The characters and places described in this story are the copyrighted and trademarked property of author J.K. Rawlings and her publishers.
This story is certainly not part of the official Harry Potter series and is in no way endorsed by the author. I simply wanted to take a set of characters that have captured the imaginations of so many and try to spur those imaginations in a different direction.
Muggle Magic 2
Harry slept soundly that first night home from Hogwart's. Small wonder considering the intense physical and mental exertions he had endured. He awoke the next morning still completely naked, lying atop his wrinkled, moist, tangled bed sheets. He was awakened by the shrill shouts of his Aunt Petunia. He lay there a moment trying to collect his wits about him when suddenly the door was flung open and the rather large form of his Aunt loomed in the opening.
"Harry Potter," she was yelling, "Get yourself up out of.... What? You disgusting little boy, get some clothes on this instant. I don't know what kind of immoral habits they teach you at that, that so-called school you go to, but here in this house you will act and dress like a civilized human being. I certainly don't want to see your skinny rear and miniature pee-pee displayed like some heathen. Get dressed and come downstairs immediately. There's work to be done. You're not going to lie around all summer like royalty. You've got exactly 5 minutes."
The door slammed and she was gone. Harry felt suddenly ashamed. All the memories of last night came flooding back to him and he was forced to agree with his aunt. He was disgusting and immoral. All of those things she had said were true. He had engaged in sex with another boy and worst of all, he had enjoyed it. So much so that he could hardly wait to do it again.
He knew better than to disobey so he dressed quickly. He wished he could have taken a shower but he knew things would only be more difficult for him if he didn't meet his aunt's five-minute deadline. After getting dressed he rushed downstairs to find the rest of the family in the kitchen. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were sitting at the table listening to Aunt Petunia rant as she banged plates and pots and pans around while preparing to serve breakfast.
"I tell you the skinny runt was lying there naked as the day he was born. His puny wiener exposed for the entire world to see. Probably fell asleep playing with himself, the smutty little freak," his aunt was saying. "I could swear I heard moaning and groaning like some cat in heat coming from his bedroom last night. Some boys can be so gross and repulsive. I'm glad our little Dudley isn't like that. He's so well-behaved and decent"
Harry could feel the stern gaze of his uncle boring in on him and he reddened with embarrassment. He looked at Dudley, who sat there silently, dressed immaculately and looking freshly scrubbed, his round cheeks rosy in contrast to the smooth soft whiteness of his perfect plump skin. Dudley caught his eye and slowly winked as a smug smile crossed his rotund face.
"There you are," Harry's aunt addressed him, "I hope you washed your grubby little hands, at least." She moved toward him and suddenly her nose wrinkled as she exclaimed, "You stink like a billy goat! Don't you remember any of the manners your uncle and I tried to teach you before you went away to live with those other oddballs. You march right upstairs and wash yourself immediately. There'll be no breakfast for you this morning. We don't want your filthy hands touching decent people's food anyway."
As Harry turned to leave he saw his aunt move over to Dudley and pinching his pudgy cheek and taking his plump chin in her hands she cooed, "At least my beautiful Dudley-poo is a perfect little gentleman. Now Duddums, you stay away from that pervert. I don't want him to show you any of his filthy behavior. There's no telling what kind of unnatural things they taught him at that supposed academy. They're probably all depraved rapists and sex-fiends there."
Harry climbed the stairs and entered the bathroom on the 2nd floor. He slowly disrobed and took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. His Aunt Petunia was right. He was a runt with a puny wiener. He did feel grubby and grimy and the stench of his pre-pubescent body was an affront to even his own nostrils. But of all of the observations she had made the one that disturbed him most was that he was a pervert. But how could he argue with that? The growing attraction to other boys he had felt while at Hogwart's and now the powerful pleasure he had experienced last night while kissing another boy and touching, fondling, and stroking his penis brought to the forefront a thought that he had refused to face until now.
"I'm gay," he thought. "I'm a faggot, a poof. I love cocks. I love touching them. I even want to suck one. I want to suck Dudley's fat, perfect dick. I want to feel him shoot his cum in my mouth. I want to lick his titties and rub my hands all over his plump, portly body. I want to tongue his wide, round ass and stick my nose and mouth into his ample, sweaty crack. I even want him to fuck me. I want to feel a big, fat, stiff penis stuffed up my asshole. I want to feel his soft, fat belly slapping against my buttcheeks and his beautiful sperm-filled balls rubbing against my thighs."
He looked down and was mortified that these thoughts had made his penis grow erect once again. It seemed he was at the mercy of this smallest part of his body. "I can stifle these inclinations," he thought. "I have before and I can do it again." He grabbed a bar of soap and stepped into the shower. He scrubbed himself vigorously as if the soap and water might help to cleanse him of his impure impulses. But when he reached his crotch and started to lather his genitals his resolve to never again succumb to his sexual urges crumbled and he began to rub his peter into erection. He dropped the soap and grasped his stiff member with his thumb and two fingers and began to stroke it. What had happened to him, he wondered. He had been able to suppress his desires at Hogwart's. He had never before given in to masturbation. It was like a dam had burst last night under the tender ministrations of his cousin Dudley. The toothpaste was out of the tube and could not be put back in again. The spell that had been cast upon him could not be broken.
As he jerked himself to orgasm he fell back against the cold tiles of the shower stall. When he finally came to a shuddering, mind-bending climax he once again felt a little squirt of semen leave his dick and dribble down the back of his hand. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his own sparse cum from his fingers.
"Tastes good, doesn't it?"
Harry almost fell to the ground in surprise and his heart nearly stopped. Dudley was standing there looking through the clear glass shower door.
"How long have you been there," Harry gasped.
"Long enough," Dudley answered. "I would have given you a hand but it was sooo exciting to see you wanking your beautiful cock."
Harry could see the outline of an erect boy penis pushing out the front of Dudley's trousers. Once again the sight of the stout, chubby boy that stood in front of him pierced Harry's heart. Harry pushed open the shower door and gripped Dudley's stiff dick through the fabric of his pants, leaving a wet spot on Dudley's crotch as he did so.
Dudley pulled away and said, "No! Not now, you don't want us getting caught by my parents, do you? You heard what my mom thinks about anything having to do with sex. What do you think would happen if she found out we were gay, and that we were lovers?"
"Are you gay, then? Harry asked.
"Well of course, sweetie," Dudley answered. "Don't you think last night was ample proof of that?"
"Aren't you ashamed of what you are?"
"Hell, no. It's my dick, my hands, my ass, my mouth. I'll do what I want to with them. I just believe in being discreet. No sense upsetting my parents while I'm still a minor. I'm not quite thirteen yet and you're even younger. They might send me to a shrink or lecture me or try some weird thing to try to convince me I'm not what I am. But I know what I am and I know what I like. I even know who I like, love even. And I hope that he loves me back."
Harry's heart sank. So Dudley had a boyfriend. He was just using Harry for sex. That sense of being all alone under the Dursley's roof had seemed to lift for just a moment as Dudley confessed to Harry that he was gay, too. Now the feelings of loneliness closed in upon him again.
Harry quietly said in almost a whisper, "So, who is he then. This boy you love."
"Silly," said Dudley, "I love you, Harry Potter. I've always loved you. I just didn't know how to deal with it before I came to accept my homosexuality. That's why I was always so mean to you. I wanted you and I was afraid that you wouldn't want an overweight, fat boy like me."
Harry rejoiced as he felt a surge of the most powerful magic that exists in the world grip his heart. Harry was in love!