FIC: Dudley “Duds” Dursley [Harry/Draco]
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mini_festTitle: Dudley “Duds” Dursley
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Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: Few years post DH. Harry bumps into Dudley while out Christmas shopping. They go out for a pint. Dudley reveals what happened during the Christmas 1997 when the Dursleys were in hiding (you decide what it is) and Harry talks about his new girl/boyfriend (you decide who).
Word Count: 5231
Rating: NC-17
Contains (Highlight to view): * Rimming, snarky/playful/mischievious sex, bottom!draco, hectic Christmas shoppers, friendly!Dudley*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thank you so much to my lovely beta,yeaka for all her efforts with this story, you helped so much with getting it all sorted in the end <3 Also, thanks to my need to write this, we created something amazing, other than this story :)
Summary: Christmas shoppers are infuriating. Draco and mistletoe is even more infuriating. In which Harry reconnects with long-lost family, and has wild sex. Did I mention the sex?
Harry cursed under his breath as the seventeenth shopper of the day crashed into him without pause, bustling off without even so much as a, “Sorry.” He was quickly starting to think that coming out into Muggle London at this time of year in search of Christmas presents was a major error.
“That’s right, keep on walking, don’t mind me,” he muttered darkly.
Looking back to the department store he was about to enter, his mood worsened at the sight of even more crowds.
Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the war zone.
He started wandering around the Men’s Personal Grooming section. A nice cologne, perhaps? Would that satisfy his snarky boyfriend? It’d have to be expensive obviously; Draco Malfoy demanded nothing but the best.
“Ooomph.” Shopper number eighteen.
He started at the rows and rows of perfumes and fragrances, wondering what it could all possibly mean, while jostling with the crowds for his personal space. He started looking at the price tags, since the names meant nothing to him.
“Three hundred quid for a bit of liquid!” Harry exclaimed. He quickly put it back in pure shock. Then he rolled his eyes, thinking about what Draco would say. (“That’s nothing, Potter, you should see how much my underwear costs.”)
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked for an ostentatious bottle, grabbed the tester and sprayed it on a little card. It smelled like toilet cleaner. He quickly put it back. Grabbing another at random, this one smelled a little bit better. He read the words Hugo Boss down the side of the bottle. He thought he’d heard of that brand before.
Shrugging his shoulders, he figured this would do. Draco had requested “something Muggle” this year for his surprise present - he had multiple presents already, but Draco had picked them all out for himself and paid for them with Harry’s money. It was easier that way, to make sure Draco actually got what he wanted. Diva.
As he was grabbing the biggest version of the cologne he had picked out, shopper number nineteen crashed into him. Harry managed to not knock anything over and keep his feet, so it was a bit better than it could have been.
Turning around from the shelf, Harry came face to face with someone he hadn’t seen in seven years.
“Harry?” the man said, unsure if it was actually who he thought it was.
“Dudley?” Harry replied.
“It is you!” Dudley exclaimed.
Suddenly Harry found himself engulfed in a tight bear hug. Dudley had lost none of his boxer’s build and was still muscled and buff. He squeezed Harry very tightly, and he almost suffocated in the squeeze.
Finally able to pull back, Harry took a good look at Dudley. Time had been kind to his face, and he looked very handsome. He held the hand of a small boy that looked no older than five, and behind him was a lovely blonde woman who looked to be the same age as Dudley.
“It’s been so long, Dudley!” Harry exclaimed, shocked at how well he was doing. “Is this your family?”
“Yes, Harry, meet my wife, Lorna, and my son, Peter. Lorna, Peter, this is my cousin, Harry.”
“How do you do,” Harry said, shaking Lorna’s hand. Then he knelt down and looked at Peter. “My name’s Harry,” he said, in his best ‘good with kids’ voice.
Peter hid shyly behind Dudley’s leg.
“Sorry, he’s not great with people he’s never met before. He comes out of his shell more once he knows people better.”
“It’s OK,” Harry said, rising again.
“Harry, I haven’t seen you, well, since the end of… you know what.”
“The war? Yeah, it has been a while, that’s for sure.”
“Hey listen, we’re nearly done here, Lorna wants to take Peter to the children’s area for a while and I was planning on walking around on my own for a bit. Fancy a pint?”
“Sure, why not,” Harry said, gobsmacked at how well they were getting along, and at how much this new version of Dudley was considerate, polite and generally didn’t annoy him.
“OK, sounds great. Lorna, hunny, I’ll meet you back here just in front of the big Debenhams sign in an hour, yeah? OK, see you then.”
“I just have to purchase this. It’s a present,” Harry sighed, moving to the not-so-short queue.
“So, are you here with anyone, Harry?” Dudley asked.
“Oh, no, I’m shopping on my own today. Getting some last minute Christmas gifts, like everyone else.” He crashed into Dudley as another angry shopper stormed past.
“Number twenty!” Harry cursed.
Dudley laughed. “What’s that about?”
“I’ve been counting the number of people who have bashed into me so far today at the shops. That was number twenty. I swear, people at this time of year act like they’ve lost their minds.”
“I don’t really have any problems with other shoppers when I’m out,” Dudley said, laughing again.
“Must be something to do with all this bulk,” Harry said good naturedly, punching him in the bicep. “Ouch! That hurt! No wonder they avoid walking into you.”
They finally got to the head of the queue. Harry paid for Draco’s “Muggle surprise,” and they left the store.
“Where do you want to go, then?” Dudley asked.
“Not sure, Duds, I don’t really know London that well. Where’s good for a pint?”
“Probably the Fat Yak around the corner?”
“Sure, lead the way,”
They walked for a few more minutes, passing small chit chat. Dudley worked as a professional trainer and boxer now, and his young family had moved into a small ground floor flat in North Kensington, with a bit of a yard for their boy.
“It’s only temporary for the next little while; we plan on buying a place further out with more yard for Peter, and hopefully another little one sometime in the future.”
“Sounds like you have it all sorted out then, Dudley, I’m really happy to hear that.”
“Thanks mate.”
They entered the pub and walked to the bar, ordering some beers. They sat down at a booth for a bit of privacy.
“You know, I always wondered about what happened to you after the end of the war,” Dudley said. “Your lot kept Mum and Dad and I informed of what information they could, and they told us when you had won and it was safe for us again. After that Mum and Dad moved home, and I moved out.”
“Wow, you left home? At eighteen?”
“Yeah. Mum helped me with money of course, but I couldn’t stay with them anymore, not after realizing how they had treated you. I mean, you bloody well saved everyone’s butts and they still couldn’t recognize it.”
“Mmm,” Harry said, taking a sip, suppressing shock.
“For what it’s worth, I stand by what I said to you that day years ago, before we went into hiding. I don’t think like my parents do. I don’t think you’re a waste of space, or weird, or strange, or out of the ordinary or any of those other awful things they said. I’m sorry for how I behaved as a kid, and how unfairly they treated us. I know it must have been hard for you.”
“Thanks, Dudley, that really means alot to hear that. I really appreciate it.” Harry felt quite stunned at the turn around his previously obnoxious cousin had gone through. Maybe the war really had affected more than just the Wizarding world, even if it was just Dudley.
“Mum was just always jealous of your Mum, that Lily was special and she wasn’t. It turned her bitter. And Dad would support Mum no matter what she said, pussy whipped and all that.”
Harry choked on his beer. “That was really an image I didn’t need.”
“Sorry,” Dudley said, laughing.
They sat in amiable silence for a moment, while they both caught their breath, Harry from nearly having choked and Dudley from laughing so hard. They sipped their beers for a while, and ordered another when the waiter walked past.
“So, Harry, tell me about you. What have you been up to these past seven or so years?”
“Well, not a lot, really. It took me awhile to work out what I wanted to do. I’d spent all my life gearing up for a battle with a madman who could very possibly kill me. I didn’t think too much on what I was going to do afterwards. I’ve ended up in law enforcement, for my world’s government,” Harry said, figuring saying ‘I’m an Auror,’ wouldn’t mean a whole lot to Dudley. “Quite fitting really, considering I took down the biggest criminal of our time.”
“That’s really good, sounds like a nice secure job after what you’ve been through.”
“Oh, yeah, it has its moments where it’s a bore, but can be a real lot of fun. Draco thinks I’m an idiot, but I enjoy it.”
“Who’s Draco?”
“Oh! I forgot you didn’t know who he was, even from before the war.”
“He’s one of your kind then?”
“Yeah, Pureblood too.”
“Oh?”
“It means he has no Muggle parentage in his family line, everyone has been a wi- my kind of person.”
“That sort of thing exists?”
“Yeah, Duds, that’s sort of what the war was about. Mostly about power, but also about blood purity. The Purebloods who sided against us were fighting to eradicate Muggle-borns and Half-bloods as well as Muggles. They believed in blood purity, and didn’t want Muggle blood tainting their society. Of course, it was totally prejudiced and unacceptable.”
“And is this Draco like that?”
“He was… He was on the opposite side of the war to us. But when things got really bad for me and my friends, he helped us out. Seeing the awful things and being forced to do them himself as well… it changed him. His sense of right and wrong came out, and he knew that he and his family were on the wrong side. And then his mother saved my life.”
“Really? It all sounds so intense, so… frightening and... surreal. I don’t know how you managed it.”
“It was nearly the hardest thing in my life. Comes right behind tackling Muggle Christmas crowds.”
“Very funny. So I’m confused, who is this Draco, though? How come he thinks you’re an idiot?”
“Oh… Well, Draco’s my partner,” Harry said cautiously.
“Business partner?”
“No, Dudley, my partner, you know, my boyfriend?” Harry said, hoping Dudley wouldn’t react too badly to this piece of news.
“Oh… oh… your partner. You’re gay?”
“Ha, yes, Dudley, I am.”
“Oh, well that’s, that’s just great!”
Harry gave him a look that said ‘Really?’
“Harry, trust me, it’s all good. I’m fine with that. Lorna’s brother is gay, and we get along really well. It’s fine. I was just a little surprised at first, that’s all.”
“That’s OK.”
“So I take it that’s who the gift is for, then?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes. Spoilt brat of a boyfriend wanted “something Muggle” this year. I’ve no idea why, but he’s got it in his head somehow. He doesn’t really know anything about Muggles.”
Dudley swallowed a laugh and grinned at Harry. “They can be so fickle sometimes, can’t they, these other halves of ours.”
“Too right.”
They sat in silence a few moments, drinking beer and enjoying the peace from the maddening Christmas crowds.
“You know,” Harry finally said. “Draco and I are going to a family gathering of some of our friends a few days before Christmas. It’ll be at a Wizarding venue, but I’m sure we could work something out so you’d be allowed to come. You can meet who I think of as family… You can bring Lorna and Peter of course…”
“I think that’d actually be really good. We’d love to come.”
“Good. I’ll owl you the details then, once I’ve sorted it out with the venue.”
“Owl?”
“Oh, sorry!” Harry laughed. “I mean post you the details. An owl will deliver it, but it will come in your normal post,” Harry winked.
Dudley laughed uncertainly.
“Anyway,” Harry started. “I really should be heading off - Draco’s probably burning down the kitchen by now.”
“That bad, eh?”
“Total princess, that one.”
Dudley laughed.
“I’ll see you before Christmas, then,” Dudley said.
“It’s been great seeing you, Duds,” Harry exclaimed. “It’s been too long. We’ll have to keep in touch from now on.”
They both stood and embraced warmly.
“Don’t worry, we will.”
-
“Harry, mistletoe,” Draco pointed upwards.
“You just conjured that, didn’t you?” Harry grumbled.
“I never! How dare you suggest such a thing,” Draco smirked. “Now shut up and kiss me.” Draco grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a ravishing kiss. It extended for several minutes.
“Ahem,” came the purposeful cough. “Do you mind?” Hermione said.
Draco broke away and stared murderous, smoldering grey eyes at her.
“It’s a family gathering, you know,” she continued.
“I’m sorry, Hermione, you know the rules of mistletoe!” Draco exclaimed. He stepped out from under it, dragging Harry with him.
He stopped again and looked up. “Oh, look, Harry! More mistletoe!”
“That was most definitely not there before!” Harry exclaimed. He was dragged into another kiss, although somewhat shorter this time.
“Thanks, Harry, you know the rules,” Draco said.
They stepped away again, moving outwards from the centre of the room.
“I’m getting a drink,” Harry said, and took a few more steps outwards. Draco made to follow him. He suddenly pulled Harry to a stop.
“Wait! Look again!” Draco exclaimed mischievously, pointing upwards. Harry groaned.
“Let me guess, more mistletoe?” he exclaimed, covering his eyes.
“Yep!” Draco had a maniacal glint in his eyes as he pulled Harry down for yet another passionate kiss.
When they broke apart, Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m going to need a chapstick for Christmas soon if we’re not careful.”
“That can be arranged,” Draco laughed. “Oh look, right by us near the stairs, mistletoe again! You know what that means Harry!” he said, diving in for another kiss.
“If you wanted to go upstairs, Draco, you could have just said something,” Harry muttered after breaking away once again.
“Wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun, now would it?” Draco winked at Hermione and proceeded to drag Harry by the arm up the stairs.
“You’re such a little sneak, Draco.”
“How else am I supposed to get you up here and signal that I want the shag of my life when we’re surrounded by all those Weasleys?”
Harry choked just a little.
“I mean really, it’s bad enough you drag me to the Three Broomsticks in the first place for a Christmas party, let alone be surrounded by all that red hair. At least we have the privacy of our own room here.”
“Draco…”
“Shut it, Potter, you’re going to fuck me and that’s that.”
They had just reached the door to their room, and Draco shoved Harry up against the outside of the door, kissing his lips, cheeks, neck, earlobes, chest. He started ripping open his shirt and kissing further and further down Harry’s body.
“Draco! Don’t you think we should probably get inside first, before you start taking my clothes off?” Harry managed to gasp.
Draco didn’t pause his ministrations as he fished a key out of his pocket and opened the door, shoving Harry through in one hit. The door slammed behind them and Draco proceeded to push Harry back up against it, but on the inside of their room at least, this time.
Then he took hold of Harry’s shirt and ripped. Buttons went flying.
“Draco!”
Draco pulled the remains of Harry’s shirt away and proceeded to lave at one of his nipples, kissing and nipping and licking. His hands were busy at the same time unbuttoning Harry’s trousers, pulling down the fly and plunging his hands into his pants.
“Oh, Merlin!” Harry exclaimed.
“Get hard for me, Harry,” Draco purred.
He was already more than half hard in Draco’s hand, and Draco’s words went straight to his cock, making him fully hard.
“Right, enough of this,” Harry demanded. He slapped Draco’s hand away and suddenly reversed their positions, slamming Draco to the wall. He viciously attacked Draco’s lips, biting and licking his prey.
“You’re mine, Malfoy, and don’t you forget it.”
He quickly ripped off Draco’s clothes, leaving him in nothing but his socks and briefs.
“Get on the bed, now. Someone’s been a naughty, cheeky boy.”
Draco visibly gulped. “Potter…”
“You said you wanted the shag of your life, didn’t you? I suggest you do as I say.”
Draco suppressed a grin and climbed up onto the bed. When he was on all fours, he looked back over his shoulder at Harry. “What are you waiting for, then, come and get me,” he murmured, wiggling his hips just a little.
Harry growled. He strode across the room, stripping his own clothes as he went. He got to the bed and took hold of Draco’s arse. He kneaded those taut cheeks through his briefs, and Draco moaned. He started to rub further and further inwards, towards Draco’s still covered crack. He pushed in slightly to his entrance, rubbing the cloth against his hole.
He stepped back again abruptly, and removed his pants fully. Harry was now fully naked, erect cock standing up to attention in front of him. He licked his lips at the sight of nearly-naked Draco on the bed.
He stepped forward again and ever so slowly pulled down Draco’s white, virgin-like, briefs. He left them half way down his legs, trapped at his knees.
“I’m going to fuck you, Draco.”
Draco whined.
Harry spread those perfect white globes, and blew hot, warm breath over his hole. Draco’s whole body shuddered with anticipation, and he choked on another moan.
“This is all mine,” Harry growled.
“Yours,” Draco gasped.
Without any further hesitation, Harry swiped his tongue over the very top of Draco’s crack, and slowly dragged his tongue down, down, and jerking to a sudden stop before he reached Draco’s hole. He licked back up again, purely just to tease. He withdrew and placed rough, messy kisses to each of the globes of Draco’s arse. Then he licked and nibbled at those cheeks again and again.
He moved and bypassed Draco’s entrance, heading further down still, behind Draco’s balls. He licked the perineum and felt Draco moan and gasp.
He slowly dragged his tongue upwards, and teasingly withdrew it again. He hovered directly over Draco’s entrance and blew hot breath once more directly onto his hole.
“Harry! More, please, more,” Draco cried.
“Tell me what it is you want, Draco,” Harry demanded.
“More!”
“More of what?”
“I want you to lick me there! I want you to tongue fuck me, I want to feel your hot warmth on my hole. Please, Harry, please.”
“Well, when you beg so nicely…”
“Please…”
Harry blew teasingly over his hole a few more seconds, and started to lick just above his entrance. Draco was almost to the point of tears, he was so worked up, and Harry could feel his body shaking.
“Please, please, please, Harry!”
He circled the hole a few more moments, before finally taking a feather light swipe over the hole. Draco’s hips bucked. Harry withdrew slightly, then dived in for more, laving passionately at that hole.
The onslaught of sensation was almost too much for Draco, and his arms nearly gave out. His whole body was shaking. He felt that hot tongue lapping at his hole, teasing the outside and covering it with sticky warmth. His neck contorted in pleasure, moans falling freely from his lips.
His breath caught in his throat at the first tiny push of Harry’s tongue inside him. The tongue pushed more and more, until it breached his ring of muscles. Harry stopped there a moment and sucked. Draco howled.
The tongue started to move. Short little movements pushed in and out of him, and Harry’s lips kissed around it on every inward thrust.
“Harry…” Draco managed to gasp out. “I’m going to…”
Harry sped up, sucking harder, moving faster, intensifying every sensation. He pulled Draco closer and closer to his face with one hand on his hip, and the other reached around to Draco’s front. He took hold of Draco’s dripping and hard member and squeezed the head. He started to loosely wank Draco at the same time as tongue fucking his arse.
The combined sensation was too much. Draco felt white light start to blur his vision. A tingling sensation burst from his stomach, and rushed through his body to his head. His vision went black. He cried out, moaning, gasping. All he could feel was the dual sensation of Harry’s tongue in his arse, sucking and licking, and his hand squeezing his cock. He couldn’t hold on any longer. Intensity like he’d been electrified wracked his body, and he came forcefully, spurting his load over Harry’s hand and the sheets.
Harry continued to lazily lick Draco, no longer fucking him with his tongue but swiping careless licks all over the surface, sucking on occasion and kissing. His hand was also slowly pumping Draco’s dick.
Moments later, Draco was moaning and gasping, begging him to stop. It was sensation overload, and he couldn’t handle it after the magnitude of his orgasm.
“Harry, Harry, please stop… nghhh…”
Pulling away, Harry placed one last kiss to Draco’s hole, and whispered “Mine.” Draco shuddered.
Harry stood up and walked around the bed. He cast a quick cleaning charm over himself and the bed to remove Draco’s come. He purposefully left Draco dirty.
“I think I like you like this, disheveled and dirty and gorgeous,” Harry commented.
Draco had collapsed from his hands and knees, and was lying on his side, looking up at Harry through desire-lidded eyes. “Cheeky,” he murmured.
Harry smirked. He stood directly in front of him and started to lazily stroke his erection.
“Suck it, Draco,”
“Hmmmm, maybe…”
“Now!”
Draco grinned. “It’s so easy to tease you!”
Harry growled.
“Alright, I’m coming,” Draco drawled. He got up on his hands and knees again, and crawled forward seductively.
When he was face to face with Harry’s cock, he stopped and examined it for a few moments. It was angry and red, fully erect and leaking slightly from the tip. It demanded attention.
He looked up at Harry through his fringe, and swiped a tongue across the dripping tip, lapping up the salty sweetness that was Harry.
He darted his tongue out again for another swipe, and moaned around the taste. Then he licked his lips slowly and deliberately, all the while tilting his head up, knowing Harry could clearly see him teasing.
“Draco…” Harry said, a warning note in his voice.
Draco shook his head, laughing.
With that he took the head of Harry’s dick into his mouth and sucked. He laved the bottom and all around with his tongue, and placed kisses to all the sides and the tip. He started to suck again on the head, taking more and more into his mouth. He found a rhythm and started moving back and forward, all the while sucking and sucking.
Harry tipped his head back and groaned. His hands found Draco’s head and threaded through his hair. His hips started to jerk forwards into Draco’s face.
Draco kept taking more and more of Harry, until he was taking all of it.
“Merlin, I can’t, oh, not when you’re deep throating…” Harry gasped out. He started to slam into Draco’s face, using his hold in his hair as more leverage. “I’m so close…”
Suddenly, the door opened. The intruder started speaking without fully comprehending what was going on in the room.
“Harry! Your cousin is here! I let them in downstairs, with them being Muggles and all they needed approval, you should really come down…. Oh sweet Merlin! Fuck! Sorry mate!”
Ron went bright red. You’d never seen a Weasley move faster out of a room. The door slammed shut.
Draco had slowed and stopped his ministrations on hearing their intruder and was now rolling around on the bed dying of laughter. “Oh, Harry, his face!” Draco gasped.
“For fuck’s sake, this is not funny!” Harry grumbled. “I was so close!”
“Well, I have a good fix for that,” Draco said seductively, raising an eyebrow.
“Get on your back,” Harry said, voice firm.
“Ohhh, I love this ‘in charge’ Harry,” Draco grinned.
“Shut it, and get on you back.”
“Yes, sir,” Draco winked, rolling into position. “Come fuck me with your massive cock, baby.”
“Massive cock, hey?”
“Massive,” Draco said.
“Biggest you’ve ever had?”
“Well….”
“HEY!”
Draco laughed. “Of course, babe, you know that,” he winked.
Harry stayed standing at the edge of the bed. He grabbed one of Draco’s ankles and pulled him towards him.
“Come here,” he murmured, bending down for an intense kiss. He cast a silent spell, which effectively stretched and lubed Draco. “Like I said, you’re all mine.”
Harry had regained his hard on in no time, and was already lining his erection up to Draco’s entrance. They liked that particular spell for moments like these, when Harry liked to take Draco hard and fast. Draco’s breath hitched at the feel of the head of Harry’s cock touching his entrance, but not quite entering him yet. Harry was kissing him again, and he was losing himself in the feeling.
Then suddenly Harry pushed into him in one swift motion. He cried out, breaking their kiss, his eyes rolling back into his head and his back arching up off the bed. Pleasure/pain filled his senses.
Then, after a long pause, Harry started to move again. He was fast, pulling back out in an instant, and then plunging back into him. Each time he adjusted the angle ever so slightly. On the sixth stroke Draco saw stars as Harry hit him just right, just there, and he screamed and wrapped his arms around Harry’s back, digging his nails in.
Harry grinned. “Liked that, did you?” he said, stabbing once more into the same spot.
“Ohhh,” Draco moaned, unable to form words.
Harry continued to pound into him, hitting that spot over and over again. His speed increased, and it was so intense. Sensation was flooding Draco’s body. He could feel Harry’s body start to tense, and his thrusts become wild and erratic as he approached his own orgasm.
Sensing Draco was also close, Harry grabbed onto his cock and started to pump. Double intensity washed over Draco and he gasped and moaned. He bit into Harry’s shoulder, trying to hold out just a bit longer. The bite drove Harry wild, and he went even faster than before, if it was even possible. One more stroke of Harry’s cock, directly onto his prostate, and Draco came, howling Harry’s name and spreading sticky whiteness over both their chests. Draco tensed up and contracted all around Harry, and a few more strokes had Harry spurting into Draco as well.
They both held still a few moments, frozen in pleasure. Then finally they collapsed, in a messy, sticky heap.
Draco breathed deeply, holding Harry close.
“We should probably get cleaned up, so I can introduce you to Dudley and his family,” Harry murmured.
“Do we have to?” Draco moaned.
“Yes.”
“Might have warned me, I would have saved the messy sex until later.”
“I did warn you!” Harry exclaimed indignantly.
“Clearly not efficiently enough.”
“I told you at home, when we got here, after checking in, after the first drink downstairs, and then you started that stupid mistletoe prank with everyone right there… You knew they were coming tonight, don’t pull that one!”
There was a pause.
“Well you best get off me then if we’re going down to meet your family,” Draco said matter of factly.
“Right,” Harry said, awkwardly clambering off Draco. He put a hand out to help him up too.
“Quick shower?” Draco said.
“Definitely. You’re not meeting my straight cousin covered in come.”
“Very funny.” Draco dragged Harry in for a passionate kiss, and then dashed over to the bathroom door in one corner of the room.
-
Six years later
“Harry!” Dudley exclaimed. “I’m so glad you were able to meet with me on such short notice!”
“What’s wrong, Dudley?” Harry said, seeming worried. He had rushed down after work to the regular pub they met up in after receiving a text message from Dudley asking to meet him urgently. It was a Wednesday, and was very unusual for him to request to catch up right now, let alone urgently.
“Harry! I don’t… I don’t know how to explain it!”
“Explain what?” Harry said. “Here, sit down. I’ll get us some beers and then you can explain the whole thing.”
He went to the bar and got some drinks, the same as they usually got, Guinness for Dudley and Fosters for Harry.
He sat back down and passed Dudley his drink.
“Calm down, what’s happened?”
“Harry, it’s Peter. He… He…”
“Take a deep breath.”
“I don’t know how to say this. Here, probably better to show you,” Dudley said. He reached inside his jacket pocket, and withdrew a slightly yellowed parchment envelope. He turned it over to Harry.
Harry’s eyes immediately latched onto the Hogwarts crest in the top corner of the envelope, and he knew immediately what it was. He didn’t even need to take hold of the envelope and examine it.
“Dudley!” Harry exclaimed. “Do you know what this means?” Harry gasped, eyes wide, looking at Dudley.
“Peter has been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?”
“Yes! Dudley, this is great news! Peter’s a wizard!”
Dudley sat there looking dumbstruck, nursing his beer.
“It’s OK, he will have me and Draco and Hermione and Ron and everyone to help him through.” Peter had met and had taken a liking to Harry and Draco, and their friends, and they had been to many social functions together over the years. “And he’ll have Rose and Hugo there too! This is wonderful, Dudley!”
“A Dursley, at Hogwarts,” Dudley breathed.
“Wait until I tell Draco; he’ll be ecstatic about this.”
“I haven’t even told Lorna or Peter yet. It just came in the mail today, when I got home.”
“Do you mind if I have a look at the letter?”
“Go ahead.”
Harry opened it, and saw Minerva McGonagall’s familiar scrawl over the parchment, and signed off by her as Headmistress. He looked over the booklist for first years, which was always the largest as new students had so many more things to equip themselves with before heading to Hogwarts.
“Professor McGonagall is the Headmistress now, but when I went to Hogwarts she was the Transfiguration teacher and my head of house, Gryffindor. She’s strict, but a fair woman. You’ll like her.”
“Transfiguration? Hogwarts? Gryffindor? I’m so out of my depth here.”
Harry laughed. “It’s OK, you have me to help you through it all, Duds, don’t worry. Oh! I wonder which house Peter will be in! Draco will be trying to gear him up to be in Slytherin, no doubt. We can’t have that.”
“Slytherin?”
“Oh, Dudley, it’s going to be OK, I promise you!”
“A Dursley, at Hogwarts,” Dudley repeated.
Harry laughed.
Author:
g_bowneyesPairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: Few years post DH. Harry bumps into Dudley while out Christmas shopping. They go out for a pint. Dudley reveals what happened during the Christmas 1997 when the Dursleys were in hiding (you decide what it is) and Harry talks about his new girl/boyfriend (you decide who).
Word Count: 5231
Rating: NC-17
Contains (Highlight to view): * Rimming, snarky/playful/mischievious sex, bottom!draco, hectic Christmas shoppers, friendly!Dudley*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thank you so much to my lovely beta,
yeaka for all her efforts with this story, you helped so much with getting it all sorted in the end <3 Also, thanks to my need to write this, we created something amazing, other than this story :)Summary: Christmas shoppers are infuriating. Draco and mistletoe is even more infuriating. In which Harry reconnects with long-lost family, and has wild sex. Did I mention the sex?
Harry cursed under his breath as the seventeenth shopper of the day crashed into him without pause, bustling off without even so much as a, “Sorry.” He was quickly starting to think that coming out into Muggle London at this time of year in search of Christmas presents was a major error.
“That’s right, keep on walking, don’t mind me,” he muttered darkly.
Looking back to the department store he was about to enter, his mood worsened at the sight of even more crowds.
Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the war zone.
He started wandering around the Men’s Personal Grooming section. A nice cologne, perhaps? Would that satisfy his snarky boyfriend? It’d have to be expensive obviously; Draco Malfoy demanded nothing but the best.
“Ooomph.” Shopper number eighteen.
He started at the rows and rows of perfumes and fragrances, wondering what it could all possibly mean, while jostling with the crowds for his personal space. He started looking at the price tags, since the names meant nothing to him.
“Three hundred quid for a bit of liquid!” Harry exclaimed. He quickly put it back in pure shock. Then he rolled his eyes, thinking about what Draco would say. (“That’s nothing, Potter, you should see how much my underwear costs.”)
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked for an ostentatious bottle, grabbed the tester and sprayed it on a little card. It smelled like toilet cleaner. He quickly put it back. Grabbing another at random, this one smelled a little bit better. He read the words Hugo Boss down the side of the bottle. He thought he’d heard of that brand before.
Shrugging his shoulders, he figured this would do. Draco had requested “something Muggle” this year for his surprise present - he had multiple presents already, but Draco had picked them all out for himself and paid for them with Harry’s money. It was easier that way, to make sure Draco actually got what he wanted. Diva.
As he was grabbing the biggest version of the cologne he had picked out, shopper number nineteen crashed into him. Harry managed to not knock anything over and keep his feet, so it was a bit better than it could have been.
Turning around from the shelf, Harry came face to face with someone he hadn’t seen in seven years.
“Harry?” the man said, unsure if it was actually who he thought it was.
“Dudley?” Harry replied.
“It is you!” Dudley exclaimed.
Suddenly Harry found himself engulfed in a tight bear hug. Dudley had lost none of his boxer’s build and was still muscled and buff. He squeezed Harry very tightly, and he almost suffocated in the squeeze.
Finally able to pull back, Harry took a good look at Dudley. Time had been kind to his face, and he looked very handsome. He held the hand of a small boy that looked no older than five, and behind him was a lovely blonde woman who looked to be the same age as Dudley.
“It’s been so long, Dudley!” Harry exclaimed, shocked at how well he was doing. “Is this your family?”
“Yes, Harry, meet my wife, Lorna, and my son, Peter. Lorna, Peter, this is my cousin, Harry.”
“How do you do,” Harry said, shaking Lorna’s hand. Then he knelt down and looked at Peter. “My name’s Harry,” he said, in his best ‘good with kids’ voice.
Peter hid shyly behind Dudley’s leg.
“Sorry, he’s not great with people he’s never met before. He comes out of his shell more once he knows people better.”
“It’s OK,” Harry said, rising again.
“Harry, I haven’t seen you, well, since the end of… you know what.”
“The war? Yeah, it has been a while, that’s for sure.”
“Hey listen, we’re nearly done here, Lorna wants to take Peter to the children’s area for a while and I was planning on walking around on my own for a bit. Fancy a pint?”
“Sure, why not,” Harry said, gobsmacked at how well they were getting along, and at how much this new version of Dudley was considerate, polite and generally didn’t annoy him.
“OK, sounds great. Lorna, hunny, I’ll meet you back here just in front of the big Debenhams sign in an hour, yeah? OK, see you then.”
“I just have to purchase this. It’s a present,” Harry sighed, moving to the not-so-short queue.
“So, are you here with anyone, Harry?” Dudley asked.
“Oh, no, I’m shopping on my own today. Getting some last minute Christmas gifts, like everyone else.” He crashed into Dudley as another angry shopper stormed past.
“Number twenty!” Harry cursed.
Dudley laughed. “What’s that about?”
“I’ve been counting the number of people who have bashed into me so far today at the shops. That was number twenty. I swear, people at this time of year act like they’ve lost their minds.”
“I don’t really have any problems with other shoppers when I’m out,” Dudley said, laughing again.
“Must be something to do with all this bulk,” Harry said good naturedly, punching him in the bicep. “Ouch! That hurt! No wonder they avoid walking into you.”
They finally got to the head of the queue. Harry paid for Draco’s “Muggle surprise,” and they left the store.
“Where do you want to go, then?” Dudley asked.
“Not sure, Duds, I don’t really know London that well. Where’s good for a pint?”
“Probably the Fat Yak around the corner?”
“Sure, lead the way,”
They walked for a few more minutes, passing small chit chat. Dudley worked as a professional trainer and boxer now, and his young family had moved into a small ground floor flat in North Kensington, with a bit of a yard for their boy.
“It’s only temporary for the next little while; we plan on buying a place further out with more yard for Peter, and hopefully another little one sometime in the future.”
“Sounds like you have it all sorted out then, Dudley, I’m really happy to hear that.”
“Thanks mate.”
They entered the pub and walked to the bar, ordering some beers. They sat down at a booth for a bit of privacy.
“You know, I always wondered about what happened to you after the end of the war,” Dudley said. “Your lot kept Mum and Dad and I informed of what information they could, and they told us when you had won and it was safe for us again. After that Mum and Dad moved home, and I moved out.”
“Wow, you left home? At eighteen?”
“Yeah. Mum helped me with money of course, but I couldn’t stay with them anymore, not after realizing how they had treated you. I mean, you bloody well saved everyone’s butts and they still couldn’t recognize it.”
“Mmm,” Harry said, taking a sip, suppressing shock.
“For what it’s worth, I stand by what I said to you that day years ago, before we went into hiding. I don’t think like my parents do. I don’t think you’re a waste of space, or weird, or strange, or out of the ordinary or any of those other awful things they said. I’m sorry for how I behaved as a kid, and how unfairly they treated us. I know it must have been hard for you.”
“Thanks, Dudley, that really means alot to hear that. I really appreciate it.” Harry felt quite stunned at the turn around his previously obnoxious cousin had gone through. Maybe the war really had affected more than just the Wizarding world, even if it was just Dudley.
“Mum was just always jealous of your Mum, that Lily was special and she wasn’t. It turned her bitter. And Dad would support Mum no matter what she said, pussy whipped and all that.”
Harry choked on his beer. “That was really an image I didn’t need.”
“Sorry,” Dudley said, laughing.
They sat in amiable silence for a moment, while they both caught their breath, Harry from nearly having choked and Dudley from laughing so hard. They sipped their beers for a while, and ordered another when the waiter walked past.
“So, Harry, tell me about you. What have you been up to these past seven or so years?”
“Well, not a lot, really. It took me awhile to work out what I wanted to do. I’d spent all my life gearing up for a battle with a madman who could very possibly kill me. I didn’t think too much on what I was going to do afterwards. I’ve ended up in law enforcement, for my world’s government,” Harry said, figuring saying ‘I’m an Auror,’ wouldn’t mean a whole lot to Dudley. “Quite fitting really, considering I took down the biggest criminal of our time.”
“That’s really good, sounds like a nice secure job after what you’ve been through.”
“Oh, yeah, it has its moments where it’s a bore, but can be a real lot of fun. Draco thinks I’m an idiot, but I enjoy it.”
“Who’s Draco?”
“Oh! I forgot you didn’t know who he was, even from before the war.”
“He’s one of your kind then?”
“Yeah, Pureblood too.”
“Oh?”
“It means he has no Muggle parentage in his family line, everyone has been a wi- my kind of person.”
“That sort of thing exists?”
“Yeah, Duds, that’s sort of what the war was about. Mostly about power, but also about blood purity. The Purebloods who sided against us were fighting to eradicate Muggle-borns and Half-bloods as well as Muggles. They believed in blood purity, and didn’t want Muggle blood tainting their society. Of course, it was totally prejudiced and unacceptable.”
“And is this Draco like that?”
“He was… He was on the opposite side of the war to us. But when things got really bad for me and my friends, he helped us out. Seeing the awful things and being forced to do them himself as well… it changed him. His sense of right and wrong came out, and he knew that he and his family were on the wrong side. And then his mother saved my life.”
“Really? It all sounds so intense, so… frightening and... surreal. I don’t know how you managed it.”
“It was nearly the hardest thing in my life. Comes right behind tackling Muggle Christmas crowds.”
“Very funny. So I’m confused, who is this Draco, though? How come he thinks you’re an idiot?”
“Oh… Well, Draco’s my partner,” Harry said cautiously.
“Business partner?”
“No, Dudley, my partner, you know, my boyfriend?” Harry said, hoping Dudley wouldn’t react too badly to this piece of news.
“Oh… oh… your partner. You’re gay?”
“Ha, yes, Dudley, I am.”
“Oh, well that’s, that’s just great!”
Harry gave him a look that said ‘Really?’
“Harry, trust me, it’s all good. I’m fine with that. Lorna’s brother is gay, and we get along really well. It’s fine. I was just a little surprised at first, that’s all.”
“That’s OK.”
“So I take it that’s who the gift is for, then?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes. Spoilt brat of a boyfriend wanted “something Muggle” this year. I’ve no idea why, but he’s got it in his head somehow. He doesn’t really know anything about Muggles.”
Dudley swallowed a laugh and grinned at Harry. “They can be so fickle sometimes, can’t they, these other halves of ours.”
“Too right.”
They sat in silence a few moments, drinking beer and enjoying the peace from the maddening Christmas crowds.
“You know,” Harry finally said. “Draco and I are going to a family gathering of some of our friends a few days before Christmas. It’ll be at a Wizarding venue, but I’m sure we could work something out so you’d be allowed to come. You can meet who I think of as family… You can bring Lorna and Peter of course…”
“I think that’d actually be really good. We’d love to come.”
“Good. I’ll owl you the details then, once I’ve sorted it out with the venue.”
“Owl?”
“Oh, sorry!” Harry laughed. “I mean post you the details. An owl will deliver it, but it will come in your normal post,” Harry winked.
Dudley laughed uncertainly.
“Anyway,” Harry started. “I really should be heading off - Draco’s probably burning down the kitchen by now.”
“That bad, eh?”
“Total princess, that one.”
Dudley laughed.
“I’ll see you before Christmas, then,” Dudley said.
“It’s been great seeing you, Duds,” Harry exclaimed. “It’s been too long. We’ll have to keep in touch from now on.”
They both stood and embraced warmly.
“Don’t worry, we will.”
-
“Harry, mistletoe,” Draco pointed upwards.
“You just conjured that, didn’t you?” Harry grumbled.
“I never! How dare you suggest such a thing,” Draco smirked. “Now shut up and kiss me.” Draco grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a ravishing kiss. It extended for several minutes.
“Ahem,” came the purposeful cough. “Do you mind?” Hermione said.
Draco broke away and stared murderous, smoldering grey eyes at her.
“It’s a family gathering, you know,” she continued.
“I’m sorry, Hermione, you know the rules of mistletoe!” Draco exclaimed. He stepped out from under it, dragging Harry with him.
He stopped again and looked up. “Oh, look, Harry! More mistletoe!”
“That was most definitely not there before!” Harry exclaimed. He was dragged into another kiss, although somewhat shorter this time.
“Thanks, Harry, you know the rules,” Draco said.
They stepped away again, moving outwards from the centre of the room.
“I’m getting a drink,” Harry said, and took a few more steps outwards. Draco made to follow him. He suddenly pulled Harry to a stop.
“Wait! Look again!” Draco exclaimed mischievously, pointing upwards. Harry groaned.
“Let me guess, more mistletoe?” he exclaimed, covering his eyes.
“Yep!” Draco had a maniacal glint in his eyes as he pulled Harry down for yet another passionate kiss.
When they broke apart, Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m going to need a chapstick for Christmas soon if we’re not careful.”
“That can be arranged,” Draco laughed. “Oh look, right by us near the stairs, mistletoe again! You know what that means Harry!” he said, diving in for another kiss.
“If you wanted to go upstairs, Draco, you could have just said something,” Harry muttered after breaking away once again.
“Wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun, now would it?” Draco winked at Hermione and proceeded to drag Harry by the arm up the stairs.
“You’re such a little sneak, Draco.”
“How else am I supposed to get you up here and signal that I want the shag of my life when we’re surrounded by all those Weasleys?”
Harry choked just a little.
“I mean really, it’s bad enough you drag me to the Three Broomsticks in the first place for a Christmas party, let alone be surrounded by all that red hair. At least we have the privacy of our own room here.”
“Draco…”
“Shut it, Potter, you’re going to fuck me and that’s that.”
They had just reached the door to their room, and Draco shoved Harry up against the outside of the door, kissing his lips, cheeks, neck, earlobes, chest. He started ripping open his shirt and kissing further and further down Harry’s body.
“Draco! Don’t you think we should probably get inside first, before you start taking my clothes off?” Harry managed to gasp.
Draco didn’t pause his ministrations as he fished a key out of his pocket and opened the door, shoving Harry through in one hit. The door slammed behind them and Draco proceeded to push Harry back up against it, but on the inside of their room at least, this time.
Then he took hold of Harry’s shirt and ripped. Buttons went flying.
“Draco!”
Draco pulled the remains of Harry’s shirt away and proceeded to lave at one of his nipples, kissing and nipping and licking. His hands were busy at the same time unbuttoning Harry’s trousers, pulling down the fly and plunging his hands into his pants.
“Oh, Merlin!” Harry exclaimed.
“Get hard for me, Harry,” Draco purred.
He was already more than half hard in Draco’s hand, and Draco’s words went straight to his cock, making him fully hard.
“Right, enough of this,” Harry demanded. He slapped Draco’s hand away and suddenly reversed their positions, slamming Draco to the wall. He viciously attacked Draco’s lips, biting and licking his prey.
“You’re mine, Malfoy, and don’t you forget it.”
He quickly ripped off Draco’s clothes, leaving him in nothing but his socks and briefs.
“Get on the bed, now. Someone’s been a naughty, cheeky boy.”
Draco visibly gulped. “Potter…”
“You said you wanted the shag of your life, didn’t you? I suggest you do as I say.”
Draco suppressed a grin and climbed up onto the bed. When he was on all fours, he looked back over his shoulder at Harry. “What are you waiting for, then, come and get me,” he murmured, wiggling his hips just a little.
Harry growled. He strode across the room, stripping his own clothes as he went. He got to the bed and took hold of Draco’s arse. He kneaded those taut cheeks through his briefs, and Draco moaned. He started to rub further and further inwards, towards Draco’s still covered crack. He pushed in slightly to his entrance, rubbing the cloth against his hole.
He stepped back again abruptly, and removed his pants fully. Harry was now fully naked, erect cock standing up to attention in front of him. He licked his lips at the sight of nearly-naked Draco on the bed.
He stepped forward again and ever so slowly pulled down Draco’s white, virgin-like, briefs. He left them half way down his legs, trapped at his knees.
“I’m going to fuck you, Draco.”
Draco whined.
Harry spread those perfect white globes, and blew hot, warm breath over his hole. Draco’s whole body shuddered with anticipation, and he choked on another moan.
“This is all mine,” Harry growled.
“Yours,” Draco gasped.
Without any further hesitation, Harry swiped his tongue over the very top of Draco’s crack, and slowly dragged his tongue down, down, and jerking to a sudden stop before he reached Draco’s hole. He licked back up again, purely just to tease. He withdrew and placed rough, messy kisses to each of the globes of Draco’s arse. Then he licked and nibbled at those cheeks again and again.
He moved and bypassed Draco’s entrance, heading further down still, behind Draco’s balls. He licked the perineum and felt Draco moan and gasp.
He slowly dragged his tongue upwards, and teasingly withdrew it again. He hovered directly over Draco’s entrance and blew hot breath once more directly onto his hole.
“Harry! More, please, more,” Draco cried.
“Tell me what it is you want, Draco,” Harry demanded.
“More!”
“More of what?”
“I want you to lick me there! I want you to tongue fuck me, I want to feel your hot warmth on my hole. Please, Harry, please.”
“Well, when you beg so nicely…”
“Please…”
Harry blew teasingly over his hole a few more seconds, and started to lick just above his entrance. Draco was almost to the point of tears, he was so worked up, and Harry could feel his body shaking.
“Please, please, please, Harry!”
He circled the hole a few more moments, before finally taking a feather light swipe over the hole. Draco’s hips bucked. Harry withdrew slightly, then dived in for more, laving passionately at that hole.
The onslaught of sensation was almost too much for Draco, and his arms nearly gave out. His whole body was shaking. He felt that hot tongue lapping at his hole, teasing the outside and covering it with sticky warmth. His neck contorted in pleasure, moans falling freely from his lips.
His breath caught in his throat at the first tiny push of Harry’s tongue inside him. The tongue pushed more and more, until it breached his ring of muscles. Harry stopped there a moment and sucked. Draco howled.
The tongue started to move. Short little movements pushed in and out of him, and Harry’s lips kissed around it on every inward thrust.
“Harry…” Draco managed to gasp out. “I’m going to…”
Harry sped up, sucking harder, moving faster, intensifying every sensation. He pulled Draco closer and closer to his face with one hand on his hip, and the other reached around to Draco’s front. He took hold of Draco’s dripping and hard member and squeezed the head. He started to loosely wank Draco at the same time as tongue fucking his arse.
The combined sensation was too much. Draco felt white light start to blur his vision. A tingling sensation burst from his stomach, and rushed through his body to his head. His vision went black. He cried out, moaning, gasping. All he could feel was the dual sensation of Harry’s tongue in his arse, sucking and licking, and his hand squeezing his cock. He couldn’t hold on any longer. Intensity like he’d been electrified wracked his body, and he came forcefully, spurting his load over Harry’s hand and the sheets.
Harry continued to lazily lick Draco, no longer fucking him with his tongue but swiping careless licks all over the surface, sucking on occasion and kissing. His hand was also slowly pumping Draco’s dick.
Moments later, Draco was moaning and gasping, begging him to stop. It was sensation overload, and he couldn’t handle it after the magnitude of his orgasm.
“Harry, Harry, please stop… nghhh…”
Pulling away, Harry placed one last kiss to Draco’s hole, and whispered “Mine.” Draco shuddered.
Harry stood up and walked around the bed. He cast a quick cleaning charm over himself and the bed to remove Draco’s come. He purposefully left Draco dirty.
“I think I like you like this, disheveled and dirty and gorgeous,” Harry commented.
Draco had collapsed from his hands and knees, and was lying on his side, looking up at Harry through desire-lidded eyes. “Cheeky,” he murmured.
Harry smirked. He stood directly in front of him and started to lazily stroke his erection.
“Suck it, Draco,”
“Hmmmm, maybe…”
“Now!”
Draco grinned. “It’s so easy to tease you!”
Harry growled.
“Alright, I’m coming,” Draco drawled. He got up on his hands and knees again, and crawled forward seductively.
When he was face to face with Harry’s cock, he stopped and examined it for a few moments. It was angry and red, fully erect and leaking slightly from the tip. It demanded attention.
He looked up at Harry through his fringe, and swiped a tongue across the dripping tip, lapping up the salty sweetness that was Harry.
He darted his tongue out again for another swipe, and moaned around the taste. Then he licked his lips slowly and deliberately, all the while tilting his head up, knowing Harry could clearly see him teasing.
“Draco…” Harry said, a warning note in his voice.
Draco shook his head, laughing.
With that he took the head of Harry’s dick into his mouth and sucked. He laved the bottom and all around with his tongue, and placed kisses to all the sides and the tip. He started to suck again on the head, taking more and more into his mouth. He found a rhythm and started moving back and forward, all the while sucking and sucking.
Harry tipped his head back and groaned. His hands found Draco’s head and threaded through his hair. His hips started to jerk forwards into Draco’s face.
Draco kept taking more and more of Harry, until he was taking all of it.
“Merlin, I can’t, oh, not when you’re deep throating…” Harry gasped out. He started to slam into Draco’s face, using his hold in his hair as more leverage. “I’m so close…”
Suddenly, the door opened. The intruder started speaking without fully comprehending what was going on in the room.
“Harry! Your cousin is here! I let them in downstairs, with them being Muggles and all they needed approval, you should really come down…. Oh sweet Merlin! Fuck! Sorry mate!”
Ron went bright red. You’d never seen a Weasley move faster out of a room. The door slammed shut.
Draco had slowed and stopped his ministrations on hearing their intruder and was now rolling around on the bed dying of laughter. “Oh, Harry, his face!” Draco gasped.
“For fuck’s sake, this is not funny!” Harry grumbled. “I was so close!”
“Well, I have a good fix for that,” Draco said seductively, raising an eyebrow.
“Get on your back,” Harry said, voice firm.
“Ohhh, I love this ‘in charge’ Harry,” Draco grinned.
“Shut it, and get on you back.”
“Yes, sir,” Draco winked, rolling into position. “Come fuck me with your massive cock, baby.”
“Massive cock, hey?”
“Massive,” Draco said.
“Biggest you’ve ever had?”
“Well….”
“HEY!”
Draco laughed. “Of course, babe, you know that,” he winked.
Harry stayed standing at the edge of the bed. He grabbed one of Draco’s ankles and pulled him towards him.
“Come here,” he murmured, bending down for an intense kiss. He cast a silent spell, which effectively stretched and lubed Draco. “Like I said, you’re all mine.”
Harry had regained his hard on in no time, and was already lining his erection up to Draco’s entrance. They liked that particular spell for moments like these, when Harry liked to take Draco hard and fast. Draco’s breath hitched at the feel of the head of Harry’s cock touching his entrance, but not quite entering him yet. Harry was kissing him again, and he was losing himself in the feeling.
Then suddenly Harry pushed into him in one swift motion. He cried out, breaking their kiss, his eyes rolling back into his head and his back arching up off the bed. Pleasure/pain filled his senses.
Then, after a long pause, Harry started to move again. He was fast, pulling back out in an instant, and then plunging back into him. Each time he adjusted the angle ever so slightly. On the sixth stroke Draco saw stars as Harry hit him just right, just there, and he screamed and wrapped his arms around Harry’s back, digging his nails in.
Harry grinned. “Liked that, did you?” he said, stabbing once more into the same spot.
“Ohhh,” Draco moaned, unable to form words.
Harry continued to pound into him, hitting that spot over and over again. His speed increased, and it was so intense. Sensation was flooding Draco’s body. He could feel Harry’s body start to tense, and his thrusts become wild and erratic as he approached his own orgasm.
Sensing Draco was also close, Harry grabbed onto his cock and started to pump. Double intensity washed over Draco and he gasped and moaned. He bit into Harry’s shoulder, trying to hold out just a bit longer. The bite drove Harry wild, and he went even faster than before, if it was even possible. One more stroke of Harry’s cock, directly onto his prostate, and Draco came, howling Harry’s name and spreading sticky whiteness over both their chests. Draco tensed up and contracted all around Harry, and a few more strokes had Harry spurting into Draco as well.
They both held still a few moments, frozen in pleasure. Then finally they collapsed, in a messy, sticky heap.
Draco breathed deeply, holding Harry close.
“We should probably get cleaned up, so I can introduce you to Dudley and his family,” Harry murmured.
“Do we have to?” Draco moaned.
“Yes.”
“Might have warned me, I would have saved the messy sex until later.”
“I did warn you!” Harry exclaimed indignantly.
“Clearly not efficiently enough.”
“I told you at home, when we got here, after checking in, after the first drink downstairs, and then you started that stupid mistletoe prank with everyone right there… You knew they were coming tonight, don’t pull that one!”
There was a pause.
“Well you best get off me then if we’re going down to meet your family,” Draco said matter of factly.
“Right,” Harry said, awkwardly clambering off Draco. He put a hand out to help him up too.
“Quick shower?” Draco said.
“Definitely. You’re not meeting my straight cousin covered in come.”
“Very funny.” Draco dragged Harry in for a passionate kiss, and then dashed over to the bathroom door in one corner of the room.
-
Six years later
“Harry!” Dudley exclaimed. “I’m so glad you were able to meet with me on such short notice!”
“What’s wrong, Dudley?” Harry said, seeming worried. He had rushed down after work to the regular pub they met up in after receiving a text message from Dudley asking to meet him urgently. It was a Wednesday, and was very unusual for him to request to catch up right now, let alone urgently.
“Harry! I don’t… I don’t know how to explain it!”
“Explain what?” Harry said. “Here, sit down. I’ll get us some beers and then you can explain the whole thing.”
He went to the bar and got some drinks, the same as they usually got, Guinness for Dudley and Fosters for Harry.
He sat back down and passed Dudley his drink.
“Calm down, what’s happened?”
“Harry, it’s Peter. He… He…”
“Take a deep breath.”
“I don’t know how to say this. Here, probably better to show you,” Dudley said. He reached inside his jacket pocket, and withdrew a slightly yellowed parchment envelope. He turned it over to Harry.
Harry’s eyes immediately latched onto the Hogwarts crest in the top corner of the envelope, and he knew immediately what it was. He didn’t even need to take hold of the envelope and examine it.
“Dudley!” Harry exclaimed. “Do you know what this means?” Harry gasped, eyes wide, looking at Dudley.
“Peter has been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?”
“Yes! Dudley, this is great news! Peter’s a wizard!”
Dudley sat there looking dumbstruck, nursing his beer.
“It’s OK, he will have me and Draco and Hermione and Ron and everyone to help him through.” Peter had met and had taken a liking to Harry and Draco, and their friends, and they had been to many social functions together over the years. “And he’ll have Rose and Hugo there too! This is wonderful, Dudley!”
“A Dursley, at Hogwarts,” Dudley breathed.
“Wait until I tell Draco; he’ll be ecstatic about this.”
“I haven’t even told Lorna or Peter yet. It just came in the mail today, when I got home.”
“Do you mind if I have a look at the letter?”
“Go ahead.”
Harry opened it, and saw Minerva McGonagall’s familiar scrawl over the parchment, and signed off by her as Headmistress. He looked over the booklist for first years, which was always the largest as new students had so many more things to equip themselves with before heading to Hogwarts.
“Professor McGonagall is the Headmistress now, but when I went to Hogwarts she was the Transfiguration teacher and my head of house, Gryffindor. She’s strict, but a fair woman. You’ll like her.”
“Transfiguration? Hogwarts? Gryffindor? I’m so out of my depth here.”
Harry laughed. “It’s OK, you have me to help you through it all, Duds, don’t worry. Oh! I wonder which house Peter will be in! Draco will be trying to gear him up to be in Slytherin, no doubt. We can’t have that.”
“Slytherin?”
“Oh, Dudley, it’s going to be OK, I promise you!”
“A Dursley, at Hogwarts,” Dudley repeated.
Harry laughed.
