100quills Everyone but me.(Colin, PG)
Title: Everyone but me.
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #024, Absurd
Word Count: 905
Summary: Colin wanders the hall of Hogwarts, not looking for love, but finding plenty of it.
Warnings: Implied pairings galore such as Theodore/Seamus - Terry/Michael - Harry/Draco - Blaise/Cormac and Ron/Neville
Notes: of course all those pairings could just be in Colin's mind :D
Colin walked down the hallway, he wasn’t paying attention to anything or anyone. Normally he would have stopped and asked Luna what the latest gossip was, or checked the noticeboard for information about the strange goings on at the Ministry. Today, however, his mind was on other things. Actually, his mind was on one thing, the only thing a teenage boy’s mind is ever on. Sex. Or in his case, the lack there of.
He made a left turn into a small side passage and nearly bumped into Seamus Finnegan and Theodore Nott. It was strange that a Slytherin and Gryffindor would be anywhere, especially a dimly lit, mostly unused passageway.
"Hey there, Colin," said Seamus, his cheeks flushed.
"What are you two doing?" he quizzed.
"I was just showing Seamus my quill," said Theodore, a cheeky smile playing over his lips.
Colin’s brow furrowed, he had absolutely no idea why Theodore would be doing that.
"Uh, yeah, mine broke during DADA and I said to Tedd… Theodore how nice his was," Seamus said, growing even more uncomfortable, "it’s got a silver tip, you know."
Theodore broke out into a fit of laughter and was quickly followed by Seamus, who doubled over in mirth.
"I’ll just leave you two alone." Colin said, pushing past them; then hurried down the corridor wondering why quills were so funny.
There was still time before lunch to get some work done in his darkroom, so that’s where he decided to go. Maybe developing some pictures would take his mind of S. E. X. for a few minutes. As his fingers closed around the handle, he heard hushed voices on the other side. He pressed his ear up to the door, trying to hear what they were saying.
"Sssh, I think I heard somone."
"You’re imaging things."
"Fine, I’m imagining things, do you want to get caught in here?"
"The only person who comes in here is Creevey. It’s nearly lunch, so he’s probably in the Great Hall already."
"I could really go for some lunch myself."
"You could skip lunch and just have deserts."
"You’re incorrigible."
Colin turned the knob and pushed open the door, then he reached for the lamp and turned up the light. Blinking beside the basin were Michael Corner and Terry Boot. Why anyone would want to be in his darkroom, in the dark, was beyond him, especially two boys.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked.
"See, I told you someone was out there." Michael said, slapping Terry on the arm.
"This isn’t the way to Potions?" asked Terry, nudging Michael in the ribs.
"Huh?" Colin was even more confused.
"See, Terry, I told you this wasn’t a shortcut." Michael played along with his friends ploy.
Terry grabbed Michael by the cuff and dragged him past Colin through the still open door.
"Bye, Colin." Michael said, "That’s a really nice picture of Harry you’ve got laying in the fixative."
Unsure of what had just transpired, Colin pulled the photo out of the bath and hung it up to dry. It really was an inspired picture; Harry was standing partly in shadow, his hands clasped in front of him, close to his chest. Harry looked deep in thought and Colin had liked the way the older boy was biting at his lower lip. As the picture began to dry, Harry began to move. This was always Colin’s favourite time in the process of printing. Slowly at first, his movements jilted and stiff, then as the paper became drier still he began to move freely. Harry's long eyelashes came down as he squinted against the harsh light and his tongue poked through between his lip and teeth. Then something unexpected happened, a hand slid around Harry’s middle. It snaked its way across Harry’s torso and then became entwined in the boys own hands. Colin was surprised, as he hadn’t noticed this when he had taken the picture, which was a rare thing indeed. He was usually very particular about the details, and that was when he noticed the final one in this picture. Glinting in the sunlight was a Slytherin House ring, on the unknown person’s slender finger. Before he could ponder this any more he heard the bell ring out for lunch. The house elves had taken to ringing a bell when Hermione had pointed out to them that it was 'a Muggle school tradition'. The elves were most distressed when students turned up late for meals and had to have something special made up. Colin thought it strange that it was usually the boys who were running late, and when they did turn up, it was in a dishevelled state.
Colin closed the darkroom and headed down for some food. On the way, he passed Blaise Zabini chatting with Cormac McLaggen, a strange sight indeed, considering the Slytherins feelings toward Gryffindors. From the sounds of the conversation, they were discussing which club they should go dancing at this coming weekend. When he was two flights of stairs from the Great Hall, Colin thought he saw Ron and Neville holding hands. Convinced he must be seeing things, he shook his head, and when he looked again they were disappearing into a disused classroom. Really, he needed to have sex and soon, because this was becoming absurd. His sex-starved mind was obviously playing tricks on him, either that or every boy in Hogwarts was gay.
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #024, Absurd
Word Count: 905
Summary: Colin wanders the hall of Hogwarts, not looking for love, but finding plenty of it.
Warnings: Implied pairings galore such as Theodore/Seamus - Terry/Michael - Harry/Draco - Blaise/Cormac and Ron/Neville
Notes: of course all those pairings could just be in Colin's mind :D
Colin walked down the hallway, he wasn’t paying attention to anything or anyone. Normally he would have stopped and asked Luna what the latest gossip was, or checked the noticeboard for information about the strange goings on at the Ministry. Today, however, his mind was on other things. Actually, his mind was on one thing, the only thing a teenage boy’s mind is ever on. Sex. Or in his case, the lack there of.
He made a left turn into a small side passage and nearly bumped into Seamus Finnegan and Theodore Nott. It was strange that a Slytherin and Gryffindor would be anywhere, especially a dimly lit, mostly unused passageway.
"Hey there, Colin," said Seamus, his cheeks flushed.
"What are you two doing?" he quizzed.
"I was just showing Seamus my quill," said Theodore, a cheeky smile playing over his lips.
Colin’s brow furrowed, he had absolutely no idea why Theodore would be doing that.
"Uh, yeah, mine broke during DADA and I said to Tedd… Theodore how nice his was," Seamus said, growing even more uncomfortable, "it’s got a silver tip, you know."
Theodore broke out into a fit of laughter and was quickly followed by Seamus, who doubled over in mirth.
"I’ll just leave you two alone." Colin said, pushing past them; then hurried down the corridor wondering why quills were so funny.
There was still time before lunch to get some work done in his darkroom, so that’s where he decided to go. Maybe developing some pictures would take his mind of S. E. X. for a few minutes. As his fingers closed around the handle, he heard hushed voices on the other side. He pressed his ear up to the door, trying to hear what they were saying.
"Sssh, I think I heard somone."
"You’re imaging things."
"Fine, I’m imagining things, do you want to get caught in here?"
"The only person who comes in here is Creevey. It’s nearly lunch, so he’s probably in the Great Hall already."
"I could really go for some lunch myself."
"You could skip lunch and just have deserts."
"You’re incorrigible."
Colin turned the knob and pushed open the door, then he reached for the lamp and turned up the light. Blinking beside the basin were Michael Corner and Terry Boot. Why anyone would want to be in his darkroom, in the dark, was beyond him, especially two boys.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked.
"See, I told you someone was out there." Michael said, slapping Terry on the arm.
"This isn’t the way to Potions?" asked Terry, nudging Michael in the ribs.
"Huh?" Colin was even more confused.
"See, Terry, I told you this wasn’t a shortcut." Michael played along with his friends ploy.
Terry grabbed Michael by the cuff and dragged him past Colin through the still open door.
"Bye, Colin." Michael said, "That’s a really nice picture of Harry you’ve got laying in the fixative."
Unsure of what had just transpired, Colin pulled the photo out of the bath and hung it up to dry. It really was an inspired picture; Harry was standing partly in shadow, his hands clasped in front of him, close to his chest. Harry looked deep in thought and Colin had liked the way the older boy was biting at his lower lip. As the picture began to dry, Harry began to move. This was always Colin’s favourite time in the process of printing. Slowly at first, his movements jilted and stiff, then as the paper became drier still he began to move freely. Harry's long eyelashes came down as he squinted against the harsh light and his tongue poked through between his lip and teeth. Then something unexpected happened, a hand slid around Harry’s middle. It snaked its way across Harry’s torso and then became entwined in the boys own hands. Colin was surprised, as he hadn’t noticed this when he had taken the picture, which was a rare thing indeed. He was usually very particular about the details, and that was when he noticed the final one in this picture. Glinting in the sunlight was a Slytherin House ring, on the unknown person’s slender finger. Before he could ponder this any more he heard the bell ring out for lunch. The house elves had taken to ringing a bell when Hermione had pointed out to them that it was 'a Muggle school tradition'. The elves were most distressed when students turned up late for meals and had to have something special made up. Colin thought it strange that it was usually the boys who were running late, and when they did turn up, it was in a dishevelled state.
Colin closed the darkroom and headed down for some food. On the way, he passed Blaise Zabini chatting with Cormac McLaggen, a strange sight indeed, considering the Slytherins feelings toward Gryffindors. From the sounds of the conversation, they were discussing which club they should go dancing at this coming weekend. When he was two flights of stairs from the Great Hall, Colin thought he saw Ron and Neville holding hands. Convinced he must be seeing things, he shook his head, and when he looked again they were disappearing into a disused classroom. Really, he needed to have sex and soon, because this was becoming absurd. His sex-starved mind was obviously playing tricks on him, either that or every boy in Hogwarts was gay.