Harry wanted to find an upside to his transformation. But she was disturbingly gorgeous, that was something she found hard to take. Another assault on her privacy, perhaps intellectually Hermione would understand, but Ron hid his jealousy. It was never well hidden, but coming from a large family, standing out was something he sought out. Whereas Harry's fame... his notoriety gave him a different perspective.
Harry smelled his own hair, it reminded her of apple blossom. Her eyes darted to her reflection.
The image there was worth a thousand words. Or a whole heap of Galleons, she ground her teeth as she imagined the Daily Prophet running the picture as a story. Another one of their endless Harry Potter 'revelations'.
That was when the idea struck.
Would they pay, for pictures of young and abundantly female Draco Malfoy. Even if they didn't Harry wanted a more permanent record of Draco's time in the limelight, on the flip side.
She gave a brief yip of joy, when she realised, that Draco was at Quidditch practice just now. Little Miss Malfoy's pictures would be a treat. Harry, for the first time, wanted this to last longer, she needed to find a camera.
The idea of her taking cheesy shots, while herself anonymous and hidden send a shiver up and down her spine. She felt an unfamiliar, but pleasant warmth. With a gasp she realised she was becoming ... excited...
She hid herself beneath the cloak, her reflection vanishing as it did.
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