Colin moved down the corriders in a frenzy. He'd been alerted by Ernie from Ravenclaw that Harry was looking for him. Harry Potter was looking for him! It was enough to set Colin into a spastic fit. He finally reached the Gryffindor common room and got in after five minutes of tongue-twisting the password. He rushed to Harry's room but stopped short when he came to the door. He combed through the messy strands of his hair. He exhaled and raised his trembling hand to the door.
"Door's open," Harry's voice came through. Colin blinked. He didn't even knock yet. Shrugging it off, he creaked the door open and peeked in. Harry was lying on his bed lazily, reading a magazine.
"Hullo Harry…" Colin said. "Ernie said you, uh, were, uh, looking for me?" He cleared his throat a few times.
"Hm?" Harry looked up and his face relaxed into a mildly amused expression. "Oh, hullo there, Colin. Come in, why don't you?"
"Sure, Harry!" Colin said then blushed. He was too nervous. 'Calm down, chap,' he thought to himself. 'Don't arise any suspicions now…'
"The reason I was looking for you, Colin, is that I found out something intersting," Harry set down his magazine and stood up. His shirt wasn't buttoned and it showed off some muscles he gained from Quidditch.
"What is it, Harry?" Colin asked, his eyes trained on Harry's chest.
"Well, if you wanna know, you'll have to stop looking at my chest," Harry purred. Colin blushed but stopped. 'Did Harry just purr?'
"Erm, well, what is it?"
"Well, I was put off by the idea you were attracted to me for what happened to me when I was young…" Harry paused.
"Oh no, Harry! Never!" Colin went over to clasp his hands. "I've always admired you because of who you are! Not because of what happened!"
"Oh really?" Harry broke off into a grin. "That's the right answer, Colin," he said and moved in on Colin's ear. "Because if you didn't say that," he whispered in his ear. He licked his lips and nearly touched his ear. Colin felt his legs slowly buckling. "I'm not sure exactly," Harry said, moving to press his forehead against Colin. "What I would do." That's when Harry closed the distance.
Colin's eyes widened and then he sank into the embrace. Harry's lips, however crushed they were against his own, were fairly soft for a man his age. Colin moaned as Harry's hand travelled down below his pants…
Colin suddenly pushed away, panting. Harry stared at him with hurt and confusion.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No—can I take a picture, please? Ooooh, lemme take a picture, Harry! And please sign it!" Colin said, happily getting his camera from his pocket. Harry stared at him, his mouth opened. He moved his mouth but the only sound that came out was this weird beeping sound…
…Colin groggily got up as he slammed the hand against his alarm clock. He rubbed his eyes and then his eyes flew open. "It was only a dream?!" Colin cried out. "No!!! I really thought I was going to take a picture…"
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A/N: I'm on crack. I had over sixty of those sour Altoid majiggies… @-@
