Dear Bright Eyes| Colin Creevey

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Colin laid awake as his roommates snored and mumbled girls' names in their sleeps. The air was heavy as it was chilly. Not his kind of temperature, he's more of a summer kind of boy. The cold made his skin prickle and he peed more than usual.

But worse of all, he can't get Vi out of his mind.

Much more than usual.

Everything about what happened was ingrained in his brain. Her fearful expression or how she saw him as a threat and how he tried his hardest not to make it seem like it was a big deal.

But what was really the point?

He sighed and sat up. His face and knuckles still hurt from the impact on Theodore Nott's surprisingly bony face. Who would have thought that human bones are hard? Well, he knows that they are hard but he hasn't hit someone with the intent to hurt before.

And yet now he just made enemies with someone in the Silver Trinity, well, at least not all of the Silver Trinity. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini are both neutral about everything. Guess there's a first time for everything.

Then there's girls. He remembered clearly the day that Dennis went home one summer, wet and dirty, knees scraped and delirious with fever. Apparently, he waited under the summer rain for a girl to talk to him.

Girls make you mental, mate, he repeated over and over through the fever that fried his brain.

It was told over and over to him but he liked girls too much in general that he didn't see how that could happen. They were always nice to him, they were his friends. But lately...

But maybe it's more of something going on in his side.

Like even though he swore time and time again that he wouldn't touch Vi when she doesn't want to be touched, he can't help but want to- he tries to justify it that he just wants to help but, Merlin, does it become more difficult. Have you seen her? Have you seen how pretty and helpless she looks when she cries? Or how her ears are angled differently but in a really intriguing manner that you can't help but want to touch it? Or how she sounded when she sobbed or how she says his name. Or how she smells. Like lilac and vanilla.

Like all the things that Vi feared actually crossed his mind.

Like how he just wants to grab her and make her his over and over and over again and just-

Anymore of these and he'd have to beat it off again. He'd been doing that a lot these days and it gives more guilt than pleasure.

So he made his way down the common room only to see someone who also has a hard time sleeping.

"Hello, Colin," Harry Potter said. Harry Potter, his personal hero- the whole wizarding world's hero, has insomnia. Everyone in Gryffindor knows so it is an unspoken rule that everyone go to bed at midnight so he can be alone. No one wanted to bother Harry Potter because everyone assumed he wanted to be alone. If Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger didn't stay, who will dare?

"Nice to see you, Harry," he smiled more than a little too excitedly. He took a seat in front of the older boy.

"Can't sleep either?" Harry asked. He was eyeing the fire, the red of the flame danced in reflection in his spectacles. Colin watched all the while at how ordinary everything looked. There's no immediate danger yet here they are both having something that refused to put them at peace.

Colin just nodded. He didn't want to hear his own voice.

"Is this still about the thing that you told me about last time? Harry asked. It was weird to have someone like Harry ask someone like Colin. He was supposed to be famous and Colin was supposed to be the one to want to know more about the famous people. "Same old nightmare about death?"