The Photograph
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Adult +
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8
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Caught in the act
Chapter 1 Recap:
“Such piercing emerald,” the young Malfoy murmured to himself. And then the photo-boy started to turn away to look back out the window-
-turning away from him like he didn’t exist to the brunette.
Just like he always does, Draco thought bitterly before he reached over and ripped the photo from the wall.
Staring at the picture in hand the Slytherin smirked. Apparently after having been up on the board for months he was the only one with enough guts to take the damn thing down. He’d take it and then rip it up, burn it and then maybe piss on it before throwing it away.
Stupid Potter, the Slytherin growled internally. Take that, he thought with a snort and a grin, nodding to himself in affirmation of his plan. Hmph. Such audacity, thinking you can go around and ignore me the way you always do! Now your oversized ego won’t be able to bask in all that attention anymore! The left side of Draco's mouth lifted just a bit with the merriment he felt at having finally found some, albeit small, way of defeating Potter, the sneer looking more like a coy seduction tactic when he had the unfortunate of turning around, only to hear-
“Say cheese!” before he was blinded by a flash. "Haha! Gotcha!" yelled the person behind the camera.
As Draco's vision whirled fuzzy to fuzzier, one thought was as clear as day to him.
Oh, bugger.
~ * ~
THE PHOTOGRAPH
Chapter 2: Caught in the act
Flash!
Bloody hell, Draco cursed his luck, squeezing his eyes together to dispel the tiny, colorful, out-of-focus little dots that were dancing around his eyelids. Stupid, bloody camera!
Forcing his eyes to open, Draco's vision slowly focused in on a blurry image of the photographer who seemed to be staring right back.
Who in the world had been walking around at this hour of the night,-
"Oh, w-wow, Draco Malfoy?"
-stalking him around the corridors-
"Who the hell are you?" he asked none too politely, eyes still trying to un-blur themselves.
-with a bloody CAMERA?!
"Oh, it's me, Colin Creevy."
"I-" Draco stopped short. Creevy? The blond blinked. That... actually explained a lot. But then why...?
"What the hell are you doing wandering the corridors like some stalker?" the irate Slytherin demanded as his vision finally adjusted to normal.
"Er, well, I was... looking for thumbjumpers," came the all too simple, and too quick, response.
Draco stared.
And then Creevy stared back.
"What the cuss is a thumbjumper?!" And why the hell do you need a bloody camera for it?!
"Well it's a little thumb-like amphibian that jumps about, but they only come out at night when children are dreaming and- Uh, well, it's just... Luna was telling me about them and said we ought to go hunt some to show people they existed and that we'd make a fortune if we actually caught a picture of one, never mind if we caught one alive, so I thought that-"
Draco put a hand up to silence the tirade before it got worse. Brow scrunched together, he pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperating, "Why, exactly, did that require you to nearly blind me!?"
"Uh, well, I wasn't... I mean, I wasn't sure who it was,... and since I'm a photographer-"
In your wet dreams, Creevy, Draco thought dryly.
"-I took such a fortuitous moment the first chance I got! And it was you! Draco Malfoy! With... Blimey, what photo do you have there anyway, mate?"
Mate?!
Draco stared cold stone mallets at the buggy-eyed Gryffindork's head, hoping the lad would either get smarter from the blunt force and run away, or pass out, only to wake up thinking it was all some horrible dream.
He personally felt like doing the first, and hoping the second was what was currently happening... that this was all some nightmare he'd soon wake up from.
The blond snatched the camera from Colin's grabby fingers, holding it up in the air with his superior height that the kid couldn't jump high enough to snag it back.
"H-Hey! That's mine! Give it back, Malfoy!" the Gryffindor complained.
"Call me 'mate' again, and I'll stick the flash bulb from your camera in your eye socket and you'll be taking pictures of your most embarrassing moments until the day you die. Now, scram, Creepy!" Draco growled, his patience worn thin.
Creevy 'eeped!' and scrambled out of the hallway as fast as he could, his life more important at the moment than that of his camera.
Draco glared at the receding form of Colin Creevy, before looking down at the camera in hand.
Hmm, what to do with this then? he wondered, flipping the muggle contraption around and mashing a few buttons before IT came up.
Well, cuss. Draco swore at the evidence of himself snatching Potter's picture from the wall. He wasn't about to let this get out and around the school. He also wasn't about to destroy property that could eventually be traced back to him in some form or other (even if Creevy didn't run off his mouth, that is). What to do though?
Maybe he could stash the camera somewhere in the vicinity and claim that, yes, he'd run into Creevy tonight but then the bugger had run off the next second. Maybe the stupid little Gryffindork had lost his camera along the way somewhere?
The blond sighed. Guess that'd have to work until he could get Creevy alone again and force him to delete it forever. That or Creevy would mysteriously and suddenly disappear. Along with his camera.
Once he'd finalized his master plan, the Slytherin chose the best (and first) place to stash the camera. He'd put things in this particular place before, things he didn't want seen or touched by anyone else. He'd found it by accident during first year. He'd been teasing some Hufflepuffs, chasing them down the corridors. He'd been laughing so hard as his friends went on down the corridor chasing after the other students, that he'd fallen against this very same wall and felt one of the stones shift. He'd messed with it a bit before he found that it came loose.
And the best part was that no one knew.
Shifting the stone back in place, Draco yawned, walking carelessly back to the dorms.
Never once noticing the figure that had been standing off in the shadows.
Well, well, well... It seemed a certain Blond God was in a bit of a bind. One which could certainly be twisted a little bit further for maximum gratification where blackmail, and other such pleasures, were concerned. The hidden being grinned to himself before walking forward toward the stone wall.
~ * ~
Chapter's end.
“Such piercing emerald,” the young Malfoy murmured to himself. And then the photo-boy started to turn away to look back out the window-
-turning away from him like he didn’t exist to the brunette.
Just like he always does, Draco thought bitterly before he reached over and ripped the photo from the wall.
Staring at the picture in hand the Slytherin smirked. Apparently after having been up on the board for months he was the only one with enough guts to take the damn thing down. He’d take it and then rip it up, burn it and then maybe piss on it before throwing it away.
Stupid Potter, the Slytherin growled internally. Take that, he thought with a snort and a grin, nodding to himself in affirmation of his plan. Hmph. Such audacity, thinking you can go around and ignore me the way you always do! Now your oversized ego won’t be able to bask in all that attention anymore! The left side of Draco's mouth lifted just a bit with the merriment he felt at having finally found some, albeit small, way of defeating Potter, the sneer looking more like a coy seduction tactic when he had the unfortunate of turning around, only to hear-
“Say cheese!” before he was blinded by a flash. "Haha! Gotcha!" yelled the person behind the camera.
As Draco's vision whirled fuzzy to fuzzier, one thought was as clear as day to him.
Oh, bugger.
~ * ~
THE PHOTOGRAPH
Chapter 2: Caught in the act
Flash!
Bloody hell, Draco cursed his luck, squeezing his eyes together to dispel the tiny, colorful, out-of-focus little dots that were dancing around his eyelids. Stupid, bloody camera!
Forcing his eyes to open, Draco's vision slowly focused in on a blurry image of the photographer who seemed to be staring right back.
Who in the world had been walking around at this hour of the night,-
"Oh, w-wow, Draco Malfoy?"
-stalking him around the corridors-
"Who the hell are you?" he asked none too politely, eyes still trying to un-blur themselves.
-with a bloody CAMERA?!
"Oh, it's me, Colin Creevy."
"I-" Draco stopped short. Creevy? The blond blinked. That... actually explained a lot. But then why...?
"What the hell are you doing wandering the corridors like some stalker?" the irate Slytherin demanded as his vision finally adjusted to normal.
"Er, well, I was... looking for thumbjumpers," came the all too simple, and too quick, response.
Draco stared.
And then Creevy stared back.
"What the cuss is a thumbjumper?!" And why the hell do you need a bloody camera for it?!
"Well it's a little thumb-like amphibian that jumps about, but they only come out at night when children are dreaming and- Uh, well, it's just... Luna was telling me about them and said we ought to go hunt some to show people they existed and that we'd make a fortune if we actually caught a picture of one, never mind if we caught one alive, so I thought that-"
Draco put a hand up to silence the tirade before it got worse. Brow scrunched together, he pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperating, "Why, exactly, did that require you to nearly blind me!?"
"Uh, well, I wasn't... I mean, I wasn't sure who it was,... and since I'm a photographer-"
In your wet dreams, Creevy, Draco thought dryly.
"-I took such a fortuitous moment the first chance I got! And it was you! Draco Malfoy! With... Blimey, what photo do you have there anyway, mate?"
Mate?!
Draco stared cold stone mallets at the buggy-eyed Gryffindork's head, hoping the lad would either get smarter from the blunt force and run away, or pass out, only to wake up thinking it was all some horrible dream.
He personally felt like doing the first, and hoping the second was what was currently happening... that this was all some nightmare he'd soon wake up from.
The blond snatched the camera from Colin's grabby fingers, holding it up in the air with his superior height that the kid couldn't jump high enough to snag it back.
"H-Hey! That's mine! Give it back, Malfoy!" the Gryffindor complained.
"Call me 'mate' again, and I'll stick the flash bulb from your camera in your eye socket and you'll be taking pictures of your most embarrassing moments until the day you die. Now, scram, Creepy!" Draco growled, his patience worn thin.
Creevy 'eeped!' and scrambled out of the hallway as fast as he could, his life more important at the moment than that of his camera.
Draco glared at the receding form of Colin Creevy, before looking down at the camera in hand.
Hmm, what to do with this then? he wondered, flipping the muggle contraption around and mashing a few buttons before IT came up.
Well, cuss. Draco swore at the evidence of himself snatching Potter's picture from the wall. He wasn't about to let this get out and around the school. He also wasn't about to destroy property that could eventually be traced back to him in some form or other (even if Creevy didn't run off his mouth, that is). What to do though?
Maybe he could stash the camera somewhere in the vicinity and claim that, yes, he'd run into Creevy tonight but then the bugger had run off the next second. Maybe the stupid little Gryffindork had lost his camera along the way somewhere?
The blond sighed. Guess that'd have to work until he could get Creevy alone again and force him to delete it forever. That or Creevy would mysteriously and suddenly disappear. Along with his camera.
Once he'd finalized his master plan, the Slytherin chose the best (and first) place to stash the camera. He'd put things in this particular place before, things he didn't want seen or touched by anyone else. He'd found it by accident during first year. He'd been teasing some Hufflepuffs, chasing them down the corridors. He'd been laughing so hard as his friends went on down the corridor chasing after the other students, that he'd fallen against this very same wall and felt one of the stones shift. He'd messed with it a bit before he found that it came loose.
And the best part was that no one knew.
Shifting the stone back in place, Draco yawned, walking carelessly back to the dorms.
Never once noticing the figure that had been standing off in the shadows.
Well, well, well... It seemed a certain Blond God was in a bit of a bind. One which could certainly be twisted a little bit further for maximum gratification where blackmail, and other such pleasures, were concerned. The hidden being grinned to himself before walking forward toward the stone wall.
Chapter's end.