Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 25 - Loving The Goods & Controlled Chaos

"WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?!" Cornelius Fudge screamed at the top of his lungs and slammed the newspaper on the table. "Summon her! Summon the Chief Editor! Quick!"

Dolores Jane Umbridge hurried out of the room with a furious face. Even she couldn't believe the article and the photos that were printed along. They were not fake, but they couldn't be real either… they had to be fake. 

"It's him! I know, it's Dumbledore's work." Cornelius fumed in rage alone, pacing back and forth across the room. "H… He crossed the line."

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"Ummh… Five more minutes…"

Dudley chuckled and got out of bed in his private jet, a massive airliner. Beside him, under the sheets, was Tonks, as nude as the night before, her body marked with his harsh fingerprints and kisses, looking utterly satisfied in her sleep, and her loins probably sore. She asked for it, and he'd delivered. A bonus for her for a job well done. 

Getting out of bed, he walked into the shower, took a quick bath, wore the bathrobe, and went out to the massive living area that was a part of his private living space at the back of the plane. Half of the plane was designed like his personal apartment and the other half was designed like an executive office lounge for executives to sit and talk. It was just him and Tonks that day, and the staff, of course. 

Four stewardesses, two chefs, one permanent aircraft mechanic, and three pilots. A crew of ten was permanently on his plane. It was a comfort that money provided him, and he felt no shame in having it. He was moderately successful in his previous life, but now, with so much money, he wanted it all. 

"Mr. Dursley, your breakfast." A beautiful, black-haired Korean stewardess came with a tray of healthy breakfast. "We’re three hours from Heathrow."

"Thanks, Yoon-suh." Dudley perfectly pronounced her name and received his breakfast. He remembered the names of most of the staff that interacted with him that closely. It was a decent tactic to instill loyalty, as having their names remembered by their boss and one of the world's super-rich was a privilege and honor to them. 

No, he didn't fuck them. He probably could, and they'd probably not mind. He was a young, twenty-year-old boy, pretty handsome and tall, he liked to believe. He didn't even make the stewardess wear any revealing clothes. He reckoned it was best to be professional with his direct employees, nor did he feel any excitement towards them. How could he when he had so many other options to choose from? 

Once she left, Dudley unfolded a fresh copy of the Daily Prophet. He'd received it before taking off, but never got the chance to read it as Tonks kept him occupied. 

"Let's see—Hah! Rita did well."

Smoke Reveals The Fire! Voldemort And Death Eaters Photographed!—For years we sipped tea under the delightful delusion that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had perished, undone by a mother’s love and a lightning-scarred infant. But recent revelations—shocking, scandalous, undeniable—have cracked the Ministry’s porcelain mask.

During the Triwizard Tournament, tragedy struck. Young Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff’s golden boy, was murdered. Not by misadventure. Not by accident. But by Lord Voldemort himself—risen, wrathful, and very much alive…

The Ministry’s response? A clumsy cover-up and a deafening silence.

The Daily Prophet brings you irrefutable proof of the Dark Lord’s return, and—perhaps even more alarmingly—evidence that his most loyal Death Eaters still walk freely among us. Ten photographs, printed right here on page two, show familiar faces: Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Avery, Macnair, Jugson, Mulciber—need I continue? These men were exonerated after the last war, and now we ask: Why?...

Wake up, Cornelius Fudge. Wake up, Ministry! Clinging to your thrones while darkness gathers once again is not governance—it’s cowardice.

We demand answers.

And make no mistake—the Ministry will try to bury this. But the Daily Prophet will not bend. We write for the people, not for power.

Support real reporting. Subscribe today—both the morning and evening editions. Because the war may have begun again, and knowledge is our first defense…

"So she turned it into an advertisement." Dudley chuckled, sipping orange juice. He turned the page and looked at the photos. "Came out great. Their asses must be on fire… Except one, of course."

Dudley reminisces about what he did to Lucius Malfoy. But whenever the thought of leniency arose, he remembered Vernon's face. The fat man was complete trash, but he had changed, accepted magic, and had started to live a good life. What Lucius did wasn't justified. 

No mercy to his kind. He reminded himself. 

The Death Eaters and Purebloods can never be reasoned. They can only be subjugated, as done by Voldemort, who wasn't even a full human anymore, let alone a half-blood. 

Eventually, he turned the page to read other news. There were many things, even an advertisement from his company, looking for wizards to hire. It wasn't said why he needed them, nor the fact that he was only interested in Muggle-born and half-blood wizards who could be vetted. 

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While Dudley watched enviously as Tonks apparated away, he had to travel like good, simple Muggles. Although he no longer lived like common Muggles. His big luxury van was there for him as soon as he stepped down from the plane. Then, the van, guarded by his Muggle private security, who was in secret foreign wizards from Vanguard, headed home. 

After more than an hour, the luxury van finally stopped in front of his house. But it was crowded there, a big camper, many vans, and a lot of people were walking around with all sorts of equipment related to filming. 

What the hell's going on here?

Confused, he got out of the van and walked towards his house. 

"Stop! Where's your ID card?"

"..."

Dudley froze in front of the door and looked behind. There was nobody but him. He looked back at the two policemen in uniform, blocking the door to his own damn home. 

“Come off it—why would I need an ID for my own place?”

The two policemen mumbled something on their radio and raised their hands to stop him. One of them grabbed his baton to threaten him. 

"This is Mrs. Drusley's house. Seems you've got the wrong address. Off you pop now—let’s not go making a fuss, shall we?”

What the fuck is this? Wait, is this a joke? A prank maybe? Cameras must be filming me.

"Hah! You got me. Nice prank, buddy. Now move away, I'm tired."

"..."

Wait, they're for real? I paid your fucking department five million in donations. You bastards should have my photo on every wall and patrol car. 

Of course, he couldn't say that out loud. There were too many cameras around him. 

"Any idea who Mrs. Dursley’s son might be? Take a wild guess—I’ll give you five seconds."

The officers looked at each other's faces, which slowly contorted. Then, they hurriedly stepped aside, even opening the door. 

"Fuck me—I'm sorry, Mr. Dursley." One of them said. 

Dudley shook his head and walked in. He went straight to the large kitchen area that had been modified to be a cooking show studio. And once he reached inside, he understood why there was so much security. 

There were men dressed in black suits, standing as security guards behind the cameras. The crew was small but professional, most of them being old fogies. The lights were perfect, the faces came out beautiful, both Petunia and her cooking show's guest of the day. 

Princess Diana? Dudley gawked at the guest. He had never planned for the show he bankrolled to keep Petunia employed would become such a big hit. Petunia was pretty much a celebrity at that point, heck, she was more known than him when it came to non-business folks. 

Wait a moment! It's the year two thousand! W-Why is she… Shouldn't she be dead? What happened? Dudley froze in the moment, pondering deeply. 

He knew the butterfly he had forced to flutter never stopped after he woke up as Dudley. But this was one of the biggest changes he was seeing caused by it. 

Did I cause this? But how? I don't think D&D was involved with the royals in any way. 

"My pumpkin?!"

"..."

Come on! Even in public?

Petunia stopped whatever she was doing and ran past the cameras and hugged Dudley tightly. She showered kisses on his cheek as if he were still a little plump boy.

"Alright, alright, calm down, Mum. They're turning cameras at us." Dudley stopped her with much effort and saw the Princess walk up to him. She looked every bit as proud and tall as the tabloids described her as.

"Your face is shrouded in more secrecy than the matters of the royal household, Mr. Dursley." Princess Diana said, smiling warmly as she extended her hand. 

Dudley unashamedly took her hand, shook it, and only gave a gentle nod of his head, seemingly a courtesy bow. Being an American at heart, he wasn't a fan of royalties. But he didn't hate them either, especially not the beautiful sort. 

"Your Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't know you were interested in cooking."

Her hand's grip tightened on his, and she gave a sly smile, her eyes narrow. "I suppose we all have secrets, don't we? And Petunia is lovely company."

Yeah, she knows I'm a wizard. Understandable.

"Secrets do add a bit of excitement to otherwise dull days, don’t they? Either way, I'm grateful you took the time out to come here. Mum is probably giggling like a little girl inside." 

"Hey! That's not how you speak to your mum," Petunia protested from the side. 

"That's what you get for calling me pumpkin, Mum," Dudley cheekily replied and pulled his hand from the Princess' grasp. It felt as if she was trying to read his pulse. "I'll go take a bath."

"Because you are, my dear. You're my precious plump pumpkin."

"..."

Don't, mum. Don't remind me of my failures. 

Dudley sighed and left, hearing both women giggle behind his back. 

Over the years, all his attempts at gaining a chiseled, shredded body had failed. Sure, he had all the muscles on his chest, arms, back, the whole package, except for the abs. But they were bulky, making him look chubby when wearing clothes.

Sigh… Those mythical abs. 

Standing naked in front of the mirror in his bathroom, he looked at his body. He didn't hate the bulky sets of muscles, but he chased for abs, and the closer he got, the further away they felt. 

At least I'm not fat anymore. 

With that, he jumped into the shower, a proper one this time, and he soaked in the bathtub afterward. He also used a telephone nearby to call Edwin and discuss some business matters. D&D Bank, both the Muggle and magical side were soon to open for the general public. A lot of work needed to be done. 

Done bathing, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out into his room to put on some comfortable clothes. He had no plans that night, nowhere to go. He was going to eat dinner with Petunia, whatever she was making with the Princess. 

Knock! Knock!

"Yes?"

Instead of a response, the door opened. Dudley tightened the towel around his hips, frowning. But it wasn't Petunia who had come. 

"Ah! I'm sorry." 

"Lily? What are you doing here?" Dudley gripped his towel tighter around his waist, but still, he was mostly naked above. He expected her to shut the door and wait outside. But instead, she walked in. 

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" 

Surprising Dudley, Lily rushed towards him, her green eyes flickering beautifully, emotionally. Then, she raised herself on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and her lips… landed on his. 

"Ummmh~"

He froze for half a breath, stunned by the softness pressed to him. Her full, heaving breasts crushed against his bare chest like warm, pillowy cushions, her body pressing with a desperation that melted into desire. 

She was wrapped in tight blue jeans that hugged her hips like sin, and a white tee stretched taut over her chest, fighting to contain the heavy weight of her breasts. Over it, an unbuttoned red checkered shirt hung loose, but not hiding a damn thing.

Her body heat bled into him. She was volcanic.

Dudley’s hands almost moved on their own, trailing from her waist to her hips, then down, landing on the thick swell of her ass. Good God. 

She was solid yet soft in all the right ways. His fingers spread, squeezing deep into her ass. They felt like they were sculpted for his hands, like he'd touched her a thousand times in his dreams.

But Lily did all the work. Her mouth parted, her tongue pressed against the seam of his lips, insistent. And he let her in.

She swept in like a storm, swirling inside him. Her tongue licked, teased, danced. Her kiss was greedy, wet, and deep. She moaned against his mouth, tilting her head and pivoting her face to kiss him harder. Her lips molded to his like they belonged there, her tongue curling over his as she sucked on his mouth. Every taste of her felt stolen, dangerous.

Dudley couldn’t hold back anymore. He kissed her back. Harder. Deeper.

He mashed his face into hers, his mouth devouring her, his hands gripping her round ass, pulling her against him until she was flush with the tent straining beneath his towel. The thick outline of his cock throbbed against her belly. He knew she felt it, and he knew she wasn’t complaining. 

She arched her back and moaned into his kiss, her breasts mashing even tighter to his chest.

But even now, through the haze of lust, Dudley held the reins. He wasn’t a teenager about to blow his load from a kiss. He was achingly hard, but not mindlessly stupid.

Spit still clung to their lips, they stopped kissing yet still held each other in their arms. Honestly, Dudley couldn't stop fondling her ass. Heck, every part of her body was perfectly soft and hot, literal curves to die for. 

"What was that for?" he asked, seeing her lips glistening. Her scent was something else as well. 

Lily smiled warmly and leaned in to kiss his cheeks. "For everything, Dudley. Harry is safe, and we have proof of the Dark Lord's return. If not for you…"

"Is this…" He showed hesitation in his voice. "Is this a gift because of what I did?"

"No, this is because I wanted to," Lily replied instantly. "I really did, Dudley. I still stand by what I said that evening."

And yet I can't bring myself to believe you. You're not an easy woman, not at all. 

That didn't mean he wouldn't have his fun. He gripped her fantastic ass again, massaging the supple flesh in wide palms. "I didn't do much."

"You did more than enough," Lily replied, her face somewhat flushed. 

As a moment of silence fell, Dudley felt awkward to still grip her ass. He begrudgingly released her and stepped away from her embrace, fastening his towel again as his throbbing hard cock did its best to set free. He felt Lily's eyes on his loins and genuinely, it started to feel tough to know if she really wanted him or if it was yet another tactic. 

"Where…" He quickly grabbed a T-shirt from the cupboard. "Where's Harry?"

Lily was busy fixing her shirt, blushing. "He's packing his luggage. He plans to spend some days at the Burrow… I… will be alone for the next whole week."

Hah! I saw that. But no, not on your terms. 

Dudley controlled his urges. He didn't trust Lily fully, not when she seemed so easy. And if he was going to cross that line, then he wanted that on his terms. Not at her pleasure, at her time, and at her place. He held the key she desired, and it was his choice to decide when and where he shared it.

"Really? It'll probably be pretty lonely. You can come over and cook or maybe go shopping with Mum?"

"I will and…" Lily lowered her voice but was still audible. "You can also come over sometime for some… coffee?"

Being direct now?

"Sure, I'll come by sometime."

As awkward silence intensified, Lily stepped backward towards the door. "Then, I'll see you downstairs. Petunia invited me and Harry over. They're probably done filming by now."

"I'll see you later."

Thud!

As the door closed, Dudley let out a deep breath and looked down at the tent in the towel. He knew where the inevitable was leading him. But he wanted to be in control. 

Soon… But let's not rush. 

Tasting Lily's lipstick in his mouth, he wore some comfortable, loose track pants and went downstairs. As expected, Princess Diana didn't have too much time. The filming crew was already in the process of packing their final equipment. 

It's getting annoying now. 

He wanted to return home for peace. But he didn't feel that at all. 

I should try buying the entire neighborhood and make it private land. Yeah, let's put Edwin on it. 

Following that, he had a hearty dinner with Petunia, Lily, and Harry. Harry invited him to the Burrow, and while he was interested in the Weasleys, he had to decline. With the D&D Bank's opening, he didn't have time to spare. Not for a week, at least.

Later that night, as the Potters left, he received a lot of side glances from Lily. She hugged him to say goodbye and exhaled warmly into his ears while saying nothing. He knew what she wanted, as Harry was leaving. 

But he just waved and locked the door. He watched a movie with Petunia that evening and then went to sleep in his room. 

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Three Days Later,

Cillian Manson was just an ordinary Half-Blood wizard living in the UK. He worked for a magical ink company, a really nasty job for his taste but it paid decently. For a few days now he'd been a subscriber of the Daily Prophet, following the events related to the Dark Lord. He was honestly scared.

But also, he saw a strange ad. An ad about a new bank opening right in Diagon Alley. It was called D&D Bank, owned by the richest wizard in the country, and possibly the richest Muggle in the world as well. He knew who Dudley was, being involved with the Muggle side as well. 

Yet, it wasn't the owner that attracted him. It was the terms and the promises written in the ad. They were too good to be true. So, like many others, he couldn't help himself. He finished his shift early and rushed to Diagon Alley, now a much bigger and more beautiful market ever since Dudley Dursley bought most of it.

"Excuse me, I have some questions." He awkwardly entered the grand entrance of the bank. It looked as if it was gilded in gold, the D&D BANK written in bold capital letters above the entrance. Two mean-looking six-foot-plus men stood guard at the entrance. 

But then, a beautiful woman dressed in robes with a golden D&D Logo on her chest greeted him. She guided him inside through the grand lobby with dozens of human tellers, working hard with piles of gold sitting on their tables.

He was taken to a private cabin where a table and chair were kept. He sat on one side, the beautiful woman sat on the other side. In moments, a man came with a hot cup of tea and also water if he needed it. 

Automatically, his mind drew parallels with the treatment he received at Gringotts. The difference was like heaven and earth. 

"I… I…" He felt nervous. "I'm interested in opening an account but I have a question. Are you really going to pay me if I keep my money in your bank?"

"Of course, Sir. It's called interest. Imagine it this way. Is the value of gold, silver, and copper the same today as it was ten years ago?"

"No, the value has increased."

"Exactly. Tell me then, why ought your galleons lie idle when they could be working magic of their own? With our partner investment program, the bank offers a charming return—three to six percent annually. Ten thousand galleons in, and you're looking at a yearly gain of three to six hundred." She explained and then went on to tell him more. About the founder's dream, and the prowess. A win-win system with insurance over the money stored in the bank.

In the end, Cillian walked out of the bank two hours later with documents in his hand. He couldn't afford a full vault, but he'd opened an account and right away stored his lifetime savings of fifteen hundred Galleons. 

It still felt unbelievable. But he had the papers as proof. 

"T-This…" As he was walking through Diagon Alley, he looked at the weirdly shaped entrance of Gringotts and sneered. "You bastards are fucked." 

And they were fucked indeed. Once the Daily Prophet printed the names of the large clients of D&D Bank, others followed. The Black Family, Potter Family, Dumbledore Family, McGonagall family, Greengrass family, Zabini family—As soon as the big names were made public, all the fence sitter pureblood families joined D&D Bank, bringing their entire vaults over to D&D Bank. 

It was a bank run for Goblins and a reverse for Dudley. In just a few days, he saw D&D Bank soar. Once word reached Europe, a similar scene happened in France, where Nicolas Flamel led the movement. The Delacours also aided. When France and the UK both were doing it, the rest just copied. Germany, Spain, and slowly the dominos fell. Sure, the momentum wasn’t as strong as in the UK, but it was enough to be called considerable. 

Gringotts got truly, absolutely fucked. Even in the United States, Dudley was popular thanks to his recent hiring drives where he right away gave employment to 30,000 wizards. It was a significant number for wizards, whose population was far lower compared to Muggles. Also, Dudley automatically created salary accounts at D&D Bank for all the wizards he hired. 

Two days later, the Daily Prophet wrote a front-page article, titled "Dudley Dursley, The Man Gilded In Gold".

If there were people before who didn't know him; They did now.

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"I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" Edwin roared and jumped to hug Dudley. "Let me kiss you, my golden boss!"

"Ugh… Fuck off, Edwin!" Dudley pushed the man away from himself. "Focus on the damn work."

"What work? We just made tens of billions! You're a fucking genius!" Edwin almost cried, already thinking about the fat bonus he was going to get. "I think I'll buy a boat."

"Tsk…" Dudley scoffed. "I want one too."

Both men sat down by the large window overlooking the River Thames and drank wine in the daytime. How could they not after the soaring success of the Muggle side of D&D Bank as well? Unlike the magical side, the Muggle side was entirely driven by the fame and established prowess of D&D Holdings. 

Right away, the bank issued loans, massive loans. The loans were to help a few companies, mainly in the construction business. He found some debt-ridden, struggling large companies, used every underhanded means possible to ensure they didn't get any relief from anywhere, and once they reached a do-or-die point, he bought them. Then, his bank gave fat loans to clear all the debts, and then further invested more as the government had finally given Dudley the permission to develop Plymouth Town as the UK's own Silicon Valley. Most of Dudley's demands had been agreed to. 

Then, Dudley repeated the same thing. He pushed companies to the brink of collapse and appeared like an angel. Batteries, displays, fashion, semiconductors, chips, he jumped into all of them with the sole focus on developing Plymouth as the future hub. 

But it wasn't all smooth sailing. As soon as the government released the permission given to his company to develop Plymouth Town, massive protests erupted in London and Plymouth itself. Some were natural and some were planned by his competitors who wanted him to lose. 

"DOWN WITH DURSLEY!" 

"STOP THE OIL!"

"EAT THE RICH!"

"BLA BLA BLA…"

After one point, Dudley just shrugged and decided to be as ruthless as he needed to be. He was trying to give the UK a bright future, while the people wanted the country to get fucked, slowly. 

He then gave the order, and underhanded means were utilized. Some of the leaders of the protests were suddenly laid off from their work. Some were suddenly investigated and found to be doing some nasty things in private. Some were found to have been paid and got publicly exposed on TV. 

Then Dudley gave his first-ever TV interview. Of course, it was on the BBC, the bastards were fed by him. And Petunia was a star on one of their channels. He no longer hid himself from the world. He no longer hid his intentions. He had the Vanguards to deal with all the madness. 

"...Yeah, so what? Do you want to know why the UK’s a tech graveyard? It’s 'cause every time some poor sod comes up with something half-decent, bureaucracy kicks in with rules and regulations. So they jet off to California, pitch their idea to venture capital, and next thing you know—it’s worth billions. And guess who's the biggest venture capital out there? Me!"

Seeing the journalist speechless, he continued. 

"And when I am trying to create a Silicon Valley of our own—something that could pump two trillion into our economy in the next two decades—and I get called a capitalist pig? A fascist? Even an eco-terrorist? There were posters with my face on them, calling for me to be murdered! What exactly have I done wrong—wanting to make my own country bloody wealthier? I'm just twenty, I could’ve sodded off to California and lived easy in a mansion, but I didn’t. I stayed here. I live in Surrey. My Mum’s here. And you know what? I love this place. That’s my crime, is it? Loving my own country?”

Nationalism sells well. Dudley knew that, and he milked it as much as he could. He didn't believe in most of what he said. Yes, he was a capitalist pig. But it was also a fact that he would generate jobs for tens of thousands, and make the UK as a whole richer and much more high-tech. He believed that was enough for a give and take. 

It was a heated interview. But he made sure to get his point across. The point was very simple as well. He was just twenty years old and already rich as fuck. Can the UK really afford to piss him off and push him away? 

So, as expected, the next day's Muggle papers printed an expected headline. 

200 Billion Dollar Empire at Twenty—I Live In Surrey!

"Jesus! Really? Am I worth two hundred billion, Edwin?" Dudley looked at his CFO in pure disbelief. "Wait, doesn't that make me the richest? Steve's only got ninety-something, no?"

Edwin awkwardly rubbed his beard, thinking deeply. "Well, that's just an estimate of your Muggle wealth. If you combine the wizard side, it's probably much higher."

Dudley's jaw dropped in shock. He seriously had no clue how rich he was. And doing an audit was very tough, especially on the wizarding side. But he knew exactly where he needed to use the money he had. If he was that rich, there was no need to hold back anymore. 

Let's expand Vanguard Group. Just a thousand members won't do. 

Ring! Ring!

Right then, his wired telephone on the table rang. Before Edwin could answer, Dudley grabbed it since it was his office. Also, he didn't want Edwin's greasy hands to rub on the phone, the man just finished eating a burger. 

"Dudley here."

"Dudley? Oh! It went through!"

"..."

A cute, sweet, feminine voice came from the other side. He recognized it right away. 

"Luna?"

"Yes, Luna Lovegood speaking on this side, Over."

"..."

"You don’t need to say ‘over,’ Luna. That’s for walkie-talkies. This is just a regular phone. Also, where exactly are you calling from? And—hang on—how did you even get this number?"

“Daddy gave it to me—Over! I mean, I’m calling from a telephone box. I was wondering if you might be free. At Hogwarts, you mentioned we’d go on a trip, remember? Do you have any plans yet?”

Ah! I nearly forgot. Dudley frowned and looked at his calendar on the table. Nothing much this week. 

"Nothing on the calendar just yet, but we can plan something together. I’m free for the next four days, so let’s head somewhere nice. Any places you’ve been thinking about? Could be anywhere, really—wherever takes your fancy."

There was silence for a while, Luna's soft breath was audible, however. Then she chirped. "Switzerland… I saw the pictures—it’s enchanting. I wonder what sort of magical beasts might be nesting in the mountains there. Do you suppose we could visit sometime?"

"Why not? Go home and pack your bags. I'll pick you up from the Leaky Cauldron in two hours."

Normally, one would question the suddenness of it. But not Luna Lovegood. 

"Then, I'll see you there, Dudley."

That was it, she hung up.

Dudley put the phone down and looked at Edwin to get the bookings made. But the man started stretching his shoulders, as if tired. "What?"

"I could use a holiday as well."

"Bullshit! You just went to Brazil on a family trip last month. Now help me book a nice one for me."

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It was never a hassle traveling when you had a massive private plane hauling you around. And it being Luna's first air travel, she was all excited and in awe of everything, cutely running the entire length of the plane and checking out everything. It was a different thing that she nearly opened the emergency door with an unlocking spell. He reprimanded her a little after that. 

The flight to Switzerland wasn't long. As soon as they arrived, they rented a car, which Dudley drove to a secluded parking lot. From there, they put on invisibility cloaks and flew using a broom. That was the best way to enjoy the beauty of Switzerland. And really, it was a beauty. 

Since Luna's main wish was to see magical beasts, Dudley took her to the places marked on the map. A map that he'd purchased from the Swiss Ministry of Magic. It was expensive, but listening to Luna laugh and talk nonstop made it worth it. 

Unlike most believed, Luna wasn't a stoic, plain-faced girl. Most believed she didn't know how to express herself. Smiling all the time, even when she should frown. But that was merely because of her extremely curious nature. Even in times of crisis, she was more curious than worried. Now, seeing her giggle, talk loudly on the broom, and be more expressive, he saw the real Luna. 

"I don't think you'll find any unseen magical beasts, Luna." Dudley flew beside her as they approached an uninhabited mountain. "Most of Europe has similar magical creatures."

“Oh, I know that, of course. But honestly, it’s still ever so much fun.”

Ah… I guess it is worth it. 

Seeing her radiant smile, he followed her around in her quest to explore the wilderness. Being her usual self, dressed in a heavy set of robes to fight the cold, she'd left her waist-length dirty blonde hair untied, leaving it to flutter with the wind.

Eventually, as the afternoon came, they flew to the mountain where their vacation resort was located. They landed in a secluded spot and walked right into the overly expensive, highly secure holiday hotel. With expensive cars parked outside and entering the front entrance, they were the only ones to walk there. 

Of course, Dudley and Luna stood out, normally dressed, twenty and nineteen-year-old youngsters entering the property. But nobody stopped them. The staff at the entrance just smiled and let them through. 

How could they not? Dudley had booked the ‘whatever most expensive suite and experience’ they had to offer. It wasn't even something they advertised to customers. But it existed for a select few. His small, four-day vacation was going to cost him almost three million dollars. But at that point, it was nothing to him. 

And when you spend that much money, the executive staff of the resort left no stone unturned to be prepared. They researched their guests and made changes. They had all seen Dudley's photo and remembered it so all staff knew who they were speaking to. However, they couldn't find anything about Luna. 

"Woah…" She clearly didn't mind not being recognized, too lost in admiring the beautiful ceiling of the resort's lobby. 

They didn't have to wait. As their luggage had already arrived from their plane, the room was prepared with keys. He just received the key card and left with Luna, refusing any services. 

It was a first experience for Dudley too, and when he entered the suite, he was left admiring the view. High ceilings and wooden architecture gave off the vibe of living in a massive log house. There was fire in the hearth, and the temperature was warm. The large, floor-to-ceiling windows showed the endless valley and snowy mountains in the distance. Living hall, kitchen, meeting rooms, entertainment room, bedrooms, there were so many rooms. 

Luna had already run off to explore the new place. And explore she did, returning with a basket full of chocolate, wine, and some cookies, all top-tier, most expensive. 

"Hold it, Luna. Get changed first. We're going skiing first, then dinner, and then rest here." Dudley stopped her from wasting any time and flicked his wand to summon their bags. 

Of course, she had no idea what skiing was, and that was why it was so exciting for Dudley. 

####

An hour later.

"Aaaaaah!" Luna screamed, unable to stop herself from sliding. It was the first time Dudley had heard her that loud. 

"Use the poles! Like me… You can do it." Dudley skied beside, instructing her. 

Woosh!

Luna fell, face first on the soft snow. It didn't hurt, but it was cold. But she always giggled after her fall. 

"Well, there's some progress. We've got three more days, enough to make you a master." Dudley gave her a hand and helped her up. "Let's go now. I'm starving."

"Me too, Dudley." Luna huffed in exhaustion and followed him on foot. "I wonder what they sell for dinner."

"Everything," Dudley replied and took her back to the resort. By the time they returned, it had become dark, so instead of changing clothes, they went straight to one of the many restaurants in the resort. They were the only ones dressed in skiing clothes, but nobody stopped them. 

It was a hearty meal, and delicious, no doubt. At that price point, if it wasn't tasty, Dudley would have started a revolt. He ordered a little of a lot and mixed it with fine wine, it was a solid evening. A little tipsy, and somewhat exhausted, it was the best way to end their day. 

By the time they finished dinner, it was nine in the night. They grabbed some ice cream tubs from the restaurant and headed to their suite to relax and watch a movie on the massive projector in the large living area. 

Well, that was the plan. 

Dudley took a bath fast, changed into a loose t-shirt and trousers, and sat down on the massive couch in the living area. He grabbed a magazine on the side table while waiting for Luna to appear from her room.

Sure, he had indecent ideas. But he also genuinely enjoyed his time. And since he never saw any hint from Luna, he never acted on those ideas. Treating the vacation like a normal, friendly outing. 

"I'm here, Dudley."

How wrong Dudley was. 

"W-What… What are you wearing?!"

In fact, the question should have been about the lack of clothes.

She stood there proudly, her hands on her waist, her legs slightly parted. She was entirely naked; except for a pair of thigh-high stockings, pure white in color, silky and pristine against her pale skin. Her long, waist-length hair fell smooth and straight, not a curl in sight, draping down her back like a shimmering veil. 

She wasn't as short as he remembered, maybe an inch or two shorter than Susan, who was shorter than Hannah. But right now, she stood like a goddess of innocent temptation, posing in the wide open space leading into the living area.

"I read that visual stimulation is a must for physical affection. Dudley, I'll need your participation in the next sequence."

"..."

Dudley gulped, eyeing her entire body like an unholy sculpture. She was built like those supermodels, just not as tall. Her slender frame felt long, and her breasts, while on the smaller side, looked perfect on her body, those tight cherry pink tips erect for his attention and her face, like a doll in waiting to be played. 

"I… surrender myself, Luna."

Luna smiled and took a step forward. But then, shocking Dudley, she got down on all fours and began crawling towards Dudley, swaying her pert, tight ass beautifully, her hair falling sideways around her face, her silvery eyes locked with him. 

What… is she doing? Isn't that a lot for a first?

"I read that it's exciting to do this. It said I'll look like a tigress." Luna explained as she reached Dudley, right between his spread legs. 

He chuckled and reached for her beautiful, cute face, caressing her long hair behind her ear. "More like a cat."

"Hehe…" Luna giggled. 

But right as she tried to settle on her knees there, Dudley grabbed her arm and made her stand up. Seeing her naked from so close made him feel weak, his erection already at its peak. Her slender legs, tight in those white stockings, took his breath away. 

He sat back and guided her to sit sideways on his lap, one arm wrapping snugly around her slim, delicate waist. The moment she settled, her tight little bottom pressed right up against his cock, and he twitched at the contact. Her warmth against his aching bulge sent shivers down his spine.

From that close angle, looking at her was almost sinful. He felt massive with her on him. He was a broad-shouldered six-foot-one man, and she was maybe five-foot-one. Her frame was narrow, feminine, and light, and her curves, while subtle, were art. Her small breasts, soft and palm-sized, fit perfectly under his wide, rough hand.

He slid that hand over her chest, fingers brushing over those stiff nipples, pinching and rolling gently, teasing her sensitive tips. Then his hand moved lower, tracing the flat plane of her belly, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her trembling breath. Lower, his palm reached her thighs. Warm and tight, her skin flawless under the stocking tops. 

And then, he finally slid his hand between her legs.

She shivered.

He found her virgin slit, bare but for a carefully groomed little blonde strip above it, like a dainty mark of intent, something she'd clearly learned and done for the occasion. His fingers brushed against her lower lips, so soft and untouched. He knew she was going to be tight as fuck. A grip wrapped in velvet, waiting to claim him.

But before going any further, before cherishing her beauty more, he sternly looked at her face, cupping her chin and turning her face towards him. He wanted to make everything clear beforehand. 

"Are you sure about this, Luna? We're just friends, and friends don't do this."

Luna hummed and shifted her ass on his lap to get a better look at his face. Her silver eyes almost seemed bigger, doe-like, from this close. 

She rubbed her slender fingers on his lips, and smiled, nodding.

"I know what I'm doing, Dudley. I always wanted to experience this but didn't know with whom. I tried looking for a boyfriend but I don't know why, nobody seemed interested in being my friend. Then I realized, you're the best option, because I trust you."

"Not because your dad asked you to seduce me?" He jokingly asked. 

Luna giggled, shaking her head. "No, I know what Daddy wanted. I think it's wrong."

"And this is right?" 

Just nodding, Luna brought her face closer to Dudley, and kissed him sweetly, her thin, lovely lips vanished between Dudley's heated response. 

The kiss turned hotter with each second. 

Dudley’s grip on her waist hardened, his large hand leaving flushed red marks against her porcelain-pale skin. As his lips dominated hers, his other hand slipped between her legs, fingers brushing against her soaked slit, teasing and rubbing her folds slowly. The heat of the kiss deepened; wet, breathy, carnal. His tongue probed her soft mouth, tasting her sweetness, while her smaller one responded shyly, curiously, like she was learning him through each motion.

She was new to this. Dudley could tell from how tentative her movements were, how her kisses fluttered before deepening again. So he guided her, going slow, showing her how to move her lips, how to breathe into the kiss, how to moan softly when his fingers pressed a little firmer between her thighs. 

Her body responded faster than her mind. Her hips shifted toward his hand, her lips parting on instinct as she melted against him.

"Let's move to a better place. The movie can wait."

With a smooth motion, Dudley scooped her up into a princess carry, her weight feather-light in his arms. He walked through the living room and into the nearest bedroom, Luna’s own room, and gently laid her back on her bed, her hair spilling over the pillow like gold silk. 

He climbed on top, lips meeting hers again, then started trailing down. His tongue glided over her neck, across her collarbones, lower and lower. He suckled on her tight nipples, teasing them with his teeth, drawing gasps from her throat. Then he licked across her flat, trembling belly, leaving a glistening trail as she spread her legs slowly, shyly. Those white stockings made her look like something out of his filthiest fantasy.

Dudley didn’t hesitate. He drove in with his mouth, tongue flattening against her slick rosy pussy, licking her up like melted sugar. He tasted her virgin nectar, probed her tight folds, flicked over her clit until her back arched. He clamped his mouth over her pussy, slurping, sucking, devouring her with obscene sounds and fevered hunger. And through it all, he stared up at her face, beautifully twisted with shame and bliss. 

Her lips parted in soft squeaks and breathless giggles like she didn’t know what to do with the storm of pleasure consuming her.

Dudley was rock-hard. Aching. His cock throbbed with the need to be buried in her heat, but he took his time, savoring her taste, the way her thighs trembled around his face. Her white stockings brushed against his cheeks, her covered toes tickling over his lower back.

Then, in a shaky, high-pitched voice, Luna moaned out, breathless, desperate. "L-Let me… tooo-ooh!"

Dudley pulled back with a grin, lips shiny from her drips. 

Sliding beside her, he lay flat, tossing his trousers away in one smooth move, then yanking his T-shirt over his head. Completely bare now, his chest heaving, his rock-hard cock standing proud.

Luna pushed up on her knees, her slender frame looking even more delicate next to his. She froze for a moment, eyes locked on his length, her lips parting in awe. Then, with trembling fingers, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. 

It pulsed in her grip, hot and heavy, and she stared at it like she’d discovered something terrifying and amazing all at once. "It's bigger than… the books."

What the hell has she been reading?

Dudley didn’t ask. He was too far gone now, drunk at the sight of her sitting between his big legs, looking at him like she was about to unwrap some long-awaited present. Her warm hands braced his thighs as she leaned down and gave his cock a long, deliberate lick from base to tip. Her tongue, soft, warm, curious, and sinfully sweet.

Then, she got messy. Luna wrapped her lips around his swollen head and suckled it slowly, then deeper, her tongue swirling as she tried to match what she must have read or seen. Her spit soon coated his shaft, drooling down his length as she bobbed her head amateurishly, struggling, moaning, gagging softly on part of his shaft, but never stopping. 

She didn’t give up when she felt his crown nudge at the back of her throat. Then she tried another way that she had read. Her hand cupped his balls while her face rubbed into them, nuzzling them with her cheek like they were warm, living pillows. She licked them too, hot little flicks, and pressed her tongue under his shaft as she worked him. 

It was sloppy, wet, obscene. Spit clung to her chin, her nose brushed against his groin with every push, and Dudley throbbed, barely holding himself back.

She tried again to take him in her tight mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she managed to take over half of his cock inside that silky mouth again. The tightness was unreal, hot, and snug, wrapping around his shaft. 

Dudley groaned loudly as he felt her teeth graze him, just a little, her inexperience making it imperfect—but God, it didn’t matter. 

Her lips sealed around him again, and she began suckling his cockhead with slow, reverent motions, then took more of him in. And more. Her mouth trailed lower until her lips almost kissed the base of his flesh wand, tears pooling in her eyes. From there, her tongue slipped free, licking under his shaft again, flicking and teasing the stretch of skin right before his back hole, nestling her pretty face right beneath his sack, licking there.

So obscene that even Dudley was surprised. Her tongue seemingly fought to inch closer to his other hole while he still lay flat on his back. She stroked him with her hand and just licked his balls and whatever was below there. 

It felt so hot that he almost burst. That was it, he decided to move on. Luna was too adventurous. 

But before he could stop her, Luna sat back on her knees, panting, wiping her face with her hands, and moving the stuck hair away from her forehead. 

"I think I'm ready, Dudley."

She looks ready. Dudley noticed her expressions and the sheer glistening wetness between her legs. Her pussy was like a tight slit, a line of pink teasing him to enter. 

"Try on top of me. That way you can control how much to take, when to take, and if it hurts too much." Dudley advised her, genuinely worried about her. He didn't want to hurt Luna at all. Although she wanted him, in every way, he didn't want it to be a bad memory. 

"Oh, I read the same," Luna replied and straddled his waist, her legs impossibly stretching wide as he was simply much bulkier and healthier than her slender frame. 

She reached down and grabbed his cock, her fingers quivering slightly from the arousal still buzzing through her body. Then, with a determined little breath, she straddled him. 

Dudley watched, hypnotized, as Luna angled his swollen cockhead against her soaked, tight slit. The tip barely pressed in, but it was like trying to force a fist through a locked door. She whimpered, grinding slowly, grinding again, letting her own nectar help swallow him.

“Aaaah!” Her voice cracked when his bulbous head finally sank in, stretching her virgin flower open like nothing ever had. 

The pressure was insane, like she was being split from within. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth hung open. Pain flickered across her face, but it was buried under something darker. She loved it. That struggle, the burn, the way her pussy clung to every inch; it didn’t scare her. It turned her on like fire in her blood.

She was going to lose it—right here, right now. And Dudley felt it. Something inside her gave way around his cock, something tight, unseen, precious. He felt her body jolt, her thighs spasm. 

Luna gasped sharply, trembling as that faint sting sliced through her pleasure. But it was gone in a blink, replaced by the flood of everything new. Her insides shuddered, then welcomed him in, inch by inch.

She kept moving, tiny bounces, pushing herself down more, impaling her tight cunt deeper on his cock. Every motion smeared more wetness down his length, and then he saw it—crimson. Just a little. She’d done it. Luna Lovegood was no longer a virgin. Her body looked ruined and reborn at the same time, and she kept going, chasing that hunger neither of them had the words for.

Dudley didn’t interrupt. He just held her, his large hands kneading her silky thighs, letting her pace it out. 

But once she had more than half his length inside her, she suddenly stopped. Pulled off. Sat back between his legs again, her cunt red and twitching, her face flushed. And then, like nothing happened, she leaned down and took his cock back into her mouth.

“W-What are you doing?” Dudley asked, stunned.

“I was just curious… hmh… how it’d taste this… way.” Her voice was hoarse, her breath hot. Her pussy had just been fucked open for the first time, and now her lips were gliding along the same shaft, slowly lapping it, letting her tongue taste what remained of her virginity.

Ah, as expected from Luna. 

"And? What's the verdict?"

"Salty."

"As expected," Dudley replied. He’d given her room, but now… “Let’s try another position. Let’s try hands and knees.”

"Oh? Doggy? I read it's fun."

"..."

No hesitation, Luna spun around and got on all fours, arching her back like a good girl, her round ass in the air. 

Dudley moved in behind her, knees on the bed, eyes devouring every inch. Her ass looked like carved marble, pale and flawless, her pink, puckered hole twitched above her swollen, drenched pussy—now puffy, leaking with arousal and the faint red smear of her first time.

He started slow, running his hands over her perfect asscheeks, spreading her gently. Then he lined up, dragging his cockhead through her petals, letting her feel it again before pushing his purple, swollen head in. 

She jolted and tried to scoot forward, but he gripped her hips, and she shoved back into him like she was starving for more.

"Ooooh! Y-You're… big, Dudley…!"

He’d heard it before, but never like this. Her voice was cracked, lust-drunk, shattered. And her cunt was heaven. She was utterly gripping him, snug in all the right places, rippling around his shaft that could milk every inch.

He started thrusting with only half his cock, keeping it shallow, watching her match his pace. 

She moved too, pushing back, rolling her hips, fucking herself on him like she’d done it before. 

His hands wandered again, squeezing her ass, spreading her pale cheeks wide. His thumb ghosted over her tight little back hole, as pretty pink as her flushed, stretched pussy, teasing, but never pressing. No, she wasn’t ready. That place would destroy her.

He stayed like that for a few moments, relishing in her tight, wet embrace. 

Then, with a growl of deep hunger, Dudley released the slow pace and began to hammer into her, his cock plunging deeper than before, ramming into her wet, twitching walls with each brutal stroke. 

The second he almost bottomed out, Luna’s voice cracked through the air. “Aaaaah! D-Dudley! It’s—aaah!—too much—!”

Her arms gave out. She collapsed flat on the bed, her pale body pressed into the sheets, hair splayed like silk, legs flat underneath Dudley’s spread knees. 

But Dudley didn’t stop. He simply pressed in harder, mounting her in a flat, deep prone position. He began to thrust like he was fucking her into the mattress itself.

Her ass, soft and perfectly bouncy, rippled from the force of every slam, jiggling, meeting his hips with sweet, punishing slaps. Her love hole swallowed him over and over, greedily wrapping around his girth, tightening with each violent lurch forward.

He was buried to the hilt each time. Finally. His entire cock, crammed into her first-time pussy, and he could feel her walls stretching to accommodate every last throbbing vein. The friction was unholy. Her cunt fluttered around him like it couldn’t decide whether to push him out or suck him deeper.

Luna was a mess beneath him, her moans muffled in the sheets, her fingers clawing at the bedding until her knuckles turned white.

“M-Mind if I… get a little… rough?” Dudley’s voice was a growl in her ear.

"Ummmh… No—oh! I want to… try that… Aaaah!"

He smiled, grabbing her silvery blonde hair, so long it draped down her waist like silk ropes, and wound it into his fist. He yanked her head back, exposing her throat, her cries suddenly unfiltered, raw, and animalistic.

“AaaAAHH! D-Dud—dly! Oh—!”

He slammed into her harder, his cock stretching the entrance of her pussy with every withdrawal, like it was suctioned tight. Her dainty body jerked beneath him, the noise of his thrusts wet, meaty, and relentless.

And then, it struck her like thunder in her veins. Her smooth thighs trembled, quivering uncontrollably as the first shock of pleasure rippled up her spine. Slick juices gushed around his shaft, coating him in a mess of creamy, warm wetness that oozed down to his balls. She exploded, her insides going haywire, painting his cock with her climax like her body couldn’t bear to keep it in.

Her entire body arched, toes curling, nails digging into the mattress as a raw, strangled scream tore from her throat. “Aaaah!! I-it's—nghhh—so much! Ohhh I–I’m cumming—! It's—so good—!”

Dudley leaned forward, dotting kisses up her bare spine, feeling her body still twitching beneath him. She was soaked, trembling, her pussy milking him with spasms of orgasmic bliss. The grip was just too good, he could feel his own spill getting closer and closer.

"W-Wi-ll I… get… pre-ehgn—?" She suddenly whimpered between breaths, voice slurred in exhausted pleasure.

"No… I have the potion."

Releasing her hair, he let her face fall forward again, and pushed his cock deeper once again, wet, wild, and relentless. The bed groaned under them, matching the sloppy rhythm of his final plunges. 

Her pussy was flushed, swollen, red with the evidence of her first time, yet still clinging tight to his unforgiving cock. She could sense him all the way in her stomach, and it felt so full.

Dudley sat back slightly, gripping her hips with both hands, spreading them. Her ass filled his palms perfectly, he squeezed, thrust, and watched as her puffy pussy lips swallowed his cock like wet satin wrapping around a hammer.

Her body molded to his ravaging cock now, every plunge tugging on her entrance, her pussy suctioning him in with wet, obscene sounds. Like his personal cocksleeve, hot, tight, pulsing—welcoming every brutal slam like she was made for it.

"Aaaargh! Luna… God! Fuck!" 

Luna gasped and raised her hips instinctively, and her body shook again. Another orgasm. Her second. She was delirious, mouth open, eyes rolling, babbling something incoherent into the mattress.

“Mmmmmm! So-ooooh goooor…”

That was the final push. Dudley slammed in one last time, balls slapping, and buried himself fully with a growl. His cock throbbed and exploded deep inside her, erupting like a volcano. Ropes of thick, molten-hot cream blasted into her virgin core, flooding her with heat.

Luna moaned in a broken voice as she felt it. “Uuuuh… aaah… Oooooh… It’s… inside me—hhaaah. So warm—Dudley…”

His batter squeezed out from her, leaking around his still-hard shaft, oozing from her stretched hole in pale globs. 

She twitched again, shivering from the aftershocks, completely stuffed and fucked.

"Umm… S-So… Ooooh… That's how it feels…" Luna mumbled, breathless, her words trailing off into silence as she panted into the sheets.

Dudley didn’t pull out. He stayed inside her, letting her tight pussy hug his softening cock like it wasn’t ready to let go. He knew it would take her muscles a while before pushing him out. Then he lowered himself flat over her, chest to her back, arms caging her in. He kissed her temple, then pulled her flushed cheek sideways toward him and pressed a deep, gentle kiss on her lips.

"Luna… You were… amazing." He complimented her. She deserved it. 

She kissed him back, her face so red, flushed. "You as well… I… am so tired."

"Me too."

After many minutes of makeout, Dudley finally pulled out of the hot mess that was her pussy. It throbbed as his cock didn't keep her spread and stretched, a gap visible. 

He saw it and just thought about the next three days of their vacation. But he told himself to not be greedy and just rested beside her, hugging her warm, huggable body before falling asleep. 

####

The next three days were nothing short of a dream. 

Luna was a delectable delight as a company. Her cute, adorable little touches, her little curious questions. Of course, her desire to do everything that she had read in her research books too. Well, he'd given one of them to her, but then she bought many more. 

They didn't spend all their days in bed. They went out skiing, they flew on the brooms around the many mountains. They even went hiking and stayed in a tent, the nights there were fun. 

Of course, Luna often asked about various positions. So, he did it all—He ate her out until she orgasmed, they did it in the bathtub, and he did her while lifting her in his arms, one of Luna's favorite positions as she could hug his neck and maul his lips that way. She sucked him dry countless times, each time tasting it and eventually coming to the conclusion that their diet affected the taste. 

He cherished her company. He loved the fact that no matter what they did naked, it didn't change their friendship. Though on the last night, she asked for anal, and he had agreed. But she gave up halfway, as his warnings came true. It was an impossible fit. After that, they did the usual course, the entire night until they could no longer. 

On the last day, they drove all the way back to the airport, stopping midway to take pictures and eat at various places. And of course, Luna's last request, to do it in a car. But later she asked to do it on a plane too, so yeah. She was like a connoisseur of sex, savoring each different position and location. 

And eventually, after dropping Luna off at the Leaky Cauldron, Dudley went straight to his office. His mood was so fresh that he wanted to just work for the next seven days nonstop. 

But not everyone shared his mood. Especially not in the Ministry. 

"Fools! The lot of them—utter, blinkered fools! Calling for my resignation? Preposterous! Shut down the Prophet—treasonous filth!" Cornelius Fudge smashed whatever was on his table by throwing it at a wall, screaming and raging in his chair. "I won’t be cast out like a common clerk! They want the chair? Ha! Let them bloody well try!"

That was pretty much a daily occurrence at that point. Each day, the Daily Prophet released a new article criticizing the Minister's silence. Of course, the Daily Prophet also saw their subscriptions soar thanks to that and they kept going. 

Rita Skeeter's quill was truly as good as her mouth. 

####

It was just another day at his London office. Dudley planned to live there for a few days as he had promised to see Hermione at her house the next day. But he didn't laze around, sitting in his lavish office, he read the various reports on companies. 

"The Dot Com Bubble bursting earned me a shit ton of money. I can go shopping and still have leftovers." He turned pages, reading about companies that were on the verge of going broke. He wanted to exponentially increase the size of D&D Holdings. His focus was on every industry out there, anything that dealt with manufacturing. As for internet companies, he only trusted his past life knowledge in that regard. 

With his holdings significantly increased in Amazon and other internet companies thanks to the fall in stock price, he felt extremely comfortable with his future prospects. Perhaps, being the world's first trillionaire wasn't an impossible dream now. 

Fuck! I'm procrastinating again. 

Shaking his head, he looked back at the papers. He wanted to grow in high-tech manufacturing right now to support his personal Silicon Valley. 

I'll need to poach some lads from the competition then. 

Knock! Knock!

The door opened, and his beautiful secretary, Martha, peeked inside. She was a squib and a married woman at that. He never eyed her strangely as he respected her a lot. She'd suffered a lot in her life, raising her child alone after her husband was murdered in Voldemort's last bout of madness. 

"Sir, someone's here to see you. She says her name is Narcissa Malfoy."

So it begins? Probably found out where all the Malfoy wealth went.

Dudley frowned on the surface and shook his head. "Tell her that I'm not in the office."

Martha awkwardly smiled. "But Sir, I already told her that you're busy in a meeting."

A that, Dudley shrugged, and looked back at the papers. "She's a nobody—Just tell her that I left."

"Understoo—"

"Wait!" He stopped her, trying his best not to smile wickedly. "On second thought, wait six hours before telling her that I'm gone."

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A/N: More from the British royals in the story or not?

[Note: There won't be smut, though. That will probably offend someone strongly. Also, they're real people so it goes against the rules.]

Choice 1: Yes

Choice 2: No