Fic. Prompt 31. Nature Girl Rocks.
Title: Mixing worlds
Author: naturegirlrocks
Prompt: #31
Pairing: Dudley/Pansy, mentions of Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): none
Word count: about 3400
Summary: Pansy meets a Muggle at a pub, it changes both their lives.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated characters and settings remain the intellectual property of JK Rowling and her associates. We are very grateful for permission to play with them.
Pansy was holding Draco’s hand very hard as they stepped inside the Muggle pub. She glanced around at the dark wooden interior and the booths that were filled with mostly men. There were eight women in the back, who were loud and quite pissed. One of the women wore a small white veil and a horrible neon-pink dress with low cleavage. She was also sporting a kind of necklace made of Muggle rubber contraceptives. Pansy suddenly felt scared and gripped Draco’s hand harder.
“Don’t you dare leave me,” she whined.
“Don’t worry, Pans.” Draco smiled at her, easing out of her hold. “I’ll be quick.”
Pansy bit her lower lip as she watched her best friend disappear though the door to the men’s loo. Yes, he would be quick, she thought, Potter was not with him. If the Boy-become-Man-Hero was here, Draco would not leave the loo for a considerable time. She stood nervously and shifted her feet. The three Muggle men in the closest booth looked her over quite hungrily. Why had she ever agreed to this?
Because Draco was bored, that’s why. And everyone, without exception, must oblige to the blond’s every urge because… because… Well, just because. Damn Potter for going to America on a ‘lecture tour’. Pansy suspected that Potter had become a public motivational speaker just so he occasionally could get away from Draco’s whims. That left Pansy next in line for entertainment. It was not like she had better things to do. She could have been at home, with her new Muggle telly, watching those operas about soap that were so addictive, though nobody ever sang or never even mentioned soap.
She tried again to ignore the need to push down her dress; it would not go further down anyway. It reached the top her knees, it showed her knees. Good pureblood girls did not flaunter around Muggle London showing their knees in a black and sparkly thing made of…
What was it? Polly-Esther Blend? Who was this woman, and why did she have to make so strange clothes? Pansy considered writing Ms. Blend to complain. But then again, having a name like ‘Polly-Esther’ maybe had made the woman vengeful on the world. Pansy hugged her evening bag to her chest; it contained her wand and nothing else.
“Lost your boyfriend, love?” asked a bulky Muggle man with a leering smile. “Why don’t you come and keep us warm?”
“Lay off it, Piers,” muttered his companion.
They looked like they were in their early thirties, a bit older than herself. She took a step closer to the loo, urging Draco with her mind to pee faster. Pansy glanced over to the second man. He was just as bulky as his friend, but more muscular. He reminded her of Goyle in some way. He was kind of cute.
“You look lonely, love,” said the obnoxious man whose name was Piers. “I could keep you company, your boyfriend looked like poofter anyway.”
“I’m nobody’s love!” spat Pansy. “Go suck a toad!”
Just then Draco exited the loo. He gave her a shiny smile.
“All right, love?” he asked.
Pansy rolled her eyes and dragged Draco out of the pub. She could swear the Muggles were laughing at her.
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She did not know why she retuned. Alone. At least she was wearing decent clothes this time. A light-pink cotton jumper and a gray wizard-made skirt that hid her knees like a good girl.
Perhaps it was because of a self-torturing sense of adventure. Perhaps it was because she would not let Daphne Greengrass and her sister outshine her at another ‘Malfoys’-making-up-for-being-Death-Eaters-and-now-doing-charity’ party, and had got lost in Muggle London looking for the perfect dress. Either way, she stepped in to the pub, dumped her purchases on the floor and climbed up on a strangely high stool by the bar.
The bartender was a middle-aged woman with a bad red hair dye. She smiled kindly and asked what Pansy would like to have.
“Errr…” Pansy looked at the myriads of bottles behind the woman; it looked like Draco’s laboratory. “What do you recommend?”
“Do you want the weekly special?” asked the woman, still smiling.
“Yes,” Pansy was relieved, that was simple enough. “Please.”
A minute later she was staring at a tall glass of slightly murky yellowish bubbling liquid adorned with a piece of lemon and a hollow red stick of plastic. It scared the shit out of her, and she had done NEWT-level potions partnered with Blaise ‘master of goo’ Zabini.
“A pint, please, Maggie,” said a dark male voice beside her and a big hand placed a five-pound note on the bar.
Pansy glanced at the man and recognised him from the other night. She winced.
“Your friend is not here, is he?”
The man gave her a surprised look, but then seemed to recognise her as well and shook his head.
“Nah, Piers is with his wife.”
“He is married?” Pansy huffed. “How has he managed that with that attitude?”
“Lucky, I guess.”
The man shrugged and held out his hands for his pint and change. Pansy bit her lip looking at the bicep straining the short arm of the t-shirt. She always had had a fondness for large men. Not Slughorn-large, Merlin forbid but the type like the Oliver Wood-, Viktor Krum-, Cedric Diggory-kind. This man was like that, but with a nice mix of Crabbe and Goyle. He felt safe and it had been a long time…
And he was a Muggle. Daphne would be so jealous! She held out her hand.
“Pansy,” she said. “Parkinson."
“Dudley Dursley,” said the man and blushed, taking her hand with his free one.
There was something familiar with that name but Pansy could not put her finger on it.
“May I join you?”
“Why?” Dudley stammered, looking flushed. “I… I… I mean… yes.”
Pansy scooted down from the high stool; nearly loosing balance as her semi-high heels hit the floor. Dudley held out a hand to steady her. She smiled and let him lead her to a booth by the window. The bubbly drink was gripped firmly in her hand. She took a sip from it when they sat down. It tasted like lemon, ginger and alcohol. Quite nice.
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Dudley Dursley could not believe his luck. He had gone to his regular local pub just to get a pint and get away from the loneliness of his small apartment, and he had arrived home with a very pretty woman on his arm. Her name was Pansy; she had the name of a pretty flower, just like his mother - but Dudley did not hold that against her.
And now he awoke with that woman naked next to him, feeling more content with life than ever before. Sex with her had been invigorating, like she had supplied him with a power that he never felt before. He was sure that he had seen stars at some point. Knowing this was only temporary, that she would wake up, see him and leave - he allowed himself to study her sleeping form.
She had a cute pug-nose, soft dark brown hair and deep chestnut eyes under those darkly made up eyelids. And her mouth, her mouth was soft and had tasted of ginger from that girly drink she had been continuously ordering for the last two hours at the pub. She was witty and really listened to what he said, like she never had heard anything like it. Like…
His insecurities took over and he rose from the bed, carefully not to wake her. His bathrobe was on the side of the closet door and he pulled it on. He walked over to her shopping bags, peaking inside. Clothes, probably dresses, lots and lots of fabric and frill. Was that a wedding dress? Dudley bit his lip and glanced back to the bed. Either the woman was going to get married or she had no sense of what she had been buying.
Please, please, please Dudley closed his eyes and reached for her handbag with a scrounged up face. Before he could get a hold of the bag it slipped past his fingers.
“Accio!”
Dudley looked at the beautiful naked woman in his bed with defeat. She was hugging her purse to her bare chest and pointing at him with a wand. Her face was both frightened and angry. Dudley sighed, he was too sad to be upset.
“I hope you enjoyed making a fool of me,” he said. “I hope Harry gets his laugh.”
He turned away from her surprised face and walked to the kitchen. Tea, that’s what he needed now. It was heartbreaking that his cousin still would do this. Harry had promised Dudley that he would leave him and his parents alone. He shivered at the memory of the pig’s tale he had surgically removed, not just once but four times. Absently he scratched the end of his back.
“You know Harry?”
Dudley turned around to se Pansy standing in the doorway to the kitchen. The bed sheets were wrapped over her left shoulder, leaving the other shoulder bare so that she still could hold the wand out before her and point it on him. She was beautiful; of course she was a witch. No normal female would ever want to sleep with Dudley Dursley.
“Don’t you know?” he asked.
“What?” She stepped closer, over the threshold. “How do you know about wizards? Who are you? How do you know Harry?”
“How do you know Harry?” Dudley asked back, this was a little confusing.
“My best friend his is boyfriend,” Pansy shrugged her bare shoulder, showing her perfect skin.
“Boyfr…” Dudley dropped the cup he had just taken out of the cupboard. “Harry’s gay?”
“Who are you?!”
“I’m his cousin.”
The woman lowered her wand, looking stunned. Then she looked down at the smashed china. She twirled her wand, merging the shards together and floated the repaired cup to her hand.
“Can I have some tea?” she asked in a low voice, sitting down at his kitchen table, still wrapped in the sheet.
Dudley had half a mind to ask her to conjure it herself and than leave on the broom she blown in on. But then again, she had not blown in on a broom. He had brought her back here. They did have sex, Dudley’s first since Marbella Norbert (a slutty friend of Piers’ wife) had taken pity on him about eight months ago. He just sighed again and put the kettle on.
He held out a teabag to Pansy. She took it and turned the envelope carefully in her hand. Sighing Dudley took it back and opened it for her, putting it in her cup. Her bright eyes lit up as she understood.
“That is pretty smart,” she said. “I wonder why we don’t have that.”
“Wizards are stuck up,” shrugged Dudley, preparing his own cup. “You probably think a teabag is too common for you.”
“We’re stuck up?” she frowned and looked down at her cup. “How many wizards have you met to base this on?”
“Enough,” Dudley sighed and felt a little ashamed - he knew he was prejudging. “But my mom’s sister was a witch, and mom always said she was a snob.”
“Funny,” Pansy played with her wand, still looking down. “That’s just what Harry says about his Muggle family.”
“He does?”
There was some silence as Dudley lifted the kettle off the stove and poured water in their cups. Pansy seemed fascinated over how the teabag coloured the clear liquid. When Dudley dipped the bag up and down, she did the same.
“What wizards have you met?” she asked, finally looking up at him.
“Harry,” Dudley winced and took a sip of hot beverage. “Then there was that giant hairy one that came and took Harry away…”
“Hagrid?” she laughed. “You think Hagrid is stuck up?”
“Then I met your principal, with the beard. And then Harry’s two friends when they came to take their so called revenge on me and my parents...”
“What did they do?” Suddenly serious.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he rubbed his backside once more. “Why do you have a wedding dress in your shopping bag?”
“Wedding…” Pansy turned and looked back to the other room where her bags were. “Is it? Shit! Shit! And I thought it was so pretty!” she slapped her forehead. “Daphne’s would just love that.”
“Who is Daphne?” Dudley discovered that he liked having company in the morning and really wanted her to stay a while more. “A friend?”
“Not really…” Pansy took a swig from her cup. “We were kind of friends in school, but then we got into this stupid thing during the war. We were in love with the same guy so we always tried to outdo each other and put each other down. Then when the guy turned out to be gay, we were just stuck in a kind of competition.” She laughed. “I guess one could say that we love to hate each other.”
“And the dress?”
“I was going to wear it at the ‘Malfoy-hey-look-we-are-good-guys’- party,” she pouted a bit and emptied her cup.
“What is that?” Dudley still had half a cup left.
“Only the most extravagant charity event of the year,” grumbled Pansy. “I was totally planning on outshining Daphne this time, and her silly sister.”
“I don’t know this Daphne… or her sister,” he blushed and tried to meet her eyes. “But I think you could outshine them what ever you wore. You could probably outshine them in that sheet.”
“Oh, you are so cute!” Pansy looked down at the sheet. “This is a little embarrassing…”
“I really liked last night,” Dudley breathed in a fit of courage. “I liked it a lot.”
“Me too,” she adjusted some stray dark brown hair behind her left ear.
They sat quietly for about a minute. Dudley wracked his mind for what to say to make her stay just a little bit longer. He did not care that she was a witch. His mother was wrong, they were not all freaks.
“Would you like me to help you?” he splurted out. “To find a dress, I mean.”
“You would do that?” she asked, her eyes widening. “You don’t look like the kind of guy who likes shopping.”
“I don’t,” he blushed and sipped the last of his tea to hide it. “But I like to help you thwart this Daphne person. And I got the day off from the gym.”
Pansy stared at him for a long while. Dudley twisted uncertainly in his chair. He had never felt so scrutinised in his life, not even when he had offered Harry his hand in apology when the man visited him in the hospital’s post-op. Harry had accepted the hand but had then left never to be seen since. That was over three years ago.
“You are cute. You can come with me,” said Pansy giving him a look that almost seemed shy. “But first I think I’m going to have sex with you again.”
Dudley blinked. He stared at her as she rose from the table and walked towards the bedroom. Halfway she dropped the sheet and bared a perfect backside. She looked over her shoulder.
“Are you coming?”
He did not need to be asked twice.
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Dudley had showed her around Muggle London. And when Pansy, outside a bookstore, confessed to be a fan of Shakespeare he had taken her to her to look at the Rose-theatre. Then he had brought her to a museum to see a statue of the man. Pansy had been scared witless the entire time. She had hugged herself tightly to Dudley’s big strong body. The whole place was filled with people that looked Stupified, propped up and then died that way. Dudley said that they were made of wax, but Pansy did not really believe him. That Madame Tussaud must be a powerful, and evil, witch indeed.
They did not look for a dress. They were too busy trying on silly hats in hat shops, looking at brick-a-brack in flea markets and feeding pigeons. Pansy was amazed to find the Muggle birds just as friendly as her own owl, though she was glad Minnie was not there - pigeons were no strangers on the Eagle-owl’s menu.
They had lunch on a river boat floating down the River Themes. Pansy was falling in love by the minute. This Muggle was not like in the stories. He was sweet and caring. He seemed sincere and honestly confessed himself of being a bully to Harry as a child. She noticed his regret and also the influence his parents had had over him. Pansy could sympathize with that; both her parents had been Death Eaters and knew all about pressure from home.
For dessert they got into an argument over ice-cream flavours and Pansy had dragged Dudley to Diagon Ally where she bought him a cone of Fortescue’s Chocolate Chip. That he was a Muggle did not even register to her anymore. Standing in the middle of the most magical place in England, eating ice-cream, Dudley Dursley looked like he belonged - if it was not for the large size of the man, the Muggle clothes and the absence of magic that was. Pansy laughed as some ice-cream dripped at his chin. She got up on her toes and kissed the smudge away.
The world seemed to stop after that as they stared in each other’s eyes. And then Dudley bent down and kissed her. Pansy responded without thinking and got lost in the tastes of chocolate, male and Dudley as their tongues met.
“Pansy?”
The gasping voice made Pansy slowly end the kiss and look around.
“Daphne,” smiled Pansy, still a little dazed and leaning to the sturdy of the man beside her. ”How are you?”
“Were you… Are you…” Daphne looked caught between amazement and disgust “…kissing a Muggle?” Her eyes darted to Dudley. “You brought a Muggle to Diagon Alley and now you are kissing him?”
“Yes,” Pansy hugged her lover, her fingers just meeting behind his back. “Daphne, this is Dudley Dursley. Dudley, this is Daphne Greengrass.”
“Hello,” whispered the large man shyly. “Nice to meet you.”
Daphne just stared. Her younger sister beside her did the same.
“Dudley is Harry Potter’s cousin,” said Pansy with a smirk, knowing the pure jealousy that would come with the knowledge that she was just two persons away from Draco Malfoy - she did not feel for Draco that way anymore, but she knew that both the Greengrasses did. “I’m taking him to the Malfoy party.”
“You are?” Daphne paled.
“You are?” asked Dudley, looking down at her.
“Lucius is going to kill you,” gasped Asteria.
“Draco and Harry will protect me,” grinned Pansy feeling on top of the world. “And Dudley of course,” she affectingly patted his belly. “Now if you excuse us, we are busy. See you there.”
She flashed them a smile and dragged Dudley towards the Leaky Cauldron. Her mood only improved when Dudley, within earshot of the sisters, proclaimed: “You are much better looking than both of them.”
Pansy was definitely going to sleep with this man again, many times over.
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“Sooo…” Harry weighed on his heels and looked up at Dudley.
“Yes…” Dudley gulped down his champagne and looked nervously over at Draco’s father who was casting vicious glares at him across the room - apparently Dudley was the first Muggle ever setting foot in the large mansion that even had a remote chance of getting out alive again.
“I must confess I’m surprised,” Harry looked over to where Pansy and Draco stood, whispering. “I didn’t even know Pansy was seeing anyone. But then again I’ve been in America. You seem happy together.”
“Yeah…” his cousin did not even notice his champagne glass magically refilling as he exchanged a smile with the witch. “You and Draco seem too.”
“You don’t think I’m a freak then?”
Dudley blushed, gave him a smile and shook his head.
“In this crowd I think the freak is me…” he said.
Harry gave a little laugh.
“Not really that surprised, though” Dudley shrugged. “You were more interested in my superhero comics than my porn collection when you snuck into my room back home. I knew it had to be something like that.”
Harry blushed and looked over to the smiling Pansy again. She did look very pretty.
“Does she know she’s wearing a wedding dress?”
~The End~
Author: naturegirlrocks
Prompt: #31
Pairing: Dudley/Pansy, mentions of Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): none
Word count: about 3400
Summary: Pansy meets a Muggle at a pub, it changes both their lives.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated characters and settings remain the intellectual property of JK Rowling and her associates. We are very grateful for permission to play with them.
Pansy was holding Draco’s hand very hard as they stepped inside the Muggle pub. She glanced around at the dark wooden interior and the booths that were filled with mostly men. There were eight women in the back, who were loud and quite pissed. One of the women wore a small white veil and a horrible neon-pink dress with low cleavage. She was also sporting a kind of necklace made of Muggle rubber contraceptives. Pansy suddenly felt scared and gripped Draco’s hand harder.
“Don’t you dare leave me,” she whined.
“Don’t worry, Pans.” Draco smiled at her, easing out of her hold. “I’ll be quick.”
Pansy bit her lower lip as she watched her best friend disappear though the door to the men’s loo. Yes, he would be quick, she thought, Potter was not with him. If the Boy-become-Man-Hero was here, Draco would not leave the loo for a considerable time. She stood nervously and shifted her feet. The three Muggle men in the closest booth looked her over quite hungrily. Why had she ever agreed to this?
Because Draco was bored, that’s why. And everyone, without exception, must oblige to the blond’s every urge because… because… Well, just because. Damn Potter for going to America on a ‘lecture tour’. Pansy suspected that Potter had become a public motivational speaker just so he occasionally could get away from Draco’s whims. That left Pansy next in line for entertainment. It was not like she had better things to do. She could have been at home, with her new Muggle telly, watching those operas about soap that were so addictive, though nobody ever sang or never even mentioned soap.
She tried again to ignore the need to push down her dress; it would not go further down anyway. It reached the top her knees, it showed her knees. Good pureblood girls did not flaunter around Muggle London showing their knees in a black and sparkly thing made of…
What was it? Polly-Esther Blend? Who was this woman, and why did she have to make so strange clothes? Pansy considered writing Ms. Blend to complain. But then again, having a name like ‘Polly-Esther’ maybe had made the woman vengeful on the world. Pansy hugged her evening bag to her chest; it contained her wand and nothing else.
“Lost your boyfriend, love?” asked a bulky Muggle man with a leering smile. “Why don’t you come and keep us warm?”
“Lay off it, Piers,” muttered his companion.
They looked like they were in their early thirties, a bit older than herself. She took a step closer to the loo, urging Draco with her mind to pee faster. Pansy glanced over to the second man. He was just as bulky as his friend, but more muscular. He reminded her of Goyle in some way. He was kind of cute.
“You look lonely, love,” said the obnoxious man whose name was Piers. “I could keep you company, your boyfriend looked like poofter anyway.”
“I’m nobody’s love!” spat Pansy. “Go suck a toad!”
Just then Draco exited the loo. He gave her a shiny smile.
“All right, love?” he asked.
Pansy rolled her eyes and dragged Draco out of the pub. She could swear the Muggles were laughing at her.
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She did not know why she retuned. Alone. At least she was wearing decent clothes this time. A light-pink cotton jumper and a gray wizard-made skirt that hid her knees like a good girl.
Perhaps it was because of a self-torturing sense of adventure. Perhaps it was because she would not let Daphne Greengrass and her sister outshine her at another ‘Malfoys’-making-up-for-being-Death-Eaters-and-now-doing-charity’ party, and had got lost in Muggle London looking for the perfect dress. Either way, she stepped in to the pub, dumped her purchases on the floor and climbed up on a strangely high stool by the bar.
The bartender was a middle-aged woman with a bad red hair dye. She smiled kindly and asked what Pansy would like to have.
“Errr…” Pansy looked at the myriads of bottles behind the woman; it looked like Draco’s laboratory. “What do you recommend?”
“Do you want the weekly special?” asked the woman, still smiling.
“Yes,” Pansy was relieved, that was simple enough. “Please.”
A minute later she was staring at a tall glass of slightly murky yellowish bubbling liquid adorned with a piece of lemon and a hollow red stick of plastic. It scared the shit out of her, and she had done NEWT-level potions partnered with Blaise ‘master of goo’ Zabini.
“A pint, please, Maggie,” said a dark male voice beside her and a big hand placed a five-pound note on the bar.
Pansy glanced at the man and recognised him from the other night. She winced.
“Your friend is not here, is he?”
The man gave her a surprised look, but then seemed to recognise her as well and shook his head.
“Nah, Piers is with his wife.”
“He is married?” Pansy huffed. “How has he managed that with that attitude?”
“Lucky, I guess.”
The man shrugged and held out his hands for his pint and change. Pansy bit her lip looking at the bicep straining the short arm of the t-shirt. She always had had a fondness for large men. Not Slughorn-large, Merlin forbid but the type like the Oliver Wood-, Viktor Krum-, Cedric Diggory-kind. This man was like that, but with a nice mix of Crabbe and Goyle. He felt safe and it had been a long time…
And he was a Muggle. Daphne would be so jealous! She held out her hand.
“Pansy,” she said. “Parkinson."
“Dudley Dursley,” said the man and blushed, taking her hand with his free one.
There was something familiar with that name but Pansy could not put her finger on it.
“May I join you?”
“Why?” Dudley stammered, looking flushed. “I… I… I mean… yes.”
Pansy scooted down from the high stool; nearly loosing balance as her semi-high heels hit the floor. Dudley held out a hand to steady her. She smiled and let him lead her to a booth by the window. The bubbly drink was gripped firmly in her hand. She took a sip from it when they sat down. It tasted like lemon, ginger and alcohol. Quite nice.
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Dudley Dursley could not believe his luck. He had gone to his regular local pub just to get a pint and get away from the loneliness of his small apartment, and he had arrived home with a very pretty woman on his arm. Her name was Pansy; she had the name of a pretty flower, just like his mother - but Dudley did not hold that against her.
And now he awoke with that woman naked next to him, feeling more content with life than ever before. Sex with her had been invigorating, like she had supplied him with a power that he never felt before. He was sure that he had seen stars at some point. Knowing this was only temporary, that she would wake up, see him and leave - he allowed himself to study her sleeping form.
She had a cute pug-nose, soft dark brown hair and deep chestnut eyes under those darkly made up eyelids. And her mouth, her mouth was soft and had tasted of ginger from that girly drink she had been continuously ordering for the last two hours at the pub. She was witty and really listened to what he said, like she never had heard anything like it. Like…
His insecurities took over and he rose from the bed, carefully not to wake her. His bathrobe was on the side of the closet door and he pulled it on. He walked over to her shopping bags, peaking inside. Clothes, probably dresses, lots and lots of fabric and frill. Was that a wedding dress? Dudley bit his lip and glanced back to the bed. Either the woman was going to get married or she had no sense of what she had been buying.
Please, please, please Dudley closed his eyes and reached for her handbag with a scrounged up face. Before he could get a hold of the bag it slipped past his fingers.
“Accio!”
Dudley looked at the beautiful naked woman in his bed with defeat. She was hugging her purse to her bare chest and pointing at him with a wand. Her face was both frightened and angry. Dudley sighed, he was too sad to be upset.
“I hope you enjoyed making a fool of me,” he said. “I hope Harry gets his laugh.”
He turned away from her surprised face and walked to the kitchen. Tea, that’s what he needed now. It was heartbreaking that his cousin still would do this. Harry had promised Dudley that he would leave him and his parents alone. He shivered at the memory of the pig’s tale he had surgically removed, not just once but four times. Absently he scratched the end of his back.
“You know Harry?”
Dudley turned around to se Pansy standing in the doorway to the kitchen. The bed sheets were wrapped over her left shoulder, leaving the other shoulder bare so that she still could hold the wand out before her and point it on him. She was beautiful; of course she was a witch. No normal female would ever want to sleep with Dudley Dursley.
“Don’t you know?” he asked.
“What?” She stepped closer, over the threshold. “How do you know about wizards? Who are you? How do you know Harry?”
“How do you know Harry?” Dudley asked back, this was a little confusing.
“My best friend his is boyfriend,” Pansy shrugged her bare shoulder, showing her perfect skin.
“Boyfr…” Dudley dropped the cup he had just taken out of the cupboard. “Harry’s gay?”
“Who are you?!”
“I’m his cousin.”
The woman lowered her wand, looking stunned. Then she looked down at the smashed china. She twirled her wand, merging the shards together and floated the repaired cup to her hand.
“Can I have some tea?” she asked in a low voice, sitting down at his kitchen table, still wrapped in the sheet.
Dudley had half a mind to ask her to conjure it herself and than leave on the broom she blown in on. But then again, she had not blown in on a broom. He had brought her back here. They did have sex, Dudley’s first since Marbella Norbert (a slutty friend of Piers’ wife) had taken pity on him about eight months ago. He just sighed again and put the kettle on.
He held out a teabag to Pansy. She took it and turned the envelope carefully in her hand. Sighing Dudley took it back and opened it for her, putting it in her cup. Her bright eyes lit up as she understood.
“That is pretty smart,” she said. “I wonder why we don’t have that.”
“Wizards are stuck up,” shrugged Dudley, preparing his own cup. “You probably think a teabag is too common for you.”
“We’re stuck up?” she frowned and looked down at her cup. “How many wizards have you met to base this on?”
“Enough,” Dudley sighed and felt a little ashamed - he knew he was prejudging. “But my mom’s sister was a witch, and mom always said she was a snob.”
“Funny,” Pansy played with her wand, still looking down. “That’s just what Harry says about his Muggle family.”
“He does?”
There was some silence as Dudley lifted the kettle off the stove and poured water in their cups. Pansy seemed fascinated over how the teabag coloured the clear liquid. When Dudley dipped the bag up and down, she did the same.
“What wizards have you met?” she asked, finally looking up at him.
“Harry,” Dudley winced and took a sip of hot beverage. “Then there was that giant hairy one that came and took Harry away…”
“Hagrid?” she laughed. “You think Hagrid is stuck up?”
“Then I met your principal, with the beard. And then Harry’s two friends when they came to take their so called revenge on me and my parents...”
“What did they do?” Suddenly serious.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he rubbed his backside once more. “Why do you have a wedding dress in your shopping bag?”
“Wedding…” Pansy turned and looked back to the other room where her bags were. “Is it? Shit! Shit! And I thought it was so pretty!” she slapped her forehead. “Daphne’s would just love that.”
“Who is Daphne?” Dudley discovered that he liked having company in the morning and really wanted her to stay a while more. “A friend?”
“Not really…” Pansy took a swig from her cup. “We were kind of friends in school, but then we got into this stupid thing during the war. We were in love with the same guy so we always tried to outdo each other and put each other down. Then when the guy turned out to be gay, we were just stuck in a kind of competition.” She laughed. “I guess one could say that we love to hate each other.”
“And the dress?”
“I was going to wear it at the ‘Malfoy-hey-look-we-are-good-guys’- party,” she pouted a bit and emptied her cup.
“What is that?” Dudley still had half a cup left.
“Only the most extravagant charity event of the year,” grumbled Pansy. “I was totally planning on outshining Daphne this time, and her silly sister.”
“I don’t know this Daphne… or her sister,” he blushed and tried to meet her eyes. “But I think you could outshine them what ever you wore. You could probably outshine them in that sheet.”
“Oh, you are so cute!” Pansy looked down at the sheet. “This is a little embarrassing…”
“I really liked last night,” Dudley breathed in a fit of courage. “I liked it a lot.”
“Me too,” she adjusted some stray dark brown hair behind her left ear.
They sat quietly for about a minute. Dudley wracked his mind for what to say to make her stay just a little bit longer. He did not care that she was a witch. His mother was wrong, they were not all freaks.
“Would you like me to help you?” he splurted out. “To find a dress, I mean.”
“You would do that?” she asked, her eyes widening. “You don’t look like the kind of guy who likes shopping.”
“I don’t,” he blushed and sipped the last of his tea to hide it. “But I like to help you thwart this Daphne person. And I got the day off from the gym.”
Pansy stared at him for a long while. Dudley twisted uncertainly in his chair. He had never felt so scrutinised in his life, not even when he had offered Harry his hand in apology when the man visited him in the hospital’s post-op. Harry had accepted the hand but had then left never to be seen since. That was over three years ago.
“You are cute. You can come with me,” said Pansy giving him a look that almost seemed shy. “But first I think I’m going to have sex with you again.”
Dudley blinked. He stared at her as she rose from the table and walked towards the bedroom. Halfway she dropped the sheet and bared a perfect backside. She looked over her shoulder.
“Are you coming?”
He did not need to be asked twice.
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Dudley had showed her around Muggle London. And when Pansy, outside a bookstore, confessed to be a fan of Shakespeare he had taken her to her to look at the Rose-theatre. Then he had brought her to a museum to see a statue of the man. Pansy had been scared witless the entire time. She had hugged herself tightly to Dudley’s big strong body. The whole place was filled with people that looked Stupified, propped up and then died that way. Dudley said that they were made of wax, but Pansy did not really believe him. That Madame Tussaud must be a powerful, and evil, witch indeed.
They did not look for a dress. They were too busy trying on silly hats in hat shops, looking at brick-a-brack in flea markets and feeding pigeons. Pansy was amazed to find the Muggle birds just as friendly as her own owl, though she was glad Minnie was not there - pigeons were no strangers on the Eagle-owl’s menu.
They had lunch on a river boat floating down the River Themes. Pansy was falling in love by the minute. This Muggle was not like in the stories. He was sweet and caring. He seemed sincere and honestly confessed himself of being a bully to Harry as a child. She noticed his regret and also the influence his parents had had over him. Pansy could sympathize with that; both her parents had been Death Eaters and knew all about pressure from home.
For dessert they got into an argument over ice-cream flavours and Pansy had dragged Dudley to Diagon Ally where she bought him a cone of Fortescue’s Chocolate Chip. That he was a Muggle did not even register to her anymore. Standing in the middle of the most magical place in England, eating ice-cream, Dudley Dursley looked like he belonged - if it was not for the large size of the man, the Muggle clothes and the absence of magic that was. Pansy laughed as some ice-cream dripped at his chin. She got up on her toes and kissed the smudge away.
The world seemed to stop after that as they stared in each other’s eyes. And then Dudley bent down and kissed her. Pansy responded without thinking and got lost in the tastes of chocolate, male and Dudley as their tongues met.
“Pansy?”
The gasping voice made Pansy slowly end the kiss and look around.
“Daphne,” smiled Pansy, still a little dazed and leaning to the sturdy of the man beside her. ”How are you?”
“Were you… Are you…” Daphne looked caught between amazement and disgust “…kissing a Muggle?” Her eyes darted to Dudley. “You brought a Muggle to Diagon Alley and now you are kissing him?”
“Yes,” Pansy hugged her lover, her fingers just meeting behind his back. “Daphne, this is Dudley Dursley. Dudley, this is Daphne Greengrass.”
“Hello,” whispered the large man shyly. “Nice to meet you.”
Daphne just stared. Her younger sister beside her did the same.
“Dudley is Harry Potter’s cousin,” said Pansy with a smirk, knowing the pure jealousy that would come with the knowledge that she was just two persons away from Draco Malfoy - she did not feel for Draco that way anymore, but she knew that both the Greengrasses did. “I’m taking him to the Malfoy party.”
“You are?” Daphne paled.
“You are?” asked Dudley, looking down at her.
“Lucius is going to kill you,” gasped Asteria.
“Draco and Harry will protect me,” grinned Pansy feeling on top of the world. “And Dudley of course,” she affectingly patted his belly. “Now if you excuse us, we are busy. See you there.”
She flashed them a smile and dragged Dudley towards the Leaky Cauldron. Her mood only improved when Dudley, within earshot of the sisters, proclaimed: “You are much better looking than both of them.”
Pansy was definitely going to sleep with this man again, many times over.
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“Sooo…” Harry weighed on his heels and looked up at Dudley.
“Yes…” Dudley gulped down his champagne and looked nervously over at Draco’s father who was casting vicious glares at him across the room - apparently Dudley was the first Muggle ever setting foot in the large mansion that even had a remote chance of getting out alive again.
“I must confess I’m surprised,” Harry looked over to where Pansy and Draco stood, whispering. “I didn’t even know Pansy was seeing anyone. But then again I’ve been in America. You seem happy together.”
“Yeah…” his cousin did not even notice his champagne glass magically refilling as he exchanged a smile with the witch. “You and Draco seem too.”
“You don’t think I’m a freak then?”
Dudley blushed, gave him a smile and shook his head.
“In this crowd I think the freak is me…” he said.
Harry gave a little laugh.
“Not really that surprised, though” Dudley shrugged. “You were more interested in my superhero comics than my porn collection when you snuck into my room back home. I knew it had to be something like that.”
Harry blushed and looked over to the smiling Pansy again. She did look very pretty.
“Does she know she’s wearing a wedding dress?”
~The End~