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Warning: Chan slash,

You may need to fan your self after his read.

Harry is very underage. (5)

If this is not for you, you may want to turn the page.

Please do not flame

For you only have your self to blame.

Very graphic but all the same he is young and touched.

A little AU.

I apologize now for the things I think.

But I think I have a strange kink.
Pairing: HP/AD

Disclaimer: Credit goes to JKR and Dr. Seuss
Cat In the Hat

By Black Cat

A young Harry Potter climbed the stairs up to papa Dumbledore�s office.

He like going up to his office, the big red and gold bird was there.

Papa Dumbledore always gave him a feather from the bird if he cared to take one.
Harry lifted the book he was carrying up over his head

as the stairs finally started to move there way towards the circular office.

Harry balanced the blue book on his head

as he watched the portraits of pervious headmasters pass by.

Several waved at him and several more wished him well.

Harry smiled a joyful smile to them all.
Finally the stairs stopped and Harry walked to the office door.

Papa was hunched over his desk writing a letter.

Harry clutched his book and teddy to his chest

and came around the desk padding lightly, tugging on the wizards sleeve,

"Papa, Could you read me a story" He said please.
Dumbledore looked up smiling at the boy before him.

"Of course my dear"

He slid the chair back far enough for the boy to climb up on his lap.

Dumbledore then slide down slightly in the winged back chair,

pressing his knees together.

The blue twinkle of his eyes sparkled

as Harry clambered up onto his lap and was forced to sit spread eagle.

A bare leg just long enough to press against his.
Dumbledore looked over the rim of his glasses,

the boy�s thin shorts rode up slightly,

just enough that one could see the curve of the inter thigh of the boy.

If one looked straight down one would also be rewarded

with the sight of the hollow where the boys leg met his bottom.

The dark skin that was hairless, smooth to the touch, warm and forbidden.

Dumbledore smirked, shutting his eyes,

trying desperately to get his breathing under control.
He had visions of rubbing his nose in this spot.

Of licking that dark skin,

the inter thigh was such a beautiful sight,

so overlooked,

at least in his opinion that is.
Dumbledore was brought out of his revere as Harry wiggled,

resting his back and head in the old mans long white beard.

With a quick intake of breath, it was all quite a site.

It tickled the boys skin,

It really should be a sin,

but he had visions of wrapping him in the beard,

imagining it would be warm and safe.
"What book did you bring today, Harry?"
Harry held the blue book up for Papa to see.

It was his favorite.

It gave him an excite.
Dumbledore took the book as Harry settled back,

his thumb sliding into his little pink mouth as he got settled

his sweet little petal.

Dumbledore caressed the top of the boy�s head lovingly,

smoothing down the wicked raven hair.

He was glad to be in this little haven.
"Harry" he whispered, "are you forgetting something?" he asked in his mild Headmaster sort of way.
Harry looked up his large emerald eyes widened,

"Sorry" he slurred,

popping his thumb out of his mouth.

He turned his head up ward his lips in a slight pucker,

Papa Dumbledore bent south caressing the smooth pale cheek of the boy.

Red lips of the Headmaster ghosted over those of young Harry,

pressing against the mouth of the boy.
Harry gave a small squeak as the kiss deepened,

his mouth parted as Papa Dumbledore licked his candy kissed lips.

The thin tip of tongue licking the pallet of the boys mouth.

For it was quite a talent,

Harry leaned in further to the kiss,

tilting his head upwards more.

Dumbledore pulled back observing the flush that colored the boy�s cheeks.

The thins lips of his boy pressing his lips together,

Papa Dumbledore licking at his own lips,

savoring the taste of candy and innocence.

It wouldn�t hurt to have a little more.
Harry slid his thumb back in his mouth and settled back.

Papa Dumbledore opened the book and started to read.

A soft whisper of word,

as the weather outside mirrored those of the book,

the room darkened and began to storm.

The room grew cozy and quite warm, pleasant and comfy.

They settled down, relaxed and sedated,

Harry turned so that his cheek was buried in the white beard,

his hand resting in the lap of Papa.

His eyes heavy with sleep.

He blinked several times as the book pages slowly turned.
His favorite part was coming up,

he liked the part as the silly cat balanced several things on his head and feet while standing on a ball.
Papa Dumbledore�s voice grew husky and light,

as he read the words,

"I know some good games we could play" he swallowed,

"said the cat.

"I know some new tricks,"

Said the Cat in the Hat.

"A lot of good tricks.

I will show them to you.

Your mother

Will not mind at all if I do."

Papa Dumbledore paused as he did each time at this part, "What do we say Harry?" he said gently.
"Never tell Mama Minnie." He rolled his eyes.
"Very Good," and papa continued to read.

Now that the deed was said.

"Now! Now! have no fear.

Have no fear!" said the cat.

"My tricks are not bad,"

Said the Cat in the Hat.

"Why, we can have

Lots of good fun, if you wish,

With a game that I call

Up-up-up with a fish!"

Harry giggled automatically leaning forward

and fumbled through the robes of Papa,

his small hand pulling out the fish beneath.

Papa Dumbledore moaned slightly as the clammy hands of his boy

His boy pulling at his half-hard cock from his robes.

One small hand held tight, "Go on papa" the boy cried.
Papa Dumbledore swallowed and breathed out.

He was so relieved that now it was out

He needed to maintain some sort of control to finish their game.

It was all he could do to stay sane.
Dumbledore continued to read as the Cat in the Hat started to balance all sort of things

�And look!

I can hop up and down on the ball! (Harry began to stroke Papa�s fish)

But that is not all!

Oh, no.

That is not all�
The Cat started to balance more and more,

adding a rake and cake,

umbrella all while remarking what Fun.

All while bouncing on a ball.
Papa let his voice change up and down,

as the Cat added more to his balancing act

and as Harry stroked faster.
The large erection/fish went up-up-up

Faster and harder

Papa gasped and keened

This is what the cat said�

Then he fell on his head!

He came down with a bump

From up there on the ball.

And Sally and I,

We saw all the things fall!

And with that Harry leaned over and planted a kiss

On the tip of the very slick fish

Papa whimpered and hummed

And slide his hand down to the bum

Of the boy in his lap

He caressed the bottom

Parted a cheek

And gave it a light whack

"Now look what you did!"

Papa arched into the touch

Said the fish to the cat.

He griped the arm of his seat

"Now look at this house!

You sank our toy ship,

Sank it deep in the cake.

Papa leapt forward

As images swam in his head

He wished quite dearly that he could

Be buried in that spread
The page turned

And on he read

�And so," said the Cat in the Hat,

"So, so so�

I will show you

Another good game that I know!"

And with that Harry stopped his movement

And dropped from the lap.

He pulled his shirt over his head

Dropped his shorts in the pile below
His own little fish

Stood at attention

As he climbed back up on to the lap

Facing his papa

His legs spread wide, fish to fish

He gave a little swish
Papa leaned down for a kiss

It was quite blissful

The book lay long forgotten

As papa pulled the boy forward

The fishes touched and rubbed

Flicked and twisted.

Small hands clasped and pulled

Kisses, brushes of beard against bare skin
The pace quicken

And eyes squeezed tightly shut

Both were stricken with need

It was all an absolute delight

It was nice at they proceeded

And the speed of movement was exceeded
It was indeed a dash

As a prickly need

Clenched tight in their balls

Harry arched up

As did papa

Holding the pale flesh of his young

It was nice how they meshed
The sticky need

Spilled over fingers

And moreover laps and skin

and a tad smeared in his long white beard

Harry fell forward

Resting his head on his papa chest

Both sleepy and in need of a rest
The End
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