Colin and George held hands while walking in the privacy of the deserted corridor. Upon leaving the Room of Requirement, they had made the decision to talk to Harry as soon as they got back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I'm so nervous," Colin fidgeted.

"Understandable, but it will be okay. Harry's a good guy…a good gay guy," he laughed almost to himself, "I still can't believe him and Malfoy, of all people to have a secret affair. That's juicy gossip!"

"Yeah, you should have seen them together…fuck…it was so hot…" For the first time in what felt like forever, Colin zoned out on the image in his mind.

"I wish I had seen those pictures!" George exclaimed. "Who topped?"

"Harry," Colin raised an eyebrow at George, "and Malfoy fucking loved it."

"Fuck, I bet it was hot," George said, opening the portrait entrance. They broke hands as they climbed through the hole. The common room was littered with students studying, playing exploding snap, and talking in small groups around the fires and table-tops.

"I don't see him…" Colin said as they both scanned the room. "But Ron and Hermione are there," he pointed out, "Maybe they know where he is."

"Come on, let's ask," George replied, leading over to the occupied chairs at one of the fire places. "Hey little brother; Miss Granger."

"What do you want?" Ron said dryly, not looking up from his notes to look at them.

"Where Harry is," George quipped.

"Don't know. Why?" Ron said.

"Just wanted to have a chat with him. So no idea where he is then?"

"Nope," Ron muttered.

"He said he had some things to do, but he didn't say what," Hermione offered.

"Thanks, Hermione."

George and Colin turned from the pair.

"Oh well," Colin sighed, "I guess we can't talk to him now."

"No, but you're not out of it."

"I know," Colin grumbled.

"George! Colin!" Hermione came up behind them, a galleon in her hand. "It just burned—DA tonight, one hour." She explained, then went back to her seat.

"I'm gonna clean my bed off and shower. Wanna meet me here before the meeting?" Colin asked.

"Yeah, I need to shower, too. Meet you in thirty?"

"Yep."

On the way up the stairs, George groped Colin's bottom and kissed his cheek. "See ya."

"Bye," Colin shyly responded.

Colin entered his dormitory, muttered "hellos" to the occupants, and crossed over to his bed. He cleared the mess away fairly fast and made the bed. While in the shower, he tried to suppress the worry and dread he was feeling at having to tell Harry what he had done—Twice, he thought. Then it dawned on him that he would have to see Harry at the Defense meeting in less than an hour! The opportunity to speak to him would definitely come up tonight, especially considering George would be there to make sure it happened. He sighed a breath of sudden relief. At least George'll be there. He'll take care of it. The thought brought a smile on his face as he washed his hair. George was sweet, mature, funny, and sexy, at least to Colin. Although he still sometimes drooled at the sight of Harry, he knew was absolutely crazy about George. Such a little faggot, he giggled to himself while rinsing the soap from his body. So what if I fall for the first guy I'm ever with… This thought did send a small fear into Colin's mind. I hope he falls for me, too, he pleaded to no one.

Colin stepped from the shower, dried off, did his hair, and brushed his teeth. He walked to his wardrobe to put on his usual robes. He halted as he reached for them. The older students don't usually wear their school robes outside of class, he remembered. He moved his hand to a pair of faded blue jeans that he hardly ever wore. His father had bought them for him at a muggle shop when they had taken a trip to America last summer. He put a blue t-shirt on his top half. When he caught his reflection in the mirror, he had to do a double-take. The muggle look changed his appearance completely. In his school robes, he looked tiny and young—pretty dorky; but, in this, he looked….still tiny, yet older just enough. I don't think I look like a dork at all, he thought.

"Fuck, you look fucking…fucking HOT!" George ogled, walking in the room. "Come the fuck over here," he demanded, wide eyed and smiling.

Colin moved over to him, blushing, "You like it?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around Colin's thin waist, pulling him in so close for a heated kiss. "Goddamn," he breathed, looking down at Colin's blue eyes—seemingly bluer over his blue shirt. "You look so fucking beautiful," he whispered.

Colin put his forehead on George's chest, "You're making me shy, but thanks. I figured I could stop dressing like I'm five."

"You didn't look five before! I like the good little schoolboy act you put on for everyone except me," George said, pulling Colin closer, groping his ass.

"Don't we have to leave soon?" Colin smiled up at George.

"Yeah, I guess. Can't we just skip it?" George whined.

"No, we have to talk to Harry, remember?" Colin pulled away and went to his bed to pick up his wand.

"I know. And we will. Damn your ass looks great in those jeans! Please, Colin, let's just stay here!" He moved up behind Colin, wrapping his arms around him and kissing the top of his blonde head.

"George, look at this," Colin whispered, staring at the item in his hands.

"What?" George peered over Colin's shoulder. His eyes quickly bulged as he realized exactly what he was seeing. "Oh my—fuck!—Harry—Malfoy—Holy Fucking Shit!" he cried, taking the picture from Colin. "Oh, wow, this is crazy!" He gawked at the photo.

"Yeah, it's great, I was there. But look at the note in the corner." Colin pointed to it.

"R o R 9 pm tonight…" George continued, "Bring your boyfriend," he paused after reading it. "Who's it from?"

"I don't know. It was under my pillow with my wand."

"You keep your wand under your pillow?" George asked.

"Not funny." Colin snatched the picture from George, folded it and put it in his back pocket. "Fuck, I guess we won't have to talk to Harry tonight; we gotta talk to whoever left this for us right after DA." He groaned in frustration.

"So…am I the boyfriend they're referring to?" George wondered allowed.

"Well, you're the only guy I'm sleeping with, so yeah, I guess that's you…don't worry. I won't use the word boyfriend, Colin added.

George smiled and hugged the surly boy. "We'll talk about that later," he kissed Colin quickly on the lips. "Let's just go to DA, talk to this guy, and spend the night together in our room."

"Our room?" Colin asked.

"You know, the room the Room of Requirement always gives us," George laughed.

"Oh, our room, yeah."

"Alright, cheer up! Everything will be fine. I'll make sure of it." George slung his arm over Colin's shoulders.

Walking to the door, Colin replied, "Thanks so much for helping me with this mess, George."

Not missing a beat, George retorted, "What are boyfriends for?" He smiled, bringing a genuine, puppy love grin to Colin's face.