Colin had to wait two full days to get have the pictures developed from his "peeping tom night," as he had been thinking of it. He had finished his classes for the day, and was now heading to the Gryffindor tower. He clutched the strap of his bag tighter and picked up his pace. It was taking all of his restraint to not break into an all out sprint. After what felt like at least half an eternity, he climbed through the portrait hole and set off across the common room to escape up the stairs that would lead him to his room. He was almost to the stairs when Fred and George Weasley stepped in his path.

"Hey Colin. We've been meaning to speak to you." George approached him and clapped him on the back.

Fred mirrored his twin's actions, and they led him to a corner of the room. "Yeah, mate. You interested in making some extra galleons?"

"Of course he is, dear brother! Aren't you Colin?"

"Uhh…"

"And lucky for you, we have a business proposition. Tell him about it, George."

"Right. We will pay you a handsome sum to test the newest and most exclusive Weasley Wizard Wheezes product."

"I don't know guys," Colin quickly interjected. "The last time I took something from you--"

"Oh, Colin!" Fred interrupted. "Do not think of past childish antics performed by my brother or myself. No, no…think of the benefits!"

"Yes, surely there's something you've been eyeing, but your meager pocket change will not afford it! You need this money Colin!"

Colin's heart skipped an embarrassing beat as he thought of the Magic Thrusting Dildo, but banished the thought from his lusty mind as he felt his face heat up. "Umm…maybe, guys. How about I let you know? I'm really busy right now, and I need to get to my room…so…"

The twins were still in front of him, looking pleasantly confused, so he walked hesitantly between them, muttering "see you later." On his way up the stairs, he heard one of them mutter, "I really thought he'd be all for it" and the other answered, "He will. Don't worry."

Colin kind of agreed with them—he did need the money. He spent a lot on adult wizard toys, and no matter how many he had, he needed another. But he knew the problem…he needed the real thing. After watching Harry and Draco together twice, he was desperately longing for a dick in his mouth and ass.

"Mmmhh," He groaned as he entered his room. Thank Merlin it was empty, his roommates being in the common room, as they usually were. Colin knew they'd be there for a while, and the privacy was much appreciated. He spent a lot of time in his bed masturbating and fantasizing. He sat now on his bed and pulled the envelope out of his bag. After being sure the curtains were closed and putting up a silencing charm (unfortunately, he wasn't very good at these yet, so it was sort of weak), he said, "Lumos", and pulled the stack of moving pictures out of the envelope. He spread them out in front of him in disbelief. Sometimes, he couldn't believe he had actually done this—spied on someone's private moments. With this feeling, coupled with the fear of getting caught, Colin had convinced himself over the last two days to not watch them again. His comfort at not being able to see the live show again was the pictures in front of him.

The one showing Malfoy bob his head up and down on Harry's dick was holding his attention. He took the other photos, put them back in the folder, and slid them back inside his bag. Looking down at the one he'd left out, he began stripping his clothes off: His robes, shirt and tie, pants, boxers, and socks. He was already hard from watching the photo. He wasted no time starting—being so eager to feel his orgasm. He watched the picture, imagining Harry's cock in his mouth…Draco's mouth around his own cock. It didn't take long; he came into the first thing he grabbed (a sock). Before collapsing, he put the picture away, then crawled under the covers.

This is crazy, thought Colin. Two weeks ago, Draco Malfoy was enemy to Harry Potter, or so it seemed; now…wow. How do they do it?" He found himself thinking of the snide remarks and fights he had witnessed between the two. Have they always faked it? Why not just say they're friends? Even as he thought it, he realized the absurdity in it. The wizarding world would turn upside down with surprise and devastation the day Malfoy and Potter admitted to be anything more than enemies.

The next two weeks were nothing short of extremely intense for Colin. His sexual appetite had gone to a whole new level. He was wanking several times a day due to three factors: 1. He had several amazing photos of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy doing amazing things to each other, 2. Every time he saw Harry, he wanted to bend over the nearest surface and beg to be fucked, and 3. Every time he saw Draco, he wanted to bend over the nearest surface and beg to be fucked. His need to have a sexual experience with someone other than himself had become desperate. He began checking out every guy he saw, wondering (often hoping) if they were into guys. That was the most frustrating part! No one that he knew off was gay! Except of course for Harry and Draco, but that didn't help. It had crossed his mind to just ask Harry, "Hey Harry! Know any other gay blokes here at Hogwarts?" That was a ridiculous plan, of course. That wasn't even the worst of his plans, though! Fred and George had continued to try to recruit him onto their "team of testers" relentlessly, which Colin refused; however, after the third time they blocked him from speeding off to a much-needed wank session, he almost offered to suck them off if they'd leave him alone. He didn't say anything like that, but he did earn some very surprised looks from the twins and other Gryffindors in the common room when he had shouted, "NO! Fuck off!" and stormed past them to this dormitory. Still, the thought of having Fred or George in his mouth never went away, and this frustrated him even further.

On top of all this, he was becoming increasingly frustrated with everyone asking him if he was okay. With everything going on in his solo sex life, he'd withdrawn himself from virtually any type of social activity. He went to his classes and mumbled his way through meal times, but that's about all he managed. He was very aware he had grown surly; Ron had said, "What's with Colin? He's not his usual annoying-Harry-worshipping self." Colin had overheard it after passing Harry, Ron, and Hermione near the portrait hole. He really didn't care at the moment, though. The most annoying and frustrating part of all this to Colin was that he knew exactly what everyone thought of him. They found him annoying most of the time, a little too happy and hyper for anyone's tastes. A petite blonde boy that was too small for his age. He knew it'd shock the shit out of everybody to know what he did to himself, to know what he thought about all day…to know that he's the gayest thing in Hogwarts. He hated that he couldn't tell one person—not one person. And even if he could, it most likely wouldn't result in getting his ass tore up, so what's the point?

Colin was sitting with the rest of the Gryffindors in the Great Hall trying to eat. His attention was glued to Harry, only a few people down from him, and on Draco, at the Slytherin table. He'd been watching them at mealtimes for the last two weeks. Now that he knew the true nature of their relationship, he noticed things that no one else did. Those two were always looking at each other. Harry was downright filthy when it came to eating pudding, and Draco's inability to eat a strawberry without making Harry blush was surprising. Whenever Harry left a meal first, he would wink at Draco, and Draco would give the tiniest smile—so fast, no one would know it was there unless they were looking for it. Sometimes Draco would leave, sending a meaningful look to Harry, and Harry would make some excuse to his friends and follow him to places Colin wished he could go.

"Colin…Colin!" Genny snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Colin, what's wrong with you?"

"What? Nothing! Why?" He snapped out of his thoughts.

"You've been staring at the Slytherin table for a while now—at Malfoy, actually."

"I…I was?" Damn, I probably was, he thought.

Neville leaned towards him, "He been bothering you, Colin?"

Colin looked at Neville and at the faces of several Gryffindors whose attention he had caught with his staring act. Harry was among them.

"No," he said, catching Harry's eyes. He quickly looked down. "No, nothing like that. Malfoy's fine, I mean…he hasn't bothered me. I was just zoned out in his direction." Before any of them could ask any more questions, he grabbed his bag and headed to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Fuck! This sucks! Why can't I know someone gay—someone I'm allowed to know that's gay? He felt like crying, and he knew the tears would start soon. That's how he'd always been: too happy of a boy, but too sensitive of a boy. Oh fucking well. He hurried into the tower, rushing to get to his room, needing to collapse onto his bed for a good private cry. When George entered his line of vision, obviously about to speak to him, Colin cut him off, "Leave me alone!" He hated that his voice broke and tears came to his eyes. George let him fly past. As soon as Colin collapsed face down into his pillow, he started to cry.

Colin cried without holding back. Once again, his roommates weren't there, and he had never been more thankful. He was completely absorbed in his own sobbing when—

"Colin?"

Colin stilled and quieted at the sound of George's voice.

"What do you want?" It came out sounding so pitiful. He didn't have the strength to be angry right now. He didn't even lift his face to look at George.

"I…I'm sorry if I upset you…" George's voice was still distant, so Colin could tell he hadn't left the doorway.

Colin heaved a sigh, "You didn't upset me. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"Oh…Well…you wanna talk, mate?"

Colin pulled himself onto his knees, wiping his face on the front of his robes. "Yeah. But I can't….I can't tell you what's wrong." His own words brought on a new wave of tears. He let them flow into his hands, but kept them silent. He wished he had someone to talk to, but no one would understand. He felt the bed shift, and looked up to see that George had crossed the room and sat down beside him on the bed. They looked at each other for a minute, until George looked down at his own hands, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his features.

"Colin…I think I know what's wrong…and I bet you think no one will understand."

Colin stared at George, wide-eyed and shocked. "How…how would you know that?" he spluttered.

"I think we may have something in common. Actually, I don't think you realize how many people you have it in common with." George smiled gently and looked at Colin.

"Really?" Colin turned to face George, still on his knees.

"Yeah, really."

"I hope we're talking about the same thing," Colin confessed quietly.

"Why don't you tell me just to be sure? You'll feel better once you do. I'm guessing you've never told anyone?"

"No, I haven't. I'm scared."

"I know. But there's nothing to be scared of. And I won't tell, I promise."

"Okay…I'll tell you." Colin looked at George, who pulled a leg onto the bed as he turned to face Colin.

"K," he whispered.

Coli felt as though they sat in silence for a long time before he finally took a huge breath, looked George in the eyes and whispered, "I don't like girls."

George smiled and put his fingers under Colin's chin, raising it. "Say: I like boys." He smiled encouragingly.

"I like boys," Colin said boldly.

"Well, so do I."

They smiled at each other.

George took on a lighter tone, taking all the tension out of the air. "So you were crying because you like boys and you couldn't tell anyone?"

"Not exactly…that's not the full extent of it," Colin said nervously.

"Well, why, then?"

When Colin didn't immediately answer, George said, "Come on, now. The secrets are out, I'm sure I'll understand whatever it is!"

Colin sighed. "It's a sex thing."

George looked surprised. "Wow! You're having sex? How old are you?"

"I'm fourteen, that's plenty old enough!" Colin said indignantly.

"Yeah, that's true, I was your age my first time. You just look younger than you are."

"Ugh, I know, don't remind me." Colin rolled his eyes.

"So what happened, you have an embarrassing experience or something?"

"No…don't laugh!"

"I won't," George promised.

"I've never had an…experience," Colin admitted. George didn't laugh. "And that's the problem."

"Oohhh…" George replied, "So you're dying to get laid?" He quirked an eyebrow and an amused smile at Colin.

Colin blushed under his gaze, "Yeah, something like that. I'm dying to just…just do something with someone other than myself."

"So you're a virgin?"

"Yes."

"And you've never had a blow job, even?"

"No, I haven't. Why do you sound so surprised?" Colin started feeling a little defensive.

"Cause you're adorable…" George was serious.

"Adorable, like…" He paused to roll his eyes, "kid brother—baby adorable?"

"No," George laughed, "like completely adorable in the-pretty blue eyes, wavy blonde hair, smaller than other boys your age, I'd like to take you on a date--kind of adorable." George smiled again, and Colin blushed so deeply that his entire body felt slightly on fire.

"You want to take me on a date?"

"Yeah. I mean…I'm sixteen, so only if you don't mind dating an older man..."

Colin giggled at George's joke. "I think I can handle an older man."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really!"

"So is that a yes?'

"Yes."

"Okay, well…I propose we go on our first date now. I'll take you to the kitchens, we'll get all your favorite things, and then go to the Room of Requirement, where you'll tell me all about yourself." George stood and held his hand out to Colin, who was ridiculously happy at this point. He took George's hand and stood up from the bed.

"You know how to get to the kitchens?" he asked as they headed out the door and down the stairs.

"Yeah, I know lots of cool places at Hogwarts…"