Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 22 - Malfoy’s Greed, Politics & Proposals

You're a long way from home, Lucius. I guess Draco passed on the gossip in time.

"What brings you here, Mr. Malfoy?" Dudley asked, welcoming the man into his office.

"Nothing remarkable. Merely an investor in D&D Bank, intrigued by its affairs. I hear your American expansion has met resistance. I may smooth the way—my contacts are extensive."

Investor? Since when? 

Dudley eyed the man in silence for a while. He used to believe that Lucius was an intelligent, smart man. But now, he wondered if Lucius really underestimated him because of his age. 

Does he really think he invested in the bank? All he did was put money in the bank to earn interest, that's it. He owns nothing—Ah! He's probably confused by the contract lingo I made.

“I’ve had a word with the President of MACUSA,” Dudley said coolly, gesturing to the chair across from him. “Have a seat. I could use the insight of someone more experienced."

It was hard to digest. He despised Lucius Malfoy to the core. He wanted to torture the man and kill him slowly like one of those cartel videos. He wanted Lucius to watch him destroy Malfoy House, a piece at a time. He wanted to see fear on that smug, proud face. 

Soon… Very soon. 

"Of course." Lucius waved his arm, gathering his droopy cape before sitting down, setting aside his cane. "Before I offer my advisory, we should perhaps re-discuss the partnership."

There is no partnership, you cross-dressing shit. 

Dudley raised a brow, acting surprised and conflicted. "What do you have in mind?"

"I would like to invest more and hold a greater share of the bank. I see a great future with you leading it, and I'm willing to use my contacts to further our combined interest. Beyond fifty-fifty partnership, I'd like to increase it."

What? What fifty-fifty, ah! He's talking about the return on personal investments. Dudley sighed, finally understanding why Lucius believed he owned half of the bank. The contract he'd made before talked about investing the gathered money from nobles and the profit generated would be divided between the bank and the account holder. Sure, he did play word games, and there was a tiny, fine print at the bottom of the page that most ignored. 

Dudley was no saint. He was in it to make money. More the better. And he had no love for the pureblood wizards. 

"I… How much do you wish to invest, Mr. Malfoy? I won't deny, I do need funds," Dudley responded, struggling with each word. It was all a lie, he didn't need money. He had more than a dozen Malfoys combined. 

Lucius smiled diplomatically, and waved his right hand. "All of it—I wish to acquire seventy percent of the bank."

"That's a lot of gold." Dudley reminded him.

"Naturally, I’m prepared to transfer all assets to the bank. The Malfoy estate, accounts, and businesses will ensure D&D commands greater influence. Gringotts is a behemoth—we must expand swiftly, lest they find time to strike back," Lucius advised while laying down his offer. 

On the last part, Lucius was correct. Gingotts had remained silent until now because of their extreme pride. Once Gringotts started seeing D&D Bank as a threat, retaliations would ensue. 

Still, Dudley had to act like he was flustered by that offer. Conflicted even. By giving 70% of the bank to Lucius, he was effectively giving it away to the Malfoy family. Of course, that was Lucius' misunderstanding. The man was no more than a simple account holder in D&D Bank. Now, all he needed to do was keep misleading him. 

"If… If I agree, I want a clause added to the contract. Should the Malfoy family ever decide to sell their stake or change hands in D&D, I get first rights to buy." Dudley suggested; a simple tactic to make it more believable. "And I would like to keep on running the bank. D&D isn't just a wizarding institution. There's a Muggle branch under the same name, one that will bridge the gap between the Muggle and magical economies, creating vast wealth for us both."

This sly bastard. Smiling just at the mention of wealth? 

Lucius inclined his head slightly, his tone crisp. "I see no need to replace competent hands, Mr. Dursley. Your achievements speak for themselves, your father would have been proud.”

This bastard! Dudley controlled himself from punching his annoying face.  

“Very well, your terms are accepted. Let us proceed."

Quickly, Dudley rang the bell and called for Penelope. Then, the contracts were edited, and Dudley ensured he kept Lucius busy talking, never giving him the chance to read the hidden fine print, the same color as the page. But it was there. He knowingly talked about the threat of Gringotts and how they might retaliate. He talked about pureblood status and whatnot to keep Lucius riled up. 

Soon, right before his eyes, Lucius signed the papers, fifteen in whole. He deliberately made them too many to read, taking inspiration from those future internet applications agreements that nobody read and just clicked accept.

Hah! I pity you, Lucius. I pity what I'm about to do to you.

"Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy." Dudley extended his hand. 

But Lucius haughtily ignored it, barely hiding the disgust on his face, and stood up, grabbing his cane before turning around to leave. "I have a meeting with several American families. I will address this matter with them. Expanding into America should no longer pose a problem."

What a disgusting man. Dudley pulled back his hand. 

Every time he tried to shake hands with Lucius was a chance given. For Lucius to prove that he wasn't as rotten. Sadly, the man had proved his pureblood tendencies lavishly. 

"I shall wait for good news, Mr. Malfoy."

The proud Malfoy patriarch nodded and left haughtily, robes fluttering like a woman's frock, hair straighter than a fashion model’s. 

"Hah…" Dudley leaned back in his seat. "This isn't enough… I need to have magical America under my thumb as well."

I have to make them dependent on me. 

Feeling the urgency, he decided to prepone his plans for the UK. Quickly, he dialed for Edwin, who was outside in a different lavish cabin. 

"Edwin, arrange a meeting with the Prime Minister for when I get back. I'll have only one day before I’m due at Hogwarts. Be straightforward. Mention a potential multi-billion-pound investment, but leave it at that. No need to over-explain."

How many men in the 1990s could pour billions into private sector investments? Not many. Swaying the magical world with just money was hard. But the Muggle side was entirely a game of money and connections. 

"Ah, and tell him to meet somewhere else—his office is under wizard surveillance."

After a moment, Edwin gave a few options. "If it's secrecy you want, we can go ahead with the London mansion you bought. Or the golf course."

"No, not the mansion. It could stir up too much trouble. The golf course will do, and I’ll have the entire clubhouse and course reserved for the day. My security will handle the rest." Dudley ordered and hung up, crossing his arms behind his back. 

Quietly, he stared at the world map on the wall at the side. 

Soon, my actions will make all my future knowledge useless. It's time I build a castle around me, one that I only can control.

With some free time, he started scribbling on a sheet of paper. Artihmancy was his cheat code, and the best thing about it was that it could be used on seemingly anything. Predicting a slot machine in a casino? Doable. Predicting the weather? Doable. Predicting the economy? Extremely hard, but doable. 

I can't do all this alone. 

####

Dudley received a call from MACUSA the next day, and instead of using the Portkey, he used the normal, Muggle method. He took his personal jet to New York. He used that time to read the materials that Penelope and Percy had gathered for him. It detailed the current wizard situation in America. 

"It's almost like back home," Percy explained. "Most of the assets are owned and controlled by a few old families. While pureblood madness isn't that persistent, a class divide based on wealth and history is present. Squibs, as always, are at the bottom. Then there are the first generation No-Maj-Born wizards. Then there are Half-Bloods, and finally, the old wizard families who have consistently produced wizards for over two hundred years."

Dudley kept flipping the pages. "What's the employment situation for these lower class wizards?"

"Barely any. There aren't that many magical industries, and those that do exist belong to the old families. The No-Maj-Born and Half Bloods have to seek employment at MACUSA, or at these companies. MACUSA is the first choice as these companies don't really pay that much. If I have to draw a parallel, I'd say, Muggle America is in the 1990s, but Wizarding America is still stuck in the 1890s."

"Not much different from the UK," Dudley muttered softly. "It's good that the Wizards' Council is pretty much like US Senators or Reps. Representatives from magical communities all over North America are elected to MACUSA."

Confused, Penelope decided to ask the question. "What are you planning on doing?"

"Hah… What else, I'm gonna throw them some bait."

####

As he'd expected, President Aiyana Blackwood failed to convince the Wizards' Council to allow the bank to operate. She looked tense and annoyed that day. 

Uh, I hate politics. 

Dudley listened to her explain until the end before starting. "I anticipated as much, Madam President. In the end, personal interests always take precedence. That's precisely why I've devised an alternative strategy—one that ensures a win for all parties involved. Not just the Wizards' Council, but for you, the Muggle government, and, of course, myself."

"Which is?" The stern woman looked back at his face, as if trying to discern the truth. 

Dudley didn't feel any mental probe. It would have been utterly unprofessional and irresponsible of her if she had done that. 

"What's the most important thing in life, whether you're a Muggle or a wizard? Magic? Prestige? Food? A grand house? No, it's money. I’ve gone over some figures, and the current Muggle-born unemployment in America is a staggering sixty-three percent. That’s just Muggle-born. Half-Bloods, on the other hand, sit at forty percent. Better, of course, because the old families prefer them for their businesses."

President Aiyana narrowed her gaze. "Get to the point, Mr. Dursley."

"I'll create jobs for everyone! American No-Maj-Born, Half-Bloods, No-Majs. I'm prepared to sign an investment MoU with both MACUSA and the Muggle government, of course. But that’s contingent on my ability to establish a bank here. The Muggle branch is already up and running in this city. It’s the magical side that’s giving me trouble. Even the French and Australians have come on board, but without America's cooperation, the plan remains incomplete."

He originally didn't want to get into manufacturing industries. But after seeing Vanguard Group, he was tempted. Magic was one convenient tool that, if used wisely, could make almost anything easy. 

She's tempted.

Noticing the President's curious expressions and calculative gaze, he hoped for good news. 

"How much are you willing to invest?" 

"Don't ask me that, Madam President. Ask me how many wizards I can employ. And the answer is, the more, the better. You need to grasp the bigger picture. By founding D&D Bank, I'm uniting Muggle and wizard banking, opening up new opportunities for wizards to thrive. Similarly, by integrating Muggle manufacturing with magical skills, I can provide jobs to nearly every unemployed wizard in America—provided, of course, the Muggle government grants me land and the necessary tax breaks."

President Aiyana shook her head. "IWC will never allow you to do that."

"Why not? I'm not violating any laws. Half the workforce will be Muggles, the other half wizards. The facilities will differ, of course, as will their roles. But in the end, what matters is the money—everyone gets their share, doesn't it? And I'll have Professor Dumbledore onboard too. He's involved with D&D Bank, after all. Not to mention, Mr. Nicolas Flamel's also on board."

"What? Why wasn't this mentioned sooner? That could have changed everything with the Wizards' Council!" President Aiyana raised her voice suddenly, a first in front of Dudley. "Uh… You're young, I suppose you don't know. Dumbledore is well respected in America. And Nicolas Flamel is a legend. If they’re backing the bank—I’ll give you my final answer by tomorrow."

Wait? Really? What the… Why didn't I do that earlier? 

Dudley internally frowned, cursing his lapse. He never really thought about using Dumbledore's name in America because the country was simply too far away and big. Knowing how Dumbledore struggled against Voldemort and how nobody came to help, he reckoned the US simply didn't give a damn. 

"I'll wait for your response." He stood up to leave. 

"Wait! Is that investment proposal real?"

That ship has sailed.

"Of course—I do wish to buy a few American companies and start manufacturing."

"Very well, that makes things easier. I'll see you tomorrow." 

Even before Dudley, the MACUSA President left, but not by walking. She simply vanished from her chair in a sudden black mist. 

Man… I should learn apparition too. 

####

All that happened 2 days ago. 

Once interests were tied together, it was easy to convince politicians. With something to gain for everyone, Dudley received his final approval to set up a wizard bank. Behind the scenes, Lucius believed it was because of his connections. 

Similarly, President Aiyana connected him with the Governor of Texas as Dudley needed large parcels of land where he could employ Muggles and wizards both, but still separated. 

However, the negotiations and money matters were left to Edwin. Dudley returned to London the very next day and headed to the reserved golf course to meet the PM. This was his first time meeting the man, as Edwin dealt with the British side of politics before. 

But for what Dudley had in mind, he needed the PM onboard before going any further. If the PM refused, it was better to wait and nurture someone else to rise to the top. The UK was a small country, once rich, now in a slow decline, and Dudley wanted to turn it into his fortress where nothing could happen without his knowledge. Of course, in return he planned to nurture the country's economy and create a relationship where, without Dudley, the economy would collapse.

Straight from the airport, guarded by the Vanguard Group members, he rode to the golf course. The Prime Minister's security was already present there, and from the looks of it, the man was also there. 

"Make sure nobody can hear us," Dudley ordered as he got out of the car and walked straight into the clubhouse. Sure, he got searched by the PM's security first. He didn't like it, but he ignored it for now. 

The entire golf course was deserted. Even the staff wasn't there, and in the distance, the Prime Minister was playing alone with a golf cart behind him. Dudley also rode to the man after drinking some potions to make his voice deeper. He also sprayed on a potion that helped the other person relax and lower their guard. 

"Morning, Prime Minister." Dudley grabbed a golf club too, although he'd never played it in either of his lives before. 

The Prime Minister, brown haired, looked back in surprise. "Morning… I… didn't expect you to look so young."

Dudley chuckled and used his altered deep voice. "I hope a man's worth is gauged through actions not age."

Prime Minister, Tony Blair, chuckled and nodded. "My hairline may be thinning, Mr. Dursley, but that's a sign of my improving wisdom, hah! So, what can I do for you?"

"We, Prime Minister. What can we do for each other." Dudley grabbed a few golf balls and started practicing like a rookie. "Word must have reached you. The MoUs I signed in the U.S."

Woosh!

The Prime Minister took a shot as he spoke. "I did. It’s all good for international relations, but it’s a blow for us. You must have seen the headlines today. Capital’s fleeing London, and they’re pointing fingers at me, even though this is my first time meeting you."

"That's precisely why I asked to meet with you. The MoU was nothing more than a gesture to calm things over there. This place remains my home, regardless. Yes, you inherited a robust economy, and it's seen steady growth, but I've done my own bit of work to assess where we're heading."

"And what's the evaluation?" The Prime Minister asked. 

Dudley stopped playing and took a serious tone. "Should I sugarcoat it or say it bluntly?"

At that, the man also stopped playing and looked at Dudley. "In the matters of economics, sugarcoating never helps. Go ahead, Mr. Dursley, break my heart."

"It's rather grim. The sun may be shining now, but when the new millennium arrives, we're in for a rough ride. The signs are already apparent, and they're only going to worsen. Personal debt is climbing, mostly tied to the housing market. Our manufacturing sector is on its last legs, and China’s gearing up to dominate the global market. Our trade deficit will keep expanding. Productivity is sluggish, and the rounds of privatization we’ve seen have only benefitted a select few.

"The competition on the world stage is intensifying, Mr. Prime Minister. Soon our national debt will eclipse a hundred percent. The economy will stall, real wages will shrink, and living standards will continue to decline. We've become a service-based economy, and global shifts—and crises—don’t favour such economies."

"We did well despite the Asian crisis," said the Prime Minister.

"That's because our presence in Asia has been minimal. Our financial sector is solid, but as globalization advances, we'll inevitably lose these advantages," Dudley replied and started playing again. 

"That's precisely why I wanted to speak with you. I'm aiming to bring large-scale manufacturing back—focusing on industries of the future: cars, batteries, semiconductors, and tech that demands heavy research and development."

With Wizards, Dudley truly believed that he could push the core industries by a few years. Displays, batteries, semiconductors, computers. Magic could be used to avoid losses during experimentation. If a new developmental battery suddenly exploded, a wizard unit just had to swing a wand and rewind the damage to test that same battery again with different settings. The same could be applied to everything. 

Fuck future Samsung and Apple. Dudley thought. He didn't want a piece, he wanted the whole damn pie. 

The Prime Minister stared at Dudley's face to see if he was serious. "What's the scale we're talking about?"

"I want the entire port-town Plymouth. I'll turn it into an industrial city for future tech manufacturing." Dudley plainly stated. "In time, it will eclipse London in economic influence. The window is closing, Prime Minister. Miss it, and we lose the industry. Tech is no different from aircraft development—you build it from the ground up, improving with each generation. You don’t simply wake up and decide you’re going to craft the world's finest fighter jet overnight."

With a conflicted expression, the man shook his head. "Exciting, but I can't help you. You should speak with the local bodies of Devon. If it's land you want—"

"It's not the land, Prime Minister. It's the government's outlook that's the issue. I doubt you can even begin to grasp what I'm suggesting. Once I establish these industries, each will be worth hundreds of billions—possibly even trillions. Ridiculous, isn't it? But not to me."

"Tax break? Is that what you want?" 

"I'd welcome them, of course. But what I truly want is a government-backed policy shift to promote the tech industry. Schools, colleges—every institution should be pushing computer science, coding, anything tech-related. I can fund research, yes, but I can't change the focus of universities alone. That’s where the government comes in."

"We're already doing that."

"Not enough. You’re aware I own most of Google, aren't you?" Dudley prepared his final weapon. "If you can ensure a policy shift, I might just advise my future investments to register in the UK. Many already do, we’re practically an unofficial tax haven, but there’s still plenty of room for expansion."

"Hmm…" The Prime Minister silently pondered for a while. "I see where you're coming from. You're proposing a sort of Silicon Valley here. It's a great idea, but I’m just the Prime Minister, not the whole government. And if politics is known for anything, it's the lack of flexibility. There’s a saying: 'If it isn’t broken, don't fix it.' The economy's doing alright, which makes it hard to argue for something as big as this."

"Don't worry about the others. I'll manage them. What I need to know is if you're onboard," Dudley asked directly. "I'm certain you'll secure another term. When you retire, there's always a lucrative advisory role waiting for you at one of my companies."

The Prime Minister scowled. "Are you bribing me?"

"I call it career counseling." Dudley shrugged.

For a moment, silence fell. 

But then the man laughed. "Haha! Career counseling, eh? That does sound more appealing. Alright, I'll give it a go, if you're so sure. After all, you're practically the poster child for capitalist success in the country. Let's see how far you can push it."

"Great." Dudley threw away the gold club and shook the Prime Minister's hand. But then Dudley also took off the glove and started walking away to the golf cart with the man. 

"Not interested in playing anymore, Mr. Dursley?" The Prime Minister asked. 

Dudley shrugged. “I’ve never played before. Today’s the first time I’ve even held a club.”

"Haha!" The Prime Minister laughed heartily. "Me too! That's why I arrived early, just to have a bit of practice. Should've said something earlier, we could’ve had a proper cup of tea instead."

Dudley chuckled and drove away with the man. He had a feeling their partnership was going to last many years.

####

Easter Holiday was over. Dudley reached King's Cross on time and boarded Hogwarts Express right away. The train was mostly empty since barely any students went home thanks to the Triwizard tournament. The final task was just a few days away, and this time, he had finished all the preparations. 

Once the train started moving, Dudley walked out of his empty cabin and started moving across the carriages to find any other student. The journey was many hours long, and alone, it was boring. 

"Oh?"

Whistling to himself, just as he was passing by a carriage near the end of the train, he saw a silent figure sitting alone inside a cabin. The rest of the carriage was empty, it was just her, sitting legs crossed, already in her Hogwarts uniform but without the black cloak, blonde hair neatly combed and tied in a ponytail behind, a few locks falling down as she read a book.

"What are you reading?" He startled her with the sudden question, opening the sliding door of the cabin.

She looked up at him, her big, blue eyes icy, but her brows were relaxed, as if pleased to see him. She just raised the book and showed him the cover without saying anything. 

"Hmm, Potions Against Curses, that's a new one." Dudley walked in and sat opposite to her, looking at her face above the book's edge. “Didn’t know Ms. Greengrass fancied coming home for the holidays. Such a filial daughter."

Daphne chuckled and turned a page, not even looking at him. "There are many things you don't know, Mr. Rich." 

What a mysterious girl. Why'd she even ask me to be her Yule Ball partner? Well, she did help me meet Mr. Greengrass. 

Just then, he had an idea. 

Let's try that. 

A bit unethical, but with the intent to just read her surface thoughts, he used Legilimency. But it wasn’t easy as she never looked up at him. 

"You looked stunning at the Yule Ball, you know." He complimented, and as expected, she glanced up at him for a quick moment. And that was enough for him to hear her thoughts. 

Don't look at him. Don't look at him… uh, I'm looking. Why did I have to see that… Uh… I can't get that image out of my head. Let's just read.

Dudley read all those thoughts, but he also saw the image that she was talking about. It shocked him a little. It was him shagging Hannah in the woods from a few months ago during the Hogsmeade visit. And… Daphne had watched him and Hannah all the way till the end. 

So, she has a crush on me or what? Hard to believe it. Dudley pondered. While he considered himself pretty handsome and tall, he didn't know if Daphne, a Slytherin, would have an interest in him. 

Let's give it a shot. 

It didn't feel right to use Legilimency, so he decided to play with her a little. 

"Where did you go that night after the dance? I looked for you," he asked. Daphne had left the dance hall as soon as they had stopped dancing. 

Suddenly, Daphne's pretty, pale cheeks blushed, and her delicate thin brows creased. She uncrossed her legs and squeezed them together. She quickly hid her face fully behind the book. 

"I went to sleep." 

Hard to believe with all that. 

"Come on, it's boring with nobody to talk to." Dudley abruptly shifted and stepped right in front of Daphne. At his full height, he leaned forward, putting one arm on the cabin's wall, his face staring downwards. Daphne also looked up at him, her eyes shaky. 

Then, he grabbed her book and took it away. Still, Daphne stayed seated, as if stunned, eyes locked. Seemingly not realising her book was taken away. 

Yeah, she's into me. 

Now, there was a dilemma. Did he consider Daphne a kind person? Not at all. Was her family among the good ones? Not at all. Should he date her? Not at all.

But this… he was interested in. Daphne was cold, hard to approach, but she was among the most beautiful girls in the school. Her waist slender, her hips flared out in the skirt, her pantyhose clad legs fleshy and soft to look, her chest full and her face—angelic. 

"What do you want to talk about?" Daphne finally voiced. It was visible. She was controlling her tone to not have a shaky voice. 

Let's try a little bit of healthy flirting. 

"How about…" Dudley suddenly leaned further down, almost 90 degrees. That way, with his one arm still planted on the wall beside her head, his face came closer. Then, with his other hand, he softly pinched her warm chin, "Let's talk about how beautiful you are—What's the secret?"

Daphne visibly gulped. But she didn't swat his hand away. Instead, her eyes constantly looked into the gap of his normal shirt, the top two buttons open, revealing some of his chest. Then her eyes looked down at his pants, a pair of jeans. 

No words? Then…

Dudley leaned in close, the scent of her skin drawing him in; clean, soft, and something vaguely floral. His lips hovered beside her ear, his breath warm and thick with intention. Then, he dipped his head, just close enough to sniff her. Slowly, he inhaled the subtle musk of her neck. 

"You smell like trouble," he whispered, the words dripping off his tongue like dark honey, meant only to make her squirm.

But just as his lips nearly brushed her ear, Daphne moved, smooth and sudden. Her delicate fingers traced the edge of his jaw, guiding him just that inch closer before she moved forward, lips crashing into his. Her kiss was breathless, like she’d been waiting far too long to let go. 

Dudley froze. His eyes wide; caught off guard. He hadn’t planned to kiss her. He’d only wanted to tease, rile her up a little, pass time on the train.

Did she think I was going in for a kiss?

Her answer came in the way her body shuddered. It wasn’t a tremble from nerves, it was something else. Daphne Greengrass, the ice-cold Slytherin who rarely showed emotion, was burning inside. Not innocent, not pure, but sexually starved, desperate for release. There was tension in her, deep beneath all that polished calm. And in this moment, he was the match that struck the flame.

This is… unexpected. 

Thinking fast, Dudley flicked his wand from his sleeve and swished it toward the cabin door and the interior window, the ones that faced the hallway. The blinds dropped with a crisp snap, cloaking the inside from wandering eyes. A locking charm clicked into place. They were sealed in, alone in their little moving box of lust.

“Ummmh…” Daphne kept going, her lips working his like she needed this to breathe. 

Her eyes stayed closed, her face angling and pivoting like she was afraid to stop. Her lips pressed hot and slick against his, but she didn’t go any further, no tongue, no deeper play. Just feverish lip-on-lip, every brush of her mouth begging for more, but still too shy to demand it.

Her arms came up, sliding around his neck, fingers trembling as they twined into his hair.

But then, she opened her eyes. Realizing it was only her who had truly leaned in, her rhythm faltered. She broke the kiss, breathless and flushed, eyes wide like she’d snapped out of a trance. Her pale face blushed red, lips parted, chest rising fast beneath her blouse.

"I-I'm sorry… I didn't meant to do—"

“No—” Dudley caught her wrist and held tightly. He stepped back just a little, tugging her toward him, keeping her close. Then he sat down on the cushioned seat behind him, guiding her into his lap like she belonged there. “I liked it.”

At his words, something broke open inside her.

Daphne straddled him in a heartbeat, knees slipping to either side of his thighs, her skirt sliding higher with the motion. Her lips found his again, but this time, she was unrestrained. She’d wanted to try this with him for a while now. That evening, at Yule Ball, she’d hoped that he’d follow her after the dance and something would happen. But he never followed.

Her tongue probed, licked, twined around his with shameless hunger. Her hands gripped his hair, fingers curling tight as she rocked her hips gently in his lap in slow circles. She moaned into his mouth, every sound like velvet-coated sin, and for once, the icy Daphne melted. 

While their tongues danced, Dudley's hands slipped behind her, finding their way to her ass. He cupped her greedily, kneading it like warm dough, each squeeze drawing out another hungry kiss from her lips. The pantyhose only added to the feel, a silken resistance over that tender, perfect flesh.

Daphne's body was a masterpiece carved for sin. Her ass, her hips, her thighs; every inch of her was soft and temptingly responsive under his touch. He explored her curves eagerly, caressing the back of her thighs, over her stockings. She shivered, grinding into him harder.

He kissed her harder, lapping up her thirst. Her mouth tasted faintly of peppermint gloss and something sweeter beneath it, herself. He groaned into her lips, loving the delicious flavor.

“Hmm… I… need you…” she whispered in a broken moan, her forehead resting against his, her hips twitching.

What? Is she… 

"I need you in… me-eh…"

Really? Just from seeing me do Hannah? 

But Dudley wasn’t the type to deny a goddess like her. Not when she offered herself up with that flushed face and trembling lips. 

He tore an opening into her pantyhose right where her thighs met, the rip sharp and crude. His fingers dove in, pressing against the soaked heat of her pussy through the flimsy fabric of her silk panties. She was dripping. The scent, sharp, feminine, intoxicating. It rushed straight to his cock.

"Are you sure, Daphne?" He asked her, breaking the kiss. 

Her eyes were already glazed, lips parted, cheeks painted red. Her hands stayed tangled in his hair, tugging and trembling.

“Yes!” she gasped, desperate.

He didn’t need to hear it twice. 

“Stand against the window, Daphne.”

Quickly, Dudley pressed her front to the broad glass pane. Outside, the countryside flew past in a golden blur. Inside, the sun poured in, lighting her up like a decadent offering. 

Dudley stepped in behind her, unzipped, shoved down his pants, and freed his cock. It sprang out, thick and veiny, flushed dark with arousal. It twitched hungrily, heavy, a length built to stretch and spoil. He guided it between her creamy, smooth thighs, letting it nestle in that perfect gap.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, the other brushing her ponytail over her shoulder. He bent down and kissed her nape, his warm cock sliding slowly between her delicate thighs.

“Ummh…” Daphne moaned out from the heat, her breath fogging the glass.

He started sliding his cock along the velvet inside of her thighs, teasing her pussy lips with every pass of his flushed crown. “Take it… Daph…”

As if waiting for just that command, she reached down, fingers trembling. She pushed her panties aside, gripped his throbbing shaft, and aligned it. With one slick move, she lowered herself back and let him in. Feeling his swollen cockhead pierced in, her body shivered completely. She bit her bottom lip hard, struggling to not scream in ecstasy as her wet pussy lips widened for him.

This was an absolute sin for her. A pureblood mating with a muggleborn. But in that moment, nothing mattered. She wanted him, no needed him inside her—achingly.

“Ahh—fuck,” Dudley gasped, wrapping his arms tight around her waist as he slid into her cave of wonders. Her pussy clutched him like it had been craving him for years; tight, hot, soaked in her lust. He rocked his hips, sinking deeper, each inch dove in with a sloppy, wet sound.

It was beautiful and exhilarating, making his knees buckle in pure bliss. Then, he gave his first quick thrust and landed balls deep inside the Ice Queen, the tight-lipped Daphne Greengrass of Slytherin. Honestly, this was his first Slytherin and it excited him.

Daphne’s hand clamped tightly over her lips as the first full thrust speared deep inside her, dragging a sharp, muffled cry from the back of her throat. Her eyes flew open, glassy and wide, and her entire body jolted from the delicious intrusion. Her toes curled against inside the footwear, unable to hold back the waves of pleasure. Her soft thighs tensed, trembling as she felt herself stretch around him; so full, so suddenly fucked.

“Ah… ummm…!” she whimpered through her hand. Her knees threatened to buckle, her breath catching with every slow drag of his cock inside her pussy. She tried to stay quiet, but her body was already betraying her, hips pressing back into him, hungry for every inch.

With her hands busy stifling her moans, Dudley’s hands slid up, unbuttoning her shirt quickly, pushing her bra up over her breasts. He gripped them greedily, kneading those perfect tits as he pounded into her. It had to be quick, but he wasn’t going to waste a second.

Then, he pressed her with his chest, right onto the wide window. Her tits squished against the cold glass and his spread fingers, nipples flattening and spreading with each bounce of her body. It was obscenely beautiful. He could imagine himself buried inside her for hours if this went on.

"Anything off the trolley…" 

"Fuck!" Dudley moved fast and pulled out of Daphne's unholy, hot sinful cunt. Knowing there wasn't enough time, he quickly grabbed Daphne's black, school cloak that was laying on the side. "Sit."

Daphne was also fast and quickly put on the cloak and covered her torso, knowing there wasn't enough time. 

Woosh!

"Anything off the trolley, dears?"

The door opened, and Dudley was sitting opposite of Daphne. He knew his hair was a mess, same for Daphne. He didn't know what the woman must be thinking. 

"I'll take the caramel pop and a few…" He quickly bought some chocolates and handed her the money. 

Woosh!

The door slid shut again and Dudley heaved a sigh of relief. He then looked at Daphne, her eyes constantly focused on him, her lips pursed together, and her legs… spread wide under the cloak. There was movement on her shoulder. 

She's touching herself? 

Understandable. Neither of them had come. 

Let's make it interesting.

Quickly, Dudley unwrapped a small, caramel chocolate candy, the size of a walnut. Then, he placed it in his mouth and moved towards her. 

"Not done yet, Daphne." 

He flipped the cloak off her chest. 

Her breasts were gorgeous, full, perky, and delicately shaped. Light pink buds stood proud on small, perfect areolas. Between her parted legs, her flushed pussy glistened. Rosy, plump, and aching for more.

"Here… stand for me."

She obeyed, letting him guide her up. He pushed her, this time pressing her back gently to the large window. With one hand, he hooked under her right leg and lifted it, balancing her, stretching her. The other hand freed his cock, still hard, still leaking with her juices. And then, he slammed back in.

“Uuuugh!” Daphne groaned in pleasure.

Her scorching heat swallowed him again. So wet, so tight, so perfect. The way her pussy clung to him with every pull felt like it was made to milk every drop from him, a sinful grip that throbbed with need. He couldn’t help wonder who her previous partner or partners were and if they even had a cock because fucking hell, she was tight.

Daphne’s mouth opened wide in ecstasy, but before she could moan, Dudley stuffed her lips with his own. His tongue, coated in molten chocolate, slid into her mouth. 

Their kiss melted into a filthy dance of taste and desire, a feverish mix of lust and sweetness that made her whimper into his mouth. 

She lost it. Both hands flew up, grabbing his head. She moaned into the kiss, hungrily sucking his mouth, licking the chocolate from his tongue. It was messy. Hot. Sticky. Her saliva mingled with his as they devoured each other.

He passed the candy between their mouths as they kissed like animals. Tongue-heavy, desperate, sucking, licking, slithering and twisting. Globs of melted chocolate sliding back and forth between them.

All the while, his hips never stopped. His cock pounded into her from below, balls slapping against her thigh. He raised her leg higher, driving deeper, thrusting harder. Each time he sank in, her walls clamped over him like velvet fire, sucking him in as if desperate to keep him buried forever. 

“Ugh…. ugh…. Ugh…” She trembled and moaned from her nose with each plunge. Her pale breasts jolted up each time he went in deep.

He broke the kiss and bent down to suck her nipple, licking over the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling, spreading some sweet chocolate tinged saliva. He loved the way her hardened button snapped back and jiggled with each flick of his tongue.

She arched into his mouth, groaning, her hand flying up to cover her lips. Then, her body snapped. She convulsed, her pussy gripping down on his cock with a sudden, overwhelming tightness. 

“Uhh—uhh!” she whimpered into her hand.

Her legs shook. Her core spasmed. Her orgasm ripped through her like a flood, and she couldn’t stop it. Slick juices spilled out, coating him, dripping down her thighs. Her walls milked him greedily, desperate for the same reaction from him.

Still fucking her though it, Dudley stared at her face. “So… uh… I’m close.”

Daphne’s eyes opened wide, glowing with lust. She reached around him, grabbing his waist, her raised leg locked around his hip too. She pulled him in even deeper, feeling even more ecstasy as he probed the depth that shouldn’t be touched.

"I know… you have the potion… do it."

He blinked. How did she—? 

But now wasn't the time to think, it didn’t matter. The pressure, the slickness, the way her pussy fluttered around him with every stroke; it was maddening, toe-curling pleasure that made his spine tingle.

“Ghk…” He grunted, his body slamming against hers. The window rattled behind her with the force. 

Her tits bounced, smushed onto his chest, her moans stifled only by his kiss as he pistoned into her furiously. He fucked her frantically, shaking her entire body as he thrusted up so high he tiptoed for a split second. Then, to stop her moans, he kisses her harder. 

“Mmmmh~” It came fast, intense, like a craving. He groaned into her mouth as he emptied himself inside her dripping pussy. Thick spurts of hot, heavy cream filled her cunt. So much of it leaked immediately, a sticky trail trickling down her thigh, splattering onto the cabin floor.

He didn’t stop thrusting. Slow, grinding strokes helped him ride the high, cock still twitching inside her soaked, stretched walls. He guessed this was their first and last, and he didn’t want to let the prettiest Slytherin go that easily.

Not ready to pull out, he gripped her thighs and lowered them both down onto the bench. Daphne straddled him now, limp with pleasure, but still clinging on to his cock, addicted to his flesh wand.

He stayed inside her, his cock nestled in that pulsing warmth, while she clenched softly around him. Every squeeze was divine.

"This…" Daphne’s breath still came unevenly, but the shimmer of lust had faded from her eyes. The icy glint had returned. "This never happened."

Smiling, Dudley lifted his hand and pinched two fingers in front of his lips, mimicking a zipper. "As you wish—I never had sex with Daphne Greengrass, no matter how great it was."

"Hmh…" She gave a low, almost amused sound through her nose.

But as she tried to shift, Dudley moved. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his lap. She let out a soft gasp as she landed on him again, his strong arms locking behind her, holding her there. Before she could react, he tilted her chin and kissed her lips.

His mouth was persuasive, tongue sliding in deep, tasting her thoroughly. He kissed her slowly, but intensely.

"There was some chocolate left." He said and finally released her. 

Hah! I like that blush on her face.

Daphne quickly grabbed her wand and ran out of the cabin, likely to the washroom to fix herself. 

Back in the cabin, Dudley cleaned up and sighed. 

So this happened today… What an exciting life.

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As soon as Dudley returned to Hogwarts, his life turned into a strange ritual of sorts. He didn't plan it but it just started to happen. 

First it was Fleur, seeking his help in training for the task. But the help she desired was less about magic and more about… bodily needs. And she was really into it, going as far as to declare she'd join his company after finishing Beauxbatons and become his secretary. 

Honestly, it sounded amazing on paper. But in real life, he didn't want it. With her, it'd be less work and more sex. It was shocking to him since it should be him obsessed with fucking her but somehow it was the other way around. To this day he had no damn clue what he did for her that earned him that fanatic obsession. Edwin was still trying to find out. 

Sure, he still trained her. But it was three hours of fucking followed by half an hour of training. It was a joke. 

But Dudley was no man to not cherish that sort of thing. He knew he shouldn't complain when other men starved and he was feasting. And feasting he was, with his most cherished girls, Hannah and Susan. 

As the guy who took their virginities, he took personal pleasure in pleasuring them both. With them it was never a chore but a need like food and water. He loved watching them moan his name, writhe under his plundering thrusts, and cum. Since he could have both of them together, it was never not fun. 

The two would often entertain with mid-sex banter, comparing each other's capacity to get fucked. Once, they challenged each other on how long they could keep their pussies clenched around his cock. Shockingly, Hannah won—well she did have a much finer ass. 

Like that, days passed. He wanted to resume the private Occlumency and Legilimency sessions with Hermione, but she was busy training Harry. So, he focused on his own training and studying.

The closer the day of the final task got, the more serious he became. He stopped seeing Fleur and promised her a job at his company if she truly focused on the task. But he couldn't keep his Hufflepuff gremlins away, so he only stopped them from sexual meetings when the final task was just three days away. 

Two days before the task, for a different matter, he went to see Professor Septima Vector. It was important for his entire company, magical or not.

"You were such a great help, dear." Professor Vector was still relishing the success of her research. It had been approved by the relevant departments already. She'd gained worldwide fame in the field of Arithmancy.

Of course, Dudley had already surpassed her initial research by many times. But that was only meant for his personal use. 

"Thank you, Professor," he replied, noticing how the mature woman gazed at his pants from time to time. He knew what she wanted, and he almost understood her. It'd been months since he last received her compensation. And he honestly didn't mind. She was like a change of taste in Hogwarts. 

But not that day. 

"Professor, I’d like to extend an invitation for you to join my secret research project. I plan to use Arithmancy to predict the stock market, assess my investments, and even calculate the potential success of my future expansions and policies." He explained his wishes and hopes with Arithmancy. 

"We’ll also explore Arithmancy’s limitations and how we might push it further. While the main purpose is to benefit my ventures, I can’t do it alone. I want to create a team but I don't know anyone other than you."

Professor Vector hummed, "So you want my help."

"No, Professor. I want you to lead my Arithmancy team. This work will be highly sensitive, and I need researchers who are willing to take an oath of secrecy and pledge loyalty. You’re the only one I trust with that." Dudley spoke firmly, though he didn't fully trust her, but at least he could say it. "You'll receive five million pounds annually. For every accurate prediction, you’ll be rewarded—cash bonuses, property, a car, vacation, anything you desire. Perhaps an ancient book? A magical artifact?"

It was an extremely tempting offer. At Hogwarts, Professor Septima Vector made just a few thousand Galleons a month. But the amount Dudley was offering was almost equivalent to half a million Galleons. Nobody other than those rich nobles with old businesses made that much. 

Not being that well versed in the Muggle world, Professor Vector looked at Dudley in awe and surprise. She was aware that he was a very successful boy, but this was beyond her expectations. And he was naturally blessed in Arithmancy too. 

"I-I… that's a very tempting offer, Mr. Dursley," she replied formally. "May I have a few days to think this through?"

She'll come running to me after tomorrow's task ends. There's nothing left to gain from Hogwarts. 

"No trouble, Professor. There’s still plenty of time before the term’s up," he replied and looked at the window. It was dark outside, and he still had one thing left to do. "I’ll head to the Great Hall for dinner now."

Done talking, he left the Professor to think about his offer. 

Quickly, he made his way up to the second floor and entered Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. It was as dilapidated as ever, and once he confirmed that the ghost wasn't there, he took out a small piece of paper. 

With the third task just a day away, he had some clues for Lily. He imagined she must be hyperventilating somewhere, worried about Harry's safety. After a lot of thinking, he'd decided to secretly help her as much as he could without directly getting involved and matching it with his own plans. Lily had done nothing evil and she didn't deserve the cold treatment. 

I hope she'll follow the instructions to the dot. 

"Dudley?"

With a jolt, Dudley turned around from the toilet stall where he usually hid the clues. "Lily? Why're you—"

Lily rushed towards him abruptly, a little too close until their bodies were almost touching face to face. She looked up at him, her attire very formal, a witch hat on her head, her long red hair let loose and her green eyes sparkled with intent.

She grabbed his hand, but she didn't even look at the paper. Her focus was on his face the whole time. "Dudley, I'm so sorry I wasn't at home to give you a reply."

"What? What reply?"

"I know, you said that when you returned from your trip and if I was still at home—I had to go out in a rush."

Confused, Dudley frowned. "What are you talking about, Lily?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed, a little too loud to his liking. "You said back then, 'Not unless you really want it properly.' And here's my answer. Yes, I want it properly."

What is—Oh, no… She can't… Is this a trick?

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A/N: Here comes the MILF!!!

A/N: Also, do tell me if I'm overdoing the politics and economics part. I just wrote it because I found it interesting. If you guys find it boring, I can reduce that bit.