Imperio!

Since his first year at Hogwarts, Colin Creevy had been enamored of Hermione Granger, fellow Muggleborn Gryffindor. He had taken many pictures of her over the years, under the guise of being Harry Potter's biggest fan,and kept them in a large photo album with every news article she was ever mentioned in. In reality, he hadn't liked Harry all that much, and he had hated Ron Weasley; they were far too close to her.

In his third year, the blasphemous articles that had placed her with Harry had kept him up at night. She had denied it, and he had never seen the two doing anything that would lead him to believe they were more than friends, so he chose to believe her. When she had gone to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, she had disappointed him greatly. He chose to forgive her, though; after all, he wouldn't have been surprised if half of the male population at Hogwarts would have been willing to go with the international Quidditch star.

He was sure that he was the only one before then who had seen her for the beautiful girl she was. As the years had passed, she had turned into a beautiful young woman and she began to consume his thoughts even more than she had in the past. It was all he could do to not reach out and touch her when she passed by, the scent of coconut wafting in her wake.

Then she had left school with ten N.E.W.T.'s, and helped Harry to eradicate You Know Who, the bane of his existence in the Wizarding world. He and his brother, Dennis, had left to Austria, where his mother had been born, for the entirety of the war, just in time to miss the Muggleborn Registration Act.

Now, though, Colin was a freelance photographer at the Daily Prophet. It was under new management, and was now more of an actual newspaper rather than a rag mag. While there was still a gossip section, it no longer overtook the entire paper. The new management, much to Colin's delight, had turned out to be none other than Hermione Granger.

He had been working with her for three long years; three years without her giving him a second glance, or talking about anything other than work. And then, two weeks ago, she had come in with a gigantic diamond on her finger, positively glowing. Her long time boyfriend, Oliver Wood, had finally proposed and the wedding was set in eight months time.

Since her announcement, Colin's mind had been working in overdrive. He had to have her, he knew that much. He also knew that she would never give in to him. He had devised a plan and put everything needed into motion.

Shortly after one on a Friday afternoon, he went in to see her and drop off some pictures he had due. He knocked gently on her door and she looked up, smiling when she saw him, the smile melting his mind and body. He gave a small shake to bring himself back to reality and stepped up to her desk, placing the file folder that was in his hand down on it.

Hermione stood up and walked over so she was standing next to him, opening the folder and leaning over the desk to see the photos, asking questions and commenting on each one while her faint coconut scent inundated his senses. Unintentionally, she was almost leaning into him and all of her attention on the moving pictures in front of her.

Colin pulled out his wand and aimed it at her back. "Imperio!" he said aloud. Her back stiffened and her feyes stared blankly in front of her while she awaited instructions. Glancing back to be sure the door was closed and the blinds drawn, he sifted his fingers through her hair. It was far softer than he had ever imagined and he leaned in to place a light kiss on her temple.

"You will finish your workday like usual, but when you leave, you will not Apparate home. Instead, you will go to 127 Drysdale Street, in Edinburgh. I will meet you there. Do you understand?" When she nodded her head, he smiled down to her pretty face. "Carry on," he told her, leaving her office and walking out the building without a single person being the wiser.

He arrived home and placed his hands behind his head, looking upward with a grin across his pale face, while his mousy hair landed just above his ears, falling into his face with no recourse. He went to the bathroom, where he took a shower to be fully prepared and clean for her, soaping every inch of his short, lanky body.

He had overheard her talking to the sports reporter a few days ago and knew that Oliver would be out of town for the entire weekend, so he could have her as long as he wanted. As soon as he thought that, he took it back. If he could have her as long as he wanted she would never be away from him.

When he got out of the shower, he dressed in black linen pants and a grey, button-down, short sleeved shirt, leaving his feet bare before he ran a comb and handful of gel through his hair. Once he was clothed, he took the bag containing the clothes that Hermione would be wearing tonight out of his closet and put it on the counter of the bathroom.

He checked and rechecked his flat, making sure that everything was just right. He lived in a Muggle flat in the middle of the city, and he was sure that she would appreciate the comforts it offered that many Wizarding residences did not.

At half five, Hermione arrived in the middle of the living room, looking around, but not knowing what to do now that she was here. Colin walked into the room, a smile on his face as though her being there was a normal occurance. He walked up to her and gave her a brief hug, already loving the way she felt in his arms. "First things first," he informed her, "are you hungry?"

"A bit," she answered, her face completely blank.

He escorted her into the kitchen, where two plates were set, piled with a delicious smelling chicken dinner. "Eat up. You're going to need your strength," he chuckled, pushing her into her seat before taking his own. He watched her eat, daintily taking each piece of meat and vegetables into her mouth before slowly chewing and swallowing, and he could hardly wait to see her face with a much larger piece of meat in her mouth.

She finished her plate and drank down the last sip of wine, one that he had laced with a lust potion to ensure that her body was as ready for him as her mind already was. "May I use your toilet?" she asked, setting her napkin on her plate.

"Of course. It's down the hall, first door on the right. As long as you're in there, there is a bag of clothes on the counter for you to change into."

"Thank you, Colin," she smiled, the potion was already working its way into her system. Even just the sound of his name on her lips in that tone of voice was enough to give his cock a twitch. It was already at half mast just from watching her in his flat without having to worry about the roaming of his eyes.

Five minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, clad in a brocade green corset with a delicate vine appliqué, yellow ribbons tying the front and as straps, as well as a matching g-string. Her unruly hair cascaded over her shoulders and halfway down her back, and she had renewed her lip gloss, using a tube she kept in her purse, her fuzzy mind wanting to look good for him.

He could barely keep his jaw hinged as he stared at her sexy, petite body. He had wanted her for so long, but even he hadn't imagined she looked this good without her robes on. Oliver Wood was a very lucky man. And tonight, so was he. "Come here," he requested, his voice suddenly husky and his cock no longer at half mast, leaving a tent in his trousers.

A blinking red light caught her eye and she looked over to see what had taken her attention, only to find that there were three video cameras placed throughout the room at different angles. She tilted her head and looked questioningly up at him, the smile having never left her face. "Cameras," he explained as she stepped closer to him, and he brushed her hair behind her shoulders to get a better view of her long neck. "All enchanted to film as long as I want; two stationary, one that will move as we do to keep a nice, tight, shot."

She gave him the same smile as she stood there, allowing him to lean in, sniffing her neck deeply before he licked her pulse point while one of his hands rested on her waist, the other cupped her breast through the corset. Suddenly, he crashed their lips together, drinking her down, kissing her with such fervor groaning at the reality of her in his arms. She kissed him back, leaving the raspberry taste of her lip gloss over his lips and mouth, and letting out her own moan when he pulled her against him, as his hardness pressed between their stomachs and through their clothes.

He pulled away reluctantly, revelling in the softness of her skin. "Stand in the middle of the room," he ordered, sitting in a large chair. When he looked up, she was already in place. "Hermione, you are going to strip for me, as slowly, and sensuously, as you possibly can. When you are fully nude, you are going to crawl to me and sit on your heels while you wait for my next instructions. Got it?"

"Anything you want, Colin," she answered, her voice like music to his ears. He reached over and pushed a button on the remote next to him, the stereo turnied on a cd that he had already cued up, and she started to move sinuously to the beat.

She slowly unlaced the front of the corset, her body never stopping as she undulated her hips and torso. Finally, her pert breasts were revealed to him as she slipped the material off her shoulders and onto the floor. Her nipples were small buds encased in tan aureolas, and they quickly hardened without the extra protection from the air.

"Touch yourself," Colin rasped out as he struggled to not do the same, and to wait until she came to him. Her hands came up to her breasts as she continued to dance. She pinched her nipples before rolling them between her fingers. He gave a loud groan when one of her hands walked down her flat stomach and under the waistband of her small knickers. "Take them off," he ordered as he watched her hand work through the material, small gasps escaping her smudged lips.

She did as she was told, and removed the garment before getting down on her knees to stalk toward him with her breasts swaying beneath her. When she reached him, she sat back on her heels, and waited for her next instructions as she had been told to do.

He stood up so he was looking down at her, her face just below the slightly damp tent that was still in his trousers. "Take off all of my clothes, using only your teeth. Start with my shirt." She stood up, and before she could lean in to undo the first button with her teeth, he once again felt the pull to kiss her, though this time he pulled away much sooner, anxious to get on to the next portion of the evening.

After she had undone all of the buttons on his shirt, kissing each bit of skin as it was revealed, he wriggled out of it, and let it drop to the floor as she started on his trousers. After undoing the button fly, she found a rhythm in pulling the fabric down bit by bit, alternating sides of his body until the waist was beyond his hips and fell to the floor of their own accord.

She looked back up at him, her view marred slightly by his cock. It was neither long nor thick, but a happy medium of average. It was turning a dark shade of red that bordered on purple as the blood flowed into the organ, and she couldn't help but lick her lips.

"I want you to give me the best blow you've ever done," he told her, his eyes hungry for her, as the moving camera came in for a close-up of Hermione as she smiling beguilingly at him. She settled on her knees and lifted his shaft to give her room to lick at his scrotum, the hair course on her tongue. With no warning, she took one of his testicles in her hot mouth, tonguing it with a small amount of suction while her hand slowly moved up and down his shaft, using his precome as lubrication.

When she was done with his other teste, she gave the length of his shaft a lick, following a large vein to the head. She took the mushroomed end into her mouth, sucking slightly as her tongue delving into his slit. When she finally took the entire length of him into her mouth in one move, he groaned out, threading both of his hands in her hair, as the camera closed in on her closed eyes while she hummed around him. He used his hands to hold her head still as he violently pummeled himself into her mouth time and time again, losing himself in her moist heat.

"Swallow every drop," he managed to grind out before exploding into her mouth. She did the best she could, but a small amount managed to escape from the corner of her mouth, dripped down her chin. When he finally unthreaded his fingers from her hair and pulled away from her, she brought two fingers up and caught the viscous liquid, licking and sucking on her fingers until she had swallowed all of it, her eyes connecting with his.

Colin took a few steps and collapsed onto the bed, beckoning for her to join him. He wanted to touch her, to taste her. "Lay on your back," he said as he caught his breath from the best blow he had ever received. When she complied, he straddled her legs, his face even with her breasts. He grinned wolfishly up at her before lowering his head down to one of the hardened peaks and sucking it hard into his mouth.

He bit down and pulled, causing her to shriek, before comforting the hurt with his tongue. His hands wandered her body, though they stayed away from her pussy, which was aching with potion-induced need. He made his way down her body, licking and nipping her tender flesh, until he repositioned them so that he was between her legs rather than on top of them.

He brought his head down to her centre, and breathed in her musky scent. Holding her thighs open with his arms, he slipped his tongue between her folds. He probed her almost lazily, basking in her taste, her smell, her feel, and searing it all into his memory forever. She was so responsive to his touch, moaning and undulating against his mouth. He nibbled at her clit, grazing it with his teeth over and over again, bringing two fingers to her wet entrance and sliding them into her pliant body.

When she finally reached her peak, he demanded she say his name, and she called it out through her moans, causing his re-hardened cock to twitch with abandon. Her juices flowed around his fingers and into his mouth, and he lapped at them greedily before crawling back up her body to kiss her, his fingers still buried inside her.

She could taste herself on him, just as he could taste himself on her. He pulled his hand away from her core, teasing her lips with their wetness. "Suck them dry," he breathed, "drink yourself down." While she did so, he placed his cock at her entrance, quickly and firmly planting himself in her body in one motion, her tongue still sinfully wrapped around his fingers and gently biting down at the intrusion.

He took his fingers from her mouth, slightly shaking them before bringing them to caress her side as he kissed her ferverently and stroked into her slowly and deeply, the camera focused on where they were joined.

After a short while in the missionary position, he hooked her legs under his arms and brought them up so they were resting over his shoulders, which allowed him deeper access to her core. When he could feel his peak coming, he reached his hand between their bodies, intent on bringing her over the edge with him.

Over the next day and a half, he took her in every way, shape, and form he could think of, never being able to hear his name on her lips enough. He was more than glad to have thought ahead, having gone through almost the entirety of the stash of potions he had procured for the weekend, ranging from Lust and Healing Potions for her to Erection Potions for him and Stamina Potions for them both.

It was after lunch on Sunday when Colin gave Hermione the antidote to the potions he had been feeding her all weekend. Then, in one breath, he lifted the Imperius Curse from her, before hitting her with an Obliviate in the next.

"What am I doing here?" she asked dazedly, looking around Colin's kitchen.

"Tsk, tsk, Hermione," he joked, "forgetting so soon? You're here to pick up the pictures for the Delaney article that you had given me an extension on."

"Oh, right," she answered authoritatively. While she didn't remember coming here, she did remember giving him the extension. "Well, where are they?" she prompted.

"Right here," he responded, picking up a folder from the table and handing it to her.

"Good job," she commented, as she went through the folder. "Just what we're looking for. It seems that extension was well worth it."

"You have no idea," he said, thinking back to the three video tapes that he would soon be going back to, to watch and edit together.




a/n..... so this was something that just came to me a few months ago, but i only recently finished. i hope that you all made it to the end, since im sure theres quite a few people who left when they saw it was colin, lol. feel free to let me know what you think, lol.

and, as always, thanks to lupie for her wonderous beta job.