He pulled out a piece of paper and read aloud, 'Colin Creevey!' Roger looked deep in thought, but suddenly his face lit up and he grinned maniacally at the nervous, oncoming boy. Colin stared up at the taller boy, and gulped as he held out his wrist tentatively.

'What are you going to make me do?' he whispered.

'You're the kid with the camera, yes?' Colin nodded, and Roger grinned even more. 'Colin Creevey, I dare you to take self portraits with you in various different costumes, poses et cetera, and then sneak out in the middle of the night to hang them all in the Great Hall, so everyone can see them in the morning.'

'Um, ok,' squeaked Colin in response. He blushed at the sound of cheering from crowd of students in the Hall. The piece of parchment wrapped around his wrist and sealed shut with a slight hiss, sealing his fate.

~o~

It was a summer afternoon and the last Hogsmeade trip of the school year, however Colin couldn't enjoy the village that weekend. He was painfully aware that he must complete his dare that day or face the horrors of whatever the twins were planning for a forfeit. It was the leaving feast the next day and that was when it was planned for, whatever it was. Horrifyingly, he had realised that if his pictures weren't taken down they would be having the feast amongst portraits of him. He knew he shouldn't have left his dare so late, but he really despised having to do it. His pictures had to be artistically perfect, that was a definite. They may laugh at him, but not his artwork.

So when midday came on the Saturday, he bid his friends goodbye and watched them sadly from the window of his dormitory as they walked down to the village. When they were out of sight he turned and faced the set that he'd built out of what he could find in his room. It looked terrible, like some sort of seedy boudoir, what with the cushions scattered around and the low lighting. It was the best he could do with the resources he had at his disposal though, and he wasn't really focussing on the background. More on how he wasn't going to look a complete prat!

Colin set his camera up, added the necessary filters and set up the timer. Then he had to work out how he was going to do the photos. In the previous days he had come up with a storyboard, however as he stared at it again it seemed weak and silly. It was all he had though, so he set about preparing for the first one...

After hours of prepping himself, taking photos and checking over them meticulously he came to the last picture that he'd planned out. It was daring but would also be a two fingers up to Roger and Fred who said he should be nude in one of them. He'd gone into the Fifth-Year's dormitory earlier on in the day and had stolen the Invisibility Cloak that Harry owned. He ran it through his fingers, marvelling at the silky touch of it and decided that yes, he would do that photo. Trembling, he stripped himself of his clothes and placed the cloak over his shoulders. His whole body was rendered invisible apart from his head. He walked over to the camera and started the countdown timer, before standing proudly in front of the curtains of the four-poster bed adorned with the Gryffindor lion. Colin slightly let the cloak slip down, it uncovered his leg just enough to prove that he was indeed, naked. He revealed his hand and stuck up his middle finger to the camera and posed in that position until the flash went off.

Satisfied with his results he started to pack away, but he was startled by a movement at the door. It was Seamus from the year above, he looked appallingly around the room before spotting Colin trying to hide into the corner.

'Jaysus, Creevey! You doing a porno shoot in 'ere or somet'ing? You haven't seen Harry's cloak, have ya? He's looking for it.' Silently, Colin handed the older boy the cloak. With a nod that said I'll just leave you to it, Seamus grabbed it and slowly backed out of the dormitory. Horrified, Colin covered his face in his hands and wondered whether he really was brave enough to hang the pictures up.

Night had long fallen when Colin had finally plucked up his Gryffindor courage. After waiting until his roommates had finally fallen asleep, whilst pretending to also be sleeping, he slipped out of bed and put on his shoes. Still fully clothed he took his camera from his bed side table and made his way down to the Common Room. With no one still around he made his way down the Hogwarts darkroom to develop his pictures. The lack of light wasn't a problem to him; he could make the journey in his sleep, he'd been there so many times before. It was the fact that any of the teachers or Inquisitorial Squad could be patrolling. Even though the IS had been given strict directions to not report any of the people who were completing dares to the teachers, they still didn't have a problem docking points.

He made it all the way to the darkroom without being spotted. Colin let out a breath that he didn't even realise he was holding when he entered the familiar room. He felt at home in the room, and knew it better than almost anyone in the castle. He took the camera from his pocket and extracted the film reel, hoping and praying that the pictures weren't a complete disaster.

When the pictures were finally developed it was very early morning, he could see the haze of the morning sun as he entered the Great Hall. Quickly he began to levitate the pictures onto the walls, and using a sticking charm that he'd learnt in the days previously, he stuck them all around the room. When he came to the semi-naked picture of him he debated long and hard where to place it. Eventually he decided on putting it behind the staff table. It was the pinnacle of his days work and he thought that it should be visible to everyone in the school. Normally he wouldn't have been so daring, but he wanted to show the school he wasn't as fearful as what everyone thought. It might also have been the excess adrenaline and the lack of sleep that gave him that recklessness, whatever it was, he was thankful for it.

When the picture was securely in place, he turned his back and thought of his bed that was awaiting him. However, there was a figure blocking his path out of the Great Hall.

'Well, well, Creevey. I'm afraid you're out of bed,' said Pansy Parkinson with a sneer.

'You... you can't report me. The rules say-'

I know what the rules say,' she scoffed. 'However, I can still deduct points from you. It seems I have no choice so... 20 points from Gryffindor for being out of bed at night. It would be more but I think you've punished yourself by merely putting those pictures up. If I were you, I would've just taken the forfeit; they're terrible. Night, Creevey.'

Colin watched, disheartened, as she stalked out of the Great Hall and saw her disappear down the stairs into the dungeons. Cursing his luck, Colin began to make his way back to the seventh floor, fortunately not running into anyone else on the journey.

The Fat Lady was extremely displeased when he woke her up to let him in, but he didn't have the heart in him to care that much; Pansy had shot down his pictures. He knew she was a bitch but, really, she had no right to do that. All of his hard work during the day had apparently been for nothing. Maybe she was right, or maybe his lack of sleep was making him feel emotional. Either way, he couldn't wait to get into his bed and sleep. Just before heading up to his dormitory he placed the slip of paper in the pot that Hermione had placed on the side in the Common Room.

He was awoken several hours too early by Ginny Weasley who shook him awake to tell him that his pictures had caused quite a storm. Groaning, he rolled out of bed and ambled towards the Great Hall, not really caring about how much trouble he would be in.

~o~

'Well isn't that wonderful? We all get to see Colin in the buff. Cheers for that, Roger!' said Fred sarcastically.

'No one said anything about being... you know... with nothing on,' whispered Colin. His face blushed red with the thought of everyone seeing him without his clothes.

'Well that's completely optional, Creevey,' said Roger. 'But I'm sure some of the lovely ladies are clamouring to see your impressive... physique.'

'Ok, Davies. You've said your part, go sit down and think about flirting with Minnie,' said George with a glare towards the older boy. Reluctantly Roger obliged and walked back to his group of friends who all gave him a pitying look and a fleeting pat on the back. Fred held out the pot to Colin who picked a piece of paper from the top.

A.N - So, how do you like it so far? Don't forget your suggestions are like my food! I need them to survive. So please leave some in my inbox or on a review. until next time!