A/N: This tried to be a poem, but I just couldn't do it, so now it's a short story. I guess this means that this isn't just for poems, and that now I will also be posting songs and short short stories.
The second I realised I hadn't come across any CONSENSUAL Harry/Dudley fic I immediately set about writing one, even at the guarantee of sickening myself and all of my readers (except the kinky ones J ).
The Depth Of A Parent's Denial.
Vernon and Petunia sat in the living room, enjoying their cups of afternoon tea. The only sounds to disturb the tranquility of the house were loud pounding noises coming from upstairs.
"What's that noise Vernon?"
"It's just Dudley beating the crap out of Harry again dear."
"Oh. Good."
The two settled back down into their peaceful oblivion. They had not realised that the sounds had obviously changed since the end of last summer, but that only goes to show the depth of denial a parent can have. They both settled down with happy smiles, as only a beating of Harry could deliver.
Now the sounds were becoming steadily louder. They could hear Dudley grunting in exhertion and Harry's moans of pain. Petunia clapped her hands. Oh this was such fun!
Voices floated down the stairs:
"What's my name?! SAY MY NAME!!!"
"Dudleyyyyyyyyyyyy!!"
"Who's your daddy?? Who's your daddy!?!?"
"Give him hell." Vernon muttered to no one as he tried to ignore the sound of furniture banging into the walls. It was distracting him from his book on how to be an intimidating bastard.
20 minutes later Dudley emerged at the foot of the stairs.
"Good boy!" Roared Vernon. "Did you beat him badly?"
'What?" Said Dudley in a confused voice. Then understanding dawned. "Oh yeah," he smirked, "I gave his ass a good pounding. He almost fainted. Twice."
"That's what I like to hear!" Vernon patted Dudley proudly on the back while Petunia burst into tears of happiness.
Dudley merely smiled a mysterious smile and headed back upstairs, grabbing a bottle of chocolate sauce on the way.
"Healthy appetite that one." Vernon said, smiling as he turned back to his book.
End
A/N: Now that wasn't so bad was it? Please review……I think I'm addicted.
The second I realised I hadn't come across any CONSENSUAL Harry/Dudley fic I immediately set about writing one, even at the guarantee of sickening myself and all of my readers (except the kinky ones J ).
The Depth Of A Parent's Denial.
Vernon and Petunia sat in the living room, enjoying their cups of afternoon tea. The only sounds to disturb the tranquility of the house were loud pounding noises coming from upstairs.
"What's that noise Vernon?"
"It's just Dudley beating the crap out of Harry again dear."
"Oh. Good."
The two settled back down into their peaceful oblivion. They had not realised that the sounds had obviously changed since the end of last summer, but that only goes to show the depth of denial a parent can have. They both settled down with happy smiles, as only a beating of Harry could deliver.
Now the sounds were becoming steadily louder. They could hear Dudley grunting in exhertion and Harry's moans of pain. Petunia clapped her hands. Oh this was such fun!
Voices floated down the stairs:
"What's my name?! SAY MY NAME!!!"
"Dudleyyyyyyyyyyyy!!"
"Who's your daddy?? Who's your daddy!?!?"
"Give him hell." Vernon muttered to no one as he tried to ignore the sound of furniture banging into the walls. It was distracting him from his book on how to be an intimidating bastard.
20 minutes later Dudley emerged at the foot of the stairs.
"Good boy!" Roared Vernon. "Did you beat him badly?"
'What?" Said Dudley in a confused voice. Then understanding dawned. "Oh yeah," he smirked, "I gave his ass a good pounding. He almost fainted. Twice."
"That's what I like to hear!" Vernon patted Dudley proudly on the back while Petunia burst into tears of happiness.
Dudley merely smiled a mysterious smile and headed back upstairs, grabbing a bottle of chocolate sauce on the way.
"Healthy appetite that one." Vernon said, smiling as he turned back to his book.
End
A/N: Now that wasn't so bad was it? Please review……I think I'm addicted.
