The contents of Colin's trunk and schoolbag were dumped out on his unmade bed. He stood looking down at the mess, breathing heavy, flushed, and hair standing on end from pulling at it during his desperate search. It's not here, he thought.
"Fuck, it's not here," he whispered allowed. Tears of frustration filled his eyes. "Where could they be?" He spoke to the empty room, his gaze hovering on spots he had already scavenged.
He spun around at the sound of the door opening to see his even smaller brother walk in. "Hey, I'm supposed to tell you—dang bro, what's with the mess?" He approached Colin's side and peered down at the pile.
"Nothing, just looking for something," Colin mumbled. "What were you supposed to tell me?"
"What did you lose? I can help you look," said Dennis, picking up an old book from the pile.
"No, I found it, but what did you need?" Colin was frazzled and needed this conversation to end as soon as possible.
"George is looking for you. He's in the common room."
"Oh. Thanks. I'll go down now."
"Are you sure? Maybe we should clean this up."
"No, really, Dennis, I need to talk to George anyway."
As soon as they were down the stairs and Dennis had rejoined his small huddle of friends, Colin bee-lined for George.
"Hey," George smiled, standing from his circle of friends to greet Colin.
"Hey, I need to talk to you," Colin communicated silently.
"Yeah, sure. You okay?" George worried.
"No, I'm not," Colin's tears were almost at breaking point. "Can we go to the Room of Requirement?"
"Yeah, let's go," George led the way to the portrait hole and down the corridors to the room of requirement. Colin paced before empty stretch of wall, waiting for the door to appear.
"It's there," George announced. He opened the door and followed Colin in.
The room of requirement was much the same as it was the first time they had come there together. A bed, a fireplace, a couch and chairs huddled around a coffee table. George immediately made for the bed, halting Colin in his tracks.
"No, George, I really need to talk to you."
"I know, I can tell. I just wanna hold you while you do, okay?"
"That does sound good." Colin mumbled, moving onto the bed to lay his head against George's chest. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong? Tell me." George asked.
"I…I have a secret. And it's bad." Colin said.
George chuckled and pulled Colin tighter against him. "It can't be that bad."
"Oh…" Colin exhaled, "You'd be surprised."
"A bigger secret than me? What is it?"
Colin closed his eyes and readied himself to confess. "A little while ago I took magical photos of Harry and Draco having sex and they don't know about it. I had forgotten about it when you and me started hooking up, but I noticed today that they were missing, and I've looked everywhere, but they're not anywhere. If someone finds those…" Colin couldn't say anymore. He was out of breath and crying, clinging tight to George. "What am I gonna do?" He managed to say.
"Wow," was all George could say at first. "Harry and Malfoy? Really?"
"Yeah, you see why it's such a big deal now?"
"Oh yes, I see…but…if someone else had those pictures, don't you think everyone would know by now? That the death eater's son and the boy who lived have fucked?"
Colin laughed dryly, "More than just fucked. They're in love, I can definitely tell you that much."
"Well, the same question still applies, because I haven't heard a single rumor about those two…besides, if someone does find them how are they gonna know it was you who took the pictures?"
"George, I kept those in my bag! They had to have been taken from there, so of course whoever has them knows they're mine! I didn't just leave them lying around." Colin propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at George.
George smiled and stroked a finger down Colin's cheek. "Look, it will be okay. Maybe you should just talk to Harry, tell him what--"
"What are you crazy! I already bug the shit out of him! I'm not telling him I hid in a cupboard and watched him and his nemesis fuck! Twice!"
"Twice?" George's eyebrows shot up, his grin growing.
"Yes twice!" Colin swiped a hand at George. "Stop laughing! This is not funny!"
"Okay, okay, okay," George brought his smile down to a slight glow. "Listen, Harry's like a brother to me. He'll understand…I think. But he won't hate you for it, I promise."
Colin stared back at him, doubtful.
"Uhh, okay, do you want me to talk to him for you?" George offered.
"Would you just talk to him with me? I just don't wanna do it by myself." Colin lowered his eyes, ashamed of the fear he felt at confronting Harry.
George pulled Colin down on the pillows and hovered over him. "Of course. Now…stop. Worrying. We'll talk to him tonight and everything will be fine. I promise."
"I don't believe you," Colin pouted in the way he had learned would turn George to mush.
"You're so fucking cute," he smiled. "Sexy cute, you know that."
"You can do stuff to me now, I feel a lot better."
George threw his head back and laughed hard. "You make it sound like you don't like it!"
"I like it, I'm just having a stressful day!"
"Awe, I'm sorry, sexy baby," he leaned down and kissed Colin slowly, sweetly. Colin laced his arms around George's neck, urging him further atop him. George complied, and Colin spread his legs, arching for friction. "You seem to feel better already," George whispered.
"Shut. Up." Colin moaned, pulling George back into the kiss. George's laugh was muffled in Colin's mouth, infecting Colin with the same symptom.
It didn't take long for their kisses to lead to roaming hands and discarded clothing. George sat back on his heels, watching his lubed fingers stroke Colin's cock. He watched Colin lift his thin legs, spreading himself as much as he could.
"In me, please," Colin breathed.
"Mmm…" George applied more lube and slid a finger into Colin. Colin completely relaxed under George's gentle stroking, closing his eyes and moaning silently for more. George stretched him, drinking in the sight before him, almost afraid to put his already leaking erection into the tight space.
"Please, George, please…" Colin opened his eyes, lightly running his nails down George's muscled arms. His moans were now whimpering pleas for the ultimate act.
George took his fingers out, and covered Colin's small body with his own. He kissed him, jutting his hardness against Colin's until they were both too close. Finally, he ran his slick hand across his own cock and eased slowly into Colin.
Colin lay his head back. No thoughts of dirty pictures, a mean Snape, or even Draco and Harry crossed his mind. His entire being was focused on the feel of George's dick easing into him, of George's breathing--ragged and quick--against his neck between the kisses he was placing there. This is what magic feels like, was his only coherent thought. Then George was in him completely. Both were gasping, willing the moments to follow to last a little longer, yet knowing they would end in bliss in a very short time. They opened their eyes to look at each other, coming together, each in a dream like state, to part lips and share tongues. They're thrusts were slow, slower than they'd ever been.
"I'm there," Colin whispered, releasing a moment later between their sliding bodies.
"Almost," George's warning was barely audible, but Colin didn't need to hear it. A few slow thrusts later, and Colin felt the warmth spread through him, and flowing out. They didn't move for a long time, each barely awake. George broke the peaceful silence, "That's the first time we've done that."
"Done what?" Colin was barely listening.
"Made love," George answered him simply. He lifted his head and kissed Colin chastely on the lips. "That was the first time we've made love."
"Oh…" Colin answered shyly. "It was. Are you okay with that?"
George laughed, sending vibrations through Colin. "You really worry a lot. Of course I'm okay with that. I loved it."
"I did, too."
Their lips met again, each interpreting the situation in their own minds. George, again, was the first to speak. "So, when did you want to talk to Harry?"