The Veela’s Champion Chapter 11

Dudley Dursley had no idea how he ended up in the situation he was currently in. It was only little more than a year ago that Harry had inflated his aunt and sent her floating all across Surrey, and yet now all of that was forgotten as he did his best to reconnect with his cousin. And the reason for that was the tiny girl who had ripped through his life like a whirlwind.

His girlfriend wasn’t the prettiest, even he could see that much. Her nose was sunken in, and her face filled with freckles and acne. She was skinny and small, to the point she just looked like a much younger girl than she actually was. And yet Dudley had still come to love her, despite her tiny stature, and luckily she didn’t seem to mind his overweight form either.

She was definitely the nicest girl he had met, especially when it came to putting up with his own bad habits and temperament. That said, Chloe seemed to have a knack for coming up with ideas and sticking with them to the very end. Once his girlfriend got an idea in her head, it was all Dudley could do to follow along and keep up.

So when his cousin Harry just so happened to come up in conversation, Dudley was unable to stop the onslaught of questions his girlfriend asked of him. Chloe hadn’t stopped questioning him until she found out everything she wanted to know about Harry. And it was only through pure luck he was able to convince her of Harry’s phony cover story of him being sent to a special boarding school in Scotland.

And just when he thought it was over, his girlfriend got one of those ideas in her head that just so happened to involve his magical cousin.

Flashback

“This will work out perfectly, won’t it!” Chloe smiled deviously, the kind of smile that signaled she had a plan in mind. “We’ll all meet and have New Year’s supper at your place. It will be a great time to meet your parents!”

That alone sounded like a dreadful ordeal, especially with how his Mum always acted during such events. Dudley used to enjoy such social occasions when he was younger, wanting to please his parents and all, but as he got older the novelty of them diminished.

But if his girlfriend wanted to meet his parents, that that’s what they were going to do. That said, just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did.

“And you’ll have to invite your cousin as well.” Chloe continued on. “I would love to meet him.”

“Oh… um, I’m not sure Harry can make it.” Dudley said, not sounding overly convincing. “He usually doesn’t want to come home from school for Christmas.”

Chloe’s eyes flashed, and he winced. Once his girlfriend had a plan in head, it would be hard to make her change her mind.

“And why wouldn’t he want to come home for Christmas?” His girlfriend suddenly resembled a very dangerous predator in that moment.

“Mum and Pa aren’t too fond of him, ya know?” Dudley stammered out. “They don’t like him being around. And to be honest, we’re not exactly on good terms.”

Chloe suddenly looked very disappointed, and it hurt. “Dudley… what aren’t you telling me?”

He thought back to all the terrible moments over the years where his parents treated Harry like rubbish. He remembered the cupboard under the stairs, the bars on his window, and all the times his Pa grabbed and hit Harry in anger. All it did was make him feel more ashamed.

“My Mum has just never liked him much, as Harry’s the son of her sister who died when he was a baby.” He continued. “My parents always treated him like rubbish, making him do too many chores and always yelling at him. I feel kinda bad thinking about it now, but I just never knew any better growing up.”

There was a long silence when he finished, and Dudley winced when Chloe grabbed his hand.

“Write to your cousin, and apologize.” Chloe said with finality. “Then, invite him for dinner.”

Flashback End

Harry’s white owl just so happened to show up after that, almost like the owl knew Dudley needed to make use of her services. And from there it was as simple as writing Harry an awkward invitation, addressed to that magic school of his.

Chloe didn’t speak to him for nearly a week after their talk, and Dudley knew that a huge part of their relationship was hanging on his ability to reconnect with Harry. And while he certainly could see why his girlfriend was upset with him, it didn’t make it any easier to bury those feelings related to his cousin after so many years.

He knew he had been a right prat to Harry over the years, and it had been only amplified by how his parents treated him. But as Chloe had told him, now would be the time to turn over a new leaf and move on, and Dudley didn’t want to let such an opportunity go to waste. ‘If I don’t do this right, my girlfriend will murder me.’

He was sitting in the living room when the doorbell rang, and Dudley stood up to get the front door. The party had started, himself and Chloe were already present, meaning that the only other person who would arrive at Privet Drive would be his cousin.

“Oh hey, Har-” He opened the door and stopped, as he was suddenly greeted by a tall blonde girl, and Dudley couldn’t help but swallow thickly as her blue eyes stared him down.

But it wasn’t just her scary eyes that drew his attention, but rather her beautiful body that was more akin to what a supermodel would have. She had long blonde hair of the perfect platinum shade, with an aristocratic face that had high cheekbones. Her legs were long and her thighs thick, leading to a thin waist that her coat’s belt only emphasized. And, of course, Dudley could only notice the impression on her coat that signaled a pair of big breasts.

“Bloody hell.”

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Harry’s muggle home and neighborhood was much smaller than she imagined, fit with boxy homes crammed together and ordained with tiny matching yards. The house that was number 4 Privet Drive could have fit inside her own bedroom, and she could only imagine what it would be like to grow up in such a small home with no expansion charms.

The clack of her boots echoed throughout the empty street as Fleur crossed the road, walking next to her boyfriend as they headed to his relatives’ home. It was the middle of December in Britain, meaning it was dreadfully cold, and she was dressed the part.

Harry pressed a strange button when they arrived at the front door, and soon enough it opened. A large, fat, whale of a boy greeted them, and Fleur couldn’t help but stare at his two chins as he spoke.

“Oh, hey, Harr-” He opened the door fully and suddenly his eyes widened as he caught sight of her. “Bloody Hell.”

Fleur just raised an unimpressed brow, and gave him a look she regularly reserved for the Weasley brood. To his credit, Harry’s fat cousin recovered rather quickly.

“Dudley, this is Fleur.” Harry sounded unimpressed, but not overly surprised by his cousin’s reaction.

“S-Sorry!” The boy quickly said, his face reddening as he stepped away to allow them inside. “Just surprised to see you came, is all. Please come in!”

They entered the tiny muggle abode, and she took off her winter coat to reveal the casual blue dress she wore underneath. When that was done she grabbed Harry’s shoulder before leaning in.

“You lied to me, mon amour.” Fleur whispered. “You said your cousin was as fat as a whale. I think he is fatter.”

Harry snorted, but just then a woman who was probably Harry’s aunt called out from deeper in the home.

“Diddykins?” Came a shrill woman’s voice from a room over. “Who’s here, sweety?”

“It’s just Harry, Mum.” Replied Harry’s cousin.

The both of them walked past a cupboard under the stairs and into the living room, right as an ugly older woman with teeth that were too big entered. She glared at Harry upon catching sight of him, not even bothering to speak, and Fleur wanted to burn her alive in that very moment. ‘It seems Harry also understated how terrible his Aunt is.’

After trying and failing to seemingly scare Harry away with her glare, the woman’s attention then shifted to Fleur, and Harry’s aunt went from being infuriated to utterly shocked. Fleur just gave her a grin that exposed her two rows of perfect teeth, and suddenly Mrs. Dursley was running off with her metaphorical tail between her legs.

“I guess we can talk to Aunt Petunia later.” Harry said strangely, watching the woman flee into the kitchen without saying a word to them.

“Oui, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Hello!” A chirpy girl’s voice called out then, and Fleur turned to see a skinny brunette girl headed their way. “I don’t believe we’ve met before, I’m Chloe.”

Harry’s fat cousin walked next to the small brunette girl who looked dangerously thin. Fleur’s boyfriend just gave a small smile before shaking her hand. “Harry.”

“I’m Fleur.” She didn’t bother shaking the girl’s hand.

“I had heard you went to boarding school, Harry, did the two of you meet there?”

“We actually met in a school tournament that we’re both competing in.” Harry explained rather awkwardly, and Fleur tried not to grimace at the reminder of the Triwizard Tournament.

“A tournament?” Harry’s muggle cousin looked moderately alarmed, probably imagining all sorts of strange things to do with magic. He then looked at Fleur, and his mouth seemed to move quicker than his brain. “You’re not a model, are you?”

“Non, just blessed with good genes.”

“~the ham isn’t ready, Vernon.” Mrs. Dursley’s voice drifted in from the kitchen.

“Well I can’t do everything at once!” A man who was probably Harry’s uncle barked. “You said the freak was here, did you not? Get him in here and have him do the work!”

The whole room went awkwardly silent, and it was all Fleur could do to not set the home up in flames when Harry’s aunt entered. “Harry, I need you to-”

“Non.” Fleur gripped her boyfriend’s arm tightly, as she glared down the miserable muggle woman. “You don’t get to ask Harry of anything, especially when he is a guest in your home.”

Mrs. Dursley frowned heavily. “We just need a bit of help in the kitchen-”

“Then you can figure it out yourself, and not use Harry to save you from your own trouble. My Maman always carefully prepares when we have company, and doesn’t haggle and order around guests like some plebeian.”

“Everyone needs to pull their own weight in this family.” Petunia’s eyes narrowed. “Especially someone like him.”

“And yet you single him out, all while hiding behind fake manners.” Fleur nearly sneered. “It’s something quite common in this home, one made of dust and cheap laminate. Everything here tries to look expensive… yet none of it is real.”

To the woman’s credit, she didn’t run off this time, instead going red in the face. “Why you- Who are you anyways?!”

“Fleur Delacour, and you best remember it, vieille pute.” She threw her hair back. “You neither introduced yourself nor asked for my name earlier, something unbecoming of ze hostess. After all, we are guests in this hovel, non?”

Mrs. Dursley reddened even more, looking equal parts humiliated and furious, but suddenly Chloe stood up. “P-Perhaps I can help, Mrs. Dursley?”

Harry’s aunt glared at Fleur before finally looking at Chloe, and then she went back to glaring at Fleur again. “That’s okay, dear. My husband and I will handle everything ourselves.”

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“I’ve never seen aunt Petunia like this.” He remarked.

His aunt wore the expected constipated expression upon his arrival, only for it to vanish completely upon seeing Fleur. Upon catching sight of his girlfriend, it was like the woman saw someone so far out of her league that she became speechless, and quickly retreated as a result.

It made sense in some strange fashion. Both Petunia and Vernon regarded themselves highly, and pretended to enjoy the finer things in life. Vernon would often brag incessantly about joining a country club of all things, while Petunia would spend absurd sums on beauty products and lavish clothing.

And yet both of them measured up short in comparison to Fleur. His girlfriend was born out of French magical nobility, and came with the posh accent to boot. She wore a casual blue outfit that probably cost more than Aunt Petunia’s entire closet, fit with a pearl necklace likely valued higher than every home on Privet Drive combined.

Harry had seen his aunt constantly compete and try to one-up other women throughout his life, especially when it came to social events, and yet Fleur sent her reeling with just a few words.

Her Veela beauty might have done it too, as it didn’t take long for Vernon to be caught staring at Fleur. Petunia became almost territorial when that occurred, desperately trying to avoid her husband falling for another woman. Strangely, the same could not be said for Dudley, as his oaf of a cousin busied himself with eating while cozying up to his girlfriend, Chloe’s, side.

Chloe seemed nice enough in Harry’s opinion, and certainly not someone he pictured Dudley getting with. She was thin, almost unhealthily so, and yet both her and Dudley seemed to adore one another. That said, it didn’t stop Fleur from acting somewhat territorial, as his Veela girlfriend always liked every female to know she was the top dog around.

“You are not going to eat more, non?” Fleur asked Chloe innocently. “Your boyfriend certainly seems to indulge.”

Chloe smiled meekly. “I’m not all that hungry.”

“And yet you are so thin.” The Veela said. “Men like their women buxom and curvy, non? Just not overly so.”

Harry gave Fleur a nudge under the table. “I think the trouble you gave my aunt was enough for today.”

Chloe giggled, while Dudley just looked confused. “Say, you’re not from Britain, are you?”

“Non, my family lives in ze south of France.”

“You live in the French countryside then?” Petunia butted in, as if she finally found something she could sink her teeth into. “You must be so used to dirt and grime compared to how clean and orderly it is here.”

Harry nearly groaned, mentally preparing for yet another sparring match between Petunia and Fleur. He knew his girlfriend had the woman beat on every level, and Petunia likely knew that as well, yet that didn’t stop the muggle woman from throwing jabs.

“Oui, I admit that ze days can be messy after my sister and I go for a swim in ze Mediterranean.” Fleur said casually. “My family’s chateau has its own private beach, and has been in my ancestors hands for generations.”

“What’s a chateau?” Dudley whispered to Chloe from across the table.

“It’s a castle, I think.” She replied.

“Sounds old and rustic.” Petunia didn’t even sound like she believed her own words at that point. “I can only imagine the maintenance of such an old home. How can you even live in such a dilapidated place during the summer?”

“Seventeen bedrooms, a ballroom, as well as an observatory. Vines grow up ze stone walls, and ze cool ocean breeze drifts through every corridor during ze summer. It is quite… humble, by some standards, made of large stone and marble blocks.”

Petunia officially seemed to give up at that point, while Vernon looked on the edge of a midlife crisis.

“Oh! I’d love to see it!” Chloe smiled. “You can invite Dudley and I over at some point, right?”

“Oui, I’m sure something can be arranged.”

The meal seemed to come to an end soon after that, with Petunia and Vernon retreating to the kitchen while Dudley and Chloe snuggled together on the couch. Harry ended up leading Fleur upstairs, through the tight hallway, and then to his bedroom.

“This is my room.” He said, opening the door to reveal a spartan bedroom that was covered in dust. None of his belongings were in it, as the Dursleys didn’t like to be reminded of his presence while he was away at Hogwarts.

Fleur looked around it with a frown, before she moved and sat down on the bed. It gave a horrendous squeak of the springs, and the Veela suddenly looked unable to contain her disgust. “This is Horrible.”

“Still, better than my old one.” He mumbled as he sat next to her.

Her arms wrapped around him then. “I’m not letting you come back to this wretched place.”

Harry felt his heart warm up. “You want me to stay with you?”

“Oui.” She nodded. “We can go to ze beach everyday, and even build castles with Gabby in ze sand. And at night you can use me all you want, mon amour.”

“That sounds… nice.” Harry desperately tried to keep his mind out the gutter in that moment. He didn’t want to walk downstairs sporting a boner after all.

Fleur spun around on the bed to lay on her front, before she pulled up her dress to reveal her panty-clad ass. “How about we fuck here and now, mon amour? I don’t want you to come back to these people again, so let’s give them a fun way to remember us.”

“As much as I’d like to…” He gave her heart-shaped ass a spank.

SMACK

“…We did agree to invite Dudley and Chloe to your home during the summer. So maybe another time?”

“Oui.” His Veela girlfriend pouted petulantly at not getting her way, as she readjusted her dress.