Oh man. I was in a really good mood, possibly because I wasn't 'sober' when I wrote this ;) I also had the White Stripes' "We are Going to be Friends" on repeat.
I thought Harry and Dudley would be cute together. Just friends. Or maybe more. The last bit could be... well... I'll let you read it.
Flames welcome, yeah... I know it's weird.

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Dudley tucked his arm around Harry's shoulder as they rounded the corner, leaving sight of their house on Privet Drive.

If this display of affection had been witnessed by the Dursleys, they would have both been interrogated, questioned and humiliated.

The tension between Dudley and Harry had dwindled after Harry lit his cousin on fire by accident one day, during a heated argument. Surprisingly, Dudley somehow managed to laugh the incident off.

They became kinder towards each other slowly, easing into the friendship with caution. The friendship proved to be strong; Harry and Dudley spent nights laughing quietly at comedians on the television in Dudley's room, they wrote each other whilst Harry was at Hogwarts, and they spent their summer days strolling the town.

Today was like any other summer day - the sun was beating down on them as they strolled, the scents of begonias and carnations hanging thick in the air. There was no wind to ventilate the aroma or the heat.

Harry grinned at Dudley as he wiped sweat from his brow.

"Reckon we should run through that sprinkler?" he asked, nodding his head in direction.

A wicked smile split Dudley's chubby face. "And ruin the Terrace family's lawn?"

"It's called killing two birds with one stone, my dear cousin." Harry took off across the street, headed towards the spray of water that whipped across a heavily manicured lawn. Dudley wobbled after the boy.

"What if they see us?" Dudley questioned, standing on tiptoe in attempt to peer through the window.

"No-one's home, Big D. They've gone north to visit some family, remember? Mrs Figg is tending to their lawn." Harry picked up the boxy, green sprinkler and aimed it at Dudley.

Dudley's face scrunched up both at the oncoming spray of water and the use of the name his gang mates used, and he lunged for Harry's legs. After a few moments of wrestling, Dudley pried the sprinkler out of Harry's hands, unscrewed the hose from the attachment and drenched the ebony-haired teen.

"Unfair!" Harry laughed, ducking behind a parked car. He pulled off his soaked, grey shirt and peeked through the windows of the vehicle.

He saw Dudley crouched on the grass, hose in hand, and he could only surmise the boy waiting for Harry.

Harry smirked and ran out from behind the car, shielding his face from the jet of water as Dudley stood up, rather ungracefully. Dudley stepped on the hose, stopping the flow of water. While he tried to figure out what was wrong, Harry snuck up behind the large boy and tackled him.

They wrestled on the slick grass, newly formed mud caking on their clothes and skin. Harry sat on his cousin's legs, disabling him from fast movement. The hose, unnoticed by the two boys, was writhing alternately in the air and on the ground.

Dudley sat up slowly and grinned at Harry. Harry grinned back, as he shyly reached to wipe a blob of mud from Dudley's chin.

"D'you think we're in for a round of beating when we get home?"

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