Half an hour later, they were showered, dressed in their uniforms, and on their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. They walked into a surprise after rounding the last corner.
"Oh! Colin! And…and George! Hi!" Dennis Creevey, an even smaller version of Colin, was bouncing on the spot, just outside the double doors. "Colin….could I…could I talk to you for a minute?"
"Uh, sure…" Colin said to his brother. He glanced up at George.
"Go on," George said. "I'll go on in."
"Thanks," Colin smiled gratefully. George squeezed his hand and smiled before walking into the Great Hall.
"Dennis, there's something I need to tell you," Coin quickly began after George had slipped through the double doors.
"You and George, I already know," Dennis interrupted.
"Are you mad?" Colin asked timidly.
"No," Dennis smiled. "Although, I wish you had told me, instead of having to hear it through the rumor mill."
"Sorry…so you…you're really okay with it?"
Dennis shrugged and continued to smile, "Of course. You're my brother. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."
Colin breathed a sigh of relief. "That means a lot to me," he said.
Dennis smiled bright, so much like Colin, and rushed forward, hugging his big brother tight around his middle. Colin hugged him back.
"So you ready to go in?" Dennis asked, motioning to the doors.
"Don't you mean out?" Colin quirked an eyebrow at his brother in a very George-like fashion.
Dennis looked at him for a long moment, clearly not getting the joke. Finally, realization dawned on him—"Oh! Oh! Haha! Out, I get it!" He laughed as though he had understood all along.
Colin laughed back and rolled his eyes in good humor. "Come on, little brother." He put his arm across Dennis's shoulders, walking with him into the Great Hall.
Colin didn't know exactly what he expected. Maybe a collective gasp from the magical student body; perhaps for every head to turn in unison as he entered; possibly hexes fired in his general direction. Fortunately, his imagination was much more interesting than the real circumstance.
Dennis skipped off to the end of the Gryffindor table, sitting with his friends.
Where am I supposed to sit? The thought suddenly struck him. He usually sat with his year, across from Ginny Weasley. George sat several places away, with the older students, and closer to Harry's year. Should I just go sit with him? Colin fidgeted as the shy face of his personality took over. He made his way down the table, knowing he would have to pass George in order to reach his usual seat. He subconsciously sped up as he made to pass George; he wasn't even a full step past him, though, when he felt a hand close on his wrist, halting him. He looked back to see George smiling curiously at him.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"Er…" was all Colin could manage.
"I saved you a seat," George indicated the empty space beside him.
"Oh…thanks," Colin replied shyly, his cheeks going slightly pink. He took his seat beside George, silently, not making eye contact with the other occupants around he and George.
He was pleasantly surprised when George put his arm around him, pulling him closer by the hip.
"You look so cute when you're shy," George whispered in his ear, so silently that no one else could hear.
Colin felt his blush burn redder, unable to do anything to stop it. He glared defiantly at George, but George only grinned wider at that, squeezing Colin's hip tighter.
"George, are you going to introduce us to your boyfriend or what?" Lee Jordan, directly across from Colin and George, interrupted the exchange.
Colin blushed again, but looked bravely at Lee.
"This is my boyfriend, Colin; Colin, this is Lee." George motioned between the two.
"Nice to meet you," Colin said shy, yet polite. "You do the commentary for Quidditch, right?" Colin asked, still speaking quietly.
"Yes I do!" Lee said proudly, smiling comically.
"And a damn good job he does!" Fred clapped Lee hard on the back, causing him to choke on his pumpkin juice.
"Careful, there mate," George laughed.
"Fuck you both," Lee jested in return.
Colin was laughing at the three, feeling more comfortable as the attention was taken off of him. His breakfast experience was completely different than it had ever been. He could barely eat, thanks to Fred and George, who kept everyone within earshot roaring with laughter. For the first time in a long time, Colin forgot about Harry Potter. It wasn't until Fred and Lee left, claiming to have last minute assignments to finish, that Colin noticed that many of the students up and down the Gryffindor table were sneaking glances at he and George. His eyes landed on Harry during his scan of the table. As though Harry could sense Colin's eyes on him, he looked up, straight at Colin. Colin's breath involuntarily hitched. Then Harry smiled and winked before returning his attention to the food in front of him.
"I saw that," George startled Colin, who jumped at the sound of George's voice behind him. He whipped his head around to look at him.
"I did nothing to bring that on!" Colin said immediately. "Don't be mad!"
George chuckled and rolled his eyes. He reached his hand under the table, resting it on Colin's leg. "I'm not mad. I just think it's…cute…how worked up you get when he flirts with you."
Colin huffed, "There you go with that word again. I swear I'm going to take an aging potion if you keep it up!"
"I told you before, cute is what I'm into," George reminded Colin. Then he added in a much lower voice, "Cute makes me hard."
Colin spluttered over the come-back that fell out of his mind completely at George's words. "You…well…I…what does that have to do with-" he paused to lower his own voice and lean closer to George, "—with Harry flirting with me?"
"Well…" George put one leg on the outside of the bench so that he was facing Colin fully. "The thought of Harry fucking you turns me on to no end…knowing that you would like me watching the two of you…" he exhaled as the image undoubtedly made its presence in his imagination. "But," he continued even more quietly, "…I get jealous when he's near you. I don't mind that he flirts with you…but…I think he needs to know that…you are mine."
Colin's eyes had been glued to George's, but by the time George had finished speaking, he couldn't take his eyes off of his lips. He was so aroused, not able to focus well as several stimulants invaded his mind. It was as though every word George had said was specifically designed to turn him on. The thought of Harry fucking him, the thought of George watching them, the way George had said you are mine, and even knowing that George was jealous of the reaction Harry could get from Colin…all served to harden his prick and make his ass pucker.
"Y-yours?" Colin finally stuttered through his haze. "How…how will you let him know…that…that I'm…yours?" he whispered, a little nervous. I just know people are watching us! The thought occurred to him, but he paid it little mind as George reached a hand to Colin's face, stroking along his jaw line, to his pink lips, and running a thumb over his bottom lip.
"How about I kiss you—right here in front of all these people…right in front of Harry?" he challenged.
"Yes," Colin answered in a quiet moan without hesitation. George leaned in even closer. Colin noticed his eyes flicker in Harry's direction –He's looking at Harry!—before he closed his mouth over Colin's lips. Colin didn't resist the kiss; although, he could do nothing to stop the heat from flooding his cheeks again. He leaned into it, though, loving the feel of those lips on his, that hand stroking his face, and that other hand, rubbing the fabric over his quickly-hardening—
"Oi! Enough of that you bloody Gryffindors! I'm trying to eat!" George and Colin both snapped their heads in the direction of Draco Malfoy's voice at the Slytherin table. Before either of them could even form a coherent come-back, Harry was yelling across the Great Hall, "Mind your own fucking business, Malfoy!"
"Fuck you Potter!" Draco yelled back.
"Fuck me? Fuck ME? Fuck You, you little asshole!"
Colin and George, along with the rest of the Great Hall, were looking back and forward between the two like they were at a Muggle tennis match. Draco tensed at Harry's words, as though about to retort; instead, he rose gracefully from his table and left through the double doors. Colin and George looked around as everyone in the room began talking, returning to their previous conversations.
"Well, that was certainly convincing," George muttered.
"Yeah, and apparently Draco's got a tight ass," Colin laughed as the words left his mouth. He laughed harder as George choked on the piece of bacon he had been about to swallow.
"I cannot believe you just said that!" George laughed, looking at Colin with wide, laughing eyes. "One second you're shy, the next you're horny as hell, and then you make the funniest fucking statement of the entire morning!" he continued laughing.
"Well, you know…I try," Colin smiled up at him.
"Hey," Harry said, having approached the pair.
George continued laughing but Colin's mouth shut fast and his shyness once again took over.
"What's up, Harry?" George greeted him, trying very hard to get his fit of laughter under control.
"Not too much," he said, "wanted to see if you two would meet us tonight?"
"Oh, uh…" George looked at Colin. "Do we want to meet them tonight?" He asked the blushing boy beside him.
"Um…sure, if you want," Colin said quietly, forcing himself to bravely (though shyly) smile at George, then at Harry.
"Where were you wanting to meet?" George asked Harry, now much more serious.
"Room of Requirement, an hour before curfew?" he asked.
"Sure," George answered, then to Colin, "that good?"
"Oh, yeah…yeah, definitely," Colin answered.
"Alright, great," Harry smiled at Colin. "See the pair of you tonight then."
"Yeah, see you," Colin waved.
"Later," George waved as well as Harry made his way out of the Great Hall.
"So…three guesses as to where he's headed right now," George said as he and Colin both watched Harry leave.
Without delay, Colin counted off on his fingers, " Malfoy's. Tight. Ass." This brought on another wave of unbidden laughter from George.
"Come on," George said, pushing himself from the table. "We should go now if I'm going to walk my very shy, very sexy, and completely hilarious boyfriend to class."
Colin took the hand that George offered, and rose from the bench as well, smiling from ear to ear as he was led out of the room—by my very strong, very manly, very hot older boyfriend.