AN:Hey every one. I was toying around wit ha few ideas and started to write this. It's sort of based off a picture I'd seen once. It looked like Harry and Draco's school photos but each panel seemed like each picture moved and had a story. I though "Hey I don't think I've read a story about pictures at school!" I don't know about the rest of you but School photos were practically apart of life for me grade school through high school. I'm not sure if it's like that every where, but it sounded like a good idea to me. Oh and yes I will be doing all school years, and yes this is a Draco x Harry story so it will have romance in later chapters. Enjoy. ^_^
Disclamer: I do not own any of the characters from the Harry Potter series. I do however own the plot to his story so don't steal it. If you want to use the basic idea though, be my guest just remember to send me a link so I can read it.
Picture Perfect
By Yurushi-chan
Year one.
November 5th
Harry was sitting on his bed finishing an essay for History of magic when Ron explained it all to him. Really he should have expected it, especially with how different wizarding photos were from muggle ones. Still it came as a bit of a surprise.
"Yeah Fred and Gorge told me about it. They take your photo every fall, then they send samples to your parent, they get to choose the ones they like best and send money for them. It's one of the things Mum says is a must because of how quickly we're growing up or something. I always wondered where we got some of the pictures at home." Harry smiled at his red headed friend. It was times like this when he felt a bit jealous; he wished he had older brothers to give him a heads up for stuff like this. In any case he was a bit worried, Dumbledore would prevent any of the pictures from reaching the Dursleys right? He didn't think Uncle Vernon would appreciate owls again, not to mention the magical pictures that moved. He was almost positive he would be punished for letting them get there in the first place.
In any case, he still had to take the photo. Strange really, this would be one of the first pictures of himself he would see. With the Durslyes he never got to take family pictures with them, and school pictures were never bought. It would be an interesting experience, and he wondered what he should do with the pictures once he got them.
So here he stood in line with all the other fist years of his house…immediately next to the Slytherins no less. Hermione stood in front of him fussing with her hair, hoping to get it to lay flat, Ron was behind him snacking on a chocolate frog he had found in the pocket of his robes. He smiled a bit at their attitudes, complete opposites as usual. It was a little strange to think that they were all friends now, but he wouldn't trade it for the world.
He, himself was absently fighting with his uniforms tie, loosening and tightening it in his nervousness. He knew better then to try like Hermione to flatten out his hair, whenever he tried it always ended up worse then it started. It was a curse, his hair never laid flat except when it grew past his ears. Besides that, he had washed his face and made sure his glasses were sitting straight. There wasn't really much he could do. Luckily for him the pictures were taken in uniform, so he didn't have to find an outfit, not that he would own something appropriate for pictures. All his casual clothes were Dudley hand –me-downs.
The line was moving fairly quickly, obviously the Photographer didn't want to spend any more time than necessary taking pictures of hundreds of snot nosed kids, or something of the sort. Of course what would standing besides Slytherins be without their rude gestures, and snide comments?
"Granger, just forget it. You'll never get the hedgehog off your head...oh wait…that's your hair."
Draco Malfoys remark was immediately followed by a round of laughter from the students in green. Harry narrowed his eyes, barely holding back a response. It would really suck if he lost what little tidiness he had for his first school picture. He had to remind himself of that when he saw Hermione's humiliated blush. He hated it when his friends were uncomfortable or embarrassed, always remembering what it felt like when he was in that position.
Of course it didn't stop there, not while Malfoy was ahead. "Really, Weasel, can your family even afford this? And even if they could why in the world would your parents want a picture of their ugliest child?" He asked in mock horror putting a hand on his chest. The laughter picked up again as Ron glared at the Slytherins, one hand resting by the pocket that held his wand. Harry rolled his eyes at the overly dramatic blond.
"Ignore him Ron…" he murmured to his red head friend, hoping to prevent a fight. He didn't think that Mrs. Weasley would be very happy if Ron had a black eye in his picture. Harry tried his best to follow his own advice, it was more difficult then he thought it would be with Malfoys cronies giggling at his every insult. Harry wondered why the other boy was being so persistent in picking fights with them.
'I mean it's not like I go around randomly insulting him!' he though in annoyance. He figured it didn't matter, a bully was a bully. It seemed he had been right in his first impression of Malfoy. It was a little bit disheartening to know that he couldn't escape such cruelty even at a magical place like Hogwarts.
"And Potter, why in the world are you here? It's not like you have parents to appreciate you photos."
That, unlike the comments thrown at his friends, was a rather low blow. It had only been about five days after Halloween, the death day of his parents as he now knew. Despite the adventure he had gone on in saving Hermione, he had not forgotten that little fact. How could he when it was constantly shoved in his face by curious students. Harry ignored the pang in his chest at the remark, but it seemed like it was the last straw for the red head. Ron launched himself at the blond menace only to be held back by both Harry and Hermione. Unfortunately Ron went for his wand once he found himself unable to physically attack Malfoy. The Slytherins of course retaliated and spells flew back and forth.
During this Harry couldn't help but feel a bit comforted at the fact that he now had friends who would stand up for him. He had someone who would stay by him despite the unfortunate events that seemed to be attracted to his very being.
It ended up being Professor McGonagall who broke up the mini house war. She was furious.
"Really!" she hissed indignantly holding Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Draco back, whilst everyone else went up to take their pictures. "I expected better of you, all of you! Ten points from each of you!" She snapped. "Now get in line and one your pictures are taken get straight to your dorms." With that she stomped off.
Harry shared a look with Ron and they both hid snickers behind shaking hands as Malfoy strutted arrogantly up to the photographer and had his picture taken. The Malfoy heir had bright purple hair; courtesy of one of Rons spells. Lucky for them, it seemed he hadn't noticed either (though he did have a small look of suspicion on his face.) They didn't bother to hide their hide their wide smiles once his turn was finished. Hermione it seemed couldn't decide whether to smile with them or frown disapprovingly. She ended up with a small smile and it didn't seem to fade for the rest of the day.
Their turn was coming up quick and they quickly tidied themselves up again and got in line. Harry let his friends go ahead of him, figuring that it wouldn't matter much. The black haired boy didn't see Malfoys look of rage when Pansy skipped up to him and whispered in his ear. Nor, did the boy-who-lived see the Slytherin pull out his wand and chant a spell as Harry stepped up for his turn. And he definitely didn't notice two flashes of light when the camera went off.
Harry Rubbed his eyes tiredly as he sank onto his seat at the Gryffindor table. It was breakfast time and he was barely awake. It took a full five minutes before his friends were able to get his attention.
"Harry!" Ron said waving a hand in the green eyed boys face. Harry flinched and looked up at him.
"What?" he asked tiredly. The red head scowled and gestured at the table.
"Hedwig has a package for you." He said before going back to his breakfast, sending small annoyed glances at him in between bites. Harry sighed promising silently to apologize to Ron for ignoring him when he was more awake.
He shoved a piece of bacon at his owl before taking the package tied to her legs. 'I know I've seen that name somewhere.' He thought as he ripped open the paper. His jaw dropped as a few photos fell to the table. He remembered where he had seen the name; it was the last name of the Photographer who had taken their pictures the week before. That however hadn't been the reason for his shock. No, he was absolutely flabbergasted because in his pictures he had hot pink hair. He shuffled through the small pile and found it was the same for all four of them. His face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly stuffed them back into the packaging.
"Oh are those your pictures? How come you got them here?" Hermione asked curiously. He shook his head in responce. There was no way he was going to show these pictures to anyone. Still, they were the only ones he had of himself (excepting those from when he was a baby) .Keeping that in mind he wasn't just going to throw them away either. Still annoyed, he cast a suspicious glance at the Slytherins. He would bet his broom that Draco Malfoy had something to do with the state of his pictures.
