Description: Colin Creevey gets a show. HP/DM.

Colin ducked into the cupboard and pulled the door just enough for he and his brand new camera to have a good view: The fourteen year old fidgeted with the magical device to get it to the setting that allowed it to take clear pictures in dim lighting without the use of a flash or extra light source. He had just received it by owl-delivery that morning during breakfast in the great hall.

It was the best camera there was. It was smaller than his old camera, and while it still had a muggle look to it, it was anything but ordinary. It had an endless amount of features; so many, that Colin hadn't come near to using them all in the nearly twelve hours he had had it. It also worked really well with spells and charms. For example, it would take pictures through a door or wall that had a transparency charm on it. Even in the magical world, that was truly extraordinary.

Hearing movement outside the classroom door, Colin readied his camera, hoping that tonight he'd be able to put it to its intended use. The door opened and in walked…no one. The door shut, a heartbeat passed, and Harry Potter appeared in the room, pulling off his invisibility cloak. Colin drank in the sight of what he considered to be the sexiest man alive. He'd been obsessed with Harry since he was eleven, and that obsession had only grown, along with puberty. Colin had realized in his third year that his obsession with Harry outstripped the rest of the wizarding world's obsession. Harry had been competing in the triwizard tournament that year, and Colin had been more supportive than any of his fellow Gryffindors. It was during this time in Harry's life that he started really desiring Potter on levels he hadn't expected to rise in himself. He spent his nights in the common room pretending to do homework, watching Harry with his friends, growing jealous of the closeness they shared. He'd go to his bed early, close the hangings, and wank to images of Harry allowing Colin to please him with his hands and mouth. It wasn't until early this year, Colin's fourth year, that he began wishing and dreaming of Harry fucking him. These fantasies made his masturbation sessions so much more intense. It soon became too little to stroke his own dick and play with his own ass. He finally broke down and ordered an assortment of dildos and butt-plugs to make his fantasies seem more real. He found he needed something inside him. He would pull one of his dildos, with liberal amounts of lubrication, in and out of his ass, squeezing his eyes shut while suppressing his moans—imagining frantically that it was Harry stroking and fucking him. At the end of it, he knew it could never be a possibility.

Then, a week ago, it had entered into the realm of possibilities. Colin had stayed in the Great Hall longer than usual that night at dinner; he wasn't the last student remaining, but he was one of the very few. Potions had been extra tough that day, and Colin's inability to do anything but daydream about the new butt plug in his trunk had earned him a detention the following evening. Finally leaving the Great Hall, he drug his feet in the direction of Gryffindor tower. Just as he was rounding a corner, he saw Draco Malfoy, mean Slytherin, heading his direction. He quickly moved back around the corner and dashed into the first room he came to, locking it behind him. Once inside, he pressed his ear to the door to see if Draco had passed by. No sooner had his ear met the door that someone was trying to open it. Colin flew back from the door, momentarily frozen.

"What the fuck?" Draco's soft exclamation on the other side of the door threw Colin back into action.

Hide! was his one thought. Searching the room, he spotted a cupboard in the wall at the end of the room. He didn't hesitate to run towards it, slide into it, and pull it almost completely shut behind him, enclosing himself in almost total darkness. He tried to slow his breathing as he heard Draco mutter an incantation, followed by the soft click of the door unlocking. Draco stepped into the room, shut the door quietly behind him, and took a searching look around the room.

Oh my God, he saw me—he saw me come in! Colin freaked out in his mind. Draco didn't pay him much attention at school, but when he did it was horrible. He had learned the hard way to not greet Harry when Draco was nearby. And Draco's taunting at those times seemed, to Colin, to make Harry ignore him more so than he usually did. And right now Draco's eyes were definitely searching the room, looking for him! Colin's heart was beating in his chest; he was trying to not make a sound; and he was wishing he had just shut the cupboard door all the way! Until—

"Harry?" Draco's voice was quiet and gentle, and it shocked the hell out of Colin! Why was Draco looking for Harry in a seemingly empty room? When Draco didn't get a response, he calmly took off his outer robes, draping them over a nearby chair. Then he just stood there, hands in the pockets of his obviously expensive, fabulously tailored, black slacks. Colin had never seen an expression so…so…not mean…on Draco's face. Was he waiting for Harry? Colin thought incredulously, but why? He didn't have to wait much longer for an answer to either question. Harry crept into the room. As soon as he saw Draco, his face broke out with a relieved, excited grin, and –oh my god—so did Draco! Suddenly they were in each other's arms, kissing furiously.

Colin was definitely in a state of shock. Draco Malfoy is kissing Harry Potter! Harry Fucking Potter is kissing MALFOY! He moved his face closer to the opening in the cupboard as Potter pulled back a little from their heated kiss.

"I'm so sorry I'm late. Ron was asking questions," Harry explained. His fingers were stroking gently through Draco's hair, a look of pure…no way…Love on his face. Draco's face was just as loving as Harry's while he made little patterns on Harry's chest with his hands.

"It's alright, I didn't get here much sooner," Draco's sweet smile pulled another out of Harry. "I missed you so much today."

"Mmm, I know, I missed you, too." Colin was full on gaping at the pair from his hiding spot.

"I'll get to see you more tomorrow, though—we have double Potions and Care of Magical Creatures." Colin couldn't believe it, but the ….the….the cuteness with which Draco had said that made his insides turn to mush. Draco's adorable!

"I know, it's my favorite and my least favorite day." They shared a quick laugh. "When are you expected back?" Harry continued.

"Not anytime soon. I'll stay with you til curfew if you don't have to be back." He sounded so adorably hopeful.

"Ron'll definitely ask more questions, but I definitely don't give a damn." Harry smiled at Draco before pulling him in for a sweet, passionate kiss. Colin watched, transfixed, as they made out. He could see that every caress, every flick of tongue, every groan, had happened many…many, many times before. It was sexy and hot, and unbelievably romantic. He couldn't help but feel like he was intruding on something sacred—and definitely something private. Yet he knew that even if there was a way for him to escape the scene before him, he wouldn't. His dick was hard, and he needed them to continue.

Later that night, he snuck into his room well after curfew, and fucked himself senseless to images of Harry Potter fucking Draco Malfoy. Wow.

Now here he was a week later, in the cupboard again, watching Harry wait for his lover. He knew that's what they were. Last time they had said it-"I love you"- and made such beautiful love that Colin's heart burned in his chest, yearning for that feeling.

It was the next day that he ordered his camera. He had been hiding in this cupboard every night, but this was the first time they had returned. He watched Harry lay his cloak in a heap on the floor, toe his shoes off, and stretch his arms over his head. Then he walked to a chair and sat in it. Colin's eyes widened and his cock twitched and began to harden as Harry slipped his hand into the waistband of his jeans. He slouched further in the chair, spread his legs more, and closed his eyes as his head fell back.

"Mmmm," he moaned. Colin bit back furiously on his lip as he watched. He would love nothing more than to crawl out of his hiding place and between Harry's legs, open his pants, and put that big glorious cock in his mouth. He was so focused on the fantasy that he didn't notice that Draco had entered until he had locked the door behind him. Apparently, Harry hadn't either. He lifted his head at the sound and beckoned Draco to him with two fingers. Draco smiled small and sexy while obediently stepping in front of Harry.

"Suck me," was all Harry said, but the soft dominant way the words were said had Colin silently undoing his pants and releasing his cock. Draco lowered on his knees between Harry's legs and pulled Harry's jeans completely off of him. Everything about this time was opposite from the first time Colin had seen them. Draco took Potter's cock in his hand and closed his mouth around the head. Colin longed to know what was going on in that mouth. For the first time, he wanted his dick in Draco Malfoy's mouth. Potter's head fell back and he ran his hands through Draco's hair. His breathing grew heavier. He looked down at Draco through heavy lidded eyes, "Please, baby, stop teasing me….aaahh!" Draco immediately took all of it in. Colin could hear him moaning around it, like background music to Harry's "Oh fuck yes, Draco! Oh…mmmm…please don't stop sucking me." Draco didn't let up until Harry came in his mouth, his hands laced tightly through the Slytherin's hair.

This was the first seen Colin captured on his new camera. He immediately started on a new picture as Harry pulled Draco over his lap to straddle him, holding him by the back of the neck and kissing him deeply-roughly-desperately. Colin watched as Harry pulled Draco's shirt over his head, before Draco pulled Harry's off, too. Harry was completely naked and seemed desperate to get Draco in the same condition. Harry stood up and Draco wrapped his legs around his waist.

"Wand!" Harry sounded so desperate. Out of the pile of clothes shot Harry's wand, straight into his hand. With what Colin considered to be an impressive bit of magic, Harry transfigured the chair into a sheeted mattress.

Draco broke the kiss to look at the mattress. "Don't I even get a bed frame, babe?"

The picture ended and Colin began another.

In response to Draco's complaint, Harry dropped to his knees on the mattress, putting Draco on his back; he had him naked very quickly. Hovering over him, their naked bodies and lips so close, Harry reached between them, wrapped his hand around Draco's leaking erection and said, "I excel in other areas." Colin could tell by Draco's sudden intake of breath that Harry had squeezed his dick.

"Yessss," Draco arched into Harry's touch as Harry began stroking Draco slowly and licking at Draco's lips—teasing him. "Please, Harry, I want more," Draco pleaded, gripping Harry's shoulders tight. Harry kissed him slow and hard before trailing kisses along his jaw and neck. He moved his lips to Draco's ear, and whispered something Colin couldn't hear. Draco moaned in response—

Colin hurried to begin the next photo, hands shaking slightly, trying very hard not to let the camera slip from his sweaty palms. When he looked back up, he saw an image even he had never thought to dream of. Draco was on his stomach, ass raised slightly, and Harry's face was between his ass cheeks. His moans were getting louder—every noise he made pulsed through Colin's dick. He was so horny, so in need to touch himself—to be touched—he almost wished he could leave the room. He wouldn't dare touch himself right there: What if they heard his belt move? Or what if he let his breathing get too heavy, or thrust into his hand too hard? He didn't want to get caught. If he were caught…besides being completely embarrassed…he'd never get to watch them again, and he needed this!

Harry was opening a bottle of lube that seemed to have come out of nowhere. He didn't take his face from Draco's ass until he had squeezed the liquid out of the tube and let it drip down Draco's crack. As soon as he stopped, he was running one hand over Draco's cock and over his back, the other hand was busy in Draco's crack. He was coating a couple of fingers in it before slowly dipping one into Draco. Draco's answering moan was long and low. He pushed his ass further in the air. Colin thought he was practically begging to be fucked—I don't blame him. Harry added another finger and Draco's head shot up, sweat evident on his face, his eyes rolling back.

"You don't have to be so gentle-ah!-I want it to hurt a little today."

"Mmm, do you?" Harry lowered to lick and kiss at Draco's arched back, nibbling and biting in some spots.

"Sss, yesss!"

"How do you want it?" Harry pulled his fingers out.

Damn, these photos really need to last longer! Thought Colin as he struggled –frantic—to start the next picture.

"Lay down," Draco said. Harry raised an eyebrow before flopping onto his back. Draco wasted no time straddling his thighs and putting lube all over Harry's long, thick member. Harry gripped at Draco's thighs and hips, breathing faster and deeper as he was stroked.

"Please, Draco…"

"You ready?"

"Oh yeah."

Draco planted his feet firmly on the mattress, hovering just over Harry's dick, lined up and ready. All three boys held their breaths in a moment that seemed to last an eternity for Colin. Very slowly, Draco lowered himself down every last inch of Harry's dick.

"Oh My God," Draco and Harry exhaled in unison.

OH. MY. GOD. Colin mouthed in the little cupboard.

For a moment no one moved, no one breathed. Then Draco started riding, grinding on Harry's dick slowly in circles. Harry's fingers were holding so tight onto Draco's hips that Colin knew there would be bruises later. As Draco began to lift himself up and down steadily, Colin set his camera down and gripped his own cock in his hand. He let a breath escape, but no one noticed. Both Harry and Draco were breathing hard and loud as Draco picked up his pace and came down harder on Harry. Colin moved his hand desperately up and down his length, never wanting this to end, but knowing it wouldn't last long for any of them. He kept stroking and watching as Harry thrust up into Draco, fucking him hard, fucking him faster and faster. Harry and Draco were moaning and words that Colin couldn't comprehend were said between the two. A humming seemed to have filled his ears, as though he could actually hear his orgasm coming. His balls tightened, he bit down on his fist, and he squeezed his eyes shut—momentarily forgetting about the scene before him as he came, making a sticky trail of cum on the cupboard door and on his own hand. When he had squeezed every drop from himself, he looked up to see Draco on his back with Harry pounding mercilessly into him. Now that Colin's senses were fully back, he could hear Draco's screams of pleasure and Harry's deep grunts.

No way, Colin thought, could they last much longer. Draco was pulling on his own dick—"Oh fuck yes Harry yes yes yes I'm gonna…" and Draco shot with Harry not letting up in his thrusts. Harry's face screwed up and Colin thought he looked like he couldn't breathe or thrust properly anymore. He made a beautiful sound of pleasure before pulling very slowly out of Draco and lying gently atop him.

It was at this point, when all of their breathing was steadying to an even pace that Colin wished he could leave. But he had to wait. He thought of scooting further into the dark cupboard so he couldn't see the couple kissing lazily on the mattress, but he didn't. He thought the two of them were truly beautiful together. He reached again for his camera and captured the most romantic moment he had ever witnessed. They kissed, caressed, whispered words only for each other, and smiled tiredly. Colin blushed and was, for the moment, ashamed at intruding on them. Even as he felt it, a sureness crept into his thoughts: He would do this again—watch them, capture them with his camera, return to his four-poster bed at night and cum into his own hand to the image of them. Only now he didn't have to rely on the images in his head. He'd have these amazingly erotic magical photos to watch. Through his shame, he thought, Damn I can't wait til next time.