A rumble shook the house as Vernon thundered up the stairs. His meaty fist pounded on the door to Harry's bedroom, rattling it in its frame.
"Boy!"
Groggily, Harry rolled over in bed. The sun was already rising high in the sky. He should have been up long before now, but he couldn't be bothered. His nights were plagued with the memory of Cedric dying at the hands of Wormtail. The green light of the Killing Curse flashed in his mind's eye far too often to allow him more than a couple hours of sleep at a time.
The pounding on his door only increased.
"BOY!" Vernon shouted.
"Yes?" Harry replied, doing his best to prevent any irritation from entering his tone. That would only lead to trouble.
Evidently, he didn't succeed.
"Don't take that tone with me," Vernon snapped. "You should be grateful that we're letting you stay here while Petunia and I go off on holiday. Now, get up and start cleaning the kitchen. Your aunt had to go to all the trouble of cooking for us since you decided to sleep in. I won't have it again! Get downstairs and get to work! Now!"
Groaning, Harry pushed aside his duvet and slowly got to his feet as Vernon went charging back downstairs. By the time he managed to throw on a shirt and some trousers, he heard the front door slamming closed. Peering out of his window, he watched as Petunia and Vernon clambered into their car and swiftly made their departure.
The house was unnaturally quiet as he made his way downstairs. Sure enough, the kitchen was a complete disaster. His aunt was a fine cook, but ever since he was old enough to clean the kitchen by himself, she hadn't put much care into keeping things tidy. Grease-stained baking sheets and a pot with clear signs of over-boiled baked beans running down its exterior had been haphazardly thrown into the sink. The dinning table still had the remnants of everyone's breakfasts. Naturally, there hadn't been any food left for him.
Sighing to himself, Harry mechanically started cleaning up. It was a familiar, rote process that didn't take much effort to do. He filled the sink up with hot, soapy water and got to work scrubbing the messy pot before setting the baking sheets in to soak so that the grease would be easier to clean off. As that happened, he cleared away everyones plates, cutlery, and glasses off of the table and set them down in a neat pile on the counter top.
He was nearly finished washing everything in the sink when he heard the front door open. He wondered if his aunt and uncle had forgotten something, but as he peered round the corner, he saw something worse.
"Oi, freak!" Dudley cackled as he stomped into the kitchen with his friends in tow. Piers, Dennis, Gordon, and Malcolm, four absolute twats who followed Dudley and did everything he said, had been a pain in Harry's side ever since he was little. It was only now that he was older and had put on some muscle thanks to his years of Quidditch at Hogwarts that they couldn't bully him around anymore like they used to. Still, that didn't stop words from being traded between them, and Harry knew that he still had to be careful lest he get jumped by all five of them at once.
"What do you want, Dudley?" Harry asked as he turned back to the sink to continue cleaning.
"Someone's in a pissy mood," Dudley snickered. "And here I was telling the lads about how I heard you touching yourself while moaning the name of some bloke you know. Tell me, did you manage to finish yourself off to this Cedric of yours, or did you—"
Dudley couldn't finish his sentence before Harry's fist connected with his jaw. He hadn't even realised that he was moving until he felt a jolting pain in his shoulder when he punched Dudley.
Either Harry was stronger than he thought or Dudley hadn't been expecting the blow because he staggered backwards into the wall. A photo rattled in its frame as Dudley's wide girth made the wall shake.
Suddenly, Harry was grabbed by hands from all around him. Dudley's gang of friends were trying to restrain him, but Harry wasn't having it. Though both of his arms were being grabbed, he still had his legs. He lashed out sharply, and Malcolm went down as Harry's foot connected with his groin. Then, Harry slammed his head to the side, cringing as his skull connected with Piers' face. The two men recoiled from the blows, giving Harry the opportunity he needed to try to slip free.
He only managed to free one arm before Dudley got back up and socked Harry right on his temple. His vision darkened for a moment as his head snapped to the side, and then he was left gasping as Dudley punched him hard in the stomach. His glasses fell from his face, and Piers kicked them far out of reach.
"My boxing training hasn't been for nothing," Dudley spat in Harry's face. "You'd better think twice about pulling a fucking stunt like that again, you hear me?"
Harry didn't get a chance to respond before Dudley punched him in the head again. He tried to fight back, but Dudley's friends were keeping his arms and legs on lockdown.
"I stayed home so that someone could be here to watch after the freak," Dudley mocked Harry. "And I've decided that I'm holding a little party tonight. You'd best stay upstairs in your bedroom the whole night unless you want another beating. And then you'll be the one to clean the place up tomorrow. Got it?"
He punched Harry again, and all of his friends laughed.
"Let's go, lads," Dudley said, turning away from Harry.
Gordon and Dennis let Harry fall to the floor as they followed Dudley, Piers, and Malcolm back out of the house. As the door slammed shut, Harry took a moment to catch his breath before searching for his glasses.
He hated Dudley so much. If only he'd had his wand, then he could've properly protected himself. Five against one wasn't fair, and yet he'd known that going into the fight. But even if he'd used his wand, he still would've gotten into trouble with the Ministry for using magic in front of muggles. It was a lose-lose situation.
When Harry stood back up, he felt a small trickle of blood dripping down his cheek. Dudley did like to wear rings on some of his fingers, and one had evidently cut him.
The last of the washing up was forgotten as Harry headed upstairs to the bathroom to clean himself up. The mirror revealed a sickly sight. His face was already showing signs of swelling up around his right eye, and he had a nasty-looking cut just above it.
He wiped the blood clean from his face and headed into his bedroom where his Hogwarts trunk was. He cracked it open and went rifling through the potions he'd purchased from Diagon Alley earlier this summer. A few drops of Essence of Dittany applied to hit cut healed it smoothly, though Harry still cringed as greenish smoke blew from his healed wound. Then, he drank the remaining half of a vial of Wiggenweld Potion. He'd had to use the other half earlier in the summer when he'd burnt his hands while cooking.
The solution and potion worked quickly, and the throbbing pain that had built up in Harry's head faded quickly. He returned to the mirror a few moments later and wiped away the last of the blood. If he was lucky, there'd be no sign that he'd gotten to a fight at all come evening. He needed to be if he was going to put his plan into action.
Well, calling it a plan was a bit of a stretch. In all reality, it was little more than a desire to get payback on Dudley and his friends, and what better time to do so than at a party? He'd have to be careful and sly, but he knew that he could do it.
Now, it was time to actually come up with something he could do.
By the time that darkness fell upon the world around him, Harry knew that he was ready.
The sounds of music blaring beneath his feet and the endless stream of men and women entering into the Dursley's home had long since signalled the vulnerabilities that Dudley had left. All it would take was a single spark to ignite it all.
Yet, Harry had no intentions of ruining the party. In fact, he was going to join it.
He slipped down the staircase, unnoticed by those who lingered around there. He was simply yet another partygoer who'd taken a trip upstairs to use the washroom. The potions in his pockets jingled but barely made a noise above the music playing below.
Dudley and his gang were positioned around the dinning room. Dozens of people crowded around them, carrying drinks that they'd brought over from the kitchen, where a trio of men dressed in cheap suits were serving up various concoctions. Harry made a mental note of all of them as he slipped into the sitting room and disguised himself as yet another partier.
It was unbelievably easy to hide amongst the crowd. As Harry moved around, he kept an eye on his cousin and his friends to see just how aware they were of their surroundings. In the few minutes he spent watching them, they barely ever glanced away from everyone in their immediate vicinity. At one point, Harry swore that Piers looked right at him, but the man was either too inebriated to notice him or simply didn't recognise him.
As he shifted around to another position, considering how he was going to get close enough to put his plan into action, he suddenly stopped when he heard his name being called out.
"Harry?" A familiar voice said from behind his shoulder.
A frown came across his face as he turned around. "Katie?" He said in surprise.
His teammate from the Gryffindor Quidditch team was stood in a muggle outfit of jeans and a white crop top in the midst of a trio of women. He felt like he might have recognised one of them, but it must have been some time since he'd seen them last because he couldn't quite make out her name in his mind.
"What are you doing here?" Katie asked as she came forward for a hug. Her lean, Quidditch-toned body pressed against his in a familiar way that reminded him of their celebrations after a match.
"I, err… live here," Harry laughed.
"But isn't this…" Katie frowned. She turned back to her friend. "Didn't you say that it was some guy who went to your uni who's hosting the party?"
"It is," the friend Harry thought he recognised replied. "Harry here is Dudley's delinquent cousin."
Katie let out a snort. "Delinquent? I guess that's true in a sense. You are always getting up to something with those friends of yours."
"You know him?" Her other friend asked in surprise.
"Of course," Katie replied. "We go to school together."
"Do you mind if I borrow Katie for a moment?" Harry asked quickly. He didn't want to linger too long lest Dudley or one of his friends catch wind of him.
"Sure," her friends said, and Harry pulled Katie away towards the window where they could have a little bit more privacy. The blaring music ensured that their conversation wouldn't be heard by anyone else.
"Are they muggles?" Harry asked Katie once they were far enough away from her friends. The horde of people dancing shielded them from sight from Dudley and his friends.
Katie nodded her head. "My aunt is a squib, so I've spent a lot of time in the muggle side of Britain. Those are a couple of my friends that live on the same street as my aunt; I've known them since I was little."
"I feel like I recognise one of them," Harry said.
"That'd be Chelsea," Katie told him. "She said that she went to primary with Dudley, and I guess that means you too, yeah?"
He faintly remembered a Chelsea in his class at primary school, but she'd often been with her own group of friends. He didn't necessarily remember her interacting much with Dudley or his goons, but neither did she help Harry deal with them.
"Yeah," Harry replied.
"I can't believe that you're actually here," Katie giggled. "I never expected to see you outside of Hogwarts like this. And I never heard you talk about a cousin before."
"Let's just say that's because he makes Draco Malfoy seem pleasant," Harry snorted.
"Ouch," Katie raised an eyebrow. "That bad, huh?"
"Pretty much," Harry grimaced. "He tried to ban me from coming down here tonight."
"Playing the rebel then, are we?" Katie giggled again as her hand brushed his arm.
"Planning payback, actually," Harry told her.
"Payback can wait," Katie said as she took his hands into hers. "This is a party. At least dance with me first."
"If I get caught—" Harry began to protest.
"You won't," Katie assured him as she pulled him along into the throng of party-goers dancing in the middle of the room. "Trust me, I'll keep you safe."
She flashed him a flirtatious wink and then started to move to the beat of the music. Harry had half a mind to pull away and commit to his plan, but the idea of dancing with Katie right beneath Dudley's nose was just too enticing a thought. Why shouldn't he be able to have fun too?
So, Harry started dancing along with Katie. The fast-paced beat of the music had everyone dancing wildly, and the sweltering heat of so many bodies crammed in tightly together made the atmosphere electric.
When he went to spin Katie around, she only made it halfway through her rotation before someone accidentally shoved her towards Harry. Her arse connected with his crotch, and Harry instinctively grabbed onto her hips to help steady her. However, that didn't stop either of them from dancing, even when Harry felt his cock beginning to stir in his trousers. He knew that Katie could feel it too because she started applying more pressure against it.
Then, all of a sudden, Katie spun around and kissed him. The sensation was overwhelming and intense. Her soft, delicate lips pressed against his with an intense need that left him dizzy. He could smell her floral perfume and the taste of fresh berries on her lips.
"Fuck, Katie," Harry moaned as he kissed her again. Her brown hair fell around his face, giving them a private moment despite the chaos around them.
In all his years as apart of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, he'd never quite imagined kissing Katie as he was now. Sure, he'd fantasised about her, but she'd seemed out of his reach for whatever reason. Their kiss was something natural that barely reflected their shared past. If anything, their history together only added to the intimacy of the moment.
Katie broke off the kiss first, her chest rising and lowering as she relished in the moment.
"You've been too fit for too long," she murmured beneath the drone of the music.
Harry laughed. "I could say the same to you."
"Does that mean that you fantasised about me in the showers after a practice?" Katie asked bluntly.
Harry glanced around them. No one seemed particularly interested in their conversation; no one was set to ruin their moment.
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't," Harry admitted. "Have you done the same?"
"I have," Katie admitted with a nervous smile. "Angelina and Alicia have both had crushes on you too, but I guess mine's lingered the longest."
Harry couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He'd accidentally walked in on Katie getting changed one-too-many times for him not to have fantasised about what they could get up to together, and now she was finally here. It felt like they could connect on a deeper level without the barrier of Hogwarts between them.
Without pausing for a beat, Harry leaned in and kissed Katie again. He felt and heard her moan into the kiss and relished the way she pressed her body against his. Her perky breasts were noticeable against his chest, and she pushed one of her legs in between his, touching his cock again. She seemed so small against him.
By the time their kiss broke apart, Harry was barely aware of the sound of his cousin cackling loudly above the music that was playing.
"Don't worry about him," Dudley announced loudly. "He's a pathetic loser."
It wasn't difficult to determine who Dudley was talking about.
"Potter's never been worth much at all. Just pretend like he never existed; you'll be better off for it," Dudley added.
Harry and Katie broke apart then, and both glanced over at the group of women Dudley was talking to. He'd practically formed a court around him, and so many foolish women were eating up his every word.
"Want me to make him eat slugs?" Katie joked to Harry.
"I've got a better idea," Harry said, flashing the potion vial within his jacket.
Even though Katie likely didn't recognise the concoction he held, she smiled back at him regardless. "Let's do it," she said with excitement in her tone.
Without a word needing to be said, Katie veered off towards Dudley and his friends with a sway in her hips. Harry knew instantly that she'd become a prime target of his cousin, who valued women who had an incredible amount of sexual appeal. Just as he expected, Dudley's focus on the women around him faded as Katie waded into the mix. He quickly started chatting her up, giving his cronies the chance to talk to the women whom Dudley's had spurned.
Harry slowly pushed forward through the crowd of partiers, making sure not to make his movements too noticeable to Dudley or anyone else who could ruin his plans.
Once he reached the kitchen, he found the man relegated to preparing Dudley and his gang's next set of drinks.
"I've got it, mate," Harry told the lad, pushing himself between him and the counter top where the cups sat. The man shrugged and let Harry go about his business, giving him the perfect opportunity to pour in the laxative potion.
Harry slipped away the second the last cup had its appropriate dose. Katie spotted his movement out of the corner of her eye and swiftly said her goodbye to Dudley before making her way back into the crowd. Harry met up with her in the sitting room where they'd first kissed.
"It won't take long now," Harry murmured.
"The prick deserves whatever's coming to him," Katie replied. "He tried to slip a hand up my top."
Harry jolted in alert. "He didn't though, did he?"
"Hell no," Katie answered with a giggle. "I pulled away at the right moment and slapped his hand away. He seemed angry, but I guess he stifled it because he still hoped to get with me by the end of the night."
"You're not going to bed with anyone except for me," Harry stated possessively, surprising even himself with how dominant he was being. And yet, any worries faded away the moment Katie replied.
She practically moaned at his words. "That's just what I've been hoping to hear."
The two of them snuggled up close together and stared off towards the dinning room. It took several minutes for Dudley and his friends to finish off their current drinks. Then, they grabbed the fresh ones left on the counter for them.
Malcolm was the first to break. He doubled over at the waist, clutching his stomach with a pained expression.
Rather than dash towards the bathroom, the poor man rushed out the back door to the garden. Harry lost sight of him then but expected that he was shitting his guts out on one of Aunt Petunia's prized plants.
The rest of Dudley's friends swiftly followed. None of them seemed confident enough in their ability to rush upstairs. Instead, they were relegated to finding a safe place to expunge their bodies of whatever was coursing through them somewhere outside.
Dudley looked utterly confused as his friends sprinted outside. He didn't even have the intelligence to question what was within his drink.
Harry had a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched Dudley try to sprint outside too. His smirk only grew as Dudley failed to make it outside. The loud fart that escaped Dudley brought half of the party to a standstill, and then the smell came.
"We should get upstairs," Harry warned Katie. He didn't want Dudley's stench to reach them and ruin the evening.
"Then let's go," Katie said eagerly.
There was a tremendous amount of groans of displeasure as the scent of Dudley's bowels spread throughout the party. People fled out the front door in rapid succession. Those who chose to take the back door out to the garden quickly reconsider their choices upon smelling and hearing the sounds of Dudley's gang relieving themselves out there. It was a stampede of chaos, and Harry and Katie used that opportunity to slip away.
Harry pulled Katie upstairs, bypassing the few people who remained on the staircase or in line for the bathroom. He brought her straight into his bedroom and shut the door closed behind them.
"Just a second," Harry said as he managed to find his wand in his trunk next to his vials of potions. He gave it a quick wave and applied a Locking Charm, Silencing Charm, and a barrier to prevent any smells from getting inside. By the time he turned back around, Katie was already sat on the edge of his bed, looking a touch bit nervous.
"We're really going to do this," Katie murmured.
"If you're having second thoughts…" Harry said tentatively, only to stop as Katie quickly shook her head.
"It's not that," she told him. "I've just pictured this moment for so long."
"You don't have to picture it anymore," Harry told her as he crossed the room to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her back down onto the bed as he kissed her.
"Mmm, Harry," Katie moaned into the kiss. She let herself fall back onto the bed, leaving Harry to loom above her.
The two of them kept kissing, blissfully ignorant to the chaos still raging down below. It didn't take long before Katie's hands started to roam his chest, and as fair was fair, Harry took the opportunity to slip one hand beneath her crop top. His fingertips grazed the underwire of her bra, tracing it before he let his fingers slip beneath it.
Katie arched into his touch as his hand cupped her breast. It was just a bit bigger than a handful but deliciously perky and firm. Her nipple was already hard and eager to be touched. The stimulation was enough to make Katie's own hands still as she squirmed beneath him.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you like this," Harry murmured huskily.
"What else have you wanted to do to me?" Katie asked him softly.
Fuck, that was all the invitation he needed to take things to the next stage. With a cocky grin, his hand left her breast and moved down to her jeans. The front button came undone, and Katie looked like she stopped breathing as her excitement took over. She shimmied her legs, helping Harry to pull jeans down before he tossed them aside in his room. The white cotton panties she had on underneath had a small dark patch right where her wetness had seeped through. Harry hooked his thumb through the waistband of it.
"Take your top and bra off," Harry ordered her as he slowly tugged her panties down. She had a neatly-trimmed patch of brown hair above her glistening pink pussy that Harry was unbelievably excited to dive into.
"Only if you get undressed too," Katie retorted as she already started taking her top off.
Fair was fair.
Once Harry got Katie's panties all the way off, he stepped back and started undressing too. He moved with a hastiness that revealed his eagerness to get going, and Katie watched his every action with a hungry expression in her eyes. When he finally got his trousers and pants down around his ankles, her gaze fell straight to his hard cock, and he swore that she practically moaned at the sight.
As much as he wanted to get his cock inside of her right now, there was another step that he needed to take care of first.
With both of them naked, Harry plopped back down on the bed. The only difference was that this time he landed right in between Katie's thighs. She pulled his pillows down from the head of Harry's bed to rest against as she watched him make his first move.
"You look so fucking hot," Harry told her, his warm breath misting across her opening.
Katie trembled. "Stop teasing me and get on with it," she said desperately.
Harry laughed. "Say please."
"Please Harry, I—oh!"
His tongue licked up her moist folds and finished with the softest touch on her clit. The moan that escaped Katie's lips resembled the most beautiful singing he'd ever heard. Her hands formed fists as she grabbed onto his bedsheets when Harry's next lick had her moaning again.
He'd never once truly imagined the wonderful sounds that Katie could make under the right circumstances. Of course, he knew she could moan, but not like this. It was truly angelic, and he let his tongue dance around her opening to send further shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. She was dripping with her fluids of arousal, coating his lips and the corners of his mouth as he tasted her.
Steadily, Katie's face grew more flushed as Harry licked her core. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, making her breasts jiggle slightly on her chest. It was an intensely erotic sight, but Harry wouldn't be satisfied with just that. He wanted to hear her scream.
The more his tongue focused on her clit, the more Katie moaned. When he captured it between his lips and applied just the gentlest amount of suction, her thighs trembled on either side of his head and she had to bite her lip hard to stop herself from crying out.
"Go ahead," Harry told her. "No one else can hear us."
"Fucking hell," Katie breathed out as Harry returned to teasing her clit with his mouth. "Harry, I'm so close."
Good, that was exactly what he'd been waiting for. He knew that his motions were just right, so he kept up with them and made Katie moan louder and louder.
Without any warning, Katie's thighs suddenly held Harry's head in a vice as she squealed loudly. Her body throbbed as her orgasm tore through her, and Harry kept lapping at her clit the whole way through.
By the time Katie finished, Harry's cock was throbbing with need. He sat up, staring down at Katie's beautiful body as she gasped for breath.
"I can't wait any longer," Katie told him breathlessly. "I need you inside of me right now."
Harry couldn't wait either. As he climbed on top of Katie, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for yet another kiss. His cock poked at her thighs, so Katie reached down with one hand and grabbed his shaft. Her skin felt so unbelievably warm against his that he couldn't help but buck in her hand. Katie giggled into their kiss and angled his cock down towards her slick opening.
The second Harry made contact with her, he pushed forward slowly. The unbelievably tight heat of her pussy engulfed him, and it took everything in his power not to slam all the way forward in a single thrust. He wanted to take his time with Katie and not ruin things, so he forced himself to go slowly to allow her to adjust to his girth.
"You can go faster, Harry," Katie smiled at him.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked her. "I know I'm a bit on the bigger side. I don't want to hurt you."
"Please," Katie laughed him off. "I've been through plenty of rough Quidditch practices. I can take it."
"Alright," Harry chuckled along with her. "Just don't say I didn't warn you."
Harry thrust forward suddenly, filling her with every inch of his cock. Harry saw Katie realise her mistake the second her eyes bugged out and her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. He gave her a second to recant her decision, but when she didn't, he started to pound her pussy.
Her walls clung to his shaft, begging him to stay inside of her as he pulled his hips back quickly. They welcomed him back as he slammed forward, letting his balls smack off of her arse. Filling her up completely was a wonderful sensation unlike any other in this world, and Harry felt like he was going to lose his mind from it.
"Harry!" Katie cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist. She moaned and screamed as Harry fucked her roughly, and she loved every second of it.
"We can do this back at Hogwarts," Harry told her as he kept slamming into her. "Just imagine what Angelina and Alicia would think if they walked into the locker room and heard you screaming like this."
"They'd know I was getting fucked by your fat cock," Katie moaned. "Please, keep going!"
Harry groaned as her walls clenched down hard around him. He fell forward, letting his chest rest against Katie's breasts as he kissed her again. He gyrated his hips, still thrusting into her at a pretty rapid pace. Her wetness had coated his cock, helping to smooth out his thrusts. She was going to be sore tomorrow, but it would be so worth it.
"I'm really close," Harry warned Katie.
"Do it inside of me," she practically begged him. "I'm on the potion."
That was all Harry needed to hear. He pounded into her again and again until he couldn't take it anymore. With a deep groan, he unleashed a torrent of cum inside of Katie's pussy, spilling into her womb and coating her walls. Her pussy squeezed him hard as he filled her up.
Finally, Harry was breathless and exhausted. He rolled off of Katie but kept his cock inside of her as the two of them snuggled closer together.
"That was incredible," she said dreamily as she kissed him again.
"Do you have anywhere you need to be in the morning?" Harry asked her.
"No," she shook her head. "I told my parents I was staying round Chelsea's tonight. Guess that means I'm all yours until tomorrow."
"Good," Harry grinned. "Because I'm not satisfied yet."
"Neither am I," Katie admitted with a devilish grin. "Should we go try out the shower? It'd make for good practice for when we're showering after a Quidditch practice."
Harry grinned back and kissed her soundly. She took the words right out of his mouth.