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A Dangerous Misunderstanding [Barty Crouch Jr. X Amelia Pond] [Harry Potter X Doctor Who] [One-Shot]
🕑 Added 2023-10-05 21:55:06 +0000 UTCSynopsis:
When Amelia Pond somehow found herself in London, 1981, she noticed a familiar face. Curiously, she followed him. This time, what she found was more than what she bargained for.
[Barty Crouch Jr. from Harry Potter X Amelia Pond from Doctor Who]
Explanation Note: Tenth Doctor Who looked like Barty Crouch Jr.
A creation of Ms.Squirtle.
Aided by MrPlotThickens
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Click clack!
Amy played with Jacob's Ladders toy as she waited for the Doctor to come back to the center control room of the TARDIS. The lights were dim, and as usual, she really didn’t know where and when they were.
The Doctor had to take care of a circuit emergency in some other room, and she didn’t follow. Even if she was bored, she didn’t want to get lost in the TARDIS, where she could go missing for months or even years. She hadn’t been in the TARDIS for long, so it was a considerable risk.
She suspected that the Doctor was just making up some reason to evade her advances. She had seen the room with all those newspaper clippings, and knew the Doctor was centuries old with many different faces, but that didn’t deter her from trying.
“I wish I could find a guy like him, or someone more… daring,” she mumbled as she slammed the toy on the console.
Suddenly, the TARDIS started to hum and tremble.
“What?” Amy started to panic, realising she had accidentally pressed something she shouldn’t have.
“Wait! Wait, no!”
The TARDIS started to shake; it seemed like it was getting ready to go somewhere.
“Doctor! Doctor! Where are you?!” Amy yelled, anxiously waiting for the man to run over and pilot the big blue police box.
But nothing happened, no one came. Amy figured the doctor must have been somewhere deep inside, not realising the TARDIS was moving on its own.
Thump!
After a few minutes, the TARDIS finally landed and simmered down. Materialising somewhere that looked like the streets of England.
Amy, a little worried but also a little expectant, went to peek outside.
The streets were bustling with people as usual, coming and going, minding their own business. To Amy’s relief, no one noticed the TARDIS since the shielding was working.
Amy walked out, taking in the scenery. She noticed that she was in London, the problem was; When?
Taking a peek at a newspaper stand, she noticed the date—1981.
Not a bad year… uh? That’s… No, it can’t be!
Amy noticed a man in a two-piece pinstriped suit, tall, lanky, and well-groomed, walking past her, turning a corner, towards a deserted alleyway.
….
“You have to end him before the trial starts!” A man with a hooded robe stood in front of Barty Crouch Jr.
"Y'know, I can't be doin' that. Karkaroff is too well guarded!” Barty replied, his voice tinged with a touch of irritation.
He stood tall before the hooded man, clean and well-dressed, as he should be. He was still a member of the Crouch family and the only son of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Meeting face-to-face with a Death Eater was already a significant risk. That’s why he chose to do it in the muggle world.
“The trial is in 2 days!”
“You think I don’t know that?!” Bart snarled back, his voice seething with anger as he licked his upper lip like the snake he was. “Leave it, he isn’t stupid enough to …”
“Shhh! Did someone follow you?” The hooded man asked in whispers.
Barty was cautious enough not to look behind him, “No. Who is it?”
“Some redhead, looks like a muggle, maybe mudblood… She seems to know you; she’s hiding in the corner.”
“Quick! Stun me, and leave…I’ll figure out the rest.”
“But…”
“Do it!”
“Stupify!”
…
All Amy saw was a flash of blue light, but she couldn’t figure out what the hooded man used to attack since Barty’s figure was in the way. The well-dressed man was sent flying back towards her and struck a wall beside her.
“Doctor!” Amy quickly went to him, checking if he was okay. Fearing another attack, she looked back, but the man in the hooded black robe had left.
“Doctor! Wake up! Doctor! Are you okay?”
Stunned right in the abdomen, Barty looked like he was out cold. Amy panicked and checked for a pulse, but she couldn’t figure out if checking his wrist was enough for a Time Lord. Amy pressed her ear against his chest.
Oh no! Only one heartbeat!
Amy quickly lifted him by the arm, rested it on her shoulder, and pulled him up. Dragging him on her own was quite the task.
She quickly brought him out of the alleyway.
Seeing people start to look at her strangely for dragging what seemed to be a drunk man by her shoulder, she felt even more flustered.
Looking around, Amy noticed a quaint little inn at the side of the road, nestled between two similarly shaped buildings in a row.
…
Bam!
Amy slapped her hand at the receptionist counter, smiling awkwardly as she caught the attention of the old receptionist.
“Hey… I… I need a room for two! My… my frie… husband… is a little drunk. Not in any condition to drive home.”
The little old lady at the receptionist's desk looked at them with a bit of suspicion as it was still in the middle of the day.
“Four… 45 pounds, dear. Is... is he alright?" The little old lady placed a key chained to a number on the counter.
“Peacy!” Amy smiled awkwardly, accepted the key, and quickly carried Barty upstairs by her shoulder.
…
Thud!
Amy dropped Barty on the floor of the room, too exhausted to drag him to the bed.
Still a bit panicky, she patted Barty’s face a little harshly, “Doctor! Doctor! Wake up! It’s me, Amy… I mean… your companion… no wait... you don’t know me yet! What do I do…”
Barty, still pretending to be out of it, didn’t move a muscle. He found it hilarious that she was following him because she thought he was someone else. However, he was relieved that she wasn’t someone from the Order of Phoenix.
“Oh! CPR! CPR!” Amy found a bright idea.
What? No... wait... My heart is still beating! Are you stupid? Barty rolled his eyes under his eyelids.
Suddenly, Amy pressed her lips onto his, blowing out. Barty could taste her soft lips on his, soft enough to entice his evil thoughts.
Amy let go and started pumping his chest three times.
Fuck... that hurts!
Before Barty could voice out his pain, Amy kissed him once more. Suddenly, in the middle of the kiss of life, Barty opened his eyes, staring dead straight into Amy’s. She was startled, trying to pull back. But before she could, Barty held her head with one hand, pulling her into a deeper kiss.
He could see the spark of joy and relief in her eyes. They kissed passionately, tongues caressing one another, deeply invading each other’s mouths. Barty could sense she wasn’t rejecting it and knew that whoever she thought he was, she at least had a yearning for that person.
Still on the floor, Barty’s other hand trailed down her shoulder and came close to her breast. Amy’s eyes suddenly widened. She pushed back and sat on the floor a bit away from him, her legs slightly parted open.
“Doctor!” She yelped in shock and a bit flustered. It was all too sudden.
Barty smiled casually, staring at her charming figure, sitting on the floor with her skirt pulled up a little. He could see the pink, cotton panty she was wearing, covering her secretive spot. It looked pure and juvenile, good enough to ruin.
He licked his lips, wanting to taste those sweet lips once more.
“Yes?” He asked a bit vaguely and probing.
“Why did you do that? I thought you were… I thought…”
Barty sat up a bit, placing his elbows on the floor, “You don’t want to?”
“I…”
“I think I heard you say you’re my… companion?” he probed.
“Yes... no... wait, you can’t know that! That’s way in your future… I can’t… you can’t…,” Amy was confused on what to do.
Barty caught a hint that she was perhaps someone from the future. It wasn’t a big surprise for him since time travelling was something magic could help with. Barty stood up and went to sit on the bed. He smirked, “Well, you could either leave now and forget about it. Or you can live in the moment, and we can talk about how much you know me... umm?”
“I’m Amy, I’m Amelia... Pond.”
“Well, Miss Pond?” Barty asked, tapping his thigh in invitation.
Amy stood up, still a little hesitant, “Doctor, are you sure about this?”
Barty eyed her up and down. Her thick-heeled leather boots covered her shapely calves, but he knew her skin was soft as honey when he saw her creamy white thighs. Her short skirt clung to her firm ass and her curving hips. Her perky breasts practically jutted under her shirt, under her brown leather jacket. And her flaming red hair cascaded loosely behind her. She was beautiful, charming, and full of potential.
Barty licked the side of his lips, feeling the heat starting to rise within him.
“Why? Wasn’t I sure in the future? I’m quite sure now.” He smiled, trying to look as harmless as possible.
Amy nodded and slowly walked towards him. Barty saw how her hips moved sensually, her short skirt swaying, creating the allure of a cat in heat. He started to get even more excited as if a piece of meat was dangling freely in front of him.
As Amy got closer and ready to sit on his thigh, Barty scooched back and allowed her to sit in front of him between his legs, right on the edge of the bed facing the room door. His fingers trailed up her shoulders, and he slowly took off her jacket, tossing it to the side.
“Let’s get comfortable…” he added, taking in the scent of her body, sniffing her hair.
“So, tell me,” He started as he caressed her hair, pulling it over to her left shoulder while he rested his chin on her right side. “You know me? Are we close?” His words were soft and ticklish to her ear.
“Of course,” she mumbled while blushing.
“How close? This close?” Barty placed his other hand on her waist, slowly trailing towards her midsection.
“Or this close?” his other hand moved down her thigh and knee, parting her legs wider.
“I… I don’t know… I was...” Amy wiggled her waist a bit, still unsure.
Barty smirked, moistening his lips with his tongue, starting to get an idea of what and who she thought he was. Someone she wants…?
“Then future me must have been a fool,” he whispered into her ear, licking her earlobe.
Amy felt the tickle of his warm breath, blushing even more. Barty didn’t stop there. His hands moved, going under Amy’s small shirt and under her bra. His tongue licked and teased her neck, his saliva sliding down her collarbone. “You taste wonderful.”
“Mmmm,” Amy softly moaned as Barty’s hands cupped her breasts. His hands were a bit cold, giving her shivers.
Amy started to heat up, knowing what his intentions were. She couldn’t reject him, not now, after he truly started paying attention to her. She had long thought she had feelings for the raggedy man, but now, she just wanted him to touch her and hold her tight.
“Have we ever done this?” Barty asked, squeezing her breast tighter, letting her nipples jut out between his fingers and pulling on them a bit.
Amy shook her head, her eyes closed in pleasure. His touch was cold, but it made her feel alive, feeling every finger holding on to her, touching her warm skin, clutching her sensitive breast. Amy couldn’t hold in her soft moans.
“We should have…” Barty enticed her even more. One of his hands pulled down the zipper of her skirt and slipped inside. He caressed her through her cotton panty, feeling her every curve.
“Ummm…” Amy moaned a little louder as she felt his fingertip fondling her thin cotton panty, round and round, drawing circles on her soft flesh. He could feel her moistness seeping through, damp and warm.
He massaged her little nub and trailed up and down her lower lips, up and down her cotton panty. Amy wiggled even more, feeling the ticklish friction, bumping on his growing bulging erection. Barty licked his lips in anticipation, imagining all the ways he could eat her up.
He hooked her panty with a finger and moved it aside, allowing his finger to access her private satin flesh. He inserted the tip of his finger and felt Amy’s body shiver against him. Her naïve moans were music to his ears. He pushed in a little more, causing her to squirm as she held on to his arm for dear life.
“Ah!” Amy suddenly yelped as she felt his finger moving even deeper, followed by another one. His fingers rushed inside, caressing her wet inner walls as his thumb played with her kernel of pleasure. His fingers were coated with her essence, starting to make dirty sounds.
“Is this your first time?”
“Um-Hmm,” Amy answered and nodded, half moaning, not affirming nor denying.
“Shh… Enjoy it.” Barty coaxed into her ear, teasing her earlobe with a small bite as his fingers moved vigorously in and out. She was even more wet now.
“Umm ah… ah…” Amy could feel her fluids start to flow out, “I’ve never done this…”
“I think now is as perfect of a time as ever…” Barty let go of her breast, pulling her face towards his side, kissing her deeply with his tongue.
Slowly, Barty’s hand went away as she kissed him back and looked for his wand in his chest pocket.
Taking a small swing to his side, he cast a spell in a way so Amy couldn’t see and mumbled a spell into her mouth.
Suddenly, Amy’s clothes disappeared. The sudden chill of the air licked her skin, and she looked down in surprise. Before she could react to the missing clothes, she saw his hand had clutched one of her breasts once again, and the other was invading her pussy with his two fingers.
“Ahhh… Doctor… Ah….” Amy couldn’t think straight. All she felt was pleasure as her juices started to flow out between his fingers. She noticed that he was naked too now; his hot, bulging shaft was fully bare under her smooth, plump ass, feeling the squeeze between them.
“That’s better,” Barty was thrilled, his shaft starting to throb and twitch, ready for the main course. His fingers kept moving, squelching into her pussy. He could feel her inner walls sucking on his fingers, begging for more. The sounds were nasty, but they excited the devil in him.
Amy felt shivers of pleasure inside of her. Her hands caressed her own jutting mounds, sinking deeper into bliss.
Thinking Amy was ready enough, Barty placed his arm under her knees while her back still rested on his chest and slowly lifted her a bit. He positioned his throbbing knob right at the entrance of her pulsating core. He replaced his hard fingers with his even harder arousal.
“Ah! Doctor, no!” Amy tried to close her legs, feeling embarrassed as it was out in the open air, but Barty held her thighs apart with his arms.
“Oh yes,” he countered, as he felt his cock gradually penetrating her as he slowly lowered her body onto him. He eased himself inside her, inch by hot, splendid inch.
“Ahhh...” Amy could feel him in her, stretching apart her inner walls deeper and deeper.
Barty held one of her thighs, clutching her onto tender flesh with force, while his other hand started to play with her clitoris from under her leg. Rubbing and teasing, pinching it with his fingers. His hips moved up and down, slowly thrusting into her.
His slow movement caused her to feel everything, every inch, every bump, every groove. It was driving her crazy.
“Ah! Ah!” Amy couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. Her pussy was penetrated, and her clitoris was teased. She grabbed onto her own breasts, squeezing them out of pure ecstasy. She wanted more. She wanted it harder, wilder; she wanted him to fuck her faster, thrusting into her.
“How does it feel?” He asked, licking her smooth back.
“Ah… Feels… So… Good…” She struggled to speak, gasping at his touch.
“Then move,” Barty ordered.
Amy couldn’t move, still feeling the pleasure of his molten member inside her, moaning and clenching her tight depths. It was as if she had abandoned herself to pleasure that ever so slowly taunted her.
“Move!” He barked, clenching his arms, causing her to open her legs slightly wider.
Amy started to move her hips side to side, the only way she could in that position. She moved her lower body in a frenzied fervour, with subtle, circling movements.
“Grr…” Barty grunted. He could feel her soft, sticky insides clutching his rod even stronger, but he wanted more. He wanted it harder, deeper in her until she cried in rapture.
“You know, if we stayed like this, if someone opened that door, what would they see?” He hissed with a maniacal grin and spread her legs wider as if showcasing his cock resting inside her glistening slit.
Amy jolted as shock filled her, her pussy clenched tighter. Shame filled her mind as her tight, wet depths were clearly facing the door. Barty could feel her pussy sucking him hard now as he delved deeper into her with each thrust.
“Ahhh, no! Ah!” Amy couldn’t stop her voice, dripping with intoxication. Her shameful imagination took over her mind, titillating her with the thought of scandalous exposure. Her face blushed even more, but Barty got even more enthusiastic.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He pulled her legs open even wider. He wanted to break her mind and body; plucking this naive little flower.
So playfully, he picked his wand from the side again and flicked it two times. One for a Disillusionment Charm and the other to unlock and open the door, giving them a view of the lobby and the passerby an unrestricted view of their wild sex—a lie that only Barty knew.
“Noo! No! Stop! Oh God… Ohhh…” Amy panicked and tried to close her legs and stop riding him. But Barty’s hands kept her fixed in place as he began to move his hips up, fucking her on his own.
“Yes, you would…” his tongue danced on her back, leaving long trails of his saliva on her smooth, pale skin. He pressed her down onto him even harder, pulled her up a bit, and then plugged into her harder as she came down. Their flesh collided, fast and frantic; her breasts bounced and jolted.
Amy squirmed, clutching onto her breasts as they struggled to jiggle and jump. Her cries of pleasure came out with no end, as did her juices. Her receptive body bathed in sweat and tremors of pleasure.
Her inner walls suddenly clenched into a profound shudder. Her feet straightened, and her back arched as she felt the intolerable pleasure. With a long, silent cry, as if the wind was knocked out of her, she came with a blood-rushing climax.
“Ahhhh!” She loosened herself in orgasm. “N-no, no, no…!”
But just then, she noticed an old man walk past in the lobby, followed by a couple who only glanced at them once before smiling and moving. “Close the d… door!”
He ignored her, lost in pleasure. Barty could feel the warm liquid inside, flooding and drenching his cock. It dripped from the sides onto his pelvis, even dripping on the floor before them. But he didn’t stop.
He wanted more. He wanted to devour her, messing up her smooth skin and tainting every inch of her.
Barty let go of her legs and held on to her arms, pulling her down further onto him.
“Ah!” She yelped.
He rolled their bodies, positioning her below him. Her ass dangled over the edge of the bed, facing him, a perfect position for him. Now, with his straining erection still inside her, he started thrusting from behind with no holding back. He didn’t give her a chance to relax, going in hard and strong, enjoying the view of his impaling length sinking deep inside her shapely ass.
Pa!
He would sometimes slap her fine ass, leaving a red handprint and earning some cries from her.
“Close the door!” She still requested, a sense of shame clear in her words.
Pa!
But Barty smirked and only slapped her ass more. As he fucked stronger, the claps between their flesh echoed louder, surely enough for nearby rooms to hear their wild sex.
“Please… ahhh… ahhh! Do… whatever you want… after closing the… door.”
“Anything?” Bart hissed as he grabbed her hair from behind, lifting up her neck. Her body tightened stiffly, pushing against his rock-hard shaft.
He bent over and plastered his chest onto her creamy smooth back, going in deep.
“Say it again. What ‘anything’?” He growled into her ear, dominating her body. She bucked beneath him, wiggling frantically.
“Fuck! Harder… Fuck me harder…”
Barty smirked. He liked how she gave in to him—into the pleasure. He increased the tempo, harder and harder, not caring if he would hurt her. His every thrust went rough and deep. Her body shoved up onto the bed, bit by bit.
Her hands clenched on the bed sheets as he pounded into her. Then, that strong, lustful sensation began to claim her again, and she cried out in bliss on her second orgasm.
“Ahhhh….!”
“Guh...!” He could feel it, her body milking out of him vigorously. Looking for his release, he curled her hair in a knot around his palm and pulled her back to see her face—her helpless expression underneath him.
The cum he had made her drink slowly began to go down her throat too, which she still coughed due to its thickness. But Barty kept her nose firmly planted on his pelvis. She finally opened her jaw wider, and some of the thick strands of her saliva mixed with his juices leaked down, falling on her breasts and thighs.
He pulled her back, and she followed. Despite feeling her legs almost giving away, she let Barty pull her by the hair. But her face turned grim when she realised they were headed to the open door.
“Perfect!” Barty exclaimed once they reached almost the edge of the door. There, while remaining behind, he parted Amy’s legs wide, catching her elbows with his hands and arching her back.
Then, he eased into her wet fold from behind, hard and fully. The sensation of her warmth returning made his release almost reach the edge. Amy also moaned, feeling the returning sense of his cock filling her up.
“Please, not here!” She cried in panic. Her expressions of fear and panic combined with arousal made it hard to hate Barty. He only increased his pace and fucked her rougher. He pulled her elbows harder and closer to each behind her, making her breast protrude toward the door.
“Aaaaa oh, oh, oh… Not again…!” She moaned madly, instantly forgetting the open door. Her legs began to give away, and only Barty’s support held her up.
“You said anything… remember that.” Barty reminded her again.
Why? Amy wondered but was left incapable of thinking as her climax hit her again. She exploded in sensation, feeling Barty’s twitching cock as well.
“Mmmmh… I’m c—oh!” In her final moment of ecstasy, she gasped into completion. Her juices squeezed out of the squelching cock, impaling her mindlessly.
“Sit down and cup your hands together.” Barty suddenly removed his member and pushed her down to kneel, facing him.
With her pussy still dripping fluids and her mind too excited in the climax, she mindlessly followed his words and raised both hands before joining the palms together to form a bowl near her pink-tipped breasts.
Bam!
The door of the hotel room slammed shut suddenly.
“Anything, you said.” He reminded her again.
“Ummh!” She hummed in surprise.
He leaned forward and forced his throbbing cock into her mouth. He shoved himself a few times at a fast pace, fucking her mouth with no care. Then suddenly, he twitched harder, about to explode.
Barty pulled out and stroked his cock toward her palms, still held like a cup. Then, with ragged breaths and groaned smiles, he poured out wildly, explosively. His seeds spurted into her palms right away, forming a small puddle. But he then stroked harder, and the last few times, he pumped his hot cum on her face, splattering white all over.
In confusion, Amy looked at Barty’s ecstatic smile. Then she looked down at the puddle of cum in her palms.
“Drink it!” Barty ordered her while licking his lips. “You said ‘anything’, so drink it!”
“What?!” Amy exclaimed with a straining breath.
“So you were lying?” He bared his teeth at her, staring a bit wide-eyed.
Amy, still recovering from her arousal, didn’t want to ruin their moment. So, without a second thought, she raised her palms and tried to drink all his release. But the thick fluid was hard to take in, and she was only able to take one mouthful before coughing and smothering it all over her face.
The defiled look of her face painted white and her red hair falling victim to it was a sight Barty loved. He laughed and, without care, inched forward and shoved his semi-erect cock in her mouth. He leaned fully in, pushing her on himself by clenching her head.
“Ummm… Mmmm!” She gagged on his cock as his thick seeds still filled her mouth. She tried to push him back, but he didn’t allow it and watched her squirm and her face turn red. The entire time, he licked his lips as if deriving the peak of his pleasure.
Barty was done fucking her, and this was merely his dessert. He didn’t give her a moment to breathe and allowed his body to unwind. His cock began to limp in her mouth, automatically giving some space.
The cum he had made her drink slowly began to go down her throat too, which she still coughed due to its thickness. But Barty kept her nose firmly planted on his pelvis. She finally opened her jaw wider, and some of the thick strands of her saliva mixed with his juices leaked down, falling on her breast and thighs.
“Beautiful.” He mumbled and fucked her mouth until he felt her tongue wrapped him clean, and most of the fluids were in her belly.
“Haaaah… aaah…” With heavy breaths and a reddened face, Amy fell on her ass after Barty released her head. “T-That was…”
Wanting rest, she crawled to the bed and pulled herself on it. Her heart was still beating fast, her breath sparse. She looked at him with confusion as this wasn’t what she expected from the Doctor.
Barty didn’t bother even looking back at her. “I have to go.”
Amy’s eyes widened in confusion, “But, Doctor…”
Barty quickly Accio-ed his clothes and wore them. Amy stared at him in disbelief and wondered what he did to get his clothes.
Amy realised Barty was already pulling up his pants, “Wait, Doctor… But, we…”
“Yes, we did,” Barty interrupted and hurriedly tied his necktie on and shoved the tail into this vest. “It was fun! Too bad the Dark Lord lost, or I’d have kept you as my muggle bed warmer.”
Ignoring the confusion on Amy’s face, he whirled around to wear his jacket, “But I need to go now, need to deal with a ‘patient.’”
“Dark Lord? Huh? Patients? What? Who, what…? Doctor, wait!” Amy called out from the bed, but to her dismay, Barty had already walked out the door in large strides, leaving her naked and dirty on the bed.
Amy pouted and pulled up the stained sheets, deciding to deal with the Doctor later.
…
Around an hour later, Amy walked clumsily towards the TARDIS. Her legs felt sore, her waist still aching. She still felt weird in her mouth, and the taste, while repulsive, was welcomed as some form of love from a man she wanted.
As she touched the blue doors, they suddenly swung open. The eleventh Doctor popped his head out cheerfully, “Amy! Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Amy smiled teasingly and placed one palm on his chest and the other on his calm bulge, making him a little uncomfortable, “I never knew you were so wild.”
“What do you mean?” Doctor asked cluelessly, awkwardly pushing her hands away and feeling a little jumpy.
“You know.” She smiled teasingly.
“No, I don’t know, actually.”
“???”
[A/N: An art related to this chapter is in progress.]
