Title: Freelance

Rating: PG13... (I think)

Characters: Harry, Draco, Colin and his camera

Warnings: Just the language...and voyeurism of course
Disclaimer: I dont smuggle drugs, I dont snort sherbert and I don't steal JK's work. I merely play with the characters and the situation and chocolate sauce is my own

Summary: Harry makes a discovery. In the kitchens.

Sequel to Paparazzi

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"Now turn to the left a little," commanded Colin, clicking the camera twenty times in the space of a few seconds.

"Do you ever get thumb cramp?" asked Draco.

"Don't talk, you will ruin the shot. Drop your shoulder a little, then blink."

"Blink?" laughed Draco, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes...you know...like, flutter your eyelashes," said Colin. He could see through his camera the look on Malfoy's face.

"Flutter...my eyelashes?!" squealed Draco, "Who do I look like to you, Gilderoy Lockhart?"

"Draco, it's acting. Act."

Sighing, Draco picked up the well-worn bottle of chocolate syrup and drizzled a little out onto his finger. He gave it a critical look before bringing it up to his mouth and sucking it in lightly between his pouted, red-rubbed lips. Feigning chocoholism, he sagged his shoulders so the light above his head hollowed the dip of his chest and he fluttered his eyelids while imagining cum instead of chocolate. Sucking the crap off his finger, and tilting his head to accentuate the hollow of his cheeks, Draco wondered if Potter was so stupid as to never wonder why Colin was able to get such artistic lighting in all his shots.

Opening his eyes slowly, he withdrew his finger from his mouth, his tongue following it to give one last swipe over the pad and then picked up the bottle for a refill, utterly wanton look on his face.

"Do you think that muggle, erm, Shakespeare, would have let me act? I'm a good actor, right?"

"DRACO!" Colin dropped his camera, the strap around his neck saving it, "You just ruined the shot again. No talking!"

"It's like you only want me for my body," sniffed Draco, dramatically pressing his hand to his forehead in a mark of woe.

Colin clenched his eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose. God Malfoy was hot but working with him was like working with a two year old. Colin was seriously thinking of quitting this scam on his fellow Gryffindor and just go back to scenery photography. Opening his eyes again, Colin saw exactly why he hadn't quitted the last eight times he had to rob his friend of money. Draco had managed to spread himself out on the nearest table, flour all in his hair and on his dark clothes, a cloud of it billowing around him and making him look ethereal as an angel.

"Stand up," ordered Colin. Draco did as instructed and a cleaning charm was quickly shot his way, the flour disappearing. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for Colin to explain. "Right, sit on the table again, doing the flour thing - if your clothes are dirty, then its a reason for you to take your clothes off." Draco smirked as the silly little Gryffindor voyeur held up his camera, clicking away as he went to perch himself on the countertop again.

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Neville was snoring again. Ron was mumbling something in his sleep about a jar full of spiders and Seamus was moaning too loudly to be asleep. Thankfully, the curtain was closed. Harry couldn't sleep. He had a restless leg that seemed to have taken charge of its own muscular capacity, kicking at the covers and thumbing the pictures under his pillow was not making him any less sleepy. In fact, quite the contrary. But he had already wanked himself raw this night so unless he wanted fiction burns, Harry kept up a mantra of "I shall not touch myself like a filthy little pervert. i am a good boy."

"Faster Dean!" hissed a voice from the other side of the room. Apparently Dean was not asleep either. Deciding that he could not rest at all with the racket of his housemates, and did not want to be traumatised again when Seamus began yelling 'GOOOOAAAALLL!!!', Harry quickly launched himself out off his bed and left.

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"Ah shit!" yelped Colin as the sound of giggling pears and opening portraits reached his ears. He grabbed everything in a scrambled rush, then stashing himself in an alcove. Draco on the other hand hadn't moved an inch and wasn't planning to. If it were a teacher then they wouldn't give him detention. He was head boy for Merlin's sake, and if it was a student then they would molester him and move on.

"Dobby! Dobby, can i get a - OH MY GOD! MALFOY?! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!" screamed Harry scraggily, his eyes bulging in disbelief and tongue practically on the floor.

"Indulging my sweet tooth," said Draco calmly, dipping his spoon back into the tub of ice cream sitting in his lap, his only form of modesty.

"NAKED!?!" cried Harry, blinking rapidly. I must be dreaming. There was a loud crack of the air beside him but other than an initial jump of surprise, Harry hadn't turned his attention away from the blonde eye candy eating vanilla ice cream. On the Ravenclaw sub-table. Naked.

"Mister Harry Potter!" gushed Dobby, his long ears tipped with rainbow gloves wiggling enthusiastically, "Are you wanting anything?"

God yes. HIM! "Erm..."

"Oi, Dobby, get me some strawberry sauce. This chocolate one is rubbish." Draco lobbed the empty bottle over the house elf into a nearby bin and then continued sexually assaulting a spoon. Harry was dying from horniness.

"Yes sir. Anything Mister Harry Potter be wanting?" asked Dobby.

"Erm...glass of...w-water please." Another crack and Harry was left alone to drool blatantly and embarrassingly over the hot Slytherin sitting merely metres away. "Umm...Malfoy, why..." Draco tilted his head. "Why are you eating ice cream naked in the middle of the night?"

Draco didn't reply. He just silently slid off the table, the tub still hiding what Harry desperately wanted to see, and walked around the kitchen to him. Standing at arm's length, actually closer, at elbow's length away, Draco scooped out a lump of ice cream and offered it out in front of Harry's mouth.

Harry searched Draco's face for any sarcasm or mocking, but only seeing impatience, he leaned forward and captured the dripping mound of ice cream between his lips. The vanilla seemed to taste too sweet and sugary, at that moment Harry wanted to drop to his knees for something savoury.

"Good?" asked the smirking git, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Harry took this as a sign, and who could blame him in his horny state. There were two options, kiss Malfoy or wank into the ice cream. He pushed the clean spoon away and stepped forward into the other boy's space, his hand reaching out to capture his face. Draco's eyes widened but then, their lips were pressed against one another's. Draco's lips and tongue were cold and unresponsive and it was like kissing a dead kipper but he tasted of vanilla and it wasn't wet like the kiss with Cho or full of enthusiastic hesitation like Ginny's kisses. Harry felt a hot hand reach out and trail down to his waistband, Draco's lips suddenly moving. Harry thought the crush of his life was going to kiss back, admit feelings of lust and they would get to making the Hippogriff with two backs on the kitchens floor.

Instead, Draco was muttering something against his lips, "Whoa lover boy, i think you need to cool off."

Draco yanked open the waistband of his trousers and boxers, flashing the contents an appreciative smirk before dumping half a tub of vanilla ice cream down there. "AAAAAAARRRRGHHH!!! MALFOY! ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?!"

As Harry tried to scoop out ice cream from his crotch, Draco had produced his wand from nowhere and spelled his clothes back on.

"Sleep well, Potter," said Draco, walking out while Harry still had his own hands down his trousers, gaping incredulously at the retreating figure.

CLICK! Colin smirked.

Fin.

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Alternative title: And then Colin got into the blackmailing business
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