Potions was much worse than Colin's already horrible expectations. He had tried to slip into the room unnoticed, and he was halfway to the empty seat a few feet away when Snape's voice sliced the silence.
"Mr. Creevey, do explain why you are nearly half an hour late for my class." His voice was cold, deep, and unfeeling. Colin froze in his tracks at the sound of it, fear rendering him momentarily speechless. "Please, do utilize your words, you incompetent Gryffindor!"
"Um, I…I was…I'm sorry?" He stuttered through the lack of explanation. Snape was moving slowly through the desks, getting closer and closer to him.
"I didn't ask for an apology, Mr. Creevey, I want an explanation…immediately!" Snape reached him, glaring down at the frightened boy.
"I overslept…sir," Colin lied in a barely audible quiver. Snape stared at him for a moment, his eyes flickering to his neck. A curious expression crossed the Potions Master's face, and he lifted his hand to grasp Colin's chin. Colin was confused and more terrified than he had ever been in his entire life. When Snape forced his face to the side, it dawned on him: Oh fuck fuck hell no! I bet I have a million hickies! When Snape released his chin, a queer expression marked his pale features.
"Take your seat, Mr. Creevey," he monotoned. Colin released the breath he didn't know he had been holding as Snape swirled around and stalked back to the front of the classroom in a cloud of billowing black. "Fifty points from Gryfindor," he added, facing the completely silent classroom. The right side of the room, dominated by Slytherin students, snickered between themselves.
Colin slumped into the unoccupied seat beside Genny. "Sst," he winced involuntarily, having sat down much too hard. Genny was looking at him funny, but he ignored her, not wishing to come up with another lie so early in the morning. He looked to the front of the room in time to notice Snape giving him another odd expression. Great, he probably caught that and knows I got butt-fucked all night.
Colin breathed a sigh of relief as class ended. He threw his things into his bag haphazardly and limped as fast as he could out of the room. He was out the door before the rest of the class had even risen from their seats. He felt like he couldn't exit the dungeons fast enough. Finally he reached the bathroom across from his Transfiguration class. He pushed the door open and walked inside. George was standing there by the sink waiting for him.
"That bad?" he asked in response to the look of distress on Colin's face.
Colin stood in front of the mirror looking in horror at his bruised neck. "Fuck why didn't you tell me I had all these?"
"Sorry, I guess I didn't think about it. You get called out on it or something?"
"Not exactly; however, Snape definitely noticed!"
"Shit! Really? What'd he say?" George asked, obviously sorry he hadn't informed the younger Gryffindor of his neck décor.
"Nothing, really, he just got a really good look at them. Amazingly, he only took points. I didn't even get a detention."
"Wow! That's what I call cause for celebration!" He pulled Colin into his arms and kissed him. Frustrated as Colin was, he couldn't resist George's ministrations. He put his arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
"Wait, we should get in a stall—wouldn't wanna get caught doing this now would we?" George pulled Colin into the last stall. He pushed Colin against the door and began kissing him again, somewhat frantic. "So sorry I bruised you," he muttered.
"Mmm, it's okay, just don't stop." Colin gripped George's hair as George buried his face in Colin's neck, moving his robe aside. Colin dropped his bag onto the floor beside him only barely aware that the contents had spilled out. George's hand was massaging Colin's dick through his pants, and he was no doubt leaving fresh hickies on his neck. "Please…" Colin moaned.
"Please what? Tell me," George answered, pulling back to unbuckle Colin's belt.
"Anything, just please touch it."
George shoved Colin's pants and underwear down to his knees and began pumping his cock violently.
"Oh fuck! Mmm…yes, please don't stop please!" Colin begged, his knees growing weak as George brought him closer to orgasm. He was silenced when George mashed their lips together as roughly as he was stroking him. He suddenly pulled away completely. Colin could only splutter at the loss of contact. George dropped quickly to his knees and before Colin could comprehend the change in position, his dick was being sucked completely into George's mouth. He gave spluttering a whole new meaning.
Neither boy heard the bathroom door opening—never noticed that someone had entered and exited. When they were done, both scrambling to retrieve Colin's things, Colin didn't notice that a certain folder containing certain illicit photos was now missing.