Chapter 10: Chapter 10
Years had past as the days the to months and today is July 26th, four days away from Harry's 11 birthday.
Petunia was in frustration mad dash around the estate trying to make everything perfect, she of course also had her hands full with both Emma and Harry and not to mention the youngest of them now Duddly who was just a year old.
The house was in chaos as she tried to make everything perfect for the upcoming celebration. The party was only four days away, and Petunia was determined to make it flawless. She had spent hours decorating the grand hall, hanging streamers, and arranging the tables with meticulous care. The scent of freshly baked cakes and pastries filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of magic that always seemed to linger in the manor.
She had just finished placing the last of the enchanted candles when she heard the familiar sound of Jason’s footsteps approaching. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was him; the way her body reacted to his presence was unmistakable.
"Hello honey don't kill me but I came home with a few early birthday gifts for Harry," he says walking into the ktichen with a mischievous grin.
Petunia’s hands stilled on the table as she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed from running around after the children. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her dress clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. The way her green eyes widened at the sight of him made Jason’s blood run hotter than the midday sun.
"Jason, I swear to God, if you’re not here to help me, I will—" she started, her voice laced with false irritation that only made her look more desirable.
Jason’s grin only deepened as he set the bag down on the counter, leaning against it casually.
"I did come back to help my dear, but take a look at these," he says holding up a broom and a cute snow owl.
"I couldn't resist Harry's birthday excitement. The boy deserves the world."
Petunia’s eyes flicked between the broom and the owl, her expression softening despite her flustered state. "You didn’t have to," she murmured, though the way her fingers twitched betrayed her.
Jason’s smirk deepened as he stepped closer, his presence alone making the air in the kitchen thicken with tension. "Oh, but I *wanted* to," he murmured, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Now dear what do you need help with," he says taking his jacket off and rolling up his sleeves.
"I could use some help with these blasted enhanced candles, you know me and magic," she says laughing as she walks closer to him.
Jason's green eyes darken with something unreadable as she walks toward him, the sway of her hips making his cock twitch in his trousers.
"Even after nearly 12 years you still not have learned," he says smiling as he she grabs an apple an takes a chomp.
"No I know how to do it, but you just do it better plus it is his special day soon," she says as he smiles.
"I'll finish this honey why don't you go give him his early birthday presents," he says as she smiles finishing up her apple .
Petunia walked out of the kitchen and into the grand hall where Harry was playing with Emma and Dudley. The room was filled with the sounds of laughter and the rustle of enchanted toys as they bounced and chattered to life.
She knelt down in front of them, her green eyes softening as she watched Harry’s face light up with excitement.
"Harry," she said softly, "I have something special for your birthday."
Harry’s eyes widened, and he looked at her expectantly as she pulled out the broom and the snow owl from behind her back.
The broom was sleek and polished, its handle carved with intricate designs that glowed faintly under the enchanted light of the hall.
The snow owl, perched on Petunia’s forearm, ruffled its snowy feathers and let out a soft, melodic hoot. Harry’s breath caught, his eyes shining with wonder as he reached out cautiously, as if afraid the magic might vanish.
“This is for you,” Petunia said, her voice thick with emotion. “It’s called a Nimbus 2000.”
Harry’s fingers trembled as he took the broom, the polished wood warm under his palm. “It’s… it’s *real*,” he whispered.
Petunia nodded, her throat tight. “Yes. Jason found it for you.”
Harry turned excitedly to the owl, offering his arm.
"You see soon you will be going to the school that your father and mother went too, and seeing you have yet to get and owl I think it is time you had one, now you have read about owls in your books preparing for Hogwarts right Harry," Petunia explained as she placed the owl on his shoulder.
“Thank you, Mum,” Harry said softly, gently stroking the owl's feathers with a reverent touch.
Petunia’s chest swelled with pride. Seeing Harry’s excitement, the way his face lit up with joy, made her heart ache with love. She fought back the tears that threatened to spill over, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress.
“Now go and show your brother, and sister and Harry no broom riding” she encouraged gently, ruffling his hair affectionately.
Harry nodded eagerly, already turning to race off with his new treasures, the owl flapping its wings excitedly as he dashed across the grand hall.
Petunia watched him go, her heart full, before turning back to the kitchen where Jason stood, his back to her as he finished the enchanted candles. The muscles in his shoulders flexed beneath his shirt, the fabric clinging to his skin in a way that made her mouth go dry.
She stepped closer, her bare feet silent against the stone floor. The scent of vanilla and magic hung thick in the air, but it was the heat radiating off him that made her breath catch.
Jason turned slightly, his green eyes catching hers over his shoulder.
The air between them crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on. His hands, still dusted with candle wax, flexed against the countertop as he leaned back, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt.
"Finished," he said, his voice low and rough, the word carrying the weight of something far more intimate.
Petunia’s breath hitched as she stepped closer, the hem of her dress whispering against her thighs. She could feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles tensed beneath his shirt as she pressed against him. The scent of him—sweat and magic and something darker, something *hers*—filled her senses.
Petunia’s fingers curled into the hem of her dress, twisting the fabric just enough to feel the rough lace of her panties beneath. She had chosen this dress *deliberately*—soft as a sigh, clinging to her curves like it was born to be peeled away. The neckline dipped just low enough to tease, the sleeves long and delicate, but the back? Bare skin, smooth and unmarked, save for the faint scars her childhood had given her.
Jason turned fully, his green eyes darkening as they raked over her. His gaze was a physical touch, sliding down her throat, lingering on the swell of her breasts before tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.
Before he could say anything he could the baby carrying from the other room .
"Fuck," she hissed under her breath, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress. "Dudley's awake. Again."
Jason let out a low, frustrated groan, his hands flexing at his sides. "I swear to Merlin, that kid has the timing of a bloody Dementor."
Petunia bit her lip, her eyes darting toward the hallway where the wailing was growing louder. "I'll get him. You finish up here," she said, already turning away, but Jason’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist with enough force to make her gasp.
"Not so fast," he growled, his voice rough with need. "You have down a lot today, I will tend to him," Jason says kissing her cheek and walking out of the kitchen.
Petunia watched him go, her chest tight with frustration. She knew he was right—she had been running herself ragged all day—but the way her body ached for him, the way her skin *burned* for his touch, made every second away from him feel like torture.
She turned back to the counter, her fingers trembling as she reached for the half-empty glass of wine she had abandoned earlier. The cool liquid did nothing to quench the fire inside her. She took a long, slow sip, her eyes drifting shut as she let the rich flavor coat her tongue.
The wine Jason and purchased last time he was near Hogwarts.
"Mum, can you tell me more about Hogwarts," she turns to see Harry asking her something , she smiles softly at him.
She had just finished pouring herself a generous glass of the deep red wine when Dudley's wails reached a fevered pitch—full-throated, siren-shrill, the kind of noise that could shatter glass if it kept up much longer.
Petunia set the glass down with a hard *clink*, her teeth grinding together. Across the kitchen, Jason had just turned, Dudley draped over his shoulder like a tiny, howling potato, and Petunia’s pussy clenched at the sight.
"Of course come here dear, what would you like to know," she says her voice smooth.
Harry grinned, eyes wide. "Is it really as dangerous as they say in the books?"
Petunia laughed softly, leaning against the counter, her fingers tracing the rim of her wineglass. "No, love. It's only as dangerous as you let it be."
Jason shifted Dudley to his other shoulder, the baby’s tiny fists pounding against his back as he carried him toward the kitchen. Petunia’s gaze flicked over Jason’s broad frame, the way his muscles strained against his shirt, the way his trousers clung to his thighs—thick, heavy, perfect.
Petunia’s breath hitched as Jason approached, Dudley’s wails fading into hiccups against his shoulder.
"You will have to understand things more then I can tell you, I am not gifted in magic like you are or father is," she says smiling "But I do remember seeing it the first years ago, it is birthing taking," she finishes looking at Harry.