Hi -

This entry is to serve as an introduction tho the story that you are about to embark on. I, as a huge Potter fan, have chosen to reread the books (all 7) for the umpteenth millionth time and begin one of the best, most slashy and certainly the longest fan-fiction that has ever been written.

The story will explore a romantic relationship between Harry Potter and his nemesis Draco Malfoy from the beginning of the series through the end. The story will be presented chronologically, but it will not be completely consistent. I will post when I'm at a point in the original story where a moment that would further this story occurs.

Reads in reviews would be great encouragement to push further in the project, so if you like it, please let me know.

Enjoy

-slashyboy

This portion of the story occurs at the very end of Chapter 7. Harry's first night at Hogwarts brings him a terrifying dream that includes Professor Quarrell, Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy. He woke up, sweating and then turned over and fell back asleep.

Harry's second dream that night brought visions of the blonde boy, too. The difference is that this time Harry wasn't scared by his presence, he was rather turned on by it. In the dream the two boys were in Harry's bed, still fully dressed, lying on top of each other, making out.

Draco was straddling Harry, who's glasses were on the bedside table, and had his tongue deep inside the Boy-Who-Lived's mouth. Draco was slowly grinding his hardening boy dick on Harry's as they went, and they could both feel their pants getting tighter.

Harry reached up and grabbed the pale boy's ass. He squeezed firmly, causing Mr. Malfoy to moan into his mouth. Harry, having never felt better, continued the motion while opening his mouth wider so that the blonde boy could continue the tongue assault the two boys were enjoying so much.

Just then, Harry woke up, much to his dismay. The boy awoke feeling a wide range of emotions. On the one hand he was sad, having never wanted that dream to be over. But on the other Harry was happy to make conscious the sub-conscious feelings he had had toward the blonde boy earlier.

Realizing that his little boy cock was hard as it had ever been, Harry rolled over on to his back and plunged his hands beneath the warm covers. He raised the covers to take a peek underneath. He was still growing, but even so he was impressed by the size of his member.

At 11 years old, his dick stood a solid 6 and a half inches high underneath the covers, a number he realized was something to be proud of when he had taken a peek between the other boys' legs in gym class two years ago.

Harry closed his eyes, pulling up a mental image of the blonde boy he clearly lusted after and wrapped his small fingers around his not-so-small dick. Harry thought he may explode right then and there considering how on-edge he was after his smutty sex-dream.

He waited a moment to make sure he wasn't going to cum, hand still wrapped tightly around his man meat. When he felt a little at ease, Harry Potter began to slowly move his right hand up and down his considerable shaft.

As his right hand pumped away, his left hand also plunged beneath the covers and Harry began to stroke and squeeze his balls while his right hand pumped his cock faster and faster.

Being so young and inexperienced, it wasn't long until Harry was breaking a sweat, wriggling and moaning not-so-discretely underneath his covers in the Gryffindor boys dormitory. Soon, sure he was going to cum at any moment, Harry picked up the pumping pace even further until his hand was a blur below the covers.

Finally Harry's toes curled over and his body went ridged as he squirted out a decent sized amount of 11 year-old boy juice from his dick. Harry caught most of it in his hand and, not wanting to make a mess, brought his hand to his lips and slowly and sensually licked it off like he had an audience. He wiped the miniscule remainder on his covers and, exhausted, turned over to sleep.