Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 19 - Risky Deals & Muggle Maneuvers

[A/N: All relevant characters are adults.]

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Boom!

Dudley waved the wand and the target in the distance was smashed into pieces. 

Boom!

He did it again to test the accuracy and consistency, the two biggest enemies he had. He knew the spells just fine but couldn't perform them according to his desire. He knew by now that he wasn't magically gifted like Harry or the others. If he were to battle a Death Eater or even a Hogwarts senior face to face, he'd lose. 

"Much better now. Nine out of ten times I can hit the target." Dudley took a short break from his training and grabbed some water. He didn’t use the Arithmancy classroom this time and instead utilized the Room of Requirement as it provided him with moving targets and privacy. 

Furthermore, he'd made a lot of changes to Professor Vector's research and made it better for himself. No matter how much he liked that Professor, he didn't want to share his advanced research with her. 

He focused on a few spells for now. Most are aimed at defense and offense. It was important to stay alive in order to win the game completely. 

"Can't repeat the mistake." He muttered and got up again for a second round of training. 

The second task of the Triwizard Tournament was close so he had plenty of time alone while the rest of the school acted all excited and focused more on bullying Harry. 

Boom!

He tried to close the gap. Not nine out of ten. He wanted nineteen out of twenty. More consistency. 

It's working at least. 

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Lily J. Potter hated many people. Not just the Death Eaters but also her previous allies. Wizards of the Order decided it was best to leave Harry in the hands of Dursleys who abused him and would have continued if not for Dudley. 

As much as she felt thankful to Dudley, she loathed the likes of Dumbledore and McGonagall. She used to trust them the most but now, she knew how naive she'd been. And then there was Severus Snape, the man who betrayed her and James. The man who was directly behind the attack as he shared the Prophecy with the Dark Lord. 

And now, she had to see his face often. The man tried to find her alone and speak to her on occasion, but she always ignored him. Yet, she kept her eyes on him. 

And as she'd hoped, her suspicions were right. On the night of the Yule Ball, she saw Igor Karkaroff corner Snape outside near the carriages. And then, the words they exchanged about something happening again. 

It was enough to be alarmed.

Yet, she lacked allies. She had friends who she couldn't trust, she had mentors who'd disappointed her. Inside Hogwarts, she felt there was only one ally. So, every night she went to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom in hopes Dudley would have left some hint. 

Each night, she returned empty-handed. 

The closer the second task came the more she felt worried. She's studied everything about Harry from his first year and knew very well that he was specifically targeted. That dragon getting loose in the first task couldn't have been a coincidence, so she already expected something to go wrong in the second task. 

Who is doing all this and why? 

Desperation ate at her thoughts. Protecting Harry was her only reason for being alive. 

Why is Dudley avoiding me now? 

She tried to find Dudley alone in the school. Each time she failed to do it. And since she wasn't a faculty, she couldn't linger around the school every day. Only in the name of surprise inspections could she enter one or two times a week. 

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She's not in the school today. That's good. 

Dudley knew well how desperate Lily was. But he had nothing to share with her yet and constantly hearing her maternal appeals was annoying. In his eyes, she was doing more damage than good. On top of that, he wanted her to be more desperate so she was easier to control. 

Not for those reasons. But so he could keep things from going too out of hand and unpredictable. The only advantage he had wasn't his money but his future knowledge. 

"Mr. Dursley… my classroom is no place for you to doze off.”

Dudley shook his head and looked back at Professor Snape. "I'm done brewing the Pepperup potion, Professor." 

Snape plainly gave him a glance and checked his potion, finding it perfectly brewed as always. "Five points from Hufflepuff. Competence in brewing does not grant immunity to indiscipline."

Dudley nodded and started walking around to help others brew the potion. It was one of the things that Snape had ordered him to do. It made the Potions Professor's job easier. 

Of course, Dudley took the liberty to touch his girls in unholy ways while helping them. But still competent, he slowly helped everyone finish brewing their potions without any sudden blasts or failures. 

With that, the last class of the day came to an end. One by one, they gathered their tools and started leaving. 

"Aren't you coming?" Susan paused seeing him by the cauldron. 

Dudley handed her his books instead. “I’ll see you two at dinner. Just have a bit to talk over with the Professor here.”

Susan and Hannah eyed Snape in the distance at his table and then at Dudley. They didn't know what Dudley wanted to discuss, nor did they wish to know. They already knew their shared lover was much more than what meets the eye. 

"See you later then." Susan shrugged and left. 

Hannah gave him a worried look. In her head, everything related to Snape was bad. "Be careful."

Dudley smiled at the concerned blonde. No matter how much self-confidence she'd gained, she remained a cautious girl. Especially when it came to him. 

He watched the classroom become empty and eventually the door shut. That was when Snape looked up from his teacher's desk and noticed Dudley. 

"Class is dismissed, Mr. Dursley. If you have inquiries about potions, save them for tomorrow."

Dudley smiled warmly and straightened his back, his chest out. No more he stood there like a simple Hogwarts student. No, this was Dudley Dursley, the owner of D&D Capitals, the richest Wizard in Europe. 

Hands behind his back, he strolled closer to Snape's table all the while avoiding looking into his eyes. He knew his current Occlumency level couldn't save him from him. 

“It must be burning,” Dudley murmured—just loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough to sound harmless.

With a deep frown, Snape looked up at the boy. "I have neither time nor patience for your childish riddles, Mr. Dursley. Leave—unless you wish to forfeit more points."

“Hm…” Dudley murmured, wandering over to the window. The sunlight was bright out there. “Not many people get a second chance after mucking things up so badly. After hurting the ones they care about. After turning their back on their own.”

Take the bait! Take the bait, Snape. 

Dudley did his best to maintain a calm and mysterious demeanor. 

At last, the sound of a chair screeching on the floor echoed. But Dudley didn't look back at Snape. 

"I would choose my words wisely, Mr. Dursley. Do not overstep your boundaries."

“Ha! Boundaries? Thought they were meant to be tested, weren’t they? If I’m allowed to study potions from a marked Death Eater, I don’t see why I can’t have a bit of fun now and then.”

Play the game, Severus Snape. I know you want to. 

Finally, Dudley turned around and focused on Snape's hand that held a wand, albeit not pointed at him. If the Potions Professor decided to use magic on him there was no way he'd win. Of course, he'd ruin Snape later if he did that. Lily's hatred for him needed a simple spark to turn into full-fledged bloodthirst.

“I’d be careful with that wand, Professor. Hurting a student won’t do you any favors.” Dudley gave him a gentle nudge. “You know… Aunt Lily saw you and Igor talking that night. She heard what you said. And now—well, she probably thinks you’re still working for You-Know-Who.”

"What do you want, Dursley?"

“The truth—I need to know where you stand. Whose side are you on? Is that Dark Mark on your arm there out of loyalty… or was it just a way to feel like you belonged? Because if it’s the latter, I can offer you somewhere far more important to belong.”

Snape sneered, a cruel twist to his mouth. "And where might that be? Under your command? Your wealth, while impressive—for a Muggle-born—is of little consequence in the wizarding world."

Dudley let out a low chuckle at that. “Come now, Professor. I reckon you know I’m not that daft. You’re a potions genius—probably why You-Know-Who wanted you on his side. I understand money’s not really your concern. With your skill, you could make a fortune easily enough. But you stayed on here, just a professor at Hogwarts. Makes me wonder… is it a bit like the Dark Mark? Wanting to belong somewhere? To have a purpose?”

A single brow arched, his expression steeped in disdain. Crossing his arms with deliberate slowness, Snape drawled, "Are you here to interrogate me?"

“No, I’m here to offer you a way out. I don’t plan on standing at the front, but I know I’ll be a target all the same. And I know that mark on your arm… it’s burning, isn’t it? I reckon we both know what that means. With everything odd going on since the Goblet of Fire, it’s not hard to guess where things are heading. So… tell me—whose side are you on this time?”

Please work. Please work.

"There are some things you simply cannot fight against, Dursley."

“And there are some things worth fighting for. You know, Lily will die trying to save Harry. I get it—you’ve fancied her since you were young. That’s fair enough. But facts are facts—Harry’s probably told her how much he hates you, how you treated him. Come on, Professor. If even I can see the bigger picture, why can’t you?”

Snape eyed him intently, noting how he avoided looking at his face. Snape could feel it already. This was the real Dudley. Everything else he or the school had seen about him was a well-crafted image.

"If you help me, I'll help you at least earn Lily's forgiveness." Dudley offered.

"And what makes you believe I desire it?"

"The simple reason why you cried holding her that night. Why you’ve looked for her, every time she was here. Why you stood outside her house but never knocked. Maybe winning her love isn’t something you can hope for now… but you still want her friendship back. Don’t you?”

Bam!

Suddenly, Snape grabbed Dudley's collar and pushed him against a nearby wall. His wand hand rose and the tip touched Dudley's neck. "You speak too much."

“Go on then, Professor. Do it, if I’m wrong. But if I’m not… maybe it’s time you stopped running from the truth and stood up for something you believe in. The Dark Lord and his lot used you—just saw you as a tool. To them, you were never more than a half-blood they put up with because of your talents. That mark… it’s not who you are, and it’s not a sign of loyalty.”

"Enough! I am no longer concerned with them."

“Is that what you believe, then? So why is it still burning? Just admit it, Professor… that mark—you’re still a slave to it.”

Fuck! This guy!

Dudley felt more pressure on his neck and Snape's wand almost stabbed into his skin. But he made sure not to look up at his face. 

"What are you? A Seer?"

"Who knows." 

“You cannot win against him. Even in death, he endures. There is nothing you can do, Dursley. Stay away. Finish Hogwarts… and leave.”

At least he's still sane. 

“To where? And for how long? My Mum’s here. My life’s here. My mates are here." Dudley finally grabbed Snape's arms back. “I’ve already lost enough… There’s too much left to lose. If not for yourself, then… do it for Lily.”

"Do what?"

"Join me! You know you won’t be free of the Dark Mark while he’s still around. The Headmaster’s bound to ask you to carry on as a spy. When the time comes, I’ll just need the names and locations of the Death Eaters. That’s all."

A little, Snape’s grip on his collar loosened. Then finally, the Potions Professor stepped back. 

"What will you do with those names?"

Dudley straightened his collar. “Best not to say, Professor. Hard to believe, I know—but it turns out my bit of wealth isn’t completely useless against wizards.”

Snape lowered his wand finally. "I wish to speak with Lily first."

Such a stubborn, stuck-up prick.

“I can’t promise it’ll be soon. But I doubt the Dark Lord will be back that quickly either. What I can promise is that you’ll have a chance to speak with her face to face before the end of the school year.”

Snape returned to his chair by the table. “Then we are finished here. You may leave.”

Dudley nodded and left the classroom. 

Once he was outside and a few steps away, he heaved a big sigh of relief. 

Felix Felicis is the best. 

It took him the expensive luck potion to deal with Snape. Of course, just talking to him wasn't his goal. The moment he touched his collar, he'd won. And now, with Lily, he had the opportunity to make use of him. 

"Ah, Hermione must be waiting for me."

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"Did I keep you waiting?" Dudley arrived in front of the empty Arithmancy classroom. The designated spot where he and Hermione did their Occlumency and Legilimency training. 

With a book hugged against her chest, Hermione shook her head adorably, a shy blush already apparent on her skin. "I just arrived."

"Let's start then." He opened the room with the key and let her walk in first, admiring her slender frame. He could swear her uniform skirt was a little shorter, reaching the upper part of her knees, revealing more of her stocking-clad legs. 

He locked the door behind him and followed her to one side of the classroom. There, they quickly moved the desks away and placed two chairs facing each other like usual. 

It'd been hard to hold back, but ever since that lesson where she straddled his lap, he'd kept things under wraps. Other than occasional teasing touches, he'd held back. He allowed her to listen to his thoughts sometimes, but they never kissed again. 

Slowly, he noticed her own growing need. The discomfort as she sat and rubbed her legs together. The way her knuckles would turn white, her fists clenched. The way she'd gulp and it'd travel down her throat. Her eyes were full of concern and embarrassment. 

Let's tease her a little more. 

For the first hour, Dudley truly practiced Occlumency and Legilimency. It was really important for him so he didn't hold back. Probing each other's thoughts, they went back and forth and developed stronger ways to defend while also being more efficient at probing. 

Then, as he started to feel tired, he allowed some of his surface thoughts to be read. How he loved looking at her cute face, feeling her bushy hair, and holding her on his lap. And how angry he was by the hate mail she was getting due to Rita Skeeter's article about her, Harry, and Viktor Krum. 

"Your turn to defend." He soon stopped her and probed her thoughts back without stopping. It was sort of a tug of war. An advanced version of their training where one could look back into the mind of someone attempting to probe you. 

And right away, Dudley smiled. Her thoughts were hard to read but they were there. 

He liked that? But… Why isn't he doing anything then? Maybe I kissed him badly? 

"Hermione," Dudley voiced all of a sudden, ending his mental probe. He stood up for no reason and stepped closer to her seat, standing close enough that her knees touched his pants. 

"Yes?!" She reacted by jumping up to her feet too. A mistake as the hills on her chest bumped into him and she started falling back into the chair. 

But she didn't. A strong, firm arm wrapped around her waist and stopped her fall. Not that it mattered as her eyes were fixed on his face. Feeling his arm around her once again made her knees shudder already. 

"I know Rita went too far. I'll deal with her."

"You can?" She gained her footing and stood straight. But seeing his arm not leaving her thin waist, she put her hands on his chest in return. 

"Why not? Her prime motivation is fame and money."

"But… I don't want you to…"

"Shhh…" Dudley abruptly leaned his face down, closer to hers. "I wasn't asking." 

He captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss, pulling her body against him. His arm tightened around her waist, his broad palm sliding lower until it molded against the curve of her supple, round hips. His other hand cupped the side of her face, holding her steady as he kissed her with raw hunger. His tongue slid past her lips, drinking her in.

The golden light of the sunset bathed them in warmth, casting an almost dreamlike glow over her. 

Hermione gasped softly into his mouth before surrendering completely, pressing herself against him, arms wrapping around his neck. She rose onto her toes, her breasts smushing against his firm chest, her breath shaky, needy. 

Dudley didn't let up—his lips latched onto hers, sucking, nibbling, pulling her deeper into the kiss until nothing else existed but the wet heat of their mouths.

His hands roamed lower, gripping the plump swell of her ass, squeezing, kneading every inch of her. But as his fingers pushed under the hem of her skirt, he discovered something unexpected. Instead of pantyhose, she wore high, thigh-hugging stockings, leaving her soft, silky white panties exposed.

Dudley hummed against her lips, the realization tickling his cock. His breath grew heavier, raspier, pressing into her, making sure she felt just how hard he was against her belly. His fingers moved greedily, sliding beneath the elastic band of her panties, slipping over the bare skin of her ass. Smooth, warm, perfect. 

He wanted more.

“Ummph!”

Hermione gasped into his mouth, a small, helpless moan escaping her as his thick fingers spread over her asscheeks, gripping, parting, exploring. She trembled slightly in his grasp, but the tension faded as she melted, her body arching into his touch, offering herself up without resistance.

Dudley's fingertips drifted lower, teasing along the crease of her thighs until he found her soaked slit. He could feel her shudder, a choked whimper muffled against his lips as his fingers brushed over her dripping heat. He exhaled sharply, feeling the wetness coat his fingertips.

"Sit down, Hermione."

He didn't wait for her to react. His hands gripped her waist and guided her back onto the chair. Her wide, innocent eyes flicked up at him, her lips still kiss-swollen, her breath uneven.

Dudley smirked, he dropped to his knees in front of her. Without a word, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs, past her knees, until they slipped off her ankles entirely. The soft fabric dangled from his fingers for a brief moment before he carelessly tossed them aside.

He wasted no time and placed her legs on his broad shoulders, his grip possessive as he wrapped his strong arms around her lower hips, securing her against him. Then he pushed up her skirt, bunching the fabric at her waist, stripping away the last barrier between his hungry gaze and what he wanted most.

Hermione gasped with a soft, startled yelp as her hand flew between her legs, instinctively shielding herself from his view. 

But Dudley wasn’t having that. With a smirk, he leaned in, and instead of pushing her hand away, he lowered his lips directly onto them; onto the trembling fingers hiding her most intimate place.

A kiss. 

His warm breath ghosted over her damp thighs, making her shudder, making her thighs twitch around his head. Slowly, he looked up, his gaze locking onto hers. His smile widened.

Before she could protest, he took control, sliding his hands down to her waist and pulling her forward. Her ass slid off the chair, barely resting on its edge now, her back arching beautifully against the seat as her legs dangled high on his shoulders. She was completely at his mercy, exposed and vulnerable in the most delicious way.

"Let me taste you, Hermione."

She hesitated, her fingers twitching between her thighs, but the heat in his gaze, the sheer dominance in the way he held her, broke whatever resistance she had left. Slowly, hesitantly, she moved her hand away, her lips parting as she bit down nervously.

Dudley’s eyes gleamed as he took in the sight before him.

Her pussy was soft, untouched, glistening with arousal. A delicate patch of curls crowned the top, neatly kept, leading down to the tight, deep pink folds of her virgin slit. Wetness glistened her entrance, proof of her arousal. Her tiny kernel of love was still hidden but waiting for his attention, waiting for him to explore every inch of her.

Dudley didn’t hesitate. His grip tightened around her thighs as he lowered his head between them, dragging his tongue teasingly over her sensitive skin before finally pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against her dripping petals.

“Aaaah!”

Hermione gasped, her entire body jolting as his tongue slipped between her folds, savoring her. 

He groaned into her pussy, the vibrations making her squirm as he licked deeper, swirling his tongue over her needy little clit before dragging it back down to her entrance. He wasn’t going to take her virginity just yet, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t push her to the edge with nothing but his mouth. But it wasn’t enough; he needed to see her body trembling under his touch.

As he feasted on her, his hands moved. He slid them up her waist, finding the hem of her sweater and shoving it up to her neck. Then, his fingers popped out her shirt buttons, parting the fabric to her heaving chest. With a rough tug, he pushed her bra up, exposing her small, perky breasts. 

Her nipples were already hard, and he didn’t leave them waiting. His large hands cupped her bare flesh, thumbs stroking over her peaks before giving them a teasing pinch.

Hermione whimpered, her body completely helpless in his arms. She couldn’t move with her legs spread wide over his shoulders, she was at his mercy. And she could do nothing but watch.

Watch as he looked up at her, his eyes filled with hunger.

Watch as his lips curled into a smirk against her soaked pussy.

Watch as he played with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, tugging just enough to make her gasp and squirm in pleasure.

“Uhhnnnn…” She let out a shaky mewl, her hands flying to his arms, gripping desperately before sliding up to his hair, combing through the strands, tugging at him. She didn’t even know if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.

And he wasn’t stopping until she broke.

The pressure built too fast, the pleasure overwhelming. The relentless flicks of his tongue against her clit, the way his lips sealed around it and sucked, the rough pinches on her nipples. It all sent her spiraling into something uncontrollable.

“Dudleee-eh..!! Ahhh!” A sharp cry ripped from her throat, his name spilling from her lips as she came. Hard.

Her thighs quivered. Her stomach clenched. Her entire body trembled, back arching, pussy clenching around his tongue, but caught nothing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. The world blurred around her as she let out a desperate, shuddering moan, riding out her orgasm with ragged breaths.

“Ooooh… mmm!”

Dudley didn’t stop until he had tasted every last drop of her nectar, his tongue lapping up her juices as they soaked his face. It was worth it to hear those lovely moans. He savored the sweetness before finally pulling away, licking his lips as he stood to his full height.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and casually wiped his chin, his eyes never leaving her flushed, panting form. Her legs spread wide, that beautiful, soaked pussy quivering still.

Hermione, still trembling, still reeling, sat back weakly in the chair. Her sweaty, glistening breasts rose and fell in sharp breaths. But she wasn’t done. Her hands reached out, fumbling for his belt, her fingers desperate to return the favor.

Dudley caught her wrist before she could undo it.

She looked up at him, confusion flickering in her dazed eyes.

Instead of answering, he leaned down, cupping her face, and captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss.

She whimpered into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. Warm, musky, sinful.

When he finally pulled away, his lips hovered just above hers as he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction, "Let's save something for next time, Hermione. It's getting late now." 

"But… We won't be meeting again until the end of the Easter holidays," Hermione blurted, only to blush hard at the realization of how desperate she sounded. 

Dudley cupped her flushed face, capturing her lips with a slow, deep kiss once again. He sucked on her lower lip, teasing, drawing out a needy whimper from her throat. His breath was hot against her mouth as he tilted his head, deepening it, making sure she felt every ounce of his hunger. 

When he finally pulled away, his lips hovered just above hers, their breaths mingling, the heat between them still smoldering.

"The wait only makes it more exciting."

"Hmm…" A little dejected but understanding, Hermione nodded, standing up. "L-Let's go then."

"We should." He said and stood closer to her, his hands buttoning her shirt while she awkwardly stared up at his face. "What are you looking at?"

"Just… Wondering." Hermione muttered, willingly landing her hands on his shoulder so he could fix her shirt easily. "Wondering how deep I've fallen into this mess."

"So I'm a mess?" He asked back, teasing her. 

"I didn't mean that! I mean… I don't know why I feel this way about you."

Dudley finished buttoning her shirt and then lowered her sweater from above her breasts. But he kept his hands lingering on her waist. "And what do you feel about me?"

Hermione pursed her lips and looked down. "J-Just… Lust!"

Chuckling, Dudley kissed her forehead and then passed her book to her. "Congrats, you're a human."

"And you're such a tease!" She pouted and smacked her book on his arm. "You're a rogue womanizer."

He smirked devilishly. "That I might be."

"You!"

Bickering, laughing, and messing with each other, the two left the Arithmancy room and returned to their normal lives. Acting as if they were just friends.

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The day of the second task arrived. All the spectators arrived at the platform in the middle of the lake. It was a boring task to begin with since there was nothing to see once the champions had dived in. 

This time, Dudley had warned Harry and Fleur that they might get attacked in the waters. He was more careful with Fleur, warning that her magical nature might attract some attention. However, she was more interested in his attention, asking him to kiss her before the task so she could feel lucky. 

Sure, he gave her a kiss in private, but she almost lost herself to it and went down on her knees. He had to push the Veela away so she could participate in the task on time. It was truly wild to him how a quarter Veela was acting as if he were the Veela instead. Why she was so sexually interested in him was still a mystery. 

With a book in his hands, Hannah and Susan beside him munching on some snacks and gossiping, time passed. As expected, the first to return was Cedric and Dudley cheered for him. It was Hufflepuff’s victory, after all. 

Then came Fleur of all people and Dudley was even more excited. But in third place, contrary to most expectations, Harry Potter appeared, having saved Lily from the waters. Shockingly, Viktor didn't appear until much later, almost near the end of the time limit. 

It turned out that because Dudley had warned Harry and Fleur about the merpeople attacking, they had used magic to fight them off. That had angered them, and Viktor ended up getting caught in the crossfire.

It was the best way the second task could have gone and Dudley was happy with his meddling. He didn't do too much but also did enough to ensure his house came out on top. Not Harry snatching extra points to tie with 1st spot. 

With that, another round of parties overcame Hufflepuff's common room. However, Dudley had to excuse himself for a while as a certain Veela desperately sought his attention. He took her to the Room of Requirement with a blindfold and plowed her to her and his heart's content for hours until the school's curfew time and she could barely walk on those smooth and silky long legs. 

He tried to ask her indirectly why she was so into him. But each time she just moaned louder and urged him to go harder. 

In the end, he just gave her what she wanted. Knowing Fleur would be there for just that school year, he didn't avoid her. Heck, it was actually fun seeing the perfect, princess-like Fleur making all those lewd noises. Her pussy clamping down on him as if her life depended on it. 

Despite his confusion, not a single thrust into her quivering cunt was a waste of time. 

After banging her brains out, he returned to Hufflepuff common room and joined the party. 

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Creak! Creak! Creak!

The old, wooden bed squeaked and creaked under Dudley's weighted pounding. Each of his thrusts jolted the beauty's breasts as she lay utterly sprawled underneath his bear-like frame. 

"Ah! Ooooh… Yes, I missed this so much… Please don't stop… more!"

He'd been plowing into his cherished, beautiful Hannah for an hour already and yet she demanded more. He'd counted, she'd climaxed nine times already, and her entire, beautiful, pale body had turned into a rosy, blushing mess. The mascara she'd worn for their Hogsmeade visit was smudged, her red lipstick was spoiled as it now lay dotted on his face, his chest, and his plunging cock. 

Her blonde hair was sprinkled around her head. The soft bedding was just perfect for a rough, deep fucking session. 

With her legs tightly folded on his shoulders, Dudley loomed over her folded body as if he were doing push-ups. His long, thick, drenched cock squelched in and out of her insanely hot pussy, battered and bruised, swollen while his previously pumped baby batter made an utter, frothy mess. 

The sounds were vile, yet hotter than anything. Hannah stared at Dudley's face and he did the same. They shared kisses at times, at others bites. This was true, passionate fucking that Hannah enjoyed as much as Dudley. 

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Fuck yes!” Each thrust punched a choked, desperate moan out of Hannah’s ruined lips.

Dudley growled low in his throat and drove his hips down harder, the sheer force making the mattress jolt and the old bed frame groan like it might collapse beneath them. The wet, obscene clap of their bodies colliding echoed through the dimly lit room.

“Ahhh—o-ohhh, yes! Merlin, deeper—yes! Just like that, k-keep fucking me like that—!” Her voice trembled, breaking apart as Dudley pounded her raw, sending waves of tingling heat rippling through her overstimulated body.

He smirked down at her, watching her breasts bounce wildly beneath him, pinkened and covered in the faintest sheen of sweat. Her skin was flushed and shining, her body trembling and locked under his weight. She was well beyond the point of surrender; utterly wrecked and desperate for more.

Dudley shifted, lifting himself just enough to adjust the angle. As he slammed down, her ass bounced against the damp bedding, and her hips jerked up involuntarily to meet him, milking his cock even tighter. Each deep plunge battered her sensitive, stretched walls, the swollen head of his cock slamming against her cervix with punishing precision.

“Yesss—oh, sooo deep… Yes! H-heh… S-Susan will be so envious,” she gasped, breathless and slurred with pleasure.

His lips curled into a smirk at that, but he didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked her harder, grinding his hips into hers with each stroke, shoving his length into her swollen, frothy mess of a pussy.

The bed rocked as he shifted again, sliding his arms over her legs and moving them to wrap around his waist. He pressed his weight into her, their slick, overheated bodies molding together as he sank down, pinning her beneath him completely.

“Her fault. Who told her to get detention? Besides…I’ll make it up to her later,” he muttered in ragged breaths, capturing her mouth in a searing, wet kiss. He thrust in deep, grinding himself inside her as he swallowed her whimper. 

Hannah moaned into his mouth, her arms looping around his neck as she arched up against him, her body instinctively chasing the next wave of pleasure. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue tangling with his, before her lips trailed down to his neck, sucking and licking at the salty skin.

“Really… I wish… you’d stay,” she panted, nails dragging lightly down his back. “It’s Easter holiday… We could have so much fun at school.”

Dudley shuddered, his hips trembling as he felt the familiar coil of heat tighten in his balls. His cock throbbed, twitching inside her stretched pussy. He was close; so close, but fuck, he didn’t want to pull out.

“Can’t…” he groaned. “Hah… too much work left…”

Dudley knew he had to leave, but fuck, how could he when she was looking up at him like that; eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, her entire body trembling from the relentless pounding he’d been giving her? 

He was taking off soon, leaving Hannah and Susan behind for once, and the thought left a strange, bitter taste in his mouth. Normally, he brought his girls along and kept them close, but this time… this time, it was too dangerous.

Hannah pouted, her breathless voice carrying a spoiled, needy whine. “Fine… then give it to me one last time… harder.”

His cock twitched inside her at the demand, at the way her legs tensed around his waist like she never wanted to let him go. The way her body, slick and messy, still pulsed with need despite the state he’d already fucked her into.

Dudley sat back, gripping her legs and pressing them together, thigh to thigh. He pushed both up and folded her. Making her hug her own calves and pinning her in a new angle that made her cunt squeeze around him even tighter and her Hogwarts-wide famous curvy, plump ass stand out.

The change was immediate. Hannah let out a wail as her body arched and spasmed, her inner walls wringing his cock with pulsing, desperate grips.

“D–Du–Dudley—!” She sobbed through her moan, her one hand clawing at the sheets, then at his wrist as if she could stop the onslaught. But they both knew she didn’t want him to stop.

He fucked her deep, the new position making her pussy even snugger, hotter, the friction obscene. Each wet smack of skin against skin was punctuated by the slick, squelching noises of her dripping pussy getting absolutely wrecked. His grip on her thighs tightened, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slammed into her pussy again and again, making her take every last inch.

Then, suddenly, she went rigid under him. Her breath stifled up. 

“Aahhhhhh!!!!!” a scream tore from her throat; loud, unrestrained. Her body trembled and quivered, her back arching so hard off the mattress that she nearly curled into herself.

The tenth one.

Her pussy squeezed down in erratic, fluttering pulses, sucking him in, refusing to let go as she was nearly delirious. Her thighs trembled in his grasp, her dainty toes curling, and she gasped and sobbed through the force of her climax.

That was it, the magnificent grip that hurled him into his own breaking point.

Dudley grimaced, his balls pulled tight, his cock throbbing violently inside her flooded cunt. The raw pleasure shot through him, his mind blanking for a moment before the sheer pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave.

“Fuck! Hannah—”

His thick cock pulsed, buried to the hilt. He spilled into her, ropes of thick, molten white lava pouring deep inside her clutching pussy. He gave her everything, filling her to the brim, the sheer volume of it pushing back until it overflowed, creamy and hot. 

The tight space inside her was quickly overwhelmed, and the thick, whipped cream began to leak around his length, forced back in by each last lazy, shallow thrust as he worked himself through the roller coaster of bliss. 

Normally, he avoided coming inside but Hannah and Susan were the girls he'd do anything for. While Susan was the wilder and more experimental type. Hannah was the more passionate, rough type with a distinct taste for feeling him spill inside and fill her up to the brim with his warm viscous honey. 

Still panting, Dudley finally collapsed beside her, sprawling out on the mattress, chest heaving.

Hannah didn’t move for a long moment, her legs still weak and trembling, her body buzzing from the aftertaste. Then, slowly, she reached between her thighs, shivering as her fingers swiped through the mess he’d left inside her.

A small, pleased whimper left her throat as she felt the warmth of it trickling out, thick and hot as it seeped from her stretched, battered pussy. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, still feeling the pleasure of his hot batter seeping throughout her core.

She loved this sensation. And there was only one guy she’d ever let help her feel it as he made her so comfortable even in the most deranged, wild moments.

Hannah let out a satisfied sigh before rolling onto her side, pressing her flushed, naked body against his. Her soft, warm skin melted against his, and she draped an arm lazily over his chest, cuddling into him like she didn’t want to let go.

Then, with a sleepy, content murmur, she nuzzled her face into his shoulder and said, “By the way… my parents wanted to meet you.”

Dudley’s entire body stiffened.

“What?!” His head snapped toward her so fast it nearly gave him whiplash. His post-orgasmic daze was obliterated in an instant, replaced by sheer, unfiltered panic.

Hannah only giggled at his reaction, her fingers idly tracing patterns over his chest. 

“Relax, dummy, it’s not about this.” She gestured vaguely between their tangled, sweat-slicked bodies with a teasing smirk. “They heard about D&D Capital and wanted your help managing their wealth.”

Fuck, she gave me a heart attack there. 

Dudley exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. Shaking his head, he let out a chuckle before glancing down at her. “Sure, I can do that.”

Bam! Bam!

"Hey! Your time's up!" 

Suddenly, loud bangs came from the door. It was a rented room in an inn at Hogsmeade. After all, Hogsmeade was the only place where they could find a good room with beds they could share together. 

And it wasn't just them. There were many more student couples. How else could the Hogsmeade Inns survive without much footfall most of the year? They made a ton of money during Hogwarts Hogsmeade visits. Heck, there were rental waiting lists for rooms. Rented not by the night but by the hour.

The school probably knew it but didn’t care. Why else would you need parental permission to go to Hogsmeade? Why else would the first and second years not be allowed? 

A little annoyed, and while Dudley could easily overpay and keep that room all to himself for more hours, he chose not to. There were too many horny couples outside waiting for their turn. He couldn’t bear cockblocking his fellow brothers.

“Uh… Help.” Hannah moaned as she finally stood up after putting on her clothes. A patterned shirt and jeans. “Can’t… walk.”

“You asked for it.” Dudley let her grab his arm for balance. 

“And I loved every second of it, Dudley.”

Hearing that, something stirred in his pants. It was insane how he’d been doing Susan and Hannah since his third year and still couldn’t get enough of them. They were like his comfort food, and perhaps he was one to them too. 

After returning to the school, Dudley waited for Susan to finish her detention before dragging her to the empty Arithmancy classroom and giving her the same treatment as Hannah. Only this one loved experimenting with positions and tasting his climaxes. 

He still had two more days, so he spent those with them too. 

Then finally, after skipping the whole Christmas holiday, he took the train and returned to London. He only had two weeks and he had grand plans. 

####

Dudley arrived at King's Cross at late noon. With the drive to his home being almost two hours long, he opted to just call Edwin Hughes to pick him up and ride with him. 

Soon, in a luxury van with curtained windows, Dudley sat in a soft recliner seat, bundles of papers in his hand. The seat beside him was occupied by Edwin Hughes, the CFO of D&D Capital, who was on the verge of becoming D&D Holdings. 

"Good on you. Finding Jack Ma must’ve been tough," Dudley said, glancing over the reports. "But be careful with investing in his company. China doesn’t quite play by the same rules as the rest of the world."

He flipped through the pages, nodding here and there at the figures. These were plans he'd made a year in advance, but seeing them put into action was something else entirely.

"Salesforce looks solid," he said. "PayPal… let’s keep an eye on that one. If we get the chance down the line, we should buy it. Could help when we launch our payment gateway. I’m not too keen on Visa and MasterCard having the whole thing stitched up. Google’s doing better than we thought. That’s a nice surprise."

"Larry and Sergey were here last month to discuss further expansion," Edwin informed. "We went ahead with your decided plan."

Nodding some more, Dudley finished reading the entire report an hour into the drive. But after that, he read the magical side of the report. Diagon Alley was mostly under his control now and the plans for its expansion were in the draft stage. 

"Sir… how is my daughter?"

Dudley looked at the man. He remembered, Edwin's daughter was a muggle-born witch and had just joined Hogwarts. She got sorted in Ravenclaw even. 

“She’s doing great,” Dudley assured the man. “I asked a few girls in her house to help her settle in. Gave her my study notes from the first year as well—wrote them up myself.”

The fourth year at Hogwarts had been fairly peaceful for the other students, at least compared to the time with the Basilisk or all those frightening rumors about Sirius Black the year before.

Edwin let out a sigh of relief. "That's a relief. My wife keeps stressing out since there are no phones to talk to her there. Letters are too… old-fashioned."

"I feel you. Anyway, continue with the plans. I'll write up new ones after I return from Myanmar."

Edwin gulped. Until a year ago, before receiving Hogwarts’ letter for his daughter, he used to be a very confident and proud man, never losing his composure. He dealt in billions under Dudley. But now, knowing the existence of magic and magical Hitlers, he was slightly shaken. And knowing what Dudley was plotting in Myanmar had him losing sleep. 

He supported it, of course. But it was so different from any business they had done. He prayed that Dudley would succeed. He really didn't want a magical Hitler to win.

"Should I come along, Sir?"

“No, I’ve got another wizard joining me on this one. You hold the fort here, yeah? I’ll head off tomorrow and, with a bit of luck, be back in a week. After that, I’ll need to pop over to America for three days—MACUSA pulled their support from my bank.”

Edwin sighed, being a useless muggle and unable to help Dudley much. 

As Dudley noticed he was almost home, he gave back the papers. “While I’m away… could you help me with something? Have a word with Penelope Clearwater. Find out if we did anything in France between June of last year and now.”

"Why? Did something happen?” Edwin had to ask; It was an unusual request. 

Dudley scratched his head awkwardly. 

"That's what I would like to know, Edwin."

What the hell happened to Fleur?

####

Dudley sent Edwin away in the same car and walked to the front door of his house, his suitcase in one hand. It was already night, and street lights lit up the whole Privet Drive.

He stood there for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He wasn't Petunia's son but this body was. 

Click!

"Pumpkin?!" 

Uh, that name. 

"Mum." Dudley smiled and pulled Petunia into a warm hug. "And will you stop calling me ‘pumpkin’? It’s embarrassing. I’m not even fat anymore… just big-boned, with extra muscle."

“Oh, you’ll always be my little pumpkin, no matter how tall you’ve grown, love. Come in now—Mum’s baked you a chocolate cake.” She took his arm gently, leading him inside. “You won’t believe all that’s happened these past two months.”

Someone's watching. 

He could feel it. It was distinct. From across the street, he felt eyes on him. And it wasn't hard to guess who it was. 

"Woah! What the hell is all this?" Dudley gaped at the new kitchen his humble house had. It looked like something straight out of fairytales. Decorations, the theme, the colors, and even the appliances were custom-made to fit the theme. Then there were five different cameras fixed at various angles. 

Petunia proudly giggled, arms folded. “When the BBC fellows came to interview me about you, they tried my cooking. They liked it so much, they asked me to audition for a new food show! And guess what? I got it! I’ve already filmed four episodes—imagine that!”

At least she's happy. 

“That’s mad! What did you make, then? Don’t tell me it’s the classic British staple—Chicken Tikka Masala and a bit of Chinese?”

“Oh, you.” Petunia laughed softly, guiding him to the table as she poured his tea. “I suppose I’ll get to that one day. For now, I’m making the sort of things any lady in London might whip up at home.”

“That’s brilliant. Make sure you keep a copy of all the episodes. In a few years, the whole world’s going to be connected to the internet. Then you can share your recipe videos with millions—maybe even billions—of people everywhere.”

"..."

Petunia paused for a moment, then gave his arm a gentle pat and laughed softly. "Oh, Dudley, don’t be silly. How could billions of people be connected? There’d be wires everywhere!"

"..."

This time, Dudley paused momentarily. 

“Hah, yeah, just having a laugh. Anyway, I’m starving—what’s for dinner?”

Petunia glanced at the wall clock. It was nearly dinner time. “Just an hour, love. I’ll cook you a proper feast. Go on and freshen up in your room till then.”

Shrugging, Dudley got up to go take a bath. 

“Wait! Since you’re dressed, do me a favor, will you? I baked far too much cake. Why don’t you take some to your Aunt Lily? She returned this morning.”

Of course, she returned. Why wouldn't she when I'm here? 

Wand hidden in his sleeves, he took the covered tray that Petunia handed him and walked out of his house. Just across the street was Lily's house. He could see the lights on the lower floor, albeit very dim. 

I guess I'll drop another hint. 

But more than that, he wondered what she had planned now. 

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