[ REQUEST ]
Y/F/I = your first initial
Y/L/I = your last initial

Barty Crouch had a firm grip on Y/n's wrist as he dragged her out to the courtyard, muttering various curses under his breath.

"This." He panted, pointing to a carving on a bench. Y/n leaned in, her eyes widening as she read what the carving says.

'S.B + Y/F/I.Y/L/I'

Y/n had carved that into the bench subconsciously while she was studying. "Barty, I- I can explain." Y/n stammered. "Go ahead. I've got all day." He spat, his grip on her wrist tightening.

Usually when the two got in fights, they were alone. Today was different. Today, Sirius Black observed this scene from the fountain that sat in the middle of the courtyard.

"Explain to me why Sirius Black's initials are etched in next to yours. In your handwriting, may I add!" Barty fumed. "He's my friend. That's all." Y/n laughed awkwardly. A scowl formed on Barty's face as he twisted his hand around Y/n's wrist.

"Barty, that hurts. Stop it!" Y/n pleaded, trying her best to escape his grip.

"Is there a problem here?" Sirius' voice called out as he approached the two. "Look who it is, come to steal my girlfriend?" Barty laughed.

"Get your hands off of her." Sirius growled. "What are you going to do, Black? Get your stupid little goons to come and curse me?" Barty chuckled at his joke. Sirius huffed before striking him in his face.

Barty stumbled back, clutching his bleeding nose. "Ah, bloody hell!" He cried out. Y/n stepped away from him, and closer to Sirius. "Fuck you, Black. And fuck you, Y/n. We're done!" He croaked before running off.

"Thank you, Sirius." Y/n sighed. "No problem. And hey, care to explain the bench?" Sirius teased. Y/n looked at the ground, her cheeks heating up.

She looked at the bench, then back up at Sirius. She quickly slammed her lips onto his. Her hands trailing around his neck as his hands cupped her cheeks - his rings cold against her warm skin.