Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2008 08:54:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Benjamin Winkler <benwink19@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harry Potter & the Wand Triangle----Prequel

Harry Potter & the Wand Triangle---Prequel

(Note: As I said for the first story, I mean no disrespect to
J. K. Rowling, her Harry Potter series, or her fans by writing this
story. I have no intention of stealing her copyrighted work; this is just
for fun and I hope I don't offend anyone by writing it. Once again, I'm
using the characters created by Rowling but the story line is mine. The
characters are still based on the physical characteristics of the
individuals who play the parts in the movie series. As a prequel, this
story is before even the first Harry Potter book/movie. The boy
character is only ten. With that in mind, if you like what you read here,
let me know benwink19@yahoo.com if you're not supposed to be here or you
don't like this sort of reading material, please find another website.This
story includes father/son relations.)

Draco had grown accustomed to his father watching him in the bath tub
several years ago. In fact, he couldn't remember a time when he had bathed
alone. At first, he had been a little embarrassed to be naked in front of
his father but that soon changed after he was reasurred that he had nothing
to be ashamed of and nothing his father hadn't seen already. Now, Draco was
quite confident in his nudity as he takes his baths and talks casually
while his father sits on the toilet lid to listen. It is in such a scene
that our story begins; Draco is about to undress and he's talking while his
father listens. They are in the bath room. Of course, now that Draco is
almost 10, his father feels it's time to share with him a few things he
learned about a different wand when he was about Draco's age.  

"Draco, could I interrupt you for a minute? I think it's time to talk to
you about something."

"What is it, Dad?" Draco suddenly forgot about his story he was so wrapped
up in before; he could tell by his father's tone of voice that it was
something serious. He didn't stop undressing though; while his father
continued, he took off his shirt.

"I think it's time for me to teach you about your body and how good it can
make you feel. I learned when I was about your and I think you're ready to
learn, too. Would you like to?" As he talked, he reached over to Draco, put
his hands on his waist, and pulled him toward the interior of his spread
legs. Draco was facing him with a confused look on his face.

"You mean my wiener?!" Draco had pulled at himself a couple of times but it
hurt more than it felt good and he was surprised that his father was
suggesting such a thing. "I tried that once and I didn't like it very
much."

"That's probably because you were doing it wrong. Daddy will show you how
to do it so that it makes you feel good. You want me to?"

"I guess so but it better actually feel good." Draco decided maybe it was
worth a try. He now continued to undress; he had paused briefly when his
father had brought this new idea up. He had just undid the button and
unzipped his pants. Presently, he pulled them down.

"Would you like some help taking down those cute litte briefs?" Draco's
father already had his hands on his son's hips and saw no reason why he
shouldn't be allowed to help his young son get naked for his bath.

"Dad, I'm almost ten; they're not `cute little briefs', they're
underwear. But I guess I don't mind if you want to take them down." He
suddenly sounded like the parent reprimanding a child and his tone of voice
surprised his father a little.

"Well, now. Looks like my little boy is growing up." As he spoke, he slid
his son's briefs down to the floor and Draco stepped out of them and his
pants at the same time. He said that remark in response to not only his
son's sudden attitude but also the "wand" he saw poking towards him from
his son's smooth naked body. He had nothing to compare it with but in his
mind it was bigger than other ten-year-old boys simply because Draco was
his son.

"Daddy!" Draco blushed as he realised his naked crotch was very close to
his father's face, much closer than it had ever been before. Not only that,
but his father was looking at it in a very hungry fashion and reaching for
it. He moved his hips back away from his father's face but made no attempt
to hide himself or actually step back.

"What? If you want me to show how you how to use your wiener, you have to
let me touch it. I promise you it won't hurt. You do trust me, don't you?"

 "Sorry, Dad, I just didn't know what you were going to do. Yeah, I trust
you. What are you going to do?" Draco put on his serious maturity again,
even if he was fairly young.

"You just stand still and let me take care of it. In fact, maybe you should
sit on the toilet and I'll stand; it will be easier that way." Draco's
father stood and switched places with his naked son. "Now just relax and
I'll do everything. I hope you enjoy it." With a nod of Draco's head as a
sign of understanding, he gently pinched Draco's little organ with his
right index finger and thumb. After a little bit of rubbing, the organ
inflated and Draco gave out a little sigh.

"You're right, Daddy, it does feel good. I guess I WAS doing it wrong
before. Keep doing it, Daddy, don't stop." Now that he understood how good
it was supposed to feel, Draco had no intention of letting his father stop.

"Tell me when it tickles too much and I'll stop. Don't worry, you'll
know what I mean when you feel it." He felt it necessary to explain after
he saw Draco's face shadow with worry when he heard about it tickling to
much. Part of that shadow was also caused by the fact that this good
feeling would inevitably have to end.

Since he was so young, Draco didn't take long to tell his father that "it
tickles too much, daddy." Promptly, his father let go of him with a smile
at having given his son such obvious pleasure.

"Now, do you want to try it for yourself? That way, you won't have to have
me around all the time to do it for you. What do you think?"

"Okay but in a minute. My wiener still tickles a lot. I want to take my
bath now; is that okay?" Draco stepped away from his father and toward the
tub.

"Sure, son. You can always play with yourself in the tub. Go ahead, get
in."

Draco stepped into the tub, turning his back on his father. He didn't
realize that he was being admired and that his father had a wand that was
reacting to the sight of his backside. He sat down and turned to his
father. He began to talk about his story again as if nothing had happened
between them. Once again, though, he was interrupted.

"How's your wiener now, son? Is it still tickly?" Draco's father wanted to
show his son one of the greatest joys of being a boy and, truth be told,
had no interest in Draco's story. (for the time being.)

"I think it's ready." Draco looked down at his crotch and absent-mindedly
began to fiddle with his little organ. "Yeah, it doesn't tickle
anymore. What should I do again?" Draco said 'again' even though his father
hadn't shown him what to do yet.

"Well, hold on a minute. I think it's actually better if I just show
you. You mind if I get in with you? It'll be easier that way."

"Sure, I don't care. I wanna learn how to do this so I can do it all the
time."

"That's my boy. All right, just wait a second." Draco's father was
undressed within one minute and next to his naked son within the
next. Draco couldn't help noticing how big his father's organ was and
caught himself looking at it shamelessly. "Don't worry, at the rate you're
growing already, yours will be bigger." Draco blushed. "Now, take your
wiener in your right hand like this and then just pump your hand back and
forth. Simple, right?" Draco's father proved to be a decent teacher, even
if his lesson material was such that every boy could figure it out on his
own. Draco did as he was instructed and soon gave a sigh similar to the one
he gave when his father had first touched him. The fact that his father was
right next to him, naked, and doing the same thing made it very
exciting. Soon, though, his organ became too ticklish so he stopped. With
nothing to do now, he turned his attention to his father, who was still
pumping away. Draco was very

 surprised to see some white gooey stuff suddenly shoot out and mix in the
bath water. His father was quite breathless and took a moment to catch his
breath before he explained away Draco's confused face.

"Draco, son, that's the stuff that helps makes babies. You'll have the same
thing happen to you when you get a little older and it will feel a lot
better when it does. I don't care if you continue to play with yourself or
even if you wanna play with some of your friends. All I ask is that you
clean up your mess when you're old enough to make one. Fair enough?"

"When will that be, Daddy?" Draco was anxious to shoot gooey stuff too.

"Give yourself at least two years. But in the meantime, enjoy your wiener
anyway and if your friends want to let you, enjoy theirs too. I know I did
when I was your age. Well, I'll let you finish your bath alone. I need to
go to bed. Good night." Draco's father stood up and put on foot outside the
bath tub. Before he could do the same with the other, Draco stopped him
with a hug.

"I love you daddy. Thanks for showing me about my wiener. I really really
like it."

"I'm glad, son. See? I told you it wouldn't hurt. Good night now and don't
play with your wiener too much." His father stepped the rest of the way out
of the tub and began to dry himself off.

"You think I could play with it too much? What if it gets broken or
something?" Draco's young innocence made his father smile.

"No, son. You could play with it all day, everyday, and nothing would
happen. I was just kidding. Good night." He wrapped a towel around his
waist and left without another word but with a smile on his face.

Draco looked down at his crotch and, realizing he was alone and that his
wiener wasn't ticklish anymore, began to play with it again.

I can't wait to show my friends, he thought to himself.

To be continued.......