Chapter Four
Harry led the Morrissey's to the Dursley's door and walked in. Just as he had expected Petunia was standing there wearing her stupid salmon- colored party dress and Dudley was wearing his idiotic purple bow-tie.
"Welcome Mr. Morrissey!" exclaimed Petunia in her wretchedly high- pitched voice. "Where's your wife? Could she not make it?"
"Hello, Mrs. Dursley. I'm not married," he said. "My wife passed away."
"Why, of course," Petunia said with an obvious look of disapproval. "Well who are these darling young ladies?" she said glancing at Liv and Briana.
"These are my daughters. Liv is sixteen and Briana here is two."
"Charming! This is my son Dudders."
At the sound of the pet-name and the look of indignation on Dudley's pudgy face Liv began to bust out laughing. Harry couldn't help it and began to laugh too, but was stifled when Dudley slammed his massive foot down on his.
"I'm – sorry," said Liv trying to keep from laughing.
"No matter...," replied Petunia, dropping the pleasantries. "Come along to the kitchen, we have roast beef."
They all sat down and the dinner was actually civil except for the snide remarks about Mr. Morrissey's car, clothes, and family. Harry had a good time listening to Mr. Morrissey passively defend himself and insult Uncle Vernon at the same time. Dudley was too busy shoving roast beef into his wide mouth that he didn't say a word but he continued to shoot mean looks at Liv and Harry who constantly stared him and fought back fits of laughter. Half-way through the meal Liv whispered something surprising in Harry's ear.
"Come with me," she said almost inaudibly.
The next minute Harry found himself saying, "May I be excused?"
"Yes," grunted Vernon as Harry stood up and exited the dining room.
Then Liv said, "Where is the restroom?"
"Through the living room and to the right," Harry heard Petunia say through the door.
In a matter of moment Liv went out the front door and met Harry in the garden. They sat on the wooden bench swing silently for about five minutes then Liv finally spoke.
"Those Dursleys are a mean bunch, aren't they?"
"Try living with them," said Harry with a frown.
"I don't want to even imagine. Harry, what's that on your forehead?" she said as she spotted his scar.
"It's nothing," he replied, "just a scar."
"Oh, where from?"
"An accident from when I was a baby and my parents died."
"I'm sorry...," she whispered. "I didn't mean to bring it up..."
"It's okay. I don't even remember it."
Then suddenly Harry leaned over and kissed her on the cheek then on the lips and, to his delight, she returned the gesture and held him closer. Suddenly they heard a noise like breaking twigs and turned around to see Dudley stomping toward the swing with a horrible grin on his fat face.
"Got you now, Potter!" he yelled in delight. "Dad will get you for this one."
"Dudley, it's not what you think... Liv had something in her eye!" Harry said very unconvincingly.
"I'm not an idiot!"
"Could have fooled me!" shouted Harry with his arm still around Liv's slender waist. "I better go... I'm in real trouble."
"Why?" said Liv. "We didn't do anything wrong."
"I'll explain later. Stand out on your balcony at 3:00. You better go," and with that he left her sitting on the swing and went back into the Dursley's house.
Liv heard her father's voice from the front of the house saying good- bye so she went to meet him, but didn't say a word about the peculiar kiss that her and her new friend had just shared.
Harry led the Morrissey's to the Dursley's door and walked in. Just as he had expected Petunia was standing there wearing her stupid salmon- colored party dress and Dudley was wearing his idiotic purple bow-tie.
"Welcome Mr. Morrissey!" exclaimed Petunia in her wretchedly high- pitched voice. "Where's your wife? Could she not make it?"
"Hello, Mrs. Dursley. I'm not married," he said. "My wife passed away."
"Why, of course," Petunia said with an obvious look of disapproval. "Well who are these darling young ladies?" she said glancing at Liv and Briana.
"These are my daughters. Liv is sixteen and Briana here is two."
"Charming! This is my son Dudders."
At the sound of the pet-name and the look of indignation on Dudley's pudgy face Liv began to bust out laughing. Harry couldn't help it and began to laugh too, but was stifled when Dudley slammed his massive foot down on his.
"I'm – sorry," said Liv trying to keep from laughing.
"No matter...," replied Petunia, dropping the pleasantries. "Come along to the kitchen, we have roast beef."
They all sat down and the dinner was actually civil except for the snide remarks about Mr. Morrissey's car, clothes, and family. Harry had a good time listening to Mr. Morrissey passively defend himself and insult Uncle Vernon at the same time. Dudley was too busy shoving roast beef into his wide mouth that he didn't say a word but he continued to shoot mean looks at Liv and Harry who constantly stared him and fought back fits of laughter. Half-way through the meal Liv whispered something surprising in Harry's ear.
"Come with me," she said almost inaudibly.
The next minute Harry found himself saying, "May I be excused?"
"Yes," grunted Vernon as Harry stood up and exited the dining room.
Then Liv said, "Where is the restroom?"
"Through the living room and to the right," Harry heard Petunia say through the door.
In a matter of moment Liv went out the front door and met Harry in the garden. They sat on the wooden bench swing silently for about five minutes then Liv finally spoke.
"Those Dursleys are a mean bunch, aren't they?"
"Try living with them," said Harry with a frown.
"I don't want to even imagine. Harry, what's that on your forehead?" she said as she spotted his scar.
"It's nothing," he replied, "just a scar."
"Oh, where from?"
"An accident from when I was a baby and my parents died."
"I'm sorry...," she whispered. "I didn't mean to bring it up..."
"It's okay. I don't even remember it."
Then suddenly Harry leaned over and kissed her on the cheek then on the lips and, to his delight, she returned the gesture and held him closer. Suddenly they heard a noise like breaking twigs and turned around to see Dudley stomping toward the swing with a horrible grin on his fat face.
"Got you now, Potter!" he yelled in delight. "Dad will get you for this one."
"Dudley, it's not what you think... Liv had something in her eye!" Harry said very unconvincingly.
"I'm not an idiot!"
"Could have fooled me!" shouted Harry with his arm still around Liv's slender waist. "I better go... I'm in real trouble."
"Why?" said Liv. "We didn't do anything wrong."
"I'll explain later. Stand out on your balcony at 3:00. You better go," and with that he left her sitting on the swing and went back into the Dursley's house.
Liv heard her father's voice from the front of the house saying good- bye so she went to meet him, but didn't say a word about the peculiar kiss that her and her new friend had just shared.