'Dastardly Dursley's'
IMAGINE, all school year you had begged Harry for you to meet with the Dursleys. Of course Harry had relentlessly disagreed and quite frankly hated the idea, but as always, you got your way and now you were at 4 privet drive.
"Who is this Harry?" Mr. Dursley questioned.
"This is my girlfriend, Y/N, she will be staying with me this evening." Harry gulped.
"Hello Mr. Dursley, it's a pleasure to meet you." You greeted, smiling over at the chubby man.
"How dare you bring more of your kind into this house!" Mr. Dursley bellowed, making Dudley cry from behind him.
"People like you disgust me!" Mrs Dursley spat, making Harry grip onto you tighter.
"Come on, love, let's get out of here." Harry whispered to you, guiding you to the door.
Once you and Harry had exited the small dwelling he planted a kiss on your cheek.
"I'm so sorry Y/N, so sorry." Apologised Harry.
"No, don't be silly!" You chuckled, kissing his lips. "I just wanted to meet the people that raised you. They certainly aren't as bright as you."