Beware of the Fat Muggle In Love

-----------------BEWARE OF THE FAT MUGGLE IN LOVE----------------------------

Chapter (1/?)

''AAAAH!!'' Neville screamed out in terror as he saw Dudley looking at him through the window.

He instantly waved his hand in a half-circle which made Dudley spin around and fall over. He quickly got on his feet and ran like hell into the bushes in the garden and crept together, trying to hide.

His heart was beating at an incredible rate, partially because of his overweight problems and partially because he'd just seen Neville getting out of the shower completely naked.

Neville had been visiting Harry at Privet drive since last Tuesday and Dudley had fallen in love with him almost immediately. Actually he hadn’t realised it until now, with his heart pounding from, not only exhaustion, but from excitement too.

How was he going to deal with these new feelings?

Should he hide his feelings for him?

Or should he just tell Neville and hope for the best?

He didn’t know about that yet. It was just too soon.

Right now all he really wanted was to get another peek at his private parts.

So he started to think out a plan.

It sure as hell took long, but after an hour and a half, he'd thought out a plan that could work.

''Could you pass the peas, please?" Dudley asked Neville at the dinner table. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were looking very uncomfortable. They didn’t like the idea of having another wizard, other than Harry, in their house. But they couldn’t forget Sirius Black, the man who was a supposed murderer and Harry's godfather. Of course he wasn’t a murderer, but they didn’t know that.

And that was Harry's ace card, the one thing he could use against his aunt and uncle when he wanted something really bad. The words 'I think I'll write my godfather a letter tonight.' would really worry them both and they'd always cave in to his wishes whenever he was "writing a letter".

So they were both wearing their best fake smiles when Neville was in the same room.

"What?" asked Neville, slightly bothered by Dudley.

"The peas, please," he repeated. Neville handed the bowl of peas to him with quite a rejecting look on his face. Dudley smiled widely, misinterpreting the look for a smile.

It was very quiet at the table, mainly because the Dursleys didn’t know Neville (and was quite frankly scared of him.) and didn’t want to get to know him. And Harry knew that they didn’t want to hear anything about magic in their house so he couldn’t really strike up a conversation about anything not related to magic. Neville wouldn’t know what he was talking about if he did.

"So.." said Uncle Vernon suddenly. Harry thought that he was about to ask Dudley or Aunt Petunia something so he was really surprised when he turned his head towards Neville.

"...What were you yelling about earlier anyway? Did you see a spider or something?" he asked rather pressured. It was clear that he didn’t want to ask Neville anything but couldn’t bear the uncomfortable silence.

"Well, no. I saw Dudley actually." Neville said. "He was looking at me through the bathroom window when I was taking a shower...." he explained as if he was happy to be rid of the silence. He didn’t notice that everyone else looked as if someone had walked all over their graves. You just didn’t imply to someone that their only son had gay tendencies as if you didn’t care the least. It wasn’t good manners and rather crude actually. But since Neville knew practically nothing about Muggle manners, he didn’t know that was wrong and that homosexuality wasn’t something to talk so openly about. Especially not in England. But before anyone had a chance comment him, Neville continued.

"....and I got really surprised and accidentally used some magic on him. It just disabled his balance for a second so he wasn’t hurt." Everyone’s jaws fell to the floor. That was the one rule you didn’t break in the Dursleys house. Talk about magic was completely forbidden (because that really scared them.)

"That reminds me. Harry, when does school start again?" Harry thought he would die right there on the spot. Uncle Vernon were giving him looks that Harry was sure could kill someone if Uncle Vernon wasn’t a Muggle.

"See, I forgot my Remembrall at home so I feel kind of like a three-armed Yolmak. Out of breeding season, of course," Neville explained to Aunt Petunia (who looked completely stunned)

"Would you excuse us for a minute?" Harry said and got up from his chair, yanking Neville’s arm.

He pulled him out in the hallway and pushed Neville up against the wall.

"Are you mental?? You will get us killed, going on about magic like that!" Harry whispered rather loudly, occasionally spitting through his clinched teeth.

Neville looked at him as if he had no idea what he'd done wrong.

"What? You never talk about magic with your aunt and uncle?" he said, barely believing it.

"Of course not! They are scared shitless of magic and thinks it's unnatural. And they are not open to discussing homosexuality either, especially not when it involves Dudley." Harry was waving his arms about in such a wild manner that Neville was starting to get worried about getting knocked out by mistake.

"Are you telling me they don't accept gay people either?!?" he asked. Neville couldn’t believe it. The Muggle society was totally weird and illogical to him, just like the wizard world was to Harry when he started out, and whenever Neville heard of something that really made no sense he just wanted to go back to Hogwarts.

Even if he had to take double sessions of Potions-class.

"I know, it's completely and utterly stupid, but that's the way they are and, sad to say, I can't change them. So let's just not upset them and try to talk about non-magical things, alright?"

Neville nodded and sighed before they both went back to the dining table where Dudley was totally unaware of the stupid look that had crept onto his face once he saw Neville again. Neville tried hard to ignore him.

Laughter broke the silence in Harry’s room about two hours after dinner. He and Neville were sitting on Harry’s bed in their pyjamas, talking about how obvious it was that Dudley was, literally, in heat for Neville.

"Did you see his face when we returned to the table?" Neville tried to stifle himself so he wouldn’t wake everyone up with his rather loud bursts of laughter. Harry was rolling around on the floor in agony of having to suppress his laughter that would definitely wake up not only the house but also half of the neighbourhood.

"I swear, of all the times he's looked stupid that was absolutely the one which he'd win a prise for!" Harry said while panting for air. Neville giggled even harder.

"I can't believe that he really wants me. I'm flattered and all, but....Oh God!!" Neville said and laughed so hard he fell off the bed.

Dudley woke up from Neville’s high-pitched laugh and started listening through the wall.

He couldn't hear much but he could make out some words. He grabbed a mug that was standing on the table across the room and put it against the wall so he could hear better.

Neville and Harry had started to do impressions of him.

"Oh, I want him so much my heart aches!" said Neville while trying to look like Dudley as much as possible. Harry snickered.

"Not to mention my hard prick!!" said Harry. Dudley couldn’t hear the difference between Harry’s and Neville’s voices so when he heard them say that, his heart skipped several beats. He stopped listening and started to dream about how it would feel to hold Neville in his arms and to kiss him. How it would feel to have sex with him.

With that thought, Dudley was hard as a rock and didn’t get much sleep that night.

--------------End of chapter 1. To be continued in chapter 2. "Off to Hogwarts"------------------

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