A/N: Lookee-lookee!! It's the next chapter! Heehee! We had a lot of fun doing this one! It features our two favorite characters! Mwahahaha!!!

Draco: I can't believe you guys made me have an embarrassing moment! Me?! I thought you guys loved me! *pouts*

S & E: Oh but we do!! That's why we put you here! Bwahahah!! Now shut up and let the fans continue reading the story! Before we take out the whip cream again!

Draco: Eep!! *SCAMPERS away*

Chapter Two- Naughty Neville, Distressed!Draco and Gasp! Harry Goes Haywire!

It was the next day, and Colin woke up quite eagerly, literally jumping out of his bed to start the day. His other roommates, who weren't exactly morning people didn't feel the same way, groaning and moaning.

"Colin, don't pull open the freaking curtains!" Ron groaned, turning over.

"Aw come on, guys." Colin said, pulling it open anyway.

Seamus, Dean, Ron and Harry groaned, getting up, malicious intent in their eyes. Colin ran downstairs, his camera in his pocket.

What to do, what to do he chanted to himself. It was still early in the morning, so it was likely people would do embarrassing stuff, not knowing he was there.

He went into the corridors, making sure no one saw him. He roamed around the hallways for what felt like an hour, and still there was no one. Until…

Colin gasped, and pressed his back against the wall. On the other side, he could hear…dare I say it?…snogging. He smiled, getting his camera eagerly. Whoever it was, it didn't matter. A couple snogging in the hallways was definitely controversial stuff.

He could hear them mumbling incoherently, and he inched his way towards the source. Curiouser and curiouser…

He peered around the wall, and almost fainted.

It was Pansy Parkinson, of Slytherin fame (there was no mistaking that nose, God help her) and… GASP!

Oh my GAWD!

Neville Longbottom!!

Colin gulped, butterflies in his stomach. The picture of the century! He took their picture as quick as he could, and ran towards the dormitory, making sure not to trip or anything.

Back in the dormitory, he could see the others dressing up in their robes, still as groggy as ever. Betcha Neville ain't groggy anymore, he thought, almost screaming.

"Hey, Colin, what's with you? You look really pale" Dean said, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing, just saw something rather odd." he replied.

Just then, Neville came in, looking extremely happy, his hair disheveled. Colin's eyes widened. Hoo-boy.

"Oh, hey, Neville. Didn't see you this morning." Harry said, putting on his glasses, hair messy as ever.

"Nope, not at all…" Colin muttered.

"What do you mean by that?" Neville asked.

Colin paled even more, if that was possible.

"Nothing! Nothing! I didn't say nothing! Well, I'm going to the Great Hall now, bye!!!!!" he squeaked, running out.

Seamus scratched his head. "Is he sure? I'd swear he was running towards the girls' dorms…weird…"

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"Mr. Creevey! Get your ass in here!" Prof. Snape barked from his desk as Colin nervously peered inside the empty potions classroom.

He was just passing by from the common rooms when Snape interrupted his thoughts.Colin gulped and loosened his collar as he entered the room.

"Yes, P-Professor? Is there anything you need?" He stammered in his high, uncircumcised voice.

Prof. Snape leered down at him and turned away from the boy to arrange some papers on his desk. I wonder if he's been sucking his thumb lately… Colin thought gleefully, earning himself a round of giggles again. Prof. Snape didn't seem to notice.

"Go down to the Slytherin dungeons and call Mr. Damien Hades, the new Prefect. I shall be waiting so get your ass back here right away!" Snape ordered sharply without a glance at the Gryffindor.

To Colin's amusement, he could see Snape's thumb looked wet…

"Creevey! Were you listening?!" Snape snapped (A/N: Slytherin_nette: *laughs out loud* Emerald_Ice: *smirk* Pardon the very bad pun ^__~).

Colin's head immediately snapped back up again.

"Of course sir, but you haven't told me the password." He pointed out.

Snape looked as though he was going to kill him. Colin decided it would be better to just go.

"Ah…Okay Professor. When you put it that way…" He squeaked, laughing nervously.

He ran out of the room before Snape could jump at him and hurried off towards the dungeons. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eye.

I wonder if I could see any Slytherins screwing up today… He thought as he brought his wizard's camera out of his robes.

He stopped abruptly when he saw Millicent Bulstrode muttering something to a stone wall.

Why would big, tough Millicent Bullhead be talking to a wall? I knew she was thick but I didn't think she was that thick, Colin thought, grinning as he was about to take her picture. He stopped however, when the wall opened and revealed the Slytherin dungeons.

Colin scampered (gotta love that word) in after Millicent and ducked behind an armchair. That was close… He stopped when he heard a familiar mumbling from the armchair he was hiding behind.

"Stupid Pansy… Sneaking up to my bed… Can't get my afternoon nap… *mumble-grumble*" Draco muttered in his sleep, shifting his position.

"Can't get my beauty sleep…" He continued to himself, running a hand vigorously through his hair.

Colin peered over at him. His bright, enthusiastic eyes widened and a stubby hand clamped over his mouth to prevent him from giggling like a girl.

Draco Malfoy, Slytherin bad-ass, one of the hottest boys in school and known for his perfectly slicked back almost silver hair… had a bad hair day.

A VERY bad hair day to be exact. Bad was not even the word to describe it… it was… HORRIBLE! DISTURBING! NIGHTMARE-INDUCING!

Hey, that rhymes! Colin thought gleefully.

It was basically all over the place, and Colin knew that it was the first and last time he would be able to see such a sight. Sniggering to himself, he raised the camera to his eyes and eagerly pressed the shutter on his camera.

CLICK!

Oops! Colin thought as the camera made a loud click.

Draco snorted and got up immediately, his wand instantly held tightly in his hand.

"Who the fuck was that?! Pansy, you good-for-nothing wench! Why I oughta slaughter your sorry sluttish ass and make you Voldemort's personal bitch! Where the hell are you, asshole?! Show your fucking, bloody self!" Draco ranted senselessly, looking around the common room in a wild manner.

Then he laughed bitterly and tucked his wand back.

"Just a bloody fucking dream…" He muttered, laughing.

Colin breathed a sigh of relief and silently slipped out of the cold common room, holding his breath.

Just as Colin crawled out of the room, he saw a glimpse of Draco look at himself in the mirror and saw him scream bloody murder, which made his ears ache.

"Crabbe! Goyle! Get the fuck in here, you bastards! Where's my bloody fucking hair gel?! Now! Fuck!!" Colin couldn't help but take another picture, laughing.

Never knew Draco screamed like a GIRL… He thought gleefully, running off.

Wait a minute… I forgot to call Damien! He thought as he made a move to run back. Now I have to—Oof!

Colin fell back on his bottom and looked up to see a tall fifth year sneering down at him. "What are you doing here Creevey?" The guy taunted.

Colin couldn't hide his relief. "Damien! Snape wants to talk to you! He's in the potions classroom! Bye!" He squeaked, running off in a hurry when he saw Crabbe and Goyle running into the common room.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the corridors the Dream Team (Potty, Weasel and Mudblood) were walking, talking about walnuts when they heard the scream. "Who was that?" Ron demanded, looking around.

"I don't know." Hermione replied. For the first time, the Know-It-All didn't know it all.

After a series of curses you don't usually hear in Catholic school, Harry thought to himself,

That's funny…I could've sworn that would have been Malfoy…then, it was followed by another girlish scream.

Nah…

* * * * * *

That afternoon, Colin was still thinking about the Draco incident. How many had he collected so far? Four? Why not make a photo album or something? Or a MUSEUM? Hmm…

As he walked into the Hogwarts grounds, he saw Harry flying around on a broom Colin recognized as Wood's, doing really dangerous-looking stunts. Colin put a hand to his forehead, trying to see if he had anybody with him. Hermione Granger was there, cheering Harry on. No big surprise…