Author's Note: This is my idealized version of Colin Creevey. I do not seem
him as the happy go lucky boy that he is represented as in the books. I think there is something deeper and darker beneath the surface. Reviews are
appreciated. Flames will be used to melt the snow around me.
Disclaimer: Yeah I definitely DO NOT own Harry Potter. If I did, do you think that I would be wasting my time here?
Colin's Anguish
My heart beats faster as the sound of musical laughter fills my ears. Without looking I know where it came from, but of course I look anyway, happy for the excuse to glimpse him. The sight of his wild black hair and sparkling green eyes sends a wave of warmth through my body. I quickly redirect my attention back to my peas before anyone is aware of the fact that I am blushing. Dennis continues to babble to me about a run in he had with a Venus flytrap today in Herbology. As I plaster a huge, fake 'Creevey smile' on my face and pretend to listen, I let my mind wander to thoughts of 'him'. The boy who lived. Harry Potter. When I first came to Hogwarts I was slightly dismayed at the thought of that fiery redheaded slut being his lover. I later found out that Ron was simply his best friend and the least of my problems. My biggest obstacle was that he was in love with that Quidditch seeker. My heart sinks every time I think of the two them together. It's just not fair, Harry should be mine. As I sigh heavily at my heartache, I feel a hand upon my shoulder. I turn around and look into the murky depths of my potions professor's eyes.
"Don't forget Creevey, detention in the dungeon at eight o'clock. I'll teach you to be so careless with other people's possessions," Professor Snape boomed out for the whole Gryffindor table to hear before stalking out of the Great Hall.
Like I could forget. Snape and I have been having meetings like this quite often ever since my third year, always disguised as detentions for my breaking something of his during potions. Professor Snape and my arrangement works for us, and yes, even when I am going down on him it is still "Professor Snape". Heaven forbid I call him Severus. When we first started meeting he would began calling me Draco in the throes of passion. This used to piss me off, but now I am used to it. After all he is imagining the blond head that is bobbing up and down in his lap is Draco. I guess this is fair considering I imagine that it is Harry's boner that I have my mouth wrapped around. Harry, my desire. I take one more look at him before gathering my books and follow Snape to the dungeon.
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him as the happy go lucky boy that he is represented as in the books. I think there is something deeper and darker beneath the surface. Reviews are
appreciated. Flames will be used to melt the snow around me.
Disclaimer: Yeah I definitely DO NOT own Harry Potter. If I did, do you think that I would be wasting my time here?
Colin's Anguish
My heart beats faster as the sound of musical laughter fills my ears. Without looking I know where it came from, but of course I look anyway, happy for the excuse to glimpse him. The sight of his wild black hair and sparkling green eyes sends a wave of warmth through my body. I quickly redirect my attention back to my peas before anyone is aware of the fact that I am blushing. Dennis continues to babble to me about a run in he had with a Venus flytrap today in Herbology. As I plaster a huge, fake 'Creevey smile' on my face and pretend to listen, I let my mind wander to thoughts of 'him'. The boy who lived. Harry Potter. When I first came to Hogwarts I was slightly dismayed at the thought of that fiery redheaded slut being his lover. I later found out that Ron was simply his best friend and the least of my problems. My biggest obstacle was that he was in love with that Quidditch seeker. My heart sinks every time I think of the two them together. It's just not fair, Harry should be mine. As I sigh heavily at my heartache, I feel a hand upon my shoulder. I turn around and look into the murky depths of my potions professor's eyes.
"Don't forget Creevey, detention in the dungeon at eight o'clock. I'll teach you to be so careless with other people's possessions," Professor Snape boomed out for the whole Gryffindor table to hear before stalking out of the Great Hall.
Like I could forget. Snape and I have been having meetings like this quite often ever since my third year, always disguised as detentions for my breaking something of his during potions. Professor Snape and my arrangement works for us, and yes, even when I am going down on him it is still "Professor Snape". Heaven forbid I call him Severus. When we first started meeting he would began calling me Draco in the throes of passion. This used to piss me off, but now I am used to it. After all he is imagining the blond head that is bobbing up and down in his lap is Draco. I guess this is fair considering I imagine that it is Harry's boner that I have my mouth wrapped around. Harry, my desire. I take one more look at him before gathering my books and follow Snape to the dungeon.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and again I am a review whore so please click that little button below!