Longbottom

Barty paced the floor of the shrieking shack, growling he headed over to the window. From there he could see the castle. He wanted nothing more then head straight back to infirmary, so that he could be with his love. It had been two days, Neville was still unconscious. The only good news was that the baby was okay. Tears came to Barty's eyes he did not know what he would do if he lost Neville. Damm that bitch, she was going to pay for hurting Neville like this. Barty said to himself, his thoughts turning dark everytime he thought of the bushy haired girl. He hissed in pain all the sudden, clutching his arm. He looked back at the castle, he did not want to leave but his master was calling him. Voldemort's Lair Barty apparated to Riddle manor, he saw Wormtail who gave him a quick greeting. Barty nodded to the rat and followed. Upon entering the throne room, he looked at the Dark Lord in surprise. His master was back to his yoounger self, he was beautiful. Barty had once seen a picture of his master, when he was younger. His master looked exactly the same, except that he was older looking. The most stunning feature was his eyes, the ruby red orbs seemed to make him even more handsome. "Master...you...how?," Barty asked, looking up at the Dark Lord. Voldemort smirked, enjoying Crouch's reaction.yes it was good to be back into his old body once again. For the longest time he was just a vapor, possessing animales to survive. Then he had gotten just last year, thanks to Potter he managed to get his body back. But it had been damaged, snake like and none to his liking. Then Severus being the brillant potion master he was, manage to help him restore him back to his youthful glory. Voldemort smirked at the man before him, who seemed surprised at the change in his master."Ah Barty you've been a busy boy," Voldemort said silkly. How is that I have not heard from you in weeks Barty?." Are you to busy with Longbottom, to serve your master?." "N.n.no master," Barty stuttured, falling on his knees before Voldemort. I am faithful to you my Lord. True I have been busy with Neville, but my only goal has been to turn Neville. But I have not forgot about you master, you must forgive me." Barty pleaded looking into the red orbs, which were glaring down at him. Suddenly he heard laughter, he turned around and gasped. He glared looking into the evil smirking face of the mudblood. Who started clapping mockingly at him, Barty sneered lunging at the whore, but was held back by Death Eaters. Hermione went to Crouch who was still held back and slapped him hard across the face. She spat at him, then she kicked him in the groin. The death eaters let go of Barty. who was withering on the floor. Hermione leaned down, grinning cruelly at Barty. "Bravo Crouch, good performance," Hermione said smirking cruelly at the man, Barty glared up into the bitches face. We all know your loyalty is wavering. Barty watched Hermione who slowly walking around him, as she talked. Especially since you had the chance to catch Potter, but you didn't. You decided to save Potter and betray your master,"Hermione taunted him cruelly. Barty watched in disgust as the mudblood headed over to the Dark Lord. The mudblood a long black silk dress, it was strapless. The dress didn't leave much to the imagination, but did work well with her figure, showing off her swollen belly. Barty looked in disgust as he watched the mudblood kiss the Dark Lord Passionately. He thought his Lord had better taste, but obviously he didn't. Barty also knew that the Dark Lord had a weakness for mudbloods and could be easily influenced by them. Barty looked around desperately, he needed to get out of here and back to Neville. Hermione broke the kiss and smirked at Crouch, who was looking at her in disgust She began walking slowly to Crouch. "You will pay for turning Neville against me," She said harsly. And when I am through with you, you will be dead and Neville will be back with me and our baby." Hermione taunted at Crouch, rubbing her belly and smirking at him evilly. Barty stared at the mudblood, she was crazy. He looked back at the Dark Lord, who also looked at the mudblood, like she had lost her mind. Barty suspected that the bitch was obsessed with Neville, but this was just plain sick. "Your delusional," Barty said backing away from her. "Delusional am I," Hermione said harshly. I'll show you delusional, Cruico." She screamed, enjoying Crouch's screams of pain. Lifting the curse, she motioned two Death Eater to take Crouch down to the dungeons. She then turned to Voldemort who had sat down, watching the show. She walked seductively up to him, she then stradled his lap and began to kiss him passionately. he moaned, they oblivious to the other Death Eaters, who were busy enjoying the show. Hermione began to thrust her hips against Voldemort's harden length. She slowly pulled her mouth away, planting tiny kisses on his neck. "Will you do anything for me?," She whispered into his ear. "Yes," He moaned. "I just want one thing," she gasped,thrusting her harder against him. "What's that?," he gasped. "Neville, " she said, cutching onto the Dark Lord, feeling his body shake. She then smirked, planting more kisses on the Dark Lord's neck, and nibbling lightly on his ear. She smirked evilly, soon Neville will be her's.