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Punishment

Chapter 5 – The Dursleys and Disney Channel

"Have you finished your letter, Dudders?" Uncle Vernon asked, walking into Dudley's room.

"Yeah…here." Dudley handed a white envelope that was crumpled into Uncle Vernon's big fist.

"Your Aunt will be happy with this." Uncle Vernon said, looking at the letter as though it was gold. "Did you check all spellings in the dictionary, used the thesaurus for big words?"

"Yes, dad."

"Great." Uncle Vernon patted his son on the back and went downstairs. "Dudley's done, Petunia." He announced to his wife.

Aunt Petunia clapped her bony hands together. "Oh, good! You'll send it now, then?"

"Yep." Uncle Vernon was dancing on the balls of his feet.

"Okay, bye, then, dear." She gave her husband a peck on his big cheek and waved goodbye.

Aunt Petunia went back to her cleaning. After all, she'd like to have a house that was trim and tidy. Not rough and unkempt. That wouldn't be normal. No, no. She moved the sofa to reveal dust bunnies scarier than a rough and unkempt house. She went to the cupboard under the stairs which they had cleaned out when their nephew had cleared out. Oh, how she despised that piece of dirt. She was Petunia Dursley and she didn't want anything to do with that person. Yes, she was―

"PETUNIA!!!"

Aunt Petunia quickly rushed to her husband's booming voice, which was at the front door.

"What's the mat―" she saw Harry and an unidentified person; probably one of his crowd. "What do you want?" she snarled.

The blond raised his eyebrows at Harry, and then turned to the Dursleys.

He raised his eyebrows, sizing them. He looked around the house. Harry gave a little nod.

"Nice place you got here."

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"PETUNIA!!!"

/God, Potter. Are these really your relatives? They're horrid. No offense meant./

/None taken, Draco. That's why I hate the holidays. I hate to live with them. He's calling my Aunt. My mom's sister./

/I don't blame you from hating them. Oh, god!! Your Aunt… and you Uncle… they're quite the opposite. TOO opposite./

/Opposites attract./

"What do you want?"

Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry, expecting some sort of signal. When none came, he knew he was to take this in his own hands.

/Let me handle this, Harry./

/Right./

He looked around the house as Harry gave a little nod.

"Nice place you got here." Draco looked around.

"Who are you?" Uncle Vernon snarled at Draco.

"Oh, of course. How could I have forgotten." He said as though introducing himself to a person who could kill him in one pound was a common experience. "I'm Draco Malfoy, I go to H―" Don't say that word. He'll go ballistic, "to the same school as Harry."

"What do you want?"

"Too bad the people aren't like they're houses." He looked at Harry conversationally, and then turned back to the Dursleys. "I mean, here we are with heavy shopping bags, making it quite apparent that we need to talk to you and what do you do? Shove us off. And I thought you were normal. I see you're just disrespectful. Oh, well. Come on, then, Harry."

Uncle Vernon looked as if Draco had mortally offended him. "Come ― come in, then."

"Vernon!" hissed Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon shot her a look.

"Oh, fine." She sighed under her breath. "I'll make tea."

Draco smirked triumphantly. Harry snickered and thought, Nice one.

When they got in the house, they put their bags on the side of the couch and sat down. An uneasy silence fell.

"So," Uncle Vernon started, raising a thick eyebrow, "what do you want?"

"We need to know how to go to Smeltings, you know, where Dudley ―"

"I know very well what Smeltings is!" Uncle Vernon snarled.

"Er, right. So, how do we get there? To Smelting, that is." Harry said uncertainly.

At the end of this sentence, a crash was heard just outside the door that led to the room where they were in. Harry, Draco and Uncle Vernon's face turned to the general direction of the door, questioning looks on their faces.

Dudley emerged from the right side of the door. He was red in the face and his stomach jiggled with every move he made. His pants looked like it was going to explode and his eyes were little from all the fat in his cheeks.

"Why do you ask?" he asked, turning to Harry.

"We're going there for the school year." Harry said matter-of-factly.

Beside him, Draco snorted and turned the other way, shaking. Harry knew why. Draco had the same reaction as Fred and George did when they first saw Dudley. He elbowed Draco, a small smile playing on his lips. He had never seen him like this. Draco looked at Dudley and grinned.

Harry sighed.

"Been kicked out of your school, were you?" snarled Uncle Vernon. "Didn't fit in, did you? Ha! I thought so. You don't fit here in the normal world; you don't fit in your world. I don't blame you, boy. You know what your aunt said, if there's something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pu―" Uncle Vernon stopped.

He had hit a nerve; he'd be sorry. And who else to make him than Harry?

Harry's eyes narrowed to slits and he got his wand and pointed it Uncle Vernon.

"Just answer the fucking question." He said suddenly harshly.

Uncle Vernon eyed Harry's wand with contempt. "Fine." He grunted out the direction.

Harry smirked at Uncle Vernon, eyed Draco (who was biting his lip), got the shopping bags, pushed Dudley out of the way and made his way to the door. Aunt Petunia seemed to have no plans of coming back to living room until he was gone, anyway.

He shut the door with a click and turned to Draco, who was now looking at him expectantly.

"I knew that would happen." Harry said. "Well, come on, we'll put this back in the house first so we don't have to go carrying it around."

"Are you alright?" Draco asked suddenly. "You seemed pretty upset. Not that I blame you, of course."

"Yeah, I knew they'd insult me or someone close to me…" he trailed off. "Or both." He added as an afterthought.

They got a cab home without difficulty. They were both thankful for the air-conditioning. As they got home, they had to pass the Front Office. The girl was there again, looking quite the same as they had seen her that morning.

/Whoa. It seems like we've been here forever when we haven't even been here for one day. What say we skip Smeltings and go there tomorrow?/ Harry thought.

/Yes, please./ Draco replied in his thoughts.

As they neared the Front Office, Draco said, "Hey, it's your girlfriend, Harry."

Harry glared at him and pouted. Draco smirked. Harry tried to sneak by unnoticed but the girl was too sharp.

"Hullo," she smiled seductively, "come to invite me over?"

Harry gagged and Draco snickered.

"Uhh, he says 'no, maybe some other time.'" Draco said, looking at Harry.

"And who are you?" the girl snarled at Draco, not seeing his face since he was facing Harry, who was still speechless.

"Oh, right. How could I have forgotten? I'm Draco Malfoy. My name's in the reservation, too." He smirked at her. It was the girl's turn to gag. Her mouth slacked and her eyes widened. "Come on then, Harry." He dragged Harry by the collar.

The girl sighed dreamily. "I didn't know two hot guys could be found under the same roof…"

***

"Draco!" Harry shouted, knocking on the bathroom door. "You've been in there for hours! You even took a bath before we left! Draco! Draco?! Hurry up, dammit!"

"Oh, please, Pots. Gimme a break!" Draco shouted back, his voice was muffled by the door.

"'Pots'?" Harry repeated. "Draco, 'Pots'?"

"Well, it sounded nice." Draco said, and then sighed. "It came out by itself!"

Even though Harry couldn't see Draco, somehow he knew he was blushing. He glared at the door and put his hands on his hips, towel draped over his shoulder.

"Just hurry up, Draco! You're not the only person in the world, as you may live under the illusion of!" Harry said, banging on the door now.

A metallic noise was heard and the sound of splashing water filled Harry's ears. He sighed, rolling his eyes. This was hopeless. He had about much chance to convince Draco to come out and hurry up as it was likely that when they came back, the Giant Squid would be Headmaster.

Harry's back touched the wall and he slipped down, putting his knees up. He put the front part of his elbow joints to come in contact with his knees, like he did in their second year in the girl's bathroom.

He didn't notice when he slowly slipped to sleep and he didn't feel his head hit his knee in attempt to make his position feel as comfortable as possible.

When he woke up, it had just been three whole minutes and Draco was still in the bathroom. Harry sighed, shaking his head and made his way to the television, as it and the beds were just outside of the bathroom. He closed the Venetian Blinds and observed that it was already dark outside. He looked at the clock, just above the door; it was five o'clock.

He turned the television on and switched it to Disney Channel. Some cartoon featuring a girl with reddish-brown hair and, in Harry's opinion, abnormally pointed breasts along with her, Harry supposed, sidekick with yellow hair and he also had a weird naked rodent with him.

"C'mon, Ron!" the girl said to the boy with yellow hair.

Harry's eyebrows shot up. Ron? He thought bemusedly.

"Hey, Pots, you can use the bathroom now…" he glanced at the television. "what is that?"

"It's called a television. I'll explain later. I just want to take a bath. But I don't think you'll like this," Harry said, getting the remote control, "here, you can watch this."

He tuned it to Nickelodeon, where 'Blue's Clues' was showing. Harry, of course, not knowing full well what Blue's Clues was, let Draco watch it and took a bath.

Draco sat on the bed and started combing his hair, watching as a guy in a green striped top and pale brown pants danced with some blue dog. When he finished some song, he went to a side table drawer and talked to it.

Draco raised his eyebrow, his lips forming a straight line. He changed his position so he lay on his stomach. By this time, the guy's dog had gone off in some other direction.

"Do you know where Blue went?" the guy asked.

"Well, that's just ironic, isn't it?" Draco muttered to himself. "The dog's color is blue, so what better name is there than just that?"

He heard some kids shouting 'that way'. Surprisingly, the guy knew which way 'that way' was. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. What a stupid show.

"Harry!" He shouted. "What the heck did you make me watch?! It's about some neurotic guy who's asking where his blue dog, ironically named 'Blue', went!"

He heard laughing in the bathroom. A really loud laugh.

"This isn't funny, Harry!" Draco shouted, sitting up. "Quite stupid, really!"

The laughing grew louder and then the sound of water stopped. The laughing, unfortunately for Draco, was still loud.

Draco sighed. He turned to the television, seeing that now; the guy was talking to a salt and pepper shaker. He was, apparently, guessing which shelf the grocery belonged to. "Now the guy's talking to pepper and salt shakers! God, this is weird. Muggles are weird."

The laughing grew louder and then a crash was heard and the laughing stopped abruptly.

"Ow! Fuck."

Now, it was Draco's turn to laugh. He was laughing so hard, tears threatened to come down. Harry came out of the bathroom, pouting.

"Hey! I fell down!" He cried.

"Ahaha!! You were all like, 'hahahaha!', then" Draco didn't move and kept still, "and then you were all like, 'Ow. Fuck.' Oh god!! That was the funniest…" he trailed off, laughing harder.

Harry glared, pouting. "Come on, let's sleep. Unless you want to watch that." he gestured to the television.

Draco shook his head violently, a smile still on his lips. "No, no."

"Great." Harry said. "I'll watch it, then."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "I'll watch it then, too. If you're going to watch it."

And so they spent the whole day watching Blue's Clues until the marathon was finished. Along the way, they learned colors, how to add, what the significance of forks are, helped shovel and pail build a sand castle, helped salt and pepper shakers put groceries in their respective shelves, help a clock tell time, help soap take a bath and helped a picture look for its frame.

"I think I lost some brain cells." Draco said, massaging his head.

"What a stupid show. Oh, look, 'Dora the Explorer' is next."

"Can't we change channels?" Draco complained, thinking that that was another stupid show.

"Oh, okay." Harry said, sharing Draco's pain.

He switched the channel. They ended up watching 'Art Attack'.

"Now, that's just immoral." Draco commented. "Why would we want a hand sticking out our wall? And what did he call the glue he used?"

"PVA." Harry replied, sighing.

"Oh, and what's this?" Draco asked rhetorically. "Okay, that, that right there. That's immoral. In all sense of the word. Why make a picture frame, if you can buy one? Anyway, with all the dish washing you're gonna do, what he's doing is probably more expensive than the ready-made picture frame. Can we sleep now?" he asked Harry.

"Best idea you've had all day." Harry commented, turning the television off and placing the remote beside it.

He climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up.

"'Night, Draco."

"'Night, Pots." Draco said. "And let's not watch those shows ever again."

"Promise." Harry smiled into his pillow.

"Good."

And with that, they got their much needed rest. And Draco decided that living in the Muggle World isn't that bad.

If you're with Harry.

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