Colin Creevey's Darkroom

"Hey, what's up Hermione."
Hermione stopped in her tracks. Her charms class had just ended and she was struggling to exit through the clogged doorway choked by students eager to escape Professor Flitwick's unwanted creepy sexual advances after class. She looked around for the voice through the flow of students.
"Get Out Of The Way!" Susan shoved her way through.
That wasn't it. The crowd thinned and the only one left was Colin Creevey. Hermione's heart sunk. He's not even in this class. He's not even in her year, He's so short.
"Uh, hey Colin."
Colin smiled. "What's up!"
Hermione waited for the rest of that sentence but it didn't come.
"Just....going to my next class...why?"
"haha, cool." Colin laughed, still grinning."No reason! You're gonna do great, you're the smartest person I've ever known."
"You don't know me..." Hermione thought, but she kept it to herself, that would be rude.
"Yes, I will." She said and started walking. Colin followed her.
"I mean, you're so good at runes; I can't read runes at all! And you're so good at Dark Arts; I can't even use my wand properly half the time! And you're so good at Demonology; I can only summon Pretas, and not on purpose. You're a genius."
"Well, that's nice of you, thank you Colin."
"You know, people say you're so fat, but I don't think you're fat at all! And people say you're teeth are so ugly but I think they're awesome! And cute. And people say your hair is like, gigantic, but I think it looks very eighties like Slash. I love it, please don't change it."
"Well, I can't, so..."
"Good! Hey, do you think you're gonna be at the library later? You go after this class right?"
Hermione had no idea how he knew that. They had reached the door to Professor Sprout’s Magical Molds and Spores class. They paused at the door, and she looked Colin up and down to see if there was anything attractive about him at all.
No...he was short, kind of a weasel, his voice was shrill and somehow magically hard to listen to. A kid. She had to say something so she drew together all her inner strength not to sound like she wanted him to go away forever.
"UH Maybe! bye!"
She left the hallway. Colin grinned. He didn't know what to do with his hands so he put them in his robe pockets. But he only had one outer pocket in this robe so his left hand awkwardly hit air, and dangled free. He looked around to see if anyone saw that. Ron and George Weasley did, at the end of the hall. They looked at each other and silently laughed in a confused "did that just happen??" way.
Colin started walking in the opposite direction, and tried to appear casual. Halfway down the hallway he remembered the library was the other way, turned around, and CASUALLY walked back towards the Weasleys, who at this point where silently, blankly staring at him as he slowly approached, and passed, and continued on, and turned a corner. They laughed so hard.

Colin waited at the library for an hour and a half, pretending to read the same page of Gilderoy Lockhart’s book, I Hunt Non-Monogamists For Fun And Sport. It was page one, and in that time, the nineteen students, three ghosts, and two house elves that entered the library noted to themselves upon exiting the library that Colin Creevey was either an idiot, or he couldn't read. He grew more and more angry starting at that page. First at those ugly ginger Weasleys, and then at every person who passed and glanced at what he was reading, and then finally at Hermione who never showed up.

He put the book back and left the library in a quick, angry cadence. He traced all the halls Hermione might be passing through at this time. Passing by the entrance to the great hall, he spotted her inside talking to Luna Lovegood. He clenched his fists. Luna Lovegood was so stupid! And weird! Why was she talking to her when she could talk to me!? He saw her turn her gaze towards him and their eyes met. She ducked under Ron Weasley who was sitting next to her. They laughed. Colin stormed out, and flew back to his dormitory where he stood in the center of the room with the door closed, a whirlwind of hate around him. His brow furrowed and his nails stinging his palms. Ghosts floated into the room, forming swirling shapes around him, caught in the psychic vortex. His mouth started to whisper words to a spell he didn't know he knew.

Hermione climbed the stairs to the male dormitory in Gryffindor tower, taking one step at a time. She was unconscious, asleep. It was midnight. The only light came from the low orange glow of candles spaced evenly along both walls. She was dressed only in the crumpled blouse with shorts and socks she had fallen asleep in after studying. Reaching the top of the stairs, and turned a corner. A crack of red light beamed into the hallway from the one open door. She walked towards it. The door silently opened wider as she approached. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Colin?" She squinted into the blaze, half asleep.
He grabbed her by the blouse and pulled her into the red lit room. His red lamp allowed the room to double as his darkroom. It was his darkroom now. He pulled her close to him, and looked closely at her face, taking in every detail, faint freckles he never noticed before, her pores, her hairline, the faint sheen on her skin that comes from not showering, breathing in her breath. He hovered his open mouth a millimeter from her cheek. He scanned her whole face with his mouth. He closed the door, and started unbuttoning her blouse. She was still wearing a bra. He cupped her breast and kissed her lips deeply.

Hermione stirred awake, her arms were tied behind her. She was still wearing socks. Her blouse was completely open. Around her throat was a collar with a leash. She tried to shake free and couldn’t. She was till groggy. She tried to yell something but no sound escaped. The room was all red. In the corner were two other bodies, tied up. Other boys Colin’s age. They weren’t moving. Their throats were slit. In the red light, the blood that ran down the entire front of their bodies was pitch black. She didn't know what it was at first, then she screamed louder. Again, in silence. She was mute.
"My roommates."
The sound of a camera shutter and whirring of film. If she wasn't muggle-born she might not have recognized it. Colin was taking photos of her, and breathing heavily by the sound of it. Hermione started breathing heavily, herself. She noticed she could only take in air through her nose now. She started to panic and craned her neck scanning her surroundings. Colin held the leash. He roughly reached behind her neck and pulled her head foreword. He snapped a close-up of her red face as she tipped down to the floor, off balance. He grabbed her and violently turned her over on her back, flaring out her blouse. He got down on top of her, straddling her. She had no arms and could only look him in the eyes, glaring. Colin smiled. He slipped his hand in between her breasts under her bra, back and forth, rubbing her bare chest.
"This is my favorite spot..." He said.

Hermione shuddered despite herself. Colin dipped his head down and nestled his nose to her chest. He breathed in deeply, tugging the bra more as he moved up. Hermione cranked her head down as fast and as hard as she could, head butting him back. His head kicked back at an awkward angle.
"Ow!" He laughed, and rubbed his neck. He got up and retrieved his wand from his bedside table.
"Stupefy."
In a flash Hermione’s head hit the floor.
Then a bang.
"Expelliarmis!"
"Stupefy!"
"Immobulus!"
Colin’s wand shot out of his hand and scratched a hole in the loose wallpaper. He didn't even have time to look up before his head also hit the wall.
"I had him with immobulus, Ron, thank you." Harry stepped into the room. He had to adjust his eyes.
Ron came in behind him, carrying a bottle of pumpkin vodka. "You’re slow."
"I am not slow, I am the fastest spell caster." They were both drunk.
"This isn't...this is Colin Creevey."
"And maybe the reason-" Harry looked down at Colin. "-you did stupefy a second before me is because I was taking that half second to think of a five times better spell for this situation than stupefy...Oh." Harry crouched down to look at Colin. He was unconscious. Harry got closer and closer until he was resting his head on Colin’s face. Ron kicked harry in the ribs.
"Stop it." Harry moaned. "The map said it was a daaaaaemonic spirit."
"It wasn't. It was Colin and you're drunk." said Ron, tripping over Hermione’s limp arm to get to the light.
"I'm not drunk....Ugh, I suck!" Harry pulled at his hair.
Ron tapped a red candelabrum with his wand, turning it gold. Lights around the room lit themselves up, illuminating the scene.
Harry moaned, "OH GOD...They're dead...they're all Dead!"
Ron’s eyes moved to the unconscious Hermione. His heart started to beat.
He took a gulp of Vodka. "Uh..blimey..wow. Hey, Harry you're the fastest, you should go tell Dumbledore."
"Yeah...yeah..." Harry struggled to stand again, regained his balance, and flung himself out the door, slamming the doorpost with his shoulder on the way out. Ron stepped gingerly foreword, his heart beating faster. He heard Harry's stifled groan of pain further down the hall, and slowly closed the door.

Ron slooowly crept towards the unconscious Hermione. Her arms were still tied, her hair was a mess, and her shirt was wide open. Standing over her, he sloooooowly undid his jeans. He was now rock hard, his red cock twitching to his heartbeat. He started to jerk off. He fell on top of her on all fours, feeling her hips. He crawled up to face her and pulled her body up against his, her back arched, and her neck and head fell back, limp, her mouth hung slightly open. He jerked himself off faster with his other hand, and pulled her leg up around him. It bends up so far!
"Wicked...hell yeah...you slut.." He muttered. He pushed his cock up into her panties to free his other hand for leverage.
"You're such a fuckin’ bitch, I hate you.." His vision was blurring. He bent his head and licked her pale stomach. He bit the fabric of her bra with his teeth...didn't really know how to get that off..and moved up to her neck. He panted into her. Her head twisted with his. Then he dropped her.
"Oh...oops.."
Out of breath, he pulled his swollen cock out and pushed it against her face, and, stroking is slowly, shot two loads of cum on her mouth and chin. He slumped back, catching his breath.
"...I can't believe I just did that. So degrading..."
He rubbed his red face and combed back his hair with his fingers. His eyes fell on Colin's camera. He leaned over, took it from around his neck, and snapped one final picture.