Barty smiled, but the light didn’t reach his eyes. “I finally did it Evan,” He began to roll up his sleeve, walking closer to Evan. There was a crazed look in his eyes, like he wasn’t fully there, “I finally dragged myself down to meet Him, and he gave me this,” Barty had finished rolling up his sleeve, there, fresh and squirming was the Dark Mark. His mark. Voldemort.
“Don’t oh Barty me! Everyone else thinks this is wonderful. I’m a Deatheater now Ev. This will be good for us, I can protect us. He won’t hurt us, we’re with him,”
Barty reached for Evan’s arm pulling him semi forcefully toward him, “He’ll protect you too, I promise,” Evan began to shake his head, “We just have to bring you to him, and he’ll give you the mark and then we can be together. We can be safe,” Barty brought one of his hands up to Evan’s face, “Can I kiss you my love?”
Evan stared momentarily into Barty’s eyes and bit his lip before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Barty’s lips. Barty melts into his touch, in a silent momentary bliss.
Evan pulled away and pushed himself gently out of Barty’s arms. “Can it wait?”
“The mark. Let them give it to me later, for now just let it be you and me,”
Barty released a shaky breath, “Of course,” The wild look softened a bit as he looked at Evan. Barty took a step towards him, and Evan reached out and grabbed one of his hands, “Come on,” Evan began to lead Barty out and away from the common room. Slowly pulling him up the stairs to his dormitory.
“Ev, where are we going?”
“To bed,” Ev glanced back at Barty, who met his eyes and went silent, letting himself be dragged to the bedroom. When Evan reached the dormitory, he knocked softly on the door, and after hearing no response, he opened the door and walked in.
