Colin Creevey's Darkroom

"Yeah, you can keep these." Harry made a disgusted face and held a small stack of photographs out to Hermione across the breakfast table and dropped them. It was one week later. Next to him, Ron Weasley was attempting to pack new film into the camera, exposing it in the process. Hermione snatched up the photos in a whirlwind, but next to her, Luna Lovegood got a few first, turning them upside down and sideways.
"Oooh, you look like a fish."
Hermione snatched at them and Luna turned the other direction.
"Haha I like this one the best." She held it out for her to see. Hermione grabbed it and gasped. It was a close shot of her with cum running down her chin, and strands of hair plastered against her cheek. Ron suddenly fumbled with the open door of the camera and it dropped onto his eggs. "Okay, forget it! Luna you want this?" He held out the plate for her.
"Yes, please."
"Now go back to your table." Ron grabbed back the single piece of bacon on the dish.
"I don't wish to." Said Luna, calmly.
"Jesus Christ." said Ron.
Harry and Hermione both shuffled through their photos. Hermione, looking alternatively angry and red in the face with each one.
Harry turned a photo, it was of Pansy Parkinson, amazingly, taken from outside a very high, very thin, and one would think very inaccessible, dorm room window on the east tower.
"The rest of them are pictures of other girls in the hallways and stuff. Lavender, Alicia, Hannah Abbott...what's her first class? I'm gonna give these out."
"Is there one of me?" asked Luna. she was licking yolk off the lens of the camera.
"No?"
"Is there one of Susan?" Asked ron.
"No."


Not days after the incident Hermione began to notice something strange. Colin hadn't been seen since. Supposedly, in a dungeon cell in solitary suspension. Doing Advanced Astrology charts outside in the courtyard, she suddenly took notice of how quiet people were when they passed her on the path. The very next period, in the hallway, she heard whispers and giggles. She skipped lunch and instead made a beeline for the first room with no people in it, somehow hyper-aware of every gaze, side glance, smile, and whisper along the way. Entering the owlery she threw her back against the grimy wall, suddenly filled with white hot rage. Even the owls turned to stare at her for a few seconds, but then went back to preening. Digging her fingers into the wood, her mad energy shifted suddenly, as it does, to problem solving.

"Snap!" The camera's shutter clicked and the ticker went down to "9". Luna Lovegood was lying upside down on her bed, eating a carrot. Well, her head was upside down, hanging off the side. She sucked on the carrot for a few seconds and took her hand away to hold the camera with both hands, pointing it back towards her. The shutter clicked and she bit the carrot. It fell onto the floor, bumping her nose, and she coughed and giggled as chewed carrot entered her nasal passages. She unbuttoned her shirt, attempting to undo her bra as well but couldn't take it all the way off with the shirt half on, and couldnt get the shirt off without disturbing the bowl of salad, and open potions book and half written paper that also lay on the bed.
"Whatever." She left the bra half on, and reached over for the salad, pouring the whole thing over onto her chest.
She shivered delightfully at the cold dressing as it ran down her neck, and wet lettuce tumbled past her face. Tomatoes stuck to her chest and hair. She smiled maniacally and snapped another photo.

Placing the camera on the floor, she reached, with effort, to undo her skirt. She wiggled her hips and tugged her panties half down/up her thighs. Fingering herself with one hand, she snapped another photo. Her door started banging.
"Lunaaaa!" It was Hermione. Luna nearly fell off the bed trying to upright herself, then she did fall off her bed, bringing the books, papers, and bowl with her.
"Okaaaay!" She moaned, and pulled up her panties, disappointed she wouldn't get to finish. She opened the door.
"Luna, for Pete's sake! What do you do in here!" Hermione quickly darted in and closed the door in time for another girl to pass by.
"What? Oh.." Luna forgot her chest was covered in oily dressing, and started wiping it off, only succeeding in spreading it around. Hermione threw a big shirt over top of her and shook it like a dog, lettuce fell out the bottom and Luna laughed.
"I hate this shirt!" Hermione said. Luna laughed some more.
"No! I like it!" Luna pulled the shirt off and bundled it up. Her hair was an oily disaster, but there was no food stuck to her. Hermione started buttoning her shirt as well, but gave up when she noticed her bra was loose.
"At least you lock your door, gods!"
"Yeah, you told me to do that."
Spotting the camera, Hermione remembered why she had come.
"Luna, Where Are My Pictures!?" She shook her by the arms.
Luna kept laughing "I don't knooow!" Then she seemed to remember. "Oh! I lost them, sorry."
Hermione moaned and feel on her knees, holding her face in her hands. She stayed that way for near a minute. Luna put shorts on. She picked up the half eaten carrot and looked back to hermione. She felt bad. She kneeled down next to her.
"You want my carrot?"
"No thank you." Said a muffled Hermione, still unmoving. Luna didn't move either.
Regaining her energy, Hermione sprang up and started pacing the room. Luna took another bite of carrot.
"What in the..." Hermione noticed rows of self shot photos of Luna clipped to strings running along one wall, all slightly to overtly pornographic. "Where did you get the film??" Hermione asked, dumbstruck.
"What's film?" She asked.

Professor Snape sat in the inky darkness of his office grading papers, only a square beam of yellow light from the corridor fell onto his desk, where his hands moved another paper into the "completed" pile. When he discovered that he could work with the lights off, and without students and other faculty disturbing him by means of this conveniently placed window in his office door, how could he not.
He pulled up the next paper, Luna Lovegood.
"I try to pass this girl, I really do." He thought to himself. There were oil stains and smudged fingerprints on it. "I deserve an award for all the charity work I've put in grading her papers just this term."
He smiled slightly. "That was funny", he thought.
Reading over it, he flipped to the next page. A Photograph was attached with a paper clip. Snape whipped it off and pushed his chair back, lighting his wand to get a better look.
It was a photo of Miss Lovegood.
Naked!
Apparently masturbating! With both hands...
on her belly, in bed, with her butt in the air...
looking right at the camera with her mouth open...
and her tongue out...
With "O!", for outstanding, written on her forehead in lipstick.

Five minutes later Snape pulled up his chair, cleared his throat, and scribbled a hardly legible "ten points from Gryffindor" onto Luna's paper.