Disclaimer: I own nothing of this story but the plot and the slashyness.

Warning: Slash, boy/boy sex. Don't like, don't read.

Harry groaned as someone roughly shook him awake. Whoever it was, was sitting on him and it was getting very annoying. He opened his eyes reluctantly and saw a curly, dirty-blonde mop of hair shadowing a cute face with bright blue eyes and a cheeky, dimpled grin.

It was Colin Creevey.

The kid was cute enough, but at times, he could get very irritating.

This was one of those times.

"Colin, could you please get off of me?" sighed Harry.

"But I'm so comfortable," whined Colin as he wiggled his little bum to prove his point.

Harry gasped in shock as Colin's little butt brushed against his morning wood.

This could get embarrassing, thought Harry as he started to blush.

Colin, not seeming to notice anything amiss, finally hopped off of Harry and waited for him to get up. Harry slowly stood up, trying desperately to cover up his hard-on. He spied a bathrobe and quickly put it on, pretending to be cold as an excuse. He hurried off to the bathroom, sighing as he noticed Colin trotting along beside him. He stepped into the bathroom and walked to the showering room. Apparently, Colin had to take a shower also because he followed Harry in.

Harry had been hoping to take care of his hard-on in the shower, but he couldn't with Colin right there. He started to strip off his clothes, as did Colin.

This could get interesting, mused Harry as he admired Colin's flat stomach. He had never seen the boy naked before, after all.

However, Harry was to be disappointed. Colin quickly took a shower, though he did stand right next to Harry as Harry doused himself with cold water to get rid of his hard cock in a discreet manner. It wasn't a complete waste of time though since he got to see Colin's tight little ass in the nude. Oh, how he loved the group showers in Hogwarts!

After showering, they both proceeded to go down to the Great Hall, Colin chattering excitedly about his new magical camera. Since it was a Saturday, most of the people who had stayed for Easter Break were still sleeping in, so the Great Hall was mostly empty. He spotted Cedric Diggory at the Hufflepuff table and blushed as the handsome boy waved at him.

Seating himself at the Gryffindor table, Harry began to devour everything in sight, including sausage, eggs, toast, and some cereal with milk to wash it all down. Colin was eating just as fast, if not as much, though Harry knew that was only due to his smaller size. He glanced up and saw Dumbledore smiling serenely down at them, still wearing a purple nightcap along with magnificent, star-studded blue robes.

After he was done eating, he went outside to the Quidditch Pitch, planning on getting some flying time in just for the fun of it. Ron and Hermione were at their parents' houses for the holiday, so Harry had nothing better to do. He saw the fifty-foot tall hoops up ahead and sped up, with Colin trailing after him. As soon as Harry got to the Quidditch Pitch, Colin sat down on one of the benches and Harry took off.

It felt wonderful to be speeding through the air with the wind streaming through his coal-black hair. His green eyes shone with excitement and he sped around and around the Pitch, increasing in speed. After a while, he slowed down and just made leisurely laps, enjoying the scenery.

Now, Harry was a teenager with raging hormones, so, of course, his dick would start to respond if something smooth and hard was continually rubbing against his arsehole. In fact, this was one of the reasons he loved flying so much. His dick was fully hard now and he was finding it hard to concentrate. Finally, he lighted on the ground, the sensation too much for him too bear. Colin rushed over excitedly before Harry's feet were even firmly on the ground.

"Harry, Harry, can I have a go?" he questioned breathlessly.

Harry looked him over uncertainly.

"Do you even know how to fly on a broomstick?" he asked.

"No, but you could teach me," stated Colin as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, alright," said Harry, agreeing reluctantly.

He helped Colin to mount the Firebolt, then proceeded to explain to him how to speed up and slow down.

"When you want to speed up, you lean forward, like this," said Harry as he made Colin move into the proper position, uncomfortably aware of their bodies pressing together, his cock responding and getting even harder.

He let Colin go then, and the boy had a great time. He flew around and around the Pitch just as Harry had done.

He's not half bad mused Harry as he watched from the sidelines.

When it started to get dark, he called Colin down and led him to the locker room since the boy was flushed and sweaty. They both went into the group shower yet again, but this time, Harry was determined to get some action.