An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love

An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love

Hermione handed the parchment to Barty. He frowned as he read through its contents. He then nodded and handed the letter back to Hermione. He said “I put my name forth a few months back. I had to. I’m in my mid thirties, Hermione.”

He sneered “If I hadn’t come forth of my own accord, then that pompous prick, Fudge, he would have tried to force marriage upon me, or strip me of my magic and snap my wand.”

He added coldly “I refuse to allow this to happen, not after being born a pureblood wizard, and have been so for thirty odd years. It is my birth right, I won’t give it up.”

He added in a less cold tone “I need a wife Hermione. The Crouch blood line needs to continue. And I’m the only Crouch left who is able to produce an heir.” He sighed as he continued “My father is dead, murdered by my twin brother out of hatred and spite. My twin brother is rotting away soulless in Azkaban. So naturally that only leaves me.”

He suddenly grimaced, and said “Severus Snape?” he shook his head in disbelief. He had remembered reading his name as one of the eligible suitors.

He shuddered and exclaimed in disgust. “Even at Hogwarts he was a greasy bastard, and looked like he’d been in a round of fisty cuffs one time too many for his noses likening. I hated everything about him, right down to his hideously hooked nose, pale skin, and greasy hair.”

He snorted “We never did get along. The fact for the whole seven years of my time at Hogwarts I was a head of him in DADA, Airthmancy, Potions and Charms.” He added shaking his head “Even through he had the knowledge of all that dark arts material, and he became a potions master; I still beat the greasy prick hands down.”

Hermione added “I suspect the fact you were a Gryffindor, also one of the best friends of James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Lily Evans, and of course one fifth of the original Marauders, did not help, did it?”

Barty shook his head and told her “I have one thing in common with him and one thing only. And even that is one thing far too many for my taste. I am a potions master. That is where the similarities begin and end.”

Hermione asked “Well, how come your hair is not all greasy and limp like his is?” Barty smirked and replied “His hair is long and he never bothers to tie it back, when he should. I’m honestly surprised Snape hasn’t blown himself up yet. With his hair the way it is, you’d think strands of it would end up in his cauldron, worse the pity.”

He added with a devious smirk “And I suspect he’d scream and writher and die if his hair came into contact with any shampoo of any description. Merlin, I could never tolerate my hair becoming that rank.”

He went on, gesturing to his own hair “I am a potions master, hence the short hair. A profession with a cauldron and long hair is not a pretty combination, as Snape has proven.” He concluded “Bloody idiot needs to tie his hair back. I don’t honestly know how he has avoided screwing up whatever potion he makes, due to his hair being all over the place.”

They both turned when they heard several amused sniggers from behind them. Ron commented “I like him, I like how he thinks. You’re mad if you don’t marry him, trust me.”

Harry added with a smile “And he is not so hard on the eyes is he Hermione, admit it? And he is a potions master, you love potions, you want to be a potions mistress. A match made in heaven by Merlin.” He added “Plus he is a Marauder, has a cool kick ass animagus form, like come on he is a stallion.”

Ginny added with a smirk “Why Harry, should I be worried? If I didn’t know any better, then I’d say you’re just itching to marry him yourself.” She smirked wider “And you like him because he knew your parents, and can give you a whole different perspective on them, compared to what Sirius and Remus have already given you.”

Barty laughed, as he watched Harry glare at her playfully. He was reminded of James and Lily. Harry was a male version of his mother, whilst Ginny was a female version of James. She had James personality and eye colour, whilst Harry had Lily’s.

Barty turned to Hermione and asked “Pass me back that parchment please.” Hermione nodded and handed it to him. He scanned the list that held his name, as well as Sirius’s, much to his amusement. He scanned down to the third name before his own.

“Ah, Rupert Greenwell ex-Hufflepuff, and now a member of the examination board, for the owls and newts. The bloody ass thinks he’s god. Bloody hell, how they possible think you could ever be compatible with that little snot, is way beyond me.”

He smirked “From what I’ve heard of your intelligence and personality from Sirius, you’d eat the tosser alive.” He sniggered “I guess he’s okay if you’re the type of witch who likes her wizard to bore her to distraction, and possible illness, from his overly forced pompous charm.”

He concluded “And the fact he looks like a Malfoy does him no favours what so ever. Damn, poor kids, your intelligence would surely be overshadowed by his pompous nature. ”

Ginny and Hermione were suddenly overcome with hysterical giggles. Ginny gasped out between giggles “Oh god, Hermione you have so got to marry this guy, trust me. He is perfect for you, he even thinks like you do.”

Barty frowned “What do you mean, and what did I say?” Sirius and Remus chose to enter the living room right then. Remus asked “What is so funny?”

Barty shrugged “I mentioned what I thought of Rupert Greenwell. Then these two start giggling like they were hit with several tickling charms.”

Harry told Sirius and Remus “He commented on what he truly thought of Rupert Greenwell. What he said struck the girls as funny I guess. And of course they are girls, so giggling is a part of their DNA.”

Sirius asked “Exactly what did you say?” Barty replied “Only that Greenwell was ok if you were the type of witch who liked your wizard to bore you to distraction, and possible illness with his overly forced pompous charm.”

He concluded shrugging “And that he looks like a Malfoy did him no favours. And of course any kids they had would have her intelligence overshadowed by his pompous nature.”

Sirius and Remus chuckled, and Sirius explained “A few days ago when Hermione first received the letter from the ministry, and saw Greenwell’s name. She accused him of his overly pompous charm. That he acted all high and mighty as if he thought he was god.”

Remus added “And that she feared he would choke on said forced pompous charm, or she’d be ill, and that he could have been a Malfoy, but without the psychotic killer nature.”

Barty laughed as Hermione wiped way her tears of mirth “It is true. I never would have said so other wise. He is irritating and more then I could tolerate. If I had his children, I think they would be taught the ways of a pompous prick at birth.”

Ron commented “You two are seriously a like. She wants to be a potions mistress, you are a potions master. She is first in the school in all of her subject, apart from DADA.”

Barty asked “Oh really, and who is beating her to the top spot then?” Harry sighed “That would be me last time I checked. I had no idea until Hermione pointed it out when we got our test results for our owls. And the results from our sixth year exams.”

Barty smiled and said “That’s a sure inheritance from your father that is. He even beat me in both the owls and newts, I came second to him, and Snape was fourth and Remus third.”

Harry asked “What about my mum and Sirius?” Barty replied “Sirius was fifth and your mother was sixth. We were the top six in the whole school. And we were all Gryffindor’s, apart from Snape.”

Molly called out “Breakfast is ready, come along you lot, before the twins eat all of it.” Ron yelped “They better not, I’m starving.” Ginny snorted “Oh please, give me a break. Whenever aren’t you starving? You’ve got a stomach like a bottomless pit.”

They all burst out laughing, while Ron blushed, and grumbled under his breath.