Colin Creevey and the Manager of Hufflepuff
The small, mousy boy stepped down the hallway quietly, head bowed over his camera. It's tiny compartment door hung open, and he was prodding within said compartment with his wand, watching as broken cogs and wires repaired themselves. With a huge sigh of relief, he mentally thanked Hermione Granger for teaching him the 'Reparo' spell earlier that year. It had come in handy whenever he had a run-in with a particularly nasty group of sixth-year Slytherins.
The group consisted of Allyson Maiden, Lucinda Fredrickson, Daniel Carter and Aaron Corey. Allyson was very pretty, but she was a high-classed bitch when it came to Colin. Lucinda was a softy, but picked on him because he was a Gryffindor - they had had several civil conversations before; perhaps he could even class them as, dare he say it, nice.
Daniel was a brutish boy, with flaps of hanging skin for a chin and narrow eyes. He always spoke with a grumble that could barely be understood through the amount of slobber and slime that dribbled from the Slytherin's mouth.
Aaron was probably the worst of the lot, however. He was rude, arrogant, stubborn, nasty, cruel and just a Slytherin in general. He had sweeping brown bangs that hung in his piercing blue eyes, sticking out in whichever direction they pleased, but managing to look sexy at the same time. He had chiselled cheekbones, a prominent chin, and the most tempting pink lips you could-
The feeling of coming into contact with a large, solid object yanked Colin from his - rather embarrassing - musing's and he toppled to the floor, his camera hitting the ground with a loud clatter as all the recently-repaired cogs spilled out onto the white marble. Colin stared for a moment before glaring up at the figure above him.
"Look what you just did, you bumbling buffoon!" he snarled. Oh yes, despite his shy exterior, Colin was one feisty little Gryffindor when it came to things he loved. He gathered up the camera and cast Reparo once more, watching as it fixed itself. He got to his feet and narrowed his eyes at the figure who had knocked him over. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Ryan Moore, Manager of Hufflepuff," the boy introduced himself, puffing out his chest proudly. A bright orange, 'M' shaped badge gleamed on his chest. Colin hid his snickers.
"Really? Honestly, I think your housemates are pulling your leg," Colin explained. He watched the boy's face expectantly - he couldn't be any older than third year, at the most. "There's no such thing as a Manager of Hufflepuff."
"Yes, there is! The seventh-years told me about it the first day here!" Colin's suspicions were confirmed - the kid had definitely not been here long enough. "They appointed me because they said I would do the job properly!"
Preferring to stay silent rather than spill his laughter into the open, probably insulting the boy, Colin stepped past him and went through several doorways. At the bottom of the marble staircase, a seductive voice called out his name. With an exhausted groan, Colin turned to face Aaron.
"Hello, Mousy. What have you been doing? Creeping around the Hufflepuff com-" With an exasperated sigh, Colin reached forward and slammed his mouth to Aaron's. The pair melted together instantly. When they pulled away, Colin smirked - a purely Slytherin smirk.
"You were saying?" A growl and a squeal later, the pair were glued together by the lips once more. Colin mentally thanked the 'Manager of Hufflepuff' for this. He was doing that a lot these days.