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"I think we're almost there." Hermione suddenly stood up straight after a few hours of quiet, passive talk with the other three boys in the compartment. "Better change into our school robes now." She suggested and opened to compartment door to take her leave.

The three boys heeded her advice and each scrambled up to take out their school robes from their trunks. Harry pouted and blushed a bit when he had to ask help from Ron to get his school trunk down for him since he was…not of the appropriate height. Also, since Ron was the tallest of the three of them though Draco was only shorter by a bit. Sighing inwardly, Harry tried to reassure himself that he will definitely grow taller when his growth spurt hit.

Harry had his back turned towards them to respect their privacy. Taking off his oversized shirt, the only shirt that was not a hand-me-down from Dudley though it was from a car boot sale that had it sold for a dollar. He got it on his eight birthday. It was too big on him then it was still big on him now. Though only by two sizes bigger.

If Harry were to turn around or at least take a look behind him towards the other two boys in the compartment with him, he would notice that both the blonde and the redhead was not-so-subtly staring at him. Why are they staring? Probably has something to do with Ron's long corrupted mind from having so many older brothers, untidy rooms and thin walls. As for Draco, it is not his fault the Malfoy library was so extensive that they have all kinds of books collected. When I say all, I do mean all. Poor little Draco's and Ron's innocence never really has time to stay with them.

So these two not-so-pure-minded boys stared at the unblemished snow white skin that had ever barely felt the sun's direct gaze, the petite of young boy who is almost as small and frail-looking like a girl. Not that he has a girly body, just a bit dainty for a boy. Then Harry started to pull down his trousers, leaving him only in his underpants.

"Bloody hell." Ron muttered quietly, but of course not too quietly because the other two boys heard him. While Draco agree to what Ron said, he would never be so ineloquent as to curse in front of a Weasley. Harry though had turned around to see what Ron was talking about when he embarrassedly noticed that they were staring at him. Harry blushed a light pink.

Caught red-handed the other two blushed as well, though Draco did a good job of covering it up and willing his blush away. "S-sorry, mate." Ron apologized quickly, red colouring his dace up to his ears and it had Harry laughed a bit as the colour seemed to rival the boy's own hair.

Feeling a bit more at ease, Harry showed him a small smile and shook his head. "It's alright." Then he returned to changing into his school robes, putting them on with slight difficulty as he was a bit unused to such clothes, it was also his first set of clothes that was actually right for his size. He was beaming in happiness when the train stopped and Hogwarts was in sight. "Wow, that castle looks awesome!"

Ron and Draco went over to his side to peer outside the window. "I hope we'll be in the same house Harry." Ron said excitedly.

"What if Harry gets into Slytherin and joins me." Draco said smugly.

Ron shrugged. "I'll go into Slytherin!" He said with a show off determination. "Can't let him be corrupted by a snake like you."

Draco snorted. "If you join Slytherin house, though I doubt that, you will be labelled a snake that you despise so much, Weasley."

"So?" Ron glared at Draco. "I'll be a lion in a snake's clothing!" He declared hotly and perhaps a bit too passionately. "And maybe…finally my parents will see that I am not my brothers."

That last statement made Draco look at Ron a bit intensely for a few seconds before smirking. "Not bad, Weasley. Not bad at all." A lion in a snake's clothing? Brave and deceptive. Showing how he differ from his family with such a drastic move? Brave and ambitious. Qualities of a Snake…and well, Lion he supposed.

Ron grinned.

Harry however pouted and crossed his arms. "It's nice and all to see you too getting along but can we go nowww~" He tugged on both boy's sleeves, affectively gaining their attention.

Grabbing their trunks (and helped Harry got his), they walked down the train corridor and got off it. Harry looked around with obvious excitement, noticing a huge man waving around to catch the attention of people getting off board. "Firs' 'ears! Firs' 'ears!" He bellowed. "No mor' to a fo'r per boat." Harry saw Hermione climbing into an empty one and he quickly went over to climb in the same boat as her.

"Hello, Hermione." Harry greeted as he slipped behind her.

"Hello, Harry, Ron, Draco." Hermione greeted back.

"Who decided that you can call me by my first name, Granger." Draco's eyes formed a tiny slit as he looked at her.

Hermione smiled with her head held high. "I did." She answered easily.

"Well, I don't consent you to." Draco frowned, huffing in annoyance at the girl's attitude.

Hermione did not reply and chose to admire the castle's architecture instead of indulging Draco's childish and pettiness. Ron snickered and whispered. "I don't think she really gives a damn, Malfoy. You do remember she casted a Boogey Bat hex at the girls that insulted her right?"

Draco groaned. It would be best not to make an enemy of her, besides, Harry seems quite fond of the head-strong girl. They soon got off the boat and was greeted by the sight of an old stern-looking woman. From his father's description, she must be their Transfiguration professor, Minerva McGonagall.

She leads the first years inside the castle and have them stood around, waiting to be allowed into the Great Hall. "My brothers told me that we have to fight a troll." Ron said with a small frown, looking unsure.

"Don't be daft Weasley." Draco mocked.

Ron shrugged. "It's not like I really took their words to heart considering how many times they had pranked on me y'know." He said with a bit of a sad tone.

"Cheer up, Ron." Harry took pity and decided to take hold of Ron's hand. Squeezing it lightly to give him a bit of reassurance. "You're you and not your brother, kay?" He said with an adorable smile. "I'm friends with Ron Weasley! Not your brothers. Draco's your friend too. See? You have different friends from your brother."

Malfoy scrunched up his face a bit before sighing and nodding. "Yeah, whatever Harry said." Draco thought about what Weasley had said before. It had struck a chord deep in him and he really does not know what to think about it.

The door to the Great Hall opened when the stern woman came back and said something about a Sorting Hat to sort them into their respective houses. They eagerly walked in and Harry was awed by the starry ceiling when he looked up. "In Hogwarts: A History, they mentioned that it was charmed to reflect the sky on the outside. Fascinating, isn't it? They didn't mention the charm though sadly."

Then he turned towards the staff table and noticed that in front of them was a stool with a rather worn looking hat sitting on top of it when it suddenly started to tear and seemed to have two eyes and a mouth. "It's singing!" Said Harry, a bit dumbfounded.

Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

Though I might make amends

If one is willing to explore

Their other inner self that matters

Just as much.

With that final note the singing stop and hushed whisper swept over the Great Hall. However, Ron, reminded about what he had said to Malfoy earlier gulped before adopting a determined look in his eyes. Harry saw this and grinned encouragingly at the boy while Hermione only shook her head in amusement. 'Other inner self, huh? Might be worth it to explore that.' She thought.

Professor McGonagall went up front and started calling out names. "Abbot, Hannah."

"Hey, Weasley?" Draco whispered. "Want to see a snake in a lion's clothing?"

Ron caught up immediately. "No backing out alright?" He whispered back.

"Certainly not." He straightened his back and sniffed.

Ron snorted. "Then, call me Ron after the Sorting is done. See you in Gryffindor colours Malfoy."

"And you may call me Draco, slimy snake." Draco shot back to the redhead.

By the time they had finished their small exchange, Hermione's name was called and she shot the three boys a nervous look before she went up to the stool and sat down with the hat on her head.

Ah, a brilliant mind you have Miss Granger. You know yourself you will do well in Ravenclaw. Though that is not what you want is it, Miss Granger?

"My other inner self, I want to explore that. Knowing more about myself is important as well and a very useful knowledge."

Indeed, Miss Granger and because of that you will be in

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Hermione took off the hat and ran towards the house in red and gold, smiling widely and just when she taken a seat next to a pair of twins and another redhead, she waved over to the friends that she had made on the Hogwarts Express. Then more names are being called and they absent-mindedly took notes at the back of their who goes where until another name from their merry band of four was called.

"Malfoy, Draco." The blonde smirked at Ron before going up to the stool and took the Sorting Hat and was about to put the hat on his head when it opened its mouth but Draco's panicked thoughts stopped it and he settled on top of the blonde's head.

Mr. Malfoy I must say this is a rare occurrence.

"How rare?"

Never.

"Father's going to kill me but what the heck." Draco shrugged visibly.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

A Malfoy in Gryffindor's house? As soon as the hat shouted that, the Slytherin and Gryffindor house was in uproar, the other two houses was loud but not as chaotic as the other two. Draco shot Ron a smile before handing the hat over to Professor McGonagall whom was staring at him. Disbelieving the fact that she will have a Malfoy as one of her lions. It reminds her of Sirius Black really.

Draco heard his name being called by a familiar voice and head over to her. "Slide over Granger." He said as he took a seat next to her, coming between her and a Weasley.

"Congrats, Draco." She grinned.

Draco sniffed. "I need to survive my father's wrath first, if I am still alive, congratulate me then." Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head. How can he still sound so arrogant but friendly at the same time? Talent, she supposed.

The sorting went on until Harry's name was called out.

"Potter, Harry." The hall once again went into hushed whispers and everyone stared at their world saviour, which only makes him more uncomfortable and fidgety as he walked up to the stool.

"Hey, isn't he that cutie-"

"That we met on the train?"

"Yeah."

The twins conversed with each other as they stared at the small boy before grinning.

"Who cares yeah Gred?"

"True, Forge. He's still-"

"A cutie."

The both nodded to each other and watched interestedly as Harry was being sorted.

Hello, …wait what kind of life have you been living?!

"A very pleasurable one!" Harry added with an inward grin, innocence radiating off him.

I need to have a chat with Albus! You need to be removed from that horrendous man's care immediately!

"Uncle Vernon is a nice person." Harry interjected. "As long as I be a good boy and do as told."

That is the point why I we need to get you away from him!

"NO! Please don't Mr. Hat. I really really like it there. You can't change me anymore, it's too late and I…I…please just sort me. I can…get a lot of things when I be a good boy."

Sigh…you'll do well in any house really but best be…

"SLYTHERIN!"

When Harry moved over to the Slytherin table, it was so silent that they could hear the swish swoosh sound that Harry's robe was making due to his leg movement. He shot the generic people of Slytherin house a shy smile before politely taking a seat next to an Italian looking boy. "Hi." He greeted to which he received back some hesitant nods of acknowledgement from the students near him. He grinned and waited for Ron to be sorted.

After some time, she finally called out the name that three particular firsties had been waiting for. "Weasley, Ron!"

Ron walked up while biting his lower lips and put on the hat as he sat down.

Ah, another Weasley…obviously you will be in...

"Say no more and just put me in Slytherin with Harry!"

Fine, fine.

"SLYTHERIN!"

"WHAT!?" Those sitting near the Weasley brothers at the Gryffindor table quickly clasped their ears at the loud shout from the three redheads.

Ron's expression was a bit grim mixed with uncertainty and nervousness when he hands back the hat to professor McGonagall before walking over to Slytherin and taking a seat next to Harry. "Hey, Harry." Ron greeted to which Harry gave back a smile to. "Can't leave you to deal with the snakes by yourself."

Harry did not stop smiling at Ron. "We're snakes ourselves now too you know."

Ron's face scrunched up a bit as he looked at the silver green colour of his tie distastefully. "I know that."

"Green clashes awfully with your hair, Ron." Harry laughed and got bumped on the head with Ron's fist. Harry continued laughing though he was trying to stifle it as he prevented Ron from attempting more attacks. "Oww!" Harry's hand flew up to his forehead, he felt a stabbing pain on his scar. Ron stopped and stared at him.

Harry did not know what was the cause but his scars never hurt like that.

The pain disappeared as fast as it came and he looked up just in time to see Professor Quirrell looking directly at him but then a second later the Professor looked away to engage in a conversation with dour looking professor with his hair reaching his shoulders. Harry shivered unpleasantly at the memory of the pain but shrugged it off.

He went back to his lavish dinner after reassuring Ron that everything was fine.

After dinner, they were unceremoniously shown their way back to their dorms and Harry was glad to be rooming with Ron. There were also these two other boys his age that caught his attention, an Italian boy with delicious dark skin was to be sleeping on the bed on his right and one Theodore Nott that has this charming aura about him sleeping on the bed to his left. Ron on the bed opposite him.

He turned to look at his trunk, his expression morphing into a despondent look. Well even if he could not get it to work, it can still fill up his ass and at least he can still thrust it inside him. The added pleasure from the vibrations was the only thing that he would not be able to get.

Everybody else was busy unpacking and in that sense, he could not take it out now and risked them seeing it. It would raise annoying questions and so with that in mind, Harry Potter pulled on the blanket and snuggled under it comfortably before letting himself be taken over by sleep.

He dreamt, of nonsense.

He woke up to gloominess. The light from the fire was dimmed and everyone else was still sleeping. Harry smiled in glee and quickly went over to take out his toy from the secret compartment in the trunk. He put it in his toiletries basket along with lube and tip toed to the bathroom which was thankfully empty. Save for one Slytherin ghost, but it was not the Bloody Baron. Harry did not notice him there as the ghost had decided to not show itself.

The ghost took interest and decided to spy on the fidgety first year that had just entered the bathroom. It was far too early for a first year to be up on the first day of school, no things to study or school works to finish. Or pranks to be executed.

Curiously, the boy took out a strange object and he scrutinized before recognizing what it resembles. Frowning he flew over to the child and materialized himself, startling the boy in the process.

"AAHH!" Harry shrieked before clamping his mouth with his hands.

"What do you have there in your hands?" Thr ghost ignored the boy startled act.

"Wha-who are you?!" Harry asked, knowing that it must be another ghost. Despite bloody appearance, the ghost held a dignity air and a handsome face.

"Bloody Baron, Slytherin House ghost. What is a first year doing, up so early? With a curious object in hand?" The ghost was still interested in knowing what that thing does. "Is that a cut-off dick?'' The ghost's eyes widened, recognizing the shape of it on closer inspection.

"What?..." Harry stared at the ghost before bursting into laughter, which he quickly muffled. He shook his head after having calmed down. "It's a toy. An adult toy." Harry said, trying to not laugh again. The ghost was still looking at it curiously. "Say, would you like a demonstration?" The boy suggested to the ghost and without waiting for a response, Harry immediately stripped much to the Baron's surprise.

It would be a lie to say that he was not feeling anything to the beauty the young boy held, he was not into someone young especially not a child as their baby fat was just a plain turn off for him but Harry seemed to not have any of those. He was like the child of a fae. He watched in silence and anticipation when Harry rubbed some sort of liquid like substance on to the object that disturbingly resembles a dick. If he were alive, he would probably be having a very big problem as of now.

"This is called a dildo. It is an adult toy, well it can vibrate as well but apparently magic don't interact well with electricity." The boy pouted and shrugged before glancing at the ghost with a coy smile and wondered about which position is best for the ghost first show. Then he leaned against the wall, with his backside facing the Bloody Baron. He did not bother with any preparations and readied the head of the dildo against his hole. Harry shivered slightly when a cold air his his backside and he turned his head to see the Baron standing just behind him, staring rather intently at his asshole that was exposed what with his other hand spreading his ass cheek.

Harry pushed the dildo in slowly, whimpering at the wide stretch. When it was fully in, Harry pulled it back out and started to fuck his own ass with the dildo in a slow teasing motion. His eyes turning a cloudy green and his cheeks flushing, which only added the attraction the Baron was already forming. Harry had his eyes closed as he began to move his arms faster,the friction bringing a pleasant feeling inside him that grew more and more intense. "Mhhhph." Harry gasped and his eyes flew open when a sudden coldness pierced his asshole. There was nothing that entered him but the coldness was there and Harry looked at the Baron to see that the ghost had two of his fingers visibly in his ass but not physically.

"Gods, yes. Just move those fingers around a bit more." Harry demanded and his breathing grew heavier, the piercing cold bringing in a new sensation that he had never felt before. The Bloody Baron moved his fingers as demanded, twisting them around. Despite not being able to feel anything, there was a satisfaction in seeing his fingers piercing the boy's asshole.

Harry felt his pleasure reaching his peak and started to move the dildo faster and harder when the Baron's fingers brushed over his prostrate, sending him over the edge in an instant. Yelling as his pushed over his peak so suddenly and white semen splashed over the bathroom walls. His body sagged down to the floor, as he tries to regain his breathing. Harry rolled slightly to his side and looked at the Slytherin ghost expectantly.

"When will you be doing this again?"

Harry simply chuckled weakly at that.

I wanted to try writing without having to use the line blocks but it ended up becoming to long to arrive to this single sexy and smutty scenes. I will be cross-posting this on AO3. Same username and same title. Do review please~ I already have next chapter planned out ;)