FIC--Dudley Dursley and the Magical Enchantress--chapter 4

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Title: 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 4/9
Chapter Summary: At the Quidditch match, Dudley is a bit distracted. Hmmm....wonder why?
Pairing: Dudley/Katie
Rating: R
Beta: queenb23more

Dudley Dursley
and
the
Magical Enchantress

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--Chapter Four--


Dudley couldn't concentrate on the match knowing that Katie was four rows up in the press box. He kept looking back, hoping to catch her eye, but every time he looked, she was either looking through her binoculars or writing something.

“Dudley, stop staring at her! Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite?” Ron teased, finishing off another Butterbeer.

“What?” he answered, half-dazed. “Oh real funny, Ron. I was not staring at her.”

“Sure. Just like the two of you weren't snogging in front of her boss,” Harry pointed out. “Good thing you weren't the one wearing the kilt.”

“Yeah, then we'd all know how you felt about Katie,” Ron sniggered.

“Shut up! It's not...that sort of thing.” Dudley slumped in his seat and continued to nurse his Butterbeer.

Harry and Ron were right, of course, but Dudley wasn't about to admit that to either one of them. Once he'd seen Katie, he could have cared less about where they were. He sought out her lips and she gladly received his kisses and then some. Her mouth tasted better than he remembered and he didn't stop kissing her until the flash of cameras forced them to jump apart. The last thing Dudley needed was to have his image splattered across a Quidditch magazine playing tonsil hockey with Katie. His parents would just love that.

His distraction over Katie caused him to miss a large portion of the match and he had to be briefed about what had happened on a number of occasions. He missed Ginny scoring two goals and a supposedly miraculous save by the opposing Keeper.

Noticing Dudley's discomfort, Harry told him, “Dudley, we're just taking the piss. Didn't mean to make you feel bad.”

“'s'okay, Harry. Now come on and tell me why this match is still going after almost...” he paused to check his watch, “five hours.”

At Dudley's words, Harry and Ron leapt to their feet and began whooping and hollering. Dudley rose to his feet as well but couldn't see what all the fuss was about. The only thing he saw was two players on broomsticks racing at breakneck speed.

“What's goin' on?” Dudley asked.

“The Snitch! There! Look—YES!!” Harry shouted and jumped again. “We won!”

Before Dudley could say anything, Ron and Harry, along with half the crowd began singing:

“Go ahead and kiss yer lass,
The Harpies have just kicked yer ass!
Turn around and have a hurl,
You got beat by a bunch of girls!
Beating you was such a breeze
Three cheers for the Holyhead Harpies!

Go ahead and cry on the roof
You all played like a bunch of poofs!
The way you played was much amiss
Yer water was replaced with piss!
Beating you was such a breeze
Three cheers for the Holyhead Harpies!”

The song ended with a funny little dance which consisted of rude hand gestures and a lot of hip thrusting that made Dudley laugh.

“Come on, Dudley! We've got a victory party to go to!” said Harry, tugging on Dudley's arm. As they began to make their way down the stairs, a voice shouted from behind them.

“Dudley! Dudley!”

The three of them stopped and found Katie waving her arms furiously and wearing a big smile, which Dudley returned immediately. He waved the other two on, and as he waited for Katie, several spectators bumped into him and gave him dirty looks. When she was finally within reach, he grasped her hand and together they made their way down the stairs to join Harry and Ron.

“Great match, wasn't it, Katie?” Harry said, full of excitement.

“Absolutely. Ginny had a great game, but I really don't get to enjoy them much when I'm working.”

“Yeah, well, Dudley didn't see much of it, either,” Ron piped in with a smirk.

Katie turned to Dudley and put a hand on his shoulder, the gesture sending volumes of messages to his brain. “Are you ill, Dudley?”

“Uh, no. I just...well--”

“Was too busy looking at you,” Ron quipped. Harry barked out a laugh while Dudley hid his face behind his hand. Dudley tried not to look at Katie at that moment, but he couldn't help it. She looked so damned good and if he was more than just sexually attracted to her, he was going to be in big trouble, that was for sure.

“Are you going to the party, Dudley?” asked Katie, running a hand lightly down his arm.

“I, well, hadn't thought about it,” he answered, his hand automatically to the small of her back.

“Well, the press isn't allowed and if you'd like, we can do something else.”

Her words lit a fir within him and he suddenly felt as if he wanted to run away with her on the spot.

“Yeah!” he said enthusiastically before realizing that Harry and Ron were standing next to him. “Uh, do you two mind? I mean ...”

“Go ahead. Have fun, you two,” Harry said with an encouraging look. He and Ron turned around and headed for the Harpies' clubhouse.

Dudley and Katie stood there for a while, watching the rest of the crowd thin. When it was just the two of them, he reached out and clasped her hand as if drawn by a magnetic force. He turned to her and brushed back her hair with his free hand.

“So, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, nothing specific, really. I just thought it would be nice to spend some time alone with you. I missed you,” she admitted, leaning into him and bringing her body right up to his.

“I missed you too.” At that, he leaned in and she eagerly met his lips, moving hers across his. Her free hand went behind his head and held him there before deepening their kiss.

Damn, she's good at this.

“Dudley,” she said softly, after pulling away from him. Her lips were puffy and just begged for him to kiss her again.

“Yeah?”

“Would you—would you like to go back to my place?”

He merely nodded, as all coherent speech left him.

“Well then, hold on tight,” she said with a smile and drew him in for an embrace. Once he was holding her in his arms, she Disapparated and in a matter of seconds, they were standing outside her door. With a wave of her wand, the door opened and the lights in the main room turned on.

The main room consisted of a living space on his right with a small couch, or rather more of a futon, an end table, and an armchair with a patchwork quilt thrown over it. A tall bookshelf stood next to the window with books, trophies, and assorted knick-knacks lining the shelves. There was, however, no television. On his left was a kitchenette and a round table with four mismatched chairs around it. Two doors were directly in front of him. The door on the right led to the bathroom, as evidenced by the sink showing through the open door, and the room on the left was obviously her bedroom. The walls were lined with various items ranging from prints of fine art to Quidditch posters in which the players flew in and out of view. Painted on the kitchen cabinets were white doves set against a light blue background. Somehow, they seemed to suit her.

“It's not much, but it's home,” she said as she sat on the futon.

“What's with the doves in the kitchen?” He hadn't taken his eyes off them since he saw them.

“Oh that. My Patronus is a dove. It's saved my life on more than one occasion.”

“A Patronus? I've heard of those before.” He sat down next to her and she turned to him. “I think Harry used one once to save my life.”

She nodded. “He's the one who taught me the charm.”

“Really? When'd he do that?”

Katie went on to explain the circumstances behind her learning the charm and then all about the DA that year. Harry had never mentioned anything about this to Dudley before, but then again, they weren't exactly close back then.

“You don't have a television,” he blurted.

“What's that?”

Dudley was flabbergasted. He had three televisions in his place and couldn't imagine life without one. “Oh my God! I can't believe you don't know what it is! You watch shows on it, like at the cinema. And there's game shows and sports and the news, too. I have three of them.”

“Why? You can only watch one at a time, right?”

“Well, yeah. But what do you do all day, like when you don't work?” On his days off, he usually spent it in front of the television or on the Internet.

“Um, I read. And I listen to the wireless. Sometimes I paint. I painted the doves on the cabinet doors.” Dudley turned around and saw an easel he hadn't noticed in his original survey of her flat. “You want to listen to some music?” She waved her wand and a small box on a shelf began to glow and some soft music filled the room. Dudley settled back and without thinking, he pulled Katie into his shoulder, a movement that came naturally to the both of them.

“'So did you like the match?” she asked while her finger traced the lettering of his sweatshirt. “Ginny played a great game.”

“Uh yeah. It was hard to keep up with it all. But you know what?”

She looked up at him, her big eyes filled him with longing. “What?”

“I kept looking back for you. I wanted to be near you the whole time.” For Dudley to admit something like this was uncharacteristic. In his only other serious relationship, he never admitted how he felt about anything this early.

Relationship? Where the bloody hell did that come from? He wasn't even sure if they were dating, let alone in a relationship. But the more he thought about it, he supposed they could be dating. They talked on the phone, they wrote and had a wonderful time together at dinner and the cinema. But was this something real? Something that could develop...? He shook those thoughts out of his head.

“I know,” she told him. “I saw you every time.”

Dudley's eyes widened in shock. “No way! You were always looking through the binoculars or looking down as you wrote.”

She chuckled and he felt the vibrations along his side. “Well, I was looking at you with the Omnioculars and I have a talent for being able to look elsewhere while I write. Bad habit from school.”

“Oh.” He was flattered. No one had ever taken that much interest in him. He continued to look at her, nestled comfortably at his side with her eyes focused solely on him. He couldn't help himself when he leaned down to kiss her.

The kiss started out slowly and tenderly. His hands went to her hair and he breathed deeply, savouring her scent and the feel of her in his arms. Katie ran her hand along his cheek and down his neck, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Finally, their tongues met in gentle strokes that made them both moan. He pulled her onto his lap, her legs draped over to one side. Feeling emboldened, one hand began moving on her back and the other softly caressed her thigh. Her fingers wove into his hair and she pressed herself against him, bringing her curves within his reach.

His left hand went to her breast and gently, yet cautiously, squeezed it a bit. She arched into his hand, giving him the permission he was seeking. He kept up with the kneading of her breast and felt an overwhelming urge to get closer to her. Dudley shifted and moved her leg over to the other side so that she straddled him. He couldn't help but thrust his hips into her crotch, showing her exactly how she made him feel.

“Oh Merlin, Dudley,” she moaned, moving her mouth to his neck, sucking and kissing her way down to his collarbone, while her hand went between their bodies, rubbing him over his jeans with her hand.

“Fuck,” he muttered as she continued to rub him. His own mouth went to her ear and kissed the tender flesh around her ear and his tongue traced the curves and ridges of her outer ear before he sucked the earlobe into his mouth. He held her with one hand while the other snuck inside her shirt and touched her smooth skin for the first time. She felt like silk against his big hands and he moved his way up her side until he reached the fabric of her bra.

At his touch, Katie squeezed his bulge, making him moan in pleasure. She continued to gyrate against him and their mouths found each other again. It was unbelievable, the way that she felt as she moved against him.

“Take off your shirt,” she purred, her face even with his. He gladly obliged and she set about running her hands over him, stopping to knead his shoulders, play with his nipples and the follow the hair that went down into the waistband of his jeans.

Should he? Should he take what she was so obviously offering to him? Christ, he wanted to and badly. There was just something about her that made his better judgement fly out the window. Normally, he wouldn't even think of doing this so early on. Where had his mind gone? He very nearly laughed when he realized it had now taken up residence in his pants. He regained his composure and stopped moving his hands enough to get her attention.

“What's wrong?” she asked breathily and sounding sexier than he'd ever imagined.

“We—we can't. Not now, Katie,” he said, not wanting to hurt her feelings. “I want to get to know you better.”

She blinked and then slid off his lap. “Okay. Really, it's okay. I usually don't do this.” Her hands once again went to his chest, moving around as if she couldn't get enough of touching him. “But...but I just can't help it. We feel so...”

“Connected?” he said for her and she nodded. “I know, I feel it, too. And to be honest, it scares the shit out of me.” His mouth turned up a bit in an attempt to smile.

“Have you ever?”

“Have I what?”

She turned away and shook her head. “You know,” she said, turning back to him. “Have you ever had sex before?” That was perhaps the last thing he expected to talk about with Katie Bell this evening.

“Uh, yeah,” he admitted while she again snuggled back onto him.

“When? When was your first time?”

“Oh God. I was fifteen,” he admitted, causing her to raise an astonished eyebrow. “Hey! It was a week or so after that Determinator attacked me...”

She giggled. “Dementor, Dudley.”

“Yeah. Anyway, it was terrible and over in about two seconds.”

“That long? Impressive,” she teased.

“I'll have you know that I have since improved my technique dramatically.” Her eyes sparkled, making him again want to throw her back onto the futon and take her right there.

“I was eighteen. We'd just won the Quidditch Cup my seventh year.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. He was in my year and very handsome. Damn, what was his name?” Katie threw her head back, trying to think of the name.

“I see he made a good impression on you.” He felt a sudden rush of jealousy toward this nameless wanker.

“He did, honest! I mean he did everything for me that night, and I mean EVERYTHING!”

“Such as?” He prepared himself for images of a naked Katie writhing on a bed, moaning while she was being fucked. He quickly hardened again.

“Oh, a little of this...” She wiggled her fingers in front of him. “A little of that...” She stuck out her tongue and wiggled it. “And a whole lot of this...” She smiled wickedly at him again and began grinding against him yet again. He groaned in something that resembled pleasure, but it appeared she thought he was in pain. “Sorry.”

“Don't ever apologize for that,” he said and kissed her again. All their talk of sex did nothing to ease the erection and he felt as if he would burst if he didn't have some sort of release soon.

Katie pulled away and took his face in her hands. “Do you need some help with that?”

His eyes widened at her words and all he could do was nod. He swallowed audibly as her hands went to the button of his jeans, releasing it before making her way to the zipper. The sound of his zipper being lowered ever so slowly caused him to groan and shut his eyes. When the confines of his jeans were loosened, he raised his hips and she tugged both his jeans and his underwear down to his thighs and slid off the couch so she could stretch out to kneel before him.

“Oh. My. God,” he groaned, lifting his hips and seeking her out.

Katie took him in her hands, gently stroking him before encasing his throbbing flesh in her mouth.

Chapter Five