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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 6/9
Chapter Summary: Dudley meets the parents...
Pairing: Dudley/Katie
Rating: R
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--Chapter Six--
Dudley paced in his living room, walking between the kitchen door and the door to the hall. Every time he passed the window, he would look nervously outside and then back down at his feet. A few seconds later, the clock chimed and he stopped in the middle of the room to take a deep breath. It was almost time.
About a week after Katie's confession, she and Dudley met for coffee at a shop close to his place. They sat outside in the late summer air with their hands clasped and resting on the table.
“Mum and Dad want to meet you,” she stated plainly.
“Really?” Dudley's voice sounded as if it belonged to a girl.
“They won't bite, love,” she tried to reassure him, stroking the flesh of his hand with her thumb. “They can tell things have progressed.”
“You...you told them about...us...having...sex?”
“No! Dudley, calm down. They just noticed from the way I talk about you. They can see that I love you.” Her words warmed his heart.
“So when do they want to meet me?” Taking a sip of his coffee, he prayed that they could wait until Christmas.
“Saturday.”
“Saturday?” he choked out. She gently patted him on the back.
“Well,” she explained, “there's no Quidditch on Saturday, so I don't have to work. They want us to have dinner at their house.”
“Are you okay with this?” He suddenly felt very warm, even with the light breeze.
“Yes! I want them to meet you! It'll be fine...trust me!” She looked at him with her big eyes, and there was no way Dudley could say no when she looked like that.
So tonight was the night he was going to meet Mr and Mrs Bell. The little bit he knew about them didn't really prepare him for their meeting. Clarence, her father, worked at the Ministry of Magic as some sort of barrister or judge. Samantha, her mother, ran a café in Diagon Alley. Katie's sister just started her sixth year at Hogwarts, so she wouldn't be there, and he didn't know if her brothers would be there or not, but he really wasn't looking forward to meeting her older brother, Will. Harry had told him plenty about how difficult Ginny's older brothers had been, and Dudley prayed he wouldn't have to confront them just yet.
When the clock chimed six o'clock, he went to stand in front of the window, waiting for Katie to appear. Seconds turned into minutes, and soon a quarter of an hour had passed but there was still no Katie. He was beginning to think she wasn't going to show and that thought conjured up all sorts of scenarios, each one resulting in Katie ditching him. He was about to give up when she suddenly appeared on his front step. He made it to the door in three strides and swung the door open, pulling her into his arms.
“You're late,” he teased as he kissed her behind her left ear, a spot he knew to be very sensitive.
“I know,” she sighed. “I couldn't get my hair right. Stop it, Dudley!” She stepped away once he moved his hand from her back to her bum, which he had squeezed firmly with his hand.
“I haven't seen you in days,” he whined with a slight pout. “Duddykins needs some sugar.” He quickly pulled her back to him and kissed her firmly and soundly on the lips.
“Mmmm...we really need to go,” she murmured against his lips. Before Dudley could argue, she Disapparated them away. When he opened his eyes, they stood in front of an unremarkable home in a noisy neighbourhood. Children ran down the street and he heard a small explosion.
“That's Joe Fredrickson. He works for George Weasley, and he's always testing something.”
“So this is a magical village? Where are we?” He looked around him and took in the lush green hills in the distance and the clear blue sky.
“Lake District. Not too far from Keswick. Come on, we can't keep Dad waiting. He's very punctual.”
“Obviously didn't rub off on you,” he teased. She nudged him in the ribs and opened the door.
“Mum? Dad? We're here,” she called, pulling him inside.
From the back of the house, there was a shuffle that grew louder the closer it got. “Katydid? Is that you?” called a deep voice.
“Who else would it be, Dad,” she answered sarcastically.
In front of them appeared a short, balding man wearing a purple paisley waistcoat with a pocket watch dangling from one of the pockets. He wrapped his arms around Katie and then pulled back to look at her. “You look beautiful, Katie.” He stepped back and kissed both her cheeks and stepped back to look at Dudley. Their eyes met for a moment. For a small man, he made Dudley feel incredibly small.
“Dad, this is Dudley.”
The two of them eyed each other carefully. Dudley noticed that he had a star-shaped mole on the top of his head and a scar along his jawline. Her father quickly smiled and grabbed Dudley's hands.
“So nice to meet you! We've heard so much about you.” He continued to shake his hands until a shrill voice came from the upstairs.
“Katie! Is it my Katydid?” Her mother bounded down the stairs and pulled her daughter into a massive hug. Mrs Bell was an older version of Katie; she was taller than her husband with wavy light-brown hair and the same sparkling hazel eyes. “And this must be Dudley!” He once again found himself in an embrace by someone he didn't even know.
“Mother, let him breathe,” Katie said with a smile. She came over to them and rescued Dudley from her mother.
“So nice to meet you, Dudley,” Mrs Bell said cheerfully. “Now would you care for a drink? We have pumpkin juice and Butterbeer. Or if you'd like something stronger, Clarence has some Ogden's in the study.”
The Bells were so different than his parents or from anyone he'd ever grown up with. Without knowing him, they welcomed into their home and their daughter's life. Her parents smiled and openly touched each other. He couldn't remember the last time his parents shared more than a polite peck on the cheek when his father left for work. All this made him wonder how in the world he was lucky enough to find someone like Katie.
“Er, Butterbeer is fine, Mrs Bell.” He'd never had pumpkin juice or whatever the hell Ogden's was.
“Sam. Call me Sam, Dudley. Mrs Bell is Clarence's mother and she's older than the hills,” she said exuberantly.
“Hey! No making fun of my mother, woman!” Mr Bell exclaimed, swatting his wife's behind playfully. “I'll get the Ogden's, Dudley. None of this poncy weak shit.” He ambled off into another room, and Dudley couldn't help and laugh just a bit.
“Sorry about him,” Katie whispered in his ear. “He's just a bit excited. He's never met a Muggle.”
“Oh.” Katie's statement made him even more nervous as it appeared that he was now representing every Muggle in the world.
“Here we are.” Mr Bell returned with a bottle containing a dark amber liquid. “Damn, I forgot the glasses.” He pulled his wand from his trouser pocket, and with a wave, four glasses flew into the air and were caught by Mrs Bell.
“Clarence,” Mrs Bell warned with a stern voice. “We said we wouldn't use magic tonight.”
“Ah hell, sorry, love. Dudley, this is the best Firewhisky known to magical man.”
Dudley watched as he filled the glasses and Katie's mother handed them around.
“Firewhisky? Does that mean I'll breathe fire after I drink it?” Dudley asked nervously.
“It takes a couple shots to get to that point, Dudley,” Mr Bell added with a smirk.
“Dad, you are so embarrassing. You'll be fine, Dudley,” Katie reassured him.
“Now go ahead, drink up!” Mr Bell urged, raising his glass and downing it in one swallow. “Ah! Excellent!”
Dudley lifted his glass and smelled the liquid which resembled a good Irish whiskey. Deeming it fit to drink, he put the glass to his mouth and drank it down. He felt the warmth he expected but when it hit his stomach, it felt as if fire was making his way back up his gut and threatened to burst forth in flames out his mouth. He coughed furiously and felt Katie's hand on his upper arm.
“You okay?” she asked as she stifled a laugh.
“Yeah,” he answered hoarsely.
“That's the good stuff!” Mr Bell answered.
After a few more glasses of Firewhisky, dinner was ready, and they gathered around the family table in the dining room. Mrs Bell had asked Katie what Dudley's favourite foods were and prepared them all especially for him. He was very flattered that she went to the trouble just for him and he made a point to tell her so. As expected, the conversation centred around Dudley: what he did for a living, what it was like growing up with Harry Potter, what his background was and, of course, what were his parents like. Those questions understandably made him a bit nervous, and Dudley answered them as well as he could without going into detail about his parents' personalities. Dessert, which consisted of strawberry torte and custard, was scrumptious, and Dudley very happily enjoyed a second helping. After their coffee, Mr and Mrs Bell shooed the younger two away, insisting that they would clear off and wash the dishes.
“You go into the study. I've got to use the loo.” Katie pointed Dudley toward the study and he went inside.
Once inside, Dudley was reminded of his father's office at Grunnings. A large desk occupied the near wall and two leather armchairs flanked the fireplace across from him. The wall to his left was lined with bookshelves. Never much of a reader, the books housed there intrigued him. He scanned the shelves, taking note of the odd titles as well as some Muggle books as well. One particular book caught his eye, Love in the Wizarding World, and he took it down. Curiosity won over his better judgement and he opened to the table of contents, pausing to take a second look at the title of chapter eighteen, “Falling in Love with Muggles,” and immediately found the page and read the first paragraph.
He skimmed through the chapter a bit more and stopped at a section titled: The Heart Bond.
“Dudley?”
He jumped at her voice, and the book fell from his hands and onto the floor. Before he could retrieve it, Katie Summoned the book into her hands.
She looked at the title and laughed. “You've got to be kidding, Dudley,” she teased, closing the book. “That book is ancient, like from when our parents were our age.” She put the book on the shelf and extended her hand to him and led him to the leather chairs. “Sit.”
Still confused from what he'd just read, he sat down and Katie placed herself on his lap.
“They like you,” she whispered in his ear. Her tongue began darting in and out of his tongue and then she sucked on his earlobe. “And you already know how I feel.” She moved back and gave him a quizzical look. “Dudley, what's wrong? Are you okay?”
“Er, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I'm just sleepy from your mum's cooking,” he answered, hoping it didn't sound as lame to her as it did to him.
“Yeah, Mum really outdid herself.” She placed her hand on the back of his head and played with his hair, easing his tension and making him close his eyes. “She was expecting Andrew as well, but he had to cancel at the last minute.” She laid her head on his shoulder and he couldn't help but hold her close and caress her back.
“Parents were enough for me,” he answered lightly. “Throwing a brother into the mix would have only made it worse.”
“Nah,” she purred, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt and placing her hand against his chest. “Andy is pretty laid back. It's Will you should be worried about. He takes his role as big brother very seriously.”
“Great. Thanks a lot,” Dudley answered dryly. “But can't be any worse than what Harry had to go through.”
“Ha! Ain't that the truth.”
They laughed a bit at Harry's expense and then moved toward each other for a kiss. One kiss led to another and soon they forgot where they were. Katie eventually broke their contact and looked at him.
“Do you want to stay?” she asked, her lips still puffy from kissing him. “Mum and Dad said you could. We can pretend you're using the spare room.”
He wanted to, really, he did. But he still needed to think about what he'd read in that book. Was that bond real? Is that what was going on between them? He needed to think about this whole thing on his own.
“I...I shouldn't. I don't feel comfortable with that idea, Kat.” He knew she was disappointed by the look on her face. “I just met them and I don't want them to know about...us.”
“Okay. You wanna go to my place?”
As much as he would love to spend the night with her body wrapped around his, he needed to be on his own tonight.
“I'm sorry but not tonight. Why don't you stay? You've said you don't get to stay here much anymore.” He brushed the hair out of her face and smiled to try and reassure her.
“Okay. I'll miss you,” she whispered.
After a few hours of playing Exploding Snap with her parents, Katie brought Dudley home, and for the first time since meeting her, Dudley didn't sleep at all.
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 6/9
Chapter Summary: Dudley meets the parents...
Pairing: Dudley/Katie
Rating: R
Beta:
queenb23moreDudley Dursley
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Dudley paced in his living room, walking between the kitchen door and the door to the hall. Every time he passed the window, he would look nervously outside and then back down at his feet. A few seconds later, the clock chimed and he stopped in the middle of the room to take a deep breath. It was almost time.
About a week after Katie's confession, she and Dudley met for coffee at a shop close to his place. They sat outside in the late summer air with their hands clasped and resting on the table.
“Mum and Dad want to meet you,” she stated plainly.
“Really?” Dudley's voice sounded as if it belonged to a girl.
“They won't bite, love,” she tried to reassure him, stroking the flesh of his hand with her thumb. “They can tell things have progressed.”
“You...you told them about...us...having...sex?”
“No! Dudley, calm down. They just noticed from the way I talk about you. They can see that I love you.” Her words warmed his heart.
“So when do they want to meet me?” Taking a sip of his coffee, he prayed that they could wait until Christmas.
“Saturday.”
“Saturday?” he choked out. She gently patted him on the back.
“Well,” she explained, “there's no Quidditch on Saturday, so I don't have to work. They want us to have dinner at their house.”
“Are you okay with this?” He suddenly felt very warm, even with the light breeze.
“Yes! I want them to meet you! It'll be fine...trust me!” She looked at him with her big eyes, and there was no way Dudley could say no when she looked like that.
So tonight was the night he was going to meet Mr and Mrs Bell. The little bit he knew about them didn't really prepare him for their meeting. Clarence, her father, worked at the Ministry of Magic as some sort of barrister or judge. Samantha, her mother, ran a café in Diagon Alley. Katie's sister just started her sixth year at Hogwarts, so she wouldn't be there, and he didn't know if her brothers would be there or not, but he really wasn't looking forward to meeting her older brother, Will. Harry had told him plenty about how difficult Ginny's older brothers had been, and Dudley prayed he wouldn't have to confront them just yet.
When the clock chimed six o'clock, he went to stand in front of the window, waiting for Katie to appear. Seconds turned into minutes, and soon a quarter of an hour had passed but there was still no Katie. He was beginning to think she wasn't going to show and that thought conjured up all sorts of scenarios, each one resulting in Katie ditching him. He was about to give up when she suddenly appeared on his front step. He made it to the door in three strides and swung the door open, pulling her into his arms.
“You're late,” he teased as he kissed her behind her left ear, a spot he knew to be very sensitive.
“I know,” she sighed. “I couldn't get my hair right. Stop it, Dudley!” She stepped away once he moved his hand from her back to her bum, which he had squeezed firmly with his hand.
“I haven't seen you in days,” he whined with a slight pout. “Duddykins needs some sugar.” He quickly pulled her back to him and kissed her firmly and soundly on the lips.
“Mmmm...we really need to go,” she murmured against his lips. Before Dudley could argue, she Disapparated them away. When he opened his eyes, they stood in front of an unremarkable home in a noisy neighbourhood. Children ran down the street and he heard a small explosion.
“That's Joe Fredrickson. He works for George Weasley, and he's always testing something.”
“So this is a magical village? Where are we?” He looked around him and took in the lush green hills in the distance and the clear blue sky.
“Lake District. Not too far from Keswick. Come on, we can't keep Dad waiting. He's very punctual.”
“Obviously didn't rub off on you,” he teased. She nudged him in the ribs and opened the door.
“Mum? Dad? We're here,” she called, pulling him inside.
From the back of the house, there was a shuffle that grew louder the closer it got. “Katydid? Is that you?” called a deep voice.
“Who else would it be, Dad,” she answered sarcastically.
In front of them appeared a short, balding man wearing a purple paisley waistcoat with a pocket watch dangling from one of the pockets. He wrapped his arms around Katie and then pulled back to look at her. “You look beautiful, Katie.” He stepped back and kissed both her cheeks and stepped back to look at Dudley. Their eyes met for a moment. For a small man, he made Dudley feel incredibly small.
“Dad, this is Dudley.”
The two of them eyed each other carefully. Dudley noticed that he had a star-shaped mole on the top of his head and a scar along his jawline. Her father quickly smiled and grabbed Dudley's hands.
“So nice to meet you! We've heard so much about you.” He continued to shake his hands until a shrill voice came from the upstairs.
“Katie! Is it my Katydid?” Her mother bounded down the stairs and pulled her daughter into a massive hug. Mrs Bell was an older version of Katie; she was taller than her husband with wavy light-brown hair and the same sparkling hazel eyes. “And this must be Dudley!” He once again found himself in an embrace by someone he didn't even know.
“Mother, let him breathe,” Katie said with a smile. She came over to them and rescued Dudley from her mother.
“So nice to meet you, Dudley,” Mrs Bell said cheerfully. “Now would you care for a drink? We have pumpkin juice and Butterbeer. Or if you'd like something stronger, Clarence has some Ogden's in the study.”
The Bells were so different than his parents or from anyone he'd ever grown up with. Without knowing him, they welcomed into their home and their daughter's life. Her parents smiled and openly touched each other. He couldn't remember the last time his parents shared more than a polite peck on the cheek when his father left for work. All this made him wonder how in the world he was lucky enough to find someone like Katie.
“Er, Butterbeer is fine, Mrs Bell.” He'd never had pumpkin juice or whatever the hell Ogden's was.
“Sam. Call me Sam, Dudley. Mrs Bell is Clarence's mother and she's older than the hills,” she said exuberantly.
“Hey! No making fun of my mother, woman!” Mr Bell exclaimed, swatting his wife's behind playfully. “I'll get the Ogden's, Dudley. None of this poncy weak shit.” He ambled off into another room, and Dudley couldn't help and laugh just a bit.
“Sorry about him,” Katie whispered in his ear. “He's just a bit excited. He's never met a Muggle.”
“Oh.” Katie's statement made him even more nervous as it appeared that he was now representing every Muggle in the world.
“Here we are.” Mr Bell returned with a bottle containing a dark amber liquid. “Damn, I forgot the glasses.” He pulled his wand from his trouser pocket, and with a wave, four glasses flew into the air and were caught by Mrs Bell.
“Clarence,” Mrs Bell warned with a stern voice. “We said we wouldn't use magic tonight.”
“Ah hell, sorry, love. Dudley, this is the best Firewhisky known to magical man.”
Dudley watched as he filled the glasses and Katie's mother handed them around.
“Firewhisky? Does that mean I'll breathe fire after I drink it?” Dudley asked nervously.
“It takes a couple shots to get to that point, Dudley,” Mr Bell added with a smirk.
“Dad, you are so embarrassing. You'll be fine, Dudley,” Katie reassured him.
“Now go ahead, drink up!” Mr Bell urged, raising his glass and downing it in one swallow. “Ah! Excellent!”
Dudley lifted his glass and smelled the liquid which resembled a good Irish whiskey. Deeming it fit to drink, he put the glass to his mouth and drank it down. He felt the warmth he expected but when it hit his stomach, it felt as if fire was making his way back up his gut and threatened to burst forth in flames out his mouth. He coughed furiously and felt Katie's hand on his upper arm.
“You okay?” she asked as she stifled a laugh.
“Yeah,” he answered hoarsely.
“That's the good stuff!” Mr Bell answered.
After a few more glasses of Firewhisky, dinner was ready, and they gathered around the family table in the dining room. Mrs Bell had asked Katie what Dudley's favourite foods were and prepared them all especially for him. He was very flattered that she went to the trouble just for him and he made a point to tell her so. As expected, the conversation centred around Dudley: what he did for a living, what it was like growing up with Harry Potter, what his background was and, of course, what were his parents like. Those questions understandably made him a bit nervous, and Dudley answered them as well as he could without going into detail about his parents' personalities. Dessert, which consisted of strawberry torte and custard, was scrumptious, and Dudley very happily enjoyed a second helping. After their coffee, Mr and Mrs Bell shooed the younger two away, insisting that they would clear off and wash the dishes.
“You go into the study. I've got to use the loo.” Katie pointed Dudley toward the study and he went inside.
Once inside, Dudley was reminded of his father's office at Grunnings. A large desk occupied the near wall and two leather armchairs flanked the fireplace across from him. The wall to his left was lined with bookshelves. Never much of a reader, the books housed there intrigued him. He scanned the shelves, taking note of the odd titles as well as some Muggle books as well. One particular book caught his eye, Love in the Wizarding World, and he took it down. Curiosity won over his better judgement and he opened to the table of contents, pausing to take a second look at the title of chapter eighteen, “Falling in Love with Muggles,” and immediately found the page and read the first paragraph.
Although once thought to be a dangerous practice, marrying Muggles is not disastrous to the wizard bloodline. The majority of Muggle-wizard unions result in at least a fifty-percent chance of producing magical children...
He skimmed through the chapter a bit more and stopped at a section titled: The Heart Bond.
Discovered by Unspeakables over fifty years ago, the Heart Bond exists to unite magical people and Muggles. The bond manifests itself when the two meet and their hearts, in a sense, find their match. The subjects quickly become involved and their courtship speeds up, progressing faster than one would normally expect. Since this bond only exists between Muggles and witches or wizards, it is theorized that this happens due to the shorter life-span of Muggles. It is thought to be virtually impossible to meet one's heart match, and incidences are rare. However, they should be taken seriously and encouraged to progress to marriage because...
“Dudley?”
He jumped at her voice, and the book fell from his hands and onto the floor. Before he could retrieve it, Katie Summoned the book into her hands.
She looked at the title and laughed. “You've got to be kidding, Dudley,” she teased, closing the book. “That book is ancient, like from when our parents were our age.” She put the book on the shelf and extended her hand to him and led him to the leather chairs. “Sit.”
Still confused from what he'd just read, he sat down and Katie placed herself on his lap.
“They like you,” she whispered in his ear. Her tongue began darting in and out of his tongue and then she sucked on his earlobe. “And you already know how I feel.” She moved back and gave him a quizzical look. “Dudley, what's wrong? Are you okay?”
“Er, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I'm just sleepy from your mum's cooking,” he answered, hoping it didn't sound as lame to her as it did to him.
“Yeah, Mum really outdid herself.” She placed her hand on the back of his head and played with his hair, easing his tension and making him close his eyes. “She was expecting Andrew as well, but he had to cancel at the last minute.” She laid her head on his shoulder and he couldn't help but hold her close and caress her back.
“Parents were enough for me,” he answered lightly. “Throwing a brother into the mix would have only made it worse.”
“Nah,” she purred, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt and placing her hand against his chest. “Andy is pretty laid back. It's Will you should be worried about. He takes his role as big brother very seriously.”
“Great. Thanks a lot,” Dudley answered dryly. “But can't be any worse than what Harry had to go through.”
“Ha! Ain't that the truth.”
They laughed a bit at Harry's expense and then moved toward each other for a kiss. One kiss led to another and soon they forgot where they were. Katie eventually broke their contact and looked at him.
“Do you want to stay?” she asked, her lips still puffy from kissing him. “Mum and Dad said you could. We can pretend you're using the spare room.”
He wanted to, really, he did. But he still needed to think about what he'd read in that book. Was that bond real? Is that what was going on between them? He needed to think about this whole thing on his own.
“I...I shouldn't. I don't feel comfortable with that idea, Kat.” He knew she was disappointed by the look on her face. “I just met them and I don't want them to know about...us.”
“Okay. You wanna go to my place?”
As much as he would love to spend the night with her body wrapped around his, he needed to be on his own tonight.
“I'm sorry but not tonight. Why don't you stay? You've said you don't get to stay here much anymore.” He brushed the hair out of her face and smiled to try and reassure her.
“Okay. I'll miss you,” she whispered.
After a few hours of playing Exploding Snap with her parents, Katie brought Dudley home, and for the first time since meeting her, Dudley didn't sleep at all.
