"Resolution", Harry/Draco, Colin Creevey, PG-13

[traintracks]

Title: Resolution
Author: traintracks
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco, Colin Creevey
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100x6
Written for: harry100's prompt #210, 'resolution'
Summary: Colin Creevey witnesses the transformation of Harry and Draco's relationship through the lens of his camera.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything really at all. Just this laptop.





I can look at him through my camera, see? And mostly then he doesn't know unless I actually take a picture. I look at him through my camera in the Great Hall. I watch him sip his pumpkin juice and chew on a roll. Harry Potter even chews heroically.

He's wonderful. He's so brilliant and brave. He's everything I've never been or could be.

He's the best part about starting here at Hogwarts.

The worst part's the bullies. And the teachers. And the homesickness.

But I sometimes feel like everything will be all right – when I look at Harry Potter.



Sometimes when I'm watching him, he's watching someone else. That blond boy. That…excuse me…prat. Draco Malfoy. I stay out of that one's way for sure! The other bullies might threaten to dunk my head in a toilet, but that one…I feel pretty sure he'd do a lot worse.

But Harry's not scared of him. Harry gets really close to him and acts like he'll fight him if Malfoy says one more wrong word. Harry stares hard at Malfoy. He doesn't look away. He stands up to him.

Harry Potter is my idol, so I watch how he is with Malfoy.


Except that how he is has changed over the years. I peer at them through my lens. It seems like just another day, just another confrontation. But I've been watching Harry long enough to see the difference.

I see how he blinks now when he stares at Malfoy.

I see how Harry's fist in Malfoy's robes loosens.

He's not afraid. It's not that.

Maybe Harry's just…tired of fighting? Maybe he's *so* good that he's trying to see the best in everyone, even that…excuse me…git.

I'm sure that's it.

I watch Harry breathe in Malfoy's face. Neither one looks angry anymore.


One evening after dinner, I'm wandering the grounds looking for things to photograph. I love taking pictures. And not just of Harry Potter anymore.

I've found I'm right good at this. My Quidditch shots are already in frames in the trophy room; my candid shots of students are up for a prize from the Daily Prophet.

I'm sort of…making a name for myself: Colin Creevey, Hogwarts Photographer. I guess I feel sort of…proud.

So I've been looking for interesting things to get shots of, and tonight, I'm wandering around the garden, trying to get the fabled tawny bat of Wales.


That's when I see them. Up against a tree. In the dark.

Malfoy's back is to the tree, and he's saying, "If you tell any of your friends, I'll kill you, Potter."

And Harry's answering, "You think I want to brag about this, you're out of your mind, Malfoy."

But they don't look like they mean it really. Their hands say other things entirely.

Their hands are opening robes and trousers. And when they're not insulting each other, their mouths are busy snogging.

For one horrible moment, I consider raising my camera…getting the shot of the year, of the decade.



But I don't. I don't because Harry Potter is my hero. Because I'm a Gryffindor. Because I've got a reputation now as something other than a bug to squash. Maybe that has something to do with the scene in front of me. Maybe snogging Harry has turned Draco Malfoy into something other than a…excuse me…tosser.

I lower my camera. I back away down the path just as Harry casts a Silencing charm and shoves his hand down Malfoy's trousers.

I turn and run back toward the school, feeling sort of happy with my secret, tawny bat of Wales be damned.

Comments

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

Aw, Colin's hero worship is adorable and rather sweet.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

He's so cute, yes?

Thanks for reading!