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ficsbydeenasTitle: Dudley Dursley and the Magical Enchantress
Story 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 2/??
Chapter Summary: After thinking about her every since they met, Dudley receives an owl that brightens his day.
Pairing: Dudley and ......
Rating: R
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--Chapter Two--
Dudley couldn't sleep. He had been tossing and turning for the past forty-five minutes. He was generally a very sound sleeper and this was really beginning to get on his nerves.
He returned home from Harry's wedding at one that morning, having had more fun than he had in ages. The music was very similar to the rock 'n' roll he listened to so it wasn't too difficult to lose himself in the beat. Katie showed him how to dance something called 'The Hippogriff' and she, as well as several others, was a very willing student as he demonstrated 'The Macarena' and 'The Electric Slide.'
Rather than tying to sleep, he got out of bed and ambled into the kitchen, searching for some juice. He found a half-empty carton of orange juice and lifted it to his mouth. When he lived with his parents, he would never have thought of drinking from the carton. But that was the whole point of moving out, wasn't it?
As the juice slid down his throat, he remembered the reception and the huge bowl of Chocolate Frogs on the buffet table. He was initially shocked at the prospect of eating a chocolate-covered frog, but Katie showed him that it was just a spell on the chocolate. Once he opened his first package, she told him about the cards that are always included. But today, the collectible cards weren't of famous witches and wizards; they contained cards with bits of trivia about Harry and Ginny. The tidbits of information ranged from their first kiss to favourite foods to their most embarrassing moments. Dudley had to admit that it was an excellent idea and had even managed to collect the ten different cards and placed them carefully in his wallet.
There was one thing that Dudley just couldn't shake about the evening and that was the impact that Katie had made on him. She was sweet, kind, and patient with him as she explained all the wondrous thing that were going on around him. She didn't back away from his questions and was never annoyed with him. She was easy to talk to, and dancing with her made him feel giddy at how well she fit against him.
With a heavy sigh, he told himself it would never work out. They were from different worlds and he doubted he would ever see her again. He just couldn't shake the happiness he'd felt that night and knew it was all because of her.
A month after Harry's wedding, Dudley walked into the kitchen to find a barn owl perched on the rain barrel outside his back door. It wasn't Harry's owl, Augustine, and he approached it with trepidation, untying the note from the owl's leg.
“Haven't got any treats for you,” he told the owl, who ruffled its feathers at him. Dudley swore the bird was angry with him. “Fine, fine. I think I have some ham around here.” He scrounged around in the refrigerator and brought out a piece of leftover ham, which the owl swallowed whole. Instead of leaving like Dudley thought he would, the owl flew to one of the kitchen chairs and buried its head under one wing.
“What the deuce are you doing?” He tried to take a swipe at the owl and the letter drifted to the floor as the owl squawked. Dudley bent over and retrieved the letter.
“You want me to read it?” The bird blinked. “You're waiting until I read it?” It blinked again. “Blasted bird,” he muttered under his breath.
He unfolded the note and smiled as he saw whom it was from.
Katie.
Dear Dudley--
I hope you don't think me too forward by sending you an owl, but I've been thinking of you the last few days.
Would you like to meet me for lunch tomorrow? Or dinner? I'll be in London for a few days for work and would really love to see you again.
Send word back with Lord Byron—my sister gave him to me after she named him—he'll wait for you to answer.
Katie
Dudley rummaged in his junk drawer and found an ink pen and quickly scratched out a reply.
Katie--
I'd love to have dinner tomorrow night. I don't get a lot of time for lunch.
Where would you like to go? Do you want to go to the cinema? I think you'd like it.
Dudley
The following evening, as Dudley was getting ready to leave for his dinner date with Katie, he jumped as the phone rang.
“Hullo?”
“Duddikins!”
His heart sunk at the sound of his mother's voice.
“Oh, hi, Mum.”
“I haven't seen you in weeks! How are you doing?”
“I—I'm fine. Actually, I was just on my way out the door. I'm meeting someone for dinner.”
“Is it a girl? Please tell me you're going on a date. You're much too good looking to be single. Who is she?”
He hated it when his mother pried into his personal life. Actually, this was the first date he'd had in months.
“Mum, I'm going to be late if you don't get off the phone. Was there something you needed?”
“Well, yes. Don't you remember your father's birthday is coming up? I wanted to talk to you about planning a party.”
Dudley rolled his eyes and was beginning to lose his temper.
“Mum, I've got to go! Can't this wait?”
His mother was silent, which never meant anything good.
“How about I call you tomorrow, Mum? We'll talk then, okay?”
“F—fine! Go meet your secret paramour and forget about your old parents.”
Good Lord, she was laying it on thick.
“Mother! Stop it! I'll call you tomorrow.”
“Well, if it's not too much trouble...”
“Aargh! Goodbye, Mum!” He turned off the phone and threw it onto the kitchen table before leaving the house.
The day before, much to Dudley's delight and surprise, Katie called him from a phone booth near Diagon Alley. She had asked Ginny for his phone number, and Ginny gladly gave it to her. They quickly agreed to meet at an Italian restaurant near Piccadilly Circus. After dinner, they decided to see a film; Dudley was shocked when Katie told him she'd never seen one. In fact, Dudley looked forward to showing her his world in the same manner she showed him hers.
Traffic cooperated with him and he arrived in Piccadilly Circus with time to spare. However, parking was not cooperative, and he drove around and around, getting more and more frustrated. He then decided to valet park and walked a short distance to the restaurant.
Outside the door stood Katie. She looked amazing. Her hair was back in a knot at the base of her neck, and she wore a simple sleeveless blue dress with buttons down the front, coming to just above her calves. She had great legs.
“Katie...wow, you look great,” he said, his eyes wide and his mouth in a broad grin.
She smiled and looked up at him with her wide, hazel eyes. “Thanks. Nice tie.”
He extended his hand to her and she laced her fingers through his, sending a wonderful sensation up his arm.
The hostess seated them at a round table across from one another but Katie surprised him by moving her chair next to his.
“I, er, well...I like to sit near the people I talk to. I hate formal seating,” she explained, a slight blush rising in her cheeks. Her knee bumped into his and another jolt of shock shot up his body.
Why was he acting this way, he wondered. He'd had girlfriends before, so why was this simple woman affecting him like this? She wasn't glamorous in the conventional sense; she wasn't busty like most of the women he had dated. They simply clicked, defying logic and reason.
Dinner was an enjoyable affair. Katie plied him with questions about football (which she had discovered from one of her Muggle friends), his favourite music, and his parents. Dudley gladly left out the fact that if his father knew who he was out with, he'd most likely have an aneurysm and die on the spot.
Maybe you should tell him, Dudders.
Dudley was equally enthusiastic about finding out about her. He discreetly asked about her job as a Quidditch reporter and listened intently as she talked about her family. She told him stories of how she and her brothers and sisters played with their garden gnomes when they were growing up as well as the fascinating stories of growing up in the wizarding world. Together, they laughed at the moony-eyed couple across the room and smiled as the man proposed loudly, earning him a round of applause from the other diners.
As their dinner wore on, Dudley forgot that she was a witch and that there could be no chance of any kind of relationship with her. It was as if the planets had aligned and allowed Dudley to thoroughly enjoy the evening. During dessert, a bit of tiramisu fell on his chin and Katie leaned in to scoop it up with her spoon. Their eyes locked for a moment and their lips met in a light kiss that was entirely too short. She pulled back, looking as if she had been electrocuted.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Inside, he was shouting at himself and reminding him that she was not his kind and not to worry about it. Thankfully, he shoved those thoughts aside and returned his attention to her.
She sighed. “No. No, you didn't.” With her napkin this time, she wiped his chin clean.
An awkward silence fell between them until his watch chimed the hour.
“Oh! The film! We should get going.”
Katie smiled, the excitement at the prospect of seeing the film evident on her face. He laid some money inside the leather folder that their waiter had left before they rose from their chairs, automatically reaching for one another's hands.
From the corner of the room, a black-haired man and a Titian-haired woman smiled as they watched them exit the restaurant.
Stepping out into the warm night from the theatre, Katie was talking non-stop. “You mean people DREW the movie? I still can't believe that! It's amazing!” She clutched his arm as they strolled along, watching the people and all the twinkling lights around them.
“Well, it was done mostly on computers.”
“Computers? What are they again?”
They had gone to see the film, Shrek, a movie Dudley felt to be a safe movie for a first date. He had tried to explain that the movie was made frame by frame and that the characters weren't real. However, they received several dirty looks and a few 'shushes' from those around them and just settled back to enjoy their entertainment.
Katie had been appalled at the way witches, wizards, fairies, and other magical creatures were portrayed. Dudley had to reassure her that the film-makers meant no offence. She also thought it was extremely funny the way the dragon was portrayed. The only time dragons were chained was at Gringotts and in captivity. The kids in front of them turned around at her comments and rolled their eyes before muttering some very colourful words.
All too soon, they reached the lot where Dudley's car had been parked.
“Can I take you anywhere? I hate to think of you walking this late at night,” he said gallantly, part of him not wanting the evening to end.
“Ha! You're so funny, Dudley!” She swatted him playfully on the arm. “I can Apparate home.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot but I was--”
“You can drive me to the Leaky Cauldron,” she interrupted, making him smile again.
Once his car was retrieved, they began their drive down Charing Cross Road, all the while talking about the movie and what ogres and fairies were really like. Katie directed him to a parking spot near an obscure-looking door, indicating the wizarding pub.
“That's it? I thought it would be...grander. I mean, entry to the magical world and all, you know?”
She chuckled at his remark. “Well, we need to maintain secrecy, Dudley.”
He nodded and stared at the door.
“Dudley?” she asked softly, her voice more feminine than it had been all evening.
“Yeah?” He turned to her and took in her face, as if he were trying to remember every detail about her.
“I had a great time.”
“Me, too.”
The seconds ticked by slowly, both of them appearing not to want the evening to end.
“Well, good night, Katie,” he whispered.
“Uh-huh. Th—thanks again.”
As if on cue, they both leaned in and kissed each other, lingering longer than they had in the restaurant. When they pulled apart, she licked her lips and put her hand behind his head to pull him in for another kiss.
The kiss deepened as Dudley ran his tongue over her lower lip before diving into her mouth. She sighed into him and inched closer, surprisingly near his lap. She clung to him with one hand holding his head and the other on his arm.
Dudley had never been kissed so well. The heat of her mouth and the touch of her hand on his arm was driving him mad. He opened his eyes briefly to see her eyes half-lidded as she moved her mouth along his, making him give in to the passion between them and close his eyes once more.
He didn't know what to do with his hands. One was on her thigh, just lying there while his other arm was slung over the back of the seat. He desperately wanted to explore her gentle curves and touch her small, but oh so luscious breasts. His inner voice screamed at him to touch her the way he wanted to, but somehow, he managed to hold himself in check.
As if she read his thoughts. Katie straddled his leg and placed his hand on her backside. Their kisses became more frantic as his hand journeyed toward the places he'd longed to touch: her back, her shoulders, her neck, and her hair. His fingers brushed against the side of one of her breasts, earning him a moan from deep within her throat.
At the sound of her moan, Dudley wrapped both his arms around her, utilizing both hands to simultaneously squeeze her arse and cup her breast. Never before had he been given this amount of access so early, and he decided that he needed to make the most of their present situation. When she began moving her hips against his leg, he groaned at the pressure that began to build inside his trousers. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and continued to caress her back.
Her eyes were still half-closed and she was nearly panting. He moved one hand to her cheek and gently kissed the tip of her nose. She was gorgeous as she sat astride his leg with her face flushed from their snogging. He hated to break the mood but he wasn't the type of man to go further on the first date.
First date? There can't be anymore!
But I like her.
She's a bloody witch! Your parents will go postal if they find out.
She's attractive and one hell of a great kisser...
“Dudley?” she whispered, pulling him from his inner battle.
“I think...I think we need to go.”
Did that sound as stupid as I thought it did?
“Yeah, I suppose so. I have to cover a Quidditch match tomorrow,” she told him, the passion slowly fading from her eyes.
“I have to call my mother.”
You idiot! Who brings up their mummy post-snog? You're a fucking idiot, Dursley.
She squinted at him, almost as if she were trying to figure out if she needed to laugh. “You still check in with her?”
“No! No, of course not! I have to call her in the morning, that's all. She wants to plan something for my dad's birthday.”
She giggled a bit and brushed her thumb across his lips to remove her lipstick before sliding off his leg and reaching for the door handle.
“I had a really nice time. I'll be in touch.” She smiled again and before he could say anything, she was out of the car and had Disapparated away.
Story 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 2/??
Chapter Summary: After thinking about her every since they met, Dudley receives an owl that brightens his day.
Pairing: Dudley and ......
Rating: R
Beta:
queenb23moreDudley Dursley
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Dudley couldn't sleep. He had been tossing and turning for the past forty-five minutes. He was generally a very sound sleeper and this was really beginning to get on his nerves.
He returned home from Harry's wedding at one that morning, having had more fun than he had in ages. The music was very similar to the rock 'n' roll he listened to so it wasn't too difficult to lose himself in the beat. Katie showed him how to dance something called 'The Hippogriff' and she, as well as several others, was a very willing student as he demonstrated 'The Macarena' and 'The Electric Slide.'
Rather than tying to sleep, he got out of bed and ambled into the kitchen, searching for some juice. He found a half-empty carton of orange juice and lifted it to his mouth. When he lived with his parents, he would never have thought of drinking from the carton. But that was the whole point of moving out, wasn't it?
As the juice slid down his throat, he remembered the reception and the huge bowl of Chocolate Frogs on the buffet table. He was initially shocked at the prospect of eating a chocolate-covered frog, but Katie showed him that it was just a spell on the chocolate. Once he opened his first package, she told him about the cards that are always included. But today, the collectible cards weren't of famous witches and wizards; they contained cards with bits of trivia about Harry and Ginny. The tidbits of information ranged from their first kiss to favourite foods to their most embarrassing moments. Dudley had to admit that it was an excellent idea and had even managed to collect the ten different cards and placed them carefully in his wallet.
There was one thing that Dudley just couldn't shake about the evening and that was the impact that Katie had made on him. She was sweet, kind, and patient with him as she explained all the wondrous thing that were going on around him. She didn't back away from his questions and was never annoyed with him. She was easy to talk to, and dancing with her made him feel giddy at how well she fit against him.
With a heavy sigh, he told himself it would never work out. They were from different worlds and he doubted he would ever see her again. He just couldn't shake the happiness he'd felt that night and knew it was all because of her.
A month after Harry's wedding, Dudley walked into the kitchen to find a barn owl perched on the rain barrel outside his back door. It wasn't Harry's owl, Augustine, and he approached it with trepidation, untying the note from the owl's leg.
“Haven't got any treats for you,” he told the owl, who ruffled its feathers at him. Dudley swore the bird was angry with him. “Fine, fine. I think I have some ham around here.” He scrounged around in the refrigerator and brought out a piece of leftover ham, which the owl swallowed whole. Instead of leaving like Dudley thought he would, the owl flew to one of the kitchen chairs and buried its head under one wing.
“What the deuce are you doing?” He tried to take a swipe at the owl and the letter drifted to the floor as the owl squawked. Dudley bent over and retrieved the letter.
“You want me to read it?” The bird blinked. “You're waiting until I read it?” It blinked again. “Blasted bird,” he muttered under his breath.
He unfolded the note and smiled as he saw whom it was from.
Katie.
Dear Dudley--
I hope you don't think me too forward by sending you an owl, but I've been thinking of you the last few days.
Would you like to meet me for lunch tomorrow? Or dinner? I'll be in London for a few days for work and would really love to see you again.
Send word back with Lord Byron—my sister gave him to me after she named him—he'll wait for you to answer.
Katie
Dudley rummaged in his junk drawer and found an ink pen and quickly scratched out a reply.
Katie--
I'd love to have dinner tomorrow night. I don't get a lot of time for lunch.
Where would you like to go? Do you want to go to the cinema? I think you'd like it.
Dudley
The following evening, as Dudley was getting ready to leave for his dinner date with Katie, he jumped as the phone rang.
“Hullo?”
“Duddikins!”
His heart sunk at the sound of his mother's voice.
“Oh, hi, Mum.”
“I haven't seen you in weeks! How are you doing?”
“I—I'm fine. Actually, I was just on my way out the door. I'm meeting someone for dinner.”
“Is it a girl? Please tell me you're going on a date. You're much too good looking to be single. Who is she?”
He hated it when his mother pried into his personal life. Actually, this was the first date he'd had in months.
“Mum, I'm going to be late if you don't get off the phone. Was there something you needed?”
“Well, yes. Don't you remember your father's birthday is coming up? I wanted to talk to you about planning a party.”
Dudley rolled his eyes and was beginning to lose his temper.
“Mum, I've got to go! Can't this wait?”
His mother was silent, which never meant anything good.
“How about I call you tomorrow, Mum? We'll talk then, okay?”
“F—fine! Go meet your secret paramour and forget about your old parents.”
Good Lord, she was laying it on thick.
“Mother! Stop it! I'll call you tomorrow.”
“Well, if it's not too much trouble...”
“Aargh! Goodbye, Mum!” He turned off the phone and threw it onto the kitchen table before leaving the house.
The day before, much to Dudley's delight and surprise, Katie called him from a phone booth near Diagon Alley. She had asked Ginny for his phone number, and Ginny gladly gave it to her. They quickly agreed to meet at an Italian restaurant near Piccadilly Circus. After dinner, they decided to see a film; Dudley was shocked when Katie told him she'd never seen one. In fact, Dudley looked forward to showing her his world in the same manner she showed him hers.
Traffic cooperated with him and he arrived in Piccadilly Circus with time to spare. However, parking was not cooperative, and he drove around and around, getting more and more frustrated. He then decided to valet park and walked a short distance to the restaurant.
Outside the door stood Katie. She looked amazing. Her hair was back in a knot at the base of her neck, and she wore a simple sleeveless blue dress with buttons down the front, coming to just above her calves. She had great legs.
“Katie...wow, you look great,” he said, his eyes wide and his mouth in a broad grin.
She smiled and looked up at him with her wide, hazel eyes. “Thanks. Nice tie.”
He extended his hand to her and she laced her fingers through his, sending a wonderful sensation up his arm.
The hostess seated them at a round table across from one another but Katie surprised him by moving her chair next to his.
“I, er, well...I like to sit near the people I talk to. I hate formal seating,” she explained, a slight blush rising in her cheeks. Her knee bumped into his and another jolt of shock shot up his body.
Why was he acting this way, he wondered. He'd had girlfriends before, so why was this simple woman affecting him like this? She wasn't glamorous in the conventional sense; she wasn't busty like most of the women he had dated. They simply clicked, defying logic and reason.
Dinner was an enjoyable affair. Katie plied him with questions about football (which she had discovered from one of her Muggle friends), his favourite music, and his parents. Dudley gladly left out the fact that if his father knew who he was out with, he'd most likely have an aneurysm and die on the spot.
Maybe you should tell him, Dudders.
Dudley was equally enthusiastic about finding out about her. He discreetly asked about her job as a Quidditch reporter and listened intently as she talked about her family. She told him stories of how she and her brothers and sisters played with their garden gnomes when they were growing up as well as the fascinating stories of growing up in the wizarding world. Together, they laughed at the moony-eyed couple across the room and smiled as the man proposed loudly, earning him a round of applause from the other diners.
As their dinner wore on, Dudley forgot that she was a witch and that there could be no chance of any kind of relationship with her. It was as if the planets had aligned and allowed Dudley to thoroughly enjoy the evening. During dessert, a bit of tiramisu fell on his chin and Katie leaned in to scoop it up with her spoon. Their eyes locked for a moment and their lips met in a light kiss that was entirely too short. She pulled back, looking as if she had been electrocuted.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Inside, he was shouting at himself and reminding him that she was not his kind and not to worry about it. Thankfully, he shoved those thoughts aside and returned his attention to her.
She sighed. “No. No, you didn't.” With her napkin this time, she wiped his chin clean.
An awkward silence fell between them until his watch chimed the hour.
“Oh! The film! We should get going.”
Katie smiled, the excitement at the prospect of seeing the film evident on her face. He laid some money inside the leather folder that their waiter had left before they rose from their chairs, automatically reaching for one another's hands.
From the corner of the room, a black-haired man and a Titian-haired woman smiled as they watched them exit the restaurant.
Stepping out into the warm night from the theatre, Katie was talking non-stop. “You mean people DREW the movie? I still can't believe that! It's amazing!” She clutched his arm as they strolled along, watching the people and all the twinkling lights around them.
“Well, it was done mostly on computers.”
“Computers? What are they again?”
They had gone to see the film, Shrek, a movie Dudley felt to be a safe movie for a first date. He had tried to explain that the movie was made frame by frame and that the characters weren't real. However, they received several dirty looks and a few 'shushes' from those around them and just settled back to enjoy their entertainment.
Katie had been appalled at the way witches, wizards, fairies, and other magical creatures were portrayed. Dudley had to reassure her that the film-makers meant no offence. She also thought it was extremely funny the way the dragon was portrayed. The only time dragons were chained was at Gringotts and in captivity. The kids in front of them turned around at her comments and rolled their eyes before muttering some very colourful words.
All too soon, they reached the lot where Dudley's car had been parked.
“Can I take you anywhere? I hate to think of you walking this late at night,” he said gallantly, part of him not wanting the evening to end.
“Ha! You're so funny, Dudley!” She swatted him playfully on the arm. “I can Apparate home.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot but I was--”
“You can drive me to the Leaky Cauldron,” she interrupted, making him smile again.
Once his car was retrieved, they began their drive down Charing Cross Road, all the while talking about the movie and what ogres and fairies were really like. Katie directed him to a parking spot near an obscure-looking door, indicating the wizarding pub.
“That's it? I thought it would be...grander. I mean, entry to the magical world and all, you know?”
She chuckled at his remark. “Well, we need to maintain secrecy, Dudley.”
He nodded and stared at the door.
“Dudley?” she asked softly, her voice more feminine than it had been all evening.
“Yeah?” He turned to her and took in her face, as if he were trying to remember every detail about her.
“I had a great time.”
“Me, too.”
The seconds ticked by slowly, both of them appearing not to want the evening to end.
“Well, good night, Katie,” he whispered.
“Uh-huh. Th—thanks again.”
As if on cue, they both leaned in and kissed each other, lingering longer than they had in the restaurant. When they pulled apart, she licked her lips and put her hand behind his head to pull him in for another kiss.
The kiss deepened as Dudley ran his tongue over her lower lip before diving into her mouth. She sighed into him and inched closer, surprisingly near his lap. She clung to him with one hand holding his head and the other on his arm.
Dudley had never been kissed so well. The heat of her mouth and the touch of her hand on his arm was driving him mad. He opened his eyes briefly to see her eyes half-lidded as she moved her mouth along his, making him give in to the passion between them and close his eyes once more.
He didn't know what to do with his hands. One was on her thigh, just lying there while his other arm was slung over the back of the seat. He desperately wanted to explore her gentle curves and touch her small, but oh so luscious breasts. His inner voice screamed at him to touch her the way he wanted to, but somehow, he managed to hold himself in check.
As if she read his thoughts. Katie straddled his leg and placed his hand on her backside. Their kisses became more frantic as his hand journeyed toward the places he'd longed to touch: her back, her shoulders, her neck, and her hair. His fingers brushed against the side of one of her breasts, earning him a moan from deep within her throat.
At the sound of her moan, Dudley wrapped both his arms around her, utilizing both hands to simultaneously squeeze her arse and cup her breast. Never before had he been given this amount of access so early, and he decided that he needed to make the most of their present situation. When she began moving her hips against his leg, he groaned at the pressure that began to build inside his trousers. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and continued to caress her back.
Her eyes were still half-closed and she was nearly panting. He moved one hand to her cheek and gently kissed the tip of her nose. She was gorgeous as she sat astride his leg with her face flushed from their snogging. He hated to break the mood but he wasn't the type of man to go further on the first date.
First date? There can't be anymore!
But I like her.
She's a bloody witch! Your parents will go postal if they find out.
She's attractive and one hell of a great kisser...
“Dudley?” she whispered, pulling him from his inner battle.
“I think...I think we need to go.”
Did that sound as stupid as I thought it did?
“Yeah, I suppose so. I have to cover a Quidditch match tomorrow,” she told him, the passion slowly fading from her eyes.
“I have to call my mother.”
You idiot! Who brings up their mummy post-snog? You're a fucking idiot, Dursley.
She squinted at him, almost as if she were trying to figure out if she needed to laugh. “You still check in with her?”
“No! No, of course not! I have to call her in the morning, that's all. She wants to plan something for my dad's birthday.”
She giggled a bit and brushed her thumb across his lips to remove her lipstick before sliding off his leg and reaching for the door handle.
“I had a really nice time. I'll be in touch.” She smiled again and before he could say anything, she was out of the car and had Disapparated away.
