to as the 'Trio' were sitting. He saw the Potter boy... idiot child, nod to him in acknowledgement, as if he thought that Barty was actually paying attention to him. The Boy Who Would Soon Die, however, did not concern him at the present time, although Barty knew that he should. Instead, his attention was drawn by the girl sitting next to Potter.
He shouldn't be this fascinated with her. She was a Gryffindor, a child... a Mudblood. He was the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord... and yet still he found himself incapable of ignoring her presence. He didn't think that he was physically attracted to her... although she had been stunning at the Yule Ball. It wasn't that.
It was that she was a contradiction. By all that he believed in, he knew that she should be so many things. Stupid. Ugly. Inferior.
But she wasn't.
She was the most intelligent girl he had ever met. She was beautiful. And she was superior to every single student in Hogwarts. In particular the traitor Malfoy's snivelling excuse for a son.
Still, he knew that she was tainted. Burdened by blood and friendship, which would see her taken to her grave. His plans were almost complete, and the Dark Lord would rise as planned. And he would watch as she died.
Watching her now, continuing his sweep of the Hall, he resolved to let her have one last night of peace. One last dinner with her friends. It was the least he could give one such as her.
Come the morrow, she would be dead