Chapter 49 - 49. classes. (2/2)
”Defense Against the Dark Arts,” said Hermione at once. ”Nooooooo” came Harrys cry from across the table.They finished lunch and went outside into the overcast courtyard. Hermione sat down on a stone step and buried her nose in Voyages with Vampires again. Ryan became aware that Harry was being closely watched by his number 2 fan. Looking up, he saw the very small, mousy haired boy he'd seen trying on the Sorting Hat last night staring at Harry as though transfixed. He was clutching what looked like an ordinary Muggle camera, and the moment Harry looked at him, he went bright red.
”All right, Harry? I'm鈥擨'm Colin Creevey,” he said breathlessly, taking a tentative step forward. ”I'm in Gryffindor, too. D'you think鈥攚ould it be all right if鈥攃an I have a picture?” he said, raising the camera hopefully. Ryan froze. His mind grinding to a halt pieces falling into place. He jumped to his feet and pointed at the boy with a shocking word popping out of his mouth Noone knew. ”YANDERE!!!!!” Now Noone knew what this word ment except Ryan but everyone looked at the tiny boy and shivered involuntarily as he just gave off a cute innocent look. What Noone but Ryan seemed to catch was the glint of a kitchen knife hidden under his shirt. but he just waved it off as a hallucination and went back to his sandwich. A picture?” Harry repeated blankly.
”So I can prove I've met you,” said Colin Creevey eagerly, edging further forward. ”I know all about you. Everyone's told me. About how you survived when You-Know-Who tried to kill you and how he disappeared and everything and how you've still got a lightning scar on your forehead” (his eyes raked Harry's hairline) ”and a boy in my dormitory said if I develop the film in the right potion, the pictures'll move.” Colin drew a great shuddering breath of excitement and said, ”It's amazing here, isn't it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts. My dad's a milkman, he couldn't believe it either. So I'm taking loads of pictures to send home to him. And it'd be really good if I had one of you”鈥攈e looked imploringly at Harry鈥?#34;maybe your friend could take it and I could stand next to you? And then, could you sign it?”
”Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?”Loud and scathing, Draco Malfoy's voice echoed around the courtyard. He had stopped right behind Colin, flanked, as he always was at Hogwarts, by his large and thuggish cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.
”Everyone line up!” Malfoy roared to the crowd. ”Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!”
”No, I'm not,” said Harry angrily, his fists clenching. ”Shut up, Malfoy.”
”You're just jealous,” piped up Colin, whose entire body was about as thick as Crabbe's neck.
”Jealous?” said Malfoy, who didn't need to shout anymore: half the courtyard was listening in. ”Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.”
Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering stupidly. ”What's all this, what's all this?” Gilderoy Lockhart was striding toward them, his turquoise robes swirling behind him. ”Who's giving out signed photos?”
Harry started to speak but he was cut short as Lockhart flung an arm around his shoulders and thundered jovially, ”Shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Harry!”
Pinned to Lockhart's side Harry shouted ”I need an adult!” ”I am an adult” Lockhart replied ”Come on then, Mr. Creevey,” said Lockhart, beaming at Colin. ”A double portrait, can't do better than that, and we'll both sign it for you.”
Colin fumbled for his camera breathing heavily with a lustful look in his eyes and took the picture as the bell rang behind them, signaling the start of afternoon classes.