Harry Potter the strangest 10 year old boy ever

I dedicate this chapter to thrnbrooke because this is the only person who reviewed every chapter!

AN: I’m so sorry that it took so long to update but the chapter got longer than the others and my beta was stressed and had a bitching pc. I hope that I’m faster the next time.

Disclaimer: I have the power to bring the dead back but I don’t own anything.


“Speaking”

**Thinking**

The most precious memory

Snape’s explanations followed silence until it was broken by a moaned “Please, could someone wake me I think I’m having a nightmare”.
The answered, “Sorry Ron, this is no dream. Harry and Draco seem to be a couple, but if it comforts you, Harry has wound Draco round his little finger.” was a lot more confident.

Everyone in the room looked at the girl after this statement but the facial expressions varied from bemused over confused until astonished. The one who looked the less surprised was Father Christmas, who chuckled and afterwards turned to Harry.

“Harry, my dear boy, I presume that you don’t know who I am?” after he saw Harry shake his head he continued “I am Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. When you were eleven years old you started to attend this school because you are a wizard too.

Here are your two best friends, Hermione Granger” he pointed at the smiling girl “and Ronald Weasley.” he pointed towards the red-boy, who looked a bit green around the nose. “In the last years you also found your boyfriend in a fellow classmate, Draco Malfoy, even if your start was a bit rocky.”

While he said this, Professor Dumbledore eyed Draco with a twinkle in his eyes. Draco, who was now seated behind Harry with his arms wrapped around him, blushed a bit; making Harry remember how his ‘best friends’ had reacted towards Draco.

**Maybe they don’t know that my angle is as nice as he is because we argued a lot in the past. Then we can easily solve this problem just with getting to know each other. It just seems to be a misunderstanding**, Harry thought smiling, while he watched the blonde haired beauty.

“Now,” professor Dumbledore continued “we have to think how you will spend your time until we find a solution to our potions-problem. I hope you understand that you would normally be attending your seventh year at this school.” Again, this statement was followed by a nod of acknowledgement from Harry.

“Wonderful! Because I don’t think that it would hurt anyone, I would like you to attend all of Draco’s classes with him. I would suggest that you listen to the lecture and then ask your teacher what might be appropriate for you to practise.

“So, Harry and Draco will have breakfast here and the rest of us will go down to the great hall. I will explain the necessary facts pertaining to our problem and ask the pupils not to bother all of you with questions. Severus, as far as I know your next class is Potion with the seven years. So our two boys are in good care and you have the perfect opportunity to send the poor boy who caused this problem, to me for questioning. When we know the exact feelings he had while he prepared the onion, we can plan something to turn Harry into his older self completely.”

After that professor Dumbledore made all visitors say good bye and hurried them out of the hospital wing.
Draco was sent to his own bed again and when the breakfast arrived Madame Pomfrey left for her office, wondering why she even bothered to separate those two.

The moment the door closed behind the nurse, Draco made his way into Harry’s bed. They snuggled up against each other and together made an effort to clear Harry’s and Draco’s breakfast trays of all traces of food.

They finished the meal and were on their way to the shower when it occurred to Draco that he would be showering with a naked and wet Harry. Alone and most probably undisturbed!

“Ehm Harry, why don’t you start to shower while I get us some new clothes? We can’t run around just clad in towels now can we?” Draco said, a bit rushed as he tried to throw Harry off the fact that he desperately wanted to shower with him but didn’t dare to take the risk. When Draco heard the sound of running the water he sat down on one of the beds and waited for a house elf to collect the empty trays. Once the elf arrived it was told to collect Draco’s backpack as well as uniforms, undergarment and a change of socks.

As long as Harry was showering, Draco tried to keep his mind busy with repeated reading of the instructions for today’s potion assignment. The moment Harry entered the room, just clad in a towel with some pearls of water glistering on his six-pack, Draco shot into the bathroom. Leaning against the door he dared to open his eyes again and shouted that they had to hurry and that the clothes with the red lion were for Harry.

**Fuck! How could I forget that I could not treat him like I normally do? What would I give for a hot shower with him? I would run my hands over his six-pack, cleaning up the mess I created last night. I would kiss his neck and rub my hard prick against his - NO! NO! NO!

You can’t have fantasies about Harry when he is in the next room! You are such a pervert! He is ten and although he has the body of a young Greek god does not change that fact. Great! I’m talking to myself and have to take a cold shower every other minute. I want my Harry back!**

Draco pouted at his life turned upside down, turning the water on…extra cold. He finished his shower in record time and got dressed in a rush. Afterwards, he had to help Harry with his tie and then dragged Harry through the castle as fast as he could. Harry wanted to stop at every picture since the first one greeted them with, “Hello lover boys. You look hot today”.

“Harry it’s wonderful that you have lost your fear of magic, but if we don’t hurry we will be late and Snape will bitch even more!” Draco whined, exhausted. Ten year old Harry was a lot of work!

They arrived just in time and had to sit in the front row. Snape slammed the door shut, pointed toward the directions on the blackboard and went to his desk, where he stayed for the whole lesson looking angry and the tiniest bit disappointed.

On the board were directions for the potion and the pairings for the lesson. Of course Harry and Draco were put together. Draco told Harry to wait at the table while he collected the ingredients and that the potion they were supposed to brew would let you re-experience your most precious memory. During the lesson Draco tried to explain to Harry what he was doing and even let him help with cutting and stirring.

Regardless of his normal performance, Harry showed a real talent for the subject. He told Draco that it was not to different from cocking, what he had to do for the Dursleys as long as he could remember. Draco acknowledged this with a calm nod and didn’t voice his thoughts about what he would like to make those people eat.

When the lesson neared its end Snape told the pupils that those whose potions he would declare safe had to drink a dose and share with the class what they saw. He started with Draco’s and Harry’s potion, which Snape had to declare nearly perfect. But the moment his eyes landed on Harry, Draco gave Snape a death glare, grabbed the spoon and dipped it into the potion to collect his sample.

“As if I would let Harry drink a potion that is not absolutely perfect in his current condition.” Draco told Snape disdainfully and raised the spoon to his lips.

Draco had barely swallowed the potion when his vision started to fade into a complete darkness.

He awoke in the room he had created via the room of requirement where he had taken Harry for their first time. Draco felt as nervous now as he had felt then, waiting for Harry to enter the room.

**Oh, shit what will the others think when I cream myself in a lesson. What will Harry think? I just hope that I will not talk or it will be really embarrassing! Oh my god! Oh…**

His thoughts vanished when the door opened and in came a nervous, sixteen year old Harry Potter. Harry looked around until he saw Draco in the corner. He smiled shyly and took a wary step towards the blonde. Outwards the Slytherin looked as calm and collected as ever, but in side of him he felt as if he would have his first time again, but with the love of his live, which was considering Draco a sex-god.

He remembered the times he had had sex and knew that he had no experiences with love making, but plenty when it came to fucking. He had made them scream, but he had not cared if it was from pleasure or pain. But he couldn’t and wouldn’t hurt Harry during sex. He had to be collected, calm and in control.

He took one deep breath and got his mind into seduction-mode. Harry hadn’t really dared to move closer and now stood in the middle of the room, uncertainly fumbling with the lowest button on his shirt.

While Draco stalked closer towards Harry, he took in Harry’s appearance for the first time. Harry was dressed to kill. He was wearing black trousers, which were tight, clinging to all the right areas and showing more than Harry might have known. The silk shirt he was playing with was Slytherin-green in colour and appeared rather classy until it was illuminated from behind. When the light shone through the fabric, it glowed --- nicely showing off the toned upper body beneath as if no shirt was worn.

**I love Quidditch and I will have to ask him who I have to thank for this vision!** Draco thought as he reached Harry, a slight purr beginning deep in his chest.

“Hello love, I am so glad that you could make it on time and furthermore looking so delicious.” the emphasise the blonde placed on the last word sent Harry blushing and that reminded Draco of a talk they had had only a few days before.

Harry had sought him out, asking him in hushed tones, face covered in that same adorable blush, when Draco had known he was ready for his ‘first time’. Somewhat surprised, Draco couldn’t really remember what he’d told Harry—other than it went something along the lines of it being out of curiosity and that, normally, it should be out of a desire to be closer to someone and so on and so forth. He hadn’t had the heart to tell the blushing boy before him that he’d wanted nothing more than to jump shy Harry the next time they fought—utterly ravaging him, taking him, wherever the fight happened to be. Public, or not, that was what Draco wanted to do.

Draco just hoped that this question had really been a hint that Harry was ready for it. Draco had decided it was worth a shot, and could only hope he wouldn’t be moving too fast for Harry.

“Come Harry, why don’t we get comfortable in front of the fire and have a little snack?”

“Fire?”

“Of course. ‘Room of requirement’ you remember? We can have whatever we want---even before we know it. So if you don’t want to lounge with me in front of a crackling fire, sipping some Champaign and getting fed chocolate covered strawberries by me, that’s entirely okay with me.

“The decision is entirely up to you. You only have to say the words and we are swimming in a pool, I’m giving you a massage or we are playing chess the whole night long.” Draco innocently cooed into Harry’s ears. The whispers tickled Harry’s sensitive ears, sending pleasant shivers running down his back—he could only hope Draco didn’t notice. Which, he had…long ago.

“Mmm…strawberries and a massage?” Harry muttered dreamily.
“Not at the same time, sweetheart, but what about a massage first and then we will lie down on some cosy pillows and I feed you whatever you wish for?”
“Mmm…sounds great.”

“Okay, then why don’t you go through this door here and change into a towel. I will get everything ready and when you come back you just have to jump on the table and allow me to work my magic.” Draco said in a lighter tone, trying to make Harry relax and to take his mind off what might come out of this situation.

**It’s worth enough that I am close to a heart attack. I don’t think that I could handle a panicking Harry right now.** Draco thought, arranging the eatable massage oils as a means of distracting himself.
When Harry entered the room again he was clad only in a towel showing off his gorgeous body full force, but was also wearing the most innocent and happy smile Draco had ever seen on a person. He hurried over to Draco and bounced on the table like a little child.

“Okay Harry, lie down and put your face into the hole. Relax but try not to fall asleep or you will have to wait until breakfast for the strawberries.” Draco told Harry chuckling over the childish behaviour of his boyfriend. The trust Harry’s actions showed in him had calmed Draco and made most of his fears disappear.

Draco started to pour some oil on Harry’s upped back and gently rubbed his shoulders and neck. After that he wandered lower until he reached the border of the towel and went to the legs. Despite the relaxed appearance from earlier, the muscles were quite tense from Quidditch-training, special training for the war and carrying the burden of the future. Draco decided to do this more often, as the thought of his little hero in pain was almost too much.

Once Harry seemed to be relaxed enough, Draco climbed onto the table and straddled Harry’s lower back. He started to rub Harry’s back again but this time put more pressure on the muscles. The closer his hands got to the towel again the more exited Draco became. He started to kiss Harry’s neck and whispered pet-names into his ears.

Soon Draco’s hands warily found their way beneath the towel, at the beginning just an inch or so, his fingers lightly tugging at the cloth. His heart thudded in his chest, growing bolder as Harry made no attempt to stop him.

Draco tugged the towel loose until it came free on one side. It now covered Harry’s behind but could be lifted away to expose the flesh underneath. With all preparations ready Draco bent forward, grabbing another bottle from the table. He was anxious to start this, a dream of his that was finally coming true, but the strange calmness of the boy beneath him was making Draco a little uncomfortable.

Ever since they had stopped their senseless feuding, every step of their growing relationship had been punctuated with Harry asking a million questions, Harry jumping every time Draco called him by his given name, and the worst of them all—Harry personifying a wooden plank, stiff, unyielding. He did a good impression of it too, too good.

Draco knew he was good but he was not disillusioned. Concerned, he softly called Harry’s name. When he didn’t get an answer, he lightly shook Harry’s naked shoulder and nearly fell off the table when Harry suddenly turned onto his side and curled around Draco’s left leg. The blond stared down into the sleeping face below him and started to shake with barely contained laughter when he heard a sleepy, “fiveminutesron”.

“Oh no, sleeping beauty, you were not supposed to fall asleep and I don’t think that you would like me to be Ron right now.” Draco said huskily, smirk in place. The dark haired boy slowly opened his eyes and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry Dray but it’s your own fault to make me that comfortable when I’m exhausted.”

“Okay sleepyhead, why don’t I get us a bed and make you even more comfortable, while I do my very best to please you in every way I can think of.” The smirk on Draco’s face stayed as the table turned into a king-size bed and the boys sank deep into the soft pillows. Harry uncurled and came to rest on his back in the middle of the bed. He was still sleepy enough to overlook that his towel had conveniently disappeared.

Draco waited a moment, enjoying the view before he bent to nibble Harry’s neck. The blond’s pale hands mapped the body below him, his hands stopping to toy with Harry’s dusky nipples. He gently let his fingertips glide over the nubs until they responded to his light touch. When he decided that they were ready for more, Draco let his mouth wander downwards until he found his target. He licked both nipples alternately while one of his hands treated the other one.

When Harry started to squirm under the touch, Draco continued his journey down until he reached his boyfriend’s nether region. In a nestle of dark curls he saw that little Harry was enjoying Draco’s actions more than his boyfriend was letting on.
“I think you need a massage somewhere else, my dear.” Draco purred as he ghosted his fingers across the shaft softly.

“Draco, don’t tease.” came the moan, succeeding in bringing Draco’s Slytherin-side out to play.
“Of course my Harry, but can I try something new?”
“Yes! Do what ever you want, but do it now.” Draco couldn’t decide if it sounded more desperate than annoyed.

With a sweet smile on his lips, the Slytherin took the attention demanding erection in his hand and applied a bit more pressure. When Harry was distracted, writhing in pleasure, Draco slipped a pillow under him. Grabbing each of Harry’s legs, Draco pushed them until they were bent and spread invitingly. His eyes came to rest on his boyfriend’s entrance.

Harry was moaning, demanding more in short, breathless sighs. Grinning, Draco slowly flicked his tongue over the puckered entrance. A self satisfied smirk crossing his features at Harry’s surprised yelp. Draco toyed with Harry’s erection as he continued to lather Harry’s entrance with saliva.

It didn’t take long until the Gryffindor started to squirm, desperately trying to push up- and downwards at the same time. Suddenly all movement stopped, Harry’s back arched and stayed as his body climaxed leaving him spent and exhausted.

“So how did you like the foreplay sweetheart? Are you ready for the main event?” Draco asked innocently nuzzling the other boy’s balls.
“Main event? Who cares?! If it is better than this, do what you want to me.” Harry’s voice was raspy and barely audible.

“We’ll make it fast and easy this time, because if I have to watch you for any longer I don’t know what I will do.” With these words Draco took his wand and spelled his clothes off. After that he pointed it towards Harry’s entrance and muttered a spell that left it well lubricated and stretched.

Without wasting a second he tossed his wand away and positioned his hard cock at the hole and pushed inside. The moment he felt the pressure on his head, he proved his words right and lost all restrictions. He hammered into the body below him hoping that he would hit the prostate at some point, but was too far gone to know for sure.

Mobilising all the self-control his father had beaten into him, Draco gained enough control to raise his hand to Harry’s dick and stroke it. With relief he found it already hard again. Through the lust induced fog around his brain he could hear Harry scream with desire and then the world faded again.

He could sense his coming and hoped to get Harry finished soon, as the walls surrounding him started to tighten. The additional pressure sent him over the edge and made him come harder that he ever had imagined. When he was spent, his arms couldn’t hold his body up any more and tumbled down into the loving embrace of the boy below him.

The last he heard before the world turned dark around him was a low, “I love you” that put a sappy smile on his face.

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