Ship; Barty x Lily (Bartylily/deathflower)
Barty's not really good at all this shit.
You know, all that pish posh romance crap.
He's not really cut out for the nice stuff. He's loud and crude and rough around the edges. Never really grew up experiencing what real love is supposed to feel like, and now he's just confused about it all the time. He thought love was bullshit, actually. A total load of steaming shit.
She rolled her pretty, pretty, pretty green eyes at him and bossed Barty around and now he's head over fucking heals in love with her. Doing just about anything to get her attention, all he wants to do is look at her, and keep her close and safe, and get her to look at him.
She's even got him making a fool out of himself, trying his hand at romance. Regulus and Evan laughed at him this morning, when on their walk around the grounds, he began to pick flowers.
It was Valentines day after all, and walking up to the girl you're in love with and asking if she'd like a shag isn't really boyfriend material. But flowers are, right? Girls like flowers, right?
Bloody hell, what does he know? He only knows that his stupid heart is beating out of his stupid chest as he stands here, with his hand outstretched, with a bouquet of (mostly weeds, actually, but Barty doesn't know the difference) flowers, dead silent, staring intently at the girl who's snatched his heart.
"Are you going to say something, or just stand there like a statue?"
Barty swallowed so thickly he could hear it, "Uh- Uhm, yeah- or- I mean..."
"Barty?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Shit, fuck- shit. Here!" He said, shoving them at her chest, "Date... Date. Me... I mean... please?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?" She asked, putting her quill down to take the messy bouquet. Now that Barty thinks about it, he could have made it look a bit nicer.
He nodded his head quite aggressively, pinks embarrassingly pink. Behind Lily's shoulder, over on the other side of the library, Regulus and Evan were laughing so hard at him they had tears in their eyes.
Lily glared up at him, and Barty thought he might die, "Is this a joke?"
"No!" He rushed out, his voice cracking he was so embarassed, "I... fuckin' hell, I fancy you, Lily. Ain't it obvious?"
Lily's cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, matching one of the flowers in the bunch before her, "Oh... then yes, I'd love to go on a date with you. How about Friday? Do you think that's enough time to figure out to speak in sentences that consist of more than two words?"
Barty nodded his head, never having felt so excited in his entire life. In a flash, he lent down to kiss the top of her head before rushing back over to his friends. He thinks he might make her up a better bouquet of flowers before their date, maybe he'll break into the greenhouse.
"What the fuck?" Evan said, staring at him blankly.
"I can't believe that worked." Regulus said, clearly confused.
Barty could only grin, feeling like he was on top of the stupid fucking world.