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Cousin Love	By : Nayeri Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Dudley/Harry Views: 36987 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters there in. I do not gain any money for writing this story.

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(Author’s note: This is only going to be a little snippet. I want to give you guys one chapter before I stop posting for the summer)

It started that first day at Smeltings. Dudley had finally gotten the tail removed, and was now in the school that his dad had been in. Had run, from the way his dad had gone on about his schooldays. Therefore, naturally, Dudley expected to be the young prince of the school.

He was sorely mistaken. As soon as the older boys realized what a prick he was, they went out of their way to make his life a misery. What was worse was that this was supported by the Headmaster and school rules. Rumor had it that the Headmaster had been treated brutally as a child, and therefore refused to allow anyone to bully the weak, unless that so called ‘weak’ person happened to be a bully themselves.

Dudley, of course, didn’t understand this at first. However, as the year went on, and he continually got in trouble, he began to. After his first licking for disrespecting the teacher, and the aftermath, his home life was put into perspective. It was then that he realized his parents hadn’t done him any favors by spoiling him, or by allowing him to torment Harry so badly. This was the beginning of the change.

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            Dudley grimaced as he looked at the tray his mother was carrying to Harry. A single can of soup for him and the bird, and no medical attention after the thrashing his cousin had gotten for the pudding accident. He decided that, if Harry still hadn’t been given bandages by the next day, he would help the smaller boy.

            His plan was foiled, however, when a strange flying car rescued his cousin, and took him away for another year. He hoped that Harry would be okay, though he was somewhat surprised at that thought. He knew he couldn’t tell his parents, or Harry could possibly be killed for ‘contaminating’ his mind.

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            Dudley watched in awe as his Aunt bounced on the ceiling. He had forgotten how strong his cousin was magically. It had been many years since he’d seen the colours, but after that display of accidental magic, and his attitude change, the blinds were falling from his eyes. Again, though, he was unable to talk to Harry, as his cousin had run away, to go back to his school for another year.

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            Dudley scuffed his foot lightly, and then knocked on his cousin’s door. It barely made a rap, a distinct change from his years as being an oversized kid. The strict diet was working, as was the exercise. He was finally beginning to change his fat into muscle, after many years. He just wished that his cousin, who had no fat to spare, hadn’t been put on the diet as well.

            The door opened, and Harry’s wary green eyes looked at Dudley. The older boy flinched briefly when he saw the bruise on his face and the cut on his lip. It was the last night of the first week back from school, and Harry had paid dearly for his loss of control the previous year. And he was looking more hunted than ever before.

            Dudley said softly “May I come in, Harry? I need to talk to you.” He wondered if it was his polite attitude toward his cousin, or his use of the other boy’s name, or the fact that he was sincere, that shocked Harry. Either way, the smaller boy stepped aside, allowing Dudley in.

            The large teen carefully walked over to the chair, and sat down, while the smaller teen went to sit on the bed. Dudley couldn’t help but notice that his cousin flinched as his t-shirt moved over his back. He knew that there were several whip marks on his cousin’s back, some of them probably still bleeding. His experience at school allowed him to recognize what had happened in their early years and was still happening was abuse, not discipline as his parents had always insisted.

            There was silence for a few minutes when Harry finally said “Spill it Dudley, what d’you want? You’ve never talked to me before, though you’ve stopped beating up on me since you started Smeltings and I started Hogwarts.” His voice was slightly bitter, as he gazed warily at Dudley.

            Dudley sighed mentally, and said “I think…that I’m either going crazy, or there is something magical happening with me.” As Harry looked like he was about to interrupt, Dudley hurriedly explained what had happened in the past few years, as well as describe his colours. After he finished, he watched his cousin, who was looking thoughtful.

            Harry hummed softly, and got up to approach Dudley. Concentrating, he summoned up some magic to touch his eyes, a trick he had learned in the past three years. Looking at his cousin, he had to admit that the other teen was glowing. Not brightly, like some of his classmates, and there seemed to be a blockage on it. But there was no doubt in his mind: Dudley Dursley was a wizard.

            Harry proceeded to tell Dudley this, not aware of the spark of delight in his cousin’s eyes. Nor was he aware of the attraction the other boy held for him. All he noticed was that Dudley seemed to accept it as if he had suspected as much. Once the other boy left, Harry sat on his bed, puzzling the question of what to do, which was better than dwelling on the pain in his back.

Dudley, in the meantime, had returned to his bedroom. How had he not noticed how strong his cousin had gotten? Despite the over-large shirt, the lean, tight body was held with an air of confidence that even his father couldn’t suppress. And the magic that he had seen in his cousin’s colours was strong as well. There was definitely something attractive about the smaller boy, and it made him feel protected.

That night, his dreams were invaded by Harry. His cousin’s touch, his scent, and the sight of his nude body; it wasn’t Dudley’s first wet dream, but it was the first that starred his cousin. When he awoke to damp underwear and sheets, he was left with the remarkable fact that…Harry was hot.

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            Dudley collapsed into bed, exhausted from his encounter with the Dementors. How could wizards use those dangerous beasts as prison guards? The attack completely knocked out the fact that Harry had promised to look into his magical blockage. Now it was too late, and Harry would probably be banned from the school his cousin considered home. Deciding there was nothing he could do, he fell asleep. As he slept, he dreamed.

~He was once again fleeing from the Dementors, his heart pounding in his chest. His feet smacked against the pavement. He could taste despair in his mouth, and in desperation he fled into an open house. Still the creatures followed, bringing up all his worse memories. As he was about to give up, he saw a light in front of him. He ran toward it, only to duck as the shining stag leaped over him and drove off the monsters.

Panting, he fell to the ground, shivering. He looked up as he heard the sound of foot-steps. It was Harry, glowing in all his glory. The wizard waved his wand, and they were suddenly, finally safe. Then Harry looked at him with smoldering eyes, hot with lust.

Dudley was embarrassed to admit it, but he had gained some popularity with the others. They claimed he was ‘handsome’ or at the very least ‘cute’. None of them seemed to realize that he was gay, a bottom, and had his heart taken…none, but this Harry.

The younger boy approached him, touched him, and rubbed his chest with those strong hands. Dudley groaned softly, feeling his fly getting tight as he was teased to arousal. He found himself divested of his shirt, and silky fingers tracing patterns and pinching his nipples.

He gazed at his cousin, amazed as the shirt disappeared to leave the most attractive abdomen Dudley had ever seen. Sure, it was marred by scars, but that didn’t matter to him. He gently touched his cousin in return, being rewarded with a groan of appreciation. It wasn’t long before both their pants were tented, cocks straining to be released from their imprisonment.

As Harry’s hands reached for his zipper, Dudley was aware that the other boy was disappearing, along with the dreamscape. ~

His eyes opened to the familiar sight of his room, and he suppressed a groan of frustration. His cock was hard, and there was no sense of relief. Reaching over to his bedside table, he grabbed one of the many tissues his mother insisted he keep there. He then pushed his pajama pants down to his ankles.

Once his pants were removed, his cock sprang free of its restraint. It was red and throbbing, eager for relief. Taking the tissue, he held it over the head of his member. He was glad that his mother got the soft kind, so it wouldn’t be abrasive on his most tender of places.

Shaking off that thought, he grasped his shaft with his other hand, and began pumping up and down. It was slow at first, but as his mind returned to his sex dream, it got faster. Just as his thoughts turned to what his cousin must look like naked, he stiffened. Stifling a scream by biting his lip, he cummed hard, spraying his seed into the tissue. After he came down from his high, he tossed the old tissue, grabbed a new, and cleaned up the remaining mess. He sighed, wishing that it had been Harry’s hand on his cock, and Harry pressing against his back. He knew it would never be.

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            Dudley watched as Harry paced back and forth, his eyes narrowed as he concentrated. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the older teen could see the most recent wounds just starting to close. Sighing mentally, he thought back to the last hour. He had caught his father brutally beating his cousin till he bled. He had protested violently, and it had dissolved into a major argument that broke up as his mother went into cardiac arrest. His parents had rushed to the hospital, while he and Harry waited here.

            Harry finally stopped pacing, and turned to Dudley. He said “Aunt Petunia is dying, Dudley. It could well mean our deaths if we don’t take care of this now.” Dudley tilted his head, silently asking his question. Harry answered it easily “I need to transfer the blood wards to you, and we need to leave. After you protecting me today, I seriously doubt your father will allow us to survive.”

            Dudley wanted to protest, but he knew it was true. He asked what they had to do, and was directed to pack his toiletries and a few days’ worth of clothing. Once that was over, he returned to his cousin’s room. Harry’s trunk had disappeared, as had the owl cage and owl. Harry was waiting for him, and approached him once he entered.

            What happened after was the strangest experience of Dudley’s life. Harry touched his forehead with two fingers, started mumbling something in an odd language, and began to glow. As his cousin glowed, Dudley felt something crumble and break inside, and then startling warmth flooded him. He wasn’t able to get used to the feeling, another feeling took over; a binding sensation, then a sense of his cousin’s colours blending with his own.

            Once the event was open, he looked at his cousin. Harry was swaying, looking gray in the face. Moving decisively, Dudley gently took the smaller teen’s weight on his shoulder. He said “Now what, Harry?” He was directed to go down to the street, and hold out his dominant hand.

            He proceeded to follow directions, guiding the still weak Harry to where the driveway met the street. Stopping, he made sure his cousin could keep his feet, before he held out his right hand. He nearly jumped as a crack sounded, followed by the screech of brakes as a triple decker bus stopped in front of them.

            He decided that riding the Knight Bus was the second strangest experience in his life, and getting a room at the Leaky Cauldron the third. By the time they were settled in their two bed room, he was exhausted and it was late at night. Glancing at his cousin, he decided that he had made the right decision last year. That thought comforted him, and he fell into a dreamless sleep.

(End Author’s Note: Okay, I really don’t care if this is a jumpy story. I did not want to concentrate on years 1-5. I wanted to show the development of Dudley’s character, and his relationship with Harry. Next chapter will get much more interesting.)
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