In the Closet

I've missed this

Clunk, step, clunk, step, clunk, step, clunk...

He walked near the closet when he remembered that he had forgotten to take a sip from his hipflask. He turned back to normal. That was when he saw her.

"Alohomora!" he whispered.

He grabbed her and pulled her into the closet.

"Master Barty," Winky said, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm on duty for my Master." Barty said.

"Not the Dark Lord, again Master Barty?" Winky squealed.

"Yes him...and," he added, "I've come to see you Winky!"

"What does Master Barty want?"

"The usual..."
It was almost like the two of the spoke in some kind of code, but they understood each other perfectly.

"Off course, Master Barty!" The Elf's eyes twinkled. She loved him. He was her Master. It didn't matter that his father had given her clothes and she had come to work at Hogwarts with Dobby. It didn't matter, because in her heart her Masters were still the Crouches.

He dropped his pants and Winky did what she loved doing most, giving pleasure to her Master! He moaned. How he had longed for this! It was so long ago... really a long time ago when he last felt her. It was like he finally came home after a long journey!

Winky hadn't known it was him when he arrived her in the disguise his Master wanted him to wear. This was the first time he had made himself known to anyone. He knew he could count on Winky, not to tell a soul...

He wanted it to go faster, but he knew she couldn't. They had done this since he had been thirteen. His father had never known it. And since his father was as good as dead by now... he would never know it. He had to take things in his own hands if he really wanted it. He had always taken the matters into his own hands...

He lifted Winky up, lifted up her skirt and went ahead. Slowly remembering every detail before he started to move.

"Oh Master. This feels wonderful. I've missed it!"

"I've missed it too, Winky!" he said as he sped up the pace.

Finally he found his release. Winky had been the only one who had ever given him pleasure.

"I've got to go!" he said taking a sip from his hipflask. "They'll notice I'm gone."

He placed a magical eye in the empty socket and reattached the wooden leg of the character he was supposed to pretend to be! But he had to do what he had done. He had missed it too much in the time that he was in Azkaban or under the Imperius Curse his father had placed upon him when he left Azkaban, supposedly dead.

He clunked out of the closet, he was on his way making rounds, feeling more satisfied than he had done in ages!

Winky on the other hand, went back to the kitchen. She didn't need any Butterbeer today. Her Master had returned. Her Master was with her.