Disclaimer: I do not own Neville Longbottom or Blaise Zabini. They are the property of the J.K. Rowling and her publishers.

Neville was sure that his face was never going to go back to its normal color. He had been doing a pretty bang-up job of looking like a tomato for the past month now and it was all because of Blaise and his bloody camera. He cursed the day Blaise became fascinated with the gadget. It wasn't unusual for him to greet you with a bright flash from his camera nowadays.

Now, Neville would have been happy for his boyfriend had it not been for the fact that the bloody thing was, more often that not, pointed his way. Everything he did is now recorded in film and he hated it. He was the clumsiest person on the face of the earth and Blaise found it prudent to capture every single one of his clumsy moments. He knew that Blaise found his clumsiness exasperating most of the time and he hated it.

Right now, he was with a Blaise in his dark room. No matter how many times Neville told him that he didn't want to be there for the development of the pictures, Blaise insisted that he absolutely had to be there. Blaise had begged and prodded him until he finally used those blasted puppy dog eyes on him until he caved. He was just waiting for the moment of truth where Blaise will take one look at the pictures, sneer at him, and tell him to get the hell out of their apartment.

"Aren't you excited, love?" Blaise's giddy voice asked.

"Yeah. Excited." Neville replied faintly. Blaise immediately turned around to face him.

"What's wrong, Nev?" his boyfriend asked with concern in his voice.

"Nothing!" he replied hastily. He backtracked quickly, however, upon the look on his boyfriend's face. "I-it's just that, I-I..." he stuttered before he gathered his Gryffindor courage and continued faintly, "I'm the subject of most of your photos and I'm scared that you will be disappointed." Neville winced at how pathetic that sounded.

"Neville... Why would I be disappointed? You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Nothing will ever change that." Blaise said with a smile. "Now, let's take a look see, yeah?" Nevill nodded reluctantly and with his boyfriend's help, carefully maneuvered the room until they stood back-to-chest in front of the hanging photos.

The photos slowly cleared up and Neville reluctantly looked up. He had to stifle a gasp as he saw Blaise's photos. Picture after picture of him was hanging around the darkened room. He was already expecting that, of course, but what really got him was that he didn't look nearly as awkward as he felt. He actually looked - dare he say it? - handsome. One photo was of him in his greenhouse smiling at his plants and occasionally opening his mouth to talk to them. Another was of him laughing at something behind the camera with a flushed face. Hanging beside that was one of him standing in the middle of the kitchen with a bright red blush and a sheepish smile on his face as he gestured around the ruined room.

Neville jumped when he felt Blaise's hot breath on his ear.

"There," he said pointing at one of the pictures. "That's my favorite out of the bunch." He was pointing at a picture of him waking up. Neville watched as his eyes slowly opened and his mouth immediately opened to say three distinct words.

Neville flushed when he realized what exactly he was saying in the picture. He blushed a much deeper red when Blaise's voice whispered in his ear, "I love you, too."

A/N: Go on. Say it. It's the sappiest thing you have ever read. Hahaha. I've been fangirling over these boys for quite some time now and I figured it was time to finally use them for one of my fics. Hope you enjoyed that! Leave a review on your way out please. *wink*