My Hero's Sins

"Oh. Hullo."

Harry wasn't in the room like the boy had hoped. It was a tad surprising that he wasn't. It was a Hogsmeade weekend and Colin had purposely stayed back, wishing to speak to Harry about something quite... peculiar. But Harry wasn't here. He had probably forced himself to leave the dorm; he had been spending the whole year locked up in there, only coming out for classes and meals. It saddened Colin to have such little time to watch Harry go about his business, but there were always ways to see what he was doing. Colin had gotten good at hiding.

The room lacked a Potter, though, and Colin was hesitating. Should he stay and wait or should he go and forget about everything all together?

"Do you mind if I stay? I'm just waiting for Harry. Need to ask him something."

The only other occupant in the room was a dog. A rather big dog. Colin couldn't help but notice that not any shade of colour interrupted the perfect black of its fur, and that its captivating eyes were a beautiful grey.

The dog didn't answer, not that Colin had expected it to, so the boy walked slowly to the bed it was sitting on and crawled onto it. He kept a safe distance from the animal, not knowing if it liked strangers or not, but knowing, at least, that it was safe enough to be in a school full of people. Dumbledore had allowed it in, after all.

It was unnerving to have the creature stare at him like that. His eyes were curious but guarded, his posture straight and not exactly benign. They stared at each other for quite a while, before the dog let out a small growl.

Colin scooted away, his body tensing up. He knew the dog wasn't dangerous - Merlin, did he know - but now he suspected that maybe he was just friendly with Harry. He chewed his lip and did the only thing that seemed natural when he was nervous: he spoke.

"I-I'm only here to wait for Harry, Dog. It's just a question. Or maybe a series of questions, depending on how he answers and all. I don't want to grill him or anything like that, though. Harry doesn't deserve to be grilled. He's great, don't you think? I think so. I know you haven't been here long, not even a year, so maybe you don't know all that Harry did. Should I tell you? I never get tired of telling."

The dog's posture loosened a bit, but not much, and Colin thought he saw a bit of amusement in the dog's eyes. He knew this was no ordinary dog - how could he be? - but that he understood human words? That would be very, very wicked. Colin grinned.

"He saved my life, you know. Back in my first year. There was a giant snake on the loose and Harry found me, apparently. Found me after I'd been petrified. Literally petrified. I was turned into stone or something like that because I tried to take a picture of it. The snake, I mean. And Harry beat the snake and the antidote was found and I was perfectly okay, not at all hurt or harmed, and Harry was so modest about it. He's very humble, you know. Never likes taking credit for all the great things he does."

The canine seemed less suspicious now and even lay down to rest his head on his paws as he stared up at the blond boy. Colin beamed, thoughts of Harry filling his mind and soul with a giddy-high.

"Of course, I don't doubt that you know how great he is. You're his pet, after all. His pet, his friend, his lover - " Colin blinked, realizing what he had said, and let out a tiny gasp. The dog's fur was raised, his teeth bared, a low and perilous rumble left his throat. Oh Merlin, oh God, oh dear Harry Potter - this dog was going to bite him. Colin scooted further and further away until he had fallen onto the floor, the pain in his arse unnoticed because his eyes were locked with the dog's.

"I didn't mean it like that, Dog!" Colin cried from the floor, dread creeping into his stomach and gnawing at his lungs. The dog seemed like he would jump him and rip his throat any minute. "I mean, no, I did, but it's not - no! Stop growling! Please? I'm sorry! Honest! I didn't mean to say that. I didn't mean to see."

Coming here had definitely been a bad idea. Asking Harry about all this would bring nothing good, if the dog's reaction was anything to go by. But he just wanted to know! Colin just wanted to know if it was normal, if it safe, if it was good -

"I won't tell anyone. I know you like him. I know he likes you, too. He's always in here with you, isn't he? I just wanted to ask. That's why I came, you see? To ask him about this. Not that I think anything's wrong, of course! Nothing's wrong with this! At least... well, see, I'm not sure if anything's wrong with it. That's why I came. That's why I'm waiting for Harry."

His eyes were wide and he was biting his lip, a sweat forming on his brow. The dog, the giant beast, the scary-looking creature was glaring at him, he could feel it, and his teeth were still bared. It made his insides quiver with fear.

"I-I didn't mean to see. I just... Harry's my hero, you know? So I... so I take pictures. Of him. Because he's so great. And... and you know he's great, don't you? You have to know how great he is. You can't not know."

The dog backed up until Colin couldn't see him on the bed anymore. At least not from his position on the floor. He really wished he could control his mouth and stop talking. As it was, silence was just impossible for the Creevey, especially when he was afraid or apprehensive.

He wasn't sure if he should get up or not, so he waited a few seconds before doing anything at all. The hairs on his neck were raised in fear, but he tried to calm himself down. "Dog? I didn't mean any harm. Honest, I didn't. I'm just curious, is all. I want to know why Harry likes it so much, why he does it with you all the time." There was still silence from the bed, so Colin pushed himself up from the floor and stood, staring at the dog who was watching his every move. "I-I've looked it up. Or tried to. I thought maybe... I thought maybe if it was with a dog, it wasn't really sex, you know? Maybe it was some wizard custom I didn't know about. So I went to the library and asked for books on rituals with dogs, but there was nothing about... about what you two do. So I... I..."

The dog approached him, sniffing the air around him. It was a tad uncomforting, and Colin held his breath and shut his eyes, a pained expression on his face. Now was the time the dog was going to press its sharp teeth into him and tear him apart. It was all over now, all worth nothing, all a waste of time.

But teeth never tore at his skin and the dog didn't eat his flesh. He did growl in his throat, though, which caused one of Colin's eyes to pop open, but the black beast just circled himself on the bed and lay down again, staring at him through silver, unsettling orbs. "Am I... Am I forgiven?" The dog said nothing, and the small blond began chewing at his lip. "I hope I am. I mean you and Harry no harm. I like him so much... couldn't bear it if he wasn't happy... His happy pictures are the best, you know. When he's sad, it's as if even my camera can't capture any glimmer of hope. When he smiles, though... when he smiles, the whole picture radiates, even when it isn't moving." A soft smile had spread against his lips as he'd spoken, but he soon snapped out of it, his eyes back on the dog. "Do you... do you want to see? Some of my pictures?"

Without waiting for an answer - not that he would have gotten one, he searched his bag for the album he had brought along. Seeing this as a way to get on the dog's good side again, Colin sat on the bed and opened it to the first page of photos. "This album is my favourite, but you mustn't tell anyone about it, alright? I usually like to share my pictures, but these ones are all mine. If someone saw... they'd try to take them from me. I can't let them do that. You understand, Dog, right?" But the big dog wasn't looking at him; the canine's eyes were fixed on the photo, so Colin gazed at it as well, smiling proudly.

"That's the first picture I took of Harry without any clothing on. Captivating, isn't it? He's so beautiful..." It was a picture of Harry in Quidditch locker rooms, water pouring down on him. It was unmoving, not a wizarding photograph, but you could still see that a shower was in progress, his black hair matted against his forehead and nape. Beads of water were frozen against his chest, his expression almost grateful for the substance that washed away his sweat. It was an innocent enough picture, nothing sexual, but Colin spent hours staring at its simplicity, at the perfect body he idolized. "He looks so wonderful, don't you think?" Colin breathed, his voice a whisper. The dog didn't growl or bark in response, but the boy didn't mind. He merely turned the page.

"This is the first time I saw him touch himself." He wasn't sure if the dog understood or not. It was a smart dog, but did it understand what the pictures represented? Did it appreciate Harry's hand as much as he did? Could it possibly enjoy the crinkle in Harry's brow, or the look of concentration? Could an animal notice all the details Colin could? "H-He's so hypnotizing. Even if I can't see his hand move, I can imagine it stroking himself." His eyes darted from the dog and back to the picture. "It was late," he explained, "And I couldn't sleep. And sometimes... well, sometimes I take pictures of students while they sleep, because people look so peaceful and serene when their body is at rest. So different than they do during the day. B-But Harry wasn't asleep, see, but the moon was hitting him so perfectly, his hand pulling hard against his... his penis..." It was embarrassing to say, no matter if the dog could reply or not. He was sharing his inner most secrets, things that others would shun him for. "See how his lips are parted a bit? He had just licked them. They look so perfect and soft. Muggle pictures are better than Wizarding pictures, I think, because it's easier to imagine. Can't you just hear his sigh and tiny moan?"

Colin could.

He could see it very clearly in his mind, hear every detail; though some people got tired of their fantasies, Colin never did. It always had Harry Potter, and he had never been daring enough to imagine himself with his hero. It was always Harry and just Harry, his hand pulling at himself, his breathing shallow, his legs parted...

"The next picture," Colin explained softly, "Is really nice, too."

When he flipped the page, he did it slowly, like he did when he was looking through this album in his own room with the curtains drawn. Blue eyes landed on the dog. The dog was just staring at the page. Colin smiled - though he tried not to. The dog looked very concentrated, and his mouth was even open, as if he was breathing through there instead of his nose. The boy felt proud.

"That's Ginny. I don't know if you know her. She's nice. In my year. I don't think red goes too nice with black, though, but if she can get him to look like that..."

It wasn't really Ginny. Not really. It was just the back of her head, just the top part of her hair... And Harry's fingers. Harry's fingers pulling her mouth closer to his perfect cock, bringing his self closer to completion... That's what it was. Long, slender digits pulling at bright red hair, showing the urgency of the situation.

And Harry's face made Colin light-headed.

"He's so great..." Colin breathed, unable to speak loud and quickly like he usually did. He was mesmerized and aching inside his trousers. But this was for the dog. The Gryffindor had never spoke of this album, had never in his life tried to explain such acts. It was liberating.

Soft fur was felt, and the Creevey was shocked to realise he was now petting Harry's companion. He didn't remember lifting his hand, but there it was, on the beast's neck, stroking.

The dog did nothing, so Colin continued to flip the pages.

Ginny guest starred in a few other pictures, but very few. Colin liked having only Harry to watch; the dark hair messy, the green eyes open and glistening, staring at nothing, the long arms holding himself up, the delicate prick standing straight for him to admire...

The album was almost over when Colin felt it, the pressure on his crotch, someone pressing... Only it wasn't a someone.

"Dog," Colin squeaked, eyes wide and hands trembling. "Dog, you can't do that!"

The ungodly beast was nuzzling right between his legs. Colin felt himself squeak again, then groan, his eyes shutting tight and his fingers squeezing the book and the dog's fur. "Dog, Dog, you can't - you can't - Oh..."

He was unbearably hard inside his underwear, a mix of the pictures and the thoughts and now the added contact, but Colin didn't know what to do! Sure he'd touched himself before, but no one had ever done it for him. At fifteen, he didn't think most people his age did, but this... Oh God, this...

"This... this is so wicked..." he mumbled, his face flushing.

And then he felt wetness. Wetness where his cock would be if his pants were off. He gasped and let out a strangled giggle and stared, bewildered, at the dog now on his lap, stroking his tongue against Colin's crotch. Oh, it was almost hurting; the material was rough against him, the pressure in his lower half burning, the arousal too strong for him to handle. The book fell to the floor, forgotten, and Colin gasped again, trying to clear his head.

"D-Dog... Do you... Do you really want it that much?"

The dog stopped, and Colin felt like crying - and that was not an exaggeration. His prick was so hard his trousers were tenting, the pressure inside so strong that he wanted to break down and sob against the mattress, humping the pillow.

"I-If... If you do..."

Sweaty, trembling fingers were undoing the trouser zippers; Colin could definitely see why Harry wanted this. He couldn't understand why anyone would hold this against him, why he had to keep it hidden. Colin's fingers were sweaty, so it was a bit hard to get his button undone and his zipper down, but he managed. He kicked at his pants, not caring that he wasn't graceful, or that he was eager, or that he was completely flushed from his face to his chest. It was only a dog here, an animal that couldn't speak, who couldn't communicate specificities, who couldn't tell anyone what they were about to do. The blond lay on the bed and pulled his underwear to his knees, and the dog was already in the space provided, fur touching skin, tongue touching the newly exposed member.

The sound Colin made was half a sob, half a gurgle. His cock was positively burning with need. He felt he was about to burst with each rough stroke of a tongue from the base of his dick to the head. Squirming and wriggling on the bed, he wasn't sure if he wanted to get away or get closer.

This was Harry's bed, the bed he slept in, wanked in, had sex in. The one he did his homework in, spoke to Ron in, got blowjobs in. It was the one he pet his dog in, the one he got fucked in. The one he touched himself in, the one he spilled his seed in, the one he sucked the dog in.

The bed that the dog was licking Colin in was probably the luckiest bed in the history of the world.

The tongue was lapping at his balls now, a cold nose pressing them against the boy's crotch, which made them rub and heat and feel ready to explode. Colin's fingers wrapped around his stiff prick as the dog's tongue cleaned him, made his back arch, made him just about ready to come. It wouldn't be long, he knew it, he could feel it... But he wouldn't be embarrassed by his lack of endurance. This was a dog. What did he know? How could he know how good his tongue felt there? How could he know that being in this bed long enough probably would have made Colin mad with lust, with the dog or without?

Could the dog smell the sex on him? Could he sense that he was close, that his breath was erratic, that his heart was pounding? Could he tell that Colin was new, that he wanted it real bad, that he hadn't dared fantasized about something too wonderful and magical and brilliant to be true? Did he know what the fingers digging into his fur meant? Did he know what the thrashing on the bed symbolised? Did he -

Colin's thoughts stopped; there was a muzzle in the crack between his bum, sniffing, inhaling his scent. A tongue stroked, leaving a trail of saliva through it all, making Colin gasp and squeal and arch and clench. And when it happened again, the boy shuddered. "Nnn..." What else could he say? All coherence was gone. The dog was touching him where only tentative fingers had gone, where Colin felt most sensitive in his body. The third time the dog licked over Colin's puckered entrance, he came. He came with a loud cry, with a hard squeeze, and with eyes shut tight. It was as if air was refusing to enter his lungs, which made Colin almost hyperventilate.

Even as he tried to gather his breath and thoughts, the dog continued. The tongue stroked the softening cock, stretching the foreskin forward each time, cleaning away the boy's mess. Colin was a panting, boneless mess beneath him. The dog cleaned Colin's shirt as well, drinking away the physical evidence of their actions. Colin's eyes were drifting shut, but he knew he had to keep himself awake. This wasn't his bed, after all.

Of course, he had assumed it was over now.

The dog, once done, moved so that he could look at Colin's face. The boy gave a sheepish smile.

"That was nice, Dog. I-I... I mean... It was nice." He blushed slightly and felt his eyes begin to flutter to a close, when a rough tongue wet a streak from the boy's cheek to his forehead. Colin giggled, opening his eyes and grinning bright. The dog did it again and again, licking the sweat away, replacing it with a somewhat stickier kind of wetness. Colin's smile kept growing, and he actually sat up so he could try to push the dog away somewhat.

"You're such a good dog, Dog, but there's way more slobber on my face than there should be." With a chuckle, he wiped at his face with a sleeve, only to have the dog lick where he wiped. The boy sighed and giggled. "Fine, have it your way, then." To be truthful, Colin rather liked this dog. He was so friendly now. Friendly in the way he was licking him as if they were old friends, as if the dog was his pet. Also the fact that he'd just given him his first sexual experience... That definitely made him friendly.

The dog now concentrated his licks on Colin's lips, and the boy tried not to grin too wide, lest his mouth open. Again and again, sometimes deviating towards his nose and cheeks, the dog continued assaulting Colin's face with, well, dog-kisses. The boy was touched.

He started to pucker his lips each time the dog's tongue was directly on his mouth, giggling to himself as he did so. Perhaps it was his imagination, but it definitely felt like the dog's tongue was going slower, which meant the boy's lips were puckered longer. Instead of feeling the normal boy-dog relationship feelings, Colin started to harden again.

It was definitely weird, kissing a dog a like this. Colin was actually leaning forward, eager for the dog's tongue against him, kissing with tiny, innocent pecks each time. He reached for the dog's fur and held onto his neck, petting the dog, running his fingers back and forth at a rhythm that all but matched their strange new explorations. Or, rather, it was an exploration of sorts for Colin, but probably not for the dog.

Colin was enjoying this more than he thought most people would; instead of feeling disgusted that a dog was covering his face with its saliva, or that it was dirty and that a face was no place for a canine's tongue, Colin felt completely ready to do more of it, to continue like this, even as his face began turning red from the rough tongue. He shifted, moving onto his knees with his underwear still keeping him from spreading his legs, and began initiating the kisses. Holding the dog in place, it was now Colin who puckered his lips before the dog's tongue was ready, thus coaxing the dog to go faster.

It did.

The strokes seemed to be getting harder too, actually parting Colin's lips a bit each time the upward stroke came. Colin, getting lost in the feeling, stopped bringing them back together. Blinking his blue eyes, Colin pulled away and stopped his petting, looking at the dog with a nervous smile. The dog just stared. It was waiting, Colin could see it in his eyes.

This dog was definitely much smarter than the boy originally gave him credit for.

Then, unsurely, Colin moved closer, bringing his face to the dog's neck, and licked. He licked the fur, feeling the softness of the strands on his tongue, and then pulled away.

Would the dog like that? He was trying to give back, of course. If they kissed like that, would the dog be more comfortable? If Colin pretended he was a dog as well? It was a thought the boy was sure he'd never really know the answer to, but he could try, couldn't he? No one was around... no one would see. No one would know. Still on his knees, he moved forward and licked the side of the dog's face sheepishly. There was no one here to call him a weirdo, a freak, so it was fine, wasn't it? He could continue, right? The male answered his own question by licking the dog's muzzle. He licked around the muzzle as well, making sure to clean the fur about the eyes, the forehead, and really, the entirety of the dog's head. When the blond felt done with that, he hesitated, then licked the dog at the head of the muzzle.

Pausing, blue stared into those strange, unsettling grey orbs. He shut his eyes, leaned forward, and did it again, very slowly. The dog didn't walk away, but instead sat down, right between Colin's folded knees, and licked back. Colin gasped and stopped, immediately moving away somewhat, shocked at the sensations. But the dog licked at his lips, and Colin, after a moment's thought, opened his mouth and let his tongue out.

The dog lapped at it, causing the boy to moan and pant and make desperate little sounds; soon the dog's thick tongue was in his mouth, lapping at his teeth and his palate, stretching the boy's lips wider to accommodate. Colin couldn't help but raise his hips and press himself against the fur right above his cock; the blond gasped and the tongue withdrew from his mouth. Leaning back against his arms, Colin stared intently at the dog and raised his hips yet again. The fur on the dog's belly felt just magical against the throbbing member. It was strange and new and Colin bit his lip in concentration as he continued to rut against the black, furry beast. When the dog began to slowly rut back, Colin shifted and lay down, his head pressing hard on the pillow, his fingers gripping the sheets, and he humped. He humped the animal above him just as he was being rutted against, his cock grinding against fur, and fur grinding against his bare thighs. He felt the strange wetness of a foreign cock but paid it no mind. It was hard and throbbing but much wetter than his own, but in the end, the boy knew what it was for. It made him happy to know he made the dog feel as nice as he was feeling.

"D-Dog? Could you... I mean... Oh!" The wet, red shaft slid against Colin's own, and he all but came a second time. "Nnn... D-Dog... Just... Harder, okay? J-Just... Uhnn... A bit harder!" Colin's already high voice rose an octave as their cocks brushed again. He was arching so far off the bed that the dog actually moved over him, got his front paws on either side of his chest, and mounted. Mounted from the front. It was all Colin could do to not fall down. Planting his feet firmly on the bed, he lifted his lower half so that the dog could do his thing.

His thing being give the boy beneath him a wonderful experience.

"I-It's dirty, isn't... isn't it?" Colin blabbed, his head thrashing as the dog humped his cock; that's really what it was. Instead of mating from behind like normal dogs did, this massive beast was thrusting against the boy's dick and balls, coating it in whatever kind of precum dogs had, and driving the blond wild. "O-Oh! I-I... I can't... Oh, yes, this is... so... brilliant..."

And when the dog spluttered against him, Colin came. His shirt had rode up so he actually got some of it on his stomach, on his chest, mixed with his own sweet essence. He could do nothing but stare at the ceiling.

Wow. Holy God in Heaven. Sweet Harry Potter. That had been really, really good.

How much time passed, he couldn't tell you. Colin never felt the tongue lapping away at the mixed spunk, though. He never felt a hand pull his shirt down and his underwear up. He never felt the warmth of being tucked in. All he knew was that he really, really liked this dog.

"Mate?"

"Yeah, Ron?"

"Looks like your stalker's found your bed..."

The sun was setting in the sky when the two teenagers found the blond boy and the dog curled around each other in Harry's bed, one under the covers, one above. Harry's brows furrowed together, trying to make sense of it, but coming to no conclusions that were any good. Deciding that the best way to know was to ask, he made his way to his bed and reached over, taking hold of Colin's shoulder and shaking lightly.

"Creevey? Wake up, yeah? What're you doing in my bed?"

Blue, groggy eyes fluttered open, a disgruntled moan passing red lips, only to change drastically the next moment.

"Harry Potter!" Colin squealed, kicking the covers off the bed and scurrying away. "I'm sorry, Harry! You're so great! I didn't mean to sleep in your bed! I didn't mean - oomph!" The blond boy tripped over the photo album and hit his bum on the way to the floor. When had his pants been put back on? No matter, he just had to get away, away... "I'm sorry I slept in your bed, Harry! You really are wonderful! It's very comfy!" Grabbing the album and his bag from the floor, the boy got to his feet nervously, skittish and on the verge of hyperventilating, never making eye contact. "You've a really nice dog, Harry. Just lovely. I'll see you later, okay?"

Scampering out of the room, Colin made sure never to look anyone in the eye until he was done properly freaking out over this embarrassing turn of events.

Harry stared, bewildered, as the boy ran out of his dorm room. Green eyes turned to the dog on his bed, and the male shook his head. "Honestly, Sirius. I was only gone for a day! Do I even want to know what you've done to him?"

The dog simply growled happily and fell back asleep.