Title: Paparazzi

Author: Lilith1631

Rating: R

Warnings: Voyeurism, wanking, conspiracy (yes that's a warning)

Characters: Harry, Draco, Colin and his camera

Disclaimer: Draco, I would love to own, Harry isn't so bad either. Unfortunately, they are not mine, and I barely have a roof over my head, and I barely have this plot bunny. So, no, not mine.

Summary: Harry keeps the photos under his pillow, ssh!

"Eighteen Galleons please."

"Eighteen!" cried Harry at the inexcusably high price, rooting around in his pocket, desperately hoping that he had enough.

"Yes. Eighteen. Do you know what I had to do to get these?! I almost went blind!" sighed Colin melodramatically.

"You're being dramatic." Harry counted eighteen gold coins and flung them into Colin's outstretched hand. Colin handed over a brown envelope and smiled shyly at Harry. "These better be good," snarled Harry, hiding it inside his cloak.

"Believe me; they will be worth the cost."

xxx

"Oh…" gasped Harry in surprise. Colin had not been wrong. Damn.

Sitting on his bed with the curtains firmly spelled and sealed shut, Harry, feeling like a filthy pervert, was pouring over naughty pictures in wand-light.

The first picture was Draco undressing in the Slytherin locker room. He took off his tie first, folding it into fours and placing it on the bench beside him, then turned his attention to his shirt. Slipping each button out of it's hole like some dirty metaphor that Harry was sure Draco was conscious of, revealing more toned chest and stomach. Once again Draco took to methodically folding the shirt, using his own torso as a surface to hold it against while he tucked the sleeves in. Once the shirt was on the bench too, Draco started with his trousers. Just as he was pulling open his zipper wide to reveal a thatch of pubic hair to confirm the rumour going around Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy went commando, the picture froze and restarted itself.

"FUCK!" snapped Harry, throwing away the photo in disgust. How dare that gorgeous blonde tease him even in photographic form. Looking down at the next photo, Harry was very pleased to see that the subject of this picture was not wearing a single stitch of clothing.

Harry's fingers dipped below the elastic of his boxers as he watched the Polaroid Slytherin rubbing shampoo into his own hair, the spray from the shower hitting what Harry knew to be a defined washboard stomach that wasn't revealed from this angle shot. However, Harry would forgive Colin for the atrocious lack of frontal nudity because the view of the firm, round backside was doing wonders for him.

Harry's hand was restricted by his layers of uniform but he being in a boarding school, he knew that he didn't have much time for mundane things like wanking naked. In the image, Draco was just stepping forward under the shower head to rinse his hair. His arms were angled up high to help push the suds out of his hair, stretching out his body in a display of flexing muscles while water ran over his head and down his neck. Trails of water were sliding between his shoulder blades and meeting in the dip of his spine and gliding down to follow the contours of his arse. Harry raised a curious eyebrow as Draco looked around his pictorial environment, checking the coast was clear. "Oh…he's not…" breathed Harry, his hand speeding up as Draco's hand moved around the front of his body and began to make suspiciously familiar movements. Then the picture reset itself. Harry was not quite sure how much more of this he could take. He put that one aside as well and picked up the third from the envelope.

Harry felt himself flush with voyeuristic guilt and lust as the third image depicted Draco slumped at the bottom on the shower cubicle, legs spread wantonly and hand pumping a furious rhythm of his own cock. The water was still running and hitting Draco's thighs, water droplets ricocheting onto his thrusting hand. Harry tried to imitate the ridiculously fast pace with his own hand, trying simultaneously imagine his hand instead of Draco's, or his penis being the one abused by Draco's hand. Draco arched off against the tiles, his mouth dropping open and yelling out a silent word that Harry tried to imagine was his name…

Suddenly, the door to the dorm slammed open and hit the wall, Ron strutted in and yelling his head off, "Harry! HARRY!"

Harry knew he must have looked comical as he guiltily whipped his hand off his cock and scrambled to gather up all the evidence of his obsession, stuffing them under his pillows with the other hidden oxide-smelling pictures, and threw back his curtains.

"What Ron?" asked Harry, feigning a yawn.

"Where you sleeping?" squealed Ron, horrified, "We've been waiting for you to turn up for twenty minutes! Get your broomstick and let's go. C'mon Harry, move!"

"Alright, alright! I'll meet you down there, I've got to get my gear on."

xxx

Draco smirked as he pocketed the money, looking down at the younger boy gazing up at him with badly concealed lust and awe. "Where shall we do the next lot?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the stone wall of the dungeon.

"Kitchens maybe?" suggested Colin, smiling up at his business associate.

Fin

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