"What's up, Weasley?" Colin narrowed his eyes at the familiar male. They had just descended the main flight of stairs entering into the dungeons of Hogwarts, when Blaise Zabini approached them. Colin did not like the way Zabini was looking at George. The tone of his greeting was much too suggestive, coupled with the way his eyes raked over George's body; Colin turned red due to the fury—and jealousy—he was feeling towards Zabini.
"I was just walking Colin to class. How have you been, Blaise?" George's greeting was friendly enough, though he must have noticed that Colin was silently brewing beside him, because he reached out and grasped Colin's hand firmly in his.
Ha! Colin thought triumphantly when Zabini's eyes flickered to his hand in George's.
"Not too bad, but I've been better," Zabini answered George, his eyes darting between the two. "I hear you're doing…well." He looked again at Colin.
Colin couldn't help himself. He squeezed tighter on George's hand and took a step closer to him. George squeezed back.
"Have you met Colin?" George asked, pulling Colin slightly forward.
Colin looked straight at the older boy, not hesitating when he answered George's question, though George hadn't asked Colin anything, "No, we haven't met. I'm Colin Creevey." He pulled his hand out of George's and crossed his arms over his chest before continuing, "and I'm George's lover." His tone was defiant and bold, even for a Gryffindor.
Zabini's eyebrows shot up into his dark hairline, but he recovered quickly in true Slytherin fashion. "Oh, really?" He sneered at Colin.
Colin opened his mouth to reply, but George beat him to it. "Yes, really," he laughed, not at all bothered by Zabini's reaction, "this sassy little thing is mine-"
Sassy! Colin's eyebrows shot up as he turned to look at George.
"—and he and I will both be late for class if we don't leave, so….bye, Blaise." With that, he steered Colin around the Slytherin and further into the dungeons.
Colin could see that George was doing everything is his power to not laugh. They came to the Potions corridor quickly. It was deserted, because most of the students were already in the classroom, most likely in fear of being tardy to Professor Snape's class. Colin tried to snag the opportunity to question George about the sassy comment.
"I am not sassy, George!" He exclaimed in a quiet voice, rounding on the other boy.
George just laughed and pushed Colin roughly into a small alcove around the corner from the classroom, Colin gasping and spluttering the whole way at George's reaction to his statement.
"George, what-" he began, but his back hit the stones behind him, and George's mouth covered his own. Colin's mind seemed to turn to mush as George's body and lips pressed against him, hard and rough. George bit his lip hard, and Colin had the fleeting notion that his lip may actually be bleeding. He wrapped his arms around George's neck. His kissed him back and grinded against him, wanting nothing more than to be snogged to death in this corner of the dungeon. The kiss was broke with a sudden jerk at Colin's hair. Colin winced, again, but was achingly aroused by George's hand pulling his hair, exposing his neck. George's lips and teeth along the sensitive skin there made his knees weak. He was fairly sure that he wasn't supporting his own weight at this point. He felt George's other hand fumbling with his robes, but didn't understand what he was doing until he felt George's palm pressed against his erection. He gasped at the contact—skin and fabric. Then George was moving his hand, stroking Colin's erection through his pants. Colin let out a moan, trying with all his might to be quiet.
Just as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. George took his hands, his mouth, and his body away from him. Colin tried to grip the stone walls to keep from sliding down as his mind raced to catch up with the loss of contact.
"Wh—Wha—What?" He gasped, eyes widening in need and confusion as he looked at George. George's smile was wicked. He slowly took a step back towards Colin, then another. Colin bit his lip to keep from moaning as George got closer. George stepped right up to him—toe to toe. Colin grabbed the front of his robes, wanting George to kiss him again more than anything at that moment. "George…" Colin begged with those blue eyes. George's grin only widened.
"You are very sassy," he started, speaking slowly, low and sexy. "After watching that very sassy display of jealousy, I want nothing more than to fuck you straight through that wall behind you…" he leaned forward, bring his lips closer and closer to Colin's.
Yes yes yes yes yes, was all Colin could think. He didn't move, most likely wasn't breathing, and he certainly didn't care that he was feet away from a full classroom, about to be late.
"But," George said, pulling back slightly, "You're late for class…so I can't do that right now."
"Good decision, Mister Weasley,"
Colin and George's eyes widened at each other, both realizing that they had been caught. They hurriedly scrambled into the middle of the hallway, standing before Snape.
Colin felt like every ounce of blood in his body was rising to surface, setting more than his face on fire. He fidgeted between his robes and his hair, knowing that he must look thoroughly snogged. George, as usual, took the situation in stride, and tried to get every laugh possible out of it.
"Hello, Professor. Thank you so much for the compliment." George smiled pleasantly at Snape, while Colin's eyes widened further and his heart sped up to an even faster pace.
The next few moments, Colin felt that surely he should have died from shock. Professor Severus Snape—"Bat of the Dungeons"—twitched around the mouth. Twitched, is what Colin called it in his mind, because it most certainly could not have been a non-hostile smirk and definitely not a smile! But the words that followed out of the Potion Master's mouth blew these theories out of the water.
"Perhaps you should make your…" Snape had been speaking to George, but now his eyes moved to Colin. Snape's expression was amused. "…lover, I believe is what you called it?"
Colin spluttered, the lack of ability to form sentences for explanations becoming a reoccurring theme.
George answered for him, another reoccurring theme, "That's right, sir."
Snape turned his attention back to George, eyebrow arched, "Perhaps you should make your lover more presentable before he enters his class?"
"Right, professor," George answered, seemingly unsurprised by the Professor's unusual behavior towards the two Gryffindors.
"And Colin, do try not to make a scene when you come in." Snape promptly turned his back on them and approached the Potions door, throwing another twitch of the mouth in their direction.
"Oh my god," Colin whispered when Snape left them alone in the corridor.
"Come here," George turned Colin towards him and began pulling at stray hairs and running his hands along his robes. "You do look thoroughly shagged. There's not much I can do for the swollen lips and flushed cheeks, but I prefer you that way, so…there," he finished grooming Colin, who had not spoken a word through the treatment. "Are you alright?" George asked, concerned.
"Snape…just…what the fuck just happened?" he finally managed, eyes meeting George's.
George gently smiled back. "I don't know, but I say we just go with it. Snape obviously doesn't have an issue with our…relationship."
"I'm so confused," Colin sighed, relieved yet still in a state of slight shock.
"Me, too, lover," George answered him.
Colin looked at George, a smile forming on his lips. "You like the word lover?"
"Just as much as I like boyfriend."
Both of their smiles widened after the exchange. Realizing they had to get a move on, they located their forgotten bags, George kissed Colin quick but firmly, and Colin approached the Potions Room alone, slightly nervous. He took a deep breath before reaching his hand out and turning the knob.
Colin crept into the classroom as silently as he could; nevertheless, he still received attention from every student in the room. Snape was sitting at his desk and appeared to be grading papers. He didn't look up when Colin came in. Colin made it to the chair beside Ginny. She looked at him knowingly, smiling in a way that reminded Colin of George. She indicated the book on the desk in front of her. Colin looked at her, puzzled, but soon noticed the books at the desks of every person. He quickly and silently pulled his own book from his bag, and flipped to the same page as Ginny.
He found himself having a hard time concentrating on the text in front of him, and his eyes constantly looked around the room. Many times, he would accidentally catch another student looking at him—mostly male students, and he wondered what they thought of him. Surely they knew about him and George by now. When he finally found the bravery to sneak a look at Snape, it was much like when Harry looked at him in the Great Hall that morning. Snape looked back into Colin's eyes, smiled quickly, and returned to his grading. Colin blushed hard and realized for the first time that he had an attraction to his Potions Professor.