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Naughty Harry	By : yamiyugi23 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 96644 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these stories.

Chapter List
- 1-Naughty Harry
- 2-Chapter 2
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to it and I do not make any money from writing these stories.
A/N: This is an answer to the challenge Little Prostitute Harry by Guest_InAMood_*. I hope everyone likes my story :)
Also: I'm putting a BIG warning here for everyone, this fic is done as an answer to the challenge mentioned above. To give you a fair warning of what you're about to read this is some of the key points of what is asked for in the challenge:
-Harry is around 7 when everything starts
-Harry lives alone by age 9
-Harry actually enjoys everything and is really smart
-Harry only services men from Privet drive and men he chooses
-A few neighbours protecting Harry from Dudley and bullies in exchange for sex
-Daddykink at times
-One neighbour likes recording what he and Harry do
-Harry and a neighbour having sex in the park
-Gilderoy and Harry in his classroom
-Harry and ministry official in the Gilderoy's office
Chapter 1
Emerald green eyes quickly flashed away from the boring task of weeding up towards the plain cream coloured living room curtains of Number 5. Confusion flashed though the seven year olds eyes as a few seconds later the same pair of curtains moved again to show the same person who had been watching him every day for the past week. Whenever Harry came outside to work in the garden he always spotted the man at Number 5 staring at him.
The man at Number 5 was called Mr. Hughes, or at least that was the only name Harry knew of, and he lived across the street. Mr. Hughes was a middle aged man, around the same height as his uncle but unlike his uncle Mr. Hughes liked to keep fit and healthy. Then again keeping fit and healthy seemed to be a 'thing' on Privet Drive though Harry guess that must have something to do with the sight of his uncle. He had short black hair, blue eyes and was always wearing a suit outfit or a workout outfit. Harry had first met Mr. Hughes back when he was only two years old, before a big argument between Mr. Hughes and his uncle had happened they always used to met up and go to work every morning together as they worked for the same company.
The sound of the front door being opened though broke Harry's gaze with Mr. Hughes though as he quickly turned back to his task at hand. His eyes glued themselves onto his task while his hands worked as fast as they could. The clip clop sound of his aunts expensive high heel shoes came to Harry's ears making him gulp, he hoped that his aunt did not have the frying pan in her hand.
"Boy! You better not be messing around," Petunia Dursley's threatened as she came to a stop just in front of Harry who could see the tips of her shoes. "I am off to my weekly meeting over at the community centre and I want no funny business while I am away. If I hear of one strange and freakish thing that you have done I will...."
Harry, wondering what had gotten his aunt's attention, carefully turned his head to look in the direction that his aunt was staring at only to spot Mr. Hughes calmly walking across the road and heading towards them. Gulping nervously Harry quickly returned back to his weeding, unlike his cousin Harry was not dumb, if he could finish his chore just after his aunt had left the house and if whatever Mr. Hughes wanted took her attention away from him than Harry would be able to finally have a break.
"What is it that you want?" Harry heard his aunt snap out angrily. "Come to try and get my perfect and healthy husband to join that stupid keep fit club of yours?"
"No, I am here to talk to you about your nephew," Mr. Hughes said calmly in his normal smooth voice. "I have a few items in my guest room that I want to put into some boxes. I have seen just how hardworking your nephew with, and well with it being the school summer holidays, your son and husband have gone off camping for a few weeks....well all little boys will somehow find themselves in trouble."
"Quiet right, especially this one," Petunia replied with a sneer. Harry bit his lip as his aunt moved her shoe ever so slightly so she was standing on top of Harry's left hand while if spotted making it look like an accident. "Very well, keep the boy as long as you want Mr. Hughes but make sure to bring him back before it gets dark!"
"I will Mrs. Dursley, depending on how things go I will return young Harry here to you an hour or two after your return from the community centre," Mr. Hughes said politely as he took away any hope Harry might have of getting a small break. "Alright Harry, get up and let's get going."
Feeling his aunts foot move off of his hand Harry quickly did as ordered. He knew better then to not listen to adults, especially when his aunt or uncle was about. As he stood up Harry quickly dusted himself off before fully turning to face Mr. Hughes fully.
'Why does he have a funny look on his face for? Is it something to do with why he has been watching me from his living room window?' Harry thought with a frown on his face.
"Thank you for allowing this Mrs. Dursley, Harry follow me and try to keep up, we have a lot to do today," Mr. Hughes said as he gave Harry another unreadable look before he quickly turned around and began to walk back towards his house.
Not wanting to get left behind, or give his aunt a chance to get in another hit, Harry quickly followed behind Mr. Hughes. As they left the front garden and came to stand just in front of the road Mr. Hughes turned back to Harry and gave him a kind smile, the very first that had ever been aimed at Harry.
"I hope you do not mind me doing this Harry but you are small for your age and we do not want to get separated," Mr. Hughes said with a kind smile which only seemed to add to Harry's growing list of things about the man. Before he could reply though Harry found himself being picked up and placed on Mr. Hughes hip, much like how he had seen younger children being held by their parents.
"I.. Mr. Hughes I am a big boy," Harry said softly, unsure of what to make of Mr. Hughes strange behaviour yet also enjoying the strange sense of comfort that the elder male was offering him. "I can walk by myself...I...I promise I won't wander off and I will do really well."
"I know you will Harry but let this old man take advantage of your small size for now, okay?" Mr. Hughes said as he gave Harry one last smile before crossing the road quickly. "Harry...I have to admit that I lied to your aunt. We are not going to be cleaning up the guest room."
"T-Then what am I going to do?" Harry asked nervously as the future beating his uncle might give him came to his mind causing him to wince. "I promise to be good and work hard and-"
"I know Harry, and that is why we are going to have some big boy fun for," Mr. Hughes said kindly as he walked onto his own garden path. "I have been watching you from my living room window and well...I think that it is time you have some fun with me."
"Fun?" Harry asked as he wiggled about in Mr. Hughes' hold only to frown in confusion when he felt the man shift him slightly so he was sitting slightly lower on the man's hip. "Mr. Hughes?"
"I will tell you all about our big boy games once we get into the house," Mr. Hughes answered as he tried to keep himself collected, the boys wiggling did nothing to calm his growing need down. "After all we do not want anyone to try and stop our fun games, right?"
Unable to think of a response Harry simply nodded his head. Deciding to give up his attempts at getting information out of the man, as that seemed to only be getting him more confused, Harry turned his attention to his surroundings as they entered Mr. Hughes home.
The house was identically laid out to Number 4, the only difference was the look of the rooms which was something that Harry was thankful for. Instead of the heavy feeling that was always present in his aunt and uncle's house there was a lighter air, there was no forced medical clean to the house either, it looked lived in. Harry though did not have to take in anymore as he found himself whisked away into the kitchen.
"Your kitchen looks very nice," Harry said politely, having learnt that proper manners were important. The kitchen in truth was nothing much, it was more of a building sight.
"Thank you Harry, that is nice of you to say so but you did not have to. The kitchen is being remodel, which is why my pregnant wife is staying with her mother for until it's done," Mr. Hughes said with a smile as he walked over to a free space on the kitchen counter and placed Harry down on it. "Harry...I need you to promise me that our big boy games will stay in between us, okay? I do not want anyone but us to know about our games. They are super special you see."
"Okay," Harry replied with a nod of his head making Mr. Hughes smile grow. "This is going to be like a club, like the Scouts and Beavers that Dudley goes to but it will only be the two of us."
"That is right Harry, and the first part of our special club will have me fixing up your owies," Mr. Hughes said softly, unsure of how the young boy might take it. "It is common knowledge that your aunt and uncle are not very nice people."
"I am not hurt, and my aunt and uncle are wonderful people who has taken me in out the kindness of their heart," Harry said as he quickly recited the words he was meant to say. "I am-"
"It is alright Harry, everything that happens here is a secret so your relatives will never know," Mr. Hughes said as he cut Harry off and picked up the red and fast bruising hand. "Does it hurt badly? Do you want some cream or some pain killers for it?"
"I...I am fine, I have had worse," Harry said softly as he gazed at the oddly kind man with uncertainty in his eyes. "Are you sure it is safe here? My aunt and uncle won't find out about our games?"
"I promise they won't Harry, if you need a safe place to get away to then you are always welcome at my house," Mr. Hughes said as he placed a loving kiss on Harry's forehead, unknowingly giving the boy his first kiss since his mother had died. "I always keep the First Aid Box here in the kitchen, okay?"
Harry nodded, unable to reply thanks to the warm feelings that bubbled about inside of him. No one had ever been this nice to him before, no one had hold him or kissed him like Mr. Hughes did. Determination soon joined the warm feeling inside of him as he made up his mind to do anything at all to please Mr. Hughes who had been so kind to him.
"Good, then let's go into the living room so we can start our big boy game in comfort," Mr. Hughes said as he once again scooped Harry up off of the counter and placed him onto his hip. "Let our games begin!"
"Let our games begin," Harry said shyly as he allowed Mr. Hughes to carry him into the living room.
Too lost in his own thoughts and curious about what Mr. Hughes' living room looked like Harry never noticed Mr. Hughes pausing to lock the front door. Nor did he notice Mr. Hughes free hand moving downwards towards his own trousers as they entered the bird themed living room.

To Be Continued...
Men of Privet Drive So Far:
Number 5 - Mr. Hughes
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