Rating: R
Warnings: Course language, anal, Male/Male, Rimming, Oral sex, Sexual situations, uncomfortable settings, rape, violence, use of alcohol, and possibly more later.
Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE Colin/?, Colin/Draco, Seamus/Colin, Dennis/Seamus, Ron/Hermione, and possibly more later.
Crushes. What are they really? Why does one get a crush? What happens when the crush turns into infatuation? Love? Lust? Or an obsession? What becomes of the person who is 'crushing'? What about the one being 'crushed' on? What happens when the desire one feels towards another becomes so intense that they will do anything to please that person? Would they lie to get the one they lust after? Steal for them? Die for them? What about killing? How far can one go to get the love of their life? Their crush? Their obsession?
Bright light shot through the castle flooding the great hall with an orangey glow. The students were gathered along their house tables enjoying their breakfast. A small, dark blonde boy sat with a dazed look on his face, fiddling with his camera strap. If he took a picture it would be far too obvious but if he didn't then he wouldn't have the photo to look at so he could remember this moment.
He watched the seventh years in their quidditch uniforms. He could care less about the boys and girls in his year or the ones below. He sighed and glanced down at his lap, cursing in his mind. He knew he was a bit strange, I mean how many other boys had stacks of photos of their peers, some in the shower even. But there was one in particular, one seventeen year old boy that always caught his attention. He was beautiful to him. If only he could run his fingers through that hair, over his shoulders, along his arms. He would be in heaven. He didn't care how strange this was because one day he would be able to do all this, if the other was willing or not.
He picked up his things and followed his classmates out to the quidditch pitch. He loved watching him fly, the speed, the grace, how his hands would wrap about that broom handle and-
"Move it Creevey!" The small boy hissed as his side collided with the edge of the table.
"Honestly Ronald you could at least apologize to him!" Hermione ground out.
"Sorry you were in the way . . . again."
"RONALD!" Colin didn't mind, he was pretty much used to it by now. He walked along the stands, the quidditch players heading to the pitch. He picked a seat he thought was best and turned his camera on. There he was, the boy of his infatuation. He watched the other walk up to the center and mount his broom, listened to the whistle and watched as the older sprang up into the sky, searching for that snitch.
He wished he could see him but he couldn't; not when he was that far up at least. He sat back down and watched the sky, waiting to see the two boys. He needed to see him again. Not just wanted to, but needed to. He gripped his camera tighter and bit his lip forcing himself to look away and take photos of the other players.
Maybe the one he wished to see would even catch the snitch! He laughed to himself. Harry always caught the snitch and he probably always would. It was practically destiny. He stood up with a large smile when he saw the red and green zoom by, snapping a picture as quickly as he could. Who cared about the other players?
"Colin! Colin!" The dark blonde turned and smiled.
"Hey Dennis!" He grinned. The younger took a seat next to him, watching the other players. Colin knew he couldn't pay as close attention now that his brother was bouncing next to him. He'd be too obvious.
When the game ended and his house cheered for their victory, the blonde packed up as quickly as he could.
"I'll meet you in the common room!" He yelled to his mini me and dashed off. The petite boy ran panting into the locker room and his himself in the corner; taking out his wand and casting a quick invisibility charm on himself and the camera, a silencing one following. He let his camera hang around his neck and blushed, reaching down with shaky hands, unclasping his slacks, letting them fall soundlessly to the floor.
Voices were heard in the hall and the locker door opened, the sweaty boys flowing in. The blonde glanced around and smiled when he found the one he wanted. He watched as the older laughed with his companions and slipped his shirt over his head, watching as he let his bottoms fall to the ground. Colin let out a moan, beyond happy that he put up that silencing spell, and slowly slipped his hand into his bottoms, picking up his camera.
The taller walked over to the shower and turned on the water, tilting his head down and bracing his arms on the wall. Colin watched the dirt slowly drip down the thin frame, being washed away. His breath hitched as he tightened his grip on his member and gave a hesitant tug. He snapped the photo and groaned as the boy of his affections turned in such a way that his entire front was facing him.
"Hey we'll catch you later, got some shit to finish for class!" His teammates called out.
"Yeah alright." He seemed to hesitate and wait until the door shut. He relaxed his body and leaned his back against the cool wall. Colin's blue eyes widened when he watched the taller's shaft twitch. The pale hand trailed down the lean chest and stomach and wrapped around the hardening organ.
Colin's heart skipped a beat and he shoved his boxers down. He tugged himself faster, eyes clouding over as he matched his speed with the taller's, taking a shaky picture. This hadn't happened before. He had never seen him wank. He had caught Seamus wanking a few times, even grabbed a few photos, got one of Ron too, but his sister busted in. The moment was broken pretty quickly. He had one of Neville even, that was something to see! He also managed some from the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. He had some of the Slytherins too.
But never one of his infatuations. He let out a moan and bit his lip, tingle flowing through his body. He couldn't last. He focused his camera on the other's hand, the way it slid back and forth over the thick length, listening to the uneven breaths. The dark blonde cried out and shivered, leaning against the wall for support as his climax struck, exploding outwards onto the tile floor, being washed away with the water, bits slipping down his thighs.
He let his breathing even out and grinned, lifting his camera and snapping a photo as he watched the other moan and shake, climaxing hard. It was amazing. The way his mouth fell open, eyes squeezed shut, the mewls falling from his throat, the pearly stream exiting him only to be washed away as Colin's had.
The younger quickly pulled up his bottoms and slipped out of the room. He didn't take the spells off until he was outside his dorm, stepping in with a soft smile.
"Hey Creevey?" He walked over and grinned at the brunette.
"Have you seen Harry?" Seamus asked him. Oh yes, I've seen all of you . . . in far more ways than you can even imagine. He thought before shaking his head.
"No I haven't. Did you check the locker room? He could still be there. Then again I suppose he could be off snogging someone too, or getting a shag, or perhaps-"
"Thanks Colin! But I really didn't need all that, a no was just fine." He ruffled the smaller's hair and the blonde stuck his tongue out at him and flipped him off behind his back.
"Ehem..." He blushed and slowly turned, grinning at Dean. Oh fuck he'd seen him wanking too. Was a bit too mesmerized to take any photos though. Fuck he had one hell of a prick! Colin grinned and dashed off with a laugh, Dean chuckling and shaking his head at the young lad. "Fuck he's a weird one."
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Colin smiled at his roommates and pulled his trunk open, pulling out a treasure box, only about half a foot by half a foot big and slipped onto his bed, drawing the curtains.
"I'm telling you!" James, one of his dorm mates ground out, "He's got bloody porn in there or something!"
Colin rolled his eyes and silenced and glued the curtains, saying a few spells, waving his wand over the box, and taping it in a few spot. One can never be too careful in this school. The box clinked and he pulled it open, tapping it until it grew about another foot and a half. He grinned and took his camera off his neck, quickly developing his photos with magic and sticking those ones to the inside lid, that way they would be the first ones he saw.
Colin was rather organized when it came to things he cared about. He had all his photos in stacks of ten, arranged by house, and who it was. Every photo he took he made sure they would move. He spent a bloody fortune on that damn camera, but by god was it worth it. He smiled and closed the lid, restoring it back to normal and replacing all his locks. Every week he changed them, and he probably always would.
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Colin smiled and sat down at the lunch table, munching away happily.
"Hey Creevey?" He looked up and grinned.
"Hiya Harry!" He shuffled over, practically beaming when the older took a seat next to him.
"There's been a lot of rumours going about and I just wanted to clear them up." He said leaning his arms on the table, facing away from it.
"Alright!"
"I need your help with this though." He said looking at the other. Colin nodded straightening up. "I need you to help me find whoever it is that's been peeping on our peers in the showers." His face paled.
"W-what?" Colin's breath began to pick up.
"Hey calm down! I'm sure they haven't taken any of you, it seems to be just my year so far." Harry whispered. Colin felt a wave of relief flood over him. They really didn't know it was him. "So can you help me?"
"I ah, I can try." The smaller mumbled blushing.
"It's ok mate! We're not going to use you as bait or anything" Seamus chuckled, sitting on the other side of him.
"H-how do you know it's not one of your classmates?" Colin tried.
"Well we don't, that's why we asked you. You're small and sneaky, you can fit in small places that most people can't, and maybe you can find them." Ron pointed out.
"Yeah, maybe hide in the showers yourself, see if anyone comes in?" Dean suggested. The others all nodded and the blonde flushed.
"Oh and maybe make a list of everyone who has access to a good camera and is amazing at silencing spells and invisibility tricks too?" Neville asked. The others all agreed and the blonde loosened his tie, clearing his throat.
"Y-yeah a-alright."
"Do you have any guesses as to who it might be off the top of your head?" Harry asked lightly nudging the other.
"A-ah n-n-n-no." He shook his head and stood up. "I need to pee. . ." He dashed off the others making a slight face.
"Eurm thanks for sharing?" Dean muttered.
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Colin ran into the loo and quickly slammed a stall door, letting out shaky breaths. He doubled over the toilet and watched as his lunch resurfaced. He lightly rested his cheek on the cool seat and closed his eyes. Now what? They would find out it was him! What if they found the photos? He shoved his head back over the porcelain bowl and retched.
"Hey you alright in there?" Someone knocked. He coughed and threw up again. The door opened and someone sighed, plopping down behind him and gently rubbing his back. "Get me a glass of water?" An Irish accent rang out. There were pitter patters and the blonde vomited again, a chocked sob falling out. His breathing picked up as it became difficult to breath, could he suffocate to death from getting ill?
"Calm down Colin!" His brother mumbled plopping next to him and scratching the back of his neck. "He gives himself panic attacks when he gets sick."
"Hey here's the water." Dean whispered handing it to Seamus and stepping back. The blonde's vomiting slowed to gagging then stopped completely. Small sniffles continued to leave the small frame and he leaned back from the toilet, the Irishman handing him a glass of water. Colin tried to say thanks but all that came out was a dry cough.
"You're welcome." Seamus smiled and ruffled his hair. "You'll be alright on your own now?" He just nodded and sipped on the liquid, his brother sitting next to him.
"What happened? Did you give yourself another panic attack?" Dennis asked.
"Ah no, I ah, I just ate something that, that ah, that didn't agree with my stomach."
"You're a terrible liar but I'll drop it." Dennis smiled at him. Colin nodded and closed his eyes. Fuck throwing up makes you sleepy.
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I will update on Fridays not including tomorrow! Same with the Payback's a Bitch, Tomorrow doesn't count .
