"Er, Seamus," Ron started, rubbing his neck. "I got a quick question." The Irish boy stared straight back at his friend, his fingers ready to pry open the book's cover. "Yes??" He asked innocently.

"Why do we *care* if Malfoy's got an album full of pictures?? Probably of himself."

Neville laughed, but sat next to Seamus on the floor. "I dunno, Ron, I sorta want to see them. You know, even if they *are* all of Malfoy."

With that, Seamus opened the album to reveal the first page of the book. On it was a rather large picture of a woman that Harry immediately recognized as Malfoy's mother, though she wasn't frowning like Harry had seen her. Though far from smiling, she was definately compliant to take the head-shot.

"She's pretty," Dean said, voicing their opinions, though none of the other boys would admit it, and Seamus turned the page.

It was a poorly taken wizard photo, and the people in it moved akwardly and were out of focus. It was a short boy with silver hair, whom Harry assumed was a young Malfoy, standing next to a tall man wearing all black. The boy would suddenly duck out of the picture with wide eyes, as though something from behind the camera was chasing after him. Definately odd, but nothing too amusing, so Seamus turned to the next page.

There were a few pictures on the next page, but only one of which really caught Harry's eye. It was worn around the edges and one of the corners was taped on, so it looked as though it had been involved in some sort of struggle. On it was a man whom Harry did not immediately recognize, with a small Malfoy in his lap. On the back was written, "Me and Draco--August 3rd, '84"

Harry pulled the book towards his lap. If he didn't know any better, (which he did,) he would have thought that man looked like Professor Snape. He did bear a remarkable resemblance to him, but Harry shook off the thought. Snape wasn't the kind of guy who liked kids; he wasn't the kind of guy who let kids sit on his lap; he wasn't the kind of guy who allowed pictures to be taken on him. That couldn't be Snape. And yet...

The next page confirmed his thoughts, along with Neville's, who unconsciously slunk further back behind Seamus. "That's Snape!" Ron nearly shouted, grabbing the book out of Harry and Seamus' hands. "Ew."

Sure enough, Snape was standing at his entire height and clutched to his leg was a little brown-haired girl. She wasn't smiling up sweetly at the professor, who appeared to be (but it just wasn't possible) laughing. Harry twitched. Snape didn't laugh--or smile!

Quickly, Neville reached forward and turned the page, mumbling something like, "How much do you think I can take??" The following pages contained many pictures of the girl standing beside Snape, along with a few more of Narcissa and two (count 'em, two) snapshots of Lucius Malfoy. (One of which appeared to have been taken by Draco himself, because he was looming over the picture enough to make Neville yelp. He was a scary man.)

The boys finished flipping through the book, reading the backs of most of the pictures and trying to remember where to return them when they were finished. (Dean stole a picture when no one was looking, of Draco with his head caught in a banister. The boys laughed, but none were aware that he had swiped the photograph.) Harry had soon learned the identity of the brown-haired girl from a photo of Draco and her in the snow, when it had been labled on the back in green marker: "ME AND PIP, IT WAS SNOWY."

Ron laughed. "Me and Pip." He managed to squeak before rolling over on his side, knocking into Dean who was also laughing. Harry laughed as well, but tried to cover it up. "Quiet," he hissed between fits of barely contained giggles, "Gimme that." He took the book from the Irish boy's hands, nearly ripping the cover. "Let's put this back." He moved it over the trunk and was about to plunk it in when a picture slid out. Harry knelt down on the floor and lifted it to his eyes.

In the picture was both Draco and 'Pip,' as they stood in front of a large staircase. He laughed again, and the boys came to peek over his shoulder. The girl stood in red rainboots that went past her knees, gardening gloves on both her hands, and she held a spatula in her left hand. She was wearing a clashing yellow rain slicker that dragged on the floor. Next to her and appearing to be about to pounce on the stairs, stood Draco. He was wearing unlaced, glossy boots and a red and orange pillow case he had tied around his neck to look like a cape. His right hand was extended in the air, holding a stick that still had it's leaves, and his other was gripping what appeared to be salad tongs. On his head was a shiny silver caulendar (A/N: You know, pasta strainer. I don't know how to spell it. If you do, can ya lend me a hand??) on his head. His lightly colored blonde hairs stuck through the tiny holes, as it shot out at odd angles.

To be frank, if it wasn't Malfoy, he'd be pretty cute.

They seemed to be pretending they were superheros (or trained wizards, Harry wasn't sure) and were both beaming at the camera. Neville giggled and sighed. "That's so cute," he whispered.

TBC