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I do not own the characters or the world. That Right belongs to JK Rowling and associated enitities.
Written after a prompt from Dracoredeemed. She takes all the blame. Nope, I'm not at fault. *scowls*
R-rated purley for squick.
Vernon Dursley sauntered into the bedroom he shared with his wife, and stopped at the door. Leaning against the door jam, he pushed his crotch out as he surveyed the scene before him. There was his darling Petunia, legs spread and feet flat against the mattress, in nothing but a flimsy camisole. His eyes caressed her body, before tracing the line of her endless neck up to her face.
“Come on, lover,” she purred, stroking her thighs.
Five steps had him at her side, each step causing his erection to jump, slapping wetly against his generous stomach. He climbed onto the bed, panting with anticipation, and caressed her slim body with trembling fingers. It was all he could do not to sink his member into her hot pussy, and the strain of holding back caused sweat to bead on his forehead.
“Are you ready, Pettie?”
“Always,” Petunia replied, spreading her legs further.
Harry bolted awake, a horrified scream trapped in his throat. Beside him, Draco stirred.
“Harry? You all right?” he asked, his voice rough from sleep.
“Fine,” Harry replied, laughing with relief. “That’s the last time I act as tester for the twins, though. Nightmare Nuggets, indeed.”