Harry Potter was tossing in his sleep, he constantly had nightmares now a days what with the pressure put on him from being the 4th champion and the appearance of the Death Eaters. He shot up in his bed and sighed as he wiped the sweat off his brow with his pajama sleeve. Being restless and not wanting to risk getting caught in the hallways, Harry pulled out the Marauder's Map and whispered, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."

Lately he had taken up watching figures pace the halls of Hogwarts when he couldn't sleep. One particularly tiring set was watching Dumbledore's endless pacing in his office. Another was watching Snape or Filch roam the halls looking for students out of bed. Unfortunately, tonight nobody was really doing anything except for sleeping in their beds, that is until he spotted an unfamiliar tag walking amongst the dungeons. It was labeled, Barty Crouch Jr .

Harry blinked, rubbed his eyes and looked at the map again. Yup, it still said Barty Crouch Jr. in the usual curled font. Maybe…the map was wrong? It couldn't be. Remus said it was impossible, and he did help create it. This warranted some investigation and seeing as he wasn't going to sleep any time soon, Harry pulled on his slippers and fished his invisibility cloak out from his trunk.

Silently, Harry slipped out the portrait hole and followed the map to the door in front of where the mysterious figure should be. He took off his cloak and laid it on the floor.His hands trembled as he reached for the door handle, then he mustered up his courage and slowly opened the door. As soon as he stepped inside the room the tall slender figure facing the fireplace abruptly turned towards him and Harry took in the handsome features of the man.

"What are you doing here?" The man Harry assumed to be Barty said as slow as pouring treacle.

"I…I couldn't sleep…" Harry said gingerly.

"Harry Potter…do you know who I am?" The man said taking a step towards Harry.

"Barty Crouch Jr. I suppose…" Harry said unable to move, his gaze locked with the approaching man's.

"Yes…don't you know how much danger you're in right now…in the presence of a criminal?" Barty hissed less than a foot in front of Harry.

Harry swallowed and his breathing became nervous and shallow, "I can imagine."

"I don't think you can." Barty said grinning with a slightly wicked glint in his eyes.

The soft rumble of Barty's voice made Harry shiver and remember that he was only wearing his thin stripped pajamas and a ragged pair of bedroom slippers. He felt a hot blush cross his cheeks, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Barty's.

"So Mr. Potter, what are you going to do to me? Are you going to go tattle to your precious Headmaster? Or are you going to just run away? What are you going to do?" Barty said inches away from Harry's face.

"I…I…" Harry said hopelessly.

Barty was a hair away from Harry's lips and could easily hear Harry's pounding heart. He half closed his eyes and noticed Harry's begin to flutter shut when he whispered, "Go to bed Mr. Potter."

Harry's eyes shot open and looked up into Barty's who just raised an eyebrow and nodded towards the doorway. Harry's tongue flicked over his lips and back up as slowly as he had come in, picking up his cloak and shutting the door. He only broke eye contact when the solid oak was between them. Immediately he covered himself and rushed back to his dorm. When he got there, his heart was still pounding and he looked into his mirror and saw his cheeks were flushed. He climbed into his bed and looked back at the Marauder's Map to watch the little figure of Barty wander about in the room Harry had just left. He could feel his cheeks heat up more as he thought of the man so close to his face. He shook his head in hope of knocking the strange thoughts out, but it was of no use. He whispered, "Mischief managed" and tapped the map with his wand and tucked it into his bedside table before blowing out the candle and snuggling back into his covers.

The rest of that night, Harry only had dreams of the mysterious man who simultaneously threatened his life and excited him like no-other person had. Harry knew he must see him again.


So? What do you think?

I know the pairing is a bit bizarre, but I recently have fallen in love with David Tennant so Barty love is abundant in my heart.

I think the story my get a little darker, some kinky sex may happen and stuff like that.

I hope you liked it.