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Dudley walked into the kitchen grasping his hand. "What in the hell did you think you were doing!" he asked Jen angrily.

"Why, nothing," she replied, a perfect imitation of Dudley moments ago. Harry chuckled a little bit. "What's so funny, Potter?" Dudley spat.

"A lot of things actually," Harry replied, "but I can't decide which is funniest: the fact that you think Jen is somehow in the wrong here, or the fact that you actually thought you were going to get away with trying to hit on her." Now Jen chuckled as well.

"How was I supposed to know that she was a violent little bitch?" Dudley asked. Harry looked like he was about to explode.

"Take that back NOW Dudley, or else," Harry threatened. Instead of a "smart" remark, Dudley merely glared at Harry. Just what I effing need, Jen thought while rolling her eyes.

"You think you're such a big man. If she knew what you really were she would freak out. I could tell her, you know. I could tell her all about you being-" Dudley got cut off again.

"You really want to finish that sentence, Dud?" Harry asked balefully. The idiots forgot that I'm standing here. Honestly, do they think I'm stupid or something? Jen rolled her eyes again and then let her attention return to the boys that were arguing in front of her. Now why in the world would I have déjà vu? she thought sarcastically.

"-she wouldn't get within five feet of you is she knew what your school is like," Dudley claimed.

"Yeah, well she already doesn't want to be within ten feet of you," Harry shot back.

Alright, enough is enough. With practiced skill, Jen let out a long, loud whistle. Harry and Dudley both turned their heads to Jen, shutting up immediately. "Oh, that must be the tea," Petunia Dursley's voice said, "I'll just go and get that." The normally calm woman came in looking livid. Just what I need right now. "What on Earth on going on!" she asked. Honestly, Penny, you don't want to know. Jen kept her thoughts to herself, however.

"Nothing. Mum," Dudley replied. Apparently even he wasn't stupid enough to tell his mother what had happened.

Mrs. Dursley seemed surprised at he son's response, but obviously didn't care enough to question it. "Well then get back in the kitchen," she said, somewhat exasperatedly. The three teenagers did as they were told.

Harry's P.O.V.

Harry couldn't believe Dudley. Not only had he had the nerve to hit on Jen, but he had then almost told her the truth about Harry and his past. Luckily, the three of them were now in the kitchen, the rest of the adults completely unaware of what had been going on. Probably better that way. He looked over at Jen and saw that she was eyeing Dudley with both anger and suspicion. Harry didn't blame her. Actually, he started doing the same thing until he heard a light cough. Harry looked over and saw Mrs. Davenport giving him and Jen a warning look. His aunt came in and cleared out the plates. I guess dinner is over. Harry really couldn't have cared less. His aunt came back in with a large cake and some dessert plates. Dessert went slowly, with Jen looking deliberately at Harry and "accidentally" kicking Dudley from time to time. Finally it was over and the adults were going into the sitting room to have coffee and talk. "Mother, Father," Jen asked in an almost sickeningly sweet tone, "is it all right if I go outside for a quick walk around the neighborhood? I know it's a little late, but this neighborhood is so sound that I'm sure I'd be safe." She ended with a smile that Harry knew had to be fake.

"Sure sweety," Jen's dad replied, his voice somewhat deep, "just make sure not to stay out too late."

"I can escort her around the neighborhood if you want, Mr. Davenport," Dudley said. Stupid little suck up. Two can play at this game.

"That's okay, Dud. I'll do it so you can go relax," Harry said, hoping he sounded sincere.

His uncle looked as if he was about to speak, but before he could Jen squealed, "Oh, we'll all go. It'll be so fun." Harry was surprised that she could be such a believable ditz. Maybe this is the real Jen, he thought pessimistically. Still, he doubted that the Jen that had thrown acorns at Piers and let her face fall in a plate of pancakes had been an act.

Jen's P.O.V.

"-That's okay Dud," Harry said, "I'll do it so you can relax." Vernon Dursley opened his mouth to protest, but before he had a chance to, Jen actually managed to squeal, "Oh, we'll all go. It'll be so fun." She did her best to keep the big, cheesy smile on her face, but the thought of being anywhere near Dudley was enough to make her scream. She also noticed Harry frowning. Did he really have that little confidence in her? Did he really think she was truly like this? Now she was really in a bad mood. This was all Dudley's fault. He invited her over; he hit on her, and now he actually intended to walk around the neighborhood with her! I'm not going to be able to take much more of this…

Harry's P.O.V

The three teenagers went out the door. Once they were far enough from they house, Dudley opened his mouth to start yelling, but Jen beat him to it, "What in the hell did you think you were doing! Didn't I already make it clear to you that I don't want you anywhere near me, Dursley! The cute and innocent act only happens in front of adults. If you think the fork thing was harsh, just try pissing me off again. I for one will be surprised if you don't end up in the hospital for it! And as for the whole 'violent bitch' thing: did you honestly think I wasn't aware of that already! It's adding insult to injury to patronize my intelligence like that!"

Dudley, who had originally been angry for Jen beating him to the punch, was dumbstruck. Sadly, the affect was only temporary, "I was thinking that I would tell you off for stabbing me with your fork like that! Obviously, you aren't very smart because you're stupid enough to be messing with me like this. I'll make this clear to you here and now, Jenny: you can't take me, so don't try."

Jen looked beyond pissed now. She jumped up just high enough to punch Dudley square in the jaw. There was a resounding crack and Dudley stumbled backwards into a tree trunk. He was now leaning up against it as Jen stomped over and grabbed the collar of his shirt. She pulled it towards her so that the she and Dudley were eye level. "Do. Not. Call. Me. Jenny." she stated dangerously. With that she let go of his collar, her fingers just barely brushing up against his face.

Whatever pain Dudley seemed to have been experiencing was gone. He stood up to his full height and looked angrily from Jen to Harry. "You'll regret this," he said before walking away.

Jen's P.O.V.

Jen and Harry eventually went back to their houses, and now Jen was pacing around her room. Stupid git, why couldn't he have just left us alone. She had fractured Dudley's jaw. The crack she had heard proved that. Then she had had to fix it without either of them noticing. I still blame Dudley. It's all that fat idiot's fault. Still, she should have been able to control her anger enough to not break any bones. Had she not fixed it, questions would have been asked. The answers to some of those questions might very well have been deadly. She doubted that Dudley would actually tell anyone, but he might try to figure it out for himself. She definitely didn't look strong enough to fracture bones with one punch. She hoped that he would just leave her and Harry alone, but she doubted that such a thing would happen. How long until Harry finds out about me?