Colin\'s Picture Service

WARNING:
This a work of fiction. This story depicts sexual
situations between fictional minors. It may be illegal for
you to read this.


DISCLAIMER:
This is written in British English. I did not create, do
not own, and assert no rights towards Harry Potter (J. K.
Rowling/Bloomsbury/Scholastic/Warner Bros). No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement or
defamation is intended.


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COLIN'S PICTURE SERVICE
By Mister Fish

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Most fourteen year olds worried about whether or not people
would find them attractive, but Harry "The Boy Who Lived"
Potter didn't have that problem. Rather, he had the exact
opposite - with the second task of the Triwizard Tournament
just completed, he was more popular than ever. Everyone
looked at him everywhere he went, people tried to talk to
him, or shake his hand or kiss him, there were always photos
being taken and articles being written, scrutinising every
action. He hated every minute of it.

Trying to find a place to wank when you lived in a room with
five other guys was nowhere near as hard as finding a place
to yourself when it seemed the entire world was watching.
Thank god for Cedric Diggory and the password to the
prefects bathroom -- except Harry was resolutely not
thinking about that right now. He was sat in the Gryffindor
common room, surrounded by his friends and housemates, and
the last thing he needed was to spring another boner. He
was still getting ribbed about Rita Skeeter's "Task Hard For
Champion" headline.

It was right after the task, just as he had come out of the
water. He had been carrying Ron Weasley, which wasn't an
easy task, given the other boy was taller, stronger, and
heavier than him. And also, at the time, soaking wet in
clinging robes that left nothing to the imagination, and
certainly not to Harry's, who had been rather too taken with
the thick length the robes revealed between his best
friend's legs. Exhausted from the task, he hadn't realised
his own clothes were just as clinging, until there was
laughter and camera flashes and a blushing Neville had
mumbled "nice tent, mate".

Harry mentally slapped himself. Thinking about Ron was just
plain wrong. Not only was it bad to perv on guys, and
especially on your best friend, but Harry knew Ron would
never talk to him again if he found out. One time they had
come back to the dorm early and stumbled in on Dean and
Seamus together in bed. Harry and Ron hadn't really seen
anything, and they'd left quick before the other boys
noticed them, but afterwards Ron had been really vocal about
'poofs' and how he "liked girls, weren't girls hot, look at
Lavender, or even Hermione, if you liked that sort of OW
stop hitting me Hermione!" No, Ron couldn't learn about
Harry. Not about the bathroom, and certainly not that
sometimes, late at night, Harry pretended it was Ron's big
hand wrapped tight around his own precome slick cock.

There was a loud laugh as Ron won another round of exploding
slap, and he turned his head through the smoke to throw
Harry a beatific grin. Harry smiled back, cursing the other
boy's rugged good looks, his thick red hair all grown out
like a rock star, that sprinkle of freckles across Ron's nose
that Harry longed to lick. Fortunately Ron had turned away
without noticing Harry was staring, a slight flush in his
cheeks, and Harry forced himself to think about Snape for a
bit. Eugh!

"Hello, Harry!" said Colin Creevey, a cherry-lipped, mop-
headed third year, pushing his way onto the couch next to
Harry. Colin's ever present camera was hanging around his
neck and his leg, Harry noted, was casually pressed against
Harry's own.

"Colin," sighed Harry, pointedly moving away, and hoping the
younger boy would get a hint. Colin had been slavishly
fanboying him for three years, like a mini-precursor of the
media slavering outside. He glared when Colin just moved
back towards him, so they were touching again.

"I've got some new photos I thought you might want to see,"
Colin said, leaning in so he could speak quietly and still
be heard over the noise of the people all around them.

"Maybe later," Harry tried, pushing at Colin a little.

Colin still didn't take the hint, leaning into Harry more,
holding out a small black rectangle. "I'm sure you'll want
to see these before anyone else does, though," Colin said.
"Go on."

Harry, knowing the boy wouldn't give up - stupid
Gryffindors! - sighed and took the photo, shivering a little
when Colin deliberately stroked Harry's fingers before
letting go.

"It's very," nice, Harry started to say automatically as he
turned the rectangle over, and then his blood turned to ice
in his veins and suddenly Colin's cute little smile seemed
the devil's own grimace.

It was a wizards photo, moving. In it, a hand stroked
across a younger chest and artfully pinched a nipple, before
the sequence repeated all over. The photo was cropped so
there were no heads, but both boys in the picture were still
half wearing their clothes, the younger marked with
Gryffindor red, the elder with Hufflepuff yellow. In the
background, you could just about make out the mermaid
covered walls of the prefects bathroom.

"H-how--" Harry gasped.

Colin wriggled closer against him, his lips right next to
Harry's ear, and if Harry's heart hadn't already stopped it
would have when Colin asked "how did I get photos of you and
Cedric fucking like dogs in heat? That's my little secret.
And this," he added, tapping the photo, "is ours. For now?"

"Wh-what," Harry stammered. He swallowed. Gryffindor, damn
it. "What do you want?"

"What do you want?" Colin countered. "Do you want me to
show these around? I bet Ron would like a look. I know
half the girls would."

Harry started to tear the photo, but Colin just laughed.

"There are more," Harry realised. "You've got to give them
to me."

"Mayyyybe," said Colin, drawing the word out. And then
suddenly he was moving away from Harry with a cheerful,
"hey, Ron! Good game!"

"Er, yeah," said Ron, looking at Colin askance. "Thanks?"

"See you later," Colin said to Harry and was up off the
chair and half-way across the room before Harry could even
think to call him back.

"What was all that about?" Ron asked, suspiciously.

Harry quickly shoved the half-torn photo into his pocket and
attempted a smile. "Just Colin being Colin."

Ron chuckled. "Yeah, he's a right one, that kid. Come play
with me, I've beaten everyone else."

"Sure," said Harry and then, before he could stop himself,
"I'm really glad you're talking to me again, Ron."

Ron beamed back. "Me too, Harry," he said, and Harry's
heart skipped a beat again, happily this time. "Me too."

A warm rush suffused Harry, especially when Ron slung a
casual arm over his shoulder, but it didn't last long.
Across the room, Colin and his younger brother Dennis were
squeezed together in an arm-chair, giggling conspiratorially
- and just as Harry looked over, they both glanced back and
smiled at him. Colin even winked!

Feeling the photo burn in his pocket, Harry deliberately
looked away and tried hard to pretend an interest in
combusting cards.

###

After everybody else had turned in for bed, Harry sat up on
his own, curtains drawn and warded so neither sound nor
light could get through them. Dressed in his pyjamas, feet
tucked under the covers for warmth, he examined the photo
again. A whispered reparo fixed the tear and he watched as,
over and over, Cedric's hand stroked his chest and tweaked
his nipple.

How had Colin gotten it? Only prefects could get into the
bathroom. Harry hadn't seen anything that could have been a
camera, and he had gotten very good at spotting them. Being
extremely paranoid about media or evil wizards had its
upsides when it came to making sure people didn't find out
that the Boy Who Lived was a comfortable (if extremely
private) bisexual who, on occasion, liked to get a good
rodgering from a handsome champion.

There was nothing wrong with that, he knew, but lots of
other people would think there was - especially when Cedric
was four years older than him. Cedric hadn't been taking
advantage, though. In fact, it had sort of happened by
accident the first time. Cedric had been showing him how
the egg sounded underwater, only it had slipped from his
grasp and, as the two of them tried to get it back, they had
ended up messily entwined, laughing and breathless. Until
Harry had moved wrong and realised that (a) he was hard and
(b) his erection was rubbing against a much larger one, and
Cedric had looked down, and Harry had looked up, and there
had been a significant pause.

"Happens to everyone," Cedric had said.

"Hormones," Harry agreed. "Puberty. No harm, no foul."

"Right," said Cedric. Neither of them moved apart. "You,
um. You know. If we're, you know. Helping each other out
anyway."

"Right," said Harry, hips moving a little. "I mean, it's
only fair, right?"

"Right," gasped Cedric, humping back, and soon they were
rutting against each other, Harry shooting when Cedric slid
a finger into him, Cedric spraying when Harry squeezed his
balls. Afterwards, they had both agreed it was a one-time
only thing, and then neither had started getting dressed,
until Harry had suggested that going again would still count
as part of the first time. And since he had said first,
Cedric said that meant there had to be a second, and somehow
it had turned into a whole thing where two or three times a
week, they both told their friends they were going off to
practice their wandwork and instead they slipped into the
bathroom and then Cedric slipped into Harry.

Thinking about it now, Harry looked down to note, without
surprise, that his cock was pushing his pyjamas up and there
was a small wet spot where its head was rubbing against the
cloth. Stupid body. He really needed to be thinking about
what to do about Colin. He really needed to get those
photos, whatever they showed. Especially if they had his
face on it, or Cedric, who always panted and threw his head
back and squeezed his eyes shut when he was about to come.
Maybe there would be a photo of his own face - Harry
wondered what he looked like. Colin knew now. Colin
probably wanked over that exact picture, and now Harry was
wondering what Colin looked like when he came, if the boy
was old enough to shoot. He probably had a tiny dick, Harry
thought viciously, but that just made him think about Ron's,
which he was sure was huge, and what Ron would look like
when he came and he couldn't help his hand dropping into his
lap, to squeeze his own steel hard four and a half inches.

Biting his lip, he dropped the photo on the bed and wriggled
down the bed a little. One hand slipped under his pyjamas
to wrap around his slim cock and start to pump, his foreskin
sliding over the plum head. The other fumbled in his side-
draw to pull out the latest sock. Harry knew it was kinda
strange, but one time after a particularly strenuous
Quidditch practice with Ron, he had pinched one of his
friends sweaty socks. He had never come harder than with it
wrapped around his boner as he pumped away and, ever since,
whenever Ron dumped his clothes in the laundry, Harry always
made sure to steal one, slipping the used one in to the wash
in its place.

Now, he dropped his hand from his cock to his balls, rolling
them and squeezing them as he wriggled out of his pyjama
bottoms. The brush of cool air felt good on his flushed
cock, but he was too eager to wait. Pulling his foreskin
back, he slipped Ron's sock over the head of his cock and
pulled it down, biting off a gasp as the rough material sent
a rush of heat racing through him. One hand still playing
with his balls or dropping down to rub at his hole, he
pumped the sock over his cock with the other, imagining
Ron's sweat rubbing him, imagining Ron rubbing him.

Sometimes it was Cedric, sometimes even Colin, but mostly it
was big, beautiful Ron, and Harry stroked himself harder and
faster, adding little corkscrew motions, imagining sweaty,
naked Ron touching him and kissing him and sucking him,
Ron's thick cock filling out his mouth or, and Harry pushed
a finger into himself, Ron's thick cock stretching Harry's
arse, coming inside him - and Harry's hips came off the bed
and he bit off a strangled yell as he balls drew up and his
cock swelled and he soaked Ron's sock with spurt after spurt
of his creamy boy come.

Panting happily, Harry had just enough thought left to pull
his blankets up over him before he fell into a deep and
restful sleep.

###

His morning was anything but restful. He'd forgotten to
take the wards down, which meant the first he knew about it
being morning was Ron pulling his bed curtains open to see
what he was doing. Harry yanked his blankets up and
floundered around until he found his glasses. There was, he
thought, an odd look on Ron's face but, by the time he had
his glasses on and could see properly, it was just a grin.

"Get a move on, mate," Ron said. "I'll save you breakfast -
unless I eat it all first."

"Bugger off," Harry said, cheerfully enough, and Ron flipped
him off in a friendly way before bounding across the room to
put Neville in a headlock. Harry pulled the curtains close
again, and then his covers back, grimacing when he realised
he'd kept the sock on. He winced a little as he peeled it
away from the head of his cock and went to put it back in
the draw - only to realise the photo was still out as well.
Out and on top of his covers. Which meant Ron could have
seen it.

"Fuck," said Harry forcefully.

Ron hadn't said anything, though. Maybe he was okay. But
there had been that look. But Harry hadn't seen it clearly.
But the photo was right out there. Maybe Ron had thought it
was girls? What would Harry say if Ron asked? What if Ron
asked to look, what then? Fretting, Harry quickly got out
of bed, retrieving his wand. With one last look at the
photo, he tapped it. An incendio later and it was nothing
but ashes.

He dressed quickly, ignoring Seamus's question about the
smell - seriously, who knew burnt photos would stink so
much? - pondered skipping breakfast, decided that would be
too obvious, and hurried down. With the extra students from
the foreign schools, it was packed, and he had to squeeze
into the small space Ron and Hermione had left for him. He
picked at his breakfast, mumbling one-word replies to any
questions that came his way.

"I think we made him get up too early," Ron chuckled.

"An early rise is good for the brain," Hermione said, a
little pompously, and, "Harry, stop pushing me."

"Sorry," Harry mumbled, and moved back, except this meant he
was once again pressed against Ron. The heat of the other
boy was scalding. Well, maybe only in his head, but he
couldn't stop thinking about it. He was so fucked. And not
in the good way. Thank god for baggy robes, which hid the
evidence.

Although perhaps not enough, because on their way out of the
Great Hall, Ron with a piece of toast still in his hand,
Hermione touched his arm and quietly asked, "are you okay?"

"I'm," Harry started, and then Colin brushed past them,
close enough that his fingers trailed over Harry's hip,
though the smaller boy didn't look his way. "I'm good. I'm
fine. Triwizard."

"I'll help you practice your spells this weekend," Hermione
said, then almost immediately corrected herself. "Oh, no,
it's a Hogsmeade weekend, isn't it? Sunday evening then."

"Er, yeah, okay," Harry said, not really listening, trying
to see where Colin had gone.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I know you have to keep an eye
out for nosy reporters -- I still don't know how she's doing
that -- but, really, Harry. There's cautious, and then
there's paranoid. Look at Moody; do you really want to end
up like that?"

They both shuddered.

###

Harry tried to take Hermione's advice to heart, but he
couldn't keep his mind on it. He was so distracted worrying
about Colin and Ron and Cedric and everything that even Ron
picked up on it, stopping him in the middle of a corridor.

"Are you coming down with something?" He pressed a hand to
Harry's forehead, across the lightning-bolt scar. Harry
flushed. "You do feel a bit warm."

"I'm fine," Harry said.

"I dunno." Ron turned and called across the crowd. "Hey,
Ginny, come here and see if you think Harry's hot."

"I can tell he's hot from here," Ginny said, then squeaked
and blushed as all her friends laughed around her.

"I meant physically," Ron said, then frowned as the giggles
got louder. "Temperature!" He sighed as the girls moved
on. "Little sisters, man." His hand was still on Harry.
"I think you're hot, anyway."

Harry, blushing fiercely, pushed his hand away. "Leave
off."

"Not in a gay way or anything," Ron said quickly. "Say,
have you seen Lavender lately? Woof!"

He continued on in this vein until they got to the common
room, where Hermione overheard and started lecturing Ron
about sensitivity. While they were distracted, he sneaked
off, intending to go to his dorm room. When he passed the
door to the third years dorm, though, he came back. Looking
both ways, Harry quickly transfigured the door into glass,
prepared to undo it in a blink if there was anyone inside.
He could see no-one, so he turned the door back to wood and
then spelled it open, slipping inside.

It was easy to find Colin's bed - his was the only muggle
trunk, a big old steamer of a thing - and Harry knelt down
by it to examine the lock. To his surprise, alohomora
failed to open it, nor could he transfigure it. In
frustration, he pounded it with his fist and then swore.
That had hurt!

There was a soft chuckle behind him, and he swung round to
find Colin standing there, twirling his wand in his fingers.
"Hello, Harry. Looking for something?"

"Fuck you," Harry snapped.

Colin just smiled wider. "Like the lock? Dennis and I
worked on that together; it turned out much better than
those stupid badges. Dennis is quite precocious," he added
proudly. "He's only ten!"

Harry remembered Dennis from the sorting, the tiny boy
dwarfed by Hagrid's coat. Which had nothing at all to do
with today, damn it. "Give me the photos!"

"Okay," said Colin.

Harry blinked. "Really?"

"If you make it worth my while," Colin added. Harry
growled, but Colin's wand was pointing right at him and,
anyway, there was Dennis to consider as well. "I want you.
Just for a day - a few hours, even," he corrected. "This
weekend. I know a room."

"Look, Colin," Harry said, taking a deep breath and letting
it out. "I'm flattered, really, that you like me, but--"

"But nothing," Colin said, his smile fading into a cold
expression too old for his cherubic face. "We're good at
charms, me and Dennis. I learned from Lockhart, you know.
You can't wipe my memory. And even if you could, you'd
never find all the photos. Not the ones of you and that
Hufflepuff - you know he's shagging Cho too, right?"

"Yes," Harry snapped. "We're not boyfriends or anything.
It's just a bit of fun. No one will care if you tell."

"Won't they?" Colin sneered. "Well, maybe so. What about
the photos of you trying to break into my trunk, do you
think they'll ignore those too? Hogwarts Champion Thief!
That'll go down well. Trying to steal, what?"

"You know what," Harry said.

"My socks?" Colin suggested, fake-innocently, and Harry's
blood froze again. "See? I know all your secrets, Harry.
People like to make fun of me, call me creepy Creevey, or
mudblood dwarf. But you know what? I'm damn good at what I
do. I see things no-one else does. And I always get what I
want."

By now Colin was practically shaking, his eyes lit with a
fury that made his voice tight and commanding.

"Now, you go out there, Harry," Colin continued, "and you
play up being sick, and when all your friends go to
Hogsmeade without you, we'll have our fun, you'll get the
photos, and done is done."

Harry started to speak, but Colin flicked his wand. The
stunner barely missed him.

"And done is done," Colin repeated. "I won't even keep any
for my private collection, though you do make the prettiest
faces when Cedric's fat cock splits you open. Faces every
single person in Britain will see plastered on the front
cover of the Prophet if you try and fuck me over."

He considered this, and added, with a wide smirk, "in the
bad way."

###

It wasn't hard to pretend to be sick. Harry felt sick, and
not just about the photos. The anger in Colin's voice! He
wondered if this was how Pettigrew had started going off the
rails too, the Gryffindor who didn't quite match up. Worse,
being ordered around like that had been -- Not quite a turn
on exactly, but interesting in a way Harry didn't want to
think about but kept on doing so. Thoughts of Colin were
all mixed up, pity and fear and some weird kind of
connection, almost visceral, curling in his belly. Harry
couldn't put words to it. It certainly wasn't love at all,
but if it was lust, it was a kind he'd never felt before.

Thursday bumbled past and Friday alternatively dragged and
blurred and Harry found himself blindsided at odd moments by
the memory of Colin saying, just before he left the third
year dorm, "oh, and Harry?" and then catching Harry's hair
in his hands and pulling him down and slipping his small,
sweet, sharp tongue between Harry's lips. For all his brain
twisted at the thought, his body disagreed; his underwear
was forever being stretched tight by his traitorous cock.

At night, he tossed and turned; rather, he very resolutely
didn't toss, because as sick as jerking off while thinking
about your best friend fucking you was, it was nothing
compared to jerking off while thinking about what the kid
who was blackmailing you might want to do to you. Or have
done to him, because Harry would have taken quite vicious
satisfaction right now in shoving Colin against the wall and
pounding his tight arse until the boy begged for mercy.
Now, if he could just think about that without their
positions suddenly swapping and Colin taking him just as
hard, everything would be cool.

Harry turned over in his bed again. It was four, maybe five
in the morning. Saturday. He tried to ignore his erection,
but sweat had stuck his clothes to him and every breath made
his cock rub against his pyjamas, against the blankets, head
slick, balls aching. Fucking Creevey, screwing him up like
this - bugger. He needed new swear words. He needed -- he
really needed to jack off, is what he needed. Fine. He
would just think about Ginny. That was perfectly safe. He
wrapped his hand around his cock which throbbed with relief.
Ginny.

Except Ginny saying he was hot lead straight to Ron saying
the same, to memories of Ron's hand on him, to Cedric's hand
on him, to Colin's photo, to the thought of Colin's hand on
him, to memory of that kiss, of the boy's tongue licking
inside his mouth, of his soft lips rubbing against Harry's
own, and he clamped a hand over his own mouth to prevent his
moans escaping as RonCedricColin suckkissfucked him over the
edge. The first shot of come reached his chin, the next two
splattered his top, and the last few shot and dribbled over
his hand.

Sighing, Harry slumped back onto the bed. He went to rub
his fingers clean on the sheets, but a perverse impulse
brought them to his mouth instead, and he sucked up the
salty offering. One more day, he thought. Just today, and
then it's done, like Colin said. And then maybe he could go
back to wanking about his best friend in guilty peace.

###

It was still early when Harry woke again, urged up by a
demanding bladder. He stumbled half-blind to the toilet and
took care of business, returning blearily to bed after.

Pulling his glasses on to check the clock, Harry was
surprised to find a small package had been left on his side-
table -- no, not a package, but a box that artfully unfolded
between his fingers. Inside was a small pot of oil, a
wooden object, and a note. Confused, Harry took the wooden
thing out to examine it. It was incredibly smooth, as if
waxed, and vaguely conical shaped, although just above the
flared base it narrowed abruptly before widening again. It
was warm in his hand and vibrating very gently, and Harry
suddenly had a very bad idea about what it might be for. He
dropped it quickly and snatched up the note. It was wrapped
around three more photos of him and Cedric, Harry on his
back, Cedric working fingers into him.

'Dear Harry,' Colin had written.

'As you know, proper planning prevents poor performance.
Please prepare yourself for my prick with this plug. Use
the lubricant I provided. You may feel a slightly tingling.
The plug is also charmed to clean you out. After everyone
has left for Hogsmeade, come to the end of the fourth floor
corridor, where the school's photography club has set up a
dark room. I know you're looking forward to this as much as
I am.

'Love, Colin.'

"No way," said Harry out loud, and then quickly closed his
mouth when he heard Ron stir at the noise. No way was he --
'prepare yourself for my prick'?! No fucking way, Colin.

There was a faint whine. It repeated, louder. Harry
frowned, and then his face twisted in horror when he
realised the noise was coming from the plug, which was
beginning to glow and shake. Ron stirred again, and Harry
cast a silencing charm at the plug, but it had no effect -
except now a new line of writing was appearing on Colin's
letter.

'It will just get louder until you do it, Harry,' Colin
wrote. 'Today will go much easier on you if you just do as
you're told, I promise.'

"...fine," Harry hissed at the plug, snatching it up. "Just
shut up."

It did, though it thrummed warningly whenever his grip
relaxed. Getting back onto the bed, he made sure the
curtains were secured, before pulling his pyjama bottoms
off. Pulling his knees up, he uncapped the pot of oil and,
taking a dollop, reached between his legs. With a deep
breath, he brought them to his rosebud, first rubbing
circles around the entrance before pushing his finger in,
rubbing it all around. The oil warmed up inside him and he
caught his breath, but the complaining warble of the plug
kept him moving. A second lot of lube joined the first, a
second finger too.

Keeping his fingers sliding in and out of his arse, Harry
awkwardly oiled up the plug with his free hand. When it was
as slick as it was going to get, he replaced his fingers
with it, the end of the plug pressing against his hole.

"Just like Cedric," he told himself, and pushed.

It hadn't seemed so big outside his body. Even with the
finger stretching, he could feel his sphincter complain. He
pushed down, feeling first a dull pain, then a sharp rush of
heat. His hole stretched wider and the plug slipped deeper,
rubbing the inside of his rectum. Harry's cock twitched and
began to thicken. He pushed harder, and finally the plug
slipped all the way in, the relief of his ring closing
around the thinner shaft offset by the pressure inside. As
Harry shifted it around a little to get it comfortable
placed, the flared base pushed flush with his skin, his cock
hardened all the way.

Harry took petty satisfaction in wiping his fingers clean of
oil on Colin's note, and dropped oil, photos and note back
into the box, which folded close of its own accord.
Grabbing his underwear, Harry started to dress, moving
gingerly. It made no difference. Whether by biology or by
magic, the plug kept shifting inside him, not much, just
enough to be a constant reminder, just enough to keep his
cock hard and leaking. By the time he was finished dressing
- a t-shirt, his Weasley jumper and a pair of Dudley's old
jeans which were baggy in useful ways - the rest of the boys
had stirred, and Harry leant against the side of his bed for
a long moment before straightening (ha!) up and attempting
to look normal.

It clearly didn't work, but since everyone already thought
he was sick, it didn't really matter all that much. Ron
kept fussing but Harry couldn't decide if the other boy was
actually being annoying, or it just felt that way because
Harry couldn't concentrate, or stomach his breakfast, or sit
still because of that damn plug, shifting and vibrating
inside him. Harry really didn't want to know how Colin knew
his stuff.

Seamus made some unthinking remark, same as ever, and Harry
snapped at him, which he never did, and when everyone turned
to look at Harry in surprise, he mumbled something about a
headache and clambered off the bench, hurrying away as fast
as he could. Back in his dorm room, he hid behind his bed
curtains, hearing the others return, clatter around, and
finally leave again. Ron was last to go, and he stopped
just outside Harry's curtains.

"You alright, mate?" He asked, his voice oddly thick.

"Yeah," Harry said, wanting to go to him, knowing he could
never explain this. "Just sick. I'll feel better
tomorrow."

"I hope so," Ron said, which was kinda unusual, but he was
gone before Harry could work out why.

###

An hour later, everyone had left for Hogsmeade except the
younger years, and they barely noticed Harry as he crossed
the common room and climbed out of the portrait hole.
Slowly he walked down towards the dark room, the twisted
feeling in his stomach warring with the urges of his prick
and the waves of tingling heat from the plug. This was all
kinds of messed up, but what could he do? For Ron, he told
himself. You're doing this to keep Ron.

Holding the redhead in mind, he crossed the final corridor
and lifted his hand. The door gave away at his knock, and
he half-stumbled, half-fell into the room. It was bigger
than he'd expected, though cut into sections by thick
curtains, and Harry caught sight of a desk against the wall
before the door slammed behind him and a young, clear voice
called out "expelliarmus."

Harry swore, making a grab for his wand, but even seeker's
reflexes were no good when wrong-footed against magic. He
watched Colin, still wearing his school robes, casually
pluck the wand out of the air. Harry complained, "You
didn't have to do that."

"Better safe than sorry," Colin said, and smiled. "Hello,
Harry!"

"Whatever," Harry said. "Let's just get on with this."

"Don't be like that, Harry," Colin pouted, locking the door
behind him, and then pulling another of those curtains
across it. "Do you like our room? That's the development
area back there, behind those curtains. They keep the light
out, so people can work here. Or play."

Harry just glared.

Colin sighed. "I am sorry I have to do this, Harry. But
that doesn't mean you shouldn't enjoy yourself." He flicked
his wand a little, and the vibrations in the plug suddenly
doubled, making Harry twitch and gasp. "You just to have to
open yourself to possibility."

Walking past Harry, he put Harry's wand in a small cabinet
and locked it, and then turned to wave his own wand at the
desk. It shuddered and dropped to knee height, becoming
wider. A mattress ballooned out of nowhere. Colin sat and
bounced on it for a moment, then nodded. "Just right. Oh!"

He flicked his wand at Harry again, turning the vibrations
off.

"B-bastard," Harry gasped out.

Colin patted the space next to him. "Come and sit, Harry."
When Harry hesitated, Colin raised his wand again, so Harry
did as ordered. "There. That wasn't too bad, was it? I'm
sorry there are no sheets."

"You--?" Harry blinked at him. "Er. It's okay?"

"I want it to be good. May I kiss you, Harry?" Harry
stared. "You have to say yes," Colin patiently explained.

Harry swallowed. "Yes."

They were sat, side by side, at the edge of the newly
transfigured bed, turned towards each other. Colin's head
was level with his shoulder; he reached up a hand and ran it
back through Harry's hair. It felt ... nice.

"Colin," Harry started, licking his lips. Colin's eyes
darkened.

His hand cupped against Harry's neck, Colin tugged the older
boy down. Their lips met, Colin's moving against Harry's in
slow circles, coaxing Harry's open. The grip on Harry's
neck grew more forceful as Colin moved up into him, his
tongue swiping against Harry's lower lip, before pushing in,
sliding against Harry's own. Colin's free hand came down to
run his knuckles against Harry's jeans, over his cock, and
Harry whimpered a little against Colin's mouth. Colin's
tongue coaxed his forward into Colin's mouth. Harry tasted
-- something, he wasn't sure what, a little spicy, a little
peppery - clenched his hands against the mattress. When
they finally broke apart, he found himself panting for
breath.

"Nice," Colin breathed, pressing a light kiss against
Harry's scar. "I really do like you, Harry. I know I can
be a nuisance, but you've always been nice to me."

"Please," Harry started, having no idea what he was going to
finish it with. It didn't matter anyway. Colin pressed a
finger to his lips to quieten him.

"I'd like to see you now," he said, getting to his feet and
nudging Harry's legs apart so he could stand between them.
When Harry hesitated, Colin pouted a little. "Don't be like
that, Harry."

"I am like that," Harry groused, but when Colin tugged at
the hem of his jumper, he lifted his arms obediently,
letting it be pulled off.

"Keep your arms up," Colin said, and pulled Harry's T-shirt
after, thoughtfully straightening Harry's glasses as Harry
slowly lowered his arms. Colin smiled appreciatively.
"Wow."

Harry, who had seen both Cedric and Oliver Wood naked,
didn't think he quite deserved a wow, and something of that
must have shown in his eyes, because Colin reached out to
stroke his cheek.

"You're very handsome, Harry," he said, sincerely. "I mean
that. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

"Yeah," said Harry. "'Lucky.'"

Colin pulled a face. "I do hope you won't hold a little
blackmail against me, Harry."

"Why would I do th--" Harry gasped as Colin tweaked his
nipple. "God!"

"I was going to let you keep your jeans on for a little
longer," Colin said, fingers drawing slow circles on Harry's
chest, "but I don't think I will now. Stand up," he
ordered, a commanding note in his voice now. "Stop
resisting me, Harry, because hard or easy, we're doing this,
and you knew we were from the moment you shoved that plug up
into your delectable arse."

Harry couldn't argue. He had known. And no matter what he
did, those photos would still be there. There's no getting
around this, he told himself, standing. It was meant to be
encouragement but it felt more like justification. Surely
he couldn't want this on some level? Surely not? He
unlaced his shoes and kicked them off, and then unzipped his
jeans.

"Slowly," Colin said, watching intently from the bed.

Slowly. Right. Slipping his thumbs under the waist of his
jeans, Harry slid them down. Across his thighs. Over his
knees. Down to his ankles. He stepped out of them,
straightening up, knowing his still hard cock was obscenely
tenting out his briefs. Watching Colin swallow and lick his
lips was oddly rewarding.

"Come here," Colin said, and Harry did, resigned.

He shivered a little as Colin's small fingers trailed up his
thighs. The fingers slipped up his side, crossing his
briefs and then swept across his stomach to come to rest
against his treasure trail. Harry let out a surprised laugh
when Colin suddenly leaned forward and licked at Harry's
navel. The younger boy grinned up at him at the sound, and
then did it again, before kissing a line down, pressing his
lips to head of Harry's cock through his briefs. Harry
couldn't help the moan that escaped him, and Colin grinned
up at him again, scampish. Harry almost smiled back.

"I'm going to enjoy sucking you," Colin told him, and then
yanked Harry's briefs down while Harry was still gaping.

Harry's cock went with them for a moment, caught painfully,
before snapping back up to smack against his belly and
bounce, leaving a thin line of precome stretching between
cock-head and skin. Colin's fingers trailed through Harry's
pubic hair before lifting to break the strand. He rubbed
his fingertip across Harry's slit before lifting his hand to
his mouth and sucking his finger clean.

"Mmm!" Colin licked his lips and then, steadying hands on
Harry's hips, leant forward and slowly licked the head of
Harry's cock.

Harry bit his lip to stop from moaning, but only Colin's
hands on him prevented him thrusting forward into the boy's
mouth, and nothing could stop the whine that escaped him
when Colin pulled back.

"Not yet," Colin said. He pulled Harry's briefs the rest of
the way down, and Harry stepped out of them on cue. Colin
patted the bed again, and Harry came to sit down, but Colin
placed a hand on his chest and pushed lightly until Harry
got the idea and lay down on his back.

It felt weird, not just because of the plug still inside
him, but being naked while Colin was still dressed. "Aren't
you going to--?"

"Eager to see me?" Colin asked, grinning, stretching out at
Harry's side, casually dropping a leg over Harry's.

"I just want to get this done," Harry said, even though,
actually, yeah, he was kinda curious, had been since the
'prepare yourself for my prick' line in the note.

"Patience," Colin said. "No one's looking for you.
Victor's distracting the media nicely, and your friends
won't be back from Hogsmeade for hours. We have plenty of
time."

His fingers were still playing with Harry's pubic hair,
occasionally grazing Harry's cock, but never touching enough
to help with the ache. It couldn't be good, surely, being
this hard, this often, for this long? Colin was saying
something, and Harry forced himself to listen.

"--thought we could take a look through them, first." Colin
leaned over Harry to retrieve his wand, and used it to
summon a shoebox over. It came from behind the curtain and,
just before they fell shut again, Harry half-thought he saw
someone in there, sat in the shadow. He was going to ask,
but Colin distracted him entirely by opening box. It was
chock full of photos and, even at a glance, he could tell
they were all of him.

"Fuck," Harry swore. "How many did you take?"

"I like to be thorough," Colin said, tipping them out and
then snuggling against Harry's side. His rough robes rubbed
against Harry's skin. "Put your arm around me."

Harry, bemused, did. Colin made a satisfied sound.

"This is nice," he said, reaching to pick up a photo,
holding it so Harry could see. "Look at this one -- see how
intent Cedric is? What's he doing?"

Harry stared at Colin like he'd gone insane. "What?"

"You've got to tell me what he's doing," Colin repeated
patiently. "I want to hear you say it."

"You--?" Harry swallowed, tried again. "He's sucking me."
Colin nudged him. "My balls. He's sucking my balls."

"How did it feel?" Colin asked. "Was it good?"

"Y-yeah."

Colin kissed Harry's neck. "What about this one?"

"I'm - I'm biting him." Colin made a disapproving noise.
"I'm biting his nipple," Harry expanded, cheeks flushing.

"So cute," Colin said, and sucked at the pulse point at
Harry's throat. "Next."

"I'm l-licking Cedric's cock," Harry forced. He'd never
said this stuff out loud before. He and Cedric, sure,
they'd made suggestions, but they'd never actually -- not
with whole sentences. Saying it like this, out loud, was -
it was embarrassing. And weirdly hot.

If he'd been asked before today, not that any would have,
but if he had been, Harry would have said he was comfortable
with his sexuality, but it turned out that wasn't quite the
same as being comfortable with sex.

"And here?" Colin prompted.

"I'm sucking the head of his cock," Harry said.

"How does it taste?" Colin asked, fingers lightly brushing
Harry's cock, sending shudders running up him.

"Um. Good?" Harry tried. Colin made encouraging sounds.
"Sort of... fleshy, and a little salty and a little-- I
don't know. Cedric tasting."

"Tell me how it feels against your tongue," Colin said,
closing his slim, careful fingers around Harry's cock,
squeezing a little, but not stroking yet.

"Sort of rubbery, but hard too," Harry said, remembering.
"It's heavy on my tongue. Warm, too. I like it," he added,
before Colin could ask.

"Say it," Colin urged him. "Say you like sucking Cedric's
cock."

"I like sucking Cedric's cock," Harry said, and smiled. It
felt good admitting that to someone else; not just aesthetic
attraction, but the sheer raw physicality of it - like
before he had only been theoretical but now it was actual,
it was real. Colin smiled back, and then leaned down to
tongue Harry's nipple. That felt good too, but the smile
had reminded Harry of who he was talking to and why.

"I'm not gay, you know," Harry said, not really knowing why.
Colin just nodded anyway. It was kind of patronising. "I
like girls," Harry insisted. "I like Cho, a lot."

"She's very pretty," Colin agreed. "I have some photos of
her too. I'll show you if you're very good."

Harry grinned at that. "Yeah?"

Colin nodded. "But you like guys too, Harry. It's okay,
you know. There's nothing wrong with that."

"I know there isn't," Harry readily agreed. He could be
bisexual and proud without being out, damn it. "Sure, I like
guys too. I was just saying. I like both."

"Do you like me?" Colin asked, and Harry was surprised to
catch an unguarded look on the younger boy's face, almost
vulnerable. "I mean, not like Cedric, or even right now,
but. You know. In general. Just to like me, like a
friend."

Harry started to just say yes, but he made himself actually
think about it for a moment. "Yeah," he said eventually.
"I like you okay. I mean," he admitted, "I don't really
think about you much, because we're not in the same year--"

Colin chuckled a little. "It's okay, Harry. As long as you
like me just a little. Come on, we're reaching the good
photos now." He stroked Harry's cock, just once, and
Harry's hips bucked despite himself, making Colin giggle.
The boy was pressed so close to him that Harry more felt it
than heard it. He reached for the next photo.

"Cedric's squeezing my bum," he said, without prompting.

"Next," said Colin, sliding his hand off Harry's cock to
play with Harry's balls. Harry shifted a little, spreading
his legs, as he picked up the next photo.

"Cedric's, um. He's putting lube on my, you know. Arsehole,"
Harry said, feeling himself blush again.

"Outside or inside?" Colin asked, fingers dropping to press
against the plug still in Harry's arse.

"Both," Harry said, except it came out more a breathy moan.

"And in this one?" Colin asked, holding up the next photo.

"Fingers," Harry managed, as the plug moved inside him at
Colin's touch. "He's got two fingers, inside me. Rubbing
me." He could see Colin looking up at him. "It feels
good."

He already knew what the next photo would be. They both
did. They looked at it together.

"He's." Harry licked his lips. "He's fucking me."

"Who is?" Colin prompted, pulling the plug out a little and
pushing it back in.

"Cedric. Cedric is fucking me." Harry moaned.

"How?" Colin asked, still slowly moving the plug in and out,
just enough to start stretching Harry's hole.

Harry stared at him. "What?"

"How?" Colin repeated. "I want you to say it."

"He's-- His cock is in my arse," Harry said.

"Louder," Colin insisted, pulling the plug further out,
pressing it harder in, twisting it as he did so. "Come on,
Harry. The door is charmed. No one outside this room will
hear."

"Cedric Diggory's cock is in my arse," Harry yelled. "His
big fat cock is thrusting right up inside me! Is that what
you want?"

"How does it feel?" Colin asked. "Tell me."

"Good - amazing! Hard and full and-- fuck!" He moaned
again as Colin pulled the plug all the way out and then
shoved it all the way back in again. "I love Cedric's cock
in my arse! Oh, god!"

His head fell back on the bed and he panted for breath as
Colin's free hand came back to his cock. His arse was still
being stretched, fucked with the plug.

"Good boy," Colin said softly, warmly, approvingly. "For
that you get a reward."

Wet heat surrounded Harry's cock, and he couldn't help
looking down to see Colin's cherry lips wrapped around his
aching cock. Colin's tongue worked the head, while one hand
worked Harry's shaft and balls and the other kept the plug
moving. Colin was making hungry, happy noises, his head
moving, leaving bright trails of saliva on Harry's cock.
Harry's hand moved of its own accord to twist his fingers in
the boy's thick, mousey hair, and push him down harder.
Colin obliged, sucking Harry in deep, head bobbing, hand
still working the plug, twisting and angling and thrusting
it. Harry felt tension curl in his belly, felt heat ripple
through him from his arse, felt Colin's teeth lightly graze
his shaft and let loose a loud cry, bucking. His hand fell
away, and he felt Colin back up so Harry's cock head was at
his lips, hand milking the shaft as shot after shot of
Harry's come filled the boy's mouth.

One last hard squeeze milked him dry, and Harry fell back,
his softened cock coming out of Colin's mouth with a wet
pop. He sighed, feeling boneless and oddly empty - the plug
had been taken out, Harry realised, actually missing it for
a moment.

A young, high-pitched voice interrupted his reverie. "That
was awesome!"

That wasn't Colin. Harry pushed himself up onto his elbows,
and swore when he saw a younger, shorter Colin watching them
eagerly. It was Dennis Creevey in a bright clash of
Gryffindor jumper and blue denim jeans. Harry started to
speak as Dennis came towards them, but it became another
expletive when he saw Colin close the gap, tip his brother's
head back and kiss him. No - not just kiss. Colin still
had Harry's come in his mouth, and he was sharing it with
his brother, their tongues entwining, passing it back and
forth. That was his come, his fourteen year old balls come
in the mouth of a thirteen year old and his ten year old
brother. It was disgusting. It was hot. It was both.

"Just in time," Colin said when they broke apart. "Now we
can really get started." And he grinned the brightest grin
Harry had ever seen.

###

"Colin!" Harry tried to grab for his discarded jumper to
cover himself, but somehow his clothes weren't there any
more.

"It's okay," Colin said. "Dennis likes it. Don't you,
Dennis?"

Dennis smacked his lips and grinned. "Tasty!"

"You- you can't--" Harry stared. "He's your brother!"

"Er, yeah?" Colin stared right back at Harry. "I share
everything with him. That's what brothers do. I know you
don't have one of your own," he added, "but you must have
seen the Weasleys?"

"What? No, what?" Harry gaped. "The Weasleys don't --
they would never --"

"I like the twins!" Dennis said. "They really like being
photographed!"

Harry couldn't take this in. He heard someone gasp, from a
distance. Everything seemed to be at a distance.

"This- This is. This is wrong," he said. "I. I've got to
go. Give me my clothes."

"Not yet!" Dennis whined. He turned on his brother. "You
promised, Colin!"

"I did," Colin agreed. He smiled. "Sorry, Harry. You
don't want me to break my promises, do you?" Off Harry's
look, Colin nodded at the shoebox. "The photos."

Harry looked wildly from the Creevey brothers to the box and
the scattered photos, to the curtains and the door, and then
back all around again, before finally collapsing back onto
the bed and covering his head with his arms. "Oh, god."

He felt a small hand touch his arm and opened his eyes again
to find Dennis looking down at him. His hair was a little
lighter than Colin's, his brown eyes a little darker, but
otherwise he looked very much like his brother, save for the
sad look.

"You don't have to," Dennis said, sadly. "Not if you really
don't want to."

There were tears forming in the boy's eyes. Harry knew --
knew! -- he was being manipulated, but he couldn't help
looking across at Colin.

"What?" He asked. "What do you want?"

"What's going to happen," Colin said, simply and with
absolute certainty, "is that you are going suck my cock
while Dennis fucks you, and then I'm going to fuck you while
you fuck Dennis."

Harry gaped.

"Pleeeease?" whined Dennis. "It'll feel real good, honest
it will!"

"But you're," Harry started, and then turned back to Colin
to finish. "He's only ten!"

"You're only fourteen," Colin said, "and you let eighteen
year old Cedric fuck you. You loved Cedric fucking you.
Didn't you just say so?"

"Well, yes," Harry had to admit, "but this is different."

"How?" asked Colin.

"I've done it before!" Dennis insisted, wiping his eyes on
his sleeve. "Loads of times!"

"I always share," Colin put in, grinning.

"And we won't tell anyone," Dennis added, "we promise!
Don't we, Colin?" He looked to his brother for approval.

Colin nodded. "Of course. As long as Harry keeps his
promise, we'll keep ours."

"Cubs' honour!" Dennis said, giving the salute. "I mean,
wizards' honour!"

Harry looked between them, not knowing what to say. The
threat was clear in Colin's words -- Harry would be outed to
Ron if he didn't -- but still. Dennis was so young. The
top of his head, even with that mess of hair, only reached
Colin's shoulder, barely the middle of Harry's chest. He
was still trying to decide what to say when Dennis,
apparently bored of the wait, turned to Colin.

"Can we get naked now?"

Colin chuckled, looking at Harry. "Well, Harry? Can we?"

There was a long pause and then, defeated, Harry nodded.
What else could he do?

"Awesome!" Dennis breathed. He bounded forward to throw
himself at Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and
smacking a wet kiss on his mouth. Harry automatically
wrapped his arms around the small boy, but he was too
surprised to kiss back. Dennis didn't seem to take offence,
just turned to say "you first!" to Colin, and then back to
exclaim, "He's got hair now!" to Harry. "You gotta see it!"

"Would you like him to undress me?" Colin asked.

"Please! Would you, Harry?" Dennis asked. Harry just
nodded again and Dennis beamed. "You're the best." He gave
Harry another wet smack kiss.

"Kiss him properly, Dennis," Colin admonished.

Dennis nodded seriously, shifting in Harry's lap so he could
put a hand on either side of Harry's head, studying him for
a moment before tilting his head and leaning in. A warm
tongue slid across Harry's top lip, then his bottom. As
Harry opened his mouth, Dennis unexpectedly nipped at his
lower lip. Harry gasped and Dennis took advantage, slipping
his tongue into Harry's mouth. Lips pressed to Harry's,
Dennis deepened the kiss, his small tongue roaming over
Harry's, then pulling back, licking again, then pulling
back, until Harry got the message and let his tongue follow
into Dennis's mouth. Where Colin had tasted almost peppery,
Dennis tasted salty-sweet, like chocolate-coated come.
Dennis sucked at Harry's tongue, pressed tight against
Harry, so that Harry could feel a not insubstantial hardness
against his chest.

When Dennis finally broke the kiss, beaming, Harry looked
down in surprise. Colin interrupted him before Harry could
clearly inspect the young boy's bulge.

"Me first," he said.

Dennis scrambled off Harry, who sat up, legs on either side
of Colin. Dennis promptly snuggled in behind Harry,
wrapping his arms around Harry's neck again. "Go on!" he
ordered, giggling. "Clothes off! Clothes off!"

Harry couldn't help smiling at the enthusiasm even at the
same time the childish glee made him feel weird, a little
twisted and guilty mixed up with curiosity and arousal.
Despite having just come, his own cock had perked up at
Colin's frank accounting and Dennis's artful kissing so
that, half-hard, it nudged the top of his thigh. Colin
smiled down at it, and then reached out to take Harry's
hand, pulling it to the neck of his robes.

It was simple enough to undo the clasp, and Harry pushed the
robes back from Colin's shoulders, letting them fall to
puddle around Colin's feet. Colin only had dark socks on,
not shoes; Harry couldn't remember if he'd had shoes before.
Seeker observational skills only worked on glittery things,
perhaps. Though it was a Saturday, Colin was still wearing
a school tie underneath, so Harry pulled that loose first --
Dennis took it from his hands and draped it over a bed-knob
-- before tugging Colin's white shirt out of his black
trousers and starting to unbutton it.

Dennis started humming against Harry's ear, making Harry
smile when he recognised the tune as 'the Stripper'.

"Brat," said Colin, smiling fondly at his brother.

While Harry finished off the last of the buttons, letting
the shirt fall open to reveal a swathe of Colin's chest,
Colin undid his cuffs. When he lowered his arms again,
Harry pushed the shirt off Colin's shoulders, so it too fell
away. For a moment, that almost vulnerable look was back in
Colin's eyes, as Harry looked him over. The boy was slim,
but not un-athletic; his skin was pale, though a healthy
flush rose in it as Harry touched Colin's chest at Dennis's
eager prompting.

"He likes it when you play with his nipples," Dennis
confided, leaning harder against Harry's back, pushing Harry
forward.

Colin moved forward too and Harry, lost in the moment,
closed the gap to graze the small pink nubs with his teeth.
They grew hard against his tongue, and Colin hummed a little
before gently pushing Harry's head back.

"Trousers," he said, voice a little thick, eyes darkened.

Harry obediently undid the buttons -- the clothes were
wizard made, without zips -- and tugged them down Colin's
thighs, helping the boy step out of them one leg at a time.
Colin was wearing red briefs, pushed out by his erect cock.
Harry squeezed it through the fabric; a little slimmer than
his own and maybe half-, three-quarters-an-inch shorter, but
a good size for the boy. Colin gasped a little, his eyes
half-closing.

"See," said Dennis, in Harry's ear. "He's got hair, look."

Colin did, a thin run of sandy-blond pubic hair disappearing
in a line towards his covered cock.

"I wish our hair was darker," Dennis said. "Then our pubes
would be black like yours." He reached around to rub his
fingers through Harry's own treasure trail. "It looks so
cool."

"Uh. Thanks?" Harry managed.

"Don't stop!" Colin pulled Harry's hand back to his cock
and Harry gave him another squeeze.

"Take his pants off," Dennis ordered.

Harry looked up, and Colin swallowed and nodded agreement.
Hooking his fingers under the waist of the red briefs, Harry
lifted them away from Colin's cock and pulled. His fingers
brushed over the globes of Colin's arse as he worked the
briefs down, and his own cock twitched up further in
response. Dennis slid from behind him to his side to get a
better view. Harry had estimated the size correctly but, to
his surprise, Colin was circumcised, a purple-tinged
mushroom head neatly nestled at the top of Colin's slightly
curving four inches.

"You're--" Harry said.

"Yeah," said Colin self-consciously. "Mum let the doctors
do it when I was born, before Dad even knew. Dennis isn't
cut, though. He's -- well, you'll see."

"Yep!" Dennis laughed, his hand squeezing his own crotch.

"You look good," Harry said, honestly.

"Say he has a nice cock," Dennis immediately prompted.

Harry smiled. "You have a very nice cock, Colin."

Colin's cheeks flushed, but he grinned. "Don't forget who's
in charge here."

"Yeah," said Dennis, reaching out to curl his fingers in his
brother's pubic hair. "Me!"

He pulled at the hair, making Colin yelp and bat at his
hand, and then fell back on the bed giggling. Colin
promptly tackled Dennis, knocking into Harry too. The two
Creevey brothers, one naked, one not, wrestled across the
bed. Dennis let out a loud squeal, and Harry quickly moved
to break them up -- without his clothes, it wasn't like he
was going anywhere until Colin let him -- but quickly
realised that Dennis wasn't in pain so much as being
mercilessly tickled.

Yelps, giggles and yells of "get off Colin!" (with
corresponding replies of "I'm going to!") devolved into
happy noises and then the wet sounds of Colin, on top of
Dennis, kissing him into submission. Harry watched in
amazement as the brothers made out, hands roaming over each
other's bodies, as if they had forgotten he was there for
the moment. It was oddly beautiful. The light, wherever it
came from -- spells, presumably, as there were no torches or
candles in the room -- suffused them, made them as cherubic
as they were pornographic. Little devil-angels, locked in a
loving, lovers' embrace.

When they finally broke apart, Harry was as hard as Colin.
Dennis lay on his back, breathing deeply, eyes glazed, lips
parted, swollen and wet. Colin leaned over him, smiling
triumphantly, before pressing a soft kiss to the tip of
Dennis's nose, making the younger boy giggle softly.

"Now I'm the only one not naked," said Dennis, grinning, and
Harry startled; he'd almost forgotten his own state of
undress.

"That's not right, is it, Harry?" Colin asked. "I think
you'll have to do something about that." Dennis sat up,
starting to eagerly pull up his jumper, but Colin batted his
hands away. "Let Harry do it. Look, he wants to."

"You're hard again!" Dennis giggled. "You have a nice cock
too, Harry. It's gonna feel great!"

It was hard -- pun intended -- for Harry to remember he was
being coerced into this, when Dennis was so cute and
enthusiastic. He didn't even need prompting to crawl
forward across the bed and take Dennis's jumper in his hands
and pull it up. Colin joined in from the other side,
pulling Dennis's T-shirt up too. Static from the wool made
Dennis's hair stick up in odd tufts, which made Harry think
of all the times his Aunt had tried to make his unruly black
mop behave. He had been so young then, and Dennis was so
young now, and he really should stop, except Dennis was
already helpfully -- or, anyway, impatiently -- wiggling out
of his jeans.

Unlike the other boys, Dennis was wearing boxers. They were
baggy and worn and, as Dennis rolled over so Harry could
pull them down over the boys arse, he realised it was
because Dennis was wearing his brother's cast offs. C.
Creevey was written inside the waist in felt tip pen. Then
Dennis rolled back again, and Harry realised there was
another reason. Dennis proudly lifted his hips, thrusting
his own hard-standing four inches at Harry. Long foreskin
covering the head even when it was erect, a light tracery of
veins beneath the almost translucent skin, Dennis's cock and
balls wouldn't have looked out of place on Harry; on a boy
of Dennis's short stature, it looked positively humongous.

"Fuck," breathed Harry.

"I said he was precocious," Colin said, smirking and pulling
off his socks.

"I'm going to get hair soon, too," Dennis said. "See,
Harry?" He grabbed Harry's hand, pulling it to his crotch.
"Feel!"

How could Harry not? His fingers brushed the skin below
Dennis's cute navel and trailed across the curve of Dennis's
belly. The boy was heavier than Colin, with still a touch
of boy-fat; just enough chubby to be nice. Harry's fingers
dipped lower, encountering a soft peach-fuzz around the base
of Dennis's cock. He would have pubic hair within months,
Harry thought with a slight flash of jealousy because his
hadn't started growing in until he was twelve. Almost of
their own accord, his fingers moved on, wrapping around
Dennis's cock. The boy sighed happily and Colin breathed
something Harry didn't quite hear, though the tone was
definitely encouraging.

Dennis's cock was warm in his hand, twitching, soft and hard
all at once. Harry slid his hand up, then slowly pumped it
down, stretching Dennis's foreskin about his cockhead. The
boy made enthusiastic noises, so Harry went the whole way,
skinning Dennis back until the purple-pink cockhead slipped
out into view. Possessed of some uncontrollable impulse,
Harry leaned down to lick it. The faintly soapy taste
quickly disappeared, leaving only Dennis, who moaned softly
as his hips jerked up again, sliding his cock against
Harry's tongue.

Hands caught Harry's shoulders, pulling him back, and he
made a noise of protest, but Colin was adamant. "It's my
turn to get sucked. Don't worry, you'll get all of Dennis
soon enough."

"Mmmm," Dennis said, lifting his head lazily, eyes a little
glassy. "He's good, Colin."

"I know." Colin aimed a kick at the shoebox. "I've seen."

That brought Harry back to himself. He knew Colin was
trying to reassert dominance, that he shouldn't give in to
it, but just as he couldn't help licking Dennis -- fuck,
he'd sucked a ten-year-old's cock, he was such a pervert --
he couldn't help this, either.

"Come on, then," he sighed.

"You can do better than that," Colin said, moving further up
the bed so he could lean against the wall, legs spread in a
v pointing at the cock he was slowly stroking. "Ask me
nicely, Harry."

Harry started to speak, but was surprised to be interrupted
by Dennis quietly saying, "Don't be mean, Colin."

An expression Harry couldn't identify slipped across Colin's
face, before the boy ducked his head and sighed. "Sorry,
Dennis. Harry." He held a hand out. "Come here. Please?"

Shuffling forward on his knees, Harry automatically moved
towards Colin's crotch, but Colin's hands caught him, tugged
him up and forward, and he ended up sprawled out on the
smaller boy, their heads together and Colin's cock rubbing
against his belly.

"Does it hurt?" Colin asked, his fingers tracing Harry's
scar.

Harry shook his head, vaguely aware of Dennis moving in
behind him. Colin pressed a kiss against the scar and then,
when Harry closed his eyes, against Harry's eyelids, the tip
of his nose, the corner of his mouth.

"Please," Colin whispered.

The whole thing was too complicated for thinking. Harry
reached up a hand to run his fingers through Colin's hair,
trailing them through the thick mess of soft mousey strands
before cupping his hand against the back of Colin's head and
pulling him into a slow, deep kiss. Colin's arms went
around him, hands roaming Harry's back, to be joined be
Dennis's. Crouched between Harry's legs, Dennis traced
Harry's spin down, first with his fingers and then with soft
kisses that made Harry shiver and moan against Colin's lips.
The noises escaping him got louder as Dennis's small hands
squeezed his arse, as Dennis's fingers slipped down his
cleft to stroke slow circles about his entrance.

Colin broke the kiss to rest his forehead against Harry's,
breathing hard. "You'll like this." His hands stroked
Harry's shoulders, while Dennis's hands spread his arse
cheeks. "Just relax."

Expecting fingers, Harry tried; he squeezed involuntarily
when, instead, something warm and wet licked a swathe across
his hole. "Fuh--!"

He turned to look back over his shoulder. Dennis waggled
his stuck-out tongue before sticking his face back in
Harry's arse, licking him again.

"Cedric never did that, huh?" Colin asked against Harry's
ear.

"Nuh-no," Harry managed.

"Good?" asked Dennis. He pressed his tongue against Harry's
hole, licking slow circles around the rim, grinning a little
when Harry moaned and shuddered and grinning a lot when
Harry made a noise of protest as Dennis lifted his head
again. "All clean?"

"Of course," Colin said. "I charmed the plug; like a
magical enema without the mess."

"The mess is half the fun of an enema," Dennis retorted.

"What's an enema?" Harry asked, and the Creeveys both
laughed.

"Something for another day," Colin said. "You know
protection charms, at least?"

"Sure?" said Harry confused. "We did them in Charms - sex
ed. But guys can't get pregnant."

"Harry!" Colin admonished, wriggling out from under him to
retrieve his wand. "You should always use protection. It
prevents the spread of disease and it renders body fluids
inert, so you can't get anyone pregnant."

"And they can't use your jizz for dark potions," Dennis put
in.

Colin pulled a face. "Can't you just say 'come', Dennis?"

"Jizz is fun to say," Dennis said, laughing.

"Kids," said Colin, giving Harry a conspiratorial eye-roll,
only barely hiding a smile. He performed the charms,
stroking his wand tip against Harry's cock and touching it
to Harry's lips. A light tingle rushed through him, leaving
an oddly minty after taste that quickly faded when Colin
kissed him again. "There. Now you're all ready."

"Come on!" Dennis said impatiently.

Colin discarded his wand once more, returning to his
position against the wall. Legs spread, he took the base of
his cock between his thumb and first two fingers and waggled
it at Harry. Licking his lips, Harry crawled forward, his
hands going to Colin's thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles
as he leaned down and took Colin's cock in his mouth.
Colin's free hand dropped to play with Harry's hair as Harry
gently sucked, the other still stroking his cock until Harry
replaced it with his own. Dennis pressed his mouth to
Harry's rear, sucking at his pucker, and Harry moaned around
Colin's cock.

Dennis made happy noises, tongue swiping in every direction
between slow circles and hard pushes, wriggling inside
Harry. Pleasant tickles raced up Harry, drooling on Colin's
stiff prick, bobbing his head in accord to the insistent
hands curled in his hair. Deeper he went, swallowing, the
tip of Colin's cock grazing his throat, his lips grazing
Colin's balls, Colin's hair tickling his nose. A small
finger, then two, starting a delicious burn, joined Dennis's
thrusting tongue in Harry's arse. He hummed around Colin's
cock, gently squeezing Colin's balls; a distant moan reached
him, but his mouth was too occupied to grin.

A third finger pushed into him, all three twisting and
rubbing before pulling out again. There was a small pop, a
jar opening, and when they returned, it wasn't on the warm
slide of spit, but the cool slick of oil. Harry pushed back
as the lube warmed up inside him and his free hand dropped
from Colin to wrap around his needy cock. The head was
already slick with precome, but before he could get more
than a couple of strokes in, Colin pulled his arm away.

Mouth full, Harry made a disapproving noise. Colin lightly
smacked his shoulder.

"Hands off," he commanded. "We'll take care of that."

"Ready, Harry?" Dennis asked, and Harry felt Dennis's
slippery cock slide down his crack.

"Go on, Dennis." Colin tugged Harry's head up a little by
his hair, so that Harry's lips wrapped around his cock just
under the flared head, tongue working the slit. "Slip it to
him."

Dennis's cock slid up and down his crack a few times before
the boy pulled back to reposition himself. Harry felt the
blunt head centre on his hole, felt it start to press
against his slick ring and started to push down. Without
even thinking, his hand went back to his own cock.

"Harry!" Dennis and Colin simultaneously complained, and
Harry moaned in disappointment as that sweet pressure
disappeared, as Colin pulled his cock from Harry's mouth.

Panting, Harry looked up at Colin -- gaze trailing up
Colin's cock, shiny with his own spittle, up the flushed
chest to meet Colin's dark eyes. "Sorry?" he managed.

"I know us Gryffindors aren't known for their self-control,"
Colin said, "but you have to do better than that, Harry."

"We could tie his hands," Dennis said idly.

"What--?" Harry started to protest, but it faded when
Dennis pushed a hand under him to grab his cock. The boy's
delicate, artful fingers stroked him and then slipped up,
one working under his foreskin to tease his cockhead.

"It's to help you!" Dennis explained.

"You don't want to ruin anything, do you, Harry?" Colin
asked reasonably. When Harry looked back at him, it was to
find Colin running his tie through his fingers. "Put your
arms behind you, there's a good boy."

"It'll be better this way, honest," Dennis said, one hand
still working Harry's cock, the other tugging at his wrist.

Harry closed his eyes tight, then opened them again, took a
deep breath, let it out, and did as asked. Colin crawled
behind him, pressing a kiss to Harry's neck as he wrapped
the tie around Harry's wrists and knotted it. The soft
material didn't chafe his skin, but Harry found he couldn't
move, and he said so.

"Cub scout," Colin informed him.

"We had to give it up when we came to Hogwarts," Dennis
complained. "Wizards don't have cubs, unless they're
werewolves."

"Or animagi," Colin agreed, pushing Harry onto his back,
bound arms trapped under him.

It was uncomfortable, but not painfully so, and anyway,
Harry was distracted searching Colin's face, trying to see
if the boy knew anything about Sirius, Harry's sometimes-a-
dog godfather. Colin just looked inquisitively back and,
when Harry said nothing, pulled him around so that he was
lying with his head just off the bed. When Colin stood on
the floor, Harry's mouth was exactly level with Colin's
cock.

"Put something under him," Colin advised Dennis.

Harry lifted his head to watch Dennis pick up Colin's wand
and use it to transfigure his discarded jumper into a
pillow. Pulling his legs back, Harry lifted his lips to let
Dennis slide it under him, and settled down on it. Colin
moved forward to support his shoulders so Harry could watch
as Dennis got back between his legs. Part of him couldn't
believe this was real, couldn't believe that he could
possibly be about to give his arse to a boy four years his
junior in body and almost equal in cock. Harry wondered if
Dennis's cock would keep pace with his body, imagined Dennis
at his own height with a, what, eight, nine inch monster.
He swallowed, eyes closing and then snapping open again as
the boy pushed his legs back.

Dennis dipped his fingers in the pot of oil and, pulling his
foreskin back, worked the lubricant over his head and shaft,
before shuffling forward on his knees. With one hand, he
pulled Harry's cheeks apart, while the other one positioned
his cockhead once more against Harry's entrance. It slipped
a little, then found the mark and began to press in.

A cute frown on his face, Dennis stared intently down as he
inched forwards, pushing until Harry's ring gave way and the
head popped in, the ring closing behind it. Someone gasped,
and Harry couldn't be sure if it had been Colin, Dennis or
himself, or all of them, caught up in the moment. Harry's
eyes started to close again, but Colin reached forward to
pinch his nipple.

"Keep watching," Colin ordered.

Harry did, seeing Dennis's skin flush, feeling each inch as
it pushed deeper into him, rubbing his ring, filling and
stretching his tunnel, seeing those same feelings reflected
in the boy's face as he gasped and bit his lip and pushed
until suddenly Harry could feel Dennis's balls pressed
against his skin.

They were completely joined.

###

"How does it feel?" Colin asked.

"Hot," Dennis breathed, and Harry said, "Big," and "Good"
and "Filling me" and Dennis said "oh" and "moving around
me," their words running into and over each other.

Colin chuckled lightly. "Good boys."

Harry shifted a little and Dennis's hands closed on his
raised legs, holding Harry, almost pulling him, though they
were already as close as possible. That cock, so big on the
boy, felt even bigger inside; when Harry squeezed around it,
Dennis gasped, clutching at him harder, hips twitching.
Harry wanted to touch him, to touch himself, straining at
the tie that bound him tight.

"Den," said Colin softly. "Hey, Dennis."

The younger Creevey finally looked up, wet lips parted as he
breathed heavily, blinking glassy eyes at his brother. "Uh-
huh?"

"You're supposed to move, dumbo," Colin said affectionately.
"Go on. Give him what he needs." He stroked Harry's cheek.
"Tell him, Harry."

"Y-yeah," Harry said, managing to nod, his hair brushing
Colin's belly. "Do it."

"Say the word," Colin coached.

Dennis licked his lips, did it again. Harry swallowed.

"Move," he said; the word came out somewhere between an
order and a plea. Colin nudged him and Harry, realising
what Colin wanted, what he himself wanted because that ten-
year-old cock had started an itch in his insides that could
only be scratched by one thing, added, "Fuck me, Dennis."

"R-right," Dennis said.

Balanced on his spread knees, hands clenched around Harry's
legs, Dennis carefully pulled back until only the head of
his cock was still in Harry. Just as carefully, he pushed
back in, making Harry moan with the slow tease of it. When
Dennis pulled back again, Harry lifted his lips a little
more, and the boy leaned forward, both pushing Harry's legs
back more and using them for support as he sank back in, his
weight behind it this time, moving faster, somehow deeper,
better angled.

"Tha--" Harry started, and then the end of the stroke pushed
across his sweet spot and his words caught in his throat.

There were sparks under his skin, rushing through him.
Dennis did it again, and again, each time pulling almost all
the way out and then plunging deep, getting faster as he
grew more confident in his strokes. Harry felt sweat bead
on his skin, heard grunts each time Dennis hit home and
realised they were his own.

"Wow," Colin breathed. "Way to go, Dennis."

"Fuh," Dennis managed in response, hips working. "Nng!"

Harry lifted his head again to watch Dennis's face, undone
by pleasure, the boy's cheeks flushed, his eyes half-closed,
his mouth half-open; the peculiar beauty of sex. Colin's
fingers brushed the side of his face and Dennis slipped out
of focus as Harry's glasses lifted away.

"Hey!" he complained.

Colin folded them neatly, putting them to one side. "As fun
as this is to watch," he said, letting Harry gently down so
that the older boy's head was once more hanging back off the
edge of the bed, "I've got something for you."

Exact details were vague but Harry, looking down -- or up,
directions got confused when you were upside down -- could
see well enough to make out Colin grasping the base of his
cock and waggling it suggestively. Each new thrust from
Dennis made Harry's head move, Colin's cock swinging in and
out of focus. As the boy moved closer, Harry closed his
eyes. Colin smelt clean. There was a faint, lingering
chemical scent, developing solution, but Harry couldn't tell
if that was Colin or the room; mostly he could smell sex and
the soap the boys all used, like Colin had cleaned himself
in preparation. Remembering the note as the boy leaned over
him, Harry decided Colin probably had. Proper preparation
for prick performance.

The head of Colin's cock pressed against his lips. The head
of Dennis's cock rubbed across his prostate again.

Harry's lips parted and Colin's cock pressed in, sliding
against his tongue. He closed his lips around it and sucked
gently as Colin first pulled back, then pressed in again,
getting a little deeper with each stroke. Colin's hands
stroked across his shoulders, down over his chest, fingers
tweaking at his nipples. Harry could hear Dennis panting in
time to his thrusts, hear his own heart beating fast in his
ears. Colin made a little, almost whimpering noise,
thrusting deeper, pulling back a little when Harry gagged,
only to do it again, and again, until Harry timed it right
to swallow around him, letting the boy into his throat.

It took a minute, but soon Colin and Dennis were moving in
sync, the older brother thrusting in to Harry's throat as
the younger pulled out of Harry's arse and then both
reversing, Colin slow back, Dennis hard in. Neither spoke;
none of them made any voluntary sound. Still, the air
filled with grunts and groans, forced out of them by rising
heat and coiling tension, to counterpoint the wet slap of
flesh against flesh.

Bouncing with each incoming thrust, Harry's cock twitched,
precome strung between its head and his belly. The ache in
his shoulders, his weight on his bound wrists, the feel of
the bed and the pillow under him; all these things faded
away. It was like there was nothing in the world but cock,
invading stiffness and heat and his own, throbbing in
response. Nose pressed against Colin's balls, he moaned
around Colin's cock, feeling the boy shudder at the
vibrations.

Dennis suddenly sped up, thrusts getting shorter, harder,
rabbit fucking Harry's arse. In contrast, Colin slowed
down, long slides across Harry's lips and tongue and throat.
Harry sucked harder, something tightening in his belly as
Dennis grunted louder and louder with each thrust. Long
before it could break, Dennis let out a delightful squeal,
hammering his cock into Harry who felt it expand and jerk
inside him. The boy collapsed forward onto him, only Harry
legs keeping him up.

As the tension inside began to recede, Harry couldn't help
making a disappointed, keening noise.

"Just give him a second," Colin said, somewhere above Harry.
"Dennis can't squirt yet. He can go again right away."

Dennis made a happy noise of agreement. His cock hadn't
gone soft at all inside Harry. Colin pulled his hips back
until Harry's lips closed just behind his head. When Harry
licked at Colin's slit, it tasted sweet; sweeter than his
own and much sweeter than Cedric, who always tasted bitter.
Dennis might not have been old enough, but Colin definitely
was, and Harry sucked harder, wishing his hands were free,
not just to work his own cock, but so that he could touch
the brothers. Caress Dennis's chest, his little boy
nipples. Squeeze Colin's arse. Maybe push a finger or two
into him. Somewhere along the way he'd gone from reluctant,
through willing, to actual anticipation.

Maybe it was because, with Cedric, it was just sex. It
wasn't that they didn't like each other, there was just not
much more to it than, hey, a room, horny, let's go. With
Colin it was much more deliberate. In, okay, a really
fucked up way, but--

All thought went out of his head as Dennis started moving
again, first slow like before, but quickly building up
steam. Colin got into the act, pumping his cock into
Harry's mouth. The force of the impacts started him
rocking, and Colin's hands came back to his shoulders to
hold him down as the Creevey brothers' cocks filled him and
fucked him at both ends. The heat in his belly came back,
stronger than before. Each push of Colin's cock just made
it taste better. Each punch of Dennis's cock against his
prostate sent lightning through him. He was burning up,
thoughts exploding like fireworks in his head before they
could form.

"Don't swallow," Colin gasped out. "When I. Don't
swallow."

"Yeah," panted Dennis. "Fuck. Harry!"

They were relentless, pistoning in and out of him like
jackrabbits, cocks massaging his insides. Harry snorted
desperately for air between thrusts, feeling the heat build,
his toes curling, his muscles tensing, hearing Dennis
moaning and Colin chanting "yes, yes, yes", sliding across
the mattress with the force of their fuck, feeling his balls
draw up and cock expand and he yelled wordlessly around
Colin's dick as his hips bucked, shooting so hard he
splashed Colin's belly.

Dennis pounded harder as Harry's arse clenched convulsively
around his cock, his moans rising into a squeal as, less
than a minute later, he buried himself balls deep and came
again. More come drooled from the tip of Harry's cock as
Harry twitched with the aftershocks, trying to still suck
Colin but losing all coordination. It didn't matter. Colin
pulled back to just the head of his cock, pumping the shaft
was his hand; moaning Harry's name, he jerked forward and
Harry's mouth was filled with sweet, salty come.

It was difficult not to swallow, but Colin quickly pulled
out, his hands urging Harry upright. Some of Colin's come
slipped tantalizingly down his throat but the rest was still
in his mouth when Colin pushed him up into Dennis who lazily
kissed him, licking his tongue clean. Exhausted, Harry fell
back, wriggling around so he could lay his head on the bed.
Dennis scooped up some of the come on Harry's belly and
sucked it off his fingers, then did it again and offered his
hand to Colin who did likewise.

"See?" Colin sighed happily. "Brothers always share."

"Yep!" Dennis giggled brightly. He pulled his cock out of
Harry -- it came free with a wet plop -- and threw himself
down, half on, half off the other boy. Colin crawled onto
the bed, taking the other side, wiping his softening cock
off on Harry's hip and chuckling at Harry's small noise of
annoyance. They ended up cuddled together. It made Harry
think of puppies again and he smiled, and the brothers
smiled back at him, snuggling close.

After a long moment, Harry asked, "could someone maybe untie
my hands now?"

###

After his request had been obliged, and after Colin cast
simple cleaning spells over Dennis's protests that he liked
the sweaty-sex smell, the three of them returned to drowsy
snuggling; at least, Harry tried to.

The naked boys were soft, warm, and heavy against him and it
would have been easy to just stop thinking for a long while
and enjoy it. His friends weren't particularly physical in
their affection; sure, sometimes Ron dropped an arm across
his shoulders, or Hermione leant against him while they
shared laughter, but they didn't exactly cuddle ever. Molly
might have been over-bearing, but he still envied the
Weasleys for their constant, easy hugs that he found himself
craving from time to time. Touch, just simple touch like
this, was a rare and wonderful thing, and even though they
had blackmailed him into it, he would have been happy to
indulge.

Colin might even have let him, but Dennis had clearly had
better ideas and a much faster recovery time than the two
older boys. He started out gently stroking a finger across
Harry's scar before graduating to petting Harry's hair. The
slow, repetitive pull was actually more soothing than
distracting. Curled up against Harry's side, Colin's head
rested on Harry's shoulder, in easy reach for Harry to idly
mess with the mousey strands, earning a soft appreciative
hum.

Clearly put out by this response, Dennis started nibbling at
Harry's neck. It tickled and Harry huffed, lightly batting
at him. Dennis just giggled and did it again, harder,
trailing bites down to Harry's shoulder, sucking at the
skin. Colin lifted his head to see what his brother was
doing, dislodging Harry's hand.

"Stop messing, Den," he complained, pushing at his brother.

"I'm not," Dennis said, so indignantly it could have fooled
Harry if the boy hadn't promptly rolled on top of him. The
hard length rubbing against his hip belied the words. "Am
I, Harry?"

"Get off," Colin insisted, louder, shoving Dennis hard
enough that Harry let out a warning "hey!" that went
ignored.

"I wanna go again," Dennis whined, pushing back at Colin,
and suddenly the two were wrestling, both clambering all
over Harry to get at the other.

"Hey!" Harry said louder, dodging a stray elbow. "Guys!"
He yelped in surprise when a stray hand goosed his cock;
when he turned away, another hand squeezed his arse. Dennis
giggled and Colin made a muffled noise, and Harry gave them
the best suspicious look he could manage without wearing his
glasses. "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?"

"Mayyyybe," Dennis drew out, less concerned with Colin's arm
around his neck than with humping against Harry. "Are you
hard, yet?"

Everybody looked down at Harry's cock, which twitched up to
half-mast in response.

"It's sad being old," Dennis said, disappointed.

"Oi!" Harry swiped at him. "I already came twice, it's
only been a couple of minutes, and--" He frowned, trying to
sit up, spilling the boys onto the bed. "Why am I even
arguing this?"

"Because you want to earn the rest of the photos?" Colin
asked, all fake innocence.

"You're going to push that too far," Harry warned him, lying
down again. "This is the last, right?"

"The climax," Colin agreed, his hand on Harry's thigh.
Dennis groaned theatrically, and Colin chuckled. "Pardon
the pun."

"What do--" Harry started, and then lost track of the
sentence as Colin's hand closed around his balls, squeezing
and rubbing gently.

"I want Harry to bum me," Dennis said, cheerfully. Colin
pulled a face at him, which just made Dennis giggle. "Come
on, Harry." He squirmed against Harry's side. "I wanna get
boned till you pump your jizz up me."

"Do you have to talk like that?" Colin complained,
fingertips rubbing the skin behind Harry's balls, making
Harry's cock fill out faster.

"Yes." Dennis nodded, fake-seriously. "It's a rule!"

Harry coughed to cover the laugh that escaped him, and then
yelped when Colin pinched his skin. He attempted to look
apologetic and it apparently worked because Colin went back
to soft presses, his fingers drifting from Harry's balls
down to ghost across Harry's hole and coming back again.

"And you on the other end?" Harry asked Colin, already
knowing the answer.

"You want to, don't you, Harry? You have to say yes,"
Dennis added, sounding so much like Colin that Harry had to
lean forward to make sure he was talking to the right boy.
Dennis apparently took that as acquiescing because Harry
ended up with a mouthful of giggling-boy kisses.

Surrendering to Dennis's enthusiasm, Harry deepened the
kiss, slipping his tongue into Dennis's mouth, stroking his
hands down Dennis's back to rub and squeeze the boy's arse.
Dennis wrapped one arm around Harry's neck, stretching
blinding with the other to find Harry's cock, fingers
bumping against his brother's. Harry couldn't tell which of
the two started tugging his foreskin back and forth over the
head of his cock, but as long as they kept it up, he found
he didn't care all that much. He moaned into Dennis's
mouth, earning a matching hum.

"You're a good kisser," he told the boy when they finally
broke apart.

"I know," Dennis said, but he smiled proudly all the same,
swinging a leg over Harry so he could straddle him, reaching
back. "Cock time!"

Colin smacked Dennis's questing hand. "Not so fast."
Dennis pouted at Colin over his shoulder, but the older boy
was resolute. "You have to be stretched out properly,
first."

"But I already--" Dennis started and then, when Colin
glared, sighed heavily. "Okay." He turned back to Harry
and said, brightly, "Finger time!"

Harry couldn't help smiling. He wrapped his arms around
Dennis, pulling him close and then rolling them over, so
Dennis was on his back on the bed, Harry over him. The
boy's cock rubbed against his belly, and Harry chuckled. A
hand nudged him, and he looked up to find Colin waving the
pot of oil at him, presumably the same one Dennis had used
when he--

"I can't believe I got fucked by a ten-year-old," Harry
said, aghast, sitting back.

There was a long silence, and then Dennis piped up with,
"I'm practically eleven, if you add a few days! And a
month!"

"That doesn't really help much," Harry said, guilt starting
to wilt his erection again.

"I can't believe I'm saying this to you of all people,"
Colin said, leaning against Harry's back, "but you really
have to stop over-thinking this."

"I was trying not to," Harry admitted, eyes half-closing as
Colin reached around him to stroke his cock, "but it doesn't
seem to take."

"B-but," Dennis whined, "I've been looking forward to this
for days! And you liked it, Harry, you did, and I liked it,
and Colin really liked it, so what's the problem?"

"I said he might not," Colin started in a conciliatory tone.

"Colin! You've been looking forward to this for, like,
forever!" Dennis complained. "You can't stop now, when
you've always want--"

"Dennis!" Colin practically yelled, the anger in his voice
surprising Harry.

The younger Creevey suddenly looked overwhelmingly guilty,
even to Harry's slightly blurred vision. Colin slid off
Harry to sit at his side, playing nervously with the jar of
oil, an odd contrast to the self-assured control he'd had so
far.

"Oh," said Harry, realising. "You really like me. Like,
like, me."

Colin wouldn't meet his eyes, but Dennis said, "He's liked
you since he first read about you in the book."

"The book?" asked Harry, confused.

"The one they give to Muggleborns," Colin said, quietly. "A
brief introduction to the magical world. There's a whole
chapter on you; they have a photo from first year and
everything. The hero at Hogwarts. You were really cute,"
he added, cheeks colouring a little.

"Oh," said Harry again. "That's... kinda creepy."

Dennis smacked him. "Hey!"

"What?" Harry blinked at him, then looked at Colin. The
boy had pulled in on himself, his face gone cold, and Harry
hastened to correct himself. "No, no, not you! Me being in
a book! It's okay if you-- I mean, I don't mind that you--
What I'm trying to say, is--"

Colin finally smiled again. "It's okay, Harry. I said
before. You don't have to like me in the same way I like
you. I know who you really like."

Harry really wished he had his glasses on, so he could see
the boy clearly.

"If it makes you feel better," Colin continued, "you can
just pretend we're someone else."

"We don't mind," Dennis agreed. "It's just a bit of fun."
He grinned up at Harry, spreading his legs invitingly. "I
can be Cho, if you want. Och, Harry," he added in an
atrocious Scots accent, stroking his fingers against Harry's
cock, "yer bonnie bobby is so grand Ah dinnae ken if it'll
fit in me wee bahooky."

Harry managed not to laugh, though the smile escaped him.
"Cho doesn't really sound like that."

"You've never heard her drunk," Dennis said, wrapping his
hand around Harry's cock and pumping it. "There we go."

"Here you go," Colin said, offering Harry the oil again.

Dennis promptly rolled over onto his front, grabbing the
pillow from earlier and pushing it under his hips, wiggling
his arse at Harry.

"He could be anyone," Colin said in Harry's ear, sliding
back behind him. "Without your glasses on, how would you
tell?" He guided Harry's hand to the pot. "Go on.
Imagine."

Harry dipped his fingers in the oil, rubbing his fingertips
together. Just thick enough, just slick enough. Colin gave
him a gentle push. Harry reached out, wiping his fingers
down the cleft in Dennis's arse, feeling the boy shiver
under him. Colin tugged him back to the pot. Harry slicked
his fingers up again, letting Colin push him back to Dennis.
He rubbed his fingers across Dennis's entrance, and then
carefully pushed his forefinger in. Dennis's breath caught,
and pushed back, not letting Harry take it slow, almost
sucking him in. Tight heat squeezed around his finger and
Dennis exhaled loudly.

"Take it slow," Colin said.

Dennis promptly shook his head. "Two!" he demanded. "Two
fingers!"

"Typical Gryffindor," Colin sighed, dipping his own fingers
in the oil. "Too brave for his own good. Spread your legs
a little more, Harry."

Legs. Right. Harry shifted a little. He felt Colin's
slick finger against him, pressing lightly. Colin tapped
the oil pot against him, and he took the hint, collecting
more. As he carefully pushed two fingers into an
appreciatively moaning Dennis, Colin's finger wriggled into
his own arse, tickling his insides. Dennis squeezed around
him, prompting him to move and, as he stroked his fingers in
and out, spreading the boy's ring, Colin repeated the action
inside him with uncanny precision.

Creevey brothers shared, Harry thought.

Colin added a second finger, then a third. Dennis was
panting in front of him, humping forward against the pillow
and back against Harry's hand. Harry added a third finger,
watching in amazement as Dennis's small, glistening, pink
hole opened around them. The boy hissed, clamping down, and
Colin nipped warningly at the lobe of Harry's ear.

"It," Dennis panted, "it's. Okay. Don't st-uh."

"Careful," whispered Colin in Harry's ear. "If you hurt my
brother--"

"I won't," Harry said thickly, to both boys. The
constriction around his fingers eased and he started slow
thrusting again. Dennis shuddered and moaned in a way that
skipped Harry's ears and went straight to his groin.

His cock jerked again when Colin's fingers rubbed across his
prostate, making Harry grunt, push harder into Dennis. He
pulled his fingers almost all out, and then in as far as he
could go, feeling for the bump and grinning when Dennis made
a matching grunt-moan. When he pulled back again, he took
his fingers all the way out, watching the hole wink at him
before he shoved them back in. Dennis moaned louder, and
Colin made a pleased noise in his ear.

"Good, isn't it?" he asked. Harry mumbled agreement.

"Please," Dennis gasped. "I want-- In me-- Please!"

"Yeah," Colin breathed. He reached around Harry to rub the
oil over Harry's cock, did it again, and again, pinching the
base of Harry's cock hard when Harry moaned and shook with
the feel of it. "Turn over, Dennis."

Dennis did, repositioning the pillow under his hips, his
cock steel hard, his skin flushed, sweat sticking the tips
of his hair to his forehead. He pulled his knees back to
his shoulders and Harry noticed that the boy was still
wearing his socks, which made Harry laugh for some reason.
Colin huffed, but Dennis just grinned happily up at Harry,
breathing a little hard.

"Slow," Colin said to Harry, still holding Harry's cock,
guiding it to his brother's entrance.

"Hard!" Dennis insisted, making Harry chuckle again.

He wrapped his legs around Harry, bending up to meet him as
Harry leaned down, taking his weight on his arms. Colin
gave his cock a warning squeeze. Harry pressed forward,
watching Dennis bite his lip. The boy's ring strangled his
cock head, and both boys gasped. Colin's hand stopped him
moving either in or out. Harry held his breath until Dennis
nodded and then pushed forward an inch. Dennis was hot,
impossibly hot inside, and so, so tight, even with all the
lube they were using. Harry pushed forward again, another
inch, two, and Dennis cried out, making him freeze.

"N-no," Dennis managed when Colin tried to pull Harry back.
"I-it's good. Big--! God, Colin!"

"I'm right here, Den," Colin said, reaching down, so his
brother could grab his hand, leaning against Harry as he did
so, his cock teasing Harry's arse. They entwined their
fingers, holding hard.

"All the way," Dennis ordered Harry. "'sokay. 'magine I'm
Cedric. Want it all. Please!"

Harry didn't trust himself to speak. As the furnace
pressure around his cock eased off, he let his weight close
the distance between himself and the boy, sinking in until
he could feel Dennis against his balls. There was a sharp
pain -- Colin biting his shoulder; just enough to hold him
off. He moaned, hearing echoes. Dennis's free arm wrapped
around him, and he leaned down to kiss the boy, tasting
sweet sweat.

"Don't move," Colin said, like Harry could, like he would,
knowing what followed.

Blunt pressure increased against his hole. He bore down,
accepting Colin's length inside him, the whole of it in one
long, deep, slamming stroke that drove him harder into
Dennis who swore, clutching at him.

"J-just like Cedric," Dennis said breathlessly.

Colin chuckled. When he moved, his pubic hair pleasantly
tickled Harry's arse. "It's not Cedric he's imagining,
Den."

Harry clenched around Colin's cock, delighting in the burn
in his ring, in the stretched feeling, larger than Dennis,
smaller than Cedric, perfect in its differences. He only
half heard Colin speak. Dennis's other arm wrapped around
him and some small part of Harry, not focused on the
constricting heat around his cock or the fullness in his
arse, noticed Colin was reaching for something.

"It's not Cedric that Harry watches in lessons," Colin was
saying. "Not Cedric whose socks Harry wanks into." He
pulled back until just the head of his cock was in Harry.
"Is it, Harry?"

"N-no," Harry managed.

Colin's hand on his hip tugged at him. He slid backwards,
pulling out of Dennis, pushing back onto Colin -- who
suddenly drove forward, pushing Harry hard back into his
brother. Dennis groaned. Harry groaned.

"Who is it?" Colin asked.

"Wh--?" Harry managed as Colin pulled back again. "Fuck.
Ron. It's--"

All three boys grunted as Colin thrust forward, as Harry
slammed back into Dennis.

"Louder," Colin ordered, panting against Harry's back,
pulling back. His wand moved at the edge of Harry's vision,
making something rattle. "Say his name."

"Ron," Harry moaned, hips moving before he could think, back
onto Colin, forward into Dennis, fucked and fucking, Dennis
pant-groans echoing in his ears. "Ron," he repeated,
louder, and again, yelled, "Ron!"

"Harry," said a thick voice.

Harry's head jerked up at the sound, pulling against Dennis
who tightened his grip. Cool metal slipped against Harry's
ears and nose and the room came back into focus, the room,
the open curtains, and his tall, redheaded best friend
revealed behind them with unexpected, terrible clarity.

Horrified, Harry squeezed his eyes closed against the pale,
freckled face of Ron Weasley.

###

"Harry," Ron said again.

"It-- It's not--" Except Harry had his cock in a boy -
Dennis squeezing tight around him, keeping him hard despite
his horror - and a cock in him - Colin giving a little
thrust as if to confirm it. It was very much what it looked
like.

Moaning, Harry tried to pull free, but he couldn't get the
leverage. Dennis was clinging to him like a limpet and
Colin's weight, slight as it was, was enough extra help to
keep him down.

"Don't," Dennis gasped, and his voice blended with Colin's
as he added, "Harry!"

"Look at him," Colin said.

Harry shook his head, eyes tight shut. He just knew if he
looked at Ron that it would all be over. His friendship.
His life. Ron would hate him. Ron would-- He yelped as
Colin yanked at his hair, forcing his head up.

"Look at him properly," Colin insisted.

Ron wasn't speaking. Harry couldn't.

How much had Ron seen? Had he, not Dennis, been the figure
Harry had half-glimpsed earlier? Did he know about Cedric?
Had he seen Harry with the plug in him, seen Harry let Colin
suck him and Dennis fuck him? He felt sick, twisted up
inside, and yet somehow strangely relieved. His secret was
out. All his secrets were. Everything was over.

"Harry," Colin warned, that cold, commanding tone back in
his voice. "Open your eyes."

Harry shook his head again.

"You gotta," Dennis said. His cheek brushed Harry's; Harry
yelped when Dennis's teeth nipped at his ear lobe.

Despite himself, his eyes flew open. Dennis grinned. Colin
tugged at his hair again, forcing his head up more.

"Look properly," he commanded.

Harry tried to lift his eyes to meet Ron's -- why wouldn't
his friend say anything? -- but he couldn't. Instead, he
looked down. Ron wasn't wearing shoes, just those thick
socks of his that Harry liked so much. He wasn't wearing
robes, either, just a pair of grey woollen trousers. Like
all of Ron's clothes, they were worn, hand-me-downs, and a
half-size too small. They fit tightly all the way up Ron's
long, muscular legs, clung to his hips and strained
dangerously to hold in the massive bulge.

"See?" Colin said in Harry's ear.

"I-- I-- I don't understand." Harry licked his lips, eyes
fixed on the tent in his best friend's pants. His cock
twitched, and Dennis squeezed around him appreciatively. "I
don't-- What is this?"

"It's a big bloody boner!" Dennis cheered, and Colin
coughed around a laugh.

"Harry," said Ron again. "Oh, Harry. Please don't hate
me."

Now Harry did look up at him, eyes wide, sliding over the
Weasley jumper to meet Ron's eyes. "Hate -- I could never
hate you! Never!" he insisted. "I-- You-- You're--?"

There were tears in Ron's eyes, but he didn't look away.
"Yeah. I mean..." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "You
look hot."

"Temperature?" Harry managed, trying to joke, but,
seriously, how the hell was he having this conversation,
this - whatever the hell it was - while sandwiched between
two Creeveys.

"Sexy," Ron said, voice strained.

"He wants to watch," Colin said. "Don't you, Ron?"

"Yeah!" Dennis chimed in.

"You--?" Harry asked. The rest of the sentence was lost as
Colin rocked into him, pushing him into Dennis. He moaned
and his eyes closed themselves again, but not before he'd
caught Ron swallow and nod. "Oh, fuck."

"That's it." Colin's hands dropped back to Harry's hips,
encouraging him to move.

In moments, they were back in rhythm. Harry drove into
Dennis, making the young boy grunt or squeal, and then
shoved himself back onto Colin's steely prick, grunting in
turn. He was hotter than he had ever been, harder than he'd
ever been. Ron was watching him. Ron had said it was sexy.
He couldn't understand it. He didn't want to understand it.
He felt long fingers tentatively brush his face and moaned,
whimpered more like, turning unconsciously into them, even
as he fucked and was fucked. The world was cocks and
fingers and. He thrust into Dennis. He impaled himself on
Colin. Ron touched him. In to Dennis. Back on Colin. Ron
watched. Dennis. Colin. Ron. Ron. Ron.

"Harry!" Dennis gasped. "Help!"

He heard fumbling, cloth, forced his eyes open. Dennis was
reaching up above his own head, working Ron's trousers down.
Harry, propped on his elbows, couldn't reach out to help
without crushing the boy. How was he supposed to help?
Anyway, Dennis seemed to be doing okay, even though Ron,
frozen, wasn't helping at all. Panting and tugging, he got
them down past Ron's hips, Ron's boxers coming down with
them, his cock too at first. Dennis tugged one last time.
Freed, Ron's cock sprung quickly up to smack against his
belly.

Dennis let out a cheer, and Colin said "Nice," the Creeveys
drowning out Harry's gasp.

Ron's fourteen-year-old cock wouldn't have looked out of
place on Cedric. It might even have been bigger. Six
inches at least, it stood up strong and thick, dark with
blood, curving slightly upwards, stretching from Ron's thick
ginger pubes and deliciously freckled balls up to his thick
plum head, poking out of his foreskin. As Harry watched,
pre-come beaded out of Ron's slit and slid down, over a
prominent freckle right on the end of the foreskin. He had
stopped moving, but even Colin's impatient thrusts inside
him couldn't make him look away -- though they did force
grunts from his mouth, stirring Ron's pubes and making that
massive cock twitch.

"Help him," Dennis insisted, his small hand closing around
Ron's balls, tugging him forward, so that Harry almost went
cross-eyed trying to follow that freckle. "Go on."

The freckle called to him. He couldn't see where it was,
but he knew. His tongue knew.

"Harry," Ron gasped, pleaded. "Please!"

He didn't even have to lean forward. It was right there.
He opened his mouth, tongue reaching, finding, licking.
Salt-sweet pre-come. There was a moan from above him, then
another, mingling with the slick smack of Colin against him,
of him against Dennis. Another moan, a Ron moan, cut
through the Creevey brothers' panting. Ron was moaning,
happily moaning. Harry was making him make those noises.
He opened his mouth wider, encouraging Ron forward with
flicks of his tongue. The thick weight filled him,
stretched his jaw. He closed his lips around Ron's cock,
sucking, tongue working the underside of the head.

"God! Harry!" Both of Ron's hands were in Harry's hair
now, twisting restlessly.

"Fuck," Colin gasped out. "Fuck his face."

"Yeah," Dennis chorused. "Go on, Ron."

Harry moaned encouragingly around Ron's cock, risking
crushing Dennis for a moment so he could lift one arm, grab
Ron's arse -- I'm touching Ron's cheek, his mind screamed at
him: awesome! -- and pull him forward. Dennis's hand was
already there, doing the same, so Harry could go back to
holding himself up just before Ron took a single, hesitant
thrust. Harry sucked harder, humming around Ron's cock.
Ron moaned in turn, thrusting again, then again, until Harry
could swallow around him, letting the hot thickness enter
his throat.

"Fuck," said Dennis. "He's doing it!"

Ron tasted -- he tasted amazing. He tasted of Ron. Pure,
unadulterated Ron.

As if from a great distance, he heard Dennis gasp out, "Hu-
harder," and he obliged, rabbit fucking the small boy. A
small part of his mind was trying to tell them that this was
a trick, that the Creeveys had set him up, that at any
moment Ron would make him stop and curse him and beat him,
but the rest of him didn't care. It would be worth it, all
of it, the blackmail, the lack of control, the burn in his
jaw, just for the memory of this, the feel of Ron's cock,
sliding against his lips, across his tongue, down his
throat.

There was a litany of "yeah," "fuck," and "Harry," over him
and behind him, Ron and Colin's voice topped by Dennis's
high-pitched squeals. His own wet, muffled moans were
thunder in his ears. Dennis's arm wrapped itself around
Harry's neck, pulling him harder both into Dennis and onto
Ron. Harry could feel Dennis's cock rub against his belly
as they fucked. He could feel Ron's pubs tickle his nose at
the end of every thrust. He could feel Colin's balls
slapping against his arse. He was hot, burning up, on fire.

His magic slipped, wild. The bed shook. The curtains
billowed. Harry could feel the Creevey brothers' magic
rising to meet his, coiling around him, around each other,
pulling up through Harry and grounding itself in Ron. All
four boys moaned. The lights blazed bright, dimmed, blazed.
Someone yelled Harry's name - Colin or Dennis or Ron or
maybe all three. He couldn't take it. He could. He could
take anything.

Ron, he thought, with perfect, ecstatic wonder.

Except Dennis broke first, squealing and jerking under
Harry, his tight channel clenching convulsively around
Harry's cock, his grip on Harry pulling him deep and holding
him there. Colin just ploughed forward to make up for it,
his pounding cock slamming across Harry's prostate with each
stroke until it suddenly expanded inside Harry, Colin losing
his rhythm to short stabbing shoves as he came, grunting and
snorting. Ron's hands tightened in Harry's hair, knocking
Harry's glasses askew as he bellowed and shoved as deep as
he could, his cock choking Harry as it filled his throat,
shooting again and again, again as he pulled back so Harry
got a last mouthful of it. The thick salt-sour taste of
Ron's come was enough; still sucking and moaning, he emptied
his own balls into Dennis's hot, slick depths.

###

"You're squishing me," Dennis said cheerfully, so close his
lips tickled Harry's ear.

Harry forced his eyes open, pushing himself up on his
elbows. At some point, Colin had pulled out of him and now
sprawled out on his back at Harry's side, still breathing
hard, a wide, satisfied smile on his face. Harry could feel
Colin's come leaking out of him; it was kind of icky and he
reached automatically for his wand before remembering Colin
had taken it. When he looked around for it, he found
himself instead looking at Ron, who had sat down on the bed,
leaning back on his elbows. His trousers were still down.
His half-hard cock, still impressively big, rested against
his thigh, shiny with Harry's saliva.

I did that, Harry thought, amazed. When he swallowed he
could still taste Ron's come.

Dennis shifted under him. Harry mumbled an apology, pulling
back. His cock slipped free of the boy with a squishy pop,
and he rolled onto his side. Dennis's hand came down
between his legs to touch his puffy, winking ring, came away
wet with lube and Harry's come. The boy smiled and
stretched, cat-like, lewdly debauched.

"That was great," he said, a pleased hum in his voice.
"Wasn't that great?" The lack of response from the other
three didn't seem to perturb him. "That was brilliant!"

Colin made an agreeable noise. His outstretched fingers
ghosted down Harry's back -- a thank you, perhaps.

Dennis rolled over to face Harry, leaning up to kiss him but
stopping short and asking, "May I?"

Harry almost said yes, except he suddenly realised Dennis
wasn't asking him. He was asking Ron, who stared at them
for a moment, and then nodded. Dennis closed the rest of
the way, kissing Harry softly on the lips.

"Thank you," he said, and then, before Harry could say
anything back, he kissed Harry's cheek and then whispered,
"Talk to Ron," in Harry's ear. "He likes you like Colin's
likes you."

Harry stared.

Dennis grinned, sitting back. In a more normal volume, he
added, "I quite like you as well. That was awesome
fucking!"

Colin laughed. Harry just stared some more. Despite this,
Dennis beamed, before clambering off the bed and retrieving
Colin's wand. He cast a cleaning spell on himself with
casual expertise, and then rounded up his, Colin's and
Harry's clothes into three neat piles with an expert flick.
Harry, who had only mastered the summoning charm for the
First Task, was momentarily narked, but it was easy to let
go of as Dennis bounded around the room with enthusiasm,
unlocking the cabinet Colin had locked Harry's wand in and
generally tidying up.

The bed moved, and a hand touched Harry's shoulder. He
rolled the rest of the way onto his back to look up at
Colin, who gave him a tired smile and then leaned down.
Harry stretched up to meet him, and they kissed, a slow
swipe of tongues.

"Thank you," Colin said, as Dennis had -- and like Dennis
had been, he was talking to Ron, which confused Harry.

"I don't get thanked?" Harry asked.

Colin chuckled, climbing across him to get off the bed
before leaning down to say, "Thank you, Harry," and kissing
him again.

He moved to join Dennis, who cast a cleaning charm on him.
Dennis turned to do one on Harry as well, but Colin shook
his head, taking his wand back, and picking up his clothes.
Dennis put the box of photos of Harry and Cedric on the bed,
and picked up his own, looking to Colin.

"We're done," Colin said. "As promised."

Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"Okay." Colin and Dennis moved towards the curtain, and
then Colin stopped and looked back. "The thing about
bravery is it comes in many forms. Sometimes, the brave
thing to do is to give up what you want in order to keep
what you have. That is brave, no matter what anyone might
think. But sometimes you have to give up what you have for
what you want, and that's brave too. And you know what they
say about Gryffindors and bravery."

"We have too much for our own good?" Dennis asked fake-
innocently.

Colin rolled his eyes. "See, you totally ruined my exit,
now."

"We could stick around a bit and go again," Dennis
suggested, and yelped when Colin grabbed him, dragging him
towards the curtains. Laughing, he waved as best he could
with his hands full of clothes. "Bye, Harry! Bye, Ron!"

The Creevey brothers disappeared behind the curtain, which
fell closed.

###

"I'm sorry," said Ron, eventually. "I'm really-- I am so
sorry."

Harry sat up to look at him. It felt somewhat weird still
being naked, but he also couldn't bring himself to get
dressed. "Sorry for what?"

"I'm pretty stupid," Ron added, ducking his head.

"Colin thanked you," Harry said.

Ron didn't say anything.

"And earlier," Harry added, figuring this out, "at
breakfast... You knew."

"Me and Colin-- Colin and I," Ron corrected automatically,
shades of Hermione, "had a sort of a deal. I mean, he came
to me, but."

There was a long silence.

"Dennis says you like me," Harry said when it didn't look
like Ron was going to continue.

"Colin says you like me," Ron retorted.

"You were always-- You kept saying. Like with Lavender. I
thought you were, you know. And then--" Harry waved a hand
between them. "This."

"The thing is," said Ron, "after we saw Seamus and Dean
together, you, you didn't really say anything. And I
thought-- I didn't want to lose you as a friend and I
thought you'd be weirded out by the whole thing. I mean,
you were raised Muggle, they hate that sort of thing. Dean
told me."

"Yeah," said Harry. "I mean, other people do. Not me."

"You never bloody said anything," Ron repeated, louder.

"Well, you kept being all 'yay, girls'," Harry complained.
"How was I supposed to know?!"

They glared at each other, but it quickly turned into
smiles. Ron chuckled.

"I think we're both pretty stupid," he said.

Harry laughed softly. "Yeah." They were quiet again for a
bit, before Harry said, "I've been nicking your socks."

Ron nodded. "I worked that out."

"That's weird, right?" Harry asked. He looked up at Ron.
"You think I'm weird."

"Well, yeah," said Ron, grinning at him, "but, Harry, I've
always kinda thought you were weird. Weird and brilliant,
that's my Harry--" He ducked his head, cheeks going red.

"This has been--" Harry frowned. "This has been a very
weird day."

Ron looked up at him, cheeks still flushed. "Are you-- Are
you mad at me?"

"I don't know what I am," Harry said honestly. "I'm not
really sure what happened here."

"Colin, he. He came to me," Ron explained. "He said he
knew what I wanted and he could get it for me. He said it
was a, a service. He provided a service, for a service.
He'd make a good Slytherin, that one."

Harry shook his head. "Colin's brave, in his own way."

"Yeah," said Ron. He was looking at the box of photos.
"So. You and Cedric."

"It's just a thing," Harry said. "Are you-- I mean, have
you ever--?"

Ron shook his head. "It's only ever been girls. Girls and
you. And, well--"

"Colin and Dennis," they both chorused.

"I'm trying to be mad at him still," Harry said, "but mostly
I just. Because he's right. It's worth risking what I have
for what I want, and. And I'd really like to kiss you.
Please?"

"Oh," said Ron, his freckles fading into the flush of his
cheeks again, though he was smiling, a huge, wide, perfect
Ron smile. "Yeah, if you like."

"Ron," said Harry, crawling towards him, pulling his glasses
off, "I like so much the school chucked you in the Lake,
which, can I just say, Wizards are seriously, seriously
messed up people."

"You're a wizard," Ron said, his eyes on Harry's lips.

"Me too," Harry agreed, leaning in.

His lips brushed Ron's, then started to pull back, except
Ron's hand was suddenly on the back of his head, holding
him, and Ron's lips pressed to his, moving in slow circles,
and Ron's tongue was flicking against him, and he opened his
mouth to let it in, to let Ron in. Moaning against Ron's
mouth, Harry straddled him, wrapping his arms around his
best friend, his - his love, he allowed himself to think -
his love. Ron's big, rough hands stroked his back, pulling
them together as they kissed and kissed until neither could
breathe any more. It was exactly as awesome as Harry had
always expected.

"Wow," he gasped when they finally moved apart.

"You're hard," Ron said, looking down between them with
wonder.

"You're huge," Harry said, doing the same. "I'm titchy up
to you. No wonder you have so many siblings."

Ron nudged Harry's chin. Harry looked up at him. Ron's
gaze was sharp and sincere. "You're beautiful," he said.

It was Harry's turn to blush. Ron kissed him again,
pressing him down, and they moved against each other,
Harry's cock sliding up and down the full length of Ron's.
They both worked to get Ron's trousers the rest of the way
off without losing contact and then Harry, half-delirious
with the heat of Ron against him, pulled them down onto the
bed, Ron on top.

"Colin left the oil," he said.

Ron propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at Harry,
his eyes dark with desire. "We can-- Do you want--? We can
go slow."

"We can," Harry agreed. "I want to kiss every freckle you
have, but. We can do that later. Can't we? We can take it
slow later. Like, tomorrow, and next week, and month, and.
Too much?"

"Not enough," said Ron, smiling. "We'll need years."

Harry grinned. "Slow later. This, now."

"You really want me?" Ron asked, his smile fading, becoming
hesitant.

"I really want you," Harry agreed, pulling him down to kiss
him again.

They didn't speak much after that, not for a while. Like it
was almost sacred -- no, Harry thought as he spread his
legs. It was. It was their sacrament. He took the oil,
took Ron in his hands, thick and hot and alive against his
fingers. He arched his back and gasped as Ron's calloused
fingers pushed into him, into a hole already slick with
Colin's come. And that too was okay. Colin had eased them
together outside. It was only fitting he helped ease them
together inside. And then both hands were done and Ron was
between his legs, guiding himself, both moaning when his
cockhead pressed against Harry's entrance, when it slowly
forced the used ring wider still, Harry grunting and
snorting for breath and not letting Ron stop, arms and legs
around Ron, pulling him on, pulling him in, that massive
length stretching him to his limit, filling him, agony and
ecstasy, Ron's head buried against Harry's neck, his cock
buried in Harry's arse, Harry's cock trapped between them
and rubbing wet streaks across his freckled belly.

"Ron," said Harry and, knowing suddenly that he could, that
he was free to do so, said it, yelled it again. "Ron!
Ron!"

And Ron said, "Harry," so soft and so sweet, gentle and
giant as he slowly pulled back and thrust forward, building
up steam until he was pounding his crying, grateful best
friend into the bed, neither wanting to stop, both knowing
they never had to.

It was picture perfect.

###

"Awww," said Dennis.

Like a one-way mirror, they could see through the charmed
curtain without being seen. Hear through it too. The
creaking of the bed. Ron and Harry's moans. Dennis, who
hadn't bothered getting dressed, reached down, absently
playing with himself.

"I'm glad they got together," he added. "I honestly thought
they'd both freak out the second we left."

Colin chuckled. He was dressed, sitting in the same seat
Ron had been watching from the whole time he'd been with
Harry. "Gryffindors."

"Hey!" Dennis pouted. "We're Gryffindors too."

Colin laughed outright, holding his arms out. After a
moment, Dennis came to join him in the chair, snuggling.

"That was fun," he said.

"Yeah." Colin smiled, a little sadly.

"Does it hurt?" Dennis asked quietly.

"A little," Colin admitted, smiling when his brother hugged
him tighter. "But I always knew he loved someone else.
Anyway, I got what I wanted, as much as I could. And you
had fun, huh?" He mussed his brother's hair.

"I did." Dennis grinned. "Colin's Picture Service.
Everyone satisfied: guaranteed." Colin laughed. "You're
the best brother in the whole wide world. And maybe space."

"Maybe space?"

"Well, I've never met an alien," Dennis pointed out. "I
can't know for certain."

He yelped and giggled as Colin dug his fingers into Dennis's
sides. After a couple of moments, they both subsided,
Dennis in Colin's lap, leaning against his shoulder as they
watched Harry and Ron go at it on the bed, Ron flushed and
panting, Harry rocking and moaning under him.

"Hey," said Dennis after a long moment. "Did you give back
all the photos?"

"The ones clearly of Harry, sure," Colin said. "Why?"

"Welllll," Dennis drawled out, sitting up with an impish
smile. Colin grinned.

###

Hogsmeade weekend had been a bit of a bust for Cedric. He
couldn't go anywhere without being surrounded by hordes of
interested people, most of them complete strangers. He'd
been mobbed in Honeydukes, the Three Broomsticks, and the
Hog's Head. Only with a bit of Seeker-style misdirection
had he managed to sneak away from the crowd, back towards
the station where the carriages up to Hogwarts left. There
was one waiting, and he jumped in, falling into his seat as
the carriage immediately started away.

Sighing, he ran his hands back through his hair, making it
stick up at odd angles. Why he'd decided to sign up for
this damn thing--! He sighed again, leaning back in his
seat, catching a glimpse of the lake out of the window.
Stupid second task. He turned his head to look out the
other window, except, half-way around, he suddenly realised
that there were too mousey-haired boys sitting in the
shadows opposite, the elder with a camera hanging around his
neck.

"You're not press are you?" Cedric asked.

"Hello!" said the smaller of the two. "I'm Dennis! And
that's my brother Colin! We're big fans of yours!"

"Er," said Cedric, eying the doors and realising he was
trapped. "Thanks. Um, look, not meaning to be rude, but--"

"The thing is," Colin interrupted him, "I've got some new
photos I thought you might like to see..."