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Summary: Dudley wasn't expecting to find her. He fought it every step of the way and yet, once he fell under her spell and there was no going back. No matter what.
Chapter: 1/???
Chapter Summary: An invitation to Harry's wedding begins Dudley's journey toward his new life.
Rating: R (it gets a bit steamy in places)
Pairing: I ain't gonna tell, y'all....
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--Chapter One--
Dudley looked at the invitation with astonishment. No matter how many times he'd read it, it was always the same: Harry had invited him to his wedding.
Ever since Dudley Dursley left his childhood home on Privet Drive five years ago, he'd developed a tolerance for Harry's magical world, and perhaps, a fascination to boot. The things that Hestia and Daedalus were able to do amazed him. They could charm beds to make themselves, pots and pans scrubbed themselves clean in a matter of seconds, and most amazingly, they could make things unnoticeable to those who shouldn't see them. In a way, Dudley longed to be unnoticeable. The way his mother fussed over him was embarrassing and the looks he got from people looking at him made him feel an inch tall. Physically, people couldn't help but notice him, either. He was now well over six feet tall, muscular and large, not fat, like he was as a child, but rather strong and bulky.
Thinking about Harry again actually made Dudley smile. Over the last five years, he and Harry had gone from bully and target to nearly friends. Now, they didn't go out to the pub every week, but when they finally were able to straighten things out, they laughed and talked in ways they should have long ago.
His parents, however, were another story. His father, the big blow-hard, forbade Dudley to bring Harry inside the house. He clung to the same prejudice and ill-will toward Harry and his world, despite the fact that witches and wizards saved their lives and hid them from being kidnapped. Dudley decided his father would never change and moved out a year ago amidst shouting and talk of disowning him. Dudley didn't care; he'd had enough and the last year was perhaps one of the best of Dudley's life.
His mother was a sorry excuse for a woman. She had no backbone when it came to talking to his father about Harry. When she would visit him alone, she had the gall to admit that she wanted to get to know Harry better. However, her attitude and actions never proved that, making her one of the biggest hypocrites on the planet. Needless to say, Dudley spent very little time in his parents' company these days.
Glancing back at the invitation, Dudley checked the date against the calendar on the wall. The wedding was in two weeks and he smiled when he saw that he was free. He took the response card and indicated his response, placing the card in the basket on the table to be posted in the morning.
What does one buy his formerly estranged cousin as a wedding present? That was the current dilemma facing Dudley as he strolled the aisles of a local department store. He'd been in the store for longer than he anticipated and was beginning to think that he'd have to go elsewhere. It didn't help that Harry and Ginny were magical and would have no need for the fancy gadgets that graced the shelves of the home store. After a few more minutes of aimless walking, help arrived in the form of a grey-haired woman, approximately his mother's age.
“Is there something I can help you find?” she asked.
He wondered how long the woman had been watching him as he realized he had walked past her several times as she stood rooted to the floor behind the cash register.
“Er, yeah. My cousin is getting married on Saturday.” He shifted uncomfortably with his hands in his pockets.
“Are they registered here?”
Dudley nearly snorted at the woman's comment. “No. They live...elsewhere.”
“Alright. Then what do they do for a living?”
Trying to think in terms she would understand, he thought for a moment. “Well, uh, Harry's in law enforcement and Ginny...she's an athlete.” That was the safest way he could explain to her that Ginny flew on a broom fifty feet in the air for a living.
The woman took him over to various areas of the department and he shot down nearly every suggestion she'd made. They had no use for an eight-speed mixer, a four-slot toaster, a bagless cyclonic vacuum or a microwave/convection oven. Noticing that the woman was at the end of her rope, he finally decided on a set of crystal wineglasses and a matching decanter. He would buy a couple bottles of wine on Friday to complete the gift.
Satisfied with his selections, Dudley drove home, whistling along to the song on the radio. His good mood, however, was quickly extinguished as he saw his father's car parked in the drive, blocking his garage.
“Dudley, m'boy!” His father's voice was cheerful—too cheerful. “Good to see you, son. Hmmm....what's in the bag?” He made a grab for the shopping bag and Dudley moved it away.
“It's nothing...just a gift.”
“Shopping for a bird, you Don Juan..always knew you'd be a magnet for the ladies.” Vernon mussed up Dudley's hair and chortled a bit.
“No, Dad. It's a wedding gift.”
Vernon's expression faded at Dudley's statement. “Who's getting married? We know everyone you do, and we aren't going to any wedding.”
“Exactly. I doubt he'd want you or Mum there anyhow!” Dudley walked past his father, bumping into his shoulder on the way to the door.
In the seven seconds it took Dudley to walk to his front step. Vernon figured out exactly what Dudley was inferring. His heavy footfalls came closer to Dudley and before Dudley could say anything, a beefy hand was on his shoulder, forcefully turning him around to face his father.
“Do you mean to tell me that you're going to HIS wedding? How dare you disobey--”
“I'm not twelve anymore, Dad! And his name is Harry!” His father winced at Harry's name. “And you know something Dad? He's pretty cool. We get together every once in a while.” Vernon deflated a bit, if it was possible for him to do that. “Ginny's pretty and she's fit and she loves him. But I doubt that you--” He poked his father in the chest “--even know what the word means!”
Dudley spun on his heels and opened the door, leaving a gobsmacked and speechless Vernon Dursley in his wake.
Dudley sat in his car, twiddling his thumbs as he anxiously awaited someone to come get him. He was waiting for one of Harry's friends to meet him here and escort him to the wedding. He had phoned Harry the day before when he realized the location was magical and he wouldn't be able to get inside.
“Harry, mate, you nervous much?”
“A bit. Things are coming along nicely. Her mum lives for moments like this.”
They talked for several minutes about the wedding and Molly's constant hovering.
“One question for you though, Harry. I can't get in there, remember? You told me the place was full of Muggle repelling stuff.”
“Oh shit, you're right!”
“Hey, it's alright. Just calm down.”
“Yeah, well, lemme think—got it! There's a car park about two blocks away and I'll send someone to get you.”
“Right-o.”
“You're car still blue?”
“Yeah. I can't afford to buy new cars every year like SOME people.”
“Hey, I don't do that!”
“Still, you're a lot more well-off than I am.”
“Whatever.”
“I'll see you tomorrow then, Harry.”
“Yep. Bye Dudley.”
So here he sat in his car, now drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music on the radio. A knock on his window made him jump. As he lowered the window, he was presented with a nice-looking brunette woman wearing what looked like a light-green cloak.
“Are you Dudley Dursley? Because I've already checked two blue cars and I don't fancy looking at any more,” she said. Even though Dudley knew she had to be annoyed, her voice didn't reveal her emotions.
He stuck his head out the window. “Yes, that's me.” He then raised the window and opened the door to exit the car. As he drew to his full height, he noticed that she was shorter than she appeared. “Dudley Dursley.” He held out his hand and she took it, shaking his hand with her much smaller one.
“Hi, Dudley,” she said with a toothy grin, “I'm Katie. Katie Bell.”
“Thanks for doing this,” he said, looking her over from head to toe. Her hair was a bit longer than shoulder-length and her hazel eyes sparkled in the sunlight, picking up golden flecks in her irises. She wore a modest amount of make-up, less than he was accustomed to seeing on a woman in fact. His eyes settled on her lips, both rather full, which had a rose-tinted lip gloss, making them shine.
“No problem. I'm actually supposed to be your shadow today, making sure that you don't fall victim to any of George's pranks,” she told him with a smile.
“George?”
“Yeah, one of Ginny's brothers. He runs a joke shop in Diagon Alley.”
Realization swept across Dudley's face. “Doesn't he have a twin?”
Katie's smile faded a bit. “Yeah, er, Fred died in the war.”
The tension was palpable now. “Oh yeah. Harry mentioned that. Did you know that they made my tongue swell up once?” he asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
Her smile returned. “Yeah, sounds like them.” She looked up at Dudley and hooked her arm around his. “Shall we?”
“We shall.”
The two of them had an amusing chat and he found himself very intrigued by this woman. She was witty, intelligent, funny, and very friendly.
Too bad she was a witch.
The ceremony, Dudley noticed, was very ritualistic. Katie sat next to him and explained the finer details of what was going on. During the bonding spell, which was performed by the attending witches and wizards, Katie kindly took his hand and placed it on her wand while she performed the movements of the spell. He could feel the vibrations emanating from her wand and they shared a smile. Dudley was so affected by her smile that he had to look away.
Once Harry and Ginny were finally husband and wife, the room transformed itself into an intimate dining space with a dance floor. Dudley was amazed as he watched the magical room rearrange.
“Dudley!”
He looked up to see a beaming Harry, wearing snazzy black robes, and Ginny, glowing in a cream-coloured brocade dress that set off her skin and hair attractively.
The cousins embraced. It wasn't all that long ago that they were barely speaking to each other. But a chance meeting three years ago changed all that.
Dudley had been looking for a car and was walking up and down the aisles of a dealership, trying to find one that caught his eye. He hadn't been swooped upon by a salesman as of yet and enjoyed his stroll among the shiny vehicles. The sound of approaching voices drew his attention and he saw a pair of men walking towards him and talking animatedly. One of them wore glasses and had familiar head of unruly black hair.
“Harry?” Dudley said, making the two men look up. It was Harry and the cousins exchanged wary smiles.
“Hey, there, Dudley,” Harry replied cautiously. The man next to him looked uneasy.
“That's Dudley?” the other man asked.
Harry turned towards his friend. “Yeah. Dudley, this is my friend, Ron Weasley.”
Dudley and Ron eyed each other suspiciously and Dudley had an inkling that Ron was very protective of Harry, trying to steer him away.
“Hullo, Ron. You were at my house once.”
“Er, yeah.” Ron shifted towards Harry and leaned over to whisper to Harry, his eyes never leaving Dudley's.
Harry obviously took offense to what Ron had said and turned his attention to Dudley once again.
“Dudley, would...would you like to have a beer or something? It's been a while and I'd like to think that after you left...” Harry paused to look at Ron, still looking suspicious.
“Yeah, sure. That is, if Ron joins us.”
With a nudge in the ribs from Harry, Ron agreed, and the three of them walked to one of Dudley's favourite pubs for darts, stout, and chips.
As it turned out, the three of them had an unexpectedly good time together. Dudley found out about Harry and Ron's Auror training and was briefed on the wizarding war that he and Ron had fought. Dudley told them about his apprenticeship with a stone mason and of his struggles with his parents. Ron told Dudley stories of dragons, goblins, and Hallows, earning them strange looks from their fellow patrons.
They left the pub an hour before closing, and since that day, the three of them met up every few months to catch up.
“So Katie's been showing you a good time?” Harry asked his cousin as they pulled apart. “She's a great gal.” Harry winked at her.
“Yeah, thanks for that. You look beautiful, Ginny.” Dudley leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She beamed at him, obviously head over heels for Harry.
“Thank you Dudley. I'm so glad you could make it,” she answered, placing her hand on his cheek in a warm gesture. “And Katie, thanks for helping Dudley.”
Katie turned to him and for a moment, their eyes locked.
“No problem. He's fun.” As she spoke, neither of them looked away, thereby missing the way Harry and Ginny looked at each other and the way they squeezed each other's hand.
Summary: Dudley wasn't expecting to find her. He fought it every step of the way and yet, once he fell under her spell and there was no going back. No matter what.
Chapter: 1/???
Chapter Summary: An invitation to Harry's wedding begins Dudley's journey toward his new life.
Rating: R (it gets a bit steamy in places)
Pairing: I ain't gonna tell, y'all....
Beta:
queenb23moreDudley Dursley
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Magical Enchantress
Dudley looked at the invitation with astonishment. No matter how many times he'd read it, it was always the same: Harry had invited him to his wedding.
Ever since Dudley Dursley left his childhood home on Privet Drive five years ago, he'd developed a tolerance for Harry's magical world, and perhaps, a fascination to boot. The things that Hestia and Daedalus were able to do amazed him. They could charm beds to make themselves, pots and pans scrubbed themselves clean in a matter of seconds, and most amazingly, they could make things unnoticeable to those who shouldn't see them. In a way, Dudley longed to be unnoticeable. The way his mother fussed over him was embarrassing and the looks he got from people looking at him made him feel an inch tall. Physically, people couldn't help but notice him, either. He was now well over six feet tall, muscular and large, not fat, like he was as a child, but rather strong and bulky.
Thinking about Harry again actually made Dudley smile. Over the last five years, he and Harry had gone from bully and target to nearly friends. Now, they didn't go out to the pub every week, but when they finally were able to straighten things out, they laughed and talked in ways they should have long ago.
His parents, however, were another story. His father, the big blow-hard, forbade Dudley to bring Harry inside the house. He clung to the same prejudice and ill-will toward Harry and his world, despite the fact that witches and wizards saved their lives and hid them from being kidnapped. Dudley decided his father would never change and moved out a year ago amidst shouting and talk of disowning him. Dudley didn't care; he'd had enough and the last year was perhaps one of the best of Dudley's life.
His mother was a sorry excuse for a woman. She had no backbone when it came to talking to his father about Harry. When she would visit him alone, she had the gall to admit that she wanted to get to know Harry better. However, her attitude and actions never proved that, making her one of the biggest hypocrites on the planet. Needless to say, Dudley spent very little time in his parents' company these days.
Glancing back at the invitation, Dudley checked the date against the calendar on the wall. The wedding was in two weeks and he smiled when he saw that he was free. He took the response card and indicated his response, placing the card in the basket on the table to be posted in the morning.
What does one buy his formerly estranged cousin as a wedding present? That was the current dilemma facing Dudley as he strolled the aisles of a local department store. He'd been in the store for longer than he anticipated and was beginning to think that he'd have to go elsewhere. It didn't help that Harry and Ginny were magical and would have no need for the fancy gadgets that graced the shelves of the home store. After a few more minutes of aimless walking, help arrived in the form of a grey-haired woman, approximately his mother's age.
“Is there something I can help you find?” she asked.
He wondered how long the woman had been watching him as he realized he had walked past her several times as she stood rooted to the floor behind the cash register.
“Er, yeah. My cousin is getting married on Saturday.” He shifted uncomfortably with his hands in his pockets.
“Are they registered here?”
Dudley nearly snorted at the woman's comment. “No. They live...elsewhere.”
“Alright. Then what do they do for a living?”
Trying to think in terms she would understand, he thought for a moment. “Well, uh, Harry's in law enforcement and Ginny...she's an athlete.” That was the safest way he could explain to her that Ginny flew on a broom fifty feet in the air for a living.
The woman took him over to various areas of the department and he shot down nearly every suggestion she'd made. They had no use for an eight-speed mixer, a four-slot toaster, a bagless cyclonic vacuum or a microwave/convection oven. Noticing that the woman was at the end of her rope, he finally decided on a set of crystal wineglasses and a matching decanter. He would buy a couple bottles of wine on Friday to complete the gift.
Satisfied with his selections, Dudley drove home, whistling along to the song on the radio. His good mood, however, was quickly extinguished as he saw his father's car parked in the drive, blocking his garage.
“Dudley, m'boy!” His father's voice was cheerful—too cheerful. “Good to see you, son. Hmmm....what's in the bag?” He made a grab for the shopping bag and Dudley moved it away.
“It's nothing...just a gift.”
“Shopping for a bird, you Don Juan..always knew you'd be a magnet for the ladies.” Vernon mussed up Dudley's hair and chortled a bit.
“No, Dad. It's a wedding gift.”
Vernon's expression faded at Dudley's statement. “Who's getting married? We know everyone you do, and we aren't going to any wedding.”
“Exactly. I doubt he'd want you or Mum there anyhow!” Dudley walked past his father, bumping into his shoulder on the way to the door.
In the seven seconds it took Dudley to walk to his front step. Vernon figured out exactly what Dudley was inferring. His heavy footfalls came closer to Dudley and before Dudley could say anything, a beefy hand was on his shoulder, forcefully turning him around to face his father.
“Do you mean to tell me that you're going to HIS wedding? How dare you disobey--”
“I'm not twelve anymore, Dad! And his name is Harry!” His father winced at Harry's name. “And you know something Dad? He's pretty cool. We get together every once in a while.” Vernon deflated a bit, if it was possible for him to do that. “Ginny's pretty and she's fit and she loves him. But I doubt that you--” He poked his father in the chest “--even know what the word means!”
Dudley spun on his heels and opened the door, leaving a gobsmacked and speechless Vernon Dursley in his wake.
Dudley sat in his car, twiddling his thumbs as he anxiously awaited someone to come get him. He was waiting for one of Harry's friends to meet him here and escort him to the wedding. He had phoned Harry the day before when he realized the location was magical and he wouldn't be able to get inside.
“Harry, mate, you nervous much?”
“A bit. Things are coming along nicely. Her mum lives for moments like this.”
They talked for several minutes about the wedding and Molly's constant hovering.
“One question for you though, Harry. I can't get in there, remember? You told me the place was full of Muggle repelling stuff.”
“Oh shit, you're right!”
“Hey, it's alright. Just calm down.”
“Yeah, well, lemme think—got it! There's a car park about two blocks away and I'll send someone to get you.”
“Right-o.”
“You're car still blue?”
“Yeah. I can't afford to buy new cars every year like SOME people.”
“Hey, I don't do that!”
“Still, you're a lot more well-off than I am.”
“Whatever.”
“I'll see you tomorrow then, Harry.”
“Yep. Bye Dudley.”
So here he sat in his car, now drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music on the radio. A knock on his window made him jump. As he lowered the window, he was presented with a nice-looking brunette woman wearing what looked like a light-green cloak.
“Are you Dudley Dursley? Because I've already checked two blue cars and I don't fancy looking at any more,” she said. Even though Dudley knew she had to be annoyed, her voice didn't reveal her emotions.
He stuck his head out the window. “Yes, that's me.” He then raised the window and opened the door to exit the car. As he drew to his full height, he noticed that she was shorter than she appeared. “Dudley Dursley.” He held out his hand and she took it, shaking his hand with her much smaller one.
“Hi, Dudley,” she said with a toothy grin, “I'm Katie. Katie Bell.”
“Thanks for doing this,” he said, looking her over from head to toe. Her hair was a bit longer than shoulder-length and her hazel eyes sparkled in the sunlight, picking up golden flecks in her irises. She wore a modest amount of make-up, less than he was accustomed to seeing on a woman in fact. His eyes settled on her lips, both rather full, which had a rose-tinted lip gloss, making them shine.
“No problem. I'm actually supposed to be your shadow today, making sure that you don't fall victim to any of George's pranks,” she told him with a smile.
“George?”
“Yeah, one of Ginny's brothers. He runs a joke shop in Diagon Alley.”
Realization swept across Dudley's face. “Doesn't he have a twin?”
Katie's smile faded a bit. “Yeah, er, Fred died in the war.”
The tension was palpable now. “Oh yeah. Harry mentioned that. Did you know that they made my tongue swell up once?” he asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
Her smile returned. “Yeah, sounds like them.” She looked up at Dudley and hooked her arm around his. “Shall we?”
“We shall.”
The two of them had an amusing chat and he found himself very intrigued by this woman. She was witty, intelligent, funny, and very friendly.
Too bad she was a witch.
The ceremony, Dudley noticed, was very ritualistic. Katie sat next to him and explained the finer details of what was going on. During the bonding spell, which was performed by the attending witches and wizards, Katie kindly took his hand and placed it on her wand while she performed the movements of the spell. He could feel the vibrations emanating from her wand and they shared a smile. Dudley was so affected by her smile that he had to look away.
Once Harry and Ginny were finally husband and wife, the room transformed itself into an intimate dining space with a dance floor. Dudley was amazed as he watched the magical room rearrange.
“Dudley!”
He looked up to see a beaming Harry, wearing snazzy black robes, and Ginny, glowing in a cream-coloured brocade dress that set off her skin and hair attractively.
The cousins embraced. It wasn't all that long ago that they were barely speaking to each other. But a chance meeting three years ago changed all that.
Dudley had been looking for a car and was walking up and down the aisles of a dealership, trying to find one that caught his eye. He hadn't been swooped upon by a salesman as of yet and enjoyed his stroll among the shiny vehicles. The sound of approaching voices drew his attention and he saw a pair of men walking towards him and talking animatedly. One of them wore glasses and had familiar head of unruly black hair.
“Harry?” Dudley said, making the two men look up. It was Harry and the cousins exchanged wary smiles.
“Hey, there, Dudley,” Harry replied cautiously. The man next to him looked uneasy.
“That's Dudley?” the other man asked.
Harry turned towards his friend. “Yeah. Dudley, this is my friend, Ron Weasley.”
Dudley and Ron eyed each other suspiciously and Dudley had an inkling that Ron was very protective of Harry, trying to steer him away.
“Hullo, Ron. You were at my house once.”
“Er, yeah.” Ron shifted towards Harry and leaned over to whisper to Harry, his eyes never leaving Dudley's.
Harry obviously took offense to what Ron had said and turned his attention to Dudley once again.
“Dudley, would...would you like to have a beer or something? It's been a while and I'd like to think that after you left...” Harry paused to look at Ron, still looking suspicious.
“Yeah, sure. That is, if Ron joins us.”
With a nudge in the ribs from Harry, Ron agreed, and the three of them walked to one of Dudley's favourite pubs for darts, stout, and chips.
As it turned out, the three of them had an unexpectedly good time together. Dudley found out about Harry and Ron's Auror training and was briefed on the wizarding war that he and Ron had fought. Dudley told them about his apprenticeship with a stone mason and of his struggles with his parents. Ron told Dudley stories of dragons, goblins, and Hallows, earning them strange looks from their fellow patrons.
They left the pub an hour before closing, and since that day, the three of them met up every few months to catch up.
“So Katie's been showing you a good time?” Harry asked his cousin as they pulled apart. “She's a great gal.” Harry winked at her.
“Yeah, thanks for that. You look beautiful, Ginny.” Dudley leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She beamed at him, obviously head over heels for Harry.
“Thank you Dudley. I'm so glad you could make it,” she answered, placing her hand on his cheek in a warm gesture. “And Katie, thanks for helping Dudley.”
Katie turned to him and for a moment, their eyes locked.
“No problem. He's fun.” As she spoke, neither of them looked away, thereby missing the way Harry and Ginny looked at each other and the way they squeezed each other's hand.
