Warnings:

Slytherin!Harry, Oocness, Slash, FemSlash, Light!Bashing (?). LOTS AND LOTS OF SEX! Might be disturbing to some.

[Perhaps will be altered later on as this story is written on whim]

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to the amazing author J.K. Rowling and I thank her for allowing us to write fanfictions of her original work as long as it is solely for fun and we are not making any profits on it.

Commentary:

Created on not so much a whim but perhaps it is?

Ramblings:

This is just for fun, for now. Maybe there will be plot as time goes on? Or maybe not. I just wanted to try this out, if this fic gets the attention that Exceeds Expectation maybe I will write more so don't forget to review~

Oh, and in this verse of my fanfiction the Dursleys have disliked magic but NOT hate it. When Harry got it his letter, Aunt Petunia took Harry to Gringotts, the key to the Potter's vault was magically transferred to Harry when they asked for authentication. Then they went shopping for Harry's school stuff.

Pairings:

Slash Harry Harem

Word Count:

2'140

August 31st 1991

It was dinner and he was just done preparing the table when Uncle Vernon scrutinize his eyes, leering at him. Harry understood the hidden meaning behind it immediately crawled under the table. Dudley ran down the stairs and sat on the opposite of his father, smiling widely at the food on the table; his father chuckled proudly at his son's eagerness. He too took a bite of a chicken leg and moaned.

Petunia Dursley pursed her lips.

Harry Potter nudged his nose against Vernon Durley's clothed cock. Sniffing the sweaty, musky scent of a fat man. It was not long before he undid the fly and he kissed the tip of the appendage that sprang up. He made sure to keep his hands locked between his legs. He knows his uncle will like it better when he only uses his mouth though he also need to be careful to not make his uncle cum to soon. Or too late. Leaning closer, his lips met the head of unappetizing piece of meat. Harry lavish the cock with small kisses, knowing through experience how Uncle Vernon loves it when he shows affection to his 'little son.'

Harry smiled a bit when he noticed that Uncle Vernon's cock was already half-hard. He proceeded to take it into his mouth, careful not to suck or move his tongue much. Merely pushing in more and more until he the pubic hair brushed against his nose. It tickled. He waited in that position, carefully breathing through his nose. He was nothing more than a cock-warmer for now. Uncle Vernon took his time when eating dinner usually. He was only allowed to make his uncle cum when the man was almost finished with his dinner.

His jaw was aching but he must wait for a bit more. Countdown another ten seconds. Then, he moved his tongue a bit. More, gurgling to create a rumble in his throat. The vibrations making the cock twitching and hardening. Harry pulled back to suck on the tip, as his tongue dipped at the small slit. Tasting the beginning of pre-cum on his tongue. Feeling delighted on what was to come, Harry increased his efforts. More and more pre-cum oozed out and knowing that his uncle will be very disappointed in him if he wasted any of the milk. He once again deep-throated the man.

Something warm and thick splashed in his throat and filled his mouth's cavern.

Harry swallowed.

Then he carefully tucked the limped cock back inside Uncle Vernon's trousers. Grinning he pecked where he knew the clothed cock was seated, earning an approving grunt from his uncle. Then the man pulled away and Harry crawled back out. Aunt Petunia huffed and barked at him to wash the dishes. The raven-haired boy nodded and set off to the menial task.

Petunia Dursley went to pack her Dudder's things, immensely proud of her eleven years old son. 'Hmm, her Dudder's will be the best thing that ever happen at Smeltings.'

It was almost midnight when he had finished all of his chores. Harry smiled when he saw a plate containing a chicken leg, two small cheese balls the size of a marble, two slices of bread and a glass of milks waiting for him on the table. "Thank you, Uncle Vernon." Harry smiled, a very cute smile. Uncle Vernon who was sitting on a chair grunted and motion the him to come closer.

"Your aunt and cousin is sleeping." Harry nodded, it meant 'be quiet.'

"Will do." He whispered, pulling down his trousers and stepped out of them. Grinning shyly when he noticed that his uncle was already nicely stiff. He crawled on top of his uncle's lap and slowly lowered himself on the hard cock, moaning softly.

He took a bite of the chicken leg and uncle Vernon thrusts his cock in deeper the still tight hole despite the many, many, many fucking.

He really loves the feeling of being filled.

Uncle Vernon was not the only one who have had him.

Mr. Grunnings apparently likes him a lot too that he always gave Uncle Vernon promotions and made his uncle happy. In turn making him happy too.

He was going to Hogwarts though tomorrow. He will miss this.

Nibbling on the cheese ball, he felt his uncle spurt his seed inside him. He looked at his plate and pouted. 'Ooh oh, I didn't manage to finish it in time.' He looked up with his pouty lips. He did not want to be disciplined about the 'time is gold' preach. Spankings are nice but not when you are trying to eat and have to keep quiet. "Two more rounds, won't be so bad Uncle Vernon. I will be gone until Christmas after all." He persuaded.

Vernon grunted and pinched Harry's ass cheeks, it felt so soft. Like a baby's bottom. "I intend to enjoy your slutty hole tonight so shut up and just eat your dinner.'' He grumbled.

"Again, thank you Uncle." Harry said with sincerity.

And the paedophilia goes on.

September 1st, 1991.

The next morning, Harry was frowning. "Aunt Tuny, have you seen my toys? I want to bring them with me to Hogwarts." He asked as everyone was getting ready to leave. Uncle Vernon was putting Dudley's luggage inside the car.

Petunia's eyes widened and she shook her head firmly. "Children your age doesn't have sex toys, boy! I have kept them somewhere."

Hearing this Harry was distraught. "B-but…there's no one there to make me feel good! I'll go crazy." He tried to reason with his aunt. "At least let me bring one!"

Long silence. "Which one?''

Harry smiled widely. "The vibrating one! Vibrating dildo!"

Getting the requested item, he stored it in his trunk compartment. ~:Submissive:~ He hissed the password and the secret compartment opened. Closing it again after hiding the toy, he brought his magically charmed luggage to remain light outside. Storing it into the back of the car. Then he climbed in. No need to tell Aunt Tuny that he already has an anal bead snuggled up in his arse.

King Cross's Station

Thanks to a family of redheads, he found the entrance to platform 9 and three quarters and it was bustling with wizarding people. Parents saying farewell to their children, owls in cages hooting. A boy chasing a toad while yelling. "TREVOR!" This was all so exciting for the young Harry Potter.

He did not look around too much though. He bought extra books about the wizarding world and learned their customs as well as the happenings of the recent year. Shocked to find out that he was actually famous for saving the Wizarding World from a Dark Lord. He felt a pang after reading that, he was nothing more than a slut. He knows that he was nothing more than a prostitute. For the first time, he felt ashamed of himself but then he was too far gone to forgo the pleasure. Even if he did star doing it unwillingly, to save himself from a much, much, much harsher punishment. His lips twitched at the memory of his broken rib and wrist after being brutally beat up by Uncle Vernon.

He did not want to meet that monster again. Ever.

He will do anything as long as he can survive.

Besides, sex was not so bad.

Cocks are good.

Really good.

'Oh, an empty compartment! Lucky!' Harry grinned to himself as he walked in and tried to store his luggage at the top. "Ugh, why do I have to be so short?" He grumbled to himself as he tried harder.

"Oi, need a hand–"

"To store your luggage–"

"Cutie?"

Harry turned around and saw the redheaded twins wearing a dashing matching smirk on their faces. "Can you help me?" The bow shaped lips forming a cute pout.

The twins did not hesitate to do as asked and Harry stood back as they stored his luggage on top. Harry sat down and put on a tiny smile for them once they turned to look back at him. "Thank you, good sirs. Is there…anyway I can repay you?''

The twins exchanged looks.

Smirking before swooping down and pecked both sides of Harry's cheeks respectively. Pulling back to see a flush red colouring the sweet face. "You are welcome, cutie." They said in unison, winking before they left to go find their friend whom was surely waiting for them.

Then after a while another redhead opened the compartment door. 'Probably the twins younger brother, first year just like me if I heard right before!' Harry thought to himself.

Harry quickly found that he was a bit uncomfortable with the boy's awed staring after he revealed his full name. At his scar! 'The nerve! As if the scar is more interesting than me!' He frowned and pouted quietly.

Halfway through the compartment door slide opened again and Harry looked up. 'Oh, this boy is cute in a boyish way.'

"Heard that the famous Boy-Who-Lived is in this compartment." The white blonde boy sneered as he assessed the two boys, a redhead and a raven-haired. "Red hair, hand me down clothes. You must be a Weasley."

Harry frowned. "It's not nice to insult someone….uh…"

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The cute blond boy supplied. "You must be Harry Potter. Let me tell you early on, Potter. You should be wise when choosing people to make friends with." He smirked. "Some family are just better than others." He held out his hand.

Harry smiled and shook Malfoy's hand happily. "Hello to you too, Draco. Want to sit here with me and Ron?"

Ron looked at Harry in horror. "But Harry, he's a Death Eater!"

Clearly this does not sit well with the green-eyed hero as he frowned in Ron's direction. "That's not nice Ron." Then he looked at Draco. "You too, you insulted Ron just now. I want you both to apologise to each other." He crossed his arms and looked at them expectantly.

The two opened their mouth to protest but Harry beat them off to it. "Or I won't be friends with either of you."

And with that threat Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy glared at each other but stiffly shook hands.

"Sorry, Malfoy."

"I apologize, Weasley."

Harry awarded them both a smile that had the both of them blush at the sheer adorableness. "Great!"

Not long after another first year, a girl with bushy hair walked in. A hint of tears in her eyes which drew Harry's attention to her.

"C-can I sit here?" She asked with small voice, hiccupping.

Harry nodded and scooted over to make room for the girl, he had made Ron and Draco sat side by side earlier. "Sure, want to tell what's wrong?"

"The other girls from other compartment chased me away." She said angrily, despite the tears in her eyes. "Told them my name, I'm Hermione Granger by the way, and then they called me filth. A Mudblood! I don't even know what it means."

"Tough luck, Granger. Must've been in the company of the other Pureblood students. It's an insult for the Muggleborn magicals." Draco wrinkled his nose but said no more, he was no fool. Harry will revoke their friendship if he chased the Muggleborn out too!

"Well, that's stupid." Hermione growled, which was another reason why Draco did not say anymore. "In return, I casted the Boogey-Bat hex on the lot of them." She said proudly.

"What? We can't cast spells outside of Hogwarts!" Ron's eyes widened. "The Ministry'll–"

Hermione cut off the freckled boy. "I had the Trace removed from my wand by Mr.Ollivander." She said with a proud air that even Draco approved off. "No way I'm going to school without learning and reviewing the curriculums first. Besides, I asked Mr. Ollivander what are the consequences of removing the Trace. I lost a good one Galleon and that is all. It's a rule, not a law."

"Wow, Hermione." Harry breathed out, amazed. "You're brilliant."

Hermione smiled proudly, head held slightly higher. "Thank you. Now, what are your gentlemen's names?"

"Ron Weasley."

"Draco Malfoy."

"Harry Potter. Please don't stare at my scar."

Hermione gasped but then she slowly nodded. "Wow, I've read so much about you.'' Harry smiled at her shyly.

"So, um, did you bring your phone or anything to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, wanting to change the subject.

Hermione frowned and glared to the scenery outside of the window. "Nope, apparently technological are useless around magic. Now, I have to wait for several days to hear news from my parents."

Harry gaped. That means…his vibrating dildo would not work here. Bloody hell! This is atrocious!

And that is how, a muggleborn, a pureblood, a muggle-sympathiser and the Boy-Who-Lived sat together in a compartment; forming a fragile bond of friendship.

So, please review. What do you think?