Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 00:49:58 +0000
From: Mister Fish <fishnifty@googlemail.com>
Subject: Colin's Picture Service - part five

WARNING:
This a work of fiction.  This story depicts sexual
situations between fictional minors.  It may be illegal for
you to read this.


DISCLAIMER:
This is written in British English.  I did not create, do
not own, and assert no rights towards Harry Potter (J. K.
Rowling/Bloomsbury/Scholastic/Warner Bros).  No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement or
defamation is intended.


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COLIN'S PICTURE SERVICE
By Mister Fish

(Part Five)

###

"Harry," Ron said again.

"It-- It's not--" Except Harry had his cock in a boy -
Dennis squeezing tight around him, keeping him hard despite
his horror - and a cock in him - Colin giving a little
thrust as if to confirm it.  It was very much what it looked
like.

Moaning, Harry tried to pull free, but he couldn't get the
leverage.  Dennis was clinging to him like a limpet and
Colin's weight, slight as it was, was enough extra help to
keep him down.

"Don't," Dennis gasped, and his voice blended with Colin's
as he added, "Harry!"

"Look at him," Colin said.

Harry shook his head, eyes tight shut.  He just knew if he
looked at Ron that it would all be over.  His friendship.
His life.  Ron would hate him.  Ron would-- He yelped as
Colin yanked at his hair, forcing his head up.

"Look at him properly," Colin insisted.

Ron wasn't speaking.  Harry couldn't.

How much had Ron seen?  Had he, not Dennis, been the figure
Harry had half-glimpsed earlier?  Did he know about Cedric?
Had he seen Harry with the plug in him, seen Harry let Colin
suck him and Dennis fuck him?  He felt sick, twisted up
inside, and yet somehow strangely relieved.  His secret was
out.  All his secrets were.  Everything was over.

"Harry," Colin warned, that cold, commanding tone back in
his voice.  "Open your eyes."

Harry shook his head again.

"You gotta," Dennis said.  His cheek brushed Harry's; Harry
yelped when Dennis's teeth nipped at his ear lobe.

Despite himself, his eyes flew open.  Dennis grinned.  Colin
tugged at his hair again, forcing his head up more.

"Look properly," he commanded.

Harry tried to lift his eyes to meet Ron's -- why wouldn't
his friend say anything? -- but he couldn't.  Instead, he
looked down.  Ron wasn't wearing shoes, just those thick
socks of his that Harry liked so much.  He wasn't wearing
robes, either, just a pair of grey woollen trousers.  Like
all of Ron's clothes, they were worn, hand-me-downs, and a
half-size too small.  They fit tightly all the way up Ron's
long, muscular legs, clung to his hips and strained
dangerously to hold in the massive bulge.

"See?"  Colin said in Harry's ear.

"I-- I-- I don't understand."  Harry licked his lips, eyes
fixed on the tent in his best friend's pants.  His cock
twitched, and Dennis squeezed around him appreciatively.  "I
don't-- What is this?"

"It's a big bloody boner!"  Dennis cheered, and Colin
coughed around a laugh.

"Harry," said Ron again.  "Oh, Harry.  Please don't hate
me."

Now Harry did look up at him, eyes wide, sliding over the
Weasley jumper to meet Ron's eyes.  "Hate -- I could never
hate you!  Never!" he insisted.  "I--  You--  You're--?"

There were tears in Ron's eyes, but he didn't look away.
"Yeah.  I mean..."  He took a deep, shuddering breath.  "You
look hot."

"Temperature?"  Harry managed, trying to joke, but,
seriously, how the hell was he having this conversation,
this - whatever the hell it was - while sandwiched between
two Creeveys.

"Sexy," Ron said, voice strained.

"He wants to watch," Colin said.  "Don't you, Ron?"

"Yeah!"  Dennis chimed in.

"You--?"  Harry asked.  The rest of the sentence was lost as
Colin rocked into him, pushing him into Dennis.  He moaned
and his eyes closed themselves again, but not before he'd
caught Ron swallow and nod.  "Oh, fuck."

"That's it."  Colin's hands dropped back to Harry's hips,
encouraging him to move.

In moments, they were back in rhythm.  Harry drove into
Dennis, making the young boy grunt or squeal, and then
shoved himself back onto Colin's steely prick, grunting in
turn.  He was hotter than he had ever been, harder than he'd
ever been.  Ron was watching him.  Ron had said it was sexy.
He couldn't understand it.  He didn't want to understand it.
He felt long fingers tentatively brush his face and moaned,
whimpered more like, turning unconsciously into them, even
as he fucked and was fucked.  The world was cocks and
fingers and.  He thrust into Dennis.  He impaled himself on
Colin.  Ron touched him.  In to Dennis.  Back on Colin.  Ron
watched.  Dennis.  Colin.  Ron.  Ron.  Ron.

"Harry!"  Dennis gasped.  "Help!"

He heard fumbling, cloth, forced his eyes open.  Dennis was
reaching up above his own head, working Ron's trousers down.
Harry, propped on his elbows, couldn't reach out to help
without crushing the boy.  How was he supposed to help?
Anyway, Dennis seemed to be doing okay, even though Ron,
frozen, wasn't helping at all.  Panting and tugging, he got
them down past Ron's hips, Ron's boxers coming down with
them, his cock too at first.  Dennis tugged one last time.
Freed, Ron's cock sprung quickly up to smack against his
belly.

Dennis let out a cheer, and Colin said "Nice," the Creeveys
drowning out Harry's gasp.

Ron's fourteen-year-old cock wouldn't have looked out of
place on Cedric.  It might even have been bigger.  Six
inches at least, it stood up strong and thick, dark with
blood, curving slightly upwards, stretching from Ron's thick
ginger pubes and deliciously freckled balls up to his thick
plum head, poking out of his foreskin.  As Harry watched,
pre-come beaded out of Ron's slit and slid down, over a
prominent freckle right on the end of the foreskin.  He had
stopped moving, but even Colin's impatient thrusts inside
him couldn't make him look away -- though they did force
grunts from his mouth, stirring Ron's pubes and making that
massive cock twitch.

"Help him," Dennis insisted, his small hand closing around
Ron's balls, tugging him forward, so that Harry almost went
cross-eyed trying to follow that freckle.  "Go on."

The freckle called to him.  He couldn't see where it was,
but he knew.  His tongue knew.

"Harry," Ron gasped, pleaded.  "Please!"

He didn't even have to lean forward.  It was right there.
He opened his mouth, tongue reaching, finding, licking.
Salt-sweet pre-come.  There was a moan from above him, then
another, mingling with the slick smack of Colin against him,
of him against Dennis.  Another moan, a Ron moan, cut
through the Creevey brothers' panting.  Ron was moaning,
happily moaning.  Harry was making him make those noises.
He opened his mouth wider, encouraging Ron forward with
flicks of his tongue.  The thick weight filled him,
stretched his jaw.  He closed his lips around Ron's cock,
sucking, tongue working the underside of the head.

"God!  Harry!"  Both of Ron's hands were in Harry's hair
now, twisting restlessly.

"Fuck," Colin gasped out.  "Fuck his face."

"Yeah," Dennis chorused.  "Go on, Ron."

Harry moaned encouragingly around Ron's cock, risking
crushing Dennis for a moment so he could lift one arm, grab
Ron's arse -- I'm touching Ron's cheek, his mind screamed at
him: awesome! -- and pull him forward.  Dennis's hand was
already there, doing the same, so Harry could go back to
holding himself up just before Ron took a single, hesitant
thrust.  Harry sucked harder, humming around Ron's cock.
Ron moaned in turn, thrusting again, then again, until Harry
could swallow around him, letting the hot thickness enter
his throat.

"Fuck," said Dennis.  "He's doing it!"

Ron tasted -- he tasted amazing.  He tasted of Ron.  Pure,
unadulterated Ron.

As if from a great distance, he heard Dennis gasp out, "Hu-
harder," and he obliged, rabbit fucking the small boy.  A
small part of his mind was trying to tell them that this was
a trick, that the Creeveys had set him up, that at any
moment Ron would make him stop and curse him and beat him,
but the rest of him didn't care.  It would be worth it, all
of it, the blackmail, the lack of control, the burn in his
jaw, just for the memory of this, the feel of Ron's cock,
sliding against his lips, across his tongue, down his
throat.

There was a litany of "yeah," "fuck," and "Harry," over him
and behind him, Ron and Colin's voice topped by Dennis's
high-pitched squeals.  His own wet, muffled moans were
thunder in his ears.  Dennis's arm wrapped itself around
Harry's neck, pulling him harder both into Dennis and onto
Ron.  Harry could feel Dennis's cock rub against his belly
as they fucked.  He could feel Ron's pubs tickle his nose at
the end of every thrust.  He could feel Colin's balls
slapping against his arse.  He was hot, burning up, on fire.

His magic slipped, wild.  The bed shook.  The curtains
billowed.  Harry could feel the Creevey brothers' magic
rising to meet his, coiling around him, around each other,
pulling up through Harry and grounding itself in Ron.  All
four boys moaned.  The lights blazed bright, dimmed, blazed.
Someone yelled Harry's name - Colin or Dennis or Ron or
maybe all three.  He couldn't take it.  He could.  He could
take anything.

Ron, he thought, with perfect, ecstatic wonder.

Except Dennis broke first, squealing and jerking under
Harry, his tight channel clenching convulsively around
Harry's cock, his grip on Harry pulling him deep and holding
him there.  Colin just ploughed forward to make up for it,
his pounding cock slamming across Harry's prostate with each
stroke until it suddenly expanded inside Harry, Colin losing
his rhythm to short stabbing shoves as he came, grunting and
snorting.  Ron's hands tightened in Harry's hair, knocking
Harry's glasses askew as he bellowed and shoved as deep as
he could, his cock choking Harry as it filled his throat,
shooting again and again, again as he pulled back so Harry
got a last mouthful of it.  The thick salt-sour taste of
Ron's come was enough; still sucking and moaning, he emptied
his own balls into Dennis's hot, slick depths.

###

"You're squishing me," Dennis said cheerfully, so close his
lips tickled Harry's ear.

Harry forced his eyes open, pushing himself up on his
elbows.  At some point, Colin had pulled out of him and now
sprawled out on his back at Harry's side, still breathing
hard, a wide, satisfied smile on his face.  Harry could feel
Colin's come leaking out of him; it was kind of icky and he
reached automatically for his wand before remembering Colin
had taken it.  When he looked around for it, he found
himself instead looking at Ron, who had sat down on the bed,
leaning back on his elbows.  His trousers were still down.
His half-hard cock, still impressively big, rested against
his thigh, shiny with Harry's saliva.

I did that, Harry thought, amazed.  When he swallowed he
could still taste Ron's come.

Dennis shifted under him.  Harry mumbled an apology, pulling
back.  His cock slipped free of the boy with a squishy pop,
and he rolled onto his side.  Dennis's hand came down
between his legs to touch his puffy, winking ring, came away
wet with lube and Harry's come.  The boy smiled and
stretched, cat-like, lewdly debauched.

"That was great," he said, a pleased hum in his voice.
"Wasn't that great?"  The lack of response from the other
three didn't seem to perturb him.  "That was brilliant!"

Colin made an agreeable noise.  His outstretched fingers
ghosted down Harry's back -- a thank you, perhaps.

Dennis rolled over to face Harry, leaning up to kiss him but
stopping short and asking, "May I?"

Harry almost said yes, except he suddenly realised Dennis
wasn't asking him.  He was asking Ron, who stared at them
for a moment, and then nodded.  Dennis closed the rest of
the way, kissing Harry softly on the lips.

"Thank you," he said, and then, before Harry could say
anything back, he kissed Harry's cheek and then whispered,
"Talk to Ron," in Harry's ear.  "He likes you like Colin's
likes you."

Harry stared.

Dennis grinned, sitting back.  In a more normal volume, he
added, "I quite like you as well.  That was awesome
fucking!"

Colin laughed.  Harry just stared some more.  Despite this,
Dennis beamed, before clambering off the bed and retrieving
Colin's wand.  He cast a cleaning spell on himself with
casual expertise, and then rounded up his, Colin's and
Harry's clothes into three neat piles with an expert flick.
Harry, who had only mastered the summoning charm for the
First Task, was momentarily narked, but it was easy to let
go of as Dennis bounded around the room with enthusiasm,
unlocking the cabinet Colin had locked Harry's wand in and
generally tidying up.

The bed moved, and a hand touched Harry's shoulder.  He
rolled the rest of the way onto his back to look up at
Colin, who gave him a tired smile and then leaned down.
Harry stretched up to meet him, and they kissed, a slow
swipe of tongues.

"Thank you," Colin said, as Dennis had -- and like Dennis
had been, he was talking to Ron, which confused Harry.

"I don't get thanked?"  Harry asked.

Colin chuckled, climbing across him to get off the bed
before leaning down to say, "Thank you, Harry," and kissing
him again.

He moved to join Dennis, who cast a cleaning charm on him.
Dennis turned to do one on Harry as well, but Colin shook
his head, taking his wand back, and picking up his clothes.
Dennis put the box of photos of Harry and Cedric on the bed,
and picked up his own, looking to Colin.

"We're done," Colin said.  "As promised."

Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"Okay."  Colin and Dennis moved towards the curtain, and
then Colin stopped and looked back.  "The thing about
bravery is it comes in many forms.  Sometimes, the brave
thing to do is to give up what you want in order to keep
what you have.  That is brave, no matter what anyone might
think.  But sometimes you have to give up what you have for
what you want, and that's brave too.  And you know what they
say about Gryffindors and bravery."

"We have too much for our own good?"  Dennis asked fake-
innocently.

Colin rolled his eyes.  "See, you totally ruined my exit,
now."

"We could stick around a bit and go again," Dennis
suggested, and yelped when Colin grabbed him, dragging him
towards the curtains.  Laughing, he waved as best he could
with his hands full of clothes.  "Bye, Harry!  Bye, Ron!"

The Creevey brothers disappeared behind the curtain, which
fell closed.

###

"I'm sorry," said Ron, eventually.  "I'm really-- I am so
sorry."

Harry sat up to look at him.  It felt somewhat weird still
being naked, but he also couldn't bring himself to get
dressed.  "Sorry for what?"

"I'm pretty stupid," Ron added, ducking his head.

"Colin thanked you," Harry said.

Ron didn't say anything.

"And earlier," Harry added, figuring this out, "at
breakfast...  You knew."

"Me and Colin-- Colin and I," Ron corrected automatically,
shades of Hermione, "had a sort of a deal.  I mean, he came
to me, but."

There was a long silence.

"Dennis says you like me," Harry said when it didn't look
like Ron was going to continue.

"Colin says you like me," Ron retorted.

"You were always-- You kept saying.  Like with Lavender.  I
thought you were, you know.  And then--" Harry waved a hand
between them.  "This."

"The thing is," said Ron, "after we saw Seamus and Dean
together, you, you didn't really say anything.  And I
thought-- I didn't want to lose you as a friend and I
thought you'd be weirded out by the whole thing.  I mean,
you were raised Muggle, they hate that sort of thing.  Dean
told me."

"Yeah," said Harry.  "I mean, other people do.  Not me."

"You never bloody said anything," Ron repeated, louder.

"Well, you kept being all 'yay, girls'," Harry complained.
"How was I supposed to know?!"

They glared at each other, but it quickly turned into
smiles.  Ron chuckled.

"I think we're both pretty stupid," he said.

Harry laughed softly.  "Yeah."  They were quiet again for a
bit, before Harry said, "I've been nicking your socks."

Ron nodded.  "I worked that out."

"That's weird, right?"  Harry asked.  He looked up at Ron.
"You think I'm weird."

"Well, yeah," said Ron, grinning at him, "but, Harry, I've
always kinda thought you were weird.  Weird and brilliant,
that's my Harry--" He ducked his head, cheeks going red.

"This has been--" Harry frowned.  "This has been a very
weird day."

Ron looked up at him, cheeks still flushed.  "Are you-- Are
you mad at me?"

"I don't know what I am," Harry said honestly.  "I'm not
really sure what happened here."

"Colin, he.  He came to me," Ron explained.  "He said he
knew what I wanted and he could get it for me.  He said it
was a, a service.  He provided a service, for a service.
He'd make a good Slytherin, that one."

Harry shook his head.  "Colin's brave, in his own way."

"Yeah," said Ron.  He was looking at the box of photos.
"So.  You and Cedric."

"It's just a thing," Harry said.  "Are you-- I mean, have
you ever--?"

Ron shook his head.  "It's only ever been girls.  Girls and
you.  And, well--"

"Colin and Dennis," they both chorused.

"I'm trying to be mad at him still," Harry said, "but mostly
I just.  Because he's right.  It's worth risking what I have
for what I want, and.  And I'd really like to kiss you.
Please?"

"Oh," said Ron, his freckles fading into the flush of his
cheeks again, though he was smiling, a huge, wide, perfect
Ron smile.  "Yeah, if you like."

"Ron," said Harry, crawling towards him, pulling his glasses
off, "I like so much the school chucked you in the Lake,
which, can I just say, Wizards are seriously, seriously
messed up people."

"You're a wizard," Ron said, his eyes on Harry's lips.

"Me too," Harry agreed, leaning in.

His lips brushed Ron's, then started to pull back, except
Ron's hand was suddenly on the back of his head, holding
him, and Ron's lips pressed to his, moving in slow circles,
and Ron's tongue was flicking against him, and he opened his
mouth to let it in, to let Ron in.  Moaning against Ron's
mouth, Harry straddled him, wrapping his arms around his
best friend, his - his love, he allowed himself to think -
his love.  Ron's big, rough hands stroked his back, pulling
them together as they kissed and kissed until neither could
breathe any more.  It was exactly as awesome as Harry had
always expected.

"Wow," he gasped when they finally moved apart.

"You're hard," Ron said, looking down between them with
wonder.

"You're huge," Harry said, doing the same.  "I'm titchy up
to you.  No wonder you have so many siblings."

Ron nudged Harry's chin.  Harry looked up at him.  Ron's
gaze was sharp and sincere.  "You're beautiful," he said.

It was Harry's turn to blush.  Ron kissed him again,
pressing him down, and they moved against each other,
Harry's cock sliding up and down the full length of Ron's.
They both worked to get Ron's trousers the rest of the way
off without losing contact and then Harry, half-delirious
with the heat of Ron against him, pulled them down onto the
bed, Ron on top.

"Colin left the oil," he said.

Ron propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at Harry,
his eyes dark with desire.  "We can-- Do you want--?  We can
go slow."

"We can," Harry agreed.  "I want to kiss every freckle you
have, but.  We can do that later.  Can't we?  We can take it
slow later.  Like, tomorrow, and next week, and month, and.
Too much?"

"Not enough," said Ron, smiling.  "We'll need years."

Harry grinned.  "Slow later.  This, now."

"You really want me?"  Ron asked, his smile fading, becoming
hesitant.

"I really want you," Harry agreed, pulling him down to kiss
him again.

They didn't speak much after that, not for a while.  Like it
was almost sacred -- no, Harry thought as he spread his
legs.  It was.  It was their sacrament.  He took the oil,
took Ron in his hands, thick and hot and alive against his
fingers.  He arched his back and gasped as Ron's calloused
fingers pushed into him, into a hole already slick with
Colin's come.  And that too was okay.  Colin had eased them
together outside.  It was only fitting he helped ease them
together inside.  And then both hands were done and Ron was
between his legs, guiding himself, both moaning when his
cockhead pressed against Harry's entrance, when it slowly
forced the used ring wider still, Harry grunting and
snorting for breath and not letting Ron stop, arms and legs
around Ron, pulling him on, pulling him in, that massive
length stretching him to his limit, filling him, agony and
ecstasy, Ron's head buried against Harry's neck, his cock
buried in Harry's arse, Harry's cock trapped between them
and rubbing wet streaks across his freckled belly.

"Ron," said Harry and, knowing suddenly that he could, that
he was free to do so, said it, yelled it again.  "Ron!
Ron!"

And Ron said, "Harry," so soft and so sweet, gentle and
giant as he slowly pulled back and thrust forward, building
up steam until he was pounding his crying, grateful best
friend into the bed, neither wanting to stop, both knowing
they never had to.

It was picture perfect.

###

"Awww," said Dennis.

Like a one-way mirror, they could see through the charmed
curtain without being seen.  Hear through it too.  The
creaking of the bed.  Ron and Harry's moans.  Dennis, who
hadn't bothered getting dressed, reached down, absently
playing with himself.

"I'm glad they got together," he added.  "I honestly thought
they'd both freak out the second we left."

Colin chuckled.  He was dressed, sitting in the same seat
Ron had been watching from the whole time he'd been with
Harry.  "Gryffindors."

"Hey!"  Dennis pouted.  "We're Gryffindors too."

Colin laughed outright, holding his arms out.  After a
moment, Dennis came to join him in the chair, snuggling.

"That was fun," he said.

"Yeah."  Colin smiled, a little sadly.

"Does it hurt?"  Dennis asked quietly.

"A little," Colin admitted, smiling when his brother hugged
him tighter.  "But I always knew he loved someone else.
Anyway, I got what I wanted, as much as I could.  And you
had fun, huh?"  He mussed his brother's hair.

"I did."  Dennis grinned.  "Colin's Picture Service.
Everyone satisfied: guaranteed."  Colin laughed.  "You're
the best brother in the whole wide world.  And maybe space."

"Maybe space?"

"Well, I've never met an alien," Dennis pointed out.  "I
can't know for certain."

He yelped and giggled as Colin dug his fingers into Dennis's
sides.  After a couple of moments, they both subsided,
Dennis in Colin's lap, leaning against his shoulder as they
watched Harry and Ron go at it on the bed, Ron flushed and
panting, Harry rocking and moaning under him.

"Hey," said Dennis after a long moment.  "Did you give back
all the photos?"

"The ones clearly of Harry, sure," Colin said.  "Why?"

"Welllll," Dennis drawled out, sitting up with an impish
smile.  Colin grinned.

###

Hogsmeade weekend had been a bit of a bust for Cedric.  He
couldn't go anywhere without being surrounded by hordes of
interested people, most of them complete strangers.  He'd
been mobbed in Honeydukes, the Three Broomsticks, and the
Hog's Head.  Only with a bit of Seeker-style misdirection
had he managed to sneak away from the crowd, back towards
the station where the carriages up to Hogwarts left.  There
was one waiting, and he jumped in, falling into his seat as
the carriage immediately started away.

Sighing, he ran his hands back through his hair, making it
stick up at odd angles.  Why he'd decided to sign up for
this damn thing--!  He sighed again, leaning back in his
seat, catching a glimpse of the lake out of the window.
Stupid second task.  He turned his head to look out the
other window, except, half-way around, he suddenly realised
that there were too mousey-haired boys sitting in the
shadows opposite, the elder with a camera hanging around his
neck.

"You're not press are you?"  Cedric asked.

"Hello!" said the smaller of the two.  "I'm Dennis!  And
that's my brother Colin!  We're big fans of yours!"

"Er," said Cedric, eying the doors and realising he was
trapped.  "Thanks.  Um, look, not meaning to be rude, but--"

"The thing is," Colin interrupted him, "I've got some new
photos I thought you might like to see..."


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