Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 28 - Narcissa’s Test & Dudley For The Streets

A/N: All relevant characters are adults since Hogwarts started late in this story.

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In the end, Narcissa Malfoy had to leave the Malfoy mansion. The home where she had lived most of her life. The home that held many dear and fond memories for her. The place she married into, where she gave birth to her son. 

All those memories now felt tainted as she stood at the threshold of the mansion, watching the many employees of D&D Bank walk around with papers in their hands, assessing the value of each brick used in the mansion, each marble on the floor, and every decoration. 

She at least felt relieved that she didn't have to beg Dudley to keep her clothes. But there weren't many, as most were gifted to her by Lucius. The contract Lucius had signed clearly defined the gifts as Lucius’ property, as they were bought with his money. Such a thing was unheard of, but it was a signed deal by the Lord of House Malfoy. She could only keep what truly belonged to her. 

Sadly for Draco, it was worse as everything he owned was given by Lucius. Even his Hogwarts uniform. 

But Dudley let them keep it. It was humiliating, but also hopeless. 

Her life had gone from the peak of luxury to less than a poor Muggle's standards. The Malfoy name was sneered at and hated throughout Europe. Even pureblood families that somewhat supported pureblood supremacy didn't pity them or show respect. Being a Death Eater was a taint that even some purebloods hated as Voldemort scared everyone.

"I imagine you’ll loathe me for this," Dudley said while standing near the estate's gate from where the manor was visible in the distance. Narcissa was there with Draco and a bunch of large boxes. 

"But if the tables were turned, you'd have done far worse. You know it. So do I."

"You filthy mudbl—"

Draco was about to lash out and curse at Dudley, but Narcissa acted fast and stopped her son from rushing forward. She glared back at Dudley and coldly ordered him. "Take the bags to the Thestral carriage, Draco."

"Mother! Why are you tolerating this? He—"

"I said, take the bags." She repeated, even colder now. She wasn't in her best mental state. That makeup had hidden the dark circles and wrinkles she seemed to have gotten from lack of money to maintain herself. Her tolerance was being tested now. "Let me speak with Mr. Dursley in private."

"No! I won't go. I'm not a child, Mother!" 

"Hah." Dudley gave a dry chuckle, slipping his hands into the pockets of his long coat. "That right there—that's why a good chunk of Hogwarts can't stand you. You float above it all, too proud to admit the obvious. Truth is, Draco, you’re part of your own downfall. Your mother won’t say it. I won’t waste my breath explaining."

"Me? What did I do?" Draco frowned and looked towards Narcissa's face. "What is he saying, Mother?"

Narcissa exhaled a tired breath and placed a hand on Draco’s shoulder. "I’ll explain it later. Now take the bags."

Confused and defeated, Draco sneered at Dudley one last time and walked away for good. 

Narcissa waited for her son to be distant before eying Dudley again. She never imagined it, but for the first time, a mere Hogwarts student felt so overwhelming. He was taller than her, he looked strong, and more than that, his absurd confidence worried her. 

Dudley seemed unreachable, unbreakable in her eyes. The more she learned about him over the past few weeks, the more she felt defeated. 

The name Dudley Dursley was everywhere. Half of Diagon Alley was now owned by him, and it happened in silence. The Muggle side was pleading for Dudley's investments, and the American wizarding side was busy worshiping Dudley's provided jobs. 

Everyone, in some way, had earned something by being Dudley's friend or even acquaintance. Perhaps it was only the Malfoys who had lost so much. 

"Does this bring you satisfaction, Mr. Dursley?" Narcissa asked him, not in contempt or hatred. 

Dudley hummed and eyed the woman. Once again she was dressed too modestly, a long witch-gown with many layers, light grey in color, collared up. Other than her face, nothing was visible. Not that he didn't like that face. She had a strange, mature beauty, and something about her icy ambiance made Dudley want to break it and conquer it. To make that cold face contort in shapes, and make those soft, light pink lips make unholy noises. 

We have a long way ahead to be satisfied so early. 

Dudley smiled back at her and took a few steps closer. He stopped at a mere arm's length away. He had to give it to her. Even in poverty, her perfume was amazing. 

"Satisfied? It wasn't about that, Narcissa… Is that alright with you? ‘Mrs. Malfoy’ sounds like a ghost story these days, considering Lucius hasn’t shown his face in ages. Nonetheless, this was all about revenge. I have nothing against you. Sure, I hate Draco, but against a witch as easy on the eyes as you? No." He even added a hint of flirtation in his mockery. He wanted her to come to that conclusion on her own. 

Narcissa uncomfortably averted her eyes when she felt his gaze so strongly peer into her face. "I'll be on my way."

"Not so fast." Dudley took another step closer, making her freeze. 

He intently, with pure lust, looked into her deep blue eyes. "I'm vengeful, not heartless. You must understand and come to accept that I loath House Malfoy for what you people did to my father. That will never change. Still, I’ll offer you a way out. You’re clever, proud, and damn well beautiful—qualities that’ll make you a target, and you know it. They’ll rip you apart if you fall into their hands, you know who I'm talking about, right? Your own sister is an example." 

Narcissa uncomfortably frowned as the face of Bellatrix flashed into her mind. She gulped and looked back at Dudley. She simply had no way out of the mess. The wizarding world was closed to her, and only Voldemort would take her in, a fate worse than poverty. 

"A way out?" She asked. 

"One week, Narcissa." Dudley showed her one finger, his tone cold. "Survive for one week. They will approach you, try to recruit you, and entice you with riches and dreams, or threats. If you can save your freedom, I’ll offer you a proper job at D&D Holdings. Decent money, no strings. And you can also live in this mansion, rent-free. It bores me stiff."

For a fact, Dudley knew that Narcissa had sold every piece of jewelry she had to maintain her lifestyle. She had hoped that she'd find a way to turn things around. But that never happened, and now she didn't even have money to eat. 

Narcissa looked down, deep in thought. 

"Here, take this." Dudley took out five Galleons and held them forward in his palm. “I’m aware you’ve got nothing. Since this is your challenge, consider this your starting point. Stretch these coins for the entire week—feed yourself and your boy. No tricks. I’ll be watching every move. If you pull it off, you’ll find a job letter waiting at midnight on day seven.”

Narcissa steely looked at those five golden coins. Somehow, somewhere in her heart, she felt like she was being toyed with. That what Dudley was doing to her was just the beginning. That there was a deeper, hidden meaning behind his actions. 

"Very well, I'll do it." She took the coins with a heavy heart. 

Whatever Dudley planned, she believed it would be better than joining the Death Eaters. Especially Draco, she couldn't see him walk the same destructive path as his father. 

"Good luck." 

"Wait." Narcissa raised her voice before he could leave. "I… I only ask one thing—spare Draco your wrath. He’s all I have.”

Dudley shook his head bluntly. “That’s on you, Narcissa. Can you keep him in check? If he shows up sneering at me in Hogwarts, I won’t take it lightly. I’ll hit back, exactly as he deserves.”

"I shall see to it that he is properly warned."

Good luck with that. 

Dudley nodded and watched her leave first. Honestly, seeing her hourglass figure from behind, he had to tell himself that going slow with her was the best way. 

It'll be worth it. I know it'll be worth it. 

Soon, the Malfoys were gone. Dudley looked back at the large Malfoy mansion and sighed. It was too big for a small family. Maybe he could use it for parties and galas, but for a home, he cherished his 4 Privet Drive. 

"Mr. Dursley."

Edward 'Ted' Tonks approached him, all smiles. He had become Dudley's executive assistant, having finished the initial training and taken the vow. "They're done calculating the mansion's value? Should we put it on the market?"

"No." Dudley stretched his arms while yawning. “Don’t change a thing. No point forcing Narcissa too hard—if she falls to the Dark Lord, that’s all for nothing. I’m just schooling her in humility. Putting her on the D&D payroll? That’s a leash, plain and simple. She’ll be back in this mansion soon enough, living hand to mouth, bleeding cash to keep up appearances—her looks, this mansion, the whole Malfoy charade. D&D will be the chain around her neck.”

Ted Tonks amusedly smiled. "How is that different from the Dark Lord? You'll keep her miserable."

"Ted, I'm paying you guys a lot. A salary many times higher than the national average. That's where I'm different. Besides, Narcissa will live a decent life… as long as she never forgets who puts food in her mouth."

And a fat cock… Ah, I thought of something dark again. Damn, being filthy rich really provokes your darker side.

"Anyway, head back to the office and help Edwin prepare for his America trip. The joint venture between Google and Netflix will make us filthy rich in the long run. We'll own the internet when the new age dawns."

"Aren't you already filthy rich?" Ted asked. 

Dudley awkwardly scrubbed his chin. "I'm talking disgustingly filthy rich, Ted. An amount you can’t fathom."

"Aren't you coming?"

“No, I’m off to the Lovegoods. With all the rubbish Xenophilius churns out in the Quibbler against the Dark Lord, I’m sorting out a proper security team for him and his daughter.”

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon. 

The place where the Lovegoods lived was beautiful. The chess rook-like black cylindrical house stood out on a hill. Heck, there was a stream flowing near the base of it, and it made it look fairytale-ish.

It being midday, Dudley approached the house with a team of ten Vanguards, dressed in casual wizard robes instead of the Vanguard uniform. For others, they were just simple wands for hire paid in money, with no loyalties. 

Knock! Knock!

Woosh!

The door to the house automatically opened. 

Dudley walked inside. Right through the door, the ground floor seemed to be the kitchen. The stoves, sinks, and cupboards were curved to fit the walls. Every item there was painted in bright colors with flowers, insects, and birds. 

Probably Luna. He chuckled just imagining her doing all that. 

Then, Dudley walked up the iron staircase. The room was smaller than the kitchen and more cluttered. It looked like both a living room and a workplace. And sure enough, Xenophilius was sitting beside a messy desk, wearing strange glasses, while multiple magical quills around him wrote whatever he dictated. There was also a printing press, though no longer in use as the Quibbler was very popular now and had a full printing house in Diagon Alley. 

"Hey, Xenophilius!" Dudley shouted loudly and walked to the man's table. "Wake up. What if it was an enemy intruding."

"Ugh… Can't… not possible." Xenophilius murmured, not even looking up.

Dealing with him is never easy. 

"Anyway, since you've been writing so much against the Dark Lord, I've brought ten wizards to protect you and Luna around the clock wherever you go," Dudley explained, though he doubted the man listened to him that well. "They'll be camped outside your home, and on the terrace."

"Umm… Sure, let them."

Scratching his head, Dudley looked back at the ten Vanguards. "Go ahead, set up the safety measures and your lodging."

"Understood."

With the room finally feeling breathable with fewer people, Dudley eyed what Xenophilius was doing. Sure enough, it turned out to be yet another article about some ancient, really exaggerated magical practice. 

"Where's Luna?" 

"Upstairs."

God help this man. Dudley sighed and walked upstairs again through the spiraling staircase. Finally, he knocked on the door and opened it without waiting. 

Instantly, he felt attacked by the bright colors. There was just one window in the circular room and had brightly colored walls with countless portraits on them, they looked handmade. There was a large pale blue carpet on the floor, covering pretty much the entire room. Then there was a single-person bed on one side, a wardrobe beside it with a mirror to its right. And right in front of the window was a curved table. It was high, or maybe it looked high as Luna stood there, working on something, barefoot. 

Damn? She painted this? 

Then his gaze landed on the ceiling. There, a large painting of him, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville was made, with the word 'friends' written in golden ink, creating a circle around all of them, connecting together. 

But that wasn't all as he noticed a large wall painting. It was him and Luna, and surprisingly, it was a portrait of him sitting on a chair, and Luna sitting on his lap sideways, like she did that one time outside, but on the ground. 

"Hey, Luna."

"Hello, Dudley. I saw you through the window," Luna replied in her usual, chirpy casual way, not even looking back at him.

Same as ever. 

Dudley eyed her petite frame, humming to herself while working. As usual, her long, waist-length messy hair was set free behind her. She was dressed in a casual dark blue full-sleeved shirt, and below was a dark red skirt with flower patterns, going all the way to her knees. Underneath seemed to be a thin black pantyhose.

Knowing nothing had changed between them, Dudley smiled and walked behind her all the way and swiftly wrapped his arms around her slender waist. She smelled of a strange perfume, not unpleasant, but new. 

With his chin beside her temple, he looked down at the table in front of her. "What are you doing?"

Unbothered by Dudley's firm arms around her waist, Luna kept humming, even louder, as if she enjoyed his warm body pressed on her back. "Writing an article for next week."

Dudley's big arms squeezed tighter around her, the span of his palms so wide that they nearly overlapped across her belly. One hand alone covered her navel and half her waist, and with both wrapped snugly, it was like being wrapped in a warm, living blanket—he loved how her slender body just vanished into his grasp.

“Article on what?” he asked, his deep voice buzzing against her ear.

“Mmm…” Luna tilted her head just slightly to the side to give space, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips as his mouth brushed her skin. “Dragon nails for potions… oh yes, I read somewhere in the Far East they use them for all sorts of mythical brews. Isn’t that fascinating?”

Dudley retracted one hand and gently swept aside her curtain of platinum blonde, tangled hair, revealing the elegant slope of her neck. Then he dipped down and laid a long, wet kiss on her pale skin. His lips clung to her like silk against silk, and the faintest whiff of her earthy perfume flooded his senses. Something flowery, something strange, something hers. His cock hardened immediately against her lower back, straining through his pants as her warmth teased it.

The tightness of their embrace made it impossible to hide his arousal. His erection pressed stiff and bold right into the soft curve of her ass, separated only by her skirt and pantyhose. He groaned slightly as her body molded into him, so effortlessly compared to the hard bulk of his frame.

"I've heard it too," he said between kisses, his lips dotting the length of her neck like dewdrops. "It’s not just dragons, you know. Even their Muggles cook up potions like that—not with magic, but with tiger claws and, believe it or not, their testicles."

Luna's brows rose in amusement, her cute petite hand paused writing for a moment. "Really?"

"Yeah…" 

Without overthinking it, Dudley’s hand slid slowly up her torso, grazing the curve of her ribs before cupping her peaks over the soft fabric of her shirt. Her breasts were small, perfectly shaped to fit his palm, and he gave them a gentle squeeze while his other hand pinched her chin.

Never thought I'd say it but… I like this. 

Dudley, once not as interested in Luna sexually, now found himself entirely willing—aching, even; to spend long days and nights with her bare. He cupped her chin gently, his thumb brushing her cheek, and turned her face sideways toward him.

She turned her head willingly, a subtle smile blooming on her lips. It was instinctual; the way she leaned into him.

Their lips met. Softly at first, his mouth coaxing hers open, his lips suckling on her lower lip as she reciprocated in kind. Her lips were delicate and warm, tasting of morning tea and something sweeter.

But soon, tongues joined in. The kiss deepened, and he pressed harder, hungrily. His hand stayed cupping her face as his tongue pushed into her mouth, tasting her breath, dominating her soft, slippery tongue. Hers flicked back with airy defiance, but he claimed it completely. Consuming her mouth, devouring her breath, like a firestorm of quiet hunger.

“Ummm…” Luna moaned into his mouth, the sound fluttery and sweet—yet desperate.

He let go of her face just to get his hands back on her body. His palms flattened over her tits, squeezing them through the shirt like he needed to test their give before moving on. Then lower, gripping her narrow waist like he could hold her still with just one hand. Then lower. His fingers found the hem of her skirt, pinched it, and slowly started to draw it up, his fingers dancing, inch by inch tugging her skirt along the silken pantyhose stretched tight against her hips.

Each stroke revealed more of her dainty legs. Smooth, toned, soft like cream beneath his fingertips. He could already feel the heat radiating from between her thighs, and he wasn't even close to done.

Their lips mashed harder, sloppier, with no rhythm—just open mouths and impatient tongues. The summer heat made everything sticky. Sweat clung to their skin, mixed with the wet mess of their kiss. Their breath turned shallow, hot. Dudley grunted into her mouth, one arm wrapped tighter around her, their bodies moving in need instead of words.

His other hand pulled the skirt up fully, and without pause, dove down into her waistband. First past the pantyhose, then into her plain white panties. His palm found heat and softness—bare skin and the faint tickle of fine hair. She was warm and wet already, and he wedged his fingers between her thighs like he had every right to be there.

She shifted her weight back into him, just a little, but enough to grind her ass into the hard bulge twitching behind his zipper. 

Dudley’s middle finger dragged right through her tight slit. Her lower lips were slick and flushed hot, and his thumb circled her clit with lazy pressure that made her shiver. But lower, his finger pushed past the heat and down, teasing her tighter back hole. Not entering. Just rubbing over it. Knowing it was there, knowing he could.

Kissing her became impossible. Her neck was craned too far, their angle was off, her neck bent awkwardly, and their breath clashed in heavy puffs. So Luna, ever strange and fluid, simply turned her head back toward her work. 

One hand still gripping the table, she picked up the quill again. She tried to write. The ink spread wild across the page—just messy, wandering loops and meaningless shapes as her body rocked, distracted, and twitched.

"By the way, Luna." Cock hard, hand loving her tight, creamy pussy; he asked, "Are you free next week? I'm going on a short trip with Susan and Hannah. Wanna join us?"

"I-Mmmh… I can't… I have… to write… some… ah, ah–rticles…" Her voice trembled as she tried to speak around the pleasure, her writing hand nearly losing grip on the quill with each sharp pulse of his thumb.

Her thighs quivered, so Dudley, now desperate, withdrew his hand and unbuckled his pants in silence. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, and already slick with anticipation. 

With one hand, he raised her skirt high over her hips, baring her thinly panty-clad ass, then yanked the pantyhose down to her lower thighs, forcing her legs to squeeze together tighter. And into that snug, narrow thigh gap, he plunged his hardened cock.

His thick shaft slid right through her thighs, just under the heat of her cunt. Her twitching pussy lips slicked the top of his cock with every grind forward, leaving her soaked heat clinging to him, teasing entry but never taking it. The friction of her soft thighs was exquisite, and the heat of her wet pussy clung to his length like a magnetic pull.

“Too—uhh… bad,” he muttered, his voice husky with restraint. He hadn’t planned to be this turned on. Once upon a time, he never saw himself needing Luna like this. But now? She was an acquired taste, a hidden delicacy. And he was absolutely famished. "It could've been fun."

Luna felt overwhelmed, but in the best way. His words, casual, possessive—lit something deep in her chest. He wanted her with him. Her heart fluttered, and her thighs trembled. His cock was thick and pulsing, forcing her thighs apart, rubbing against her slick lower lips as he fucked the space between her thighs. 

But they couldn’t spread far, her skirt and hose were bunched and tight, locking her into that snug, suffocating squeeze. She tried to keep writing, quill still in hand, but the paper was a mess now—nothing but squiggles and broken strokes.

Her face burned. Her lips parted as a breathy, cracked moan slipped through. “Ooooh…” 

Her pale skin flushed red, her body writhing as arousal took over completely.

Then she felt him lean in, hot, heavy, hungry. His rough hands slid under her shirt making her shiver, palms wide, rough, greedy. Her bare waist squeezed, palms stretching across the curve of her middle like he could crush her whole frame if he wanted to.

His hands then moved up, slow and forceful, over her tight belly, climbing higher until he reached the soft, unprotected bare breasts, not big, but perfect. No bra, none needed—and he loved that. His fingers sank into them like they were ripe fruit, tugging and rolling her tight, stiff nipples between them. 

She jolted, breath hitched. Her breasts might’ve been on the lower side, but his hands worked them like they were made to be toyed with, pinched, squeezed, used.

Squelch!

Even without being inside her, the sounds were already obscene, in the best way. 

His cock, fat and soaked, slammed through the tight squeeze of her thighs, grinding messily over her puffy, dripping pussy lips. Each thrust forward came away wetter, her lower lips smearing heat and stickiness up and down his shaft, practically drooling on him. 

Luna started rocking her hips intuitively, grinding back to match his rhythm, her body shaking from the raw tease.

"Dudley, you wouldn't mind if I… put it in?"

Seriously? Still asking me?

Dudley leaned forward, his breath thick and hot against her ear. “Yeah, I’ll mind… if you don’t put it in faster, Luna.” 

"Mmmmh!"

Luna reached down between her legs, fingers trembling. His cock was already jammed between her thighs, thick and pulsing, head leaking. She found the tip, pushed it back just a little, angling it right, and then shoved her own hips backward. She aimed herself onto it, deliberately, hungrily—and fed his cockhead into her slick pussy.

“Ooh!”

She gasped. The stretch hit her instantly, tight, burning, deep. She hadn’t had him for a while now, and her walls weren’t ready. She felt like a virgin again. Her body reacted; heels off the ground, arching forward on her toes as he stretched her open. But the deeper he went, the more her pussy opened for him, and she started to love the feeling of that huge cock flooding her full again.

Dudley gulped. His fingers were still on her nipples, he pinched them harder, his eyes closing for a second as he felt that squeeze. Her pussy gripped him like a mouth, tight, wet, alive. 

She took him like she meant it, her velvety folds clenching and loosening around every inch like they had a mind of their own. She wasn’t just letting him in, she was milking him already, and it made his cock throb.

He gave her small thrusts at first, more like drills than strokes, easing himself deeper. Inch by inch, her pussy gave way, every slow plunge stretching her further open. The glide was agonizing, slow enough that he could feel every little twitch, every slippery groove inside her silky canal. It was heaven-wrapped in heat and soaked tightness.

"Mmm… I missed this… so much." Luna murmured, her head falling forward, hair spilling like water.

“Me too, Luna,” Dudley said with quiet honesty, still pushing deeper, still spreading her inch by thick inch. Her pussy sucked at him, resisting and yielding all at once, and eventually, finally, he was buried all the way in, her snug warmth squeezing him like a vice.

She was tight. Ridiculously tight. He loved every second of it.

Her hands clung to the table’s edge, knuckles white. Her ass rocked back into him, driving that sweet rhythm they both craved, but her lips were sealed tight. She bit down hard, bottom lip nearly white—refusing to moan too loud. Not there. Not now. Not when her father might hear. The risk made it even filthier.

Dudley stopped playing with her tits and stood up straight, both hands gripping her narrow waist again. He threw her skirt up over her back, letting it bunch up at the top of her ass, then held it there. Now he could see everything; her pale, heart-shaped ass, flushed from the thrashing, jiggling with every plunge of his shaft.

That perfect ass, so soft and tight it seemed to ripple when he slammed into her. He watched it wobble, watched the way her pussy stretched and pulled around his cock. But then he saw it—red.

"Red?"

His brows furrowed. That shouldn’t be there. 

He glanced down again, watched his shaft plunge in, watched how her swollen pussy hugged him so tight that it clamped around the base of his cock with every thrust. But the redness wasn’t from friction.

"Luna, is it that time of the month?"

"Um-hmm…"

His grip on her waist faltered, just a little. “Are you alright? I can go gentle—”

“No-oh!” Her hand flew back, landing on his, and locking it to her waist. Her voice shook, needy. “I… I want this… but harder.”

“...” He hesitated. Won’t that hurt?

He hesitated a bit, gently drawing his hips back.

“No–oh… Dudley. Please… I want this,” she whimpered, grinding her ass back to keep him in. Her pussy pulsed around him like it was begging too, the needy suck of her walls refusing to let go.

Dudley gave in. He couldn’t say no to that voice, that squeeze, that wild-eyed need in her trembling body. He thrust back in, plunging deep into her hot, slick, reddened cunt. The juices around him now had a silkier glide, thicker, wetter. Her walls practically convulsed around him.

“Yes… do it. Harder…” she moaned, the words like steam in the air, whispered but burning.

He gritted his teeth and started to fuck her like he meant it. His hips pistoned forward, meeting her thrust for thrust, her ass clapping against his groin with every smack. If she wanted harder, he’d give it to her.

“Harder!” she hissed in desperation.

His thrusts got brutal. The slap of his hips on her ass echoed in the room. Her pussy was a wet mess now, slick, clenching, coating him in her heat. Dudley looked down and watched every detail; the way her pussy spread open and then squeezed shut around him, the creamy mix gathering around the base of his cock, the redness, the rawness. 

Bam! Bam!

The table groaned under her, bumping against the wall again and again as he slammed her from behind, the sound rhythmic, filthy, loud.

“Mmmmmmm… Yes, yes, yes… Just there… Almost…” Luna's voice broke into helpless chants, her breath coming in little whines. She was spiraling, her climax clawing its way up as her legs shook under her.

Dudley saw her faltering and clamped down on her wrist harder, steadying her. She was barely upright, heels lifted, tiptoes quivering, all her weight held up by his grip and the desk she leaned over. She was falling apart on his cock, and he held her right where she needed to be.

Plap! Plap!

Wet sounds filled the room like music, the slap of skin-on-skin and the filthy churn of his cock inside her soaking cunt echoing between them. Her pussy was drenched, dripping, flooding him with every punishing thrust. The scent of sex was thick in the air, hot, sharp, metallic—and then it happened.

Luna’s whole body spasmed. Her thighs jerked, and her hips rocked back into him with a stuttering rhythm. Her pussy clenched hard, clamping down as her orgasm ripped through her.

“Aah—hah! Ohh… the cramp in my tummy—oh, that tight squeeze—it’s gone! It’s gone! You’re… healing me!” she babbled in delirious pleasure. Her pussy pulsed and gushed, milking his cock, slicking him down with a mess of hot, musky cream.

Dudley didn’t stop. He kept ramming her from behind, her juices coating his cock in slick waves, the wet slaps loud and relentless.

His balls tightened, and the burn building in his gut rose. That rising, unstoppable pressure; he was getting close.

“M-My mouth… I want to-ooh… taste it…” Luna’s voice shook, barely audible, but desperate. She could feel his cock pulsing thick inside her and knew he was seconds away from exploding.

Dudley blinked, and looked down at his shaft; slick with her wetness and just a hint of red. 

“Maybe next time…I’ll just finish inside… like last time,” he muttered, almost reluctantly.

"I just… want to… feel it… in my mouth." She meant it.

He sighed, knowing she didn’t want him to cum inside this time, and against every instinct, he pulled out. Glossy and throbbing, twitching in the open air.

Luna turned instantly, dropped to her knees, and reached for his cock, but Dudley slapped her hand away.

"Only the tip—Wrap your lips as tight as you can on the knob and suck hard. I'll do the stroking."

She obeyed without hesitation, placing her dainty hands on his thighs. Then her lips clamped onto the head of his cock like a seal, tight and needy. 

Warmth flooded over his cockhead, her mouth felt soft and soaking hot. He could feel her sharp tongue pressing up against the underside of his tip, wriggling slightly as she hummed.

Dudley hissed. Her mouth was molten. Every stroke of his hand sent shockwaves through him as her lips suctioned tight, her tongue teasing every vein just under the crown. He started jerking fast, each stroke made easier by the sticky mix of her pussy juice smeared along his length. It was messy, slippery, raw; and it felt fucking incredible.

“Ugh…!” Dudley groaned, his toes curled in his shoes. 

Over the edge at last, he grabbed her head by instinct, held her in place, and came hard.

A thick, heavy rope of batter exploded inside her mouth, hitting the back of her mouth like a splash of paint. She didn’t flinch. Another spurt, and then another, each one more intense, flooding her mouth until she couldn’t hold it all.

Her head twitched, and she pulled back just enough—but it was too late.

Splurt–! 

Thick strands painted her face, trailing across her forehead, dribbling down her cheeks, clinging to the corners of her lips like obscene warpaint. Ropes of it stretched from temple to jaw, warm and dripping slowly down her pale skin.

“Ummmm…” she hummed again, licking what she could reach with her tongue, eyes glazed and wild.

Dudley was still dazed from the orgasm when she lunged again.

Without warning, Luna grabbed his cock, and this time she rammed her mouth halfway down the shaft, shoving it deeper than ever. Her soft, thin fingers wrapped around the girth and started pumping hard, her throat taking him in rhythm with the grip of her hand.

He groaned loudly, his legs twitching. “What the… Luna!”

The witch was insatiable.

She suckled. She slurped. Wet, noisy, greedy sucks echoed in the room as Luna clung to his cock, draining every last drop of his thick load. Her throat worked in big, exaggerated gulps, each swallow was loud and messy. 

Her silvery eyes blinked up at him, wide and glistening; still dreamy, still otherworldly, but now completely drunk on pleasure, her cheeks streaked with white and her mouth still glued to his tip like she couldn’t get enough.

At that point, Dudley gave in. He let her keep going. If she wanted every last drop, she could have it.

Her mouth didn’t stop. She kept suckling him, her lips pulling softly as the last of his cream gave way to clean spit. His shaft twitched as it softened, but she still latched on. Bit by bit, she sucked him all the way down to the base—cleaning him up like a dedicated little pervert on a mission.

Her hand stroked him lazily from the tip to the hilt, smearing every leftover drip with her spit until his whole length gleamed. Her mouth pressed tight around the shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she drew back with a quiet pop. By the time she finally let him go, Dudley’s cock was soft, shiny, and completely serviced.

“God… You’re… so… adventurous,” Dudley muttered, still breathless. He couldn’t even think of a better word. “And I like it.”

“Mmm…” Luna hummed, lips pursed in thought. “Salty… and spicy? But also a little sweet,” she said, head tilting curiously, like she was describing a new potion. 

Before he could say anything, she suddenly stood up, wandered over to her cluttered table, grabbed a little diary, and casually started scribbling notes into it.

"..."

That's what she was doing? 

Knock! Knock!

"Luna? Is Mr. Dursl—"

All of a sudden, the door swung open. Dudley was quick to pull his pants up and look normal. And Luna, her long skirt covered everything, but her face… It was coated in a healthy amount of cock cheese. 

Fuck! Didn't I lock the door? Holy shit!

"What…" Xenophilius frowned, his usually calm face changing. "What's on your face, Luna?"

Shit, my dumb ass is getting careless. And Luna… He looked at the blonde. While she was smart, she was very quirky. He didn't know if she knew how to lie. Don't, Luna… Don't. 

"I was testing a potion, Dad. It tasted different than usual." Luna said, smiling cutely as if she didn't just get her brain fucked out and drained a fat cock with her lips. "Do you need anything?"

Yes! She can lie! But why tell him about the taste?

"Potion? Peculiar… And this scent… Such a wonderful scent. It feels… familiar."

"..."

"Ahaha! Let's go downstairs, Xenophilius." Dudley was quick to take charge and rushed to the man. He threw an arm around Xenophilius' shoulder and pulled him along. "I'll see you later, Luna."

He gave Luna a wink and left her room to discuss the global expansion of the Quibbler with Xenophilius.

####

Hawaii,

"What are you reading?"

Dudley eyed the two girls in absurdly small swimsuits. But it was a private beach, and there was no shame between them. Susan and Hannah were on a vacation with him, and they were enjoying the vacation as much as he did shagging them all night. And seriously, they looked stunning in Muggle bikinis with Ray-Bans on their faces and sand kissing their tanned bodies. While Hannah's ass spilled fantastically, Susan's tits seemed to not know when to stop growing.  

"Nothing, just the Daily Prophet," Dudley replied, smiling. "This unknown wizard army seems to be going great. They recently stopped a dark wizard from sacrificing an entire village in rural France. They call themselves Vanguards."

The two girls unashamedly joined him on the beach chair, falling onto him on each of his size, their heads on his shoulder as they also looked at the newspaper. 

"Vanguard? What are they? Some vigilantes?" Susan asked.

"I hope they stop the Dark Lord," Hannah said. 

I will, girls. When the time’s right. 

Dudley's plans for the Vanguard group were big. He wanted them to be a global private wizard army. But he also wanted them to be lawfully recognized. For that, PR was absolutely necessary. So, a few good deeds here and there were enough. With the Quibbler and Daily Prophet on his side and a few American papers, it was easy to get famous. 

"Let's not think about that," Susan said and snatched the paper from Dudley's hand and threw it away. Then, she grabbed his face and squeezed in a hot kiss. At the same time, Hannah on his other side dug her hand into his swimming trunks and started stroking him. 

Thanks to that combined attack, he was hard like an iron pole. 

"Alright, girls. Who'll go first?"

Susan and Hannah eyed each other, competitive spirit clear in their eyes. But instead of verbally cursing each other or actually fighting, they did something unusual. 

"Rock! Paper! Scissors!"

"..."

Dudley dumbly watched them play a round of three, and then a round of five. The two looked as cute as they looked hot. 

Best summer in years. 

Business success, Luna, Lily, and now a relaxing vacation with Susan and Hannah. He felt productive and well-rested at the same time. Furthermore, with Lucius gone, and Narcissa slowly falling into his claws, he had no complaints left. 

An office clerk? Hah, I wonder how she's doing. 

####

It was tough for Narcissa and Draco. They had never lived like that in their entire life. But now, they were forced to share a single room in a Knockturn Alley inn. It was small, it was damp, and it was humiliating. 

They did some magic to change their hair color so nobody would recognize them and just lived in that inn. They ate small meals, only two times a day. Just some bread and stew. They had never known that people even ate those things. 

Everything was a first. The floor creaked, and the bed creaked. And then, it started raining. The roof started to leak water into their room. Finally, they realized why their room was so cheap. Thankfully, it wasn't winter, so they didn't freeze in the cold. 

As expected, no matter what, she was still found by the Death Eaters. They approached her in that inn, and offered her a seat among the Death Eaters, replacing Lucius. They made it clear that although she had no wealth, there was plenty she could offer to the Dark Lord. 

She felt sick of thinking about what happened to Bellatrix. She didn't want that and refused it. And sure enough, it enraged the Death Eaters. She and Draco were thrown out of the inn. After that, no inn in Knockturn Alley gave them space. 

Desperate, they ended up staying in Diagon Alley. But it was much more expensive. So, they went from two meals to just one meal a day. However, soon the inn in Diagon Alley also asked them to pay more or leave. As the new Hogwarts year was about to begin, it was peak season for the inns to make money from traveling parents. 

Unable to pay, Narcissa and Draco once again left. It had already been six days, and they had to spend just one more day to finish the challenge. All along, the hardest thing was controlling Draco. Again and again, Draco tried to contact his friends to ask for some money. But she stopped him, knowing it would violate Dudley's terms. 

Draco didn't understand anything. He was blinded by years of indoctrination by Lucius. Blinded by his anger. She tried to calm him down, advised him to never speak with Dudley again, or stop in his path. But that only enraged Draco more. 

At that point, the Death Eaters tried to directly contact Draco and take him away. She had to battle those Death Eaters to save her son. She didn't get injured, but she lost considerable strength. 

On the last night, she ate nothing. They had nowhere to sleep, so they stayed outside the whole night, sitting in an alley in Diagon Alley. It wasn't safe, but it wasn't Knockturn Alley. 

Tired, fearful that Death Eaters would come again to take Draco, Narcissa stayed awake the whole night. She felt it firsthand, how there was now more desperation to survive than fear of humiliation. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted to be safe and keep her son safe. 

At that moment, she thought of Dudley Dursley. Just a Muggle-born who was once living his life in his own little bubble, happily. But everything changed the day of the Quidditch World Cup. It was Lucius, the Death Eaters who barged into his bubble and burst it apart. It was they who pushed Dudley too far. Now, the wizarding Britain cluelessly went on, unaware of the monster hiding, created by wizarding Britain itself.

She had investigated Dudley plenty. She didn't know a lot. But she knew that his reach was wide, far more than even the Ministry’s. His friends sat in high positions across European Ministries and MACUSA. 

In a sense, if something were to happen to Dudley now, it wasn't Dudley's problem, but the entire world's problem. He was too big to let die. As his death would shake up too many things negatively.

Eventually, the seventh day rolled in. With no money, she and Draco couldn't do anything. She initially thought of taking up a job in some shop. She was an exceptional witch, after all. But fearful of voiding Dudley's terms, she chose to remain hungry. 

They just drank water and waited. 

Hours went by, and finally, the seventh night rolled in. Narcissa waited eagerly, eyeing her watch. Five seconds, three seconds, and finally, it was the beginning of the eighth day. 

Woosh!

Right then, in the darkness of the night, a sealed letter flew out of nowhere and landed right in front of her folded legs. She was sitting on the stone floor in an alley, Draco leaned on her shoulders on her side, sleeping. 

Her hair was in disarray, her face a tired mess, she weakly grabbed the letter and saw the D&D seal on the wax. Her heart grew heavy with expectation as she opened it and read its contents. 

[To, Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy—I am pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the role of junior office clerk at the D&D Holdings headquarters. You are expected to visit the headquarters at 8:00 A.M. sharp. The dress code is formal. Your training will begin right away and will last for one month, beyond which you will be made permanent based on your performance. Until then, you will be paid half the salary. We will be expecting you—From Martha Rockwell, Chief Secretary to the CEO.]

Finishing reading that, Narcissa let out a deep breath. Her hand weakly fell over her lap with the envelope. 

Clank!

A key fell out of the envelope. She instantly recognized it. 

With a shivering hand, she picked up the key and almost cried a tear. She had never expected to feel so homesick in her entire life. So desperate for a roof over her head. She realized how she had taken her wealth and privileges for granted. 

And she first hand felt how it must have felt when the Dark Lord did the same to the Muggle-born and half-blooded wizard. Even worse, the Dark Lord gave no jobs or ways out. 

"Draco." She shook her son up. "Let's go."

"Ha? W-Where? What? Are they attacking us again?!" 

"No." Narcissa caressed Draco's face. "Let's go home."

####

First September rolled, and it meant they had to return to Hogwarts. Over the past few days, Dudley put all his business-related issues and decisions in order and handed out the strategy to focus on. It was easy to do when he already knew the future market trends. 

Sure, it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, but he had reached a level where a few billion in losses didn't affect him as long as he earned many times that amount with something else. 

This time, Dudley chose not to take the car to the station as Lily had agreed to send both Harry and him to the station. After apparating Harry to King's Cross, Lily popped into his bedroom. Of course, they didn't rush. 

Honestly, Lily in modern clothes made Dudley feel things. Seeing her dressed in blue jeans tight around her hips and thighs, and loose around her feet, made him hard. Then there was her red checkered shirt, which wasn't tight overall, but around her breasts, it actually clung. 

With her red hair done in that usual single thick braid, she just gave off arousing vibes. 

Dudley drank in that view at first. Her wide hips that he'd sunken in so many times already, her voluptuous breasts he had suckled red just as many times. Honestly, he couldn't get enough of that woman. He was initially worried she might have fed him a love potion. But his Vanguard potion master had done all the tests and cleared him of that. 

That meant… Lily J. Potter just made him horny naturally. 

"Fuck, I just can't get enough of you." Dudley rushed up to her and wrapped his arms around her curvy, full waist, down back to her amazing asscheeks. Although the jeans made it hard to squeeze her, just feeling that soft, plump, round curve was enough. 

Lily said nothing and responded with a direct, dirty, lip-lock. With one hand circled Dudley's neck, and the other hand dug down through his waistband and grabbed his pulsing, thick rod she had grown used to. They didn't have time to go all the way. 

Dudley’s tongue swept the redhead's mouth like she was the fountain of youth. He could feel it, she was just as much into it. Her eyes closed, she rubbed her wet lips, grounded them, and pivoted her head while lapping his tongue with hers inside his mouth. 

"Ugh…"

All the while, Lily jerked him off right inside his pants. She had magic in her hold, those soft, tight fingers were too much. And feeling her breasts squeeze into his chest, Dudley was already on the verge. 

"Mmmmh… It's okay… let it out, dear." Lily moaned into his mouth, drinking him back with each wet kiss. 

Fuck! She's… too good at this. 

Finally, Dudley let it all loose. He clawed her ass with both hands and just exploded into her stroking fist right inside his pants. She had already prepared for that and had kept her palm loosely clamped around his cockhead. 

All that thick, virile cream pooled into her fist. Though some drops did drip into his pants. He didn't care, too busy kissing her hot mouth. 

"Oh… Dudley." Lily pulled her face back and smiled dreamily. "We should go now. Don't worry, I'll visit Hogwarts occasionally. I'm still on the Board of Directors."

Dudley took calming breaths and unbuttoned his pants, making space for her to pull out her hand. It was hot, seeing her palm cupped, filled with his cum. That woman, so stunning, so soft and full in every damn curve, he had her all for himself. 

That thought tickled his balls and mind. He absolutely cherished doing her.

"Yeah, let's do that."

Quickly, he changed into a different pair of pants and gathered his luggage. Though this time he had an extra leather duffle bag. 

"What's in that bag?" Lily asked before apparating him. 

He chuckled and gave a cryptic reply. "Nothing, just a surprise for someone."

Soon enough, she brought him to King's Cross, from where they walked into the magical platform. They were a tad bit late and most of the students were done boarding. Dudley waved Lily a normal goodbye and boarded. 

He was right on time as before he could even walk to the cabin, the train's door closed and it started moving. Thankfully, his luggage was already taken inside. Still, he had kept that surprise duffle bag with him. 

There's the trio. He walked past the cabin occupied by Harry, Hermione, and Ron. He said hello to them, though Hermione still didn't look him in the eye. 

Sighing, he continued to walk, looking for the cabin Susan and Hannah had likely hoarded for themselves. 

Oh? What do we have here?

Right in the distance, he saw Draco, his two pets Crabbe and Goyle, and Pansy walking towards him. As always, Draco was in the lead, face full of haughty sneers. Similarly, Pansy walked behind him, arms crossed. It was only Crabbe and Goyle doing the talking. 

Let's see what he does. 

Interested to see Draco's reaction, Dudley purposefully walked right in the middle of the corridor. Being a big guy, there wasn't much space on his side. 

"Tsk, move away, mudblood!" Draco, without thinking twice, growled at Dudley. 

What? Holy shit, he's dumber than a troll.

Dudley acted shocked, playing with Draco. "Mudblood? Me?"

Before Draco could say anything, Pansy snarled and raised her chin haughtily. "Who else? I don't see any other fat pig's son running around… Ah, I didn't mean to disrespect your dead rotund father."

"..."

Dudley's eyes nearly widened at her response. That really came out unexpectedly. Pansy wasn't even on his radar until now but… as always, purebloods were known for digging their own graves.

From surprised to threateningly serious, Dudley eyed the dark-haired Slytherin. She wasn't that pretty, but neither ugly enough to ignore. 

Clap!

Clap!

Dudley clapped his hands, smiling. He slowly walked forward until he stood face to face with Draco, so close that he could whisper to him, and the other three wouldn't hear him. Not with all that train noise. 

"Well, well, Draco. Seems the old mutt really can't learn new tricks. I was almost convinced you'd grown up. Should I tell them about how mighty rich House Malfoy is? Or the nights you spent gutter-deep, begging warmth on the streets?" Dudley stepped even closer, and softly tapped on Draco's cheek, like a mocking slap. 

"Mind your tone, blondie. I’ve got little patience for threats. Your mother’s earning her keep in my company now. Shall I dismiss her? Or repossess the mansion for old time’s sake?"

Draco's gulp was audible. His pale face looked paler. 

“Hah.” Dudley gave a slow smirk and stepped back, eyes on Pansy like a cat sizing up a bird. Already making up his mind on what to do that year to fight boredom. A pet project, perhaps. “Bit of advice, love—don’t gnaw on the hand that feeds you. Isn’t that right, my dear Draco?"

Draco said nothing, his mouth going dry. Sure, even the Parkinson family had thrown their money into D&D Bank for that sweet interest rate. And Draco knew what Dudley could do with that. 

"Let's go." Draco walked. 

Right when Pansy walked by his side, Dudley whispered to her. "You started it, remember that."

"Hmph!" Pansy scoffed and ignored his warning. 

A reaction she would soon come to terribly regret. She still lived in the mindset that pureblood and magical might reign supreme. Most were like her. 

None were aware that the era of big money had arrived silently. 

Once again, Dudley relaxed his shoulders and continued walking, looking for his girls. He also waved at some other friends from other houses. Eventually, he arrived in front of the desired cabin. It was easy to find since Susan's loud voice was audible. 

"This bitch!" Susan's loud curse echoed.

What's going on? Dudley frowned and before entering, looked inside through the glass window. Daphne? Why's she with the two?

Hannah and Susan sat on one side, arms crossed. On the other side sat Daphne, alone, proud with her legs crossed and also her arms. 

Wanting to stop their fight, Dudley slid the door open. "Morning, girls."

"Dudley!" Susan roared right away. "Look at her audacity! She came looking for an arrangement with you for this year."

"..."

"W-What arrangement?" he asked.

"To fuck her!" Susan revealed, holding no words back. "Dudley, tell her to go. Me and Hannah have already made up our timetable for this year. We have no space to squeeze her in."

"..."

He was speechless, rushing to shut the door. "Wait, you two made a timetable?"

"Hmph!" Daphne sneered from her seat. "That is why I gave the alternate offer. For every hour I take from any of you, I'll pay you five Galleons."

"I don't want your money." Susan declared.

"Me neither," Hannah added.

But as the two girls looked at Dudley, they found Dudley was staring at Daphne instead. It was then they realized they had fucked up. There was one thing Dudley never refused, and that was money. 

"Wait, Daphne." Dudley walked closer to the Slytherin blonde. "Why are you paying them? Just pay me."

"..."

All three girls dumbly stared at each other's faces. Susan awkwardly rubbed the spot between her eyebrows, and Hannah chuckled. Daphne was lost. 

"You'll whore yourself, Dudley?" Susan asked.

Dudley thumped his chest. "As a modern man, I see no job as low or high."

Laughing at their faces, Dudley shook his head and put his duffle bag on the storage rack above, and sat down beside Daphne. He was surprised she joined their cabin, but he'd rather she be with him than Draco and other Slytherins. 

"What's in the bag?" Susan, like a cat with ADHD, shifted her focus to the new bag Dudley had brought. "Never seen it before."

"It's a gift for someone special," he said.

All three girls became interested in that instead. 

"Special? Who?" asked Hannah. 

"Just a special, certain bitch who likes cats. Don't worry, you'll see her soon." 

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Question: Nymphadora Tonks and Andromeda Tonks threesome. Yes or no?

Choice 1: Yes!

Choice 2: Nope.