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Dad said that we were poor, so I left everything and focused on making money.

Mom said that we're not happy because we're poor. So, I searched for happiness in money.

I feared asking for presents on Christmas. I feared asking for a little extra food. I feared asking for a little pocket money. I worked, I studied, and it was all for shit. Finance guys make the most, they said, but nobody told me about the crack that ran through their veins.

At twenty, I made bank, a finance guy's dream—10 million dollars—What a party it was. Gorgeous women, tits, drinks… crack… overdose… ambulance, and now this fading light.

"Fuck… F-Fuck… Fuck thi—"

I'm dying on the greatest day of my life. Where's my happiness? Where's my money?

That beeping sound turned into a flat tone. The beating heart refused to wake up at the jolts of electricity. The pulse refused to soar again.

At twenty—2018, Saturday, September 1…

I died.

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"Aaaaah! I'm dying! I'm fucking dying…"

His screams faded slowly as he felt a soft bed underneath himself and the faint darkness around him. It was a small bedroom and more than that, it was a small bed for someone of his size. He felt like falling from a great height in his sleep, ending up in a puddle of water, splashed.

"Where am I?"

The room wasn't his. It didn't need a rocket scientist to realize that. Everything was unfamiliar.

Shifting from the bed, he tried to stand up.

Thud!

"What the—" He frowned at the realization. Shorter legs, shorter arms, everything was short, and chubby?

Click!

He quickly turned on the bedside table lamp and looked at the walls of the room. They were filled with many portraits, small and large. In each of them, he noticed three figures, a large man, a slender woman, and a plump boy.

"I've seen them before…"

Scratching his head, he walked closer to the portraits on the wall. But in doing so, he walked past a mirror on his right. He caught something from the corner of his eye and instantly felt alert.

He rushed back to the mirror and looked.

Pa!

He slapped himself.

Pa!

No, this wasn't a bloody dream.

Pa!

This was reality!

Pa!

"I'm fucking Dudley Dursley?!"

####

"Careful! Don't burn it!"

This can't be real. Dudley, or the one inside that body, looked around at the breakfast table. Right beside him was the large-bodied Vernon Dursley, reading a newspaper. Inside the kitchen, he saw Petunia pouring juice into a jar, and then there was Harry fucking Potter flipping pancakes.

Dream? Coma? Yeah, that makes sense. I was pretty into Harry Potter back then.

"Be quick, boy!" Vernon shouted at Harry from his chair.

Dudley looked at the small-bodied, scrawny boy doing his best to not mess up the pancake. Holding the spatula in his hand, round glasses on his eyes, and his arms as thin as twigs.

Seeing the boy physically made Dudley realize how malnourished he was. While not on the verge of dying, there had to be some medical issues hiding inside that body. Or perhaps, the magic was keeping him alive.

"Oh, dear, my pumpkin. It's your birthday today! Why are you so silent? Don't you like the gifts?"

I feel like vomiting. Dudley didn't like the way Petunia addressed him. Who the fuck calls their already fat son pumpkin? And why are there so many gifts?

The entire living room appeared full of boxes. They didn't excite him since they weren't his, and birthdays never held any significant meaning to him. It was just another day of continued grind. But not anymore, it appeared.

He focused on Harry instead. The boy lived in the cupboard under the stairs despite there being an extra room upstairs. The schools hadn't started yet, so he was the de facto slave of the house.

Considering he's going to be a wizard, and filthy rich, there's no way I'd let this chance go. Since he had control over Dudley's body in this 'dream', he decided to do things differently.

"Mum, why does Harry live in the cupboard?" He suddenly asked.

Vernon and Petunia looked at their son with confused expressions. Their boy had never pondered over something so trivial and selfless.

"We have another room upstairs. Why doesn't he stay there? Is the cupboard really nicer? If it is, I want to sleep there too!" Dudley requested, using his child-like innocence as a weapon. After all, they loved to spoil him, and he knew how to use that to his advantage.

"It's just…" Vernon froze mid-speech. How does one justify child abuse to another child? "He's a freak… Harry likes to live in the cupboard?"

Pathetic. Dudley sneered inside.

In mind, he remained a twenty-year-old, after all. He had Dudley's memories, and he knew all the instances where Harry was bullied. Not just at home but at school too. By none other than him. These fools. He's a living lottery ticket with a fucking plot armor.

"Really? Then I'll stay in there with him!" Dudley said, beaming as he looked over at Harry. "You wouldn't mind, would you, Harry?"

Harry Potter blinked dumbly, as frozen as his uncle and aunt. What had happened to Dudley that day? He didn't jump on the stairs to annoy him. He didn't push him around either.

"We… ugh…" Petunia tried to say something. "It's not big enough for the two of you."

Dudley sighed and gulped, preparing himself. Time to throw a tantrum.

"I WANT TO! I WANT TO LIVE IN THAT CUPBOARD!" He roared like a banshee. Damn, he loved his efficient vocals. "Why does Harry get to have it but not me? Don't you love me? I hate you! I hate you all!"

Bam!

Dudley jumped off the chair, letting it fall back onto the floor. He stormed away, running up the stairs and slamming the door of his room shut. He did half of it to play the role, and the other half to hide away the cringe he felt.

Remembering his own childhood, he couldn't even imagine acting like that with his parents without receiving a good beating and skipping dinner.

This feels so bizarre.

Alone in his room, he plopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He felt unhealthy in that chubby body. He felt appalled by the memories in that brain. Moreover, he felt annoyed.

Great, I'm in a magical world but as a muggle. What's the point of it all? Do I still gotta struggle to make a living?

He really wanted to go to Hogwarts. He really wanted to do magic, fly on brooms, and maybe date a few pretty witches. He wanted to see the impressive castle and all those amazing magical beasts. He wanted to see Diagon Alley and the Gringotts Bank.

What a disappointment.

As far as he could remember, he was eleven years old. In a month it was going to be Harry's eleventh birthday, and soon after the boy would head out to Hogwarts. The letters were soon going to arrive.

This is fucking depressing.

In the end, he shut his eyes to wake up from that nightmare. Or at least wake up in Harry Potter's body.

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Nothing changed.

A week passed, and he woke up each morning expecting a change.

Then a month passed and he was still the fat Dudley who couldn't even do a single push-up. He slowly came to silently accept his condition and tried to make something out of his muggle life. He was going to start Year 7 at his school in the coming September, and he expected it to be as bland as possible.

Although many things were different in the UK, it was easy to get used to the new life with the help of Dudley's memories. On top of that, he read a few newspapers to discern if the world events were going the same way he remembered, one of them being the dissolution of the Soviet Union. Of course, it wasn't yet December, and no such thing had happened yet.

But to Dudley, it was an opportunity. The fall of the USSR meant the Western stock markets would rise, driven by optimism about new economic opportunities and the end of Cold War tensions. The expectation of open markets and reduced military expenses in the U.S. and Europe.

But it's all useless. Dudley understood his shortcomings. Being an eleven-year-old was a curse.

However, he felt slightly better knowing that Vernon wasn't a poor man, and came from a well-off family too. The man was already the director in his firm, and earned enough to afford a four-bedroom house, dozens of presents for him, and still much more left to spend.

However, he saw heightened greed in his new 'parents'.

They were not satisfied and wanted to uplift themselves. Not just in terms of money but also class, as they seemed extremely aware of it, one of the major reasons they didn't want Harry to be seen with him. The Dursleys wanted to be part of the elite, not just rich.

That was a curse as well as a boon. Vernon's greed meant that he was easy to manipulate as long as there was profit to be made. In his case, as long as he could use some of his future knowledge to make something out of it, he'd be valued greatly. Similarly, if Harry and his friendship boosted the Dursleys' wealth and status, the friendship and the boy would be valued.

But the main problem was…

I'm a broke eleven-year-old kid… Well, at least the pocket money is decent.

Splash!

He washed his face and left his bedroom, only to knock on the door just beyond his room. It was Harry Potter's new room, finally given to Harry after his tantrums that day. Vernon and Petunia decided it was better to have Harry sleep above instead of letting him share the cupboard.

From then on, the new friendship had set its sails.

"Come on, why are you still sleeping?" Dudley knocked on the door a few more times. But hearing no reply, he turned the knob and walked inside. "What are y—Fuck!"

He cursed openly for the first time. It made sense why Harry wasn't responding. The entire room was a mess, and half of the things around were somehow flying midair while Harry looked left and right confusedly.

Accidental magic strikes again.

"That's so cool!" He truly felt envious. "How are you doing this?"

"I-I don't know, Dudley! What's happening to me?"

"Magic! It has to be that!" Dudley proclaimed and jumped onto the bed to sit beside Harry. "Can't you control this? Make things fly at will?"

Thud!

All the things fell back on the floor.

"I feel tired." Harry weakly muttered.

Dudley scratched his head in silence. Why do they even use wands if they can do this much just by accident?

Again, he reckoned the wands were to avoid accidents.

"It's your birthday, Harry! No time for yawning—we're headed out," Dudley said, giving Harry's shoulder a friendly pat.

"Out? I don't think Uncle Vernon w—"

"Who said they're taking us? It's just the two of us. I checked the map, and there's a little eatery nearby. We can just walk there," Dudley explained, feeling he didn't have much time left to leave a nice enough impression on Harry. However, he was more worried about the lack of owl mail. By now, Harry should have received the Hogwarts admission letter.

He can clearly do magic. Then why the delay?

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Dudley sneaked out of the house with Harry when Petunia was busy on the phone. He had given his cousin a set of his own clothes to look decent outside.

"Let's go." Dudley led the way.

Being twenty years old in the body of a kid meant that he didn't have the same hesitations, lack of confidence, and inability to make decisions as most kids. While Harry walked like a reserved, shy boy, Dudley was the boss on the streets, swinging arms, easygoing, and confident.

About half an hour later, they arrived at the nice little eatery. It was mostly empty, so they quickly found nice seats. But only Dudley looked at the menu as Harry had no money.

"Where are your parents?"

Dudley was prepared for that question by the waitress. "Mum said we could eat here while she's at the post office. It's Harry's birthday today! Could we get a cake for him? And maybe some kids' meals? Oh, and a couple of Pepsis too, please!"

His childish charm didn't fail him.

"Sure, darling. Anything else?"

"That's all," Dudley replied. He didn't know how much this was going to cost him. He had just brought all his monthly pocket money.

After that, the waitress brought a cake first with a lit candle. Then, the rest of the serving staff stood beside their table and sang a birthday song for Harry.

Hah, look at his shy face. Dudley held back his laughter. It's his first birthday of this kind.

Clap! Clap!

Dudley remembered from his memories, or lack of memories to be more specific. Harry's birthday had never been celebrated at the Dursley household.

"Blow out the candle and make a wish!" Dudley urged him.

Phoo!

Harry did just that.

But when he earnestly closed his eyes for a whole minute and made the wish, the twenty-year-old soul inside Dudley felt guilty. Guilty that he was trying to take advantage of Harry's innocence.

"What did you wish for?" Dudley asked.

"That you stay my friend forever and…"

I don't need to overthink this. Dudley made up his mind. He's starving for friendship and kindness. Even doing the bare minimum means the world to him.

Harry continued. "And I prayed for my Mum to wake up quickly."

"That's a good wi—Wait, wake up who?"

"My Mum," Harry replied, strangely looking at Dudley.

His mum?! Lily? Dudley tried to shuffle through his memories to find any mention of her. But, there was nothing. Dudley never cared for much besides himself. But there was only one memory that stood out. Every three months, Petunia took Harry to the hospital, and that was it.

"She's at the hospital?" He asked directly.

Harry nodded, looking down at the cake. "Aunt Petunia will take me to see her tomorrow. I… I want her to wake up soon."

This is different! She's not dead?!

"What happened to her?"

"Aunt Petunia said it was a car accident. Dad didn't make it and Mum… She fell into a coma." Harry sullenly answered, holding back his tears. "I-I wish she was here with me."

Did she survive Voldemort? Wait, she's in a muggle hospital?

"Can I come with you tomorrow? I'll pray for Aunt Lily's quick recovery."

Harry smiled brightly at that. "Of course! I'll introduce you to Mum."

"Brilliant! Let's eat first, then we'll hit the shops. I'm getting you some new clothes—yes, yes, your brother's loaded."

He lied, but as long as it got Harry smiling, it was worth it. In any case, the cash Dudley had been saving all those years to buy a motorbike after growing up was his to spend now.

Ugh, I should focus on exercising more. I can still date fine witches with Harry's help.

He was no weak man to let that dream die down so easily.

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After an hour of tantrums, Petunia agreed to take Dudley along to the hospital with Harry. It was a fairly large muggle hospital, and clearly, Lily J. Potter was being taken care of very well, having her own private room with a permanently assigned nurse, who Dudley suspected was a witch in disguise.

As soon as they arrived, Dudley saw Petunia heading to the food court instead of going to see her sister. It left a bad taste in his mouth since her and Vernon's actions were going to affect his reputation too.

He chose to follow Harry instead, wanting to see what the real Lily Potter looked like. A few floors up, they entered the private room. It had a large window on the side, basking the room in sunlight.

"Mum? It's me, Harry." Harry walked to the bedside and softly held the hand.

Dudley remained in the distance, taking in the details. Seeing the woman lying in the bed, eyes closed, he couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like when awake. Her pale face was beautiful, whatever medicine she was taking worked like a charm on her, keeping her fit. Her thick, dark red hair was neatly combed and kept behind her head, straightened.

I can see why a bully like James decided to tone it down to impress her.

"Mum, you won't believe what happened!" Harry excitedly rambled about all that had happened to him over the last month. "So much has changed. Dudley has changed a lot and he's the best now. He stopped jumping on the stairs, pushing me, or troubling me. He forced Aunt Petunia to give me the room upstairs, and he even bought me cake and clothes on my birthday. He's my best friend."

That almost made me blush. Dudley nodded at that praise and gladly accepted it. Keep going, buddy.

"Dudley, come and introduce yourself," Harry called his name.

Dudley nodded and walked to the side of the bed. From so close, he saw her seemingly lifeless frame, not even a twitch. Could she hear them? Or was she stuck in a dream too?

"Good afternoon, Aunt Lily. I'm Dudley… Harry's cousin… Y-your nephew…?" Dudley shifted, unsure what else Harry might've told her. "I caused him a lot of trouble growing up, but… I'm not like that anymore. Please, get well soon and wake up."

The sad part about Harry was that he didn't even remember much about living with Lily. He didn't remember her voice, her smile, her touch. He was too young when the tragedy struck. Since then, all he wanted now was to hear her voice again.

"I'll wait for you outside, Harry." Dudley reckoned Harry wanted to be alone with his mum and left.

Another reason was to get his thoughts in order. This was clearly not the Harry Potter story he knew about. Lily was alive. The letters hadn't arrived.

What else is different? Is it all because of me?

No matter, he eagerly wanted to see those owls arrive at 4 Privet Drive. He felt terrified by the possibility that things might be greatly different from what he knew.

I can't be this unlucky.

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It appeared he was indeed unlucky.

September arrived and went by, yet no letter from the school of magic came. He had to start his muggle school with Harry tagging alongside him. A few more months passed, and Dudley saw the news of the collapse of the USSR.

The world was following the same trajectory that he was familiar with. He kept an eye out for any major catch related to business and finance. But it was hard to be taken seriously at that age.

He simply chose to live ordinarily, learn whatever he could to add to his old knowledge, and hang around with Harry. The two slowly went from being just cousins to brother-like. Even at school, Harry no longer got bullied or found himself without friends. After all, Dudley was a bully himself, and he was friends with other bullies, which put Harry in a protected group.

Dudley had no interest in petty bullying at the school anymore. Other than bullying the bullies and studying, he tried to find more traces of the magical world. He knew about the Ministry and the telephone booth. But going to London was no easy task.

With so much free time, he studied French just to learn something new and not be bored. With a degree in finance from his last life, he was great with numbers. Vernon and Petunia couldn't stop gloating at their son's remarkable academic achievements, already dreaming of sending him to some old elite school later on.

For Dudley, however, it was a slow means of building confidence with Vernon so he may be allowed to invest.

As months turned into a year, Dudley started to feel disenchanted with the magical world entirely. It felt like just another reality, an ordinary second life with Harry Potter beside him. And of course, the often depressing weather of the UK.

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"Ugh—Forty-nine!... Fifty!"

Thud!

Dudley landed back on his feet from the pull-up bar he had put on the door frame.

Sweating profusely, his dumbbells sprawled across the room and a few more resistance bands, he walked over to the mirror and flexed his arms, staring at his taller self. He liked what he saw, but not as much as he'd have loved to.

"Fucking hell, it's impossible to get rid of all this fat." He saw plenty of muscles in the mirror, and he no longer had bulging belly fat. The chest was well developed, but he still saw no signs of abs. "It's like a muscular dadbod."

"Dear! It's time!"

"Coming, Mum!" He shouted back and ran into the bathroom for a quick shower. Then, he put on a random T-shirt, and jeans and went downstairs. Vernon and Petunia were dressed in nice, formal attire that night. "Let's go."

"My baby, I can't believe you're fifteen." Petunia pampered him just as she did every year.

"He took after me." Vernon boasted, proudly looking at his son. "Look at him—the ladies will go crazy at his new school."

Still feels weird. Dudley thought. As a guy who hated the Dursleys from an outsider's viewpoint, he was now one of them.

"Where's Harry?" He asked.

"He's wiping the windshield. A bird did its business on it," Petunia answered.

Dudley glared at the two. "I told you not to order him around! We're better than this! Nobody likes arrogant people. And money doesn't buy class."

One of the perks of being the family's golden child was having a louder voice. With Vernon and Petunia's previous overindulgence in pampering him, they had created a perfect monster for themselves.

"N-No, Dudley. Harry willingly offered to help." Vernon tried to clarify, shaken by the mere possibility of angering his son. "I swear, we don't order him for anything anymore."

The Dursley household's dynamics had changed a lot.

"Oh…" Dudley awkwardly scratched his head. "Let's go then. It's my birthday!"

"Yes, yes, let's go, my pumpkin."

Ugh, that word again. He hated being called that while being big-boned.

That evening, they all went to a fancy restaurant in London to have dinner. It was quite a distance away from Surrey, but they wanted to celebrate.

It had been three years since his rebirth in Dudley's body. Much had changed, starting with Harry's life. His cousin lived better now with plenty of food and no more slaving around. A truly ordinary life for a teenager. Albeit, the guy stayed timid.

That day, going to London was also his plan. He picked the restaurant that would have them drive through Whitehall. He kept his eyes glued to the window that whole time, looking for that clue.

That one red box.

And there it was, the red telephone booth.

Is that it? Magic is real, there's no doubt.

He held back his urges to go there and check it. He had no way of explaining himself if it were to somehow work. So, he went with his family and ate a nice, sumptuous dinner. Then with ice cream still in hand, they drove back home.

Clack!

Dudley turned the house key and opened the door, Harry and Petunia held present boxes behind him. He took a step inside and paused, feeling something under his shoe.

"We got mail?" He muttered and crouched down to pick them up. There were two packed letters, and with one look, he noticed the Hogwarts emblem on the wax seal. "Harry's got a letter!"

He turned around and handed it to the boy who lived. A thousand questions went through his head at the same time, about why so late. Did Hogwarts change?

"Who would write h—" Petunia was about to snarkily comment when she froze, also recognizing Hogwarts seal. "No! No, not this again!"

"Hogwarts? Wait…" Harry shuffled through the two letters and extended the second one back to Dudley. "This one's for you."

"Me?" Dudley snatched the thing and read the name on it. "Mr. D. Dursley… That's me!"

What's this? I'm a wizard?

"You're a Wizard? Dudley, oh my dear! You're a wizard!" Petunia dropped whatever she was holding and jumped to her son's side to read the letter. "This is it! It's the same as Lily's!"

"My Mum?" Harry looked at Petunia.

"What's this about?" Dudley continued the clueless act. "Wizard? What's that?"

"We can't talk here!" Petunia snapped, hurrying the two boys inside and dragging Vernon along. She slammed the door with a jittery glance outside, leading them all to the living room. "We've all noticed those... strange things Harry does... magical things."

Petunia continued the explanation, her breath seemingly lost. She kept Dudley's letter clutched in her hand. "Some people are born with magical powers… My Sister… She had them."

I can see the struggle. Dudley saw the confused look on Petunia's face. The woman hated witches and wizards until a moment ago. But, with her own son being magical, what was she supposed to do? Hate him too? The venom she had formed in her mind about magic was being challenged in real-time.

"Children with… magic, they go to Hogwarts. To—to learn it properly. This letter is… it's his official invitation." She glanced at Dudley, her lips quivering, and then at Vernon, who had already sunk into his chair, speechless. "Our Dudley… has magic!"

Vernon gave a low, sharp grunt. "Refuse it! I've set my son up for the finest private school, and I won't let them sweep him off like this!"

"W-What? Vernon, our son is gifted!"

"Since when did being a freak become a gift?" Vernon snapped at his wife. The man rarely showed the guts to talk down to her. "My son is normal, and I won't let him go to that freak school."

As if you have a choice. Dudley scoffed from the side. Like hell, he was going to give up that chance. This was a dream come true. I'll just leave home if he doesn't agree. I got rich Harry here to help me.

"I don't think we can keep him from going, Vernon. Their Ministry, they'll come for us. They might even get the police involved," Petunia responded, taking a more pro-Hogwarts side. It seemed she never gave up on Hogwarts and wanted to live that dream through her son. Maybe her son would be even better than Lily's son.

Vernon's face reddened as he glared at his wife. "I've made myself perfectly clear—he's not going, end of story! He's my son, and I will not stand by while he throws his life away on such nonsense."

Thud!

Vernon left and slammed his bedroom door. Behind him, Petunia followed. Soon, loud bickering voices echoed.

Dudley shrugged and went upstairs to read Harry's letter.

"Dudley, do you think this is real?"

"Well, you being able to levitate the furniture sure is. That's pretty magical."

"Then you should come with me," Harry said.

Dudley chuckled. "Come on, Harry. You still don't know me? You think they can stop me?"

At that, Harry smiled. It wasn't wrong to say that Dudley was the man of the house. His words held the most sway.

"I can't wait!" Harry excitedly reread the letter. "But we'll need to buy these things on the list."

Won't Hagrid come over to guide him? Dudley pondered how to get a look into Harry's personal vault. We're both muggles at this point. Shouldn't there be someone assigned to guide us?

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"Vault 687. The lamp please."

It's happening! Finally, my golden opportunity!

Vernon didn't want him to go, but Petunia did. He declared he wanted to go as well, so Vernon had no choice but to accept it. Then a few months later, two weeks before September, Hagrid arrived at 4 Privet Drive.

From there, everything felt like a dream.

Entering Diagon Alley, seeing all the familiar shops and attires, and then finally entering the bank. It was grand and magical, ethereal to his eyes. It felt like a dream, and at that point, he was almost sure this was his second life.

Clack! Clack!

The goblin opened Harry's vault gate and stepped aside.

"You're a rich man, Harry!" Dudley almost shouted. Seeing that many gold coins face to face was a totally different experience. The mountain of coins was taller than Harry and reached his own height.

"T-This…" Harry dumbfoundedly stared at the pile of gold. "Mum… It's Mum's?"

"And your dad," Hagrid said.

"It's a lot," Harry muttered. But it was now clear why he didn't have to pay a penny for his mum's treatment. "H-How much should I take?"

"Give me a loan!" Dudley shamelessly requested. It had already been three years and each time he saw a money-making opportunity slip away, he felt anxious and angered. He wanted to start as quickly as possible. "I'll invest it!"

Harry scratched his face and shrugged. Having been with Dudley for so long, he was at least confident in his intelligence. "How much?"

"A million! I mean, a million pounds."

"Sure."

That easy? Seriously? We're fifteen, buddy. Dudley felt emotional for his little brother. He had given up on magic and Hogwarts until two months ago. I'll help you double this then.

Quickly after that, Harry grabbed a fist full of coins and shoved them into his bag. As for Dudley's loan, they needed him to make an account at the bank first. He giddily accepted, although it wasn't free.

Following that, Dudley confirmed his growing suspicion. He saw Hagrid grab a 'stone-sized' wrapped pouch from another vault.

So it's just the age that's moved up?

"Better not mention this to anyone, you two."

Dudley quickly zipped his mouth and followed the giant man out. From there, he shopped for supplies and got himself an owl because it was the most convenient method of communication. Then, he got himself a wand.

Of course, he first watched the entire show of Harry getting his 'destined' wand.

"Ah, indeed! How exquisite! The wand you hold is one of the last fine Redwood wands remaining in this establishment. Crafted with the spine of a White River Monster, a magical creature from the magical depths of the White River in Arkansas. It will serve you admirably, Mr. Dursley—many covet Redwood for its illustrious reputation for bringing good fortune. But do heed this: Redwood wands possess a curious affinity for those already blessed with the knack for resilience, for turning misfortune to triumph. I foresee remarkable adventures in your future, Mr. Dursley!"

Dudley looked at the wand in his hand. It was red with a nice solid grip. It felt a little springy even. Adventures? Fuck that, I just want happy times. Maybe date a few pretty witches, and get rich.

Following the wand, they bought a few more things and then regrouped with Hagrid to have some lunch. He appreciated that the half-giant didn't dislike him this time, and didn't give him a pig's tale. Well, he wasn't fat like before either.

After listening to Hagrid give them a quick overview of the wizarding world, the two boys returned home to 4 Privet Drive.

It didn't matter if the air inside the house was depressing because of Vernon. The two boys were excited to start their magical journey.

They marked their calendars, crossing off each day.

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When September 1st arrived, Dudley found himself often thinking of only two words that entire day.

Holy shit!

He crossed the wall on the platform and appeared in front of the steaming Hogwarts Express.

Holy shit!

He saw Hermione for the first time as she looked for the toad. Thanks to the age situation, she looked fantastically charming. Her bushy hair made her seem all the more cute. Of course, there was also Ron who sat with them.

If anything, he liked the red-haired boy for being so simple and easy to approach. While Harry was famous and a half-blood, Dudley knew he was just a muggle-born like Hermione. He expected the Slytherins to target him just for being related to the Boy Who Lived.

Holy shit!

He rowed the boat and stared at the majestic castle in the distance with all its lit windows. Finally, the dream had become a reality. Initially just hopeful of being involved with the magical world through Harry, but now he was a part of it too.

Holy shit!

Like a fool, he stared at the massive Great Hall. Its magical ceiling, the rows of tables. The end of the hall with the teachers. Majestic, ancient, and full of magic—He felt too excited.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Oh shit!

He finally cursed something different as Hermione got sorted into Gryffindor right before his eyes. It woke him up from the excited stupor. This was it, the moment of truth.

Which house should I go to?

Slytherin was not an option. Going to Gryffindor meant he'd always be on the winning team. But, being close to Harry would also make him the prime target for later Death Eaters. He'd be involved in all the battles that Harry would participate in. The Stone, the Chamber—he'd be dragged into everything.

Feeling the weight of that choice, he looked around, recognizing a few faces.

Let's take a seat first.

"Harry Potter."

Instantly, all the roars and claps died down. Whispers and chatter ensued and even the teachers sat up straight.

Oh, he's bloody famous. Literal magnet for all eyes around. Dudley watched his brother get sent to Gryffindor. Following that, a few more names went by.

"Dudley Dursley."

Here it comes. Being taller than almost every student in his year, he stood out already. Not Slytherin.

Not Slytherin? The talking hat spoke to him. I can see why. Ah, I see something in there, something profound. Strong, focused, and brave—Yes, I kno–"

Is it Gryffindor? Dudley asked directly.

What is this? I feel hesitation. Ah—patience! It's not Ravenclaw either for refusing the lion is no sign of wit.

Dudley frowned. Did you just call me dumb? I have a master's degree in fi—

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The hat was instantly taken from him. Dudley heard a lot of clapping from the right side as he stood up, scratching his head.

Hufflepuff? Who the fuck goes to Hufflepuff? He absentmindedly walked over to the Hufflepuff table. He shook hands with the seniors and took a seat. Only then did he look beside him and see the faces of Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot. He liked what he saw. I guess I'm a Hufflepuff then.

But then he leaned forward and looked at the other Hufflepuffs. After swiping a few faces, he finally saw the bright, handsome face of the guy.

There's my vampire.

Ting! Ting!

"Your attention, please!"

He looked back at the teachers, seeing Dumbledore stand up.

"Let the feast–begin!"

Woosh!

With a snap, a massive feast appeared on the table. So much food that he felt his stomach churn. But he dared not go crazy, and grabbed his well-calculated balanced meal with high protein and fibers, as low carbs as possible.

He took a bite of the chicken and it melted in his mouth.

Ah, I can get used to this.

####

Snape didn't hate him or like him. That was more than pleasing.

He loved flying on brooms.

Hufflepuff wasn't as bad as he expected. The common room had a lot of greenery and had a cozy air to it. With the school kitchen nearby, the appetizing scent of food often seeped into the common room. Sadly, it motivated him to exercise more so he could eat more.

The troll incident happened as expected. Using common sense, he got Hermione out of the bathroom before the Troll even entered. They still saw the creature enter the bathroom, but they were safely away. He was no battle junkie and had no interest in experiencing broken bones.

Thanks to that, he received study notes from Hermione for every subject. It was a life and time saver for him. In addition, the notes helped him get closer to Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot, the two girls he was interested in.

He tried out for Quidditch too and made it to the reserves at the very end of the list. He just got to watch Harry win that year. But overall, he loved his life at Hogwarts, in Hufflepuff's basement. Other than Draco's rare snarky remarks, he found no issue.

So, he focused on plotting his greedy business—the get-rich plan. Thanks to Harry, he finally had the funds to take the first step.

Before he knew it, the 1st year came to an end with predictable events unfolding. Harry caught Professor Quirrell and killed him. It shook his brother a bit, but he was there to cheer him up at the Hospital Wing.

By the time they returned home, Harry was as good as ever. And what a summer it was. The two brothers never felt that free in their life. They went outside regularly, met with Weasleys, even visited Hermione's parents' clinic, and made trips to Gringotts for business.

As Dudley explained his plan to Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived started to show some greed too and asked if he could invest too. Dudley agreed merrily with a small 'fee'.

Just like that, the 2nd year arrived.

Dudley created a magical whistle that let out rooster crows for himself. He didn't know if he had the plot armor, so he dared not take the snake lightly. However, he did come face to face with the Basilisk once and timely shut his eyes before using the whistle.

Surprisingly, he was awarded fifty points for his discovery. He then sold similar whistles for a Galleon each. Business was booming until he saw the first victim. From there, he handed free whistles to whoever wanted them.

The 2nd Year turned out great for him as he became friends with students of all houses thanks to his whistle. Even Slytherins requested them. Clearly, their hatred for his blood was not higher than their desire to live. He charged them money, however, as they could afford it. But not the pretty girls, of course.

As the 2nd year neared its end, Harry discovered the Chamber of Secrets, defeated the Basilisk, and saved Ginny from Voldemort. When the year-end dinner took place, not only Harry, but Dudley also received more points from Dumbledore. For his creation of the whistle that saved Hermione's life, and also his discovery and confirmation that a Basilisk was the likely culprit, even though no one believed him at the time.

Still, Gryffindor won. Hufflepuff came second that year.

But Dudley didn't care, more busy playing around with his girlfriend. They had just started dating during Christmas when they kissed for the first time and also got chased by the damn Basilisk. If not for his whistle, they'd have been petrified.

Although they hadn't crossed that 'boundary' yet, they were very much into each other.

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"Ummm~"

The shaking of the train made it far more challenging to hold himself back. The 2nd year was over, and they were just a few minutes away from King's Cross.

With the students busy taking turns changing clothes, Dudley had the entire cabin for himself and the girl straddling his lap, dangerously rubbing herself on his noticeable erection, her large, cloudy peaks smushed against his chest.

"Mhm~" Her breathy moans and scentful exhales put their deep kiss in a league of its own.

Dudley felt his tongue melt against her warmth, their soft flesh coiling against each other. Both his hands kept a firm grip on her ass under her skirt, feeling her smooth panties and the skin. He pulled her into himself the more she grounded on his hardness.

Oh, how much he wanted to take the next step. But he didn't want to rush, loving this new life and his date.

She rode on his lap back and forth, teasing him with the forbidden fruit. As she stopped kissing him and gripped his face with her palms, she giggled. "Too bad, we don't have much time."

"Susan…" Dudley looked at her oval face, her red, long hair in a long plait was a sight to behold. She wasn't tall, but everything else about her body was the definition of curvy grace. "Better stop before your Aunt catches us at the station. I don't want Madam Bones coming after me."

"Hehe, she won't mind, I think." Susan giggled and went in for another deep kiss while gyrating her hips. "Umm… Are you sure we can't meet during the holiday? Maybe we can… do more?"

Dudley slipped one hand into her panties, squeezing from one of the leg's sides. He felt her amazing, tender ass and lingered just an inch away from the other entrance. "I got a lot to do this summer. But I'll try to find t—"

"Oh, what if I bring Hannah too?" Susan suddenly asked, sitting straight on his lap, taking away the warmth of her breasts from him. "You keep glancing at her plump ass, don't you?"

"What? Why are you bringing her into this?" Dudley asked back.

"Hmph!" Susan got up from his lap and sat beside him on the seat. "Why? You kissed her right in front of me, and tried to grab her ass."

Dudley awkwardly scratched his forehead. "T-That was a Truth and Dare game. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Take the penalty and drink the shot. But you kissed her and went further." Susan crossed her arms, pouting. "Seriously, just say it if you like her."

How did this go from us kissing to this so quickly?

"But that was before we started dating," Dudley defended himself. "I mean, she does have a great ass but, I like you more."

"Pfft…" Susan snorted in an attempt to hold her laugh. "Hah, you actually said it. I was just pulling your leg, but you do have a point…"

Susan raised her claws in front of herself and made a squeezing motion. "She does have a pretty fat ass, I can vouch for that."

Man, she's so hard to predict.

Shhh~

The door slid open and Hannah walked in, wearing regular clothing. "What are you two talking about?"

"Your ass." Susan blurted.

"..."

"What?" Hannah squinted her eyes at the two. Unlike Susan, she was more reserved unless slightly drunk. She was easily flustered and had a general lack of self-confidence, often breaking down when unable to tackle some subject. Not to mention, too naive, easily believing Harry was the Heir of Slytherin.

"I'll go get changed." Dudley chose to leave the brewing storm.

"I'll join!" Susan jumped to follow.

Of course, Dudley knew why. He even loved that side of her, open and easygoing with him. But sadly, there was a line in front of the carriage lavatories.

When the train reached the platform, they had to bid farewell with just a hug and a quick touch of lips before departing the cabin, heading different ways to keep their romance hidden from their guardians.

"Why didn't you join us?" Harry asked his brother.

Seeing Hermione was there on the platform too, Dudley shrugged. "Had some calculations to do. It's not so simple to register a private equity firm, Harry."

Having turned 18 just a few days ago, he was now confident about registering his business and entering the big games. Although he could have done that before since the minimum age was 16, he chose to go slow and build a base.

"I can't believe you're taking on school and business simultaneously, all alone! It's going to be brutal, especially with the fifth year around the corner. Honestly, it'll be a nightmare." Hermione warned him in good faith, their friendship was already close enough. "But… I'll be rooting for you."

"Who said I'll be alone?" Dudley smirked at Hermione, "I'll need a pretty, hot secretary too."

"You!" She slapped his shoulder shyly.

"Super hot? Yeah, sure," Ron chuckled from the side.

Hermione glared at him, and Dudley sighed. This Weasley had a lot to learn.

"Come on, Harry. Mum's probably waiting for us." Dudley grabbed his luggage, giving a small smile. "See you later, everyone."

Quickly the two boys dragged their trollies out of the station and headed towards the parking lot. Vernon had stopped getting involved with them by now and never came to send or receive them at the station. It was only Petunia who remained excited.

"Big D…"

"What?" Dudley used to hate that name. But not anymore after growing muscles, and getting rid of that belly. Also, there were more things big about him.

"Don't tell my Mum about school," Harry requested.

"Don't worry about it."

The two soon arrived near the van Petunia drove. By then, the hatred Petunia had for Harry had vanished, and she treated him almost the same as Dudley.

"Oh! There's my pumpkin!" Petunia hugged her son tight and patted his shoulders, noticing he had grown taller yet again. "Oh dear, we'll need new door frames."

Harry laughed at the side and greeted the woman.

After that, they drove to the muggle hospital. Still, Petunia refused to see Lily and chose to spend time in the food court.

Harry and Dudley entered the private room and found Lily's bed fixed in a sitting position with the window blinds open, basking her body in much-needed sunlight.

As absurdly pretty as the first visit. Dudley admired her free red hair and mature face which didn't seem to age much. Even I want to hear her speak at this point.

He stayed standing near the footside while Harry sat beside the bed, holding Lily's hand and telling her about his school year while omitting a lot of details. As always, he got emotional near the end and got up.

"I'll go wash my face." Harry left the room.

At that point, Dudley walked to the side of the bed where Harry sat and admired her face. Thin, red lips that had become dry, a face that looked lively yet lifeless.

"Here, let me help." Dudley noticed a lock of her hair falling across her face and gently tucked it back behind her ear, stepping back respectfully. No matter how he felt, he knew not to overstep, especially when she couldn't respond. "I hope you wake up soon, Aunt Lily. Harry… he needs you more than anyone. I'm there for him, but I'm just his cousin, you know? Now that… that Voldemort is back, maybe it's time you came back too?"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"W-What happened?" Dudley heard the beeps on the medical monitors increasing. "N-Nurse!"

He rushed over and pressed the red button beside her bed.

Clack! Clack!

Lily's body started to shake profusely, shaking the entire bed with her.

"What's going on?" He tried to hold her in place so she wouldn't fall. "Aunt Lily? Can you hear me?"

"Mmm…" Lily made a noise, violently shaking still. "H-Hm-ry… Ary… A-Arry…"

"Harry's coming!" Dudley recognized her words. "He's right here, Aunt Lily."

Woosh!

"Mum!" Harry came rushing into the room with the doctor and nurses beside him. "What happened?!"

"She started shaking and calling for you, Harry!" Dudley explained. "She's waking up!"

"Mum!" Excited and worried, Harry ran to the bed's side.

Dudley had to move near the foot side to give the doctors and nurses some space. He watched everything unfold from there. Harry called for her and she called for him. The doctors injected some medicine into her body at the same time.

"H-arry…" Lily's voice became more clear and distinct.

"Mum!"

Right in that seated position, Lily's eyes started to twitch before slowly opening. She squeezed them back a few times, getting used to the light. It took her a few minutes before the shaking died down and she finally opened her beautiful green eyes.

Don't tell me…

Dudley was at the footside and realized she was looking directly at him, their eyes locked.

Sh-She could hear us all this time?!

Dudley's heart sank in shame. A nervous sweat broke out on his forehead. Although he never touched her, he did admire her plenty with some rare unflattering words.

A-All the unholy things I blurted here… she heard them all?

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Dudley stood there frozen, his breath stuck in his throat. He remembered every single word he had muttered in her unconscious presence over the past few years. All the compliments he had given about her face, about her hair… her.

"Mum!"

Just as Lily locked her gaze with him, she focused back on her son the next moment.

Harry's grip tightened around her hand and Dudley saw him lean in, his voice catching as he whispered, "Mum".

That made her eyes widen.

Dudley didn't dare to interrupt the moment between the mother and son. Rather, he hoped she wouldn't look back at him.

Then, as if that little moment sucked all her strength, her eyes drifted shut again. She was still a long way from being fully healed.

Dudley felt the weight of it all in his own chest. For a moment, he wasn't sure what to say, but instinct took over, and he reached out, laying a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I'll give you some space, Harry," he said in a low voice.

He stepped back, giving Harry a final nod before he left.

As he walked out of the hospital room, he felt uneasy. If Lily had been conscious even though she was unconscious, she probably heard all his babbling… a bit too much, perhaps.

I'm fucked.

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Dudley didn't go to the hospital in the coming weeks as he feared Lily would say something. She was still recovering ever so slowly, waking up for short moments every day. She still couldn't move, however.

In the meantime, he used the funds he got from Harry to start his business. He registered a muggle company, a private equity firm named D&D Capital. Harry wanted nothing to do with it, but Dudley still gave him 5% of the company so in the future there wouldn't be any major conflict between them.

He had grand plans, after all. With so much knowledge of the future, he'd rather kill himself if he couldn't become the wealthiest man in the world. Even more so with the backing of filthy rich friends like Harry Potter.

The entire summer, Dudley focused on setting things up. He had to get an office space in London and hire at least two people to register the company. On top of that, there were multiple tax applications and more.

Of course, he hired Hermione and Harry while he made himself the Chairman. That way, the money remained in the company. Then, he hired a legal consulting company to take care of things he couldn't.

Quickly after setting up the company, he spent day and night at the new office space to plot out his plan to make the first billion dollars. Thankfully, he realized he didn't need to wait for long.

The Asian financial crisis had arrived and soon the Russian financial crisis would too. On top of that, he had eyes on a certain hedge fund that lost $4.6 billion in less than four months as far as he could remember.

He planned to short the vultures themselves and make bank.

By the time September neared, Dudley had multiplied Harry's one million and returned the loan amount as well. It was a great boon to know the future, and even a greater boon to have rich friends.

He finally understood why the super billionaires of the future succeeded initially. Most had families that invested money in their ideas; or came from a background where they had contacts.

For a common man to replicate their level of success was a fool's errand.

But he was confident. In this life, it was time to make history.

If he wasn't the main character of Magical Britain, he very much wanted to be the main character of the muggle world.

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"Take care, son!"

Vernon Dursley waved his hand, standing beside his wife as he watched Harry and Dudley enter the station.

Who says money can't buy happiness? It certainly did for Vernon Dursley. The man had an instant change of heart as soon as he found out that Dudley had opened a muggle company, and already made his first few million. It wasn't that Vernon was greedy for his son's money, he was just excited to earn peak bragging rights about his son.

Well, the new, top-of-the-line, Bentley Continental made things smoother. On top of bragging rights, he had the proof to show that his son was rich. With that, Vernon's hatred for Dudley's magic came to an abrupt end.

"That was easy," Harry muttered, walking side by side with his cousin.

Dudley shrugged, glancing around to see if he could spot Susan and Hannah. He wanted to see the two girls during the summer but he'd been too busy. Thankfully looking around was easy as he was much taller than his peers or most people on the station.

Already standing six feet tall with the possibility of gaining a few more inches, he felt lucky that he got rid of the fat. Not shredded in muscles, he at least had a pretty muscular chest, broad shoulders, and sizable biceps. Harry mocked him often as 'muscle dad bod' but Dudley knew he was better since he didn't have much belly, he was just bulky under his shirt. It was his natural body size that was like a bear.

"How's Aunt Lily?" Dudley asked, trying to keep tabs on her in case she spilled anything to Harry.

"She's doing loads better. Yesterday, she stayed awake for six hours! She even asked for you. You should come with me next time; maybe she'll be out of the hospital by then." Harry's face lit up. "Mum said she'll stay with me for a bit before moving out with me."

"You're moving out?" Dudley looked at his cousin, who he had come to like by now. Although he didn't mind it, not being able to see Harry in the house during long holidays made him unknowingly dejected.

Harry noticed it and gave a reassuring pat on Dudley's shoulder. "Don't worry, Big D. Mum said she's going to get a house on the same street. There isn't enough room for all of us in the current one."

That's much better. Dudley nodded.

He didn't want Petunia to act vengefully with Lily, nor did he want to be very close to Lily in case she heard all the unholy things he blurted. Aside from her being actually pretty, he blamed all the smut he read in his past life. Well, at least he had the sanity to not touch that… that would have been just wrong.

"Let's hurry up now."

The two pushed their trollies, walked straight through the wall, and arrived at Platform 9¾. They had a few bad memories from the last year, well Harry did since Dudley was smart enough to avoid being locked out by Dobby.

Woosh!

In an instant, the steaming engine of the Hogwarts Express appeared before them. They continued to push their trolleys and arrived at the train carriage of their choice.

They soon boarded with their luggage and walked through the corridor, glancing inside each cabin.

Soon enough, the two found Hermione and Ron sitting in one. There was also a third figure seated beside the window, sleeping with his face covered.

"Hey, Ron." Dudley waved and then looked at the bushy-haired girl. "Did you read the book I gave you, Hermione?"

Her thin brows creased together. She took out the book from her bag and gave it back to Dudley. "I did try, Dudley. But it's really complex mathematics. I made an effort to understand, but I only got through about half of it."

He gave a reassuring smile and pushed the book back to her. "I'll help you out then. Find me in the library when you have time."

"You will? I'd love to learn fro—"

"Ugh, look at these two," Ron chimed in for no reason. "Already chattering about studying."

Dudley chuckled at Ron's comment and retreated to the sliding door. "That's the price you pay to get rich, Ron."

"Blimey, that's a pretty hefty price, if you ask me. Smashing your face in books all day, every day."

Dudley honestly wanted to help the Weasleys, but Ron wasn't the one he should start with, he reckoned. Dudley sighed and left, not wanting the sleeping professor to wake up.

He had no plan of sitting with Harry on that train and getting assaulted by Dementors. "I'll go find my housemates."

"See you in the Great Hall." Harry waved back.

Dudley walked past many cabins.

"Hey, Dudley!"

"Morning, Dudley!"

He wasn't the most popular guy in the school but he wasn't obscure either. Even the few passing Slytherin girls greeted him.

"Thanks for the Rooster Whistle, Dudley." Cedric patted his shoulder as he walked past him.

During the Chamber of Secrets insanity, Dudley's invention had helped and saved many students. Even if they were never in danger, for example, the purebloods of Slytherin, his whistle still gave them a sense of safety. For that, most were grateful.

"There you are!" Dudley loudly slid the door open and stepped inside the cabin occupied by two girls—Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot.

They were his only close friends in his House in the same year since he already knew about the two, and getting closer to them was easy. He liked Cedric too, but due to the difference in years, he didn't bother him too much.

They're angry? Dudley noticed they weren't looking at him or replying to him. Well, I did cancel meet-up plans twice.

"I know, I know, I should've met up with you two sooner. I've just been really busy starting my business. And it's actually going well! I've done alright—already made a few million," Dudley declared and noticed Susan flinch a bit at his declaration. She was excited.

"Oh, and I brought you two presents."

"Presents?" Susan's head turned towards him instantly, her blue eyes akin to a cat's. She jumped up and hugged his right arm, squeezing it between her soft, school-wide famous assets. "What presents?"

I knew she'd fold. Dudley savored the softness of her voluptuous breasts for a few moments and eyed Hannah. She's still too shy.

"For you, since you're always saying how much you hate writing, I got you one of those fancy self-writing quills—it does eighty words a minute!" Dudley freed himself from her heavenly embrace and took out the box from his bag. Then, he looked at Hannah, who was expectantly looking at him, "And for you, Hannah, I got this enchanted teddy bear. The lady at the shop said it's supposed to calm you down when you hug it… hope I didn't get ripped off."

Hannah instantly hugged it against her chest, arms crossed. She smiled widely, "Thank you, Dudley. I'll tell you if it works tomorrow."

Did it work? Dudley noticed her sudden confident reply without any stutters.

"This isn't enough," Susan said with a grin as she eyed her gift, then glanced up at his face, a playful glint in her eyes. "You owe me and Hannah an all-expenses-paid trip to Hogsmeade later—seeing as you're so well-off now."

"Having the company of the two prettiest girls in Hogwarts on a drinking night? Susan, you don't even need to ask."

"Buttering us up won't help you, buddy." Susan took her seat again. "Prove it with actions."

Dudley also sat down, very close to Susan, pushing her towards the window until there was no room left. She was already in her school uniform, so he slid one hand under her black skirt and felt her thighs over the dark stockings. "Like this?"

"Oh really?" Susan reciprocated and pressed her spread hand on his growing erection.

Dudley didn't back down and raised his hand upward on her thigh, nearing her faintly steamy flower.

She was so soft with all that flesh, the true definition of a curvy beauty. Although she had a pretty average ass, her thighs and breasts were just heavenly.

It was impossible to control himself, so his erection grew to full length, a size that Susan loved to grab with her hand as she struggled to surround her fingers around him. She heartily agreed with the 'Big D' nickname that Harry had given him. Albeit for different reasons.

She did that there too, grabbing his girth over his pants, giving gentle, faint strokes.

"Guys, let's not go overboard on the train."

The two looked at Hannah and scoffed at the same time, ignoring her complaint. They looked back at each other, their faces nearing ever so slowly for a kiss. They weren't openly dating, but they loved teasing each other.

She's wild. I'm glad I came to Hufflepuff.

Creak!

The wizard gods had something else planned, however. The train's wheels screeched loudly and it came to a halt with a heavy jolt. It was raining outside, and the cabin of the train was dimly lit. The air felt depressing and particularly cold.

"What's going on?" Susan retracted her hand and looked out of the window. They had stopped on a bridge.

Dudley still kept his palm under her skirt since he already knew what was coming, and he was in no mood to leave her warm legs. She didn't mind, it seemed, and kept looking outside.

Will Dementors attack me? Wait, which memory will they register from my body? Old Dudley's or my past life?

"Aaaah! Look… There!" Hannah yelled in panic abruptly and jumped towards Dudley.

Shhhh~

Dudley heard the expected rustling and pushed Hannah onto Susan instead, making her land face-to-face on Susan's lap. He pinned both girls in the corner by the window side and shielded their backs with his body.

Fuck! Not now!

As he hugged Hannah from behind, covering both girls with his large body, he became aware of what Susan lacked Hannah had bountiful. Round, soft, absolutely bouncy, and fleshy ass. Enough to make his erection rise again with a rigid probe between her crack that he could so vividly sense.

She was hiding all this under her long skirts? Dudley wasn't at all worried about the Dementor behind him. Heck, his interest in the two girls peaked there thanks to the bloody creature.

Yeah, he accepted he was a little perverted. But it wasn't like he didn't plan on dating and doing witches from the beginning. One of the main goals of studying at Hogwarts was just that.

"It's a Dementor," Dudley informed them, maintaining the position behind the blonde-haired girl. "It must be looking for Sirius Black. Don't move, it'll leave soon enough."

It was insanely hot being pressed against Hannah's bum. He loved that softness and truly wanted to slide between them. Sadly, up until now, he'd only received Susan's willing lips a few times. The main course was yet to be tasted.

Creak~

Dudley kept shielding them until the train resumed moving. When he heard the wheel screeching again, he stepped back and sat down quickly, trying to hide his erection.

Hannah had felt it firsthand, so she quietly returned to her seat, red-faced. Susan also noticed the hill in his pants and smirked.

Kinda feels embarrassing.

"Thank you, my dear savior." Susan teasingly blurted. "But I'm still shaken. Can I…"

Fucking hell! Not making things any better, huh?

Susan knew what she was doing and sat down on his lap, her back against his chest. She reclined back shamelessly.

"You started it." Dudley declared and moved.

"What do you mea—Ah!"

He palmed her succulent, large breasts over her white shirt. It was a fun game that the two continued to play until the train arrived at Hogsmeade station.

They never crossed the boundary between playing around and public indecency. Going only as far as touching and kissing, they kept Hannah warm and on the edge the whole journey.

It was impossible for the blond-haired timid girl not to feel anything after seeing them.

####

"Focus on this part…"

In the last class of the day, Dudley sat in the Arithmancy classroom with his classmates, deeply engrossed in the complex charts and equations Professor Septima Vector had given.

Lines of magical numbers and formulas sprawled across the board. To him, it was like watching pieces of a great puzzle shift and snap into place. Somehow, he was able to make sense of them far more easily than his classmates.

"Mr. Dursley," Professor Vector interrupted him as she approached his table, her eyebrow arching in approval as she caught him scribbling furiously in his notes, "You seem to have a natural grasp on magical numerology. Are you familiar with calculus in the muggle world?"

Dudley hesitated, a smile forming as he thought back to his previous life. "A bit. But I think I like Arithmancy better. Feels… I don't know, more real?"

Nodding, Professor Vector moved on, and Dudley continued to focus on the book. He wrote, drew lines, and connected the dots over and over again.

Late in the evening, in the Great Hall, Dudley sat with his notes. It had been a long day, but he knew the 'hard work' was essential for the rewards he needed. Especially for what he had planned—and that could help him get rich so much more.

Ah… he could almost picture himself behind a polished table, reading some papers, with two lips wrapped around his co—

Focus!

He shook his head and got back to work. It was a race against time as many years had gone by already. He couldn't afford to miss the next few months.

But soon he felt a pat on his shoulder. "Hermione?"

"Dudley," she uttered, casting a quick glance at his notebook, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. "I've never seen anyone blend Arithmancy and muggle concepts like this. Where did you learn all this?"

Dudley shrugged, trying to downplay the hours he'd spent poring over both muggle and wizarding books, and completely ignoring the fact that Hermione had come all the way over to the Hufflepuff table for him. "Just bits and pieces. Arithmancy feels like… like it's connecting two worlds, you know? It's like there's magic in muggle numbers, too."

Hermione's eyes sparkled, a rare look of admiration passing through her gaze. "Even though we both come from muggle backgrounds, I never thought of it that way." She hesitated, then added, "If you ever need help, I'd love to learn more."

Help? Ah, she wants to learn from me? Well, I did offer her.

Their eyes met, and Dudley felt interested in her in more than academic ways. The girl was both—beauty and brains. But well…

"Sure, let's meet in the library later." was all he could say, not wanting to seem like a creep.

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Dudley's newfound attention to detail didn't stop at Arithmancy. The subject was like a magic spice that improved one's understanding and efficiency in other magical tasks.

His zeal found a surprising application in Potions, a class he'd once thought of as a bore, filled with too many measurements and endless stirring. But now, with a slight twist, he realized the value of Arithmancy's application.

The strict demands of potion-making echoed what he'd learned in Arithmancy—the need for balance, timing, and subtle adjustments. Why stir left? Why ten times? Everything had a reason. And it all could be calculated using magical properties of numbers.

That day, Snape had assigned the class to brew a draught that calmed the nerves, a potion requiring delicate attention to measurements and timing. It was meant for fourth years, but Snape liked to torment whole classes on occasion.

Dudley noticed most of his classmates either bungling the measurements or adding ingredients out of order. It was chaos all around.

Meanwhile, he carefully stirred his cauldron clockwise three times, then counterclockwise once, just as the instructions dictated to the very minute level. It wasn't just the direction of the stir, but also the angle at which one should hold the spoon and the strength behind each stir—something he derived from his study.

Soon, as the liquid turned the perfect shade of silvery green, Dudley's confidence surged.

Eventually, Snape arrived at his table after scolding some other Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. When he reached Dudley's cauldron, he paused, watching the subtle, even simmer of the brew.

For a tense moment, Dudley thought he'd missed some minor step. But then, Snape gave a slight nod, his voice as cold as ever and face without expressions.

"Competently brewed, Mr. Dursley. It seems there's hope for you yet."

The acknowledgment was brief, but Dudley felt an unexpected thrill from it. Snape rarely gave compliments, and though the words were harsh, he sensed the underlying approval.

But that small event solidified his doubts. Arithmancy had so many applications that it was like an unexplored goldmine. He didn't know if he was the first to realize it, but he did have some guesses as to why he might be the first.

After all, how common are reincarnations? Let alone the reincarnation of a guy with talents in mathematics? Furthermore, even muggle-borns who enter Hogwarts don't get to study their muggle subjects with that kind of depth before their focus gets swept away by the lure of magic.

He had the boon of expert knowledge in mathematics as well as access to magic.

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November rolled in pretty quickly. Quidditch season arrived, and Hufflepuff was to play against Gryffindor.

"I know you're proud of our House, but you can't just ignore the record. And Cedric's still new as captain. I'd bet Harry's going to catch the Snitch again. Besides, look at this storm—how could anyone play well in that?"

Seated in the high seats of the audience tower with an umbrella, Dudley's ears perked up as he heard Susan's confident proclamation. "Sure, let's bet."

"Oh, it'll be a good match, but I'll admit—Hufflepuff's got a tough climb with the records stacked against us. Still, I'm game for a little wager… say, ten Galleons?" Susan offered with a confident smirk.

Dudley hummed and smiled wickedly. "Alright, if I lose, I'll pay you ten Galleons, and if you lose… I want… A moment alone with you… just the two of us."

"Oh?"

"Bet?" He raised his right hand to seal the deal.

Clap!

Susan wasn't one to back down. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't want to fool around with him either. "It's a win-win for me, hah!"

Right then, the whistles resounded. The game started, and it was intense from the start. The raining thunderstorm made it impossible to fly at full speed and also play with accuracy. Furthermore, it was hard for the audience to watch too.

Dudley didn't bother getting excited and instead ate some snacks, especially the ones with pineapple flavor. Susan jumped excitedly beside him whenever something happened, but he simply gazed upwards, waiting for the Dementors.

Boom!

As he expected, thunder boomed and the audience gasped. Dumbledore rose from his seat and stopped Harry's massive fall before dealing with the Dementors. Then, the old man placed Harry on a hovering stretcher and took him into the castle.

Right then, Cedric caught the Snitch, and the game ended with a shocking Hufflepuff victory.

"No way!" Susan shouted, glancing at Dudley and the field alternately. "W-What… How? No, how did you guess that?!"

Dudley eyed her so heatedly that he almost undressed her with just his gaze. Nevertheless, he gloated in his seat, arms crossed. "Arithmancy is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be… unnatural."

"You can guess the future with Arithmancy?" Susan almost jumped onto his lap at the speed she sat down beside him. She hid one hand behind her back, "How many fingers am I holding?"

"..."

This girl…

"It requires complex calculations, Susan. I'm not Professor Trelawney. I only calculate probabilities, not see the future like a Seer."

Susan gulped and lowered her voice. "C-Can I invest in your company? I'll tell my aunt to throw all her money into it."

"Invest? I don't need investors now. But I can manage your assets for a ten percent cut of all profits. I can definitely help you multiply your money manifold."

"I don't even know what that means but I'm in." Susan hugged his arm and winked. "So, where do we go now?"

It really is a win-win for her.

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Dudley had done enough research to come up with the best places to have some private moments. The Chamber of Secrets and the Room of Requirement were solid options. But he didn't have the time, or the desire, to access them right now. So, he settled for his personal discovery.

Since the Hufflepuff common room was on the same level as the Hogwarts kitchen, he roamed around that entire floor and soon found a few unused small storerooms. He picked the one that had the most cobwebs, filled with wooden crates and barrels, the place smelled old, but it was clear that no one, or no elf, had shown up there in a very long time.

After a quick cleaning and dusting, he was proud of his little secret sanctuary. Only Susan and Hannah knew about it as they also used it often to… play with themselves.

This time, however, he had some beautiful company.

They carefully entered the storeroom and locked the door behind them. Dudley could already hear Susan's giggles in the dark. So he waved his wand and a lone candle deep inside the room's corner lit up, providing a bit of flickering illumination. Enough for both of them to savor each other's shadowy profile.

Then, Dudley waved his wand a second time, and the gaps under the door got covered with a thick piece of cloth. It was the usual standard procedure for them before using the room, careful enough so that no one who happened to pass by could see the light inside.

"Perfect." He muttered and looked back at Susan, waiting patiently behind him. Without a second thought, he walked up to her and ran one hand around her waist.

"Oh!" Susan squealed a little as he pulled her closer with his strong arm. "So impatient…" she said, giggling with excitement.

Dudley's other hand caresses her pale cheek. His face inching closer and closer and finally landed a deep, soothing kiss.

Tongues intertwined as they suckled on each other's lips. Swapping drool with the ravenous eagerness of young adults at the peak of their hormonal needs.

They both became breathless soon enough.

Susan finally gave in, pulling away and resting her chin on his upper chest as she gazed up at him.

"So, what's the plan?" She asked, standing against him a bit awkwardly. "I… I'd love to do 'it' but I don't think I'm ready for that yet… I'm sore—"

Dudley suddenly kissed her again, stopping her pretty little, flushed lips from dulling his heat. "Shh… I know, and I don't want that either. Let's experiment a little… let's try a sixty-nine."

Susan wheezed a little and then chuckled, "I like the way you think."

She looked at the six wooden crates in the middle of the room, covered with a gray sheet of cloth that they used individually before. She glanced back at Dudley, biting her lip with a sultry look.

Breaking away from Dudley's arms, she started walking towards the makeshift bed, taking off her clothes one by one. Her sweater and muffler were thrown to the floor, her shirt unbuttoned and set aside on a barrel, and finally her jeans.

Susan wiggled out of her jeans, making sure Dudley got a view of her tight, smooth ass. Then she turned her face to lustfully look at him while only showing him her back. She unclasped her bra and threw it at him. "You coming?"

Dudley couldn't take his eyes off her curving back, ignoring the bra clinging to his shoulder. Her sloping hips, and the way she held her side-spilling breast with both arms; He couldn't wait to turn her around fully, and relish the magnificent view.

Dudley quickly took off all his clothes, moving much faster. He stood there completely naked and went closer to Susan, turning her around by the shoulders.

As soon as he caught a good view of her breasts, he gulped.

They were perfect, so ripe he couldn't wait to pluck them. So soft looking, he almost wanted to grip them hard right then and there, and their size was simply magnificent. The tight rosy nipples were surrounded by small areola. There were faint veins visible on her pale skin, and they honestly made it feel hotter.

He hugged her waist and pulled her into him, kissing her again. His soft kisses went lower and lower, leaving faint marks on her neck and upper chest. Eventually, his tongue found what it was looking for, suckling the lustrous, marshmallowy flesh and hardened nipples.

"Ummm…" Susan moaned, feeling the tickling sensations around her taut peaks. The subtle suckling and flicks built up heat in her loins.

Dudley enjoyed tasting her swells thoroughly, his hands never leaving her small bottom, and kneaded her ass the same way.

After a while, while still eating her nipples up, he gently pushed their bodies closer and closer to the makeshift bed.

"Lie down, Dudley." Susan breathily said as she nudged him a little, hoping to straddle his face.

Dudley let go of her nipple from his tugging lips with a pop.

"Oh, we're doing things differently this time. You lie down, Susan." Dudley mischievously lifted her by her ass and placed her on the crates, not forgetting to squeeze her assets a little while at it.

"Umm… So you're taking control this time?" Susan teased, a bit excited from the thrill of it.

"You can lie down and enjoy"

Susan grinned excitedly and reclined flat, her red hair spread out on the gray sheet.

Dudley took a moment to enjoy the sight of her undulating belly and large breasts, squished down by gravity. They looked larger, like melting yolk, freshly dropped on a sizzling hot pan. He couldn't wait to devour her, and while his cock stifled her moans.

Dudley carefully got on top of her, knees spread on the sides of her face. His bullish, heavy, sizable cock was dangling and already slapping across her nose and lips, its steamy scent and the heat evident.

At the same time, Dudley spread her legs apart and leaned down to press his lips on her clean-shaven, rosy pussy lips. As her knees widened, her petals bloomed like a fresh flower, open for his tongue. He licked the length of her slit, feeling her body shiver under him as his tongue entered her heavenly portal. He easily found her clitoris, like a swollen little red button. He licked her wide a couple of times, suckling on her nub when he felt her lips surround his throbbing knob.

When Susan moaned a little louder from his nibbling, Dudley began to thrust his hips down, shoving his rock-hard cock into her welcoming mouth. He felt her tongue struggling to massage his hot cock with long wet wipes, slithering around his cockhead and trailing along his length.

But once she started to suckle him, he began to move his hips up and down, fucking her mouth entirely to his pleasuring need. He went in deeper, feeling the back of her throat on his crown with each dip below.

He tried to focus on his own meal, but the divine sensations on his rigid length were almost too much.

The way her lips stretched around his girth, squeezing him as she sucked, felt otherworldly. His cock went as deep as it could, slamming into her throat. When his full throbbing erection couldn't go deeper, he felt her slender fingers aiding, circling his base with slippery strokes. Her ticklish breath also caressed the bottom of his cock. The heat of her mouth and the coolness of her slobbering saliva intermingled on his sensitive skin.

Susan's belly suddenly tightened, stimulated by Dudley's relentless poking tongue. With two hands on the base of her thighs, he used his thumbs to widen her soaked petals and dragged his tongue down from her sensitive love hole to her slippery little bundle of nerves. Then, he sucked her clit hard, catching it between his lips.

"Ummmmhh!" Susan loudly moaned onto his cock deliriously as her sweet lava flowed, the climax flooding her entrance into an oily slip and slide for Dudley's wiggling tongue. She writhed underneath him and rode that high with pure ecstasy.

Dudley felt the breathtaking vacuum seal around his cock when she came. His cock was pressed against the ceiling of her mouth, milked and squeezed to no end. The twitch in his loins turned into heavy throbs, his batter ready to burst.

"Gk.. Susan!" He muttered, almost wanting to protest at how aggressively erotic her mouth was. He was hoping to last longer than that initially.

With one last strong thrust, he settled deep in her throat, his balls shamelessly teasing her nose as he let out a burst of heavy cream. It came in waves as he poured his sticky, white pulsing climax into her, indulging in the engulfing delightful sensation around his cock the more he sprayed with each jolt.

The little convulsions made him thrust a bit more into her throat, gagging her to no end with his batter. But he quickly pulled up to give her space to swallow and breathe.

Yet, Susan didn't stop her wild slurps, gulping down every last bit of his seeds. She guzzled him down with thirst, licking him clean as his cock started to calm down inside her mouth. The tip of her tongue explored every nook and cranny, gliding on the smooth, wet surface.

While feeling the last twitches in his loins, Dudley also kept going. He lapped up her sweet nectar, letting his tongue scoop up all he could from her trembling pussy, matching his wildness with hers.

They both continued to eat each other out thoroughly until they returned from their high. Sweating and panting, stuck to each other's body.

"Ugh…" With a panting groan, Dudley pulled out his calming length from her hot mouth and quickly changed position to lay beside his redheaded lover, and suckled her breasts to his heart's desire.

"Aaaah~" Susan moaned, arching her chest up to welcome him and hugged his head.

Knock! Knock!

"Are you guys serious? When are you two not horny?"

Dudley looked towards the door with a big grin. There was only one other girl who knew how to access that room with their pre-decided passcode. "Oh, look at this shameless girl."

"Hehe…" Susan also looked, feeling so thoroughly spent from his tongue fucking. "Hannah, we know you touch yourself while listening to both of us. You know what, take a seat and enjoy the live show—oh!"

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Dudley continued to rub his flaccid length on Susan's blushing petals while leaning on top of her. His hands thoroughly molded her tender swells while her peaks slipped out between his fingers, suckled by his hungry lips. His tongue slithered around each tip, left and right, enjoying their taste to the fullest.

His hands were focused on Susan, but his eyes kept gazing at Hannah to the side, who was biting her bottom lip and rubbing her thighs together as she watched in silence. She looked at him from time to time, stealing glances. It looked like she was too shy and embarrassed.

He smiled when he noticed her sitting down on a crate, slowly removed her own cream-colored panties, and gently lifted her skirt to her plump, squeezable thighs.

Hannah spread her pale legs apart and slowly brushed her finger down her waist. She let out a long, hot breath when her hand finally reached the heated core of her loins.

Dudley could almost hear her heavy exhales.

"Looks like someone couldn't hold it in…" Dudley whispered to Susan as he buried his face between her amazingly soft, large bosom, taking in her lewd scent.

"Ummm?" Susan moaned a little then finally took a look herself. She giggled a little and continued to watch her friend pleasure herself with panting breaths from the corner of her eye.

"Oohhh oohh…" Hannah moaned softly with her eyes closed, unaware of the two people watching her slip her middle finger inside herself, again and again. Her heating core lay exposed to the damp cold air of the room, the contrast causing her to shiver.

Her pussy felt so hot inside, her dry fingers brushing against her damp, sensitive petals. More and more juices leaked out in response to her self-pleasure, letting her finger ticklishly glide over her twitching gates. All she knew was wanting more, craving that wondrous feeling as she kept fingering herself, in and out. Her finger entered shallowly, only the tip, but ticklish enough for a virgin like her.

"Ummm… Oohh…" She mewled, sounding as if begging for the real thing from Dudley. Her eyes tightly closed, immersing herself in pleasure.

Susan and Dudley both watched as the blonde-haired gullible girl moaned and fingered herself. A lustful thrill built up once again in their loins. Somehow knowing she was doing it because of them made it even hotter, almost wanting to tease and teach her even more worldly pleasures.

Susan smiled mischievously and suddenly locked her legs around Dudley's waist and squeezed him hard, pulling his soft cock closer to smush against her spent and spilled core. Her hips drew circles, grinding her wetness against his growing flesh. She took pleasure in the contrast of his dry cock on her moist lower lips. She kept humping into with bliss, letting his cockhead press against her clitoris, smearing her subtly, still leaking honey all over his cock.

Dudley looked down at her face in confusion. As far as he knew, she wasn't ready for 'that' yet. "Are you sure? You know it won't end with just outside, right?"

"Not that… You—oh.. W-want her too?" Susan perked up one brow as she asked between moans, looking at him with a seductive, naughty gaze.

Dudley's fondling paused for a moment, shocked. "What?"

"Hehe…" Susan giggled under him and looked sideways at Hannah, so lost in the ecstasy of her core and fingers. Susan then wriggled her hips, rubbing her tight pussy all over his cock. "This amazing to–ol… it'd be a shame if only I get eeeh–it."

Dudley knew Susan was one daring and exciting girl, but this was a lot. He wondered if she was serious or just testing him. Of course, he was tempted. Hannah was pretty and had a great, well-padded bottom, clear from the way her skirt swayed a little too high when he had walked behind her a couple of times before.

He had already imagined the things he could do to her while smacking that fully-rounded ass. This was his second time at the peak of his hormonal youth, why deny it?

"Go, help her… I'll join too, hehe."

"Are you sure?" Dudley asked again, just to be sure.

Susan rolled her eyes and freed him from the squeeze of her slender legs. "We're not dating, are we? Besides, it's exciting, right? She secretly gives you those looks, I know she wants you too."

"And you?"

Susan squeezed her arm between their chests and stretched her hand to grab his slowly regrowing shaft. She gave him a few teasing strokes, letting her fingers slide along his length. "I'm not stingy and I already have you, right?"

"You do." Dudley slid off of Susan's body, making sure the crown of his cock slid down and scraped along her slit. His chest smushed her breasts and dragged along the smooth skin of her body as he did so.

Still, without a thread on his body, he walked over to Hannah.

Even now, she was lost in the land of ecstasy not realizing how close Dudley was. Her eyes were still closed, her legs wide open while she had placed both her bent knees to her sides, her back half leaning against another crate stacked behind her.

He stared at the view, her drenched pussy, as if demanding something more. Her face was flustered and she looked as cute as she was hot. He leaned over her without touching her at first, placing his left palm on the crate behind her.

Then, in an instant added a finger from his right hand to her blonde hair patched, rosy pussy, squelching already. He let his finger sink into her quickly, letting it curl up to her most sensitive spot.

Hannah opened her eyes wide in shock. She pulled her hands away from the junction of her thighs, but her trembling lips couldn't say a word.

"Shhh…" Dudley warmly smiled and leaned closer to her face. He placed his forehead against hers. "Close your eyes. Just… feel it."

The panic vanished as Hannah closed her eyes once again, her lips bitten tight as she felt the foreign thing sliding into her core. Her hand that was previously inside her now grabbed Dudley's arm which was moving and churning her soaking inner walls.

Half out of protest, half out of primal greed, almost wanting him to go even deeper. She didn't know what to do, gripping his arm out of sheer instinct.

Dudley moved slowly at first, letting her feel his thick fingers scrape along her pink walls. The wet squelches became louder as he started to move faster, pulling out the slippery nectar of her loins. Slippery and deep, he finger fucked her until his palm would smack against her swollen bundle of nerves.

He enjoyed the muffled sound that she made, stifled squeaking and humming with the rhythm of his petal plucking fingers as she tried hard not to cry out in ecstasy. But then he added a second finger, stretching her pussy lips wider, his fingers twisted and turned inside her with the flick and curl of his digits.

Hannah squealed a little, trying hard to stifle her gasp with her pursed lips. She grabbed his arm with both hands, her ass squirming and her plump thighs jiggling and twitching with every move. His fingers felt so hot and rugged inside her, larger than her own slender fingers could ever feel like. Her petals felt stretched, more than she had ever felt before. But somehow, it felt so good, so wonderful that she wanted more and more.

Dudley couldn't take his eyes off of her blushing, expression-filled face. Every twitch of her lips, every bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. She looked so hot that he already felt the strain in his cock, urging him to unleash it.

And then, as if his silent desire was heard, without warning, Susan suddenly hugged him from behind, her soft, glistening breasts plastered on his back.

"I did say I'll join."

She reached around with one hand and started stroking his cock, pulling his skin back to expose his purple mushroom head. She could feel his twitching need in her hands, wanting more of her affection. But then she grabbed Hannah's hand from Dudley's arm and guided the blonde's hand with hers, stroking Dudley with both their palms at the same time.

His blatant, veiny, magnificent arousal, accommodated both their hands on his length. Pulsating and throbbing as he felt their slender fingers slither down his rigid source of heat. Those soft and smaller palms massaging his cockhead, almost trying to milk him completely.

"Gggh…" Dudley groaned. He finally leaned down even lower and dropped a kiss on Hanna's lips.

Hannah jolted a little in shock at first. But then, she accepted his invading tongue, letting the thirst in her body take over.

She suckled his tongue between her lips, letting his wild extended flesh stroke and crawl along her tongue. Allowing him to do whatever he wanted in her mouth since it was her first kiss. Her one hand wildly rubbed and gripped his chest almost as if she was searching for something more, the other stroked his cock with Susan's hand.

Dudley was drowning in bliss, the two hands on his cock felt utterly enthralling. Susan's softly trailing nails on his shaft shot a thrill up his spine, while Hanna's gentle palm brushed around his smooth cockhead. When they both glided together along his length, the squeezing massages felt heavenly. His cock wouldn't stop throbbing, it all felt so warm, so good, as if he was smothered in silk, attended to by two beauties.

His fingers moved even faster, fucking Hannah until his entire hand was covered in her drooling essence. His mouth kept going, kissing the mouth that he had never touched before, her lips felt so juicy and warm. He could feel her twitch under him, her muscles starting to knot up around his thrusting fingers.

Hannah suddenly froze, her belly arching up as her back and head pushed against the crate with some force. She teetered on the edge of release, her body stiffening in utter bliss.

Dudley released her lips, letting her muffled moans come out freely as his fingers drummed on her treasured spot. He pushed her to the edge of oblivion when he added long, rough strokes of his thumb on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"O–o.. Ahhhh…!" Hannah reached her peak, bordering a squirt with how much she came. She erupted in dazzling undulations, gulping and panting as wild moans escaped her lips. Her lubricating release bursts out and splashes on Dudley's thick hardness.

Dudley pulled out his fingers and right then, leaned forward on the crate behind Hannah with both hands, hovering his face near her. He grimaced as he felt his own release coming, pushing him up to cloud nine.

Hannah's hand gripped harder when she climaxed, milking him with a trembling hand, but Susan kept going, stroking his tense cock with the help of Hannah's creamy, hot culmination.

He convulsed, feeling the lightning bolts of fulfillment course through his body. He splashed a fat spray of batter on Hannah's dripping wet, spread pussy, spraying all over her loins and thighs with a creamy mess.

Hannah felt the sticky white cream all over her legs and stopped stroking him, but Susan continued from behind. She rubbed her palm all over his leaking tip, making her hand messy with Dudley's cum.

"Ummm… Tasty…" Susan retracted her hand a minute later and licked her slimy palm as she eyed him and casually sat beside Hannah, dropping her tight ass tiredly.

She spread her legs the same way Hannah did, fully knowing what Dudley would think up. She teased him with a hint of what he can expect in the future—two beauties, spreading their glistening pussies for him to invade however he wanted.

Dudley's panting breath almost choked at the beautiful view, and he thanked whichever god brought him into this world in this life. Although he came for a second time, he wanted to do more, but there were certainly limits to the human body.

He looked back at Hannah's flushed face and sighed. He wanted to see her naked but knew that doing that so quickly would ruin the mood. Her clothes were her comfort zone, and even revealing her pussy must have been a hard thing for her.

"Girls, I think we should go back now." Dudley walked back to the makeshift bed and grabbed his clothes. "I'll go check up on Harry."

"Oh, I have an assignment to finish." Susan chirped and skipped over to put on her clothes too, her mood at an all-time high. Having 'almost' sex was the best, according to her. "What are you waiting for, Hannah? Grab your panties… unless you wanna flash him your pussy all night."

"Ah!" Hannah seemingly woke up from a stupor, too spent from her life's first climax because of a hand that wasn't hers. "Y-Yes… I mean, I'm coming."

"You already did," Susan teased her friend, grinning.

Embarrassed, Hannah grabbed her panties and wore them over her legs, not even bothering to wipe away the mess that Dudley had sprayed between her legs. It honestly made him aroused, and also a bit confused.

She didn't clean knowingly, or is she just… too flustered?

"I'll see you two tomorrow." Dudley fixed his hair at last and headed to the door. "Oh, get in touch with your aunt, Susan, if you seriously want me to manage her assets."

Susan raised her thumb and winked. "Sure, I'll tell her that I know a boy who loves to eat her niece out and ravage her throat with his big stick and…"

Dudley just left at that point, scared he'd be hard once again, and this time he'd want to taste the warmth of her tight inner walls instead.

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Dudley entered the Hospital Wing late at night. Most of the visitors from Gryffindor, or the teachers had already met Harry and left. The place was also empty, all but one bed was occupied in the dimly lit hall.

"Harry Potter is snoring? I can sell the scoop to Rita." Dudley approached the bed and patted Harry's figure.

"Dud?" Harry shifted in the bed sleepily and tapped around on the side table to find his glasses.

Dudley helped him get them and took a seat beside the bed. Seeing Harry get up and sit, he reckoned he wasn't badly hurt. "What's with you and Dementors wanting to suck you off?"

"That… sounds wrong." Harry frowned.

"Hah, that was the intent, buddy." Dudley relaxed back in the chair. "How bad is it?"

"I'm fine, but I broke my broom."

Dudley folded his arms, "You're filthy rich, Harry. Just get a new one."

Harry wasn't much bothered about the broom. He sighed deeply and looked at his hands. "I asked Dumbledore about it. Why were the Dementors after me? He said that they feed off bad memories, but I don't think I have that many of those."

"I'm sorry to say this, Harry, but... well, Mum and Dad weren't kind to you at first. Not one bit. And that night in Godric's Hollow... I don't think bad memories ever really go away. They just sort of hide, you know?" Dudley replied, not knowing what possessed him to say that. He did have a few demons of his own inherited from his last life. "Anyway, I read about how to deal with your soul-sucking lovers—Patronus Charm, that's what it's called. Might be tough, but maybe you could ask Professor Lupin to show you."

"There is?" Harry looked at him with hope.

"Don't believe me, I only read about it. Ask the professor personally when you get the time," Dudley replied and stood up again since curfew time was nearing. "By the way, I'll be going home for the Christmas holiday."

"I'll go too. Mum can even write and send me letters now, Dudley. Bet she'll be out of the hospital by this holiday. Dumbledore also visited and said that might actually happen." Harry excitedly replied. "I'll spend this Christmas with her."

That means I'll be facing her.

Dudley smiled and patted Harry's shoulder. "That's great, Harry. The party's on me then. Let's all gather up on Christmas and celebrate. Maybe call Hermione and her family too, it'll be easier for them—"

"She's not going. She's too caught up in saving Buckbeak. Malfoy's dad's set on going after him, the poor thing."

Dudley rubbed his chin at that and hummed. He knew that Hermione was highly emotional when it came to protecting the unjustly persecuted. "I'll see what I can do."

"What will you do?"

Dudley laughed and started walking out.

"Harry, the faster you learn this the better—Money is one heck of a thing to have."

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"I told you we'd lose." Dudley proudly walked between Susan and Hannah.

It was snowing, and it was a bright day. It was just one day from the end of term and the start of the holiday, so the students were allowed to visit Hogsmeade.

During the most recent quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, Susan bet on Hufflepuff winning, and Dudley bet on the opposite. Of course, she lost and now had to get him and Hannah big glasses of Butterbeer.

Susan pouted, draped in an oversized fur coat, her hands covered in gloves, and a beanie on her head. "I've learned my lesson. Besides, you're a cheater."

Sounds about right. Knowing the future is a major cheat. Dudley chuckled inside, not minding the friendly banter with his 'almost' girlfriend.

Standing tall, he liked wearing more formal but casual clothing, meaning nice pants, long coats, sweaters, and mufflers. He liked the attention he got from the opposite gender too.

"What? How am I a cheater?" He asked.

"You can predict the future. That's a cheat if you ask me, isn't that right, Hannah?" Susan leaned her head forward and looked at Dudley's other side. The blonde was dressed to impress that day, a knee-length skirt, black fleece stockings, cute boots, and a blazer on top with a muffler matching Dudley's. She almost felt jealous of not having that muffler.

"That… I-I don't know. I've seen Dudley do the calculations. They take a lot of time and mental ability. I don't think it's cheating, more like… skill?" Hannah timidly replied, in her usual lack of self-confidence.

Dudley laughed and quickly wrapped one arm around Hannah's shoulder and pulled her closer. She was slightly taller than Susan, but not much different in physique, between slender and chubby, and pretty shapely around her lower parts. "See? She gets me, Susan. Now, stop trying to wriggle out of your loss and buy me the damn drink."

"Tsk… A millionaire trying to rip off a poor student," Susan complained and led Dudley and Hannah into the Three Broomsticks Inn.

The place was packed already, but they quickly found a group of Ravenclaw students at a large table and joined them. They were all friends already since Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had more classes together as compared to Gryffindor or Slytherin.

"A little room for three, please. Dudley will buy you all a drink each," Susan declared gleefully, getting back at Dudley.

She was already popular due to her aunt being a bigshot, and also for her admirable, large assets, the envy of many girls and the dream of many boys.

Dudley didn't mind spending money on such social interactions. Rather, he felt proud when any guy glanced at Susan's chest. He already knew that there were rumors about him and Susan being 'involved' and he honestly didn't care.

I've had them plenty, and they're delicious. He thought whenever his gaze met with another guy.

"But only after she buys me a Butterbeer," Dudley declared and squeezed between the Raveclaws to take a seat on the long bench.

On his right remained Hannah, but Susan had to take a seat on Hannah's further right, which left Dudley's left occupied by the Ravenclaw senior, the Head Girl in her seventh year, Penelope Clearwater, the current girlfriend of Percy Weasley.

He honestly didn't know what she saw in that guy since she was certainly a looker. Tall, blonde straight hair, a cute face, blue eyes, and a pretty fit body since she was a quidditch fanatic and tried to mimic some of it by staying fit.

On top of that, he was already friends with her since he personally saved her and Hermione from getting petrified by the Basilisk the previous year, as he did many other girls. Truly, he milked the Chamber of Secrets fiasco more than even Voldemort had planned. He was friends with a few Slytherins too because of it.

Of course, that didn't include Draco. That bastard remained a bastard to this day, always trying to get to him by mocking him as Mudblood or 'Harry's fat cousin.' Well, the girls didn't see him as a fat guy, that was clear. Muscular dadbod was in fashion.

"Hey, Penny." He used her shorter name. "How's the prep going for the NEWTs?"

Penelope grumbled and turned her face towards Dudley, "What does it look like?"

"Cute?"

"Oh, honestly, you and your flirting." She rolled her eyes, taking a long sip of Butterbeer. "No, but really—just look at these dark circles. I'm positively exhausted, Dudley. I can't imagine surviving the exam, let alone making it to the Ministry afterward."

Isn't that why I'm here in the first place?

Dudley shrugged and received the big glass of Butterbeer from a waitress then, taking a sip quickly to cleanse his throat. "I don't know why you want to join the Ministry. There's far more money to be made outside."

"More? Where exactly? I'm hardly interested in interning at some Diagon Alley shop or working at Gringotts. A Ministry position is stable, well-paid, and respectable," Penelope declared, with a hint of dreamy pride.

"Hmm…" Dudley hummed and took a short pause to look around at the table. However, he focused more on Hannah to his right side. The girl sat there silently, rarely exchanging words with Padma on the other side of the table. But he knew why she dressed to impress that day.

He hadn't touched her again ever since the last borderline threesome in that storage room. It was a part of his harmless plan, to make her crave his touch as he wanted her to come out of that self-doubting, timid persona.

"Wanna eat something, Hannah?" He asked the girl, giving her the attention she deserved for being a good girl the entire month. To praise her more, his right hand gently fell on top of her soft, squishy, fleshy left thigh. Her skirt was already bunched up, so he gained unfettered access to her creamy, stocking-covered legs. He didn't waste time and cupped his palm over the inner thighs, too close to her feminine entrance.

You wanted my attention, and now you have it.

Hannah let out a very long, heated breath. Her pale face instantly turned slightly crimson, but nobody noticed it. She gave Dudley a few side glances and then tried to act normal.

Oh? Dudley sat surprised when he felt her thighs opening up for him. This was exactly what he wanted, for her to take some initiative. Looking for some extra reward?

He quickly went further up with his hand and felt her steamy, warm core. Sadly, she wore full stockings that covered her entire legs and loins. If she'd worn only thigh-high stockings, he could have slipped in from the side of her panties.

Still, he rubbed her there on her covered cave of wonders until he felt her legs starting to squeeze his hand. Oh, how much he enjoyed that, his own manhood starting to heat up.

"Too bad, we don't have time," he whispered to Hannah. "If you can find time, I'd love to give you a thorough tour of my company office in London."

"I…" Hannah heatedly exhaled. "I'd love that."

Of course, you would. Dudley continued to fondle her damp pussy while acting normal, taking sips of his Butterbeer. Hannah did the same, silently enjoying the beer as well as his hand.

Seeing many glasses had gone empty, Dudley raised his hand and asked for another glass for everyone along with some snacks. With that, he brought his focus back to the Ravenclaw Head Girl.

"Penny, if things don't work out with the Ministry, would you consider joining my company? It's called D&D Capital—you've probably heard of it. We have both a Muggle branch and a magical one in Diagon Alley. I mostly invest in businesses, grow them, and make a profit, or sometimes sell them for a bit extra. You're really sharp, so I think you'd pick it up quickly. How does a starting salary of fifteen hundred Galleons sound?" He gave a genuine job offer to her. He really needed sharp minds to help him.

"H-How much?" Penelope was alert instantly, her back straight and sleepiness from her eyes gone.

Dudley had to lean forward a bit to hide his hand making rounds between Hannah's lovely thighs. "Fifteen hundred Galleons a year. That's about seventy-five thousand Pounds—quite decent even for a top Muggle college graduate, I'd say."

[A/N: I'm using 1 Galleon = 50 Pounds as the exchange rate. Lexicon wrote it as 1 Galleon equals 5 Pounds. That'd mean Harry gave Fred and George just 5000 Pounds. That's hardly enough to start a business.]

"What's the job about?"

"Business, calculations, reading graphs, managing assets, and investing based on my instructions. You'll be focused on the magical side," Dudley explained and took out a card from his coat pocket without stopping his other hand. "No rush on deciding now. I'll be back home for Christmas, so feel free to call me anytime."

Penelope gulped and took the business card. It was very simple, a white rectangular card with D&D Capital embossed on one side, and a phone number on the middle of the other side.

She pocketed it and looked back at Dudley. "Why me? T-That's a lot of money, Dudley."

Dudley shrugged and slowed down on Hannah's loins since Penelope's focus was on him. Then, he decided to use his occupational smooth verbal skills to derail some of Penelope's focus from him. "You're a Ravenclaw, so you've got a real knack for books and clever thinking. You're graduating soon, and I could really use someone like you right now. You're smart, and honestly, I think you're pretty gorgeous too."

"Stop with that already." Penelope blushed and shyly chuckled, looking back at the glass. "I'll think about it over the holidays. Maybe I'll discuss it with my dad once."

"That's understandable," Dudley replied and suddenly stopped touching Hannah, his absence a noticeable annoyance to her thanks to that little yelp. He finished his glass and stood up, stepping back from the long bench. "If your dad asks, just tell him that I'm worth sixty million pounds as of now, and it's just been six months since I started."

"That's a million plu—" As expected from a Ravenclaw, Penelope quickly roughly converted that amount to Galleons and gasped in shock. "In six months?"

"Penny, believe it or not, that's the truth." Dudley shrugged and looked at Hannah once, trying to make her understand to follow him along. "If your mum or dad have any concerns, they can come by my office in London. I'd be more than happy to show them around. Anyway, I'll go now, gotta pack my stuff."

Dudley took a few steps away from the table, waving at the other occupants like Padma. But then he noticed Susan elbowing Hannah and whispering something into her ear all the while winking at him.

As expected, Hannah stood up right away and excused herself.

He appreciated Susan's endless quest to slowly corrupt Hannah. She deserves a reward too, but later.

Soon enough, Dudley and Hannah walked shoulder to shoulder, taking a longer way back towards Hogwarts. Instead, both of them knew that they were taking a rather 'isolated' route.

"I hope I didn't annoy you back in there." Dudley broke the ice and erased her shy, embarrassed silence. "I just… I couldn't stop myself from—"

"I liked it!" Hannah blurted.

I know that already, girl. And god, she looks cute when embarrassed.

He chuckled and stepped closer to her side and silently took her hand in his. Thanks to coming out of the Three Broomsticks abruptly, both didn't wear their gloves, so the touch of that skin heat was welcomed.

She's blushing red. He noticed her face and let her be. Instead, he admired her looks. She had stopped wearing her blonde hair in a ponytail, and instead left a few locks loose on the front on both sides and used a claw clip on the back to keep her hair spread behind her head, some of it flowing down her shoulders to the front.

"Hannah, I really hope you can keep this confidence up. I loved the way you spread your legs, instead of shyly squeezing them tight. I know it might feel a bit strange to talk about, but it was great seeing you take charge and go after what you wanted. Keep that spirit, it suits you."

Dudley genuinely hoped to help this girl gain some self-confidence. He remembered seeing her crying in a potions class in their second year thanks to Snape's scoldings. She kept calling herself stupid again and again until she passed out. It was a mental breakdown he didn't want to see again… it brought back distasteful memories for him.

"I-I'm really trying, Dudley," Hannah said, her voice trembling slightly, confessing her struggles. "I want to be like you and Susan, so confident, so free. But... It's hard. I don't want to feel so scared and anxious all the time, but sometimes... it's just too much."

Finally, he stopped walking as they arrived somewhere between the woods, away from where he reckoned the whole Harry and Draco snowball thing was going on. He knew the plot but now wasn't the time to meddle.

He stepped in front of Hannah and looked at her face. It was still snowing, a bit more than before, and it started to feel cold.

"Don't stress about it. Just do your best, and whenever you feel unsure or nervous, you can always come to me. I don't think every house has to fit a certain mold, but if there's one thing Hufflepuffs have, it's loyalty." He tried to reassure her that he stood with her. "So, be confident and do whatever the heck you want. Don't worry about the consequences—you're not alone. You've got friends who'll face them with you."

Hannah looked up at Dudley's face, the shy blush on her face intensified and further highlighted thanks to the cold winter. She held both her hands together, rubbing them nervously, as if mulling over something.

"Then… I want to…"

Hannah suddenly stood high on her toes and pressed onto Dudley's chest with her body before meeting his lips with a soft, passionate kiss.

This time, Dudley's brows went uphill. He wasn't planning on doing anything to her. He just wanted to have a private talk and give her some confidence-boosting talk.

But, he wasn't a saint to ignore when such intimacy presented itself.

"Umm…" Hannah moaned as soon as Dudley passionately replied by opening his mouth and turning a gentle kiss into a sweltering hot, wet French kiss. His tongue swept her Butterbeer-tasting mouth, and she welcomed him with all her heart, forgoing that shyness.

This is a great start, Hannah. Dudley thought and pulled her further in with his arms pressing behind her waist. But he wasn't satisfied and softly lowered both hands onto the curve of his craving.

He felt the softer flesh increase under his palms, and before he knew it, his spread hands gripped her asscheeks over her skirt, one each. He tried not to turn that heated wet kiss too dirty, so he just gripped her ass and pulled her loins in towards his significant erection.

He was sure she felt it on her lower belly, and he wanted her to. But the more he felt her plump, round, ample ass, the more excited he became. In that cold winter, the only place he wanted to be was between that amazingly soft rump.

"Ummmh…" Hannah hugged Dudley's neck and kept herself raised on her toes the entire time. Her eyes closed, and she savored every single exchange of their dribble. Her tongue moved with a mind of its own, aching to explore his mouth.

Ugh, it's aching now. Dudley felt his erection turn a little painful. Hannah's ass was as famous in the school as Susan's tits, and he had already savored Susan, so the desire to have Hannah peaked there.

He kneaded her marshmallow-soft bottom gently, feeling his fingers so easily sink into her flesh. He longed to see her bare there and hoped she'd grow a habit of taking a seat on his lap.

Better to end this before someone sees us.

Slowly, he pulled back from Hannah's mouth and gave a final, curling, tugging sweep across her tongue and broke the kiss. He looked at her face from so close, her pale luster had only started to glow more. Her lips, plump as her ass, were delicious.

Unwillingly, he released her bottom from his grip and let her stand normally on her feet. But her hands still rested on his shoulders.

"Let's go back, Hannah. It's getting cold out here." He guided her hands down and only held one, gesturing for her to start walking.

"Thank you, Dudley."

He smiled and pulled her along. "Alright, alright, don't tempt me now or I'll take you to the store room."

"Hehe, I-I think… I'd like that."

"..."

Dudley breathed out to calm himself down. He didn't want blue balls now, nor could he afford to fool around with Hannah right now. He had to prepare for his Christmas Holiday, which was in reality going to be focused on working for his company.

"You girls will be the death of me."

He took her back to the school, not holding hands anymore as he'd rather have them around his shaft. Too bad, he couldn't.

####

London,

It was a fun train ride home, spent sitting in the middle of Susan and Hannah, arms spread around their shoulders. He didn't do anything frisky, however, and bid farewell with a soft kiss on both their lips before deboarding the train. Initially, he was scared that Hannah wanted him exclusively for herself, but she seemed to accept Susan's presence rather well.

Afterwards, he met Harry and to his surprise, joined Vernon in his new Bentley car and headed straight for the hospital as it turned out, Lily was getting discharged that day. To an even greater surprise, Petunia had gone to help Lily out.

Better to face it now. He tried to calm himself down and recounted all the things he had spoken to her unconscious body. It wasn't just about admiring her feminine beauty, after all. There was rambling about the past, and the future, and some curses to James and Sirius too.

Before he knew it, they parked at the hospital and walked into the massive building. They took the elevator to the designated floor and finally arrived in front of her private room, its door kept open as nurses walked in and out.

"You go, Harry. I'll wait outside." Dudley took a seat in the hallway instead. "I'll help with the bags."

Harry looked at his cousin weirdly, but too excited to see his mum, he didn't say anything and vanished into the room.

"I'll go say hello to Harry's mum," Vernon muttered, pressing the car keys into Dudley's hand. "You wanted to drive, didn't you, dear boy? You can take us home later."

Normally, he'd have been excited, but right now he just nodded and blankly stared at the keys.

Did she hear me rambling about my past? Wait, I talked shit about Voldemort too. Fuck, I'm fucked if she tells Dumbledore. Divination, yeah, I can use that… yeah, it's a magical world, after all.

Pat!

"Hm?" He felt a hand tap on his shoulder, so he looked up. There was Harry staring at him, but Vernon and Petunia were behind him too, looking at him weirdly.

Did she tell them?

"Mum wants to talk to you," Harry said, sounding curious. "About some place called Walnut Ridge? She wants to talk alone. Where's Walnut Ridge, Dud?"

Dudley's eyes widened, no longer able to hold the shocking reality hidden.

T-That's where I was born… in my past life… S-she heard it all!

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T-That's where I was born… in my past life… S-she heard it all!?

Walnut Ridge was a small city in Arkansas. The place of his birth, but not his growth. And he did mumble about how much he disliked his home to the unconscious Lily. It was a stupid thing to do, but he just used her half-dead body to let out everything that was boiling up inside his mind.

Clearly, it wasn't the smartest thing to do.

"Just me?" He asked again.

"She's waiting for you, Dud." Harry reminded him, a look of gratitude emitting from him. "Go, she probably wants to thank you for everything you've done."

Yeah, in your dreams…

With a sigh, Dudley stood up and walked into the room. He glanced towards the bed and found Lily sitting in regular clothes, a flower print ankle-length gown with a warm sweater above. Her hair was tied behind her head in a bun, and her green eyes were much more full of life now.

No regrets about the bodily praise I showered. He thought and approached the side of the bed. Wait, how do I address her? Uh, let's just be Dudley.

"You wanted to talk, Aunt Lily?"

"Thank you."

At her first words, he looked up at her instinctively, finding her eyes locked onto him. What did she say?

"I don't care who you are, or what your intentions were. I couldn't be there for Harry when he needed me the most. You saved him from greater torment, you saved his childhood from being ruined. Not once did he come to see me and not talk about you with so much passion, respect, and adoration. Thank you—for protecting my son."

This was not what Dudley had in mind. So easily? That's it?

"If you're wondering, I did. I heard it all and I still remember it. You… I don't know how you know things that you shouldn't. I don't know how you know the futu—"

"Visions!" Dudley cleared things up quickly. "The night before I forced Mum and Dad to give Harry the room, I saw visions and… I changed."

"Visions?" Lily silently stared at his face, searching for even a hint of a lie.

Dudley shrugged. "They came like a dream and then I woke up like this."

"In that body, you mean?"

Ugh, she knows. Dudley finally got the confirmation. What to do now?

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter to me. Actions speak louder than words. Petunia and Vernon have made it clear they are far from decent creatures. I can't consider them human after they abused my son—a baby." Lily breathed raggedly as if suppressing her rage. "Walnut Ridge or Waddington, you did what was right."

"So…" Dudley slurred, confused about what to even talk about.

"Call Harry in. I'm tired of this hospital scent."

That's it? Dudley stepped away from her bed and left the room. I guess she'll look for me again later.

There were too many things he had spoken that must have piqued her interest. Especially the things about the future. He was more surprised by her nonchalance about it.

But it went better than I expected. Let's be grateful for that.

####

Lily spent the night at the Dursley house. She stayed inside Harry's room the whole time, keeping interaction with Petunia and Vernon to the bare minimum. She didn't look for Dudley, nor did Dudley try to speak with her.

Instead, Dudley locked his room and went to sleep right away, planning to camp at his company for the next coming days instead. To him, being a wizard was a side hobby, but being a muggle-born was his real life, his reality.

Magic was surely very handy, and knowing all the wizards and witches was a joy. But, at the end of the day, he saw money as the real power no matter which side of the world it was. With money, the Ministry of Magic could be manipulated, just as any other government in the world.

As the morning sun dawned, Dudley woke up early, packed a small bag for himself, and walked out of his room. To his surprise, he found Harry's room open too, with bags littered across the floor as all of Harry's items were gone from the room.

"You're moving?" He found Harry packing his stuff while Lily sat on the side, still recovering from her years of coma.

"Morning, Dud. Mum got the house across the street. We're moving things there."

Dudley walked inside the room and started helping Harry. Most of the things were already packed, so he helped them bring the bags and boxes down and then take them across the street. It took them a few rounds, but eventually, all traces of Harry ever living at 4 Privet Drive vanished.

It was a delightful memory for Harry. But for Dudley, it marked the greatest shift in the storyline that he knew so well. Lily being alive was inconsequential until now. But the moment she woke up, all his future knowledge started to seem useless. Other than factual knowledge, he knew he had to tread carefully and keep himself hidden in the shadows.

"Thank you, Dudley. Take a seat, I'll make you boys some tea."

Dudley looked at the green-eyed woman, a little disappointed she was sticking to baggy dresses for now. Looking at her, nobody would say she had an adult son.

Well, she had Harry at just twenty.

"Thanks, Aunt Lily, but I've got to get to London—loads to do there. I'll stop by again soon, though. Take care of yourself, yeah?" Dudley gave a friendly wave before stepping out of the cozy new house, already looking lovely with all its fine furniture. "Oh, and one more thing—I'm planning a little Christmas get-together at mine. You two have to come."

"Sure, Big D." Harry accepted the invitation right away.

At least ask your mum first, buddy. She doesn't look very excited.

"See you later then."

With that, Dudley left the house and got into the taxi he had hired. It wasn't the common London Taxi, but a more premium chauffeur service. The car was expensive too, just as the cost of hiring them. But it was worth it as he had great plans for the week. If done right, he hoped to end this year with a bang—net worth exceeding a hundred million.

The only annoyance was how far Central London was from his residence. He really wanted to learn Apparition and master it as soon as possible. It seemed like the greatest magical ability for his muggle business.

More than an hour later, he finally arrived at his amazing, 7-storey tall office building. Yes, he owned it already. He had to after knowing how high the future prices were going to be. Heck, he had plans to invest in real estate across the world in the coming years.

With a fantastic view of the Thames River, he had bought the building close to where the Millennium Bridge was going to stand. He had only kept the top two floors for himself while the rest were given to other businesses.

"Dud, we got it."

As soon as Dudley entered the headquarters of D&D Capital, he was met by Senior Associate, Edwin Hughes, a surprising existence for Dudley. Dudley had found the man when searching for talents to hire, and to his surprise, he found a man he knew from his past life.

It made things clear that the two worlds only had one difference, and that was magic. Edwin was his senior in his last life, one of the decent men he worked with. Talented, but a little wild on the edges when it came to handling stress.

The man was just 28 years old, and after Dudley offered him a good enough salary, he jumped ship and joined him. Although the talent was good, Dudley hired him because he already knew Edwin's vices, his character, and his dreams. That made him easy to control and satisfy.

Furthermore, he had already begun searching for other notable people he knew from his last life. Even some star investors that were currently little guys. It was better to exploit them to enrich himself before they got rich themselves.

This was his second life, and he had no shame in using his golden finger.

"Then go with the plan and invest eleven million." Dudley blurted and entered his lavish office, surrounded by wooden furniture, polished to the peak. He wasn't one of those tech-bro CEOs who liked minimalistic styles. No, he liked wealth as much as displaying it.

"But it's just a book company," Edwin pointed out. "Allocating eleven million solely to this—"

"You're right. Eleven's not enough. Let's make it twenty million instead. Trust me on this, Edwin—I smell great things from Amazon." Dudley sat down in the most comfortable cushioned chair ever. The scent of wood all around him was just too good, and the light coming from the window behind him, and the view of the river, it made him feel truly accomplished. "And don't worry about your paycheck, Edwin. I know your wife's expecting and you've just bought a new house—wrong time, but I won't judge."

It's motherfucking Amazon, after all. What a time to be fucking alive. These twenty million will be worth twenty billion in just two decades. Dudley felt his palms sweating already. Furthermore, he knew when to invest more money in the company, so he was hell-bent on squeezing out as many big 'B's from Amazon as he could.

"It's not that I doubt you, Dudley. I just… feel that we're going too fast. You've committed fifty-five million across just five companies—it's a substantial risk for such concentrated investments."

Tens of billions! Fuck, I'm already the world's fifth richest if all these investments go according to my past life. And I'm just getting started.

Dudley was dancing inside, keeping his excitement hidden. After all, the greatest investment of his life was yet to be made.

"The Internet is the next big thing, Edwin. Don't worry about it. By the way, did you get me the tickets?"

"They're in your drawer. But who exactly are these two? Larry Page and Sergey, you say?"

Dudley chuckled and checked his drawer, quickly finding a first-class ticket for San Jose, his final destination, Stanford.

"They're a goldmine, Edwin. Alright, I'm busy now. Let me print some more investment money. I'll send you the instructions in a bit." Dudley quickly fired up his boxy computer to start working.

He had great plans, and they required his utmost attention. Although currently, he called D&D Capital a private equity firm as he hoped to raise more money from investors. In the long run, he wanted to turn it into his personal conglomerate holding company, more focused on long-term investments.

But still, that didn't mean he wasn't going to take advantage of many national, economic, natural, and man-made crises ahead. Being the richest man wasn't even the final goal anymore. How far he could go was a better outlook to have.

When I died, Jeff had over a hundred billion. How high can I go? Two hundred? Five… Let's not think.

####

The 24th of December approached. Dudley spent his last four days in his London office, working overtime. He had his personal bedroom just a door away, attached to his personal office. It was a calculated design for… future 'meetings'.

Perhaps, it wasn't long before he'd get the chance to have one of those 'meetings', as he entertained two guests in his office. A man, and a beautiful, blonde, tall witch—Penelope Clearwater and her father.

He had already given them a tour of his office and they were currently drinking some tea together. He noticed Penelope's excited eyes as the job offer letter rested in her hands. At the same time, Mr. Clearwater looked around at the expensive, oak-furnished office with admiration.

"You own this entire building, you said?" Mr. Clearwater asked.

Dudley nodded, taking a few small sips. "I do. But Penelope won't be working here, not really. I've got plans for her to handle the magical side of my business. I've already secured a prime building right on Diagon Alley."

Mr. Clearwater's eyes flickered with a greedy desire. Wizard or not, all dream of wealth. "Can anyone invest in this venture, Mr. Dursley?"

"I'm no longer seeking investors, Mr. Clearwater. However, I would be happy to offer my asset management services. I guarantee a minimum return of twice your investment over three years. So, if you were to invest one million pounds today, you'd receive at least two million in return, though it's likely to be even higher."

Truth be told, Dudley did need investors. But he wasn't looking for small ones like Mr. Clearwater. No, he wanted someone loaded like Lucius Malfoy. He wanted to take that man's money so he could fuck him over when the time is right. But sadly, he needed to plot a bigger lure to pique that man's interest.

Mr. Clearwater smiled with greed and nodded. But, the old Wizard kept a plain face and stood up. "I'll discuss it with my wife and speak with you again, Mr. Dursley. And I thank you for considering Penelope worthy of such an opportunity."

"Dad!" Penelope jumped to her feet in embarrassment. "I'm one of the top students in Hogwarts, you know that, right?"

"You answered yourself, Penelope. 'One of the' does not make you 'the' best. The salary Mr. Dursley is offering isn't even earned by the Head of DMLE." Mr. Clearwater seriously replied, hinting at his gratitude towards Dudley indirectly. "Let's go now, your mum must have made a feast tonight."

Dudley eyed the tall Ravenclaw and chuckled. Her headstrong, serious persona was likely a false persona. This was the real Penelope, smart, beautiful, and lively. "Let's discuss the rest of the things back in school. You still got your NEWTs to worry about."

Woosh!

Dudley got out of his seat to lead the two to the door. But, Penelope beelined to him and hugged him tightly instead, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into her soft, small bosom. It was a quick hug, but it did enough to make Dudley feel things in his masculine need.

Ah, these hormones. He didn't hate them, but the random erections were starting to become an issue.

"Thank you, Dudley. I can freely focus on NEWTs because of you. I'll work really hard, I promise." Penelope released him with a blush. "I'll see you at Hogwarts."

"Me too." He blurted without thinking, eyes glued to her supple, slender rear as she led her father out of the door in a hurry.

Thud!

As the door was shut, he woke up from the aroused stupor. He looked down and noticed a rise in his pants.

I really need to look for a hand that's not mine for the little one.

####

Christmas Eve went by uneventfully. Dudley set up a nice, big tree with lights in the living room and placed some gifts under it for his mum and dad. Although he remained neutral towards them, he saw the worth in keeping things on a good note.

When morning came, he opened the presents with the two. Petunia received a diamond necklace from him, and Vernon received Apple's stocks worth a hundred thousand. The man was going to be a multi-millionaire in the future if he kept them.

Meanwhile, he received a handmade sweater from Petunia since there was nothing they could buy for him anymore. Vernon, meanwhile, offered him a meeting with his company's boss' daughter, who was the same age as him.

Dudley initially declined, but once he realized that Vernon was indirectly trying to connect him to a rich investor, he accepted. Vernon's super boss, the owner of the drill-making company, was worth hundreds of millions.

After unwrapping gifts, the three got busy preparing for the night's dinner party. Dudley had invited Susan Bones, Hermione's family, and Harry with his mum. He didn't invite Ron since the family was too big, and he reckoned the Weasleys would rather spend Christmas together.

Slowly, as the night approached, the catering company delivered a variety of foods, drinks, pastries, and whatnot. When the sun set, the bell rang for the first time. Harry, with a newfound shine on his face, entered with his mum.

"Dud, my mum looked at the Gringotts records. She nearly fainted when she saw how you doubled my money. She even wants to have a word with you about it." Harry gave a heads-up, eating some nuggets with his favorite cousin. "Oh, and by the way, Mum insists I go to California with you. She's... really keen on it, and I'm not sure why."

Well, why wouldn't she? Sirius is searching for you like a breeding bull in heat. Wait, did the Potters know Sirius wasn't the secret keeper? They should've, right?

Lost in confusion, he heard another bell ring right then and went to open the door.

Clack!

"Hey, Dudley! Merry Christmas!" Susan jumped to hug the life out of him, her attire a short skirt dress with black stockings underneath. It was intense as she pushed her large breasts a little too much into him, her knees playfully jumping, a ruse to tickle his cock.

But Dudley didn't dare to hug her back as he saw another figure behind Susan. A tall woman with a stoic look, a monocle on one eye, her short hair gray, and her robes very formal in a wizard fashion. There was no doubt, this was it, Amelia Bones.

Why's she here? I didn't invite her.

"Madam Bones." He greeted the tall woman after pushing Susan away.

Madam Bones nodded at him. "Susan speaks highly of you, Mr. Dursley. I'm glad she found a friend like you in Hufflepuff."

Friends who eat each other out? Sure, we're great friends.

Dudley dared not look into her eyes, afraid she might take a look through the memory lane. "It's nothing, Madam Bones. She's an amazing company to have. Please, come inside."

Susan gleefully grabbed his arm and dragged him along. "Dudley, I told my aunt about your company. She's interested in getting ric… I mean investing."

Hah, sure. Everyone's interested in 'investing'.

Dudley chuckled and entertained the stoic head of DMLE. Even beyond just money matters, she was a good connection to have. He saw her as his hopeful backing into the Ministry for future ventures.

As an hour passed, Dudley became the center of attention as he explained his muggle job to Amelia and Lily. But Petunia, Vernon with his two work colleagues, and Harry listened with attention too. Only Susan was the odd one out, winking at him whenever he looked at her. She was the only one who didn't bring him gifts. Heck, even her aunt had brought one—a book.

Trrrr~

Finally, the bell rang again for the last of the guests. Dudley went over and opened the door, finding none other than Hermione on the other side. She looked beautiful despite her clothes being pretty simple. Tight jeans wrapped around her slender legs, with a white shirt underneath her beige blazer that was pretty tight around her waist.

"Dudley! Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" Hermione hugged him just as Susan did, but this one lacked intimacy. He responded by placing arms around her waist, feeling her lithe body in his embrace. So what if her parents stood behind her, they were adults. "You saved Buckbeak! I got the letter from Hagrid yesterday."

"I told you I would." Dudley stopped hugging her and shook Mr. and Mrs. Granger's hands. The dentist couple had the perfect white, aligned teeth as he expected. "You're on time. We were about to start dinner."

With the living room converted into a dining room for their numbers, they soon started eating dinner. Petunia found friendship in Mrs. Granger somehow, connecting as muggle mothers to wizard kids. Lily joined Amelia to discuss some matters, and Dudley entertained Harry and Hermione.

It was a big dinner, something for everyone's liking. However, Dudley did feel the house needed some renovation to make it more spacious. Just having that massive table there made it feel cramped.

"Ah," he annoyedly hissed as he accidentally splashed some sauce on his nice suit, "I'll be back."

He quickly left the living room and went to the kitchen to wash the stain away. But he noticed Lily also getting up behind him, grabbing a water pitcher.

As he stood beside the sink, he felt Lily approach his side and fill the pitcher too. She glanced at his face, his height a whole head higher than hers. She waited until the pitcher was filled before speaking.

"How much do you know?" Lily looked behind carefully to ensure it was just them. "About the future?"

"You'll need to be specific, Aunt Lily." Dudley stopped wiping his suit jacket and turned towards the woman. Like every time, her charming face made things stir in him. Or perhaps it was the primal desire for the unattainable. A lust-filled idea to go after the taboo.

Lily gulped and put the pitcher away. In a sudden move, she stepped closer to Dudley, the distance between their bodies less than a palm. She grabbed one of his hands and looked him in the eyes, her motherly concern vividly noticeable. "It wasn't Sirius. He wasn't the Secret Keeper."

Ugh, why's she so close? Dudley didn't like her intimacy. But some doubts did arise. Since she heard me say all those unholy things. Is she… trying to use seduction to make use of me?

"I know that," Dudley replied nonchalantly, maintaining a stoic presence. "I also know it was Peter Pettigrew. I even know he's alive and hiding somewhere. But... I'm doing my best to see those visions again. They're not easy to catch, and they don't happen often."

He lied, a mischievous trick forming in his quick head. If she was going to use seduction on him, he wasn't going to be an easy target either.

Lily's eyes widened, her voice trembling with urgency. "Please, Dudley, I need your help. Harry isn't safe with V... with 'his' return. Sirius is the only one I can trust. I have to clear his name."

At least you're smart enough to know the Ministry won't be of help.

But Dudley revealed his conflicted expressions, and they were genuine. From the day he arrived in Dudley's body, he had decided to not get involved in Harry's personal mess. He very much wanted to live a long life.

"Please," Lily pleaded, sensing his doubts. "You're the only one I can count on. I-I don't know who to trust anymore, not after how they all ignored Harry's abuse."

That makes some sense. Dudley pondered. Even Dumbledore didn't do anything. The old man could at least have warned the Dursleys to not be massive cunts.

"Not openly. I will help you, Aunt Lily, but I don't want my name coming up on any list. I'm no Dumbledore's soldier, no Phoenix, nor any hero—I'm just a muggle blessed with magic trying to live his best life. If I see anything useful in my visions, I'll pass it on. But the rest of the groundwork... that's up to you." Dudley plainly laid down his conditions. In any case, using Lily as his proxy to alter some events was better than risking his own life.

Lily's eyes turned watery at his words. "Thank you."

Before he realized it, she stepped closer to him and gave him a warm hug. Her arms modestly slid around his chest, her face turned sideways with her ear on his chest. His heart gained a rapid rhythm instantly as if his wildest desire was tickled.

No, I'm not some perverted freak. I won't… maybe just a bit.

Dudley hugged her back, his arms going around her shoulders. But instead of just landing on her back or waist, he rested a little below the curve of her back, just where the rising roundness of her bottom started. He didn't dare go below that, but even that was enough to grant him the erection of a lifetime.

"I-uh, Harry must be waiting for water." Lily broke the hug as soon as she felt something probe against her pelvic area. Red-faced, she turned around and left the kitchen with a final verbal thanks.

Dudley remained in the kitchen, calming his thoughts. So many hugs today. I seriously need to find a good outlet.

Once he was sure his erection was no longer visible, he returned to the table and finished the dinner with everyone else, followed by some talks over dessert.

As midnight approached, all the guests left Dudley's small party one after another. Hermione with her parents was the first to leave as they had quite a long car ride ahead. After that, Susan left with Madam Bones.

The last to leave were Harry and Lily since they lived right across the street. Furthermore, there were a few of Vernon's work friends who he invited to boast about his son.

"Goodnight, Mum. Goodnight, Dad." Dudley waved as he got up from the living room and headed for the stairs.

His parents were in the midst of getting things cleaned up, smiles bright on their faces. They were still the old, scornful, petty Dursleys, no doubt, but ever since Dudley bloomed as a successful man, their outbursts had become rarer.

"Sweet dreams, pumpkin."

"Good night, son."

A little tired, he went upstairs to his room, locked the door behind him, and started taking off his suit in front of the full-length dressing mirror standing against a wall. It was pretty cold that December, but ever since he got a new heater installed in the house, things were comfortable.

Should've invited Susan or Hannah out to my company instead. The night would have been far more… magical.

Dudley sighed, as he didn't long for the heat in the air but a different kind of warmth. "Back to the grind from the morning."

Creak!

"Are you sure about that?"

Dudley almost jumped and turned around towards the attached bathroom door. The voice was feminine, and the view before him was even more feminine. It was as if this almost 'girlfriend' of his had read his mind.

"S-Susan? What ab—" He gulped midway.

How could he not when she stood at the open door frame, all naked except for her black thigh-high stockings contrasting against her pale flesh? Her creamy soft swells delightfully jutted out, as large as he remembered. Her thighs were so doughy that the bands of the stockings dug into her skin, raising the heat in his loins.

Susan had her red hair loose, draping over her back and shoulders. Her one arm was resting against the door frame, and one leg also extended a little, raised like a model standing for a showcase. Her clean shaved, rosy pussy peeked at him from between her plump thighs.

Dudley could almost feel the drool pooling in his mouth. He couldn't believe how hot and squeezable her pale body looked, it must be better than smushing toasted s'mores on a cold winter night. Now he craved that warm, delicious feeling even more.

"According to my Aunt," Susan replied and walked towards Dudley, every step seductive, her giggling smiles so hot. "I'm at Hannah's place."

Susan reached for him, standing so close her bouncy mounds pressed against his shirt-covered chest. She grabbed his loosened tie, slowly coiling the fabric around her four fingers and thumb, and pulled him down to her face. She giggled at him, her sweet scentful breath so close.

"So, would you like to claim your Christmas gift?"

Dudley's brows rose, excitement shaking his spine. "Is that why… you didn't bring a gift?"

Susan giggled again alluringly and planted a kiss on his cheek, very close to his lips. "Well, this girl has plans… great plans."

Dudley slid his hands down her curving flank and grabbed her naked waist, her warm flesh on his palms making him heat up too. "So… how much of the gift can I claim?"

"Umm… all of it?" Susan whispered back, very close to his ear. Her puff of breath tickled his senses. "All the way."

She pulled his tie even lower and kissed his lips. She sucked on his lower lips with a naughty smile and went even deeper. Probing his open mouth with her tongue, curling inside as their tongues slathered each other. Her hands continued to move down as they kissed, opening his shirt buttons one by one. Her body kept moving, her hips swaying left and right like a charming, sexy slow dance.

Dudley unbuckled his pants, pulled out his leather belt, and allowed the rest to fall after a couple of tugs. He moved his feet out of them with ease, leaning down deeper into their kiss. He could taste the eggnog they had drunk before, creamy sweet with a hint of cinnamon delight.

Then, he took off his shirt, feeling Susan's soft, shorter body plastered against his taller form. He was bigger than most Hogwarts students in their class, but only a few 'intimate' people knew that under those heavy robes, he was more muscle than fat.

"Ummm… God, you're hard already," Susan's hand caressed his wide chest, slowly going down his belly, feeling the shallow contours of his muscles. Her fingers eventually held onto the hardness of his arousal, suddenly realizing that this big tool was going into her unexplored love hole that night.

Her hands trembled, pausing on his shaft. A little hesitation flashed through her eyes.

Dudley saw it and also paused. "What's wrong?"

"Uh… Nothing…." Susan wavered a bit. She averted her eyes and saw his muscled arms going around her midsection. She finally realized their difference in size. As a cockvirgin, she had thoughts of her tight core being smaller than her mouth; If his big girthy cock entered, wouldn't it…

Dudley pulled her to his bed, sitting on the pointed edge while letting her sit on his left thigh. He made her look at him, cupping her cheek with one hand. "If you're having second thoughts, we can just…"

"No! No… I'm not!!" Susan flustered. "I'm just…. Not wet yet!" She made up a reason.

"Heh, that's easy." Dudley chuckled a little.

He held her waist and shifted her body to sit in front of him, right between his legs, on the very edge of the bed. His hands gently slid up to her chest from behind and sank his fingers into her moldable swells. Her honey-soft flesh spilled between his fingers, his thumb and index fingers pinching her tight nipples.

"Ummm… Dudley…" She closed her eyes and moaned a little, feeling his large palms around her pendant, pink-tipped, heavy breasts. Squeezing and releasing, molding her to his massages.

Then, one of Dudley's hands slid down her undulating belly, his blunt nails trailing over her full thigh causing a tickle to run up her spine. He pried her legs open and finally cupped his hand around her heated core. His middle finger teased her slit up and down, brushing against her bundle of nerves.

"Oohh…" Susan mewled, wiggling her ass against the hardest of his manhood behind her. She leaned back, her head resting against his chest, enjoying his teasing thoroughly with her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes, Susan…" Dudley whispered in her right ear. "Look in front of you."

A little confused, Susan did as he asked. She found the full-sized, dressing mirror, right in front of them. In it, she could see her own reflection, her blushing intoxicated face, her magnificent set of twins with one being gripped in Dudley's hand. Her legs were wide open, and her pussy gleaming with her juices.

Susan inhaled with a little shock, but Dudley had shoved one of his fingers in her, causing her to stifle it entirely. She could feel the tingling in her belly, the clear sight of her pink petals widening made it feel even more hot. Uncontrollable naughty images flashed in her mind. She could feel his stirring manhood struggling, throbbing as it pressed up against her.

Dudley's finger kept going in and out of her, pulling out more and more of her juices. His other fingers would part her lower lips, letting her blooming petals open wider, gaping and throbbing for his nimble fingers to come in.

He could see her undulating breasts in the mirror, softly moving up and down with every heated breath she took. The image of her craving, withering body reflected perfectly, her smooth legs opened wide for both to see, her pussy suckling on his fingers, her nipples erect.

"Ooohhh…" Susan exhaled heatedly. She spread her knees wide while she still sat in front of him, leaning more onto his strong body.

Dudley could feel her pussy walls pulsating, sucking on his digits. He knew what could reduce her to a trembling mess. His finger moved faster, wiggling and curling on her sensitive spot, and massaged it with just enough pressure. His other fingers gripped harder on her jutting breasts, the feel of his fingers drowning in the cushion-soft flesh aided his thirst. His cock throbbed, eager to join in.

"Ummmmm!" Suddenly, Susan moaned out in reckless abandon. Her muscles knotted up, and goosebumps crawled all over her body. She gripped the powerful arm extended to the junction of her thighs with both hands, releasing an incredible climax. Instead of wanting him to stop, her grip kept his mischievous hand deep within her.

Her juices drenched his palm, his finger still slowly sliding in and out of her. For a long moment, she rode the unrelenting waves of ecstasy.

When her grip on his arm finally loosened up a bit, Dudley pulled his fingers out. He smirked as he saw how she leaned back weakly on his chest in the mirror, her throbbing pussy drenched. "Wet now."

His cock was excited, wildly twitching, craving that scorching hot feeling. His hands moved below her knees from the sides and raised her up a little. "Ready?"

Susan weakly hummed and nodded. She allowed his strong arms to ease her body back, to finally land her soaking wet portal of satin flesh down on his stiff need.

She could feel his swollen cockhead part and stretch her petals. She could see her pussy opening wide in the mirror, his large cock prying into her. The thrill of the sight caused her to leak more and more nectar.

A hint of stinging pain mixed in with pleasure engulfed her body, her mind drowned out by torturous bliss. His cock was so hard she could feel him stretch every inch of her walls. She threw one of her hands back, grabbing his hair, while her other hand grabbed onto his thigh "Ohhh…Oh, G-God yo–ur such… a beast..."

Dudley felt his iron-hard cock brushing against the silk-like walls inside her. She was so soft, hot, and tight, causing him to shudder a bit. Her body was divine, better than any other he had felt in his past life.

As the sweet sounds of her moans grew louder, Dudley placed a palm on her lips. He knew it was too much, her walls were struggling to accommodate the thickness of his girth. He paused a bit, letting her take a breath. "Shh…. Not so loud. My parents are still downstairs."

"Umm.." Susan bit her lips, humming through her nose while she nodded vigorously.

Her eyes suddenly widened as his driving need was shoved deeper into her. She used both her own hands to close her own mouth, her gaze unable to look away from the thick pole engulfed by her pussy in the mirror.

"Look… Your pussy is gobbling me up. So wide… so filthy…." Dudley moved his hands away from her lips and held both her thighs wide from below, gently moving her ass up and down on his cock.

"Y-your so… beautiful like.. that." He held her up, and settled her down onto his shaft, over and over. The image of her juicy, widening pussy taking his sizable cock in the mirror spurred him on. Gaining rhythm as his movements grew faster, picking her up and slamming her down with precision. He thoroughly felt the tight grip of her no longer virgin pussy around him, pleasuring him to no end.

"Stop… looking," Susan whispered desperately, her tone embarrassed but oh so full of lust.

Her breasts jiggled and jumped freely. She lost herself in sheer ecstasy and started to wiggle and thrust her hips on her own, accepting him deep inside her. She didn't want this nasty, lewd feeling to stop; she wanted more, deeper, harder. Her body jumped and jolted, landing on his molten need with heavy slaps on his thighs.

She couldn't care less about her pussy breaking because of his large size anymore; the hot, stiff rod under her felt so good, it looked mesmerizing as it stretched her pussy lips over and over.

Without warning, he shoved his cock up into the throbbing, wet walls, drawing pained muffled moans from her. Dudley felt even more wild as he saw her hungry, gaping pussy pouting around his cock every time he pulled out. He shoved himself back in with a frenzy, chasing that magical feeling.

"Ummmphhh! Fuckkk…."

Susan screamed into her palms; her lips wide open, but her lungs struggled to push out air. All her muscles froze tightly, as a blinding, pulsing moment of release washed over her entire being. With a final shattering release, she could see her own pussy busting out like a fountain in the mirror, pulsating, gaping, and closing. Her juices leaked out in waves as Dudley's cock kept pounding into her fuck hole.

Dudley couldn't take the tight pinch around his cock anymore, feeling the tingle in his cock, ready to burst.

He let her spent body go, easing her down to the floor on her knees, and then quickly turned her to face him by her shoulder. "Mouth!"

Susan happily opened her mouth and leaned forward between his legs, her wiggling tongue coming out to greet his throbbing cock, her pussy sullying the floor. All she wanted was to feel him inside her again, filling her hole with his molten lava. She wanted to see the satisfaction on his face, a thought that would always arouse her. Her tongue danced all over his shaft, tickling his rod.

Dudley shoved his impatient cock into her mouth without a second thought, all the way down to her throat. Both his hands rested on her head, keeping her there as he thrust a couple more times.

"Gah!!" Dudley felt his body tense up and felt his creamy batter spill into her, a rush of cum splattered into Susan's mouth.

She quickly gulped everything down audibly, breathing raggedly from her nose. She then licked his weakening rod clean, from top to bottom. The expression on her face was full of craving and delight. When she finally let go of his limp cock, it was fully clean, gleaming down to the base.

Dudley gulped as his throat dried out, but the sight of her swallowing every bit of him caused his balls to twitch once again. But regretfully, the rest of his body was exhausted from all the activities that day.

He leaned back and allowed himself to fall back onto the bed, the fatigue seeping into his bones.

"Not bad for the first time," he chuckled, getting a pillow and scooting his body to a better position.

"You too…" Susan giggled, standing up from the floor and crawling onto the bed, right beside him.

"I… loved the gift." Dudley hugged her against his chest, his hand stroking her bare back.

Susan smiled and nestled her face under his chin, her folded knee atop his spent manhood, one arm hugging his chest. "Then get ready to claim it every day from now on."

"Every day?"

"Why, scared? I thought you were a daring man, Dudley."

Pa!

Dudley slapped her ass and kissed her forehead. "No, I was just making sure."

"Why?"

"Because I know you can't take it every day." Dudley proudly proclaimed and closed his eyes to sleep.

"Umhm… Well, if that happens I'll just…" Playfully, Susan lowered her arm and rubbed her hand across his still moist flaccid length. "Maybe bring Hannah too?"

Dudley frowned hard, that mere thought so hot in his head.

"Fuck."

It was one tough night to fall asleep. But eventually, he won.

####

Heathrow Airport,

Dudley and Harry arrived at the airport, went through the security checks, and arrived at the first-class lounge to wait for their flight. He initially didn't want to bring Harry, but since Lily asked him, he decided to make use of the boy.

"This is really important, Harry. If I pull this off, I'll be set for life, the richest person in the world for the next fifty years. That's why I need you to concentrate on everything, and I expect you to help me by memorizing it all. I'll be the good guy in this, and you'll play the bad guy. You'll be a spoiled, bitchy brat from an old, wealthy family with way too much money. I'm your business partner, yes, but it's your money I'm investing. You'll need to act like a jerk, constantly throwing off my talks and trying to pull back the investment."

Harry frowned and scratched his head, "I-I don't know, Dud. I've never done something like this. How does one act like a brat?"

"Like me! I mean, like how I used to be!" Dudley blurted.

"I'm not sure I can pull thi—"

Pa!

Dudley suddenly smacked one hand across Harry's face, almost throwing his round glasses off.

"What the bloody hell, Dud! What was that for?!" Harry roared in anger.

"That! That's what I need! That's what bitchy Harry Potter looks like! Pompous, bratty, bitchy! Perfect!"

"..."

Harry annoyedly glared at his cousin, already feeling he shouldn't have joined.

"Now, let's practice your lines again." Dudley resumed. "Harry, meet these two, Larry and Sergey."

"Fuck off, Dud."

"Yes! That's what I want!"

"..."

Only Harry knew that it wasn't acting this time.

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Chapter Text

Ding Dong!

Dudley arrived at the rented garage that Larry Page and Sergey Brin were using to kickstart their idea. Things weren't going well for them as the lack of investors and interest in their idea left them with barely any capital.

Their need was to scale the search engine. However, the search engine market was already dominated by the likes of Yahoo!, Lycos, and a few others. Furthermore, their idea was too different and unconventional.

No money, no infrastructure either. And because the two were still pursuing their PhDs, they didn't have much energy to go around begging for investments.

And just then, the angel called Dudley Dursley arrived at the door of the garage. Of course, he had already spoken with the two men on the phone about a possible meeting. He arrived in a common business suit, while Harry Potter behind him stood in old money fashion, white pants, blue shirt with a beige cardigan, sleeves folded, a pair of shades on his eyes. While a large, certainly rented Rolls Royce stood behind them on the road.

"Mr. Dursley?"

The door opened and two ordinary men with a look of nerdiness, dark circles under their eyes appeared. They sized up Dudley from head to toe, and then Harry behind. While the two weren't old themselves, they didn't expect Dudley to look that young.

"That's me, owner of D&D Capital. The bloke behind me is my childhood bud, Harry Potter." Dudley handed the two his business card just to clear away any doubts. "So?"

The two men stopped staring at the business card and invited Dudley and Harry into the garage. The place was filled with things, from computer hardware to files of paper, and the walls were covered with whiteboards and sticky notes.

Dudley looked at it all and failed to see any faces on Larry and Sergey. Instead, he saw dollar signs. Google was going to be his long-term investment, one that he had no plans on selling for as long as he'd live. Heck, with his knowledge, he was confident enough to boost the company by a few hundred billion more.

Soon, Dudley sat down at an ordinary-looking, small square table with the two founders in front of him. Harry didn't sit and walked around, looking at things and making snarky comments.

"Ignore him, he was born with a golden spoon. Old money types. He has no interest in tech, just partying and girls." Dudley threw his cousin under the bus and started to lay down the trap. "So, can I look at the plan?"

"Of course!" Larry grabbed a file quickly and placed it in front of Dudley. "It's called BackRub right now, but we're changing it to Google starting next year. Our officemate suggested it, and we kinda liked it. In any case, our main goal right now is to scale things up and upgrade the hardware to make the searches faster…"

Dudley listened to the two founders silently while flipping pages. As he read the material, the Google that was before him was a mere shadow of the future behemoth. For now, the two men were focused on making it a successful search engine. But it was the backbone that'd support everything else.

They have no idea how massive the smartphone sector will be in the future. As long as I play my cards right, I can have Google be the default search engine on every smart device.

"Scalability is great and all, but how are you planning to make money from it? What's the plan for monetizing your search engine?" Dudley asked, wanting to turn Google into a money-making machine a little earlier than his known life.

Clank!

"Come on, Dud! We're getting late for the yacht party," Harry nagged from the side as he played with a paperweight. "What's so good about this place?"

"These two, and their ideas," Dudley replied, pointing at Larry and Sergey. "Let me deal with this, Harry."

Sergey took a deep breath and spoke. "We are currently looking for monetization methods. But with all our time focused on scalability, it'll take a bit of time."

"Hmm, one can eat and read a book at the same time," Dudley mumbled and started to write on empty papers on the file he was given. "I get the gist of what you're making, so let me pitch in an idea. Making money is one thing I'm good at, so do consider it."

Dudley wrote down and drew some diagrams and examples on the page. It was all based on his future knowledge of how the internet was going to slowly develop. Google was already the first to do it, but it was going to be even quicker.

"How about allowing businesses to bid on keywords and show text-based ads next to relevant search results? Let's say someone searched for Health Insurance, then an ad for health insurance appears in search results with a small text beside it declaring it's an 'ad'. If someone wants to buy books, Amazon shows up as an ad. Using a pay-per-click system would make it affordable and appealing for businesses."

He held himself back from using words like metadata and other things that were popular in the future. Those things were too advanced to be uttered that early, even if those concepts existed.

"As the internet keeps growing and getting faster, I reckon we could expand this ad program to more websites in the future—maybe even add picture ads and, who knows, videos that play on a loop someday." Dudley finished explaining and looked at their faces. "What do you think? Is it possible?"

The two founders looked at each other's faces alternatively.

"We… We were thinking about such an idea but this is… better," Larry muttered.

"Like a refined version," Sergey added.

No shit, you made it.

"Alright then, let's just get on with it and start working. Google, huh? That's a decent name. Could even end up as one of the big investments in my portfolio someday," Dudley dropped a small hint that they weren't the only ones. "So, how much investment are you after?"

"Eight? But ten will help us the most. Our servers are in need of major upgrades," Larry blurted.

"And how much equity are you planning to offer for that ten milli—"

"Dud, I'm leaving. Do whatever you want with my money, I don't care," Harry barked all of a sudden and looked around at the garage. "They don't even have a decent spot to sit. You really think they'll grow?"

"I do," Dudley replied.

"I don't," Harry said and left the garage.

Finally, Dudley looked back at the two men. "Ignore him. Generational wealthy like him grow up spoiled. So, how much equity?"

"Ten… percent?" Sergey murmured weakly, as if unsure.

Dudley laughed in his heart. Well, he could understand their minds. Until now, the only funding they'd got was a few hundred thousand dollars. They couldn't just proclaim their idea was worth billions and demand money. They had nothing much to show currently.

"Ten? You think Google is worth a hundred million?" Dudley looked around at the state of the garage, a silent gesture. "A company worth a hundred million is hiding in a garage, pretty nice origin story."

The two founders embarrassedly looked at each other, silently talking through expressions.

"What's your offer, Mr. Dursley?"

"Hmm…" Dudley relaxed back and thought about it. He already had the whole plan, though. "People say I'm reckless, but risks bring rewards. Three years ago I had nothing, and I took a loan of a million pounds from that bastard outside. Now, I'm worth a billion—risks, have paid me well."

He lied, but he knew he was going to be worth a billion by the end of the year.

Seeing the two, with their wide eyes of disbelief completely focused on him, Dudley gave his offer too good to refuse. Well, there was also silent magic involved.

"I want seventy percent equity for an investment of a hundred million dollars over two years," Dudley stated. "I won't be directly involved in your day-to-day work, but I'll send over ideas and proposals for you to consider. If you don't think they'll work, that's fine, but I'd appreciate a thoughtful explanation or at least a proper discussion about it."

At the end of the day, Dudley only had ideas and no real knowledge of tech. He could only point out fingers, not lead with that said finger. Leaving Google to Larry and Sergey for at least twenty years was the best idea.

Even if you reject me, I have the means to replicate you. Dudley thought in his head. Although it was a bigger headache, it was a totally doable venture.

"You want a controlling stake?" Larry asked sternly.

"No, I want money. The more of Google I own, the more I make. You can have control, I don't care," Dudley declared, arms folded, "As long as you consider my ideas."

Larry and Sergey looked at each other's faces, confusion in their eyes.

"Can we… talk alone for a moment?"

"Sure." Dudley stood up. "I'll be waiting in the car."

Dudley left the garage and sat down in the backseat of the comfortable car. Harry was relaxing there, reclining back and fixing his hair to his desired style.

"Did they agree?" Harry asked.

"Not yet."

"What? Did I—"

"You did fine, Harry. Besides, they'll agree," Dudley confidently claimed before loosening his tie. "Let's just say the business cards I gave them were… magically motivating."

"But… isn't that wrong?"

Dudley frowned at his cousin. "They're not mind-controlling cards, Harry. They're dipped into something like a calming draught."

"You helped them calm down?"

"No, the opposite."

####

Ice cream, pizza, and Hollywood.

After finalizing the deal with Larry and Sergey, Dudley was in the mood to enjoy. The two founders gave in to the temptations of a hundred million. Blinded by the dream of seeing their company's expansion, they sold seventy percent of their child.

"Why are we here?" Harry looked around at the massive mansions on the pretty nice-looking street.

"Real estate," Dudley replied and looked out of the window. He didn't stop, however, since the flight back to London was in a few hours. But still, he took a nice drive-by tour.

Soon enough, they saw the distant Hollywood sign on the mountainside. Harry clicked pictures with his camera, but Dudley froze and smacked his own head.

I know almost every hit movie and show that'll come out in the next two decades. I can… build a massive media empire by just knowing those names. What is wrong with me? Why didn't I think of it? No… Is this body too dumb?

"Let's go home, Harry."

We have a lot of work to do.

####

Once Dudley returned to London, he grabbed Edwin and started heavily focusing on shorting the Hedge Fund he knew was going to bust. That was his year-end plan. But that wasn't all, he looked for a few more competent friends from his last time on Earth and made them take the Showbiz and Real Estate department each.

Then, as the new year came closer, Amazon's stock also shot through the sky. Dudley's net worth skyrocketed, but he needed liquid assets, not long-term stocks he didn't want to touch.

But things went well over time. He didn't miss out on meeting his friends either, even visiting the Grangers and getting his teeth checked. The New Year was spent in his London office, however, ending the year with a blast, a net worth of over a billion, and fat bonuses for his five employees.

When the 2nd of January rolled in, Dudley found himself in a taxi with Lily and Harry, instead of the usual Petunia and Vernon. Lily made Harry take the front passenger seat and shared the back one with Dudley.

What does she want? Babysitting him?

Dudley looked at the woman. Her complexion was smooth and pale, she seemed to have recovered for the most part. Her lush, red hair was loose and beautiful, just like her eyes. And thankfully, she had started to wear normal tight pants and coats, which hinted at her tall and curvaceous figure.

"Something you wanted to talk about?" Dudley asked her plainly.

Lily looked forward at Harry and suddenly shifted sideways closer to Dudley.

Ugh, this is awkward now. Dudley felt the side of her thighs squeeze against him, her shoulder against his. Her scentful perfume was strongly felt.

"I can't let Harry hear us," Lily whispered near his ear. "I didn't get to meet you ever since you returned. Did you… see anything else?"

Dudley tried to not look towards her, but even when he looked down, he saw her warm, black tight jeans-covered legs squeezed together, her long coat parted in the middle. I'd love to see a lot more. Ah, fuck, I shouldn't be thinking this.

Still, he chose to throw a bit more bait. He wanted her to see him as the most important ally. "I did… Black will show up at the school. But he's not after Harry, I don't think. Peter's somewhere near Hogwarts too… I think."

Fright took over Lily. Unknowingly, she grabbed Dudley's arm closest to her, hugging it a bit too much. Dudley felt the softness of her ripe bosom. Although covered in layers of clothes, his senses didn't fail him.

This has to be intentional. Seriously? Seducing me? Then don't mind me if I…

Dudley gulped and moved the same arm she was hugging, and landed his flat palm over her thigh closest to him. Just in the middle, not too close to her core, not too far, where he could feel the plumpness of her flesh.

"Hogwarts is safe for him. Don't worry," he whispered.

Lily squeezed his arm further, hugging him right into her compressing breasts. "Dudley, will you… I know you don't want to get involved. Can you please send me a letter if you see anything?"

"I…" Dudley hesitated.

Yup, this is intentional. He felt her embrace tighten on his arm, and her legs pressed closer towards his. He even spread his palm on her left thigh, the tip of his fingers even reaching between her warm squeezed legs. She still didn't react.

"I... I'll figure something out. But I can't get too involved, not directly." He glanced at her at last, locking eyes, trying to sound reassuring. "I'll be back for the Easter holiday though. We can plan things out better then."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

And just like that, the desirable woman in her thirties landed a quick, soft peck on Dudley's cheek. She shifted away from him after that, but Dudley stayed there, feeling electrified, heated up in all the wrong places he was trying to control.

S-She… Does she want me to? Uh, this is confusing.

In silence, the car soon arrived at the station. Lily walked with them all the way to the platform and met a few other Wizard parents she was close to previously. By now, the news of her return had spread.

Dudley left before Harry, it being hard to calm the beast in his pants with Lily giving him side eyes every now and then. There was certainly something going on in her head, and he was inclined to learn Legilimency just to find that out.

Thankfully, he had his girls to sit with who didn't mind his erections at all. Susan, the girl who made his Christmas night, and Hannah, the gullible girl he was trying to change. The two girls were sitting in the cabin as always, waiting for him.

"Dudley!"

"Good morning, Dudley."

Susan jumped to hug him, and Hannah gently embraced him with a blush on her cheeks.

Ah, Hufflepuff is the best. No nonsense, just wholesome, fun girls.

Dudley sat down facing the two girls and took out boxes of gifts he had prepared for them.

"Use them well."

"Use?" Hannah exclaimed and looked at the large, wrapped box. "What's in it?"

"I suggest you open these in private. Don't want anyone talking, do you?" He winked at Hannah and earned a shy giggle. As for Susan, she was already unwrapping it, unbothered.

That's why I got you something different. He was already a master of guessing her behavior.

"Woah? Is this… the all-apparel cloak? I read about this. It's famous in America!" Susan grabbed the piece of cloth and draped it around her shoulders. Then she thought of a sexy, party dress, tight around the waist, with a long slit on the leg side. The cloak instantly changed and became the dress she wanted.

Dudley chuckled when she looked at him, locking his gaze. Both of them knew how they were going to use that magical cloak in the future. Easy access for her lover? Wasn't that the best thing?

As for Hannah, she had a few more things in the box. Not just the cloak.

A few very special things.

Let's test her a little.

####

Nothing changed for Dudley at Hogwarts other than Susan's constant needy hugs and suggestions that they find a place for some action. At that point, he seriously considered using the Room of Requirement.

But he controlled his urges, letting her impatience simmer. It was more fun to tease her instead, always sitting beside her in the classroom and feeling her soft, squishy legs. He didn't ignore Hannah either, showering ample praises on her and helping boost her confidence.

Then amidst the classes, Harry started his anti-dementor lessons, and Dudley did study sessions with Hermione at the library. The first week went by and Sunday arrived. That sunny day, Dudley decided to put Hannah's improvements to the test.

Leaving Susan to finish her assignments, Dudley took Hannah out for a walk near the lake. Of course, he made her wear the clothes of his choice, the white thigh-high stockings he had gifted her, a light scarlet knee-length skirt, a white t-shirt, and a wooly blazer. Her hair was let free that day, the blonde locks draping her beautifully.

With a picnic cloth, a bag, an easel with canvas, and some painting tools, he soon brought her to a perfect spot behind a large tree with tall bushes around them. The school stood behind the tree, and so was the massive lake.

Alone, with a slim chance of being disturbed, Dudley and Hannah set up the cloth on the ground near the tree and then took out a few books to read. Meanwhile, Dudley set up the easel and the canvas three meters back from the tree, that way he got a look at the lake and the castle behind, along with the tree's trunk.

"How was your Christmas, Hannah?" Dudley sat down in front of her, while Hannah sat with her back against the large tree, her knees squeezed together and sideways, a feminine sight to behold.

Feeling confident with just the two of them there, Hannah smiled and took out a photograph from her bag. "I loved it! Dad helped Mum make the cake—it looked a bit wonky, but it tasted absolutely brilliant!"

Dudley relaxed, feeling no hurry. It was still late morning, and cold, so he let the sunlight warm up the place a bit before doing anything. He talked about his holiday with her, and read a book on the side.

"A-A billion? How much is that in Galleons?"

Dudley made rough calculations, "About twenty million Galleons? But that's just going off that mad exchange rate Gringotts uses. I truly hate those inefficient bastards—they're ripping off the entire wizarding world and nobody realizes it. No wonder the wizarding world feels like it's stuck in the Middle Ages with no proper money around."

Hannah smiled, loving the casual talk. "Can't you ask for a better deal? You're so rich now."

"Haggle with Goblins? There's a greater chance of my blood being Felicis Felix than them agreeing to haggle." Dudley replied, and without asking, shifted beside Hannah before laying sideways, landing his head on her insanely soft lap. From there, looking up, he saw the ample hills and her charming face. "Maybe I should just create a new bank."

"A bank?" She exclaimed, already caressing his black hair warmly. "I don't think it'll help. Most of the wealth is held by the ancient, pureblood families. They won't agree to work with you… a…"

"Muggle-born?"

"I… Uh, I didn't mean to…"

Dudley chuckled and reached for her face from below and caressed her cheek. "I get it, you didn't mean it like that. Don't worry, Hannah. All I need to do is make a ton of money—enough that they can't resist their love of gold. Folks can be pretty predictable when it comes to that."

Hannah silently tilted her neck into his caressing hand, all the while looking down at Dudley's face. Her one hand brushed through his hair and played with a few strands. It was pretty silent around them, and Dudley could almost hear Hannah's heartbeat.

"Be confident, Hannah," Dudley commented all of a sudden, seeing the desire on her face. He could feel the nervous wiggles of her legs under him, and see she was biting the insides of her lips and wiggling brows.

Hannah gulped and finally, lowered her face and kissed Dudley on her lap. Her hair flowed down and covered both their faces.

Dudley went with the flow, letting her peck his lips gently, and stay there for a long moment. She didn't move back when he parted his lips and continued to kiss him with little swipes of her pink tongue. Slowly, her tongue eased into his mouth. She sloppily tried her best to kiss, and explored his mouth with her tongue, sometimes even suckling on his lips.

Dudley felt the tickles of her tongue on his own, hearing her heaving breath struggling. He admired the way she tried hard to appear more experienced since it was hard for someone as shy as she was. Her naive but willing-to-try attitude was kind of cute and commendable, he certainly wanted to teach her a lot more.

Hannah's breath soon turned ragged and she pulled back from the kiss. Unknown if it was from the lack of oxygen or from the thirst, her face flushed red, and tiny beads of sweat formed on her temple.

Dudley also sat up and shifted on his legs, back in front of her. He looked at her face and asked "Are you wearing it?"

Hannah gulped but simply nodded, blushing even harder.

"Then show me."

Dudley spread her knees apart with his hands, having her pull up the skirt she was wearing to her belly, and took a look at that beautiful sight.

Hugging Hannah's full hips were a pair of floral-laced white panties. They were almost see-through since the lace was so thin. But secured right in the middle was a flat, round, bright yellow object fastened with the lace like a button on a shirt, slightly protruding out with every breath she took. The other, longer end, was obviously tightly packed inside her tight, damp, most secret places. A small, yellow wand for a pretty Hufflepuff, such a perfect combination.

Dudley could almost trace the lines of her pink lower lips clamping around the dildo. He extended his hand between her legs and lightly touched the round end, causing Hannah to squirm a little, feeling sensitive from arousal.

"Ummm…" Hannah's moaning, lips parted as he hit that spot inside her.

Staring into her eyes, Dudley leaned into her for a kiss. His right hand supported him on the tree behind Hannah, while his left hand kept rubbing against the end of the silicone wand. He twirled it inside her, pulling it a little then pushing it back in, feeling her withering body underneath him. Her moans tasted sweet in his mouth.

The heat of her body turned up a notch every time he pushed it a bit further in, and the goosebumps on her legs were clearly felt when he flicked the rigid thing up and down. He wanted more, he wanted to see her scream out in ecstasy, so he took it even further.

He kissed her even deeper and took out the dildo's flat round end from the lace around it with one hand easily. He moved the bridge of her panties and grabbed the dildo, moving it in and out of her slowly and gently. It squelched a little as her pussy took in every inch, disappearing into her petal-soft folds.

Hannah instinctively wanted to close her legs, but Dudley's hand stopped her. She felt helpless, almost coerced, but somehow it was thrilling. The big veiny dildo scraped her inner walls, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Her pussy lips could feel the round thing widening her, stretching her from tip to end. The crowned end nudged on her deepest wall of throbbing flesh.

Every time he pulled it out to the tip and shoved it back into her, her nectar would spurt out a little. So Dudley moved a little faster, picking up rhythm as he felt her watery delight starting to wet his hands. He twisted and drilled, plunging into her like churning butter. His tongue dug into her mouth, tasting the blonde Hufflepuff's hot moans she stifled.

"Umph! Oohh Dudley… Ahhh…" Hannah broke away from the kiss, catching her breath and moaning in withering heat.

Dudley moved back a bit, letting Hannah see his wet hand moving the dildo in and out of her puckering flushed pussy. He intentionally moved it slower again, letting her feel every stretch and twitch as she felt it deep in her loins, the lubricating juices leaking out little by little.

Every time he shoved the last inch in, a small squeak escaped her.

Dudley finally sat back when his hand felt tired, letting the yellow wand stay inside her.

After admiring the way it throbbed with every breath she took for a moment, he pulled her panties. He got one leg out, and let the sexy laced pantie tightly hang around the other knee.

"Hannah, I want to draw you… will you be my model?"

Hannah looked up at his needy, handsome smile, and inwardly swore to Merlin that it made her want to even give her life to him. She nodded in silence, slowly closing her legs.

"Don't close them. You look beautiful this way," Dudley said as he stood up, fixed the throbbing erection in his pants, and went to the easel and canvas to paint. "Use the toy I gifted you, Hannah—I'd love to hear your lovely moan."

Hannah shyly opened her legs back up and grabbed hold of the toy she was given. At first, she looked at him, then at the toy, a bit hesitating as she sucked on her lips. Then she started moving it on her own, ever so gently.

"Oh.." A short moan escaped her lips and she felt her inner muscles flutter around it, suckling it. Her eyes fluttered and felt the toy twitch lightly inside, overcome with lust. Using the tree behind her to support herself, Hannah lengthened her strokes, pulling it out further and plunging deeper.

"That's good, keep going, let it all out Hannah. I'm here watching," Dudley commented from behind his easel. She naturally upped the speed which earned her a loud squeak, exciting him further.

Hannah got creative, adding in little twists of her hips and experimenting with different motions. She tried pulling it nearly all the way out a few times and slamming back with a little force. The wet lewd sounds continued to get louder, mixed together with her moans. At the way her hips were currently angled, the dildo was hitting that sensitive spot inside of her perfectly.

"Oh ohhh Merlin… ahh!" Hannah pleasured herself, her sinful desire peaking. Her other hand came forward, slipping between her legs, and searching for that little bundle of nerves. She flicked and rubbed, letting the nub of slippery flesh dance around her finger.

"Ahhhh!" She moaned with reckless abandon, feeling the silky-hard toy brushing up and down against her soaking walls.

"That's it. Louder, Hannah. Faster." Dudley kept drawing, his gaze scorching. "You look beautiful Hannah, keep going. Lift up your t-shirt too."

Hanna did so with urgent need, the need for a release clouded her mind. She pulled up her t-shirt and then bit the hem with her pearly white teeth. Then she excitedly pulled her bra down with a quick jolt and fondled her own breast with a wet palm. The other hand was still ramming the dildo into her sopping pussy.

"Oohhh… Yes… Yess!" She moaned as she pinched her nipple, smushing her pale breast between her fingers. She molded her own flesh around her palm, while her other hand kept thrusting inside with feverish delight.

"Keep going, feel it, every bit. You like it, right?" Dudley kept watching, his bulging need already struggling under his zipper.

"Ummmhh… Feels so good, Dudley," Hannah mewled in pure bliss.

Eventually, Dudley dropped his pants and underwear. His long, girthy, veiny shaft throbbed in heat. But he drew it all, her lewd expression, her blushing, wet petals. Every inch of her sweating, pleasure-seeking body.

Hannah's abdominal muscles were starting to burn up and she could feel the familiar tingling in her body, a sign of her approaching orgasm. Her legs instinctively closed, locking the sinful object deep inside her loins while she still gyrated the end. Her grip tightened around her breast, pinching her nipple hard.

By then, Hannah's heart was hammering furiously but her body felt as if she was moving in whipped cream. A wave surged through her, carried her over the top and she came hard. She felt herself squirting with a loud splosh.

"Ahhh—umphhh!!" She cried out incoherently.

She convulsed so hard against the tree, leaning further back. She saw stars in front of her eyes as the intense waves of pleasure began to diminish. Her hand stops moving the dildo, utterly drenched in her hot climax, weakly letting go and letting it stay there inside her pussy.

At that point, Dudley finished painting. He walked over to Hannah, naked below his waist, his manhood dangling with throbbing need. He spread his legs, landing each foot beside her waist as he stood above her, his large cock close to her lips, towering just as his tall frame.

"Go on," he smiled at her.

Hannah, still panting from the wild orgasm, couldn't help but feel hot again from the sight of his sizable, bulging shaft, larger than what she took between her legs. She knew it would feel different inside her, maybe even more amazing.

But too tired to try that, she opened up her mouth and tentatively licked the tip, the salty punch instantly hitting her palate.

Dudley allowed her to suckle his swollen mushroom head while he stroked his length with an urgent, primal need. Her mouth felt so hot, and having built up that erection for a while, he felt the tickles in his balls spread through his body.

"Hannah… ah… You don't mind if I…"

"Hmm…" Hannah flinched and tightened her lips around the rim of his bulbous cockhead. One of her hands instinctively reached for his girth, afraid he'd pull back.

But after seeing he didn't intend to, she relaxedly suckled his tip, both her hands then gently resting on his thighs, holding him there.

"Ugh…"

Dudley shuddered and felt his shaft throb, the convulsions spreading all across his hips and front. With a final groan, he emptied his creamy, thick, sticky, ropes of cum into Hannah's mouth. The burst was so much that he felt as if his knees were emptied out, all going into that hot, scorching throat—a whole week's accumulation.

"Umph…gh…" She gagged and coughed, trying to contain it all in her bulging cheeks.

"You can spit it out if you want," Dudley told her.

But Hannah's watery eyes looked up at him, glazed in exhaustion and arousal, and then she gulped down his thick cream audibly. Bit by bit, swallowing the warm viscous fluid down her throat, causing a squeezing sucking motion on his tip to take in every last drop.

Dudley shivered one last time, as he felt the last drops being pulled out of his cockhead.

After a moment, he tiredly sat down beside her and pulled her head onto his shoulder. With a wave of his wand, he summoned his pants to cover his calming cock.

"You looked beautiful, Hannah," he muttered, puffing from his own strenuous stroking. "I think I did alright painting you."

"Can I see?"

"Of course!" Dudley jumped to his feet and put on his pants.

Then, he walked over to the easel and grabbed the canvas whole. Though he took a quick pause to admire the painting as well as the model, her skirt was still bunched up, revealing her plump pale thighs, and the rosy drenched slit. The dildo was on the side, though the t-shirt had fallen down and covered those delightful mounds.

"Have a look." He sat down beside her once again and held the canvas on his lap. "I'm not an expert, so don't mind any minor issues. I struggle with the eyes."

"This!" Hannah's eyes widened. First in praise and then in panic. The details were great, and the colors were beautiful. With the backdrop of the lake and Hogwarts, there she was by the tree, her naked breasts glistening under the sunlight, her drenched lower lips being struck by her willing hands, dildo half in and half out. Her white panties were on her knee, and her face… it was too recognizable. "W-Where will you keep this?"

Dudley chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, landing a soft kiss on her cheek. Although he loved her confident self, that gullible, shy outburst of panic was always cute. "In my bedroom at my new farmhouse near London. I'm considering buying some big farmlands and getting a few horses. I want to make it a nice, comfortable place, but still close enough to the city. You should come to visit whenever you'd like… I'd love to paint you more."

Hannah breathed deeply and looked back at the canvas. "Next one… I get to keep."

"Sure, keep as many as you want."

The two didn't return to the school right away. Since there were still plenty of sunlight hours left, they stayed by the tree, shoulder to shoulder, reading books and chatting. Dudley didn't do anything other than some quick rubs of his hand and making out after cleansing their mouths.

Then as the sun began to set, they gathered their things and headed back towards the school. Dudley had brought an expansion pouch to store the canvas, thankfully, as walking with that painting was inviting a headache.

"Will you be going home for Easter too?" Hannah asked, walking beside him.

"I have to. D&D Capital is at a really important stage right now. The expansion's moving fast, and it needs my approval before we can plan the next steps." Dudley replied truthfully. "When I get back, could I borrow your notes? I've got to get ready for the exams."

"Heh, um, I don't think you'll need it, Dudley. You hardly studied these past two years and still did better than me and Susan."

"Well, studying is one thing I'm good at. But it's nowhere near Hermione's level. I envy that girl's head," Dudley muttered and walked into the corridor of the school, headed towards the Hufflepuff common room. "Speaking of brains, I hope Susan finished her assignment."

"She's just lazy, not dumb," Hannah added.

"Dud!"

Dudley halted and looked behind. Harry and Ron came running towards him, waving through the corridor.

"Where were you? I've been looking for you since morning."

"I was near the lake, Harry. Painting and basking in the sun. What happened?" Dudley asked, noticing a hint of a scowl on Ron's face. That could only mean one thing. "Where's Hermione?"

"Probably off sulking somewhere again. Big surprise," Ron groaned from the side, rolling his eyes.

You're one lucky dude. She still chose to share a bed with you.

"What happened?" He looked at his sensible cousin.

"I got a Firebolt a few days ago—a gift. But Hermione told Professor McGonagall, and she confiscated it. She… she shouldn't have done that."

"Did you know who sent it?" Dudley asked.

"No."

"Did you get it tested for any curses or stuff?"

"No."

"Do you know someone's after your life?"

"Y-Yeah." Harry shrank his neck as he realized his mistake.

Thump!

Dudley softly knocked on his cousin's head. "Then why the fuck are you sulking? You're filthy rich, Harry—just buy a new one. Who cares?"

"Pfft! It seems Weasley's pitiful little fortune has infected the Potters as well. Spent it all trying to raise your mum from the dead, did you, Potter?"

Dudley rubbed his face tiredly and looked behind him. There he was, Draco Malfoy with his two fat lackeys and the tall Zabini who had a whore for a mother. Or perhaps the bitch was just a cursed witch.

"Go back and suckle your mum's tits, Draco! Don't raise your voice when adults are talking," Dudley retorted back. The easiest way to reach Lucius was through Draco, after all.

"You! Silence, you mudblood!" Draco sneered, his anger evident as he reached for his wand. "Typical. What else would spill from that disgusting mouth?"

"Wisdom on making money? Not that you'd know much about it—Daddy's little princess always gets everything mouthfed to him, doesn't he, Malfoy?"

Go on, get angry, Malfoy. Let me lead you to ruin.

"How dare you!" Malfoy bellowed and finally took out his wand and aimed it at Dudley. "You… Soon, you'll know your place, mudbloo—"

"What's that? You're saying I'm wrong? Fine, let's make it interesting, then. Gryffindor and Slytherin are playing soon, aren't they?" Dudley changed the subject with a smirk. "Do you really think your team stands a chance?"

"Of course we will. Potter's had his little moments of luck these past two years, but it's clearly run out now. Don't you think so, Potter? Woooo~" Draco waved his arms, mockingly imitating a Dementor. "Slytherin will crush you."

"Great!" Dudley clapped his hand and looked left and right. Quickly, he noticed a pretty, blonde-haired Slytherin girl going around them. "Daphne! A moment, please."

The blue-eyed quiet girl halted and looked at him, a single brow raised in annoyance, disliking being stared at by all those boys there. But, she was thankful to Dudley for the whistle. "I'm in a hurry, Dudley."

Ah, she didn't forget to use my first name.

"It won't take long. I need you to be a neutral witness to the bet that I and Draco are about to make," he declared and looked back at Draco. "How does ten thousand… no, let's make it a hundred thousand. How does a hundred thousand Galleons sound as a bet?"

"..."

All noise died down in that entire corridor. Even those who were just passing by stopped and looked at the small crowd of Dudley's side and Draco's side. Nobody coughed and whispered, they all stood speechless when they heard the amount.

Dudley noticed a curved smile on Daphne's lips and winked before focusing back on Draco. "What? Your daddy can't afford that?"

"He can! I can! It's you, Dursley, that I'm uncertain of. Do you honestly think your pathetic Muggle father can afford it?"

"Pfft!" Harry snorted upon hearing that.

"Haha, he's gotten dumber," Ron bellowed openly. "Malfoy, Dudley is among the richest wizards in the country."

The world, I think. Dudley thought but didn't correct. He wasn't sure how rich the richest wizard was.

All eyes fell on Dudley at Ron's proclamation.

"Don't worry about it, Draco. Just tell me, are you up for the bet? If Gryffindor loses, I'll give you a hundred thousand Galleons. If Slytherin loses, you pay me the same." Dudley raised his hand towards Draco to seal the bet and glanced at Daphne. "You heard it?"

"Loud and clear." The blonde Slytherin seemed to be enjoying it.

Finally, all eyes landed on Draco, mounting the pressure on his spineless back. This wasn't simply one or two galleons, but the lifetime wealth of a well-off wizard family. Of course, it wasn't that big for the Malfoys, but it was still a lot.

Draco gulped, feeling cornered.

"You can back out if you want. I wouldn't blame you. It's your daddy's money, afte—"

"I accept it! Let's make the bet, Dursley!" Draco sneered, spinning on his heel to leave. "I don't shake mudblood hands."

Dudley shrugged and smiled before looking at the witness. "Thanks, Daphne. Dinner's on me on Hogsmeade week."

"Sure… if you win the bet." Daphne waved at him and left.

Ignoring Ron and Harry's amusement, and Hanna's hand clutching his sweater's edge anxiously, Dudley looked at the distant shadow of Draco still in his view.

Hah! Can't wait to see the look on your daddy's face, Ferret.

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Chapter Text

"Buddy, if you wanna survive this madness, you gotta loosen up a little."

"Snort crack to loosen up? I'd rather lick cyanide."

"Your wish—I was just saying, this place ain't for the weak. We're all chasing the same vault of gold, the question is who can outlast the others and grab it."

Dudley looked at the white powder on the table in front of him. He watched as those around him took some and did what they did. He stayed there, sitting, feeling like an outsider. A pressure arose, a voice in his head that told him to do it. Do it to fit in.

And then, he woke up.

"Ugh… Seriously, out of all the memories to dream of." He groaned the first thing in the morning, sitting up on his bed in the Hufflepuff dorm room. It was bright there, a theme standard all over the Hufflepuff common room and dorms.

"Morning, Dud."

"Morning, Dudley."

Dudley looked around at his dorm mates. The large, round room was spacious and homely, filled with large cupboards beside each bed, a table, and a chair, along with chests. But the fact was that he had to share the room with three other boys and that lack of privacy was annoying.

Heck, he didn't even bother with the boys he shared the room with. They were just friends by the virtue of being dorm mates. They talked sometimes, shared a meal together, and that was it.

Wish I could have shared a room with Hannah and Susan.

"Morning." He got out of bed, grabbed his towel, and brush set, and walked over to the boy's bathroom on the boy's side of the dorms. Once again, he wished he could share a shower with the two beauties of Hufflepuff.

After cleaning himself up quickly, he put on his school uniform and left the dorms. He looked for his friends in the common room, but noticing their absence, he headed to the Great Hall instead. Breakfast was still an hour away, but the benches of the Great Hall were the usual spots for most students to gather in the morning.

"Good morning, Dudley."

He waved and greeted back some Ravenclaw girl he didn't even know. For some reason, the attention he received from the opposite gender had increased manifold ever since the third year began. He reckoned it was his work during the Chamber of Secrets fiasco. But he was willing to bet that his rapidly growing wealth was also a spice in that concoction.

"There you are, Mr. Dursley."

"No good morning, Professor McGonagall?" Dudley smiled at the always attentive Deputy Headmistress just outside the Great Hall.

"A very good morning to you. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait to forward it to your friends. The Headmaster has summoned you to his chamber." Professor McGonagall revealed and started walking. "Follow me, I'll guide you through the path."

A private chat with me? For what? This was the first time Dumbledore had invited him to his office. Heck, he didn't even remember ever speaking to the old man one-on-one. Is it because of the thing with Susan and Hannah?

That felt like the only plausible reason. The school was indeed very strict on "fornication". But there were a bunch of other things, such as Lily's return, her displeasure with Dumbledore, and his recent bet.

He followed McGonagall all the way to the Headmaster's office. She then said the password and he went up the spiral staircase before finally knocking on a wooden door.

The door opened on its own, and he walked in nonchalantly, observing the Headmaster's office for the first time. It was just like he imagined, a large space yet cozy in its own way. Filled with portraits on the walls, books on the shelves, and god knows what artifacts here and there.

"Good morning, Mr. Dursley."

Dudley looked towards the side where the fireplace was. Dumbledore was standing there with Fawkes perched on his one arm as he caressed the red feathers.

"Good morning, Professor," Dudley greeted and stepped closer.

"Ah, I suspect the call of breakfast tugs at you quite insistently, so I shall be brief. I understand you entered into a wager with Mr. Malfoy a few days ago. Allow me to remind you that such practices are not sanctioned within these walls. While I may overlook a harmless bit of mischief, the stakes you set this time leave me no choice but to intervene," Dumbledore sternly said, lacking any hint of neutrality or gentleness that Dudley knew Harry received.

At least it's not about the girls.

Dudley thought about a counterargument quickly. "If I've been called here, I expect Draco has been too. Surely he's been told off for calling me—and Hermione—filthy Mudbloods? I'm sure there is no place for blood purist talks within these walls."

Dumbledore looked at him.

Dudley didn't look back. But he got the message. Draco wasn't reprimanded at all. Having a rich and influential father was one heck of a thing. And that was also infuriating to Dudley since he was also extremely rich now, sadly he still had a long way to go before gaining influence.

"Mr. Dursley, your intelligence is well known to me, and Professor Vector speaks of you often with great admiration—truly a once-in-a-lifetime talent in Arithmancy. Your success in wealth is evidence of your sharp mind, and I have no doubt it will continue to grow. However, I must urge you to remain cautious and steer clear of individuals such as Draco and his father. Though your fortunes may surpass theirs, they possess other ways of causing trouble, and one would do well to avoid their influence."

Since when did he start talking so straightforwardly? Dudley pondered what warranted that show of concern.

"I will… keep that in mind, Professor. But I can't back down from the bet now, or Draco will see it as fuel to blood purist fire. I may lose, and that's acceptable," Dudley replied and kept looking at the cute Phoenix. Looking at anything was better than looking into Dumbledore's eyes.

"And I assure you, Mr. Dursley, I have no intention of forcing you to retreat. My words are but a gentle caution," Dumbledore said, his tone calm as he moved from the fireplace to settle gracefully at his desk. "Now, there is another matter I must address."

No, no, no, don't take the girls away from me. What's the point of being rich then?

"Of late, I have observed a certain hesitancy within the Ministry regarding the continued support of our school. Moreover, the flow of donations has diminished, and the Board of Governors grows increasingly cautious."

Is he asking me for a donation?

"That… is a problem," Dudley muttered. But he refrained from saying further, wanting to hear it from Dumbledore's mouth.

"Mr. Dursley, I was merely curious—do your financial endeavors extend to managing funds for, say, a government, a business, or, in this particular instance, a school?"

Oh? Dudley instantly understood Dumbledore's intent.

"You want to create a Hogwarts investment fund? That's… actually quite a clever idea. It could make the school a lot more self-sufficient in the long run." Dudley did some mental calculations. "I could help manage something like that, for, say, a ten percent cut—um, how much are you thinking of investing, Professor?"

"Everything I own. With no heir to claim it, and a life largely devoted to this school, I would be most delighted to see Hogwarts flourish long after I'm gone. I daresay there are others who share such sentiments, and in the end, I believe the total shall be nearly three hundred thousand."

"Galleons? That's close to fifteen million pounds." Dudley calculated in his head. Heck, he would graciously add a few million from his own pocket as long as it got his name etched in the school's investor's plaque or something. "But, I think I might have a better idea, Professor."

"I'm all ears, Mr. Dursley."

Why look around for backing when I've got him? He can get things done much faster.

Dudley straightened his back for his pitch. "You know, wizarding banking is basically controlled by the Goblins. And just like in the Muggle world, monopolies never work out well. They stop healthy competition, and eventually, quality goes right down the drain. I've noticed it myself at Gringotts—how the Goblins look down on wizards when we walk in. They barely offer any service, and yet, we let them hold our gold. From my experience dealing with both muggle and wizard money, the conversion rates Gringotts offers are dreadful. The three hundred thousand you're hoping to invest should be around thirty million in muggle currency, but because of their monopoly, you'll only get fifteen."

"And what do you propose as a solution?"

"Competition, what else? My wealth has already surpassed a billion, and honestly, I can't keep going with Gringotts when I'm facing such huge losses. So, I've decided to start a new bank—one that bridges both the Muggle and magical worlds. Just like Muggle banks, wizards who deposit their money will earn monthly interest, plus a whole lot of other benefits. It's time the Goblins learned how banking should really be done. Of course, I can't manage this alone. I'll need strong supporters, backers with influence and wealth to make it happen." Dudley revealed his long-term plans. "I don't want the Ministry causing any problems for me, and I want to build a vault facility whose location will be kept secret, and the only way to access it will be using portkeys—for wizards only."

Dumbledore rubbed his beard, deep in thought. "Ah, I see. Was that the reason you made the bet with young Mr. Malfoy? To win his father's attention, perhaps?"

"Two things can be true at the same time, isn't that right, Professor?"

"Knowing Lucius, he will investigate you thoroughly, and once he learns about your talents… He's a ruthless man to be in business with, Mr. Dursley."

And I'll show him what real Wall Street savagery looks like. He'll be begging me by the time I'm done.

"I'm aware, Professor," Dudley replied. "I don't rely on luck."

"If you manage to sway Lucius, though I doubt his attachment to his beliefs will allow it, you'll find the path ahead considerably clearer," Dumbledore said, his tone both cautious and wise. "As for the Ministry... I suspect Cornelius would welcome a bit of competition for Gringotts, regardless of who's behind it."

Forget about Lucius joining. Dudley noted the hint in his tone.

I'll consider it a test then. If he can't look beyond his ideology and focus on money, he's doomed to fail.

"Does that mean you'll support me, Professor?"

"I shall speak with those who are keen on establishing the Hogwarts Investment Fund with me. Should they, as I suspect, be swayed by the undeniable evidence of your talents, I shall certainly offer my full support."

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Dudley celebrated silently.

"Now, Mr. Dursley, it would be wise for you to return to the Great Hall. Breakfast is soon to be served, and while the world beyond may call for your attention, I do hope you will not neglect your magical studies." Dumbledore signaled him to leave as kindly as he could.

"Not a chance, Professor." Dudley stood up and frankly spoke while leaving. "I love magic."

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"Morning, girls."

Susan leaned in close as Dudley settled between her and Hannah, her voice low and teasing. "What took you so long?" she purred, her hand sliding onto his warm lap, fingers squeezing lightly at the muscles of his thigh. "We were just about to go look for you."

Dudley cherished his redheaded friend so much. Just being close to her was a natural antidepressant. Besides, he also landed his left hand on Hanna's thighs on his other side, receiving a warm smile from her succulent lips. She also squeezed closer to his side at that.

"The old boss called me. Warned me about the bet I made with Draco," he revealed. "I didn't back out, though."

Susan vocally sneered. "Let me guess, he cried to his daddy and his daddy complained to the Headmaster?"

"Typical Malfoy," Hannah added, a real sign of her growing confidence.

Certainly, Dudley rewarded her by squeezing her inner thighs a little harder. Under his breath, he cursed the lack of privacy in school or else he'd have loved to be inches deep inside them that morning.

"Well, he can do whatever he likes. I'm not backing down. There's still two months before the Quidditch match."

"Ehm… Dudley?"

All of a sudden, they heard a voice from behind. Dudley quickly moved his hand away from Hannah, but he had to swat away Susan's from squeezing his rock-hard erection.

God damn, girl. You're too wild.

He looked behind finally, finding two Gryffindor lads far from their table. One was Ron, and the other was Percy, his face was red with some acne.

"Lost?" He joked.

Ron shrugged and patted his elder brother's shoulder. "Percy wanted to have a word with you, but since you two haven't met, I thought I'd step in. Percy, this fatty's Dudley, and Dud, this is my brother, Percy."

Dudley sneered dismissively, "Fat? Buddy, have you seen me without a shirt? I got muscles enough to shatter your head with my biceps alone."

"I can vouch for that," Susan blurted from the side, winking and giggling.

Hah! Dudley noted a hint of jealousy on Ron's face at Susan's words.

"So, what can I do for you?" Dudley looked at Percy. Though, he was already aware of what Percy was likely going to ask. Ever since the news of Penelope Clearwater getting hired by him spread, too many 7th years had reached out. Of course, he gave the truly talented ones a chance, some beauties too.

"I was wondering if you have a job opening at your business. I got twelve OWLs and…"

"Wait, weren't you interested in joining the Ministry?" Dudley asked back.

Percy awkwardly smiled, nodding his head. "I… I was but then… Isn't it better to work somewhere more fulfilling?"

Ah, money does talk. Dudley understood the issue. No matter what, the Weasleys were poor as fuck.

But the fact remained that Percy was extremely gifted and hard-working. However, the guy was too stiff, and in business, being shrewd was the utmost requirement.

"Can you lie?"

"What? Why?" Percy asked back.

"I do business, Percy. In business, there's no such thing as equivalent exchange. The key to success is finding ways to get more out of your investments than you put in," Dudley replied, and thought of a position for Percy. "I don't think there's a spot for you at D&D Capital, but... I'm starting something new where your honesty and skills will be truly appreciated. It'll require travel across the world, and the salary will be generous, though the work will be demanding."

"May I know what that work is?"

"Not right now, it's a bit of a private matter. But if you'll keep your options open, I'll let you know when the position becomes available." Dudley extended his hand as the breakfast had just appeared on the table.

Percy shook his hand, thanked him, and left with Ron.

"Any position for me?" Susan teasingly asked.

Dudley chuckled, "Wheelbarrow? I'd love to try that one."

"Hehe, I didn't mean that, but it sounds exciting."

Oh, this whole new life is exciting.

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It was a long day, one class after another. The only ones he struggled at were the classes that required pure magic—Charms, Transfiguration, and DADA. From the start, Dudley knew that he wasn't magically gifted, but he still did his best to remain average or slightly above average.

The places he shined the most were Potions, Herbology, Astronomy, and most of all, Arithmancy. All these subjects benefited from his continuously, rapidly increasing mastery over Arithmancy. Harnessing the magical properties of numbers was a boon for him that set him above.

Even Snape stopped giving out snarky remarks at him and saw his skill for what it was—talent. However, the brooding Professor did start asking him more challenging questions.

However, the most excited, impressed, and astounded was the Professor of Arithmancy herself—Septima Vector, the woman known for wearing red robes and matching pointed hats. She had particularly long dark hair, reaching all the way to her waist, and she always allowed it to cascade freely.

Perhaps in her early forties, she'd already been teaching at the school for six years, and while most other students feared and disliked her for being a very strict, and highly complex homework dispenser, Dudley rather liked her.

Always to the point, serious in her teachings, professional, and actually talented in Arithmancy. The fact that she was always there to answer his questions, and entertain his hypothesis about the relation between muggle calculus and Arithmancy, helped him improve tremendously.

As usual, it was the last class of the day, and it was Dudley's favorite one, Arithmancy. But he didn't sit among the students and instead wrote on the blackboard using chalk while Professor Vector sat at the teacher's table on the side, looking at the entire class and him.

"Well, you see, in Arithmancy, people mostly ignored the Muggle side until recently. The numbers are the same, but Muggles have taken them much further. They've made huge progress using things like Probability, Set Theory, and even Integration and Differentiation. I know, it's pretty hard, but it's doable—look at this formula I made using Probabilities and Arithmancy. It's a very basic and crude one, but it can help you predict the result of a coin toss ninety-nine percent of the time."

As Dudley looked behind at the class, he noticed one hand raised high. As expected, it was Hermione. Since Arithmancy was an elective subject and a very tough one at that, not many chose to study it. Thanks to that, all four houses took the Elective subjects together. Sadly, Susan and Hannah had dropped out already.

"Let me guess. Why not a hundred percent?" Dudley guessed Hermione's question.

She smiled and nodded strongly.

In response, Dudley went back to the board and extended the formula he wrote. For a whole three minutes, he kept writing, using the entire length of the blackboard. He noticed Professor Septima's keen gaze too as this was the first time he revealed the full formula.

Clack!

"Now, it can predict ninety-nine point nine percent of the time." Dudley started underlining parts of the formula. "This part takes into account the air; this, the temperature; this, the time of the day, this one takes in the humidity, and…."

Nobody realized when the class came to an end. So absorbed in Dudley's explanation, they just listened to him in awe. What he showed them was not even seventh-year Arithmancy. It was something completely different.

"I still left point one possibility because you never know what other factors might come into play." He concluded his explanation with that. "And I think the class is over."

All heads looked at the clock on the wall, realizing the class had been over for half an hour by now. But nobody left and started to write down the formula Dudley had written on the board. By then, only the students truly interested in Arithmancy were left.

What the… Dudley noticed that even Professor Vector wrote it down on a paper.

Finally, as the students started to leave, Professor Vector stood up and walked over to Dudley. A smile plastered over her deep red lipstick-clad lips, she gave nods of acknowledgment, looking up at his face. "You truly are gifted in Arithmancy, Mr. Dursley."

"Thank you, Professor. I think most can achieve this level of proficiency if they study Muggle mathematics seriously," Dudley replied humbly. He knew it wasn't as easy as he made it sound. His mathematics knowledge wasn't just high school level, after all.

"Ah, that reminds me. I know it's the end of class, but if you don't mind staying a moment, I would greatly appreciate your thoughts on my latest Arithmancy research. A second opinion is always invaluable."

Dudley scratched his head at that request, feeling awkward about how to refuse her. "I… Professor, I promised to meet my friends after class, and…"

He had promised Susan he'd do her that evening, after all. And he was looking forward to it as it'd been days since his last 'intimate' exchange.

"I insist, Mr. Dursley. I hope to submit the research to the Department of Magical Education by the end of this term," Professor Vector added, noting the last student leaving the classroom. "Have a look, I'm sure it'll be worthwhile."

Ugh, that's why I hate standing out too much. Dudley looked at the woman, a full head shorter than him. In her early forties, while she was no ugly toad like Umbridge, she wasn't a beauty like Lily either.

Puffy, dark eyes, round face with hints of age lines—Plump was a word he thought of when looking at her. Large breasts and wide hips under those red robes, closer to Molly Weasley in the figure, he reckoned.

I'm sorry, Susan. I can't afford to annoy the one professor whose subject I truly excel at.

"Then, I'll take a look, Professor."

"Thank you." She took out her wand from the oversized robes and flicked it towards the entry. The wooden doors instantly slammed shut and locked. Then, she waved at a chair and made it slide right beside her chair at the teacher's table. "Have a seat, Mr. Durlsey."

Since when did she become this inviting and talkative?

Dudley sat down on the chair to her left and waited for her to present her so-called research paper. In the meantime, he looked around at the empty class before him, rows of desks there. Then, he frowned at the recollection that she didn't just shut the door but locked it.

Why so secretive? What's the research even about?

"Have a look, Mr. Dursley." Septima placed a thick stack of parchment, bound neatly with a thread, onto the table. "Fifty pages of my life's work—fifteen years of research in Arithmancy. It details how precise calculations can enhance charm efficiency by factoring in hand movement, verbal accents, and even the caster's age."

Dudley's eyes widened slightly, his interest truly piqued. If her research was right, could he also get stronger in common magic?

No wonder she's so secretive about it.

"Please, take your time reading through it." Septima softly turned open the first page and pushed the entire stack closer to Dudley. However, then her right hand landed on his thigh, her fingers fully spread open, "I truly appreciate you taking out your time."

Dudley tried to ignore her sudden, shocking touch and looked at the pages. But feeling the warmth of her palm so close to his loins made him miss Susan and Hannah. Just thinking about what he 'could' have been doing, made him go hard.

"There's… too many pages, Professor. Can't we do this tomorrow?"

Septima suddenly rubbed her hand across the length of his left thigh, gently going up and down, as if comforting him. Each time her fingers got close to his inner thighs, she would squeeze. Closer and closer, and eventually brushing against his steaming hot, hard erection, right over the pants.

What the fuck? What? She's… Dudley was shocked. The stern and focused Septima Vector being slutty? Is this research so damn important?

"Mr. Dursley, I see no need to assign you further homework; your grasp of Arithmancy now rivals, if not surpasses, my own."

Her hand fully landed on his bulge, fingers circling his throbbing girth with a tight grip.

"If you can contribute meaningfully to my research, I'm prepared to name you as a co-author. Naturally, I wouldn't expect your efforts to go unrewarded—rest assured, your contributions will be well worth your time."

"Professor…"

Is she telling me that I can…

"I'll give it a try," he replied, weak to the soft squeezes of her hand over his manhood. At the end of the day, while not in the same league as Lily, Professor Septima Vector was one of the better-looking female teachers at school. No sane man would let go of a chance to bang their good-looking professor.

"Hmm, please proceed."

Septima shifted in her seat and squeezed sideways, closer to Dudley's side. There was a gleam of excitement in her eyes when she saw his eyes were focused on the words on the paper. Her hand rubbed gently over the small hill that formed on his pants, stroking it with her soft fingers.

But as she noticed Dudley looking at some pages deeply, not even reacting to her, she hummed and pulled down his zipper swiftly. Her nimble hand tugged out his fully erect, naked cock in all its glory. She gulped audibly at its massive size, the length, and girth a true marvel. He was truly a young man with great vigor, she thought.

She glided the center of her palm over his cockhead, smearing that precum all over. Then, she brought that hand to her face and licked her palm, getting a taste of the young, raw cream. She licked her palm, drenched it with her spit, and started rubbing, stroking Dudley's girthy manhood.

"I think this part can be slightly improved, Professor. Oh-on top of the air, we can use the weather conditions too. Some spells may act differently during a thunderstorm, and during… a-a sunny, warm day." Dudley tried his best to focus while enjoying her tender touch. "Hmm… but it'll take some time."

Septima suddenly stood up and removed her pointy red hat, flicking her loose hair back as she did so. She pushed back her chair and knelt on the floor, crawling under her own office table.

"Please continue, Mr. Dursley," Septima purred, eyes looking up at him from beneath the table. "I don't mind however long it takes."

Holy shit! She's actually going for it! Dudley was savoring the moment now. He loved the view, her pale face, those eyes worshiping his virile length from the base to the tip.

"I wouldn't keep a young man like you bored here. Please write down your suggestions."

Septima neared and slid her tongue over his twitching length like a popsicle, from the base to the tip. Over and over until every inch of his cock was gleaming wet. She then cupped his balls and suckled them gently with slurping kisses while stroking his flesh wand. She practically worshiped every inch of him, rubbing his rock-hard length all across her face, sniffing it, licking his veins and grooves like a delicacy.

Then, she took him inside her mouth, slowly letting his flesh enter her parted lips with gentle sucks. His cock went deeper and deeper with each gentle suction. Her lapping tongue massaged him as it went in, slathering her warm drool around his cock head.

After all his length disappeared into her mouth, she started to bob her head on his hot swollen flesh. She moaned and breathed heavily, feeling the hot, throbbing length filling up her entire mouth. Her tongue swished and circled his flesh pole as she pulled her lips back, all the way to his swollen tip, then finally went back down to smother his base. Her warm spit rolled down his shaft as her tongue went back up with slow slithers. She fucked her face herself, moaning and breathing heavily.

Dudley took long, deep breaths and kept writing on the papers while controlling himself from finishing too early. He could feel the heat of her throat engulf him deep and felt the raging thirst of his cock throb each time she sucked the life out of him.

He didn't dare to look down anymore, thinking he might explode too quickly if he saw how wet, messy, and hot her mouth was working down there. He could feel her nose constantly tickling his faint pubes, she was deep-throating him. Her gags were audible, the trickling spit sticky around his base. But she didn't seem to be struggling, rather enjoying it.

"Ugh…" Dudley groaned, feeling so on the edge. He clenched his toes inside his shoes, trying not to spray in her throat.

Dudley distracted himself, turning page after page, and finally, 30 minutes passed when he finished the last page. He was panting by then, his muscles already tensing up and blood rushing to his head.

"I'm finished, Professor," he announced quickly.

With a long hard suck and a pop, Septima took out his cock, leaving it unspilled, flushed and throbbing. Her red lipstick had smeared and drenched his cock a deep shade of red too, making it look sinful and hot.

She glanced at the scribbles on the pages and stood to her full height before gently leaning her upper body onto her table right beside Dudley's chair. Then, she raised her gown from behind, revealing her plump, fleshy naked legs with faint supple contours of her curvy flesh and the spice of her mature age.

Eventually, her thick thighs, fleshy, round ass came into view. That pale, malleable flesh, so perfectly soft and springy. She lowered her red panties down to her slender ankles and raised her ass high beside him.

"I wonder if you'd like to explore this subject more… in-depth, Mr. Dursley?"

Dudley gulped at the sight of the pale, smooth arches, and practically jumped to his feet.

He tentatively walked up behind her and took a deeper look, her star-shaped backhole peeking at him. Her plump pussy lips were tightly squeezed between her cushiony legs. It was a silky wet, deep shade of reddish brown, with a subtle hint of dark curls there too.

"With pleasure, Professor." Oh, he loved how they did something so scandalous and yet remained in character. She called him Mr. Dursley and he called her Professor; almost every schoolboy's first wet dream.

He aimed his eagerly throbbing cock and slid inside her ripe, wet pussy. He instantly felt the tightness of her loins on his cockhead. So warm and searing, tightly packed around his molten member. He reckoned it must have been a long time since she last had her furnace poked.

He shoved his entire length right to the depth in one pump, spurred on by her muffled yelp and moan. He wasn't going to go slow, not after half an hour of such agonizing pleasure. He grabbed her asscheeks with wide palms, his fingers sinking into that squishy, supple flesh. He clenched her flesh hard and started thrusting nonstop, already so close to his release after such a blissful blowjob. His hips moved with fervor, shoving his throbbing length to the hilt.

He panted with gritted teeth, doing his best to last longer than mere minutes.

He could hear her moan in appreciation, "Yes, Yes, Mr. Dursley…. Ah, take your reward… Draw it from me… Harder!"

Durley felt even more excited. He grabbed her long, waist-length hair and gripped them around his fist. As his cock plunged in, he pulled her body back to slam onto his cock each time. He could feel her body twitch under him as his pelvic muscles collided with her plump ass.

"T-Turn around… Professor Vector." Dudley demanded mid-thrust. "I want to… See more… uh…"

"Aaaah… Oh, I-I'm afraid we ca-can't, Mr. Dursley… Mmmmph… Yesss… Later, perhaps… no time now!"

Later? This isn't the first and the last?

Dudley felt so much hotter, her muscles literally gripping around his loins. He thrust faster and harder, going deeper and pushing his feet on the floor. He pushed deeper and packed his sizable cock into her lusty, scorching pussy. Then, out of nowhere, he felt it, Septima's blissful release drowning his shaft in slippery nectar.

"Umph.. oh.. Mph!" Septima moaned uncontrollably as she came, a literal squirt that made her go almost numb and fall back to her weak knees. But she couldn't, her body still jolted on the edge of the table as Dudley pounded onto her ass with no mercy.

"Ghk…" Dudley kept fucking her and grunted harder like a bull, seeing the waves of flesh jiggle on her asscheeks with each shattering thrust. Dudley couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of that juicy, nectar-lathered ass slapping on his thighs, bouncing on his skin.

Septima felt the hard throbs of his cock, straining inside her like an iron pole. It was bucking and twisting her insides, colliding with her cervix in perfect rhythm. His wild, young manhood was relentlessly, vigorously churning her leaking juices.

"Inside! I want every last drop of it inside me, big boy…"

Hearing that, Dudley forgot every bit of hesitation he had previously and plundered her pussy in that squelching, messy, drenching heat. He planted himself balls deep and poured out a thick, fat load of cream in his Arithmancy Professor.

He sprayed into her, scattering his sticky seeds in her flooded garden. He didn't stop there, and kept thrusting many times over, burst after glorious burst until some began to seep out and drizzle down alongside her thighs.

He squeezed it all out with one last final moment of ecstasy. Then, with a long exhale of hot breath, he finally slumped back weakly on the chair behind him.

Surprisingly, Septima fell back too and landed on his lap, her frothy pussy making a mess all over his pants. But he didn't mind it at all and hesitantly placed arms around her plump belly.

"I…I think… I'd love to help you research… Professor."

"Hah." For the first time, she chuckled in front of a student, let alone on his lap. "I'm pleased to hear that, Mr. Dursley. And as it happens, I can help you too… I'm aware of your escapades at the storeroom near the kitchen or by the lake."

"W-What? But I thought I was…?"

"Hidden?" Septima stood up, stepping out of her red panties, and letting her gown drape around her legs. She turned around and looked at Dudley, or rather his flaccid length still out of his zipper, a wet, sticky mess coating his pants. "You were most certainly hidden, but I was curious about your talents and kept an eye on you… No need to feel alarmed, it's understandable. A man of your virility, talents, and wealth is natural to indulge in... varied interests."

Where is she leading with this? Dudley noticed her sharp gaze refusing to leave his spent cock.

"This classroom is not always under use…"

Is it happening? My private fun room?

"I can provide you with a spare key and a copy of my schedule. You may access the classroom as needed—but strictly for academic purposes, naturally."

At that, Dudley finally stood up and fixed his clothes before flicking his wand to clean things up. The musky scent of their heated exchange was still lingering in the room, however.

"Only for academic purposes, Professor, I promise." Dudley accepted her gracious offer. The only thing he wanted to study in that room was biology, after all. It was 'academics' as far as he knew.

Finally, Professor Vector shuffled through her research papers and found many suggestions that Dudley had written. As if she entered a trance instantly, she grabbed a seat and started reading the papers.

Dudley grabbed his books and decided to leave. "I'll take my leave, Professor."

"Collect the keys from me tomorrow."

"Will do."

As quick as he could, he left the classroom and rushed to the Hufflepuff common room. Quickly, he changed his clothes in his dorm room and headed out once again. Careful of his surroundings, he entered the chosen storeroom near the kitchen.

"Aaaah…"

As he expected, Susan was already naked, splayed on the bed made out of crates, milky white legs spread wide, finger fucking herself while the other hand mashed her breasts.

"You-oh… You promised!" She glared at him.

Dudley was quick to discard his clothes and climb the crates. Wasting no time, he shifted between her legs and lowered his face on her sweltering hot, steamy scentful pussy, a delicacy known to no man but him, a pussy that he had inaugurated.

And knowing how much Susan loved being eaten out, he readily gifted her that.

"I'll make it up to you."

"You better—oooh!"

He did exactly that. Since he had already drained himself once, he lasted far longer than normal. For half an hour he ate her out, and then for an hour, he rammed into her in every position known to them. Face up, face down, by the wall, lifted in his arms, he gave Susan exactly what she was missing.

A good, memorable fuck.

"Ah, ooooh… Merlin, fuck!" Susan cried out in ecstasy as she squirmed for the nth time and climaxed atop his shaft, her back pressed into a wall, her legs raised by her lover's mighty arms, while his enormous length dug deep with each ravaging thrust.

Dudley panted onto her face with each rippling thrust, the claps of his thighs against her dangling ass freely echoed. Sweating in winter, they pressed into each other with a desire to mold into one.

They kissed, and they bit each other in passion. The erotic mess between Susan's legs turned into a sticky froth, the sound of which was so sensual. She was spent and moaning, mumbling random things.

"Agh…" Dudley finally approached his edge and lowered his redheaded, big-bosomed lover to the floor, on her knees with her stunning face staring at him with passion-filled eyes. "Open it up… tongue out…"

He stroked his length from base to the tip at frantic speed. The stickiness made a mess out of his hand, but the rush of pleasure in his head was too much. The itch rising from the deepest part of his core made him hungry.

"Eh… You know, I also told… Aaah…" Susan opened her mouth as wide as she could, pushing her beautiful, long tongue out with an invitation.

"There… you go…"

Dudley bucked and pressed his throbbing cockhead on her tongue and aimed. His strokes grew intense, and then the wave of bliss took over. He sprinkled a more watery, but substantial stream of his batter. Most of it vanished in her mouth, some misfired and landed on her nose and forehead, drenching her face.

At that point, Susan grabbed his shaft and milked it while suckling the juices from the tip, swallowing all the mess from now and before, licking him like the most delicious meal.

"Ummm… mh!" She moaned while gobbling his calming length. "Umph…"

Dudley combed his fingers through her hair while soothing his breath. He closed his eyes and let her lick him all over.

"Mmmm…" Susan pulled her lips back with a pop, while still holding him in her fist. "By the way, I told my Aunt."

"What?"

His eyes shot open, head looking down and matching her gaze.

"What did you say?"

"Aunt Amelia knows we shag."

"..."

"What? Why?"

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Chapter Text

"What? Why?"

Dudley stared down at Susan's spunk-lathered face.

She stayed on her knees, refusing to leave her grasp over his flaccid length. She kept playing with it in adoration. "I… Please don't get angry, Dudley."

Noticing the glimmer of fear in her eyes, Dudley exhaled deeply and pulled her up to stand. Then he grabbed a towel they had stored in that room from the side and wiped her face clean. Unbothered by his or her nakedness, he pulled her towards the bed of crates, lifted her by her supple bottom, and made her sit.

With his hands on her curvy waist, he stood between her dangling legs, face to face. He reckoned if he wasn't rich or lived another life, he'd have gotten angry.

"As long as you've got a good reason, Susan, I'm not mad or anything."

Doing his best not to look at those perfectly ripe, inviting, cherry-tipped apples on her body, he maintained a serious glance over her face.

Susan, however, landed both her arms on his shoulders and circled her legs around his back to pull him closer to her body. Only once she felt his flaccid length against her entrance, and his face mere inches away, she spoke.

"I couldn't hide it… I was going to lose my virginity and I just felt that… It was a big thing. Remember the Christmas party? When I said my Aunt thought I was at Hannah's? That was a little white lie. Truth is, I told her exactly what I planned to do. She wasn't thrilled, of course, but once I made it clear I knew exactly what I was doing, she let me go."

Dudley's brows shot up in surprise. "The Amelia Bones agreed to let you sleep with a dude and get fucked?"

"Hehe, you vulgar beast," Susan purred with a playful glint in her eye, her arms draping effortlessly around his neck. "You know, ever since that first night in the Great Hall, back in the first year, I've had the biggest crush on you. There was just something about you—like, 'There's a guy who knows exactly what he's doing.' And, well… I couldn't resist."

Dudley's heart sank. Did I… break her heart? I'm involved with Hannah too, and I didn't even hide it from her.

"Turns out, it was just infatuation." Susan changed her tone abruptly and gripped his flaccid length, rubbing her palm all over his sensitive knob. "I tried so hard, but I just couldn't feel that giddy, butterfly feeling in my heart. I did feel hot in my kitty all along, but that was it, and then I knew what I wanted. I wanted this… long… hot… thing inside me."

She rubbed his hardness which slowly began to grow once again. Her words slurred, turning sultry with each passing moment.

"Famous, brilliant, and wealthy—I told Aunt Amelia all about you, and, of course, that we're dating. You know, it's just me and Aunt Amelia left in the Bones family. She's my best friend, my only family—and, well, we're both women. So, why do you think she came to the party that evening? The 'investment' was just a pretext. She wanted to see you. And judging by her reaction, I'd say she liked what she saw."

Her hand gained a slow yet steady rhythm, long and slow strokes that made his sensitive organ turn fully erect again.

But Dudley truly cherished Susan as his close friend, and the thought that she may have had romantic desires for him tied his thoughts in knots. "Susan… I think I have wronged you. I shouldn't have involved Hannah with u—"

"Aw, come on!" she purred and squeezed him hard. "Did you even listen to me? Look, I'm not after love, Dudley—I'm young, and I just want to have fun. Not saying I'd rule it out, but I love what we've got going, it's just not 'love' love. Honestly, wouldn't it be wild to see Hannah, that silly girl, riding you while I… sit on your face and you eat me? Doesn't that sound mad hot?"

It feeling aroused was a concern, Dudley was already full mast, and as hard as he could be in Susan's rubbing hand all across his long shaft. He stared at her face in amusement and regard. "It does sound hot."

"See? Aren't I the best? I'll even help you charm witches—just tell me who's caught your eye. Your winggirl, at your service—As long as I get my fill, of course. Uh, the dread of even thinking about dating a guy just to fuck, I'd rather not get called a slut—unless it's by you." She grinned and licked her lips. "Oh? I felt your thing twitch. Who's the lucky girl?"

Honestly, he twitched because of what Susan said. She was just the right amount of horny, sensible, and playful. Though, he did have a name. "Hermione."

"The nerd?"

He shrugged, feeling embarrassed by his fantasy. "I'm not sure. It feels like… something I shouldn't want, you know?… Guilty pleasure. Like a taboo, but I still really want to do it."

"Hmmm…" Susan stroked his cock harder, already having won his precum. "Oh, honestly, I think this one's a bit more of a challenge than the others. If you'd picked some Ravenclaw, those cheeky Indian twins, or even a Slytherin bitch, I might have been able to. But Hermione… Heh, I like that challenge."

The whole time, Dudley looked into her eyes to see if she was just making things up. Lying to him to hide her true feelings. But all he saw was mischief in her eyes. She looked truly invested in being his winggirl.

"By the way, about Hannah." Susan changed the topic. Her facial expressions turned serious, though her hand never stopped, constantly probing his throbbing knob against her swollen entrance. "I think she's struggling—She's falling for you, Dudley. It's dangerous, she really wants you, but also knows you're not interested in dating. If this goes on…"

Why else do you think I haven't crossed the line with her?

Dudley sighed, having seen that matter coming from a mile away. "I know, but I really don't want to hurt her. She's kind and beautiful, but... I don't think I even want to fall in love in this life."

"Oh, I get it, I do. But we can't ever really know what the other one's thinking. Hannah… well, she's never been the popular, confident type, not like this. And now? She's all smiles, and she's convinced it's because of you. Tell me, how far have you gone with her? Sealed the deal yet?" Susan asked him as if discussing some business deal. But for some reason, she seemed more turned on by all that talking.

Is this some sort of a fetish? Dudley pondered.

"No, not yet."

"Then that's what you need to do, Dudley. Just fuck her so goo-ooo-hd…" Susan proclaimed and abruptly squeezed his cock closer and pushed his purple head inside her sensitive, rosy depth. "T-that all she can think of is 'Ooooh, I want this in me—to hell with love, romance, I just want this big, fat, juicy cock of Dudley Dursley inside meeeee-h!"

Dudley understood the assignment and pushed inside his redheaded lover. He was as sensitive as her and also spent, so he went in gently, but Susan's clamping legs around him made him slam his whole rod in like a key finally settled inside a perfect, warm, silken lock.

"B-But…" She stopped him from moving, holding his thick cock inside, a challenge in itself as she felt him hitting her cervix, and her moaning, groaning voice hid nothing. "Umh… I promised my Aunt something, and I want your help…"

"Anything…" Dudley promised and gulped, moistening his throat.

"Li-eeeh-sten first! If… If I don't find love by the time-eh… we finish Hogwarts… I want to have… a baby with you."

"What?" Dudley's drowsy eyes gained light once again and he looked at her serious face with even more seriousness. "What? Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure."

"Why me?"

"Dudley, are you serious?" Susan slid a bit closer on the crates, feeling his manhood press even harder inside her. But uncaring of that pleasure, she softly tapped his face with both palms and pecked on his lips, a quick wet kiss. "You're tall, and this muscular dadbod of yours, and your fucking massive blessing jammed inside me, and that brain of yours—Trust me, half of the British Witches will want you to unload yourself in their wombs by the time you graduate."

Sounds exciting, but doesn't work. Like hell I'd let some bastard claim my hard-earned wealth. But if it was Susan… He looked at her face with doubt. Were her words just spur of the moment?

"Hehe, silly…" Susan grinned as if knowing what he was thinking. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to pull him into herself, preparing herself for the second round of pleasuring plunder. "Make me sign whatever papers you want, I don't care about your money. I just want—"

Dudley erased the gap between them and kissed her lips as passionately as he could. He didn't want to hear her say more of that. It made him feel guilty for doubting her. She was more than a friend and less than a lover, but her place in his life felt permanent.

"Aaah!" Susan moaned as she felt his hips pump in.

"Susan." He ended the slobbering kiss and looked at her face. "I-I don't know where this thing is going but… I'll make sure you're the happiest girl in the world."

Susan moaned and giggled, her jovial voice was like gentle music. Her arms fully wrapped around his head and pulled him in until her face rested beside his face. She felt him start his slow, gentle thrusts.

"Bingo! And that's how you bag a billionaire—aaaah!"

"Hah-haha…" Dudley laughed so loud between his thrusts that the crates and Susan's shorter frame shook with him. But he hugged her back, harder even, and began to piston relentlessly, though not as hard as before. The scent in the room would have disgusted others, but to him, it felt erotic.

Just because of Susan, he felt no regrets in choosing Hufflepuff.

"Aaaah—fuck!" Susan clawed at Dudley's back and nibbled on his shoulders, leaving trails of hickeys. So stretched, so sore inside, every probe of his shaft made her lose her mind. "Ummh… calm down, big boy, no creampies for you yet. I don't have the-eeh potion to deal with the afterma-aaahth yet."

"Potions?" Dudley exclaimed, his eyes closed, just as the girl he was plowing into. He whispered into her ear. "There are potions to avoid pregnancies?"

"Mmmh… yeah, but they're very expensive…ah!"

Plap!

Dudley thrust in hard, animalistically to wake her up. "Seriously? Expensive? To me, Susan?"

"Dammit!" Susan cursed at her lapse and clawed hard on his back, feeling every part of her body aching and loving it. "N-next time… all in me… promise!"

"Where now?" Dudley felt on edge.

"My mouth—mah…" Susan convulsed into a chain of spasms, close to that mind-numbing shattering release. "Fu-Merling, you're yummy!"

Equally spent, equally tired, and equally aroused—Dudley made love to Susan until she spurted out her hot juices, squeezing his cock until she couldn't anymore. So close himself, he quickly made her sit down on her knees again and give her the taste she craved so much.

Her pink tongue was out to the fullest.

His reddened, sore cock dipped inside her mouth.

Dudley, for the third time that day, and the last, exploded with the most arousing climax of his life. Not a lot came out, but it was enough to flood Susan's throat and hear those erotic, audible gulps.

Her tight clenches of lips made his sensitive rim erupt on the edge of arousal and a strange sensation of distress. Her suckles were harsh, as if hungry for every single drip of his cream.

It was incredible and exhausting. Tired, he grabbed Susan and rested down flat on the crates with her over his chest. No more strenuous sensual activity, he thirsted a moment of rest.

No more words were spoken.

They simply had no energy left.

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Woosh!

Swoooo!

The brooms flew at speed unmatched. It was a special permission that Dudley had gotten his Hufflepuff quidditch team to try out their newest Firebolt brooms. Of course, all gifted by Dudley. He gave them to the entire team although they were already out of the year's Quidditch Cup.

He didn't fly them, however. Instead, seeing it was a warm, sunny day, he climbed one of the high spectator towers and basked in the sunlight, lying flat on the stair-like wooden benches, holding a book in his hand—Fool's Guide At Banking, the book was called.

"Does this mean we're going to win next year?" Susan asked, graciously allowing Dudley to rest his head on her soft, squishy lap as she reclined in the seat and watched the school crush, Cedric Diggory fly around and do some stunts.

Dudley chuckled and flicked the page of the book. "Stop dreaming, Susan. You're never winning a bet with me."

"Tsk." Susan sneered and dreamily watched the Hufflepuff captain. She by no means liked the boy. But Merlin's beard, the boy had utterly pale and shining skin.

Right then, a few more footsteps came and three girls joined Dudley and his small group that included not only Susan and Hannah but also Ron and Hermione, who was busy reading a book of her own.

"Hey, Dudley."

"Girls." Dudley waved at the three Ravenclaws—Cho, Padma, and curiously, there was Luna too. He guessed why Cho would be there since Cedric was flying. Padma was Cho's friend. But Luna was a wanderer.

"Mind if we take a seat, Dudley?" Padma asked sweetly, eyeing the face and the assets of the girl Dudley rested against.

Dudley shrugged and sat up quickly, now resting his back against Hannah's dangling knees behind him, while Susan remained to his right. "Go ahead."

"Thanks." Padma was quick to jump downstairs and sit on his left, almost as close as Susan. Only the dusky Ravenclaw's thighs pressed against him, a deliberate action in everyone's eyes. "Are you planning on going home for Easter?"

"Can't afford not to, Padma. Gotta juggle between school and business equally," Dudley replied and noticed Luna's gaze constantly stuck on him.

The short, cute, free-flowing blonde-haired girl stood just beyond Cho's seat, a copy of her father's tabloid hugged to her chest. Seeing her with intent that time, he could see why Harry was nice to her from the get-go. Just seeing her slender frame made one want to protect this doll-like creature. "How can I help you, Ms. Lovegood?"

"Hm?" Luna tilted her head sideways and walked around, going a step down over the lower row. Then, she walked in front of Dudley and looked up at him, her silver eyes distant as well as intrigued at the same time. "Are you a womanizer, Dudley?"

Dudley coughed. Both at her question and her straightforward way of speech. This was the first time he spoke with her, and he was also her senior, after all.

"So you noticed?" Susan jokingly muttered.

Dudley awkwardly scratched his head. "Is that what you came to ask me?"

"I was hoping you'd invest in my father's tabloid. It's the one-stop place for all the exciting talks and discoveries. It's quite lovely, really." Luna proudly declared, although her voice lacked much excitement.

"Of course, but what's the equity share? I'd be looking for fifty-one percent ownership in exchange for an investment of thirty thousand galleons," Dudley bluntly replied to her with an offer. And by the way her eyes widened, it appeared she wasn't expecting much from him.

"T-Thirty thousand?!" Padma reacted with shock, grabbing Dudley's leg without realizing it. She almost jumped in the seat and stared at his face. "That's almost—"

"Slightly over a million," Dudley replied before she completed.

"Get used to it." Susan offhandedly murmured from the side, still staring at the shining boy.

By then, Luna gathered her thoughts and softly smiled. "Are you sure, Dudley?"

She's actually like a doll. Dudley smiled back and nodded.

"Then, I'll send a letter to Dad. He'll be so happy to hear that you're interested." Luna showed the most joy any had ever seen on her. Then she extended the copy of Quibbler she had brought. "Here, please take a look. This is the tabloid."

"Free stuff? Thank you very much, Ms. Lovegood." Dudley took it and started to read it right away. It only made Luna smile more, proof to her that he was actually interested and not just being nice on the surface. She wasn't dumb, after all.

Luna stood there and watched Dudley read for a while. Then, she began humming under her breath and left the spectator tower, skipping, her mood as vivid as the sunlight that day.

"That's it?" Hermione exclaimed from a few seats at the back. In her hand, she waved a book Dudley had given her about business and investment. "You didn't do market research! You went against the very principles written in this book!"

Dudley continued to read the Quibbler as he replied. "Oh, come on, Hermione. Don't you think it'd be nice to see Luna smile? Besides, this is an investment considering the future, not the present. I can't touch the Daily Prophet, so I'll just push Quibbler to the top instead. How long do you think the Daily Prophet can last against me in a price war?"

"Page one-thirty-two. That's where the Price War is explained. You should give it a look. It's a tricky thing, sure, but not when I'm the one playing. The Daily Prophet? They're only 'privately owned' on paper—they print whatever the Ministry tells them. Basically, it's just government propaganda. Now, how rich do you reckon the Ministry is? Think they'd risk losing tens of thousands of Galleons? Even if I did fail, the Prophet would crumble too—At that point, I'd rather cut a deal and buy the Daily Prophet too. It's not that complex, Hermione," Dudley answered her in as much depth as possible. Although, the true reason behind his investment was something else.

The more Hermione thought about it, the more it felt possible. So, she quickly turned the pages and read about the Price War.

"Ah, he's leaving." Cho suddenly stood up to leave. "Padma, are you coming?"

As Dudley expected, the two girls left as soon as Cedric stopped flying around. Once again, it was just Dudley, Susan, Hannah, Hermione, and Ron.

"Dudley, tell me something…" Susan cheekily elbowed at him from his right. "Are you really investing in Luna's father or just… her?"

Why can't it be both?

"Hermione," Dudley blurted and looked back at the bushy-haired girl. "Did you notice anything strange about Luna?"

"She's mental, that's what's odd about her. Then again, maybe that's just normal for her," Ron commented from the side, grooming his pet rat on his lap.

Dudley was still focused on Hermione's face, searching for an answer. But seeing her focused face, he stood up before replying. "Her shoes—they were mismatched. It wasn't some fashion thing or her trying to be quirky. She just couldn't find the right pair."

A sudden realization dawned and Hermione's eyes opened wider. "No! She's being bullied?"

"For a while now, yeah. Susan and Hannah told me about it. She's not very popular in Ravenclaw—Sad state of affairs, honestly," Dudley replied and raised his hands towards Susan and Hannah at the same time, signaling to move.

"And what's a ruddy million pounds supposed to do for her?" Ron asked.

Dudley looked back at Hermione and asked, "Can you guess?"

"You're the talk of the school! Everyone's desperate to be your friend and get in your good books. Cho and Padma will make sure the word spreads, and... Luna will be left alone," Hermione explained the reasoning, and she was spot on.

One heck of an intelligent witch.

"Ten points to Gryffindor." He jokingly mimicked Professor Dumbledore and started heading towards the stairs. However, as he passed by Ron, he heard the rat's squeaks and looked at the redheaded boy intently. "Ron, can I ask you something?"

"Fire it up, mate."

"You know, I quite like animals. Once, I kissed a puppy's head and even nodded off cuddling it. I take care of my owl too—keep its feathers neat and all that. Bet Hermione does the same with her cat. Do you, um, groom your little friend as well?" Dudley seriously asked, trying to find out how deep the trauma was going to be for Ron by the end of the term.

"Scabbers? Of course, I pamper this little bugger." Ron lovingly patted his pet rat. "I let him sleep in my bed often. He never bit me."

"Pfft…" Dudley snorted in an attempt to hold back his laughter. His face turned red. "And kissing it?"

"Oh, that's just after I've given it a wash. Mum always said that it isn't clean unless I'm willing to kiss its head."

"Haha!" Dudley couldn't hold it there and left in a hurry, his laughter still coming from below the decks.

Dumbfounded at the utter disrespect, Ron sat displeased and angered.

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Dudley looked forward to the Easter Holidays. He had received mail from Edward Hughes about the rising value of his holdings. This time, Dudley wished to finally hire someone as Senior Associate for Real Estate and Senior Associate for Entertainment business.

However, there was still one day left before the holidays began. Right now, he had something far more challenging to deal with—a sudden potion-brewing test from the one and only Professor Snape.

And this time, the man gave him a handicap. Snape forbade him from touching any of the ingredients, the cauldron, and the spoons. Instead, he was paired with someone and had to instruct that person to brew the potion.

It was challenging already. But when he was denied from choosing a partner of his own, it became hellish. Not Susan or Hannah, but instead he was paired with Padma Patil from Ravenclaw, a girl from another house whom he knew very little.

"W-What are you doing, Dudley?"

Dudley ignored Padma's complaints and stood behind her shorter frame, his chest plastered on her back and at times his lower half also squeezed in. But he was less focused on the soft flesh of her behind and more on his arm guiding her arm.

"Snape forbade me to touch the tools, but not the brewer." Dudley declared cheekily and right in front of the entire class full of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, he intimately guided Padma to brew the best potion of her life. "Loosen your body. Let me control it—Just like that."

"Umh…" Padma hummed that bordered a moan. Her weakening stance against Dudley's touch made her knees weak, leaving her supple bottom to push backward against him more often. But where it started as mere 'accidental touches' now it was intentional from her side.

Dudley, with a frown, stirred her arm in calculated steps. He whispered into her ear whenever he needed her to put some ingredients in. But her response time was too slow, and her breath slowly turned hasty. She shrank her dusky neck whenever he tried to speak into her ears.

"The nails now. Put one at a time." Dudley instructed her, ignoring her entire back now completely pressing on his front. He felt her upper back squeeze against his chest and her lower, supple flesh press against his groin. He felt the curving bottom, and especially the crevice between. It made him hot, but he didn't bother.

He didn't care about the side glances from the class. Since Snape wasn't stopping him, he didn't care what they thought. That was the thing about being too fucking rich. Other people's opinions and views towards you don't matter anymore.

Fuck, she's enjoying this at this point. Dudley felt Padma swaying and pressing her hips back on him. As if to feel his thickness better. Girl, you better focus.

"Almost done…" Dudley gripped her arm harder and aimed better. The last few stirs were the most important. "Clockwise, and then anticlockwise but only half the way."

"B-But the book says…"

"The book's for amateurs," Dudley whispered back and squeezed himself harder into her to get a better and firmer hold of her arm. His right hand was busy stirring while with his left hand, he firmly gripped her tight waist to hold her in place.

He'd be lying if he said he felt nothing. The truth was that he was excited by the touch and feeling of her soft bottom. Even more exciting was her reaction, and he was certain she'd allow him to go further if they had the privacy.

Her long, dark hair was done in a singular, attractive plait. It pressed into Dudley's chest, a sensation that felt new to him. Her body he could describe as a pleasant breath of fresh air. She had neither the large bust of Susan nor the fleshy bottom of Hannah. Padma had a more well-rounded overall figure, a nice thin waist, handful breasts from the looks of it, and her ass, he felt it was just enough to let him strike deep when the time came while also earning those claps of flesh.

Ugh, let's not think too much about that. He felt too hard and forced himself to focus. Let's leave the real meal for later.

Considering the public display of 'potion making' as a mere appetizer, he led Padma to finish brewing the potion all the way until she quenched the fire. The boiling bubbles stopped rising eventually, and at last, the potion's color came out as a perfect watery green.

Snape eventually approached his table and checked the potions using various methods. He clearly couldn't drink it since it was called Ageing Potion, a 4th year potion that Dudley was challenged to brew as a third year.

"Not your best work, Dursley." Snape snarkily judged, "Acceptable at best."

By now, Dudley was a master of understanding Snape. Acceptable meant that the potion was as best as it could be. If the man were to say it's good, then it would have meant trouble.

"I tried my best, Professor," Dudley replied.

"Not hard enough."

At that response, Dudley glanced at Padma once and chuckled inside. Damn right, Professor. I can try even harder.

With that, Snape walked away to make some Ravenclaw girls cry. Dudley was the first to finish despite the handicap, so he had all the free time to look around and chat with Padma.

"You're brilliant, Dudley. I don't think I've ever seen Professor Snape hold back from scolding anyone, no matter how flawless their work," Padma praised, more amused by Snape's reaction than the potion it seemed. "Where did you learn to brew like that?"

"Just practice and a little bit of calculations," Dudley replied as he poured the potion into a large vial. It was the school's property, sadly.

Padma hummed and suddenly stepped closer to his side and grabbed his arm near the bicep. "Could you teach me? My family expects me to be good at potions—generations of skill and all that—but honestly, I'm dreadful at it."

That's just an excuse, isn't it? Dudley saw through her tactics. The way she bit her lips while looking at him. He knew she wanted to play around with him. Too bad, it's not that easy.

"Yeah, that sounds great, Padma. But I'm heading home tomorrow, so how about we start the private lessons when I get back?"

"I'd love that."

Maybe I should open up the Room of Requirement after all.

Dudley procrastinated since there was nothing else to do. He watched Hannah and Susan get scolded by Snape for not doing well in brewing the potion. After that, a few cauldrons exploded, and a few just turned acidic. Eventually, the class came to an end.

After that, he went through the charms and Arithmancy class. Although Professor Vector didn't mind his heated gaze and the occasional brushing past her with a free hand, she didn't try anything serious with him again. Too focused on finishing her research, sex was the last thing on her mind.

Just like that, he finished the last day before the start of the holidays. It was just him going home this time as Harry still had lessons to finish with Lupin. Hermione and Ron were also staying back since Harry was.

In fact, most of the schools chose to stay. Even Hannah and Susan stayed back to focus on studying for the oncoming year-end exams.

Dudley was excited to return instead. The exams were secondary, and making money was primary. A wealthy man was more respected than a well-educated man, and that was a fact.

However, before heading back, he wanted to check up on the Room of Requirement. So, near the time of dinner, he waited for the hallways to turn desolate before making his way upstairs. As he climbed the floors and neared the seventh floor, the hallways became empty.

It didn't take long before he arrived near the wall. Then, he thought about a perfect potions lab and walked past it three times.

Instantly, magically, without making a sound, a large door appeared on the wall. He marveled at it and entered, only to marvel more at the potions lab the room had made. It looked like it had all the ingredients needed, but Dudley knew they were like illusions. They wouldn't be effective outside, or be potent.

"I can see it…" he muttered while checking out the tables and the chairs. "A lot of potion-making will be happening here… a lot."

Just for a quick test, he also brewed a potion and made sure it was good for practicing. No matter what, he still wanted to help Padma or whoever wanted to learn from him. Earning respect, adoration, or someone's trust was a slow process. In the long run, he hoped to have folks to rely on.

Being the richest man in the world wasn't going to be easy.

Too bad, I still have D&D and Lily to handle.

Tiredly, he closed up the Room of Requirement and returned to the Great Hall for dinner. It was the last night, so he spent as much time as he could with Hannah and Susan. Of course, it involved a lot of touching and kissing. But no penetration, despite Susan's hunger.

Then he packed his bags and went to the Hogsmeade station first thing in the morning. Barely a dozen students were heading home for the Easter Holiday, so he settled in a random empty cabin and started writing in his diary. It was mostly related to work, the stocks, the companies, and the names he remembered from his past life.

He didn't write anything dangerous, however. Even in the things he wrote, he jumbled things around so they'd appear nonsensical.

"Google is growing faster than I expected." He hummed and added a few suggestions for Google to grow even faster. It was mostly related to acquiring more companies under the umbrella. Of course, it would be his funding that'd help them expand. It was an indirect way for Dudley to possess more of the future behemoth.

After that, Dudley wrote the names of movies he knew were going to be big hits in that year and the coming years. If there was any way to outright own them, he wanted to try that. Creating a media house was no easy task. He needed a distribution network more than a production studio.

The last thing he wanted was to be dependent on major studios to distribute his movies.

After that, he wrote about places where he wanted to buy land. Most of the areas he marked were going to soon see the big boom. Silicon Valley, future tech hubs, future major cities, future headquarters of some major company, and any area of importance.

Moreover, he marked Tokyo, Shanghai, Seoul, and a few other places as spots to explore. Besides, the Asian financial crisis had crashed the prices. It was the best time to invest as corporations and people were desperate to sell.

"I guess I'm already worth a hundred billion based on these guaranteed investments," Dudley muttered to himself. He knew he had a cheat, and that was the reason he didn't feel as fulfilled. But having a shit ton of money was addicting no matter what.

Too lost in his thoughts, Dudley didn't even feel the train finish its journey and arrive at the station. Quickly, he grabbed his luggage and got out of the compartment. The entire station platform was eerily empty. He hadn't informed his family either, so it was just him on his own.

"Since we're in London, let's head to work," he decided and pulled the bag behind.

Already dressed in casual clothes, he stormed straight into the magically enchanted wall to arrive at the King's Cross station.

Woosh!

A quick moment of darkness appeared around him. It was a common procedure he'd been through countless times.

The darkness usually lasted a flicker of a second.

But not this time.

The moment he entered and things went dark, he failed to find himself standing on the other side of the platform.

Woosh!

"Umm…!

And then he felt it.

It wasn't darkness around him.

No, it was a black sack over his head. He felt it strike against his nose, his lips, and his own heated breath making things steamy.

"Who's there?!" Dudley shouted in desperate panic. He couldn't even move his arms and legs. They felt frozen, magically. "Aaagh…"

He felt the sack around his head become tighter. He struggled to breathe.

Kidnapping? Who?

"Let me go! What do you want!?"

"Shhhh… Shhhh… Let's have a talk, Dursley."

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"Shhhh… Shhhh…. Let's have a talk, Dursley."

Dudley felt something knot up in his belly and knew his kidnapper had apparated away with him. The air suddenly felt icier and the noises around died down. It felt damp just by breathing, and there was something magically ominous.

He tried to remain calm, however. It wasn't that he was used to being kidnapped, but the mere realization that the kidnapper was a wizard made fighting futile. He wasn't as powerful magically or proficient yet.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Nothing more than a few words, Dursley."

Sounds too hoarse. Dudley tried to find the man's identity. A bit insane too.

"If you're curious about my bank balance, you could just ask the Goblins. Honestly, I've lost track of the exact number myself." Dudley lightheartedly joked and tried to blow his breath, wanting to somehow take off the sack on his head.

"I don't want your gold, boy! I have enough of that rotting away! I want the truth—a name! You're a Seer, aren't you? Then tell me—who betrayed the Potters?"

Dudley froze, his brows creasing in an angry frown. He felt furious since being a Seer was a mere excuse. An excuse that not many knew either. Someone had ratted him out, and all he wanted to know was the name now.

"Sirius? Aren't you Sirius Black?" Dudley blurted the name. At that point, it was too obvious.

Woosh!

The sack over his head was instantly removed.

Dudley wheezed for a long breath and looked around. It was almost dark all over. Still, he could see the face of his captor. His unkempt hair, dirty clothes, and insane-looking face gave it all away. The man was clearly out of his mind.

"Tell me, Dursley! Where is he? Where is Peter?! He's the traitor, isn't he? You know where he's run off to, don't you? Spit it out, now!"

Dudley didn't answer and instead asked another question. "Who told you I'm a Seer?"

"Doesn't matter, boy! Just give me the place—tell me where he is! I'll let you go, I swear. Least you can do after all your rotten bullying of Harry!" Sirius went fully unhinged and grabbed Dudley's shoulders, shaking him. "Where?"

There's only one person who could have told him.

"It was Lily, wasn't it? Did she tell you about this? Did you both come up with this plan?" Dudley coldly interrogated. "Even though I was ready to help, she still went off and had me dragged off like this?"

"Listen, boy!" Sirius shook him harder and growled with his foul breath. "She had nothing to do with this! Where's Peter? Tell me—tell me now—or I swear, you'll wish you had!"

"And what? Prove the Ministry right? And Lily has everything to do with it." Dudley didn't budge from his position. "If you want me to talk, take me to Lily."

"She has noth—"

Sirius stopped speaking since he faced Dudley's defiant, resolute gaze. The boy wasn't going to talk no matter what, he realized.

Too desperate and out of his mind, Sirius didn't even think for a moment and grabbed Dudley's shoulders before apparating away. It was instantaneous, and in the blink of an eye a modest living room, brightly lit by lights came into view.

Clank!

A metallic utensil sound came from the kitchen side, and there stood Lily at the kitchen entryway. Frozen in her place, adorned in a simple, long brown skirt and a red checkered shirt, sleeves folded. Her hair was tied in a bun as usual, but her face seemed to have lost all emotions.

"D-Dudley? Sirius? Why are y—"

"You!" Dudley stormed towards Lily, her slender, curvy mature frame minor before his tall height. As he reached an arm's length from her, he looked down at her face. "You broke my trust and our promise. I told you I'd help, but you went and told him? This unstable bastard? You sent him to kidnap me?"

Horrified, Lily stepped closer to Dudley and tried to gently land her hand on his chest. But she failed as Dudley stepped away from her.

"Dudley, please listen to me. Sirius came to my house and pleaded for help. The only clue I had was from you. I didn't tell him more than—"

"You told enough." Dudley interrupted her. "You broke the deal. I didn't want to be directly involved in any of this. I had found out some clues, and I was going to share information with you anyway. But no more. I don't care anymore!"

He looked at Sirius then and felt more annoyed. At the same time, he felt the need for protection. Seeing how easy it was for Sirius to grab him, what was stopping anyone else?

Thanks for giving me an excuse to get away from this mess. I can help Harry from the sidelines without any of you.

"You self-centered bastard," he snarled, his voice sharp and frantic. "My life doesn't matter to any of you, does it? Isn't that true, Sirius? As long as you and your friends get what you want, nothing else matters?"

"Dudley, please…" Lily tried to step closer to him again.

But Dudley didn't let her get closer. No matter how beautiful she might be, his desire for self-preservation reigned supreme. No beauty was worth stepping into the mud that was Harry Potter's life. Just by being the boy's cousin, he was at risk already. He didn't want any more.

"Never approach me again." Dudley declared and headed towards the door. He knew this wasn't the end of it. But he finally had a lifeline to rub against Lily's face in case she asked for too much.

"Stop right there, Dur—"

"Let him go, Sirius!" Lily growled at Sirius. "You have done enough."

But after Dudley left, Lily was in pure panic.

She remembered Dudley telling her that Peter was close already. But now, Dudley refused to get involved any further. Knowing that it was all her fault annoyed her even more.

She should have kept her mouth shut. Sirius wasn't a sane man even before Azkaban, so trusting him like that was a mistake. Kidnapping Dudley was nowhere in her plans.

She couldn't sleep that night, and it ate her up. She wanted to do something, but she felt helpless. She felt alone, unable to trust Dumbledore after what happened with Harry.

But it was a fact that something had to be done. She felt anxious the more she stayed away from Harry.

"I'll join Hogwarts."

Sirius, still hiding inside the house, stared at Lily like she was a bigger lunatic than him. "How? There's no bloody open position for teachers! And it's almost the end of term, for Merlin's sake!"

"No, I won't join as a teacher. There are other ways… but I'll need your help."

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It was an annoying day since Dudley had to return to the station and get his luggage before finally returning to his home. He ate dinner with his mum and dad and finally retreated to sleep in his room.

He felt slightly worried that someone might have seen him and Sirius together, even if it was a kidnapping. He truly didn't want to be involved with the dark side or the light side. All he wanted was to make money while preserving his life.

I need to find protection. I hope Professor Septima's research bears fruit.

Eventually, he fell asleep, having too much planned for his two-week-long holiday. This time, he wanted to dedicate his attention to the magical side of his business. Mainly the bank. Finding fat-pocketed investors wasn't going to be easy as a Muggle-born.

Though, in his dreams, he found some excitement as a certain redheaded woman warmed him up well. Surprisingly, it wasn't Susan, nor a young one, but rather one mature magical woman with green eyes.

When the morning came and he woke up, he felt the firm, saluting erect pole in his pajamas. Slightly annoyed by not having someone to help him, he pushed himself under a hot shower and did what the average lad in Hogwarts did—Hand Practice.

He felt fresh after the self-care and ate breakfast with Vernon and Petunia. The big, fat Vernon was living his best life now, having found relaxation in the mere fact that his son was a billionaire and a wizard. Heck, the man even went to the gym, not that it was helping. As for Petunia, the woman seriously got into cooking as she could afford a top-of-the-line modular kitchen now.

For Dudley, it was a win as he faced almost no bitterness in the family now. As if the Dursley couple from a few years ago was totally different from the current one.

"I'll be visiting on Sundays," he informed his parents. "Got a lot of work in London."

"Don't worry about it, pumpkin. Your father and I fully support you." Petunia instantly chimed in with complete agreement.

As long as I keep printing money, right?

"I'm so proud of you, son."

Who said money can't buy peace and happiness?

Soon, he dressed up neatly in modern clothes, but never overdid it by wearing suits. Just a simple shirt, pants, and formal shoes with sleeves folded. His rented luxury car was no longer a sedan but a van instead since it gave way for a nice, recliner seat with massage features and whatnot. He liked it far more than any other car.

Yet again, he couldn't wait to learn Apparition.

Regardless, he arrived at his London office in a few hours and held a quick meeting. It was time to expand D&D Capital by hiring some more core Senior Associates. So, with Edwin Hughes' aid, he started to look through the resumes of men he knew from his past life.

Soon enough, he found two candidates. A man named Peter Williams, a twenty-year veteran already with great insight. Dudley selected the man for the Real Estate side of the business. He then selected Rupert Davis as Senior Associate for showbiz. From movies to shows to anything concerning entertainment.

With that, he finally had the blueprint of the future behemoth that D&D Capital was going to be. Finance, Real Estate, and Entertainment.

"I've only got two weeks, Edwin. Call these two in for a meeting here at the office. I'll interview them myself, see if they can follow instructions while still thinking for themselves," Dudley decided and then looked at a few other names. Just hiring the Senior Associates wasn't going to help. He needed more assisting staff to fill the cabins. "I'll also be setting up an independent HR department to report directly to me. Make sure to remind everyone to keep their behavior professional."

Knock! Knock!

Dudley paused and looked at the door of his luxurious office. It opened and his assistant peeked inside delicately. She fixed her glasses and reported. "Boss, a man named Lucius Malfoy says he has an appointment with you. I can't find it in the schedule."

Oh? Dudley stood up. The bee appears; smelling the honey?

"Bring him in. This one's a private matter."

Edwin understood the meaning and gathered his files before leaving the room. A few minutes later, the door opened again and a regally dressed Lucius Malfoy walked in. The man looked like a clown in Dudley's eyes.

Long leather coat, draping blonde hair, and a cane in his hand. The man didn't even try to fit in with the muggles. But again, Lucius had no reason or desire to fit in.

"Mr. Malfoy." Dudley welcomed him by simply standing where his seat was. "Please, have a seat."

Lucius was looking around the whole time, staring at the various decorations, expensive wood interiors, and everything else that resembled the epitome of opulence. The entire office was a show of wealth, not some simple workspace.

Money was power, even in the magical world. But Lucius also had a family history, reach, and influence to match it. In his eyes, Dudley was just a small fry who got rich because of luck.

Thud!

Lucius stopped knocking his cane on the floor and took a seat in front of Dudley. He stared at the young Wizard the same age as his son, unable to stop himself from feeling a hint of jealousy. He wished Draco was like this.

"I heard about the bet you made with my son." Lucius started straight from the point. "It is reassuring, at least, that you seem capable of honoring it when you lose."

"If I lose." Dudley playfully corrected him. "Besides, it's just friendly banter."

For a while, Lucius stayed silent, observing every little hint of change on Dudley's face. To his disappointment, he found nothing but pride and confidence in Dudley's expressions.

"You have my attention if that's what you were seeking," Lucius stated.

As expected. He's no fool. Dudley nodded and opened his table drawer. He took out a thick stack of folders and pushed it towards Lucius.

"Have a look, Mr. Malfoy. It took me some time to calculate, and with whatever information was available, I was able to calculate the losses we wizards face due to the inefficiency of Goblins and their personal greed. Your account is also mentioned."

Hearing the mention of his account, Lucious took off his leather gloves and turned the pages of the file. At first, he had a sneer on his face, but eventually, it shaped into a displeased frown.

"A thirty percent loss? Do you have any idea how large that figure is when concerned with my wealth?" Lucius asked him, his tone showing his disbelief. "The Goblins know they can't afford to anger us—"

"Do they have to? Whenever you walk into Gringotts, do you not feel their loathing? Their disgusted gaze? Their greedy little hands playing with gold? They don't care, Mr. Malfoy, because they hold the wealth of the wizarding world. They do it because they have nobody to compete with. Why does one Quidditch team try harder than another? Because they've got competition. But Gringotts? What reason do they have to improve?"

Lucius hummed and focused on Dudley. "What do you propose?"

"A bank," Dudley said with a hint of pride, carefully explaining his plan. "...If you join in, your wealth could grow tenfold. You'll have equity in the bank based on what you invest, but I'd handle the managing and controlling side since I'll be guaranteeing all the money. I've already lined up other investors—I'm meeting Mrs. Zabini about it soon."

Lucius sneered at that name. He was well aware of how Mrs. Zabini gathered her wealth. But he didn't bother with it for now. He was more curious about Dudley's idea. In matters of money, he had enough brain to put profits first and everything else second. It was a fact that Dudley was among the richest in the world already, and the speed was unfathomable.

The blonde-haired pureblood went on to ask dozens of questions to Dudley.

Meanwhile, Dudley silently schemed on how he was going to dilute the fuck out of Lucius' share in the bank. His idea was simple, he'd continue to pump his own money into the bank as an investment fund. He'll force Lucius to invest everything he has to keep up with Dudley and avoid decreasing his share. Eventually, Dudley planned to use Lucius' affiliation with the Dark Lord to deem all Malfoy assets illegal. At that point, he'd just need to buy that seized share. The plan was the same for other pureblood families who'd invest.

The real trick was in the fact that most rich wizards were generational rich. They didn't have any money-making assets. Meanwhile, Dudley had a stock market gold mine equivalent in his memories.

But still, Lucius was going to be the happiest man in the world when the profits poured in for the first few years.

"Eventually, I want to build a bank just for the wizards, by the wizards. We'll take everything away from those bastard Goblins until they have nothing left. We'll see if they still look down on us."

Lucius smirked, finding something in common with Dudley at least, despite their different blood status.

At that point, more than an hour had already passed. Lucius, to his own surprise, failed to realize how much he had spoken with Dudley. It shocked him to remember that Dudley was the same age as his son, yet the difference in their mental maturity was so grand.

"I shall consider your proposal and provide my answer within two days," Lucius stood up to leave. "Should you succeed in rallying others to your cause, I would, of course, be inclined to invest."

Dudley also stood up and extended his hand towards the man, trying to see if he would shake it.

A sneer formed on Lucius' face. The man quickly put on his leather gloves and then shook Dudley's hand.

Dudley watched the man leave through the door. In his heart, he felt bitter. It was clear by the gesture. No matter what, Lucius was incapable of putting behind his pureblood rotten ideology.

Yeah, I'm going to ruin you beyond your worst nightmares, Malfoy.

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Mrs. Zabini was a famed woman in the wizarding circle. The rumors about her weren't just limited to Britain either. No, they traveled far and wide beyond the pond. Yet, the woman didn't care about them and lived her life in utter luxury.

Described by many as ethereally beautiful, the woman married seven wizards who each died in mysterious circumstances, leaving her with a large amount of wealth from each. Enough wealth to last her generations. Enough wealth to make her one of the richest witches in the country.

And for money, Dudley Dursley found himself standing in front of the massive mansion's entrance. Dressed in a fine, black suit, his hair done neatly, he had come for the planned dinner with the woman.

Let's be careful with this one. She might just be a bloody succubus at this point.

Creak!

The massive, twin wooden doors opened magically on their own.

Dudley walked inside carefully, finding the lack of a house elf confusing. But he did notice the luxury that was on display. Gold gilded ceilings and edges, massive chandeliers, paintings on the walls, and glass showcases of various artifacts. The mansion felt less like a house and more like a museum.

Eventually, he approached the large living area of the mansion. A three, three-seater couch set was placed in front of the hearth, a coffee table in the middle. On one of the couches, he found a lone woman sitting.

Succubus! Definitely a bloody succubus. How can a woman be this beautiful at this age?

Dudley approached the couches with heavy steps. Soon enough, the woman reacted to him and stood up. To his surprise, she was almost as tall as him, her skin glowing a rich golden, reddish-brown. Her dress was a single-piece sleeveless gown made of white silk. Two thin strings held the gown on her amber shoulders, the neck area was so wide that her large, dangling bust was barely covered. He was almost certain she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her figure was truly curvaceous, an hourglass of allure, with wide hips that any man would cherish. A long slit ran all the way down from one side of her hips, making one of her slender soft legs stand out in pure display. Besides that, her long dark, wavy hair was utterly beautiful, alongside her dark hazel eyes, contrasting well with her red lipstick.

A small mole was also above the right side of her subtly smiling lips, a small detail that heightened the allure significantly. She looked like a movie star from the 1940's; charming, elegant, regal.

I can feel it already. Dudley felt warmth between his legs. There was something seriously sexually magical about the woman. Let's be careful. Let's not be her poor eighth husband.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Zabini. You are truly… beautiful."

"Hah." The woman throatily chuckled, even her voice was so seductive, bordering hoarseness and deep, yet feminine. Her one arm was pressed under her bust, while the other hand held a golden cigarette holder that she used occasionally to take puffs. "And I too enjoy… what I'm seeing."

Jesus Christ. This milf. Dudley tried not to stare at her large melons and long dusky legs. It's gonna be one hell of a night.

"Do sit, Mr. Dursley. You've intrigued me more than you realize." Mrs. Zabini settled gracefully, her legs crossing to reveal a tantalizing glimpse through the gown's daring cut. "Right here, if you please."

Seeing her pat the seat beside her, Dudley bit his tongue to stay focused and approached her. He could feel something in the air already. Something sensual that was making him horny and daring. He wanted to bed this woman right away, he felt.

"So young, so accomplished. Men like you, Mr. Dursley, are a rare delight. Your quick and consistent rise is a declaration that it isn't a fluke—it speaks of destiny." Mrs. Zabini shifted closer to Dudley's side until her hips squeezed into his flesh. The warmth of her body was noticeable even with their clothes between them. "Tell me, Mr. Dursley. How did you do it?"

"Not that hard when you know Arithmancy and Muggle mathematics," Dudley replied in a restrained manner. He felt stiff in her company as if he was in a tigress' lair. "Investing money is a bit like the lottery. It's risky, but if you're careful and think it through, you can come out ahead."

"Hmm, so it's like finding a good man?" Mrs. Zabini shifted even closer, squeezing her flesh harder into him. Her free hand shamelessly landed on his lap, not even on the thighs but straight in the middle of his lap. "Oh, darling, I'm afraid I'm rather poor at making decisions. If I were better at it, perhaps my husbands wouldn't be dead... and I wouldn't be left to my own devices. It's so lonely."

Focus, Dudley. You're here to get money from her, not giving it to her. Dudley proudly reciprocated her hand movement.

He turned to her more, placing one elbow on the couch's backrest behind her with a relaxed expression, as if he was tempted but still in control. His other hand slid under the slit in her long gown and tasted her warm, sweet chocolate-like thighs. He shamelessly squeezed his hand between her legs, feeling the oozing warmth from her core, inches away from his fingertips.

But to his shock, Mrs. Zabini suddenly uncrossed her legs as she leaned back on the backrest, giving him ample room to reach for her loins. Her long graceful neck tilted towards him as if challenging him to lean in a bit more, perfectly placing herself under his looming shadow. Her hand also ventured further and slid over the bulge growing in his pants. Up and down, over and over like she was petting a beloved cat.

They both locked eyes, as her long red nails traced his throbbing shaft over his pants. The ticklish thrill made his erection harder, dangling him on the edge of temptation.

"Dinner is still an hour away, Mr. Dursley." Mrs. Zabini murmured breathily and twisted her body towards him, bringing her face closer to his, her mature yet beautiful features turning even more apparent. "Won't you be a dear and keep this lonely woman company... just until then?"

Yeah, she wants it. She wants the dick. Dudley knew it now. There was only one direction their exchange was going. Let's be the one in control.

Dudley squeezed his hand closer to her loins and pressed his finger on her soaking slit. He could feel the dampness seeping through the thin lacy material, hot and scorching. His finger followed the sensual shape, slowly pressing down on her swollen nub.

"Of course, Mrs. Zabini. I'd love to accompany you… this evening."

"Wonderful…" Mrs. Zabini leaned in even more towards his side and gently brought her face up to kiss him.

But Dudley had no intention of being passive. He maintained control and pushed her shoulder back on the couch, entangling the thin strap of her dress with two fingers, and pulling it down her smooth shoulders. He leaned down towards her, burying his face in the curve of her neck, licking down and kissing her chestnut skin.

The hand on her shoulder trailed down her collarbone, feeling the hum of her breath on his palm as he was now certain she wasn't wearing any kind of bra. Her large pair of assets were still full and soft, her skin felt velvety under his touch. He cupped one in his large palm, squeezing greedily.

Mrs. Zabini moaned as she closed her eyes in enjoyment. "Ooh… Mr. Dursley! So impatient… Hmmm… Such a direct man… I love it."

Finally, on his own accord, Dudley pecked butterfly kisses up her neck and suckled on her deep red lips. He tasted her incredible lipstick, swishing his tongue in her mouth to plunder. He felt no resistance, but a subdued sense of submission lingered on her tongue.

Let's keep this under wraps. No penetration. No fucking penetration!

Dudley's mind kept reminding himself of the boundaries he had to keep, but his mouth feasted on her lips entirely. His hand molded her breasts wildly, gripping and squeezing the simmering swells.

Mrs. Zabini's hand was still recklessly rubbing his bulge, grinding and pressing, gripping around him as far as she could. Her tongue struggled against his, slurping on his spit, the thirst was obvious. She welcomed his every touch, feeling the tantalizing sensation of being played with.

Then finally, feeling breathless, she stopped kissing and pulled back. "Let's see what else you can impress me with, Mr. Dursley…"

She slid down on her knees on the floor, placing herself between his legs. Her dress hung tightly around her midsection and her voluptuous, naked breasts settled right between his knees.

She unbuckled his pants eagerly and took out his hot swollen cock. Her eyes slightly widened as she found his straining size larger than she had anticipated. She held his girthy cock with one hand, its length longer than her face even.

She licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, her hunger clearly shown. But her words still sounded as if she was in control. "Ummm… Normally I eat desserts after the meal but this time… A little taste won't hurt."

"Go on, be a good girl. You don't need to be shy," Dudley said as he placed his hand on her head.

Mrs. Zabini felt a slight tingle in her loins as he said that. She hadn't been a "good girl" in such a long time, it gave her a lewd kind of thrill. She felt his hand tangle in her dark hair but without pushing her down, leaving the humiliating task of lowering her face to herself.

This felt new, for no other man before dared to toy with her like this.

She licked his swollen cockhead and took him in. Her lips were almost fully stretched by the first inch, tasting sweat and the faint bitterness of precum from his girthy crown. She bobbed her head along his length willingly, careful of her teeth, maintaining a firm suckle with her lips and trying as best she could to use her tongue to massage him. She took half of him in, filling up her mouth until she barely felt him at the back.

"Aren't you ecstatic, Mrs. Zabini? Is this what you wanted?" Dudley asked, now using his hand to manipulate Mrs. Zabini's head, forcing her mouth to suck him more vigorously.

Impatient, he suddenly pumped in deep, making the older woman gag around his cock as his cockhead pressed against the back of her throat harder.

Her eyes widened, feeling him squeeze between her tonsils.

Then, eventually, Dudley pulled back and held her head firmly. He trailed the head of his cock over her full lips so the woman could start properly worshiping his swollen crown with her tongue, sliding it up over its sensitive head and small opening. Her hot saliva smeared all over his cock, gleaming and sticky.

"More! Yes, yes… I long for this… a true man… Yesss!" She mumbled incoherently, her breast swaying between his legs.

Before she could say another word, Dudley pushed her head back down. This time he went deep into her throat.

Dudley slumped back on the couch and grabbed her head with both hands, pushing her down until she gagged once again. Almost as the sensation registered, Dudley pulled her head back, then pushed her down, hips thrusting in time until he was fucking Mrs. Zabini's face in a fast, merciless rhythm.

"Ghk! Ghk!" She choked and sputtered, trying hard to take those small chances of breathing through her nose. She took every last inch of him until her nose hit the patch of hair at the base of his cock. Her mascara was in ruins, her lips smeared cherry red all over from being stretched and fucked for a long while. Her hands gripped his thighs in greed, craving that sweet taste of his virile cream.

"Good girl, so so good. I'm gonna come, just a little bit more." Dudley encouraged, his eyes closed and his hips jerked deeper into her sweltering throat. Dudley could feel every vibration of her moans trapped in her throat and it felt so fucking good around his twitching cock.

"You better… swallow all that creamy dessert you wanted!" Dudley ordered.

He couldn't hold on anymore. He abandoned himself to pleasure and rode the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy. It was just a different sensation of fucking the mouth of a proud, wealthy witch double his age and yet in the prime of her physical beauty.

Looking at her ruined face, her messy hair and her dangling breasts gave him that last amazing push. His sticky seeds spurted out into her hot mouth like a fountain of youth, filling up her throat to the brim, engulfing his own cock with the heat of the climax.

"Ummmm…"

Mrs. Zabini sealed her lips around his shaft, and lapped up everything with her tongue, continuously swallowing down all of his cream in audible gulps all the while her dreamy, tired eyes dared to stare into Dudley's.

She cleaned every last drop of semen from his cock, even licking the folds of his foreskin with her slithering tongue and suckling on his entire length.

Dudley gulped as he felt his throat going dry, the sucking sensations of her gulps felt otherworldly. He relaxed, enjoying the aftercare of her sweeping tongue.

But then he felt it, she kept sucking and licking around his cock head, making his knees go weak and his hips writhe in reaction. His sensitivity was at its peak, it felt as if his soul was being sucked out of his cock. Over and over, her gulps pulled out the last drops in his shaft with force.

He couldn't stand it and eventually had to push her face away from his cock. His breath panted uncontrollably, his knees buckling.

God damn it, woman. Are you really a succubus?

"Ummm… Salty but… savory." Mrs. Zabini licked her messy fingers while locking her gaze on Dudley the whole time. She smirked as if her mission had been achieved. "How about the main course now, Mr. Dursley?"

"Indeed, Mrs. Zabini. I'm famished." Dudley jumped to his feet, tidied his pants, and left the living room. He knew she was talking about another kind of main course, but he deflected it with the real one. "Let's have dinner."

He found his own way to the dining area and took a seat without asking the host. Behind him, Mrs. Zabini also followed soon and sat down opposite him, her gown already fixed back in place. Her face remained flustered, a mess of mascara and makeup that she had somewhat salvaged from tissue wipes.

But then he felt her feet tease him under the table. There were indeed house elves, but they barely appeared in the open to disturb them.

Is she in heat or something?

"Mrs. Zabini, I have come here to seek your investment in a new bank I'm creating. It's different from the Goblins' bank—It will be run by wizards, for wizards. The returns will be higher, the service far better, and—"

"I'm interested." Mrs. Zabini blurted, "You've proven yourself enough. As long as you can guarantee that I won't lose my initial investment, I don't mind."

That was fucking easy.

"Well then, let's raise a glass to prosperous investments." Dudley raised the glass awkwardly.

Mrs. Zabini raised her glass too, but her smirk spoke a different story. "To our future meetings."

Looking for another husband to kill? In your dreams, witch.

Having secured the investment, Dudley ate as fast as he could. He gobbled down everything, downed the wine, finished the dessert, and stood up before Mrs. Zabini could even finish her actual main course.

The woman tried to hold him back, asking him to accompany her for some after-dinner drinks. The signs were clear as day—she wanted to be dicked down.

Fighting his masculine instincts, Dudley had no such plans and escaped in the middle of the night. This time, he flew on his broom since wizards lived too far apart.

Things I do for money… I feel like a back alley hooker… ugh.

Yes, Mrs. Zabini was beautiful. Yes, he'd have loved to pin her down and fold her body while drilling into her hot pussy. But knowing her past record made it hard to guess her intentions.

For women like her, it was best to maintain distance.

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"Rupert, as the head of the entertainment side, I want you to buy a few rights that I'll list. Get me those at all costs. Furthermore, start investing in Disney slowly until we have a big enough stake to be heard. In addition, slowly take over one of the big three music labels. It's a long-term, ten-year-long strategy."

By then, my investments in tech would have made me wealthier than any man in history.

Knock! Knock!

Once again, a knock came on his door. Dudley sighed and looked at the assistant, a true eye candy with a very curvy figure. But he never touched her since she was happily married with kids. Just admiring something pretty was enough.

"Sir, a woman named Tonks is here. She says you'd know if I told you her name."

Tonks? I don't think I ever had anything to do with her. What's going on?

"Let her in," Dudley ordered and looked at Rupert. "Can you give me a moment?"

"Sure, boss."

Moments later, the door was pushed open and two figures walked inside. The one at the lead was blue-haired Tonks, a woman he was interested in but didn't expect to meet so early. But the second figure, a man, was completely unknown.

"Welcome to D&D Capital." Dudley got up from his seat to welcome them. "How can I help you? Take a seat. Would you like some tea?"

"I'm afraid we can't, Mr. Dursley," Tonks replied and showed her Auror badge. "I'm Auror Tonks from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic. This is…"

The tall, blonde-haired, middle-aged man took out his badge too, but this one was different. "I am Auror Charles Stone from MACUSA."

Ministry and MACUSA together?

At that point, Dudley did feel slightly curious. What could prompt the two agencies to work together?

"Mr. Dursley," Charles continued, "You are suspected of unfair no-maj trade practices by using magic to gain an advantage."

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"Mr. Dursley," Charles continued, "You are suspected of unfair No-Maj trade practices by using magic to gain an advantage."

Dudley frowned. The accusation came out of nowhere. "Unfair? What do you mean by that?"

"Using magic to invest in businesses that you know are going to succeed. You have amassed immense wealth in the span of a few years, and it's unnatural. You're most certainly a divinator, a seer who knows events before they happen." Auror Charles accused, though his tone remained calm and respectful.

Dudley chuckled openly and gestured for them to take a seat while he did the same for himself. He gave Tonks a deep glance until she finally took a seat.

"I'm not a Seer. I'm an Arithmancer. I don't magically see things, I calculate the probabilities based on multiple variables. It's a bit like what they do on Wall Street, isn't it? Don't the folks there study stats and graphs? And the hedge funds do the same thing, right? Bet on businesses by analyzing market reports. What I do is a bit like that, really—using Arithmancy and Muggle mathematics to figure out risks and trends," Dudley explained in a way that made sense and at the same time hard to follow.

"Are you suggesting that even without magic you can do it?" Auror Charles inquired.

Dudley shrugged. He was already doing that, after all. "Of course, I can. I already am, actually. You don't need to be a genius to handle money. And just so you know, Arithmancy wasn't even a thing for me until my third year. So, how do you think I managed before that?"

Charles looked at Tonks at that response. Dudley had given a legitimate reason and excuse for himself, and trying to push him into a corner further was pointless.

Tonks finally broke the silence and shifted forward in her seat. She noticed Dudley's keen gaze on her face. "Sorry about this, Mr. Dursley. The Ministry had its own doubts about your recent investments, but the Minister decided it's not our place to meddle. MACUSA just asked us to have a word with you, that's all."

Dudley waved his hand and smiled at her. "No worries. I get why there'd be doubts. Someone my age coming into money so fast—it's natural to ask questions. But there's always a reason behind things, and this was no different."

In fact, Dudley thanked this random probe by MACUSA. He desperately wanted to gain a footing inside MACUSA since the United States was simply a larger market be it on the Muggle side or the magical. Auror Charles was an opportunity, not an investigator.

"If you talked to my Arithmancy Professor, she'd probably say there's not been anyone quite like me in her class. Arithmancy isn't something most wizards dive into, but I've got a bit of a gift for it, really. It's all about numbers, but when you add magic to them, they sort of come alive. It's helped me with potion-making too—I'm ahead of most of my classmates there. Even Professor Snape might grudgingly agree. You can use Arithmancy for all sorts of things: predicting the weather, understanding how people and animals act, and even figuring out stock markets. It's fascinating stuff."

Dudley threw the bait openly. He just needed to lead the man to take it now.

"There are thousands of ways Arithmancy can help." Dudley took out a business card from his pocket and slid it towards Auror Charles. "Figuring out if someone's lying without using Veritaserum? Or even working out if a wizard might go dark—the possibility of a dark wizard being rehabilitated. It's all doable with dynamic formulas and numbers."

As much as Charles, Tonks was intrigued by his suggestions.

"That's… too much. It sounds too good to be true," Tonks blurted. "If all that was possible someone would have done it already."

"Then why do we still hear about new potions being discovered, new spells being made in the Daily Prophet? Magic is a field as vast as deep space. There's all these little things that have to line up just right for anything to work. I guess I'm just lucky, being good at Arithmancy and numbers—and, well, being a wizard too."

Dudley focused his attention on Charles. "Give my regards to Madam President. If she's interested, I'd be thrilled to one day meet her and share the wonders of Arithmancy."

He took the shot. There was no harm in trying, he reckoned.

"You're willing to share the formulas?" Charles asked.

Sure, but not for free.

Dudley had his limitations. There were things he would never sell for any price as they could harm him too.

"Well, Muggles drew the borders, not us Wizards. We're all friends, aren't we?"

The MACUSA Auror smiled and nodded firmly. Finally, he pocketed the card and stood up. He extended a hand towards Dudley. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Dursley."

Dudley got up and shook his hand. "Likewise."

What the!

Dudley felt something in Charles' hand pressed into his palm. Feeling Charles' gaze burning on him, he secretly took whatever Charles was handing him and sat down without letting Tonks see the exchange.

"I'll get going, Mr. Dursley." Auror Charles buttoned up his coat. "I will share what we discussed with Madam President. Ms. Tonks, you should stay. You seemed excited to meet him."

"Me? What? No, I wasn't excited. I was just… We're from the same House and…" Tonks's hair color changed to bright pink. The woman truly had no defense.

Dudley chuckled and let the man leave. At the same time, he unrolled the small paper underneath the table and took a look. His heart was heavy, and once he read it, his doubts became a certainty.

Careful of the 13.

That was what the small paper said. Dudley sighed and tiredly reclined back in his chair. He already knew what that '13' meant. It was the thirteen most powerful wizarding families in the United States. As the numbers suggest, they went as far back as the thirteen colonies. He didn't know much about their current status since they were more secretive than the British equivalent Sacred Twenty-Eight.

Fuck! It was better to just be a Muggle with a wizard cousin.

Yet, he was mature enough to not let bad news ruin the moment. He already knew his rise wasn't going to be as smooth after a certain point. So, he focused on the pink-haired woman in front of him.

He truly admired her beauty as well as her natural talents. A rare human among all humans. Though he silently agreed that her parents fucked up when naming her. Adding 'Nymph' to a name was just inviting trouble.

"Should I call you Tonks, Auror Tonks, or Senior Tonks?" Dudley playfully asked.

"Just Tonks," Tonks replied as her confidence returned. She was still an Auror, after all. "It's great to see Hufflepuff in the news once in a while."

Dudley crossed his arms on the table and focused all his attention on the beautiful witch. She was shorter than him with a slender frame but from the looks of her fashion, pretty curvy around her waist and small hips.

"Really? Do people in the Ministry also talk about me?"

"A lot, Mr. Dursley. It's not often that your type of success story comes out. At your mention, many Muggle-borns puff out their chests a bit, y'know? Even heard Madam Bones singing your praises. You've met her, haven't you?" Tonks sang praises, "You're bigger than most purebloods already."

I'm bigger in all places, I guess. Dudley joked internally.

"It's almost lunchtime. Are you free, Tonks? I was thinking of checking out a new place and thought it'd be nice to have some company," Dudley asked, trying to sound casual. "Oh, and just call me Dudley."

"Lunch?" Tonks quickly looked at the wall clock in the office and hummed. "I expected the meeting with Auror Charles to go much longer. I think I can spare an hour."

"Brilliant! Let's get going then." Dudley stood up quickly, a bit eager, and made his way around the table. He offered his hand with a surprising bit of charm. "I'd really like to hear your Hufflepuff stories."

Tonks giggled and took his hand. Although it was her job to meet new people due to law enforcement, it wasn't often she met people in that manner, let alone join someone for lunch.

"Stories I got plenty, Dudley."

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France,

With some free time at his disposal, Dumbledore left Hogwarts and arrived in France to meet his old friend who was on the last leg of his life. A legend who had lived for centuries and could have lived for more. Yet, he chose to stop.

"All of them agreed?" Nicolas asked, resting in his bed.

Dumbledore nodded, stroking his beard as he sat beside Nicolas' sick bed. "Mr. Dursley's suggestions are viable and profitable. Opening a Hogwarts Investment Fund will secure the school's budget for years to come. Only your approval is left now."

Nicolas weakly licked his dry lips to soothe them. His skin had wrinkled beyond humanly imaginable. Not much time was left for his life. "Umm… The boy is bright for what he's done. But… I heard about his other activities."

Dumbledore sighed, a trace of weariness in his expression, before offering a slight shrug. "He's a boy at the height of his virality. So long as it remains neither crude nor contrived, I see no cause for concern."

"What?" Nicolas Flamel stared at his old friend, his old eyes wide in shock. "Is this truly Dumbledore I hear speaking?"

"We all had our adventures in youth, Nicolas," Dumbledore remarked, his eyes twinkling with humor. "I suspect yours were rather extraordinary in your day. As for Dudley, well, I might occasionally look the other way. He is… gifted, in his own peculiar fashion. Uncaring of blood status, uninterested in battles, solely focused on creating wealth and uplifting others. He even faced the Basilisk to protect his schoolmates, irrespective of their House. In his own way, he is a rather remarkable young man."

"But still… letting him…"

Dumbledore didn't back down. "It's entirely consensual. And surely, isn't it better this way? After all, the wizarding population has already seen its numbers dwindle after the last war. To prevent such connections, such bonds, would be most counterproductive."

"Ah, you're persuading yourself, aren't you? That's how it sounds to me." Nicolas weakly laughed. "Astonishing, truly… yet if it's you, I shall place my trust in you, my friend. I consent to the Hogwarts Investment Fund. But see to it the boy exercises restraint—and bears the weight of his choices, should… well, you know."

"I'm certain the boy isn't that foolish, Nicolas."

"Only time will tell."

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Although the Easter holiday lasted two weeks, Dudley felt as if it went by in the blink of an eye. Having spent days and nights working on starting his Wizard Bank, he lost the track of time.

Before he knew it, he was sitting in the Hogwarts Express, heading back to school. It was already April, and he knew the next two months were going to be the most hectic as the entire Peter Pettigrew plot was going to unfold.

He was prepared, however. He had a plan, and it was based on minimal direct involvement. He didn't want anyone to know he had anything to do with Peter's capture.

Fucking hell, I just want to make some money.

Sadly, he was also a Muggleborn. That meant no matter how rich he'd get, he'd always be seen as an enemy by Voldemort.

I need more than just money. He reckoned and looked at the leather duffle bag he was carrying with him. He patted it and heard clanks of the Gold Galleons. But money will get me that.

"Anything off the trolley, Mr. Dursley?"

Dudley looked at the door. He'd felt it already. How people around him addressed him differently now. Previously the woman used 'dear' to call him. Now, she was far too formal.

"Absolutely! I'm famished." Dudley jumped to his feet and looked through the trolley. He randomly grabbed things he wanted. "How's your grandson these days, Ma'am? Did he like the birthday present?"

"Oh, he's inseparable from it. You didn't have to do that, Mr. Dursley."

Dudley just smiled and paid for the food. He wasn't really a magnanimous charitable person. Everything he did had a reason and worth. Trolley Witch rolled around the entire train and was a part of the Wizarding community. Being on her good side meant occasional gossip or information. On top of that, she spread the word about how amazing Mr. Dursley was.

"Glad I could make him happy."

"You're such a sweetheart. Well, I better get going—Aaaanything from the tro…"

Dudley closed the door and relaxed back in his seat. As he ate some chocolate, he looked at his belly. Although he had a lot of muscles and overall had a bear-ish body, large, broad, and generally healthy, he still couldn't grow some abs. Some of the chubbiness remained there.

The dadbod allegations by Harry were slowly becoming hard to tackle.

Ah, who cares? I still get more ladies than any of the lads combined.

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Dudley arrived on Sunday and dined with everyone in the Great Hall.

He met with his two beautiful housemates—Susan and Hannah. He handed Harry some items that Lily wanted to send. Of course, Dudley got them indirectly from Petunia. Had some friendly banter with Ron, some nerdy talk with Hermione, and then an exhausting quick session with Susan because she was too pent-up without him in the school.

Besides, he also desired her after being separated for two weeks, and this time he had come prepared with a bag full of 'special potions'. As for Hannah, he still didn't take her virginity, wanting to make it special for her and not some quick session in the school. Still, he made out plenty with her.

Hannah looked confident but was still as shy as ever. But with Dudley, she had started to speak her mind and occasionally bark out a few jokes. They were often too direct and bordered on bullying, enough to make him and Susan laugh out loud.

Sadly, when the night came, Dudley had to return to his dorm room that he shared with three other boys. He truly didn't enjoy that and hoped he could bring his girls instead.

That'll be too much.

He knew he was already treading a thin line. Having not been caught yet was already a boon.

But it was an undeniable fact that after exhausting himself with Susan, the sleep was always quick and soothing. He slept like a log, unbothered if he snored or not, stuck in the same position the entire night.

By the time the sun sprinkled its warmth on him through the windows, he was already up and awake, hard as a rock, and energized like a hippogryph in heat. He rushed to the boy's bathroom, took a hot shower, combed his hair, and dressed up in nice school robes.

Clack!

He put away the mirror into the drawer and grabbed his books.

Ah, I love being rich and successful. Everything feels exciting.

"Good morning, girls." Dudley saw Hannah and Susan chattering with their friend, Megan Jones.

"Morning, Dudley," Megan shyly replied first.

Susan winked from the sidelines.

What's she plotting now?

"Well, I'm off to class. Professor McGonagall isn't going to be happy with my half-assed homework."

It was a quick return to the everyday life in the school. Dudley, as always, struggled with common magic and excelled in other subjects. After Transfiguration, he struggled with Charms and then enjoyed himself in the Arithmancy classroom. However, he was more interested in Professor Vector's research.

Then, for the double classes of Potions, he regrouped with Hannah and Susan and tolerated Snape's brooding presence for two straight hours. With Ravenclaw joining them for the shared class, Dudley got the chance to see Padma again.

As per the promise, he decided to teach her potions. Well, he wasn't going to lie that he had other intentions too since she had already hinted her interest. Still, he was serious about teaching her.

"Average." Snape tested Dudley's potion and remarked. "Slightly worse and I would have failed you, Mr. Dursley."

Dudley silently nodded and once the man walked away, rolled his eyes. No matter how good he became in potions he knew the brooding professor would never praise him.

"Professor, I'm done with the potion. Can I leave?" Dudley asked confidently.

Snape looked back at him with such an intense glare as if Dudley just asked him for his liver. "Mr. Dursley, if this class bores you, you need not return again."

"I loved potions class," Dudley shamelessly responded.

"Then help your classmates with the brewing."

Doesn't that mean I'm too good at Potions? Dudley chuckled at the indirect praise.

More than half an hour was left, so Dudley quickly walked over to Hannah and guided her. Of course, his hands took the liberty to give her reassuring pats—on the ass. He loved seeing her blushing face.

Then, he helped Susan, who was more shameless than him, and smashed her rear against his erection. He had to pinch her to sanity before getting caught.

One by one, he helped Hufflepuff first and then walked over to the Ravenclaw students. Of course, he helped the girls first.

Dudley stood beside Padma and helped her deal with the ingredients. He rather liked that she had changed into her summer uniform since it allowed him a better view of her figure. Her white shirt was tight around her waist, and her skirt went till below her knees, though the jutting rear was a sight to behold since she had discarded her black robe—a hazard for brewing potions due to its loose sleeves.

"Thanks, Dudley," the dusky Witch chirped.

"No problem." He poured the ingredients into the cauldron. "Padma, meet me outside the second-floor girls' lavatory after the class. I know a place where we can practice potions."

"Really?" Her eyes excitedly turned towards him.

"Shhh…" Dudley calmed her down and stepped closer to her side, letting her feel his physical presence with his side rubbing against hers. "The place is a secret, so don't tell anyone about it. Not even Hannah and Susan."

Not yet, at least.

"Oh…" She pressed her lips tight. "Don't worry about it, Dudley."

"That's it. Just stir the pot… keep stirring it." Dudley stuck to her side and softly placed his hand behind her back over the shoulder blades. "Potions aren't hard, as long as you have patience. Relax your muscles and don't jerk the spoon."

Padma jolted against his touch at first, but then a shy smile formed over her lips. Her body relaxed into his tall body on her side with her hand finishing the potion.

"Which potion are we going to study today?" she asked.

"Hmm… How about skin softening potion? I bought the recipe recently," Dudley offered. "And also a Babbling Beverage potion."

"I'd love that." Padma melted into his touch on her back as she felt his hand trace the curvature of her spine and go downwards, yet never too low.

Dudley sensed her body needily squirming into his touch. He smiled and stopped abruptly, stepping away from her. "I'll go help the others."

One after another, Dudley helped every single student in the classroom. Most of the Ravenclaws didn't need his help, but he still saved a few from sudden explosions and other accidents. That day, it was one of the most successful Potions sessions in the entire 3rd year.

Snape barely found anyone to punish or take House Points away from.

Just like that, the last class of the day came to an end. Dudley walked over to his table and grabbed his book.

"Susan, I have something to discuss with Professor Vector. I'll see you two at dinner." He excused himself, not really a lie since he did plan on meeting the woman. He desperately wanted her to succeed in her research.

Of course, there was no way he could fool Susan. She had already noticed Dudley's presence beside Padma.

"I hope the 'discussion' goes well, Dudley," she said cheekily. "Good luck."

"See you later, Dudley." Hannah waved innocently and left.

Dudley also left the class quickly and grabbed a few items he needed for the potions tutoring. Just like how he remembered the Half-Blood Prince had made notes in his potions book, Dudley had done the same but for all the school years. His adjustments were based on arithmancy and calculations.

For Padma, he chose to teach her some 4th Year Potions as they'd help her the next year.

"There you are." He soon rushed to the 2nd floor and found Padma standing alone with a few books clutched on her side. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a secret," Dudley replied and climbed the stairs with her all the way to the fifth floor. "Close your eyes, Padma."

Quickly, he made the door to his imagined private potions lab.

"You can look now." He walked ahead and opened the door. "Follow me in."

"Where did that…"

"Shh… Secret."

Padma pressed her lips with a hand and followed Dudley into the brightly lit room. Her eyes widened at the first sight—clean without a speck, long table with all the potion-making ingredients neatly set. There were chairs beside the table, and surprisingly, she noticed a bed-like bench in the back too, but it wasn't a bed since it lacked the sheets. Instead, the cushion was covered in gray leather, with a large white towel neatly spread on top of it.

"What's th–"

"Let's start." Dudley cut her off and removed his black cloak. Then he removed his tie, opened the first two buttons of his shirt, and folded his sleeves. "Let's start with the Babbling Beverage first."

Following Dudley, Padma also removed her cloak and tie and folded her sleeves. She took a deep breath and followed him to the long potions table.

"Here, have a look at my book. It's a fourth-year potion, so check the ingredients first. If there's anything you don't recognize, just ask me." Dudley gave her his custom-marked book and then proceeded to set up the materials, cauldron, and everything else.

Slightly nervous about not wanting to embarrass herself, Padma focused on the booklet. "Wait… why did you cross the instructions?"

"It's not bad, Padma, but I like to make little changes to my potions. That's probably why they come out so well."

"Woah!" Padma gasped in awe and focused on the instructions.

Clank!

Shhh…!

Dudley finished all the preparations and fired up the hearth. "Alright, let's get started. Just follow what the book says, and if you run into trouble, I'll help you out."

"Thanks, Dudley."

Shy, hesitant, a little flustered, and somewhat excited, Padma stepped in front of the cauldron and began adding the ingredients. The start was always the easiest.

"Squeeze it harder. You need to take out all its juices." Dudley was tall enough to stand right behind her and look down over her shoulder. "With a little more strength. Let me help."

Dudley suddenly stepped closer behind her and practically stuck his entire front side to her back. His half-saluting cock squeezed into the upper part of her crevice, his arms slithered around her slender, tight waist and reached the front from under her arms.

His wide palm pressed her hand that was already pressing a nut-like ingredient with a knife's flat side, squeezing her curving bottom even more as his tall body pushed down a bit.

Padma flinched a little, feeling the sudden warmth from behind. Her heart thumped so loudly that even Dudley felt it from her body. The butterflies in her stomach started to churn, igniting a scorching flame in her lower belly. For a moment, Padma felt weak at the knees. But when Dudley pressed her hand down, she did it too. However, she instinctively pushed her bottom against his cock to feel his sizable manhood even more, slowly wiggling like a slow dance.

"That's right, now pour it all into the pot."

"Hmm…" Padma hummed and followed his lead. The lingering presence of Dudley's warm body hugging her from behind made it hard to focus, but she did her best. She gulped and read the next instruction. "I… I should cut it."

"You're doing great."

Dudley's hand gently rested on the side of her waist, near her hips the whole time. He loved the way his palm could slide over her slender curves, so smooth and soft. Yet, her ass was so full and fit as she pressed against him. He couldn't help imagining how amazing it would feel to squeeze and slap. His cock was growing very hard too quickly.

The fact that he felt Padma's bottom push into him on her own made her interest clear. At this point, nothing was going to hold him back from tasting her.

As Padma was about to pour her last ingredient, Dudley pressed harder into her from behind. His face suddenly lowered beside her cheek and his hand stopped her hand. "Be careful, this might ruin the entire potion. Place the leaves in one at a time."

Dudley's one hand "mistakenly" landed on one of her breasts while the other calmly guided her extended hand to place the ingredient gently into the cauldron. His palm felt the subtle thumps of her heart going crazy.

"Great! Now just stir as per my instruction." Dudley put his hands back on her waist, deliberately slow as his fingers glided over her belly. "Clockwise five times as slow as you can."

Dudley moved his hips in the same direction, as he "taught" her how slowly she should move. His bulge grinding over her cloud-like ass, while his hard, thick shaft struggled to burst through his zipper. The friction was just too tempting, like a piece of fresh meat in front of a lion.

"Counterclockwise…"

Dudley felt Padma's hips following his motion as he kept moving, grinding against him. He smiled and lowered his face to her side, his cheek almost rubbing against hers.

"Almost done… Now slowly douse the hearth."

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"Hmm…" Padma exhaled a deep, warm breath. "Is it done?"

"Brilliantly!" Dudley praised and ended all his intimate touch. He stepped away from her and seriously evaluated the potion, as well as transferred it into a container. "Let's test it first."

Dudley used a spoonful of pure alcohol and mixed a drop of Babbling Potion.

Woosh!

Instantly, the alcohol caught fire.

"Perfect, Padma! Go ahead, give it a sip."

"I can?" Padma reacted with shock.

"Well, it's best to experience the effects of your potions firsthand," Dudley advised and handed her a spoon. "I'll try it with you."

Padma smiled brightly and agreed right away. She dipped the spoon in the potion and took some. Then, Dudley did the same and clanked it with her spoon to toast.

"Cheers."

At the same time, both downed the perfect quantity of the potion.

"Ten points to Ravenclaw." He praised and patted Padma's shoulder intimately. "Alright, next up is the Skin Softening Potion. It's not too tricky to brew—just a bit pricey with the ingredients."

Quickly, Dudley and Padma cleaned the workstation and set up new tools. Finally, Dudley brought the three ingredients needed for the potion. The three looked expensive as they came in small, beautiful boxes, diamond-like patterned vials, and even smelled amazing.

"Since this one's not in the book, I'll verbally guide you. Add the oil in the cauldron first."

Dudley once again stepped up behind her. But he heard her giggle instead of heaving a sigh. He also chuckled, sensing the honest excitement she felt.

Seems like the Babbling Potion is working its magic.

"Stir the oil clockwise for five minutes," he instructed.

"That's it? Isn't that too easy, Dudley?" Padma asked, but her tone sounded more like she was teasing him.

Dudley leaned in and hugged her shamelessly, wrapping his arms around her entire waist and feeling her delicate belly and warmth. He lowered his face to the side of her face once again. "I told you it's easy. Go ahead, add the first vial."

"Oh, the scent is so… amazing. It feels… warm and exciting."

"Me too…" Dudley pushed the straining tent in his pants over her bubble bottom. The softness he felt with each gentle push made him heat up even more. "Definitely warm, definitely exciting… But it's just the beginning."

"Hmm… I can't wait." Too excited like a jumping little rabbit, Padma subtly moaned her babbling words as she wiggled her bottom from side to side.

Dudley kept his face beside her cheek and took deep breaths, tickling her skin with the hot air of his lungs. It wasn't just the potion, Padma's own spicy perfume was making him feel things. Spicy, tingling things. His large arms around her waist continued to squeeze harder, making his attention on her body very obvious.

Slowly, he guided her to add all the ingredients.

"Now keep stirring it clockwise until it has an oily, creamy texture."

"Understood, Professor Dudley." Padma giggled even more.

Dudley chuckled and took a long, deep breath before muttering close to her ear. "Why don't you let me help you test the potion? I could apply it to your leg first, just to make sure your skin reacts well to it."

"Umm…" Padma moved her legs back and forth, grounding her hips into him harder. "I'd like that… I think."

Dudley's hands moved up from her belly. Both his palms gently landed on her small breasts. He felt her thin bra cup but didn't squeeze, simply giving her some looming pressure.

He heard her moanful breath, small and delicate, full of expectations.

"I think it's finished. Douse the hearth and let it cool down," Dudley instructed. But this time, he didn't move away from her. "Why don't you go over to that bench and lie down? Take off your socks."

"Um… Okay." Padma pursed her lips, feeling some sensations that made her needy. "Anything else other than my socks?"

Dudley warmly smiled and gave a gentle squeeze on her breast. Then, he let her go. "Let's take it slow."

Padma blushed red, her chocolate skin glistened under the mere steam that came off of the creamy potion.

Dudley watched as Padma went over to the massage bench, step by step her slender legs moving her ass in sexy swings. She sat there for a moment, removing her socks from her little feet, wiggling her adorable toes in nervousness, her blush clearly visible. He couldn't help but feel even hotter as he saw the socks slide down her smooth skin.

Dudley grabbed the cauldron and poured the creamy potion into a beaker. He walked over to Padma, confidently; knowing exactly what he was going to do with it. He climbed onto the bench and sat down right beside her slender legs.

"Let's get started," he said, pouring some potion onto his palms.

Dudley applied the potion over her legs, massaging his hands over her skin. He tickled her toes with his nimble digits, the flat side of the foot, her small ankles, then her shins, all the while feeling the quivering trembles over her body.

His hands slowly went up towards her naked thighs, sliding right under her skirt while squeezing her chocolate flesh with a scorching, gentle rhythm. He could feel her legs trying to squirm, but holding back as her goosebumps started to rise.

"Umm…." Padma exhaled with a deep indulgent whimper.

Dudley's hands continued to go up and up, letting her flesh spill between his fingers as he squeezed and rubbed. The tips of his fingers barely touched her white panties. But then, he suddenly stopped and focused back on her wiggling legs.

"I think… It's working. I can feel it already… soft and shining." He truly admired her shining brown skin. "Feel it."

Padma sat up and felt her legs. She notices the softness and the shine and with eyes wide, "It really worked!"

"Should I continue?" Dudley asked, faintly smiling.

That was enough to send the message. Padma bit her lips and nodded giddily. She laid back down, legs straightened. "Yes! I mean… please do."

Dudley chuckled and leaned over her body once more, placing his hands on her smooth legs. He massaged her thoroughly, his fingers pressing all the way over her tense, nervous muscles. His oily hands slid sensually over her plump thighs all the way to her heated core.

"Ummh… You're good at massaging… Got a backup career as a masseur," Padma blurted out a compliment.

"Only for the ladies. Yeah, why not," Dudley smirked while he massaged her inner thighs, his thumbs "accidentally" brushing against her cotton-covered slit. He could feel the warm, wet heat starting to form on the material of her panties.

"Suits you…Hihi…" Padma closed her eyes, the smile never leaving her charming face.

"How about your belly? You want it to spread evenly, right?" Dudley asked, but his hands were already busy pulling out the bottom of her shirt from the waistband of her skirt.

"Umm-hmm..." Padma nodded happily.

Popping out her shirt buttons one by one, Dudley's other hand dove under the opening and started rubbing her undulating, naked belly. All the way up, he lathered her creamy skin, his hands reaching for her heaving, handful breasts.

"Hehe.. Dudley, that tickles… umm… Keep going."

"As you wish, M'lady…"

To his delight, he found that her bra had the hooks on the front and "mistakenly" opened it. He never knew that was a thing, inwardly praising the inventor. Her small breasts jutted out as the white bra spread wide like the wings of a sinful angel. Her dark tips jiggled every time she took a breath, capturing Dudley's full attention.

"Oh! Dudley… You're so bad~" Padma yelped.

"And you're just so beautiful… Want me to keep going?" He asked, his hands massaging her swells thoroughly. His digits danced around as her oiled-up flesh slipped and slid between them. He molded her hills with the utmost care, covering every inch of her brazenly exposed breasts with creamy, oily delight.

"Yes please."

"Turn around, let's get every last inch," he instructed.

Padma followed along, turning her body on the table. She removed her shirt and bra as she turned, exposing the lustrous, blemish-free back entirely. Now her ass jutted up, swaying a little with every move of Dudley's hand. The hem of her skirt swayed over the back of her toned thighs, skimming her skin teasingly.

"Here, let me help you with that," Dudley muttered as he pulled down the back zipper of her skirt, and easily pulled it down and off her legs.

Now Padma lay there, with nothing on but her white cotton panties. Her back glistened with a tinge of heated sweat, squirming to find a good position for her smushed breasts. The curve of her bottom was so sinful and inviting that Dudley couldn't help but focus his massages on it even more.

Dudley aimed for the panties, and slipped both hands under the opening of her legs, squeezing and molding her plump ass. His thumb constantly brushed against her two sensitive holes, sliding along as he spread the cream.

She writhed under his hands, breathing out loud and audibly. Her ass jutted up even more every time Dudley touched a sensitive point. It was a grand invitation from her body, reluctant to part with his hot hands. She wanted even more, and of course, even deeper.

"Merlin, you're so soft, Padma… I don't think you needed the cream…" Dudley praised as his one hand moved to massage her lithe back, the other opening up the buttons of his own shirt.

"Mmm… I think I do… A lot of it…" She replied with moans.

Sensing no protests, Dudley slowly pulled down her panties, letting her lay there completely naked. He took a moment to also take off his pants and underwear, standing bare right beside the massage table. Then, he massaged her flushed bottom once more, this time palming her upper thighs intentionally, pushing her to raise her ass even more.

"Oohh….." Padma moaned as she felt the large hands guiding her lower body. She complied and lifted her ass bit by bit, letting him see her naked and exposed, moist slit. She could feel the oily, wide palm cupping her entire heated furnace, supporting her waist up. She bent her knees a little, stretching her curve back like a cat craving heat.

"Beautiful," Dudley muttered as he got a clear view of her twitching petals.

He climbed back onto the massage table right behind her, kneeling between her spread calves, holding on to each ass cheek with his hands.

His thumbs trailed along her wet petals, up and down, feeling her body start to shiver uncontrollably. While stroking her bundle of nerves with his thumb, his right index finger entered her heavenly gates, earning a long melodious moan. His left hand kept massaging her ass, pinching and squeezing the russet skin.

"Ahhh… Yes!" Padma cried out in delight. That subtle brush against her treasured spot, his curling fingers, and the rough pinching on her ass sent her into a frenzy. Her body craved more and more as her ass swayed. Beads of sweat started to form on her back when Dudley added another finger to her pussy.

Dudley spread the cream thoroughly inside as he did outside, his gentle hands moving vigorously now. He loved watching her juices drip every time his two fingers plunged into her squelching core, drawing out more as his digits curled inside her. His right thumb continued to swish around her swollen clit, his left oily fingers brushing against her twitching star-shaped hole.

"Ohh… Ohhh… Du–dley!" Padma tried to look back, looking at his lustful expression as he watched her pussy gaping and clenching around his finger. "You… like watching it... So much?" she taunted sensually.

"You're just… too… fucking hot!" Dudley leaned over her a bit more, his time thrusting his fingers into her with swift movements of his arms, finger fucking her aggressively.

"Ohh…ohh.. Fuuck!" Padma screamed onto the towel under her, both hands gripping whatever she could. Her body shivered uncontrollably, her pussy clenching hard around his fingers. With an incredible climax, a pulsating wave of pleasure took over. Her watery nectar burst onto his fingers, sploshing and dripping onto the towel under them.

"Haaah… haah…." Padma gulped and tried to breathe in. Her knees went weak, lowering her ass back down as she lay there prone feeling the last waves of pleasure washing over her. She almost wondered why she came so fast, but remembering the large palms he had, there was nothing else to wonder about

"My turn," Dudley chuckled and leaned over her withering body. He got down on her back in a push-up position, hands wide on the massage table, right beside her shoulders. He spread her legs wider with his knees, his cock probing her ass for a way in.

His iron-hard cock slithered between the tight, wet entrance, searching for that hot, sweltering pussy that was ready and waiting for him. He pushed in a little, parting her flushed petals, then gently thrust his length into her tight, clenching pussy.

"Ahhh!" Padma mewled as she felt his length going in, inch by inch, stretching her to insanity. Her body wanted to rest, but her lustful mind wanted more. Her soaking pussy gripped around his immense girth, her juices lubricating the path, deep down to her cervix. The nudge of his cock head felt deeper than anything, going all the way up to her lower belly.

"That's it…." Dudley groaned as he felt the tight squeeze. His cock felt the wet, warm embrace, and his balls loved the cuddle between her ass cheeks.

He started to move his hips, plunging into her as his pelvis collided with her bouncing ass. The slow and gentle movements formed a rhythm that slowly burned with vigor, going faster and stronger. His lengthy cock poked at her cervix entrance over and over, smashing her to oblivion. Even when she couldn't take his whole length, her clenching ass still milked him to the base.

Padma yelped and groaned, loving every moment of it. "Oohh fuck! Yessss! Yess! Harder! Fuck me!"

Dudley felt her urging even more with her raised ass. He leaned on her body entirely, his weight pressing her down, hugging her neck with his arm, wildly plowing into her pussy, his pelvis bouncing on her jiggling ass. The massage table creaked hard, echoing the sounds of their squelching and slapping flesh.

"You like it this way? You like my cock? You want this?" He groaned, babbling whatever came to mind into her ear. His ass jolted onto her, fucking her senseless again and again. Her tightness edged him to insanity, his girth utterly squeezed between each thrust.

"Yess! Yes! I love your big… cock! It's better than anything I've felt before!!"

He babbled into her ears the whole time and she did so too, they moaned and muttered incomprehensible words, loud and rough, echoing in the room. Wanting more, he kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheeks, lathering his tongue and spit on whatever he could reach.

Padma looked sideways and kissed his lips too, her slithering tongue exploring his mouth as he suckled on hers. As their mouths locked onto each other, he plowed into her with no mercy, churning her insides with every deep thrust.

Dudley was teetering on the edge, feeling that itching tingle that strained his cock to no end. It was now or never, and he certainly wouldn't stop now. Taking advantage of her shorter frame, his one arm slid under her neck and hugged her in a faint chokehold, clenching her soft body, weighing himself into her harder as he abandoned himself to pleasure.

"Ghh…!" Dudley grunted, slamming in deeper as he pulled her glistening, brown, doll-like body into his thrust. His abdomen contracted as if all of his batter was sucked out of his body. He jolted in one last time and felt the mind-numbing, gushing flow of his climax spray into her. Ecstatic, each pump made his hips ground down into her squeezed body, savoring the warm, drenched, slippery depths of her filled pussy.

"Ahhh!" Padma climaxed again, breaking through the final threshold, drowning the large cock in her juices.

They both rode the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy, coming at the same time. He allowed his molten juices to intermingle with hers, thrusting a couple more times with sheer determination to spill every last drop.

As her pussy twitched in numbness, Padma's body slowly relaxed, slumping down in exhaustion, releasing Dudley's weakening cock. Her ragged breathing slowed down, but her heart still thumped widely.

Dudley pulled back, sitting on his knees between her legs. He saw the messy culmination of their fucking, rolling down her slit and staining the towel. Seeing her that way, Dudley also took a deep breath, allowing all the shuddering and goosebumps on his body to relax. He could see the side of her messy face, hair, and sweaty forehead, but it didn't diminish the charm she had.

"Ummm….. Thank you, Dudley… It was… uh… so nice…" Padma mumbled between pants. "Such an amazing… Potions class…"

Dudley fell beside her flat on his back, panting after the amazing exertion. "You're one brilliant student, Padma."

"Learning from the beh… best," Padma mumbled and turned sideways to hug his chest and place her head on his shoulder. "I… I didn't know you were so big."

Dudley chuckled and hugged her back, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin. Her teasing hand playfully holding his flaccid length didn't help either. "Was it too much?"

"No." Padma squeezed his length, "It was perfect… Oh, I can't remember the last time I came so much.

As a few minutes went by, they felt their hearts calm down and the air feeling cold. His erection had no traces left, despite Padma's playful hands, as if addicted to him.

She wants to go another round?

"Dudley…"

"Yeah?"

"Can we continue these classes?"

"Who said we're stopping?" he replied.

"No, I meant… 'this' class."

Just say it openly, girl.

"Well…" Dudley squeezed her body into his chest harder and arched sideways to reach for her ass. He gave a hard squeeze and grinned. "You think I can ever stop now?"

"Heh… Thanks. Oh, we're not a thing, right?"

Dudley's heart froze. "Do you want that?"

"No! Bloody no! My parents would kill me."

Expected that much. Dudley nodded and silently let out a sigh of relief.

"Then there's no need to worry, Padma," he reassured her and tried to get up. "We can keep this between us. And… we should probably head back to the Great Hall now."

Padma nodded and got off his chest. Yet again, she shyly covered her breasts and wore her bra. Using the towel, she cleaned herself between the legs and slowly put on the uniform.

"By the way, I got the potion to… help with things," Dudley said, pulling out a vial from his discarded pants and handing it to her. "Your parents will definitely kill you if you don't take this."

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Padma exclaimed, grabbing it quickly. "I was so worried, but I didn't want to spoil the moment."

Dudley chuckled and grabbed the potions they had made. Since he had used real ingredients, they were also real.

"You should head out first."

Padma nodded and skipped towards Dudley first. Shyly, she rose on her toes and pecked a quick lip tap on his lips. "Thanks for being such an amazing professor, Dudley."

"Don't be late for the next class."

Once she was gone, Dudley sprayed some scent on himself to make it different from what Padma smelled of. After that, he sneakily exited the Room of Requirement and went to see Professor Vector.

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The moment of truth had arrived.

The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match had begun and from the very beginning, it was intense. Gryffindor took the lead and Slytherin turned highly aggressive in their play. Harry was a constant target, having to avoid the bludgers time and time again.

In the stands, Dudley sat calmly with a book in his hands. While Hannah and Susan on his side jumped and shouted in cheer, he was the odd one out in the front row reading 'Best Lines From Movies.'

"Be a little cheerful," Hermione advised from his left.

Dudley shrugged and turned the page. "What's the point? I know the outcome."

Hermione and Ron were there with him, wanting to join Dudley since so much money was on the line. Heck, a lot of Gryffindors had chosen to sit where he was, instead of huddling somewhere else. They wanted to see Dudley win.

"By the way…" Dudley eyed the bushy-haired girl with purpose. "Where's Professor Lupin?"

Hermione looked left and right at the other audience towers. "I… don't know."

"Strange, he always disappears when you need him," Dudley muttered and turned another page. "Every month, right?"

"You…"

With an intrigued look, Dudley closed his book and stood up. After a brief glance at the score, he looked back at Hermione on his left. "You know it?"

Hermione weakly nodded.

"That's great. I just wanted to tell you in case you missed it. I wouldn't want you getting hurt now." Dudley said and sidestepped closer to her. He then leaned sideways and whispered near her ear. "And I know your secret, by the way."

Hermione almost jumped when his breath struck her ear. "W-What secret?"

Dudley teasingly grinned. "Tik-tok, tik-tok… Ah, I forgot my watch."

"No!" Hermione instinctively grabbed Dudley's arm, worry etched on her pretty face.

Dudley found her cute and winked. "I was just teasing, Hermione. I have to admit, I'm impressed. Managing so many subjects must be a challenge… I can only imagine the headaches."

Nodding, Hermione calmed down, blushing and yet refusing to release his arm from her grip. "It's hard, but I manage. But I don't think I'll do it next year. It's too much."

"I was just about to say that. It's time for you to start taking your role in D&D Capital more seriously. You've gotten through most of the basics and intermediate stuff, and now it's time to put that knowledge to use."

Woosh!

Right then, Harry zoomed past in front of them.

"Let's discuss it later." Dudley stopped talking and focused on the match.

Draco was about to catch the Snitch, desperate greed visible on his face. But Harry was onto him already and approaching fast.

Woosh!

"Harry! Dodge!" Hermione shouted.

Bole from Slytherin tried to hit Harry with a Bludger. But Harry dodged it in time and zoomed towards Draco.

Right before Draco was about to grab the Snitch, Harry pushed Draco's hand out of the way and captured the Snitch himself.

"Wooohoooo!" Ron roared.

"Gryffindor Wins with two-thirty points!"

Dudley smirked all the while staring at Draco's defeated figure slowly descending towards the ground. Meanwhile, Harry was punching the air with the Snitch in his hand. Soon enough, the entire team lifted Harry in the air on the ground.

"Let's go," Dudley muttered and left his seat.

Smelling spicy drama, the entire spectator tower he was at followed him. Most of them were Gryffindor, but Dudley always kept his girls on his sides—the Hufflepuff Trio, as they were called. However, more vulgar mouths called them other things.

Dudley climbed down the tower and headed towards the changing room of the Quidditch teams. Outside, the celebration was slowly coming to an end as Dumbledore handed the Quidditch Cup to the Gryffindor team.

By the time Dudley arrived inside the changing rooms, the Gryffindor team also gathered to savor the drama.

"Go away, mudblood!" Crabbe and Goyle were standing guard outside Slytherin's changing room.

Dudley chuckled and looked left and right. "What are you going to do? Hit me? Use magic? I commend your spine, but I've got about three dozen lads and ladies behind me."

Unbothered by the two, Dudley pushed the two boys aside and walked into the Slytherin changing room. Calling the place gloomy was an understatement, the entire team was sitting on the benches with their heads hanging low.

Clap! Clap!

Dudley clapped, mocking them, of course. "Why the long faces, folks? Winning and losing is just part of the game. Isn't that right, Draco?"

Red-eyed and furious, Draco raised his head, staring at Dudley with pure hatred. "What do you want, Dudley?"

"What? What do you mean? Did you forget the bet? A hundred thousand Galleons?" Dudley frowned, exaggerating every word and movement of his body. "I hope a Malfoy always pays his debt."

Draco turned red and came rushing towards Dudley. "I haven't forgotten, Dursley. If you've come here to gloat, you can leave. I'll give you the money tomorrow."

"As you should, buddy."

Truly, he was enjoying the moment.

"Go away then!" Draco growled, almost reaching for his wand. "I'll see how long you can keep that grin on your face."

Ah, so he knows something. Another reason to bankrupt his daddy.

Dudley took that as a sign that Draco knew about events related to the Dark Lord. Something was going on behind the scenes.

"Well…" Dudley stepped forward and shamelessly patted Draco's shoulder. "No need to screech."

"I'm not…"

Pat!

Dudley patted harder on Draco's shoulder. He was taller, larger, and more imposing, after all. "It's not personal, Sonny. It's strictly business."

Ah, Godfather, classic line.

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The fear, the anxiety, and the anger were off the charts. Draco Malfoy refused to smile or talk with anyone. Every word that came out of his mouth was a curse or a snarl directed at his friends and foes alike.

Left alone for the most part, he struggled to move his hand and write a letter to tell his father about his loss. He knew how large of an amount the 100,000 Gold Galleon was, and how devastating it was to lose it. He knew that eventually he'd be asked to earn it back.

Father, I was duped. Potter used underhanded tricks to w—

Quickly, he crumpled the paper and threw it away. He realized how petty he sounded, trying to blame his loss on another. He simply couldn't blame Dudley for cheating since Dudley wasn't even playing in the match.

The fear ate him slowly. It'd been three days already and he wanted to inform his father before he'd find out about his loss from somewhere else.

Father, Slytherin lost to Gryffindor in the Quidditch Cup this year. I'm afraid I will have to honor the bet I made with Dudley. For this, I request your help, but I assure you that I will pay it all back to you once I finish Hogwarts and start working…

In the end, he chose to keep it all simple and to the point. No matter what, he'd eventually have to pay it back to his father.

However, that didn't mean his hatred for Dudley disappeared. Rather, he began hating the mudblood more than anything. Harry became secondary since the 'Boy Who Lived' had done nothing directly against him.

"I will make you beg for my forgiveness, Dudley. Just wait and watch!"

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"Ugh, my ear feels itchy." Dudley annoyedly scratched his ear. "Probably Draco trash-talking."

"Heh, who else could it be?" Penelope Clearwater chuckled, sitting side by side with Dudley in the Library. A little too close in fact, as their chairs were practically stuck together, the same for their bodies. But she didn't mind.

Dudley shrugged and focused on the book. "Alright, Penny, here's the basics of how we'll run things. D&D Capital's magical side is all about the long game. We gotta fatten ourselves up and own whatever we can. The more businesses we have, the stronger our foundation will be, making us a powerful force no one can ignore. Eventually, all those businesses will help support my bank."

"Hmm." Penny hummed and suddenly, her soft, slender hand slipped over to Dudley's lap, on his right thigh. "Are you really going to challenge the Goblins?"

Interesting… Dudley was surprised by her sudden show of intimacy. Let's test it.

Yawning, Dudley raised his arms high and then wrapped his right arm around her shoulder. Although she was four years older than him, he rather liked that fact about her.

No reaction? Strange. What changed?

"Well, I've got all the backing I need from the Muggle economy to see my plans through," Dudley revealed and felt her hand softly caress his lap, still away from his crotch. "Why? Nervous?"

Penelope pursed her lips and just hummed in response. "I… It's going to be my first job and it sounds too… grand? I don't know if I can do it as well as you want me to."

"Come on." Dudley pulled his arm back from her shoulder and gently gripped the hand she'd placed on his lap. Instead of just holding it, he intertwined his fingers with hers, his grip warm and comforting. Looking at her gorgeous, round face, he gave her a small, reassuring smile. "You've got me full-time now. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it bit by bit."

Penelope giggled softly, leaning closer until her face was just near his. She pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek, though it landed dangerously close to his lips. Her shyness and fluster were clear, but her extra four years on Dudley seemed to grant her a touch more boldness.

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me, Dudley. I can focus on my NEWTs without worry. I won't let you down, I promise."

Letting me down? Girl, you've made me rise right now.

Dudley smiled and squeezed her hand tighter. He controlled his masculine urges and decided to finish the quick study session. He had no doubts though, Penelope was hinting at more than just workplace relationships.

Finally, making a daring move, he released her hand and caressed her thigh in response, and he truly did caress it. Rubbing over her black Hogwarts skirt, feeling the soft flesh of those long legs. He looked into her blue eyes the entire time.

"Come on, we should get going. Our friends are probably waiting for us in the Great Hall," Dudley said and pushed his chair back, stopping all intimacy and standing up. He helped her gather the books and walked out with her. "Oh, by the way, any idea what I should do about your boyfriend? He asked about a job too."

Penelope scoffed in displeasure. "We're not dating anymore."

I guessed as much.

"Well, I won't ask for details. It's not really my place. I was considering sending him to the States. Let him try his hand at the American branch of my bank." Dudley revealed his plan, she being the first one to know about it. "At the end of the day, he is a talented wizard."

"That is true. I don't have anything to oppose, Dudley. The States is pretty far away. Besides, he's far too focused on his career and studies to care about anything else."

Ah, I can sense some bitterness.

Eventually, they arrived at the Great Hall for dinner. Dudley headed to the Hufflepuff table and Penelope went to the Ravenclaw. She was the envy of most seventh-years already, considered the most successful of her year as she had a job before even taking the exam, and the job paid too well.

Back at Hufflepuff's table, Susan elbowed him, winking.

"Nothing happened. I just taught her how to manage the business," Dudley clarified and relaxed with his best friends, also part-time lovers. "How did your extra class go? Had fun getting scolded by Professor McGonagall?"

"I hate her," Susan sneered and crossed her arms, jutting out those magnificent melons. "But I think I'll pass the exams."

Dudley laughed and looked to his right at Hannah, sitting there in summer clothes, meaning nothing under the skirt but her smooth and fleshy legs. He caressed her right away, sliding his warm hand underneath her skirt and feeling the softness. "I guess my Hannah will once again win the bet and score the most."

Hannah shyly smiled and slid forward until her belly pressed on the table's edge so his hand could stay hidden. But then she spread her legs a little and let Dudley feel the oozing warmth of her core as his palm caressed near the junction of her thighs. "I think I'll do better than Susan. But I can't compete with you, Dudley."

"Umhmm…" Dudley's fingers scraped her covered cave of wonders. He had yet to explore it, but teasing Hannah was his favorite thing to do. Seeing her shy face was always a joy. "By the way, Hannah, are you free this summer? I'm heading to South Korea for some work. Thought it might be nice if you came along."

"Really?" Hannah's face lit up. "I'd love to, Dudley."

Dudley pressed his thumb on the noticeable crevice formed on her panties, right between her pussy lips. "That settles it then."

"Hey, what about me?" Susan complained from his left, taking advantage of Dudley's distraction to shamelessly grip his hardened shaft under the table. "I thought we were best friends."

"We are." Dudley stopped playing with Hannah, his attention now on the teachers taking their seats. "But will your Aunt even let you come? I've met Hannah's parents, and they won't mind. But your Aunt... she's strict. I doubt she'd let you travel across Europe, never mind East Asia."

Susan puffed her cheeks in annoyance and squeezed him hard enough to feel his throbs. "I'll get my Aunt to agree, don't worry."

"How about this, Susan? When I get back with Hannah, we three can spend a week in France. I'm sure you'd have no trouble coming over—after all, the Ministry has a good relationship with the French side, doesn't it?"

Especially with the next year's Triwizard tournament planned.

"Oh? I can do that," Susan blurted and suddenly pressed her thumb over his cockhead. Her hand was too trained. She leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye and whispered, "What, craving to try a sandwich?"

Dudley coughed and pushed her hand away. He knew what she meant by sandwich. It also made it clear that Susan had no desire to join him and Hannah in Korea. She knew he'd explore Hannah during that trip.

But in France, what would the three of them do?

What a girl.

"Let's do that then." Dudley finalized the plan and focused on his food.

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The next day, once the last class was over, Dudley found a quiet, empty classroom and sat down to write a letter. There weren't many words, just a date and time, with a simple warning added next to it.

Dudley had come to realize that he had changed so many things that he needed to push some cogs to make the wheel turn. He didn't want to get deeply involved, but he figured that pulling a few strings from the background was easier than leaving everything up to fate.

You don't know me. I don't know you. Do as I have written and you will get what you seek. Do not disappoint me again.

With that, he fetched an owl from the owlery and sent the letter to Lily J. Potter. He didn't use his personal owl for the same reason, wanting to stay anonymous.

All that's left now is to wait. Dudley muttered and returned to the school building. With hours at his disposal, he went to see Professor Septima Vector since he desperately wanted her research to succeed and help him improve his own spell-based magic.

Knock! Knock!

Dudley pushed open the door and peeked inside. "Professor?"

"Ah, come in quickly, Mr. Dursley," Septima Vector said, glancing up from her desk with a small wave of her hand. "Assist me with this equation. As per your suggestion, I've started looking into Muggle mathematics, but it's still rather beyond my grasp."

Dudley strolled inside, glancing around to see if there was anyone else in the classroom. He then focused on the woman he'd crossed the line with. She seemed to love red robes as she wore the same, with a matching pointed hat. Raven hair cascaded over her voluptuous chest, her face aged yet retained the lure.

"Which equation, Professor?" Dudley stood beside her chair and looked down at the table. He received the notebook from her and studied silently. "A mix of multivariable integration and arithmancy? This one's going to be tough, Professor."

"Can you do it? It's important to assess the wand movements for spellcasting," Professor Vector asked seriously, and at the same time got off her chair.

"I think I can. I know a few methods to solve it, but it'll take a little time," Dudley replied, completely focused on the problem.

Woosh!

Dudley heard an unnatural rustle of clothes rubbing and looked to his right where Septima stood. He froze for a moment, not expecting such straightforwardness.

"Like our previous deal, I suppose I can make this worthwhile."

Septima stood there, all her red robes and clothes pooled around her feet. She pushed her raven hair aside to reveal her large magnificent breasts, naked as well. She was almost completely bare, except for her pointed hat and footwear.

Septima pursed her lips a little as she felt his gaze on her body. She shyly rubbed her legs together but still looked proud and unwavering. The woman, who for the past few years had been dealing with mostly crusty old men, could feel the young man's lustful heat.

Dudley couldn't take his eyes off her plump, curvy figure. Imagining her soft squishy thighs feeling amazing, squished under his broad hands. Her big breasts still had that immaculate shape, with rosy brown large nipples; causing him to crave some nectar right at this moment. His hands were already itching to touch her in all the right places.

Dudley gulped, absolutely worshiping the ripe body in front of him. Wasn't this one of the reasons why he wanted to experience Hogwarts? To get close to these amazing witches. Heck, he hadn't even planned anything for the teachers yet here he was, so blessed.

"I…" Dudley showed hesitation. "I don't want to be distracted, Professor."

"Very well. Let's do this then."

Septima moved all the stuff on the table to the side, then grabbed the notebook. She then laid down on her back, half her jiggling ass dangling from the table's edge. Her knees were folded, and her smooth legs spread, easily revealing her wet and hungry lower lips for Dudley to see. A small patch of raven hair decorated above her long slit, so hot and inviting.

Then Dudley's eyes widened when he saw her place the notebook on her soft belly, almost like one of those body sushi girls that he had been entertained with at a "business dinner" in his previous life.

"I believe this will be less distracting?"

Less distracting? Fuck no, but I don't really care at this point.

"I think so, Professor."

Dudley unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to his knees along with his underwear. Not wasting a single moment, he stepped up between her spread legs, his cock already at full mast, heavy and thick with veins throbbing out of craving need. Using his hands to aim his bulging shaft, he first brushed his cockhead along her slit. He felt it start to salivate on his swollen head, staining his length with her juices as it trickled down little by little.

He looked at her face and noticed the blush, her pink tongue slowly licking her lips in expectation. Her gulps were visible as dark eyes focused on him with a look of expectation.

His gaze trailed down her slender neck, admiring her voluptuous breasts. He reached out his other hand and shamelessly groped one while still teasing her pussy. He pinched her large nipples hard, tugging at them and letting them dance between his wiggling and twisting fingers. He could feel her nipples were sensitive to his touch, and matched by a near-constant twitching between her legs.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind, Professor."

"Not at all, Mr. Dursley. This is the least I can do for… troubling you." How could she deny when a young, handsome man like him showed interest in her femininity? She felt young and desired again because of him.

Hah, why even say these excuses anymore, Professor? You just wanted me inside, right?

Dudley had no delusions. The little 'making time worthwhile' excuse was something that worked well in porn, but not in real life.

No, this was simply an excuse to get fucked.

Dudley slowly slid his rock-hard cock in, letting the head part her sensitive petals. He hadn't given her any warning and gently moved down, letting her warm, wet hole tighten and squeeze instantly around him. He was almost sure that she hadn't had a man in a long time, tight and gripping, as if her pussy wanted to milk him out in the first push. It all felt so divine, almost causing him to want to stay there like that forever.

Septima's eyes rolled back and she suddenly let out a long moan; her voice filling the room lewdly, speared in by his large shaft. Her insides strained as they spread wide, giving his cock a tight, squeezing path. Her most sensitive spot teased as she felt his girthy length brush against it while he moved further in. Her body quivered in excitement, forcing her to moan and whimper as her body trembled.

Dudley slowly glided in and felt her inner walls too tight. He pulled back at that moment, giving her some time to breathe. It took a moment for her pussy to aid him more with its juices before going back in. He repeated it, over and over, until he could go hilt deep.

To be honest, he felt it was quite an achievement in itself for Septima, as he was quite girthy and long. But it also meant that he could fuck her as deep as he wanted, as hard as he wanted without hurting her. The thought aroused him even more, his cock twitching at the idea.

Feeling completely surrounded by her silky walls, Dudley finally turned open the notebook still resting on her belly. "I'll start working on the problem then."

"Take… uh… your time."

He wanted to focus but with his big cock stretching her insides tight, he could feel every bit of movement her muscles made, twitching and throbbing against his cock as his hips moved slowly.

To Septima, his slow thrust made it even more agonizingly pleasurable. His deep plunges pushed against the mouth of her cervix, going even deeper. Her womb screaming at her to make it stop, gripping around his cock like no tomorrow. But her arousal demanded more, rough and deep. Desperation took over her while she craved being fucked like an animal in heat.

"Ummm… Yes… That's it."

At times Dudley played with her breasts too while writing in the notebook, flicking on her nipples like a sinful fidget toy. His fucking thrusts were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, relishing the squirms she made at his random pace. At times he would suddenly plunge deep and hard, watching her breasts jiggle from the collision of their flesh, and smirk.

"Ooh... Marlin!" Septima moaned and bit her lips, trying hard not to be too loud. She loved the sensation of his big, fat cock buried deep inside her. It made her feel full, and complete, like nothing else mattered but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Hmm… Fubini's theorem won't work." Dudley murmured and stopped writing for a moment. "I need to think."

He placed the quill on the side and leaned forward on her belly, keeping the notebook still pressed between their bodies. He felt the warmth of her body plaster onto his skin, so soft and gelatinous just as they looked.

Both of Dudley's hands cupped her swaying swells, fondling and massaging as his fingers sunk into her soft flesh. He pinched and pulled, roughly groping all over as he left red fingerprints on her smooth bosom. He leaned a bit lower, capturing her dark nipple with his mouth, suckling and biting her, leaving faint teeth marks.

He had already seen the signs. His professor wanted to get fucked, so he planned to do just that.

Standing at the edge, her legs spread wide, his hips started to plow into her without a care, thrusting even faster than before. Her insides felt hot and scorching, pulsating around his relentless cock as it drowned him in bliss.

Watching her thighs, her breasts, and her flesh jiggle in waves sent a shock of stimulation in him. She was not refined like Susan, Padma, or other girls, but her charm was unique on its own. Making a mature woman writhe and moan like that felt accomplished to his mind.

He grabbed her breasts harder, tugging them down to pull her whole body onto his cock, plunging in as deep as he could. His cock kept moving like a piston, even the table under them began to sway.

"Ahhh!" Septima cried out uncontrollably. "Aaaaaah… Ooooh, Merlin! Yes–ss… I'm glad. I could… make it… worth–while…"

Dudley was only too happy to help, and he pounded into her squelching pussy with long, deep strokes, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. He felt her wet walls contract around him, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.

Septima's muscles knotted up uncontrollably, her body trembling as her pussy clenched hard around his plowing cock. She felt the pressure building up as his cock kept nudging her in the right place.

"Ahhhhh!!" Septima screamed, her voice filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure as she came.

Dudley slowed his pace, coming to a complete stop when he felt her flooding nectar start to flow onto his base. He stood back up between her legs and started to write again. Even with a little sweat rolling down his temples he needed to finish his actual task.

He kept a slow and steady pace with his hips, but his mind wandered elsewhere.

For about an hour, he fucked her like that in that position, taking breaks to pound her hard and make her climax. On and off, he kept the game going and her juices flowing.

By the time an hour came to pass, he had turned her pussy swollen red. Her breasts blushed pale red from his mouth's attention and hand's rough handling.

"Got it!"

Dudley suddenly closed the notebook and put it away. He pulled his cock out of her sore pussy and climbed onto the table. He lay down right beside her, his cock still standing upright, ready to reach that light at the end of the tunnel.

"I'm tired, Professor. Can you… get on top?"

Septima bit her lips a little, feeling a little hesitant. She loved the way he fucked her. She slowly sat up and looked down at her body, her breasts red, pussy feeling a little disappointed at the emptiness.

"Have you finished the problem?"

"I have, Professor."

She then climbed on top of Dudley's burly form, positioning her flushed pussy right above his rigid pole. She looked down and saw her pussy gently swallow his cock whole as she impaled herself upon him.

"Ooohhhhhh….You are… So talented! Oooh, mm… The best student… in my career… Mr. Dursley… Ummm…" She moaned at the top of her lungs, feeling the stretch she wanted once more. She loved the feeling of how deep he went with her on top, her weight pressing down on his cock entirely.

Dudley suddenly gripped her magnificent breasts once more and pulled her down. His cock slammed deep and her lush tits smothered his face. He licked them all over, suckling at both her nipples as his hands smushed them together. He nibbled them as he pleased, and smashed his own face between the heavenly swells; All the while Septima rode him back and forth.

The way she moved her hips expertly, twisting his cock inside and churning as he plowed almost made him go crazy. He was almost certain that his cockhead had touched every inch of her cave of wonders.

"Ahhh…. yesss!" Septima moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure. On the brink of ecstasy, her stretched walls felt too sensitive after coming over and over before.

This time her body tensed as her toes curled, then her nectar flowed freely, covering Dudley's cock with her sticky juices. Her body convulsed with pleasure as she reached her orgasm, stiffening on his skewer-like shaft as her pussy throbbed around him.

Dudley didn't wait for her completion. He raised his torso a little and grabbed her hips, then slammed her down harder, faster, bouncing her up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. He could feel her walls tightening around him like a vice, while the table under them violently shook and creaked.

Professor Vector hugged his head between her breasts while trying to aid him as she pivoted on her knees. She felt his utterly throbbing cock strain inside her tight walls, ramming in and out without mercy.

"Ghk…" Dudley groaned, feeling his orgasm pressuring him to let go.

After a few more thrusts, Dudley felt the tingling in his core, something rising fast.

"Agh…!" He gushed out a fat load, coating her insides and drowning himself in those tight walls. He kept plowing, however, his hip thrusts lunging deep.

Dudley kept going, driving deeper and deeper into Spetima's pussy, making her scream and writhe in pleasure. Mixed with her juices inside, her pussy was filled to the brim, well-lubed for a burst of rough pumping.

"Ummm…oh, oh, ooooh… Merlin! Oh!"

He kept fucking until a creamy froth seeped out between their flesh, making a mess all over her pussy, her bush, his balls, and the table. Eventually, he felt his flexing hardness slowly calm down.

Septima panted as her sweat-covered body fell on his chest, taking deep gulping breaths as she relaxed for a few moments. She tried hard to catch her breath in silence, not wanting to make it unbecoming for her by looking straight at his face.

However, she rather liked how Dudley confidently hugged her body on himself, his hands taking the liberty to caress her naked rump and to her own embarrassment, his fingers came too close to her other entrance too often.

"Mmm…" Finally, she got off and stood up beside the table. Saw saw his virile cream trickle down her thighs, rolling down her smooth skin. Her pussy felt so full and sensitive, so watery and creamy.

Noticing his keen gaze on her made her feel like a shy schoolgirl again.

Dudley watched as she stood there, cleaning her body with a piece of cloth that looked like a towel.

So it was all planned? I'm not complaining.

He also received a towel to clean himself from her and wore his pants after cleaning up the messy, sticky remnants of their fucking.

"When do you think the research will be finished, Professor? I'm sure it could help me improve my charms and transfiguration scores," Dudley asked, still a little short on breath but now focused on the problem he had solved.

However, when he noticed her having trouble tying her robe from the back, he lent a hand without her asking as if it was all natural. Then, he stood side by side with Septima and went through the equation.

A little ashamed of her actions and her clearly evident desire and pre-planning, Septima acted as if nothing had happened between them. Serious and stern, she talked like he was an ordinary student and not someone who had just filled her petals to the brim.

"Mr. Dursley, I shall be submitting it over the summer. Provided all goes as planned, you will be the first to test it in your fourth year."

"I can't wait to try it."

Ignoring the musky scent of sex still lingering in the classroom, Professor Vector warmly smiled and finished reading the solved equation. "I'm glad you're as interested in this as I am."

Why not? I'm getting so many incentives.

"By the way, Professor. I'm not sure if you've heard, but I'm opening a new bank. I was wondering if you'd be interested in helping with some anti-theft and anti-cheating mechanisms," Dudley asked out of nowhere. It was a sudden flash of inspiration. "It can be like a side-project for you. I do need all the help I can get."

Septima hummed thoughtfully, tapping her quill against her desk. "Sounds rather challenging. I'd be most delighted to assist, Mr. Dursley."

"Great! I'll see you later then, Professor. I should head back and get started on the equations."

Dudley excitedly turned towards her and unashamedly hugged her. It was no ordinary hug, however, but a rather intimate one as his arms wrapped around her waist. But as soon as he felt her responding positively, his spread palms slid down to capture her amazing, large asscheeks, revealing his desire to play with them the next time.

No shame in making it a common exchange, I guess.

"If you need any more help with the equations, just let me know, Professor. I really enjoy doing them with you."

Hah! Who'd have guessed making your Professor blush would be this exciting?

Seeing her flustered, Dudley stepped away and finally left the classroom for good.

Yet again, in Hogwarts, it was a good day.

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Before long, June started and with that arrived the third year exams. Dudley felt highly prepared and looked forward to the Transfiguration and Charms exams. Although he didn't remember specifically what was going to be asked in the exam, he felt confident.

"Mr. Dursley, you are needed in the Headmaster's office."

Dudley heard Argus Filch and looked. The famed squib of Hogwarts. It wasn't easy dealing with the foul-tempered man, but where everything fails, money succeeds. Dudley knew what someone like Filch desired.

Respect, fame, and magic. None of those were possible for the man. But money was one of the hidden aspects of life that could give a man the illusion that they are respected and that they have worth.

So, once Dudley became famous as a rich man in Hogwarts, he directly offered Filch financial aid. The man refused at first but eventually gave in to money. They always do.

In two years Dudley had become one of the few people in school that Argus Filch truly liked. It was one of the connections Dudley planned to make use of later. After all, the fourth year was coming and there were going to be a lot of beauties to show around the castle.

Slightly annoyed since it was the day of his first exam, Dudley relented and left the Great Hall. Walking the known hallways, he soon arrived at the Headmaster's office, its entrance already made accessible to him.

He climbed the spiral staircase and knocked on the already open door.

"Professor?"

"Ah, do come in, Mr. Dursley," Dumbledore said serenely, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. "This shall not take long. Mr. Malfoy here requested a brief word with you."

Dudley walked inside the room and surveyed. There, to the right, stood Lucius Malfoy in his usual haughty manner. Chin raised high, cane in hand, and regally dressed.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

Lucius stepped forward and placed a bank transfer note on the table. "As per the wager you made with my son, the amount has been settled. This should suffice to conclude the matter."

Amused, Dudley walked over and grabbed the note. It had a Gringotts stamp and the details about the transfer of 100,000 Gold Galleons from the Malfoy vault to his vault. Furthermore, there was Lucius' signature and another place left blank for him.

Wasting no time, Dudley grabbed a quill and signed his name as well. "Thank you for keeping your word, Mr. Malfoy. I agree, it may have been a childish bet, but a promise is a promise, and it's good to see it honored."

Lucius merely hummed and nodded before looking back at Dumbledore. "I shall take my leave."

Seeing the blonde man leaving, Dudley shamelessly raised his voice. "I'm still waiting for a response, Mr. Malfoy."

"You'll have it soon." The man replied without looking back and just left.

Dudley sighed and turned towards the old Headmaster. "Is he angry? I thought the Malfoys were filthy rich."

"A hundred thousand is still a significant sum, Mr. Dursley. The Hogwarts Investment Fund, entrusted to your care, amounts to only three hundred thousand—crafted through the collaboration of many wizards. While it may seem modest to you, to most witches and wizards, it represents the fortune of several lifetimes," Dumbledore advised him like a wise senior. "To Lucius, money and pride are the same. You put a dent in his money and that has also injured his pride."

"That's too bad. I hope he can still think clearly and invest in the Bank," Dudley muttered and tried to stop himself from yawning.

"Burning the midnight oil for your exams, I see?" Dumbledore inquired.

"Had to, Professor. Can't just do well in a few subjects and let the others slip, can I? Oh, I'd better get going—it's the Transfiguration exam first. Not exactly my best, that one."

Dudley wasted no time and bolted out of Dumbledore's office. He really ran, wanting to practice his Transfigurations again to not embarrass himself during the exam.

Woosh!

He turned a corner and slid to a halt to avoid bumping into the Ravenclaw's princess. "Luna?"

"Hey, Dudley." Luna waved, a slim smile plastered on her face. Her naturally protuberant eyes made her look surprised, though she always looked surprised.

Dudley paused for a moment to chat with her. "Hey, what are you doing here? Don't you have your Potions exam today?"

"I forgot to bring ink."

"You forgot? Luna, did someone take your ink pot?" Dudley asked, his tone softer than usual. Ever since he'd subtly made it known to Cho and Padma that he cared about Luna, the girl had been treated with unexpected kindness by all the Ravenclaw girls. In fact, Luna had earned a new nickname—Ravenclaw's princess.

Luna shook her head strongly, her waist-length hair also swinging with it. "It's in my table drawer, Dudley. Nobody hides my things anymore."

That's great to hear.

"Well, I'll be on my way the—"

"Dudley, about my Father." Luna stopped him from leaving, her small fingers pinching his dark robes. "He wants to meet you this summer, to talk about the, uh, terms of investment... I think he said that?"

Dudley scratched his head and remembered his promise. "Oh, right. Don't worry, I'll come by this summer. Just have some tea ready, maybe a pizza, a virgin's sacrifice, and majority ownership of the Quibbler, that's all I need."

"Virgin's sac—"

Seeing Luna's face turned sideways in seriousness, Dudley realized she hadn't taken his words as a joke. "It was a joke, Luna. I'll meet with your father and sort everything out, don't worry. But I really need to get going now."

"Okay, see you later, Dudley!" Luna chirped and waved her hand brightly.

Dudley bolted back to the Great Hall and sat down with his friends to finish last-minute studies. An hour later, the entire Great Hall was turned into a massive exam hall with benches equally distant.

The first written exam was Transfiguration. The practical was next, where they had to turn a teapot into a tortoise. To his relief, he succeeded, even if the turtle did have a few silver nails. Still, he passed, and that was what mattered most.

The Charms exam came after that. The written part was easy enough, but the practical was a little trickier. They were to cast a Cheering Charm. Dudley did it on his second attempt and passed.

Just like that, the first day of exams came to an end, and Dudley felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The subjects had been quite difficult for him, but he had managed.

The next day, the Care of Magical Creatures exam went by with ease. In the afternoon, Potions was no challenge at all. Later that night, Astronomy proved no trouble either, especially since he could apply his knowledge of Arithmancy to it. On the third day, History of Magic, Herbology, and his elective subject of Arithmancy passed without much difficulty either.

Just like that, on the last day of the exams, and also the D-day for the year-long mess, Dudley took the somewhat difficult DADA exam and passed. That marked the end of his third year, though relaxation still seemed far off. Susan and Hannah had taken Divination alongside the Gryffindor trio, and he still had to wait for their exam to finish.

While waiting for the Divination exam to conclude, Dudley focused on preparing for the evening's show. He had only one chance to make it right, and one mistake could end up messing up his future.

He put things where they needed to be and roamed near Gryffindor's common room's entrance. Avoiding the girls and guys greeting him, he waited for Harry, Ron, and Hermione to show up. Since he had already saved Buckbeak, things had changed significantly.

Where are they? He looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist time and time again.

Moments later, he heard Ron's bickering tone from a distance. The guy was still fighting with Hermione about his missing rat.

"Ron!" Dudley rushed towards the three, bringing out the actor in himself. "Ron, I saw your rat. It was getting chased by a cat."

"What?!" Ron panicked. "Where?"

"It ran under the Whomping Willow. You know, it leads to the Shrieking Shack, right? Your rat's either going to get lost in there or, worse, end up as a snack for a cat."

"N-No! Scabbers!" Ron cried and turned around, running away. "Wait for me, Scabbers!"

"Ron, wait!" Harry followed.

With only Hermione there, Dudley whispered advice to her. "The Freezing Charm."

Scared for her cat, Hermione also ran away, following Harry to leave the castle and head to the Whomping Willow.

Dudley, hands behind his back, strolled after them, taking his sweet time to exit the castle. He had no plans of following them all the way, so he found himself a nice high-ground location from where he could see the Whomping Willow.

He then took out a pair of binoculars he had prepared for the day and watched the show unfold.

I did what I could, Lily Potter. If you still mess it up, it's all on you.

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"Mum?!"

"Harry! Stay there!"

"What's going on? Where's Scabbers?" Ron cried, frantically looking left and right.

The Shrieking Shack truly creaked, making ghostly sounds from its ancient wood. A small gathering had arrived inside, all in the right place at the right time.

"Remus." Sirius Black stood beside Lily, wand raised high just in case.

"Sirius." Remus did the same, his eyes glued to the table in the middle of the room. "Was it you who sent the letter? Telling me to be here?"

"That doesn't matter!" Lily snapped, her voice trembling with urgency. Her gaze locked on her son, then quickly shifted to the table where two items lay visible. She already knew who was behind the letters and chose to honor her promise. "Sirius, check the table."

No longer in tattered clothes or looking like a wraith, Sirius carefully stepped closer to the table and chuckled. "The rat's been caught!"

Squeak! Squeak!

All eyes darted towards the small, metal cage on the table so finely built that its mesh walls had barely any space to look inside. In fact, there were tiny needle-sized spikes inside the surface, making the rat jump and squirm.

"Scabbers!" Ron tried to lunge forward, only to be held back by Hermione.

"What does the note say?" Lily asked, noticing a sticky note above the cage.

Sirius grabbed it and read for all. "It says, 'I am Peter Pettigrew, I am an Animagus. Better kill me or I'll run away once again. I betrayed the Potters because I have no spine'."

Finally, Lily stepped closer to the table and looked into the cage.

"What's the other note? Looks like a bottle." Remus also closed in on the table.

"Hah! It's for you, Moony." Sirius read the sticky note on the bottle and chortled. "It says, 'Drink the bloody wolfsbane, you fucking incompetent man. Today's a full moon.' You didn't drink the potion?"

"I-I didn't… I…" Remus stuttered.

Speechlessness was an understatement.

Lily, in silence, lost herself in a daze while eyeing the rat cage. In her heart, she knew whose gift all this was. She knew what would have happened if Remus hadn't drunk the potion.

And there wasn't anyone but one who she knew could look into the future like that.

Thank you, Dudley. I will make it up to you.

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Dudley forgot about Peter and Sirius' matter entirely as the school year came to an end and he began preparing for his Asia trip. The Asian Financial crisis had swept through the region and now it was time to sweep in like a savior and pick companies like apples. He had plans for Japan, Thailand, and Indonesia, not only South Korea.

The only reason he emphasized on South Korea was because of the ongoing IMF crisis. The country's chaebols, also known as large family-owned conglomerates, overborrowed and engaged in poor management. The government, of course, supported the chaebols. The over-leveraged corporate sector with barely any attention to profitability.

Now, with the knowledge of the future, Dudley decided to do some shopping. Forcing the Chaebols to open up their tightly held companies or go bankrupt. Daewoo Group, Hyundai Group, Kia Motors, Samsung—Dudley was the shark.

Meanwhile, in Japan, it was mostly banks and security firms. With them, he was a lot more careful. However, he did go after Nissan since the company was already being rescued by Renault, and he wanted a piece of the pie by being an investor.

Dudley really wanted to nail it this time because the economic crisis was the easiest and the fastest way to make money if one knew where to look. After this, his next hope was the dot-com bubble burst a few years later. Yahoo!, Cisco, Amazon, eBay, and such companies were going to face massive stock collapse.

Heck, knowing Amazon was going to collapse from $113 to just $6 dollars, he couldn't help but rub his hands with the hope of buying more of Amazon.

Looks like I can actually become the richest man to ever live.

Dudley thought while reading the newspaper, sitting cross-legged in the Hogwarts Express cabin. He restrained himself from playing with Susan and Hannah since Hermione had joined their cabin. The girl was constantly looking at him, which he ignored by hiding behind a newspaper.

[SIRIUS BLACK SURRENDERS! PETER PETTIGREW CAUGHT! - The ministry has confirmed that a retrial for Sirius Black is on the table. Peter Pettigrew, found severely wounded and mentally unstable, confessed to all his crimes. Yet, the verdict remains to be announced. Azkaban or Dementor's kiss? Only…]

Dudley chuckled after reading the first part. Lily didn't go easy on Peter. Using the Cruciatus Curse? I didn't expect that.

Sadly, he wasn't there to see it. He'd have paid for a front seat to see Lily take out her anger on Peter. Well, if it were him, the Cruciatus Curse would have been rather mild. Real torture is done with pliers, nails, and blades, not a mere wave of the wand.

"So, you're going to South Korea?" Hermione broke the ice, targeting her words directly at him.

Dudley lowered the paper and eyed the bushy-haired girl. "I am. With Hannah, nonetheless."

"Hmph!" Susan pouted on the side.

Dudley rolled his eyes and focused back on the paper. "Come on, Susan, stop making such a fuss. Just go through the fourth-year material I gave you, alright? If you don't, well… France might not happen."

"You're cruel, Dudley. How can I memorize all those study materials?"

"Yeah, you can handle it—it's even less than what regular fourth-year books cover. Trust me, stick with it, and you'll actually enjoy the fourth year." He insisted.

Since he already knew what was going to happen during their fourth year, he wanted to reduce academic pressure on himself and his girls so they could enjoy the Triwizard Tournament thoroughly.

"What study materials?" Hermione inquired.

"Forget about it, Hermione. You don't need it. Anyway, what's your plan for the summer holiday?" He changed the topic.

"I'll likely spend a few days at home before heading to Ron's. I'm planning to watch the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys," Hermione said, looking curious. "You're not going, are you?"

"I'm going, but it'll just be me, my mum, and my dad. They've never liked the wizarding world much, so I thought it might be nice to show them a little magic. I booked us a first-class booth." He paused, glancing at Hermione. He didn't offer Hermione a better seat, knowing she'd deny it. On the other hand, Susan didn't need it because she had her aunt. Hannah's family wasn't interested.

"That sounds like a wonderful plan. I hope you have a splendid holiday," Hermione said earnestly. "I should head back to my cabin now. Let's meet at the World Cup venue."

Dudley gave her a playful salute. "See you around. Oh, and don't forget to ask your parents about my idea. A budget-friendly dental chain could really take off. I'm happy to help out with the investment."

It was nothing. Just a small step into the healthcare business that Dudley had planned. Eventually, he wanted to own mega hospitals across the globe. There was a lot of money to be made from that sector. Besides, using a few non-magical but wizardry-related herbs for some miracle medicines sounded like a trillion-dollar idea.

Of course, before that, he had to somehow gain a foot in the Ministry, especially the International Confederation of Wizards. Without their support, getting around the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was going to be impossible.

"Will do, Dudley." Hermione smiled gratefully and left.

Bam!

As expected, Susan snatched the paper from his hand and straddled his lap with her legs spread. Though her actions seemed rather deliberate.

"You'd better not forget me now that you've got Hannah," Susan said with a teasing smile, glancing back at her friend. "Hannah, take care of this fool. It's pretty easy, just spread those legs."

Hannah nervously blushed and nodded strongly. "Will do, S-Susan."

Dudley laughed and wrapped his arms around Susan's waist, his palms clenching her asscheeks each. "I think I smell something… Jealousy?"

"Hmph!" Susan smacked on his chest and leaned into the side of his face, grounding her sensitive loins over his rising erection. Into his ear, she whispered. "Can't wait for France."

"Oh?" Dudley felt something just then. Quickly, he slipped his hands underneath her skirt and to his delight, nothing was covering her soft bottom. Her pussy lay bare, drooling as she rubbed herself on him.

"Hehe… Don't be so greedy now." Susan teasingly kissed his cheek and jumped back, standing up. "I'll go get changed."

With that, Susan grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt from her bag and went to the lavatory.

Left alone, Dudley looked at Hannah. She had already changed her clothes but she was certainly dressed to impress. A cute full-sleeve top, tight around her bosom, and then a short, box pleat skirt, leaving the lower end of her thighs and the rest of the legs covered in see-through black stockings. Her blonde hair was untied, combed neatly in pretty waves.

"Excited?" He asked her.

Hannah nodded firmly. "It's my first time sitting in a muggle flying vehicle. A little… nervous?"

"Hah, don't worry about it. Honestly, I thought about getting a private jet, but they're not quite worth it yet. Maybe I'll buy one when we finish Hogwarts. For now, we've got a private charter jet." Even he looked forward to the trip. He'd gone to the States the last time, and this time it was the East.

"I can't wait," Hannah murmured excitedly.

"Me too."

Physically, emotionally, mentally, and financially. He couldn't wait to have a blast.

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Malfoy Manor.

While Dudley plotted an amazing holiday with his wealth greater than ever, the case was completely the opposite for Draco Malfoy.

"You have sullied the name of my great house! I can barely walk without hearing the laughter of filthy half-bloods and muggle-borns, mocking the Malfoy name behind my back! Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Draco stood still, feeling colder than the chilly hall of Malfoy Manor. Head down, eyes blurry with restrained tears of anger and frustration, never looking up at his father. He knew even his mother couldn't save him this time, hence she stood on the side silently.

"F-Father, I'll pay it all ba—"

"You think it's about the money? Have you lost your mind? All these years I've drilled it into you—the Malfoy name is not to be tarnished. It's gilded with gold, yes, but it's not the gold that defines us! It's reputation, prestige, discipline, pride, fear! Men tremble, they part ways when I walk through, not for my gold, you fool—for me!"

Draco held back his sniffles the best he could. "I-I didn't want to… I-It was that damn mudblood, father. He cheated… He tricked me. He lied to me and… won—"

Pa!

It wasn't powerful, but it was loud. The back of Lucius' hand connected sharply with Draco's face, throwing his head to the side. For a moment, complete silence fell between them. And when Draco looked up, he saw complete disappointment in his father's eyes.

"Do you hear yourself speaking? Pathetic! It doesn't matter how he won because he won and that's all that matters. You agreed to his bet, did you not?"

"I-I did…" Draco couldn't hold back his tears anymore. "I didn't want to. He f-forc—"

"There you go again." Lucius raised his hand, this time an actual slap.

"Please! Stop!" Narcissa jumped forward and shielded Draco. "That's enough!"

Lucius' face red in fury, he glared at his wife. Controlling himself, he took a step back, but his verbal aim changed. "This is all your fault! You've spoiled him for far too long. He doesn't understand the worth of money, nor the weight of his words. And this—this boy is meant to lead my house? I'd rather see it reduced to ashes!"

"Enough, Lucius! It's nothing but petty gossip behind your back. They've always done it, and they always will. Why let it bother you?" Narcissa defended her honor, she had to.

Lucius sneered and rushed to the side. He picked the latest edition of the Daily Prophet and showed a small article, titled 'Malfoys Lose Steam, Dursley Wins Big!'

"Look at this! Does this look like some petty remark? Your son allowed that mudblood to drag my name through the dirt!! Look at this article!" Lucius threw the paper at Narcissa and gave Draco one last look before storming off.

"Discipline him, or I shall find far more... persuasive methods to make him behave!"

Soon enough the footsteps vanished.

Draco came out of his mother's embrace and wiped away his tears. Gritting his teeth, he still spewed venom. "It's him! Dudley! He must've bribed the Daily Prophet. Just because he's got money, he thinks he can challenge us! That mudblood!"

In silence, Narcissa processed her son's rage-filled words. She wanted to discipline him but didn't know where to begin.

"Forget about him, dear. For now, focus on finding a way to calm your father."

Finally, Draco cooled his head and agreed. "Yes, Mother."

####

Unaware that he was being blamed for something he never did, Dudley was in a holiday mood.

"Mum, Dad, do you want anything from South Korea?" Dudley dragged his suitcase to the parked luxury taxi waiting for him. "I think I'll get Mum a lot of beauty products. Koreans have a great skincare routine."

"Oh, my pumpkin." Petunia giddily walked over and pecked on Dudley's cheeks. "No matter what you bring I'll cherish it."

"Agreed there." Vernon patted Dudley's shoulder. The man had certainly gained a few more kilograms to his weight. But his face held a different, content smile. "We have more than what we ever imagined, my boy. Just go and enjoy your time. Don't work all the time."

"I don't plan to, Dad."

With that, Dudley jumped into the taxi, picked Hannah up, and soon arrived at the airport.

One of the best things about traveling in a private jet was not having to go through normal terminal security, not that it was a hassle. Dudley himself was amused by how lax the security was since 2001 was still years away.

He didn't even have to get out of the luxury taxi since it was owned by the airport service. He was brought straight to the private jet—a beautiful Bombardier Global Express. It was expensive as fuck to rent it, but it was a company expense.

"T-This entire thing… is ours?" Hannah mumbled, noticing big, comfortable seats on the sides, high headroom, and farther in the back even a bed from the looks of it.

Dudley smiled warmly and gently guided her to one of the seats. "It's ours, and it's going to fly. Here, let me fasten your seatbelt."

Looking like an excited little puppy, Hannah looked out of the window nonstop, and then at the elaborate, luxurious interior. The seats were indeed comfortable, and there was even an extra thigh support, followed by extendable leg support.

Immediately, she received a drink from the lone stewardess. It truly was an entirely new experience. Wizards used Portkey to travel distances and that was instant. This was… a muggle way of making magicless travel comfortable.

Dudley took out a camera and clicked Hannah's photos. Her smile was contagious, her excitement was visible.

"Oh! It feels like a portkey!" Hannah commented when the flight took off.

At her word, even Dudley realized that. "Wait, it does. I never thought that."

Ting!

Moments later, the seatbelt signs came off and Dudley dragged Hannah to the middle section of the plane where a large couch rested on one side and on the other side was a plasma TV screen.

This holiday, he wanted to show Hannah all things muggle. So, he started with a movie, then with some games on PlayStation 1.

Laughter, drinks, food, and a lot of music. The flight was almost 12 hours long, so they had too much time even after all that. So they ended up retreating to the private bed at the back of the plane. It was enough for them, and Dudley changed into a nightsuit and cuddled with his stunning, blonde friend with a shapely rump he couldn't help but spoon.

Although he felt needy, he didn't do anything to her. One of the main reasons he took her on the trip was to make her first time comfortable. Doing it on a flight was not that. It was surely exciting, but not comfortable.

For the rest of the flight, the two slept in each other's arms.

####

"How do I look?" Hannah asked, getting dressed as the flight was about to land. She wore a knee-length floral print sundress of Hufflepuff colors. On her eyes were shades Dudley had gifted.

Dudley clicked her picture in response. Her sundress really matched her hair and her spotless skin made it even prettier. No doubt, girls from magical families grew blessed with magic, he reckoned.

"How, you ask?" Dudley grinned devilishly. "Let me show you."

"Oh!"

Dudley suddenly held her slender waist in his arms like he couldn't get close enough, and kissed her deeply. He tasted her soft, glossy lips, deliciously sweet like candy. He didn't have a "relationship" with her, but he sincerely wanted to be more of a gentleman to this shy, pretty girl, suckling her lips and gently sweeping his tongue.

Hannah was startled at first but instantly hugged his neck. The way he had treated her gave her the feeling of wanting to do more for him, actively kissing him back with a bit more heat. She pulled his neck closer with her arms, nibbling on his lips, and invaded his mouth with her tongue.

Their breaths turned hot, panting with every chance they got.

"Oh no!" Hannah cried when the kiss broke. "Dudley… your face."

"What?" Dudley turned sideways and looked at a small mirror. "What the!"

Half of his face was smudged by Hannah's lipstick. But then he looked back at Hannah and laughed loudly. "Hah! Look at yourself first."

Soon, the two laughed together and wiped each other's faces with a wet towel. That little kiss broke the ice between them, at least. The ice that kept them from being too intimate—sexually.

Quickly, Dudley donned a casual business suit and fixed Hannah in the seat with the seatbelt. Moments later, the plane landed with a smooth touchdown. He already felt the flight was worth its money, and it was hard to not buy it.

"Sir?"

At the stewardess' call, he woke up from the thoughts and deboarded the flight. Right outside, two nice Mercedes awaited them.

"Mr. Dursley, welcome to Seoul."

Dudley frowned. He had no idea who this white guy was. "You are?"

"Ah, forgive me. I'm Lucas Baker, the head of Korean holdings for D&D Capitals. Mr. Edwin Hughes hired me a month ago and sent me here to support your trip."

Edwin did? Dudley made a mental note to double-check.

"Thanks for coming out to greet us," Dudley said with a smile. "So, we're heading to the hotel first, right? We haven't had breakfast yet."

Lucas uneasily smiled. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Dursley. The Hyundai board is in a panic and they hope to meet you immediately. They're on the verge of a civil war, scared of the terms of your investment."

Hah, who is this boy? Dudley chuckled and opened the car's door for Hannah to sit inside.

"Lucas, is this your first job?"

"No, Sir. It's my second job. I used to work at a bank before," Lucas honestly answered.

Edwin should have sent a lawyer instead.

Dudley patted Lucas' shoulder, although the man was much older than himself. "Alright, rule number one—I'm the savior with billions in my pocket. When I meet someone, it's on my terms. Besides, I can't let my friend sit around getting bored in a business meeting. Just tell them I'm feeling a bit off, maybe airsickness. I'll see them tomorrow at ten sharp."

After that, Dudley opened a small suitcase he carried and took out a bunch of papers from it. "Make copies and send this to their board. This is my proposal."

Although multiple proposals had already been sent by D&D Capitals in the past, they were mostly meant to stir the waters. Now, with Dudley there, it was the real deal.

"See you tomorrow then."

Finally, Dudley joined Hannah in the backseat. Soon, the car drove off to a five-star hotel and in an hour, he walked into the penthouse with one heck of a view of the city. The signs of economic stress were visible, however. A lot of construction sites were spread around but no work was going on there.

In his heart, Dudley pondered if he should save the country from turning into the dystopian society it did in the future. Chaebols were strong already but were far from the future level. He definitely had the money to push or change government regulations with a bit of persuasion.

But he didn't want to go that route. It would make him no different from future monopolies that waged cultural wars.

"What about Japan's population collapse? Can I change that?" He pondered, truly seeking the limitation of his Arithmancy mastery. He was already able to predict the market to a degree. But can he predict the entire world's economy?

"What are you mumbling?"

Dudley felt a hand press against his back. He stopped looking out of the massive window and glanced at his pretty companion. "Let's go grab some lunch."

####

After lunch, Dudley and Hannah toured some of the city's landmarks. Then, they went into some clubs to drink and dance to their heart's content. They were still young and not even twenty, hence they had enough energy to keep going until the date changed.

At midnight, the two strolled back to their penthouse, wobbly, sweating from the dancing.

"I need a bath, Dudley."

"Me too."

Both of them walked over to different rooms and took a quick shower. Then, they brushed their teeth, put on their bathrobes, and returned to the master bedroom of the penthouse.

Dudley noticed Hannah's awkward walk and dimmed the lights significantly. As soon as he heard the bedsheet rustle, he also joined in on the king-sized bed.

"Are we going to go bar hopping tomorrow too?" Hannah asked.

Trying to ease the silence? He felt it all through her tone.

"There are a few other cities and historical places I'd really like to see. This week, we'll be in Seoul, and then next week we'll get a chance to explore some other places. I've rented a car, so I'll be driving."

Hannah's head turned towards him and she eased closer to his body. Soon, her hand landed on his chest and her head over his shoulder. "You know how to drive?"

"I may have some magic, Hannah. But I'm still mostly a muggle," he replied, caressing her backside with an arm. She still wrote a bathrobe, one that was just one pull away from spreading open.

But Dudley didn't hurry and chatted with her for a while, slowly steering the conversation to something more intimate.

"So you've never even thought of dating someone?" He asked.

"Well, I suppose I always thought you were enough," she said softly, her eyes fixed on his with a tender smile. "And you? What about you?"

Dudley looked down, her face merely a few inches away. "Likewise—How could I when I had you… around?"

Dudley suddenly shifted and rolled over towards Hannah. A kiss landed on her lips as soon as he moved on top of her, elbows spread on the side of her shoulders. With knees spread at the sides of her thighs, his growing need throbbed and pressed over her wiggling legs.

Hannah kissed him back with passion, slowly matching his heated pace. She clearly craved his touch, her hands slipping into the opening of his robes and caressing his naked skin. She closed her eyes from the shyness, but her eager lips betrayed her thirst.

At first, it was a simple kiss, but then her petal-soft lips opened wider. Her tender, pink tongue came out, and the gentle caresses turned into a tug of war.

Dudley's knee shifted, moving one higher between her legs. He rubbed his knee against her core, heating her up as she squirmed under him. He loved how she was less timid this time, her hands ticklish against the skin of his chest, her core hot and humid.

"Ummmh…" Hannah moaned softly, her eyes fully closed.

Dudley moved his elbows up to the side of Hanna's face, his fingers combed into her hair while he kissed her even deeper this time. His plundering tongue slithered in and across her boneless flesh, claiming every inch. He pecked down to kiss her chin, licking her slender neck as she quivered. His hands untied the knot of her bathrobe, splaying it wide open.

His kiss continued to go down on her naked body, teasing her pure and untouched skin, beautiful and pale. Her honey-soft, perky breasts were smaller than Susan's, but they still had that jelly-like feeling he loved under his palm. He kept kissing, flicking his tongue over her hardened peaks, taking it in his teeth and biting down with slight pressure a moment later.

Hannah arched her back, moaning uncontrollably. "Mmmhhh! D-Dudle-eeeh…"

He cupped her blossoming swells tightly and savored the little whimpers that escaped her lips. Her hourglass waist trembled with each touch of his fingers, followed by those schoolwide famous hips, sloping down to her magnificent thighs. He felt her writhe as he caressed, licked, and nibbled his way across her body in relish.

Dudley went further and further down, leaving a trail of saliva on her undulating belly. He slurped her skin with hunger, eventually reaching down to her twitching, pink gates. Without a second thought, his tongue gave a long, slow lick along her clean-shaven slit.

"Uuughhh.." Hannah cried. A longer, more innocent sound than Dudley had ever heard from her.

He glanced up to see her hands twisting the sheets, her blushing face a picture of pleasure. His hands slid up her quivering thighs, spreading her legs wider and reaching her salivating core. Then he gave her a long, slurping kiss right on the bundle of nerves that he knew made her feel good.

"Ahh…." Hannah whimpered even louder, her senses going wild.

His finger also caressed her moist petals, pressing down until her pink flesh twitched around his digit. His finger went slow and steady, while his tongue stroked her sensitive little bean until she was bucking up into his face. He felt her juices start to coat his finger, curling up into her virgin hole.

The tightness of her unexplored depth clenched and shuddered around his digit, her wet walls twitching uncontrollably on his lips, and her legs struggling not to twist around his body. She gave a little half-sob, half-moan as he lapped her up, her hands gripped the bedsheet even tighter.

He probed her with his tongue this time, letting her have a taste of what was to come.

Dudley kept at it while his hand untied the knot of his bathrobe, easily removing everything with his nimble movements. He could feel her breathing heavily, moaning and muttering incoherently as her body begged for more. With one final, gentle lick at her center, he pulled away, smiling at her.

His massive cock lay bare as he finally sat up on his knees. He gripped his cock at the base, but still more of his length was exposed. It would need two of his wide palms to cover his entire length, and he was proud of that fact. His thickness was more than most, his veins were the peak signs of masculinity, and the throbbing purple head, a harbinger of sinful need.

Dudley shifted forward between her knees, and pushed her legs up with his hands, spreading them wide. With palms spread under her thighs, he felt his fingers sink into her glistening, tender flesh. Her ass was simply too soft and shapely, her thighs the best pillow a man could dream of.

He playfully ground his balls on her pussy, laying the entire length of his cock on her pelvis and belly. It clearly showed how deep it was going to go, almost reaching her belly button. The excitement already caused his shaft to twitch against her skin in greed, but he still wanted her first time to feel good, not just pain.

"Are you really okay with this, Hannah?" Dudley asked, seeing her wide eyes locked on his fully erect shaft, her one hand already pressed on her lips and the other clenching the bedsheet on the side.

"Hmm…" She nodded, though her brows didn't stop creasing. "W-Will it fit?"

Dudley chuckled and rubbed his cockhead on her fiery entrance, so wet and perfect to his eyes. Those gates perfectly hid everything except a faint outline of her pink flower. "I'll be gentle, Hannah… so… so gentle."

"Ahh…." Hanah let out a small whimpering gasp as she felt a large, blunt, slithering probe peek in between her most secret place.

Then, she felt something sting within her, a little pain and aching. But those feelings were overwhelmed by the stretch of his girth, opening up her petals to full bloom. She could feel it fill her up entirely, inch by inch spearing its way inside her, stinging but oh so good. The way it pressed against her walls, caressing her sensitive spots as it went in, drove her wild.

Dudley guided his straining shaft inside her virgin depth, getting a clear look at how her pussy swallowed him slowly, struggling to clench around him. Her juices flowed onto his cock, oiling it up to fit her tight core. His cock stroked her silky walls gently, splaying every inch of her moist flesh.

But suddenly he saw that tinge of red, slowly seeping down the rest of his length like a red string mixed in her nectar.

Dudley quickly took the fluffy bathrobe beside him and wiped it off the base of his shaft. "Are you okay? Should I stop?"

"Umm–hm," Hannah nodded weakly, "K-keep going… I'm fine.." she muttered, feeling a slight sore in her pussy. A flicker of pain colluded her mind for a fleeting moment. Yet, the sensation swiftly dissipated, drowned out by Dudley's throbbing cock inside of her. Her body wanted more, urging her to make him keep going.

With that, Dudley leaned over her with his weight and started to push in deeper, feeling her body wither under him. His lips met hers, stifling the loud cries in her throat as he kept pushing his cock toward the very depth of her unexplored cave of wonders. The tightness felt like a wet rubber glove, squeezing onto his struggling little beast.

He practically molded her pussy to his size, being the first guy to dip between her legs. It took his everything to not push hard, what he truly desired.

When he finally felt her steady breath, he whispered into her ear, "I'm going to move now…"

Hanna simply nodded, overwhelmed by the stretch in her loins. She had no idea how big other boys normally were, but she knew Dudley was big. And that little challenge made her want him to give her his everything. So she could come out victorious.

She could feel her walls clenching around him, gripping and releasing as much as it could, subconsciously wanting him to move faster. This was bigger than the toy she had felt before, so much better in many ways.

Dudley started to move his hips, thrusting into her ever so slowly. The feeling of her stretched lower lips scraping over his cock, the milking need tightly gripping around him. It all felt so heavenly, so tight and constricting, dangling him on the edge of oblivion. He roughly grasped one of her breasts to vent his ravenous hunger, brushing his thumb back and forth against her nipple.

"Oh, oh! Oh, Dudley!" Hannah cried out as the tension, glorious and terrible, built up inside her. Her belly tightened, her soaked pussy throbbing nonstop.

Hannah held onto his neck for dear life, her nails dug into his back, her lips brushing against his chest. She felt nothing but ecstasy, his cock stuffing her as their flesh started to slap against each other.

Under his loving, weighty large frame, she felt so desired. His thrusts made her body arch with her hips rising. Hannah could feel the pokes and prods of his cock titillating her insides, especially on her cervix. Pushing every button, shattering her straining walls.

"Ah Ahh!! D–dudleeey~! I-I can't hold it…. Aahhh! Nuoohhh~" She cried out, gripping his back tightly. He stretched and churned her so much she almost rolled her eyes in bliss.

Dudley kept going, his pace steadily growing faster as he lost himself in her tight embrace. "Don't hold it in… Take it all in Hannah, let it go."

Hannah's body started to stiffen up with pulsating waves of pleasure. She gripped his shoulders tighter and tighter as if her insides were exploding. Ripples of ecstasy poured through her and flooded her expanded pussy to the brim.

Dudley didn't stop. His cock went as deep as it could inside her, hunger taking over his senses. His throbbing hardness moved in and out, each thrust pulled out squelches of her nectar. Her soft walls clamped around him with massaging throbs, sending wave after wave of pleasure up his spine.

"Hah… Hannah, I have the potion. Just tell me… where?"

"Ummmh… Oh, Du… I-Inside! I want to feel it all… all of you-uh!" She answered, still on a pleasurable high. She could feel the tension still there, instinctively gyrating her hips, wanting more and more of that addicting bliss.

"Ghh…!" Dudley shuddered and delved in with slamming thrusts.

The way she churned around him threw him to completion, wrapping around him so tightly like the embrace of an angel. Her hot silky nectar stroked his length, forcing him to fill up her pussy with his white virile seeds. His muscles stiffened, and he poured himself into her with lightning bolts of fulfillment. Burst after burst, jolting his body into paradise until he had no more to give.

At the same moment, Hannah felt as if her vision turned white, hearing a faint long ring. Her squelching walls climaxed once more, flooding onto his unstoppable cock. Pain was far from her thoughts, it was all just sinful, addicting sensations.

Dudley gulped and gently laid there on top of her trembling body, hugging her closer while letting the waves of pleasure wash over them.

Hannah wrapped her arms around his body, tears of relief after absolute pleasure pooling in her eyes.

Dudley could feel her still quivering in his arms, so he rolled over to his side, pulling her along to settle on top of his chest.

His cock calmed down and slipped out of her on its own. He felt the sticky culmination of their climax dribble out of her throbbing pussy, painting his flaccid cock. He ignored it all and held her there for a long moment, enjoying their relaxing little rest.

"D-Dudley."

"Hm?"

"Thanks."

Hannah gently pecked on his lips.

"Ah!" She felt sore as she shifted off his chest and stood up, a little wobbly. "I need to clean up."

"Me too." Smirking, Dudley jumped off the bed and scooped her in his arms with ease. "Let me help."

Hannah giggled, knowing very well the help was only going to turn her more sore. But she was all for it.

"I can't wait to rub it against Susan."

Oh my Hannah, you're too naive. That demoness will only laugh at your face and pull you into the bed too.

"I'd love to spectate."

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Chapter Text

The next day, while Hannah recuperated from the nightlong cleaving between her legs, Dudley went alone to work.

Wearing his best suit and his hair combed, he accompanied Lucas from the previous day. He knew the biggest issue he was going to face was his age. At just 19 years old, it was hard to be taken seriously.

Especially in a country like South Korea where traditions and age hierarchy were a bit too enforced. But thankfully, he had the size advantage. He was tall and built like a bear, earning head turns from all the passersby.

It was awkward meeting them as he'd extend his hand and in response, they would not only shake his hand but also bow steeply. Thankfully, he had some experience from his past life and worked on it.

Moments later, he was sitting in a large meeting room with a dozen or so men around a rectangular table. Although Dudley already expected it, seeing so many members of the same family, or a few families on the board of one single company was amusing.

Heck, the current CEO and Chairman was the son of the founder, and his own son was being prepared to take over soon.

In any case, he didn't care. He already knew the issues the company was facing. They hadn't diversified or globalized yet, leaving themselves vulnerable to national economic shocks. Now, they wanted a global expansion—aggressively.

Beyond that, the company was restructuring itself since, as one could have guessed, leaving the company in the hands of a single family with no expertise in management and leadership wasn't a good move. So, leadership over various departments was being changed.

Yet, they lacked one thing—money. The government could only help so much since there were more companies to aid.

The company wasn't even worth a billion dollars as of yet. But Dudley knew that was going to change in the coming decades.

After hours of discussions, multiple coffee breaks, and a lunch break, Dudley eventually got what he wanted. Of course, spraying some nice, 'strictly personal use' magical perfume helped slightly in convincing the folks.

For his investment, he earned 2 full board member seats and 1 board observer seat. Of course, he received a piece of the pie that was Hyundai Group.

But that wasn't the end of his dealings. Over the next six days, besides spending every night with Hannah all over the penthouse, eating, drinking, and making her laugh, he dealt with other mega conglomerates. Samsung, LG, whatever was bleeding, he appeared like a shark.

By the time his seven-day business leg of the trip ended, Dudley was almost a billion dollars lighter, but his name was now at the top of more than 14 mega-corporations of the future. Now, all he had to do was fade into obscurity and reap the fruits in a few years.

"Alright, ready?" Dudley showcased the car he had rented, a Ferrari 355 F1 Spider. "Actually, it's free. I just borrowed it from a spoiled third-generation chaebol. Ready?"

"This… you'll drive?" Hannah looked at the car. She'd seen muggle cars before, but none this small.

Dudley chuckled and held the door open for her. "No need to worry about that. It's a sports car—meant to go fast. Just hop in and enjoy the ride."

"Okay~" Still doubtful, Hannah sat down. After having dressed to impress for the past week she'd grown more comfortable now. Wearing simple tight jeans and T-shirts.

Moments later, it was Dudley's foot on the accelerator and Hannah's excited screams with a hint of panic. He truly enjoyed driving that car, and the funny thing was that he never really liked flying brooms, no matter the speed.

"Maybe I should build a private garage back home." He muttered, wondering if it was time to buy a new house.

"Aaaah! Truck!"

"Relax." Dudley drove with inhuman reflexes. "Don't worry, I took the potions to make myself better than an F1 driver."

"What's that?"

"F1 is… Wait, maybe I should build my own team after finishing school. And drive it myself? Exciting!"

No doubt, having a lot of money was the best thing in the world.

"Slow down!"

"Faster? Alright, girl."

"..."

####

Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot, Level 2.

In a packed hearing room, Peter Pettigrew was administered Veritaserum, the truth serum. It took weeks to come to that simple decision as there were plenty of names unsupportive of such a measure. Eventually, the pro-serum side won.

"I-I… I was…"

"Peter, were you the Secret Keeper for the Potters? Peter, tell me!"

It was clear that Peter Pettigrew was trying to fight the potion. But he was never a strong-willed man, to begin with. His breaking point wasn't too high.

"Yes…"

"When did you become the Secret Keeper? Why?" The head of DMLE and a member of the Wizengamot, Amelia Bones, interrogated him.

"It wasn't me! Not me… It was Sirius, he was the Secret Keeper. B-But they feared the Dark L-Lord. Sirius was an obvious choice so I was made the Secret Keeper silently… nobody knew about it. I… the Dark Lord is fearsome. You cannot fathom the things he could do… I had no choice."

Amelia proceeded with the final question. "How did you hide for so many years? And who caught you?"

"I staged my death. I faked the explosion and killed the muggles. I left my finger there as evidence and hid with the Weasleys as their pet rat." Peter started to cry, having confessed to most of his crimes. "I… I didn't want to. I was forced, please… I really… I was just sleeping… Someone caught me in a cage. Who was it? Who caught me?!"

His words were ignored beyond that.

In the end, a vote was cast—by one vote, Peter was sentenced to a Dementor's Kiss, meaning death. Or perhaps a fate worse than death. Furthermore, Sirius Black was set free.

Lily was there to witness the entire proceeding. In silent tears she watched it all carry out. Such a betrayal from a man they considered a close friend was hard to accept. Almost everything had been taken from her.

"Sirius, the Dark Lord is not dead," she informed her freed friend.

"I know, Lily."

"I won't let him touch Harry," she added, angrily looking at the Minister for Magic who had received the reports but refused to believe in them. "Let's go."

"Where?" Sirius asked.

"Hogwarts."

####

Nice, France

After successfully joining the mile-high club with Hannah on the private jet, Dudley finally arrived at the beautiful, Mediterranean city of Nice. It was sunny, warm, and one hell of a windy day.

"I love it already!" Hannah gawked at the sky through her dark shades, her sundress fluttering dangerously. "Where's Susan?"

"Probably at the villa. Let's go."

As always, there was a car waiting for them. They took it and journeyed out of the city a little to the east where large villas aligned the road looking over the sea.

"Finally!" Susan came out running as soon as their car entered the gated premises.

Dudley opened his arms to receive her in a warm hug. But to his surprise, Susan walked past him and grabbed Hannah instead. Without even greeting him, she dragged Hannah into the villa to god knows which room.

"..."

Speechless, Dudley alone grabbed the luggage bags and dragged them inside. He opted not to hire staff for his stay, wanting to eat out and just relax during his stay with the two girls.

However, he eventually planned to go and see Monaco. He wanted to know what was so special about that place that it attracted filthy rich folks.

####

Inside one of the rooms, Susan dragged Hannah over to the bed. With one of her arms around Hannah's shoulder, she interrogated her cute, blonde best friend.

"So, did you do it?"

"Umm… Yeah." Hannah shyly confessed.

"Oho?" Susan giggled giddily and squeezed her friend harder into herself. "How was it? How was the first night?"

"It was good."

Susan frowned. "Details, girl! I need meticulous details!"

Hannah blushed uncontrollably but didn't hold herself back. "Well… he was really gentle the first time. And… he's too big, so it hurt a lot, but then it felt amazing. He was on top and held me warmly. After that, we did it every day, sometimes thrice a day. We also did it on the flight, and…"

"Thrice a day?!" Susan shouted as if the sky had fallen. "Thrice? Are you serious? That's… I'm so jealous of you, Hannah."

"Well… we did it in the car too, and…"

"Stop, stop, stop! You're making me feel left out!" Susan shouted, leaping to her feet. "I've waited long enough. I've got my toys, but they're never as good as the real thing!"

A few rustles of clothes later, Susan stood in front of Hannah, naked like the day she was born. Her jeans and shirt were discarded, her sinful curves and those voluptuous melons soft and perky. She untied her hair too, letting the auburn locks sprinkle around her face.

"W-What are you doing?" Hannah asked in confusion. "Ah!"

"Preparation!" Susan suddenly pushed Hannah back and jumped on top of her legs, her fingers working fast to untie the jeans and lift up the shirt. "I can't wait to see Dudley's jaw drop."

"Wait!" Hannah stopped her. "I-I got a better idea."

####

Where did they go?

Dudley put away the luggage, locked the doors, and checked the rooms of the villa. There were almost ten bedrooms, and he checked each one by one since the girls didn't respond to his shouts.

"Hannah! Susan! Where are you?"

Although he wasn't tired, he was hungry and wanted to go out with them. One room at a time, he eventually arrived on the upper floor and headed to what looked like the master bedroom. On that one particular doorknob, he noticed a red, lacy panties hanging.

"Oh?"

Dudley knew that things don't happen for no reason. The mere idea of what was waiting for him inside stirred him up. His hunger for food swapped for a different kind of hunger.

Is it what I think it is?

He walked towards the door while unbuttoning his shirt.

Clack!

He turned the doorknob and opened the door. Right away he was greeted by a massive floor-to-ceiling window ahead, overlooking the sunny Mediterranean Sea. Then, he looked to the side, and there on the king-sized bed was the most beautiful surprise he'd ever seen in his life.

"Hey there."

Dudley took a deep breath as he heard Susan and Hannah waving at him from the bed, lying side by side against the pillows. Both girls were completely naked, their soft, satin-smooth skin brightly visible under the window light, their hair untied, their faces sinfully smirking. Yet, their most private bits were covered.

The girls had red ribbons tied around their busts, the thin strap covered their nipples while a butterfly knot hung between the peaks. Their legs were squeezed together, keeping their entrances hidden.

"Girls, I think God is real." Dudley frantically removed his shirt and then his pants, standing fully bare before approaching the bed. "Because I'm for sure blessed."

"Hehe."

The girls giggled and welcomed him.

Dudley crawled onto the bed and tried to unwrap the ribbon on Hannah's taut breasts. But just as he was doing that, Susan suddenly slid downward on the bed.

He was a bit startled but instantly felt her warmth around his growing length.

Susan grabbed his cock, slipping it right between her puckered lips while mumbling "Ummh, I missed this!"

From build-up to fully hard in mere moments, Dudley felt aroused like never before. The heat of her mouth engulfed him in seconds, her wet, massaging tongue titillating his senses. But since it was the three of them now, he felt the need to try a variety of positions.

With Hannah seated so beautifully, her back against the pillows and her legs wide, Dudley eased himself between her legs and leaned down. He kissed up her pale perfect thighs and smiled against her quivering skin, nipping and pecking up towards her ignited furnace. He landed a long, wet lick along her slit, feeling her shiver under his tongue.

At the same time, Susan laid down flat on the bed between Dudley's bent knees, underneath his dangling rigid cock, opening her mouth wide and letting him drill down into her sweltering throat. Her naughty hands kept playing with his family jewels from there, sometimes even teasing his puckered hole with brushes of her fingertip.

"Gck… Ummhp…" Lewd sounds of uncontrolled pleasure dripped from Susan's stuffed mouth. She slid her hands around his hips from below, gripping his ass and guiding him to thrust into her mouth even deeper.

It was a never before tried position and Dudley loved it. On one hand, he ate out Hannah's pussy, on the other hand, there was Susan's throat getting drilled between his legs.

Dudley lapped up Hannah's pussy with relish, drowning in the scent of her sex. All the while he fucked Susan's mouth below with intense plunges, his balls smashing against her chin, enveloped by her slobbering hot spit.

His hands also moved, molding Hannah's honey-soft breasts. He pinched and squeezed her hardened peaks, sinking his fingers into her tender flesh.

"Ooohh… Dud–leh… Ah!!" Hannah moaned, sinking her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer in a bid for more. She couldn't help the craving, wanting his tongue to go deeper into her core. Her nectar leaked onto his tongue little by little, smearing his chin and cheeks.

Dudley felt the intense pleasure, jolting into Susan's mouth while he made Hannah squirm uncontrollably. He couldn't help thinking these two girls would be the death of him, especially the one milking his cock like a wild calf. His hot, distended flesh twitched in excitement, pushed to the edge. But he wasn't going to end this too quickly; Time to try another position.

Dudley gently stop fucking Susan's throat and eased out of her mouth. The two girls sat there on the bed, waiting for his next order.

"Hannah, can you sit on the edge of the bed? Susan, come here on the floor and get on your knees. Let's show Hannah how skillful your tongue is. I'm pretty sure it's more… skillful than mine," Dudley teased with a smirk. He slid off the bed from the side and waited for the girls to move.

"Ooooh… That's new!" Susan excitedly jumped off the bed, wiping her face from her own spit. "By the way, Dudley… I really… really need it," she coyly added.

Pa!

Dudley slapped her excited, jiggling ass. "I'll give you as much as you need, maybe even more."

Susan's eyes sparkled as she bit her glossy bottom lip, getting on her knees on the floor, facing Hannah.

Hannah had already slipped her feet down to the edge, sitting there with her legs spread, leaning back a little as her hands supported her on the white sheets. When she felt Susan's tongue wiggling its way into her glistening core, Hannah's lips parted a little, exhaling a deep indulgent moan.

With her eyes closed, Hannah savored the way Susan's tongue brushed up and down her soft, succulent petals. She quivered when she felt her small bundle of nerves flicked and suckled, "Umm~mm…"

Dudley took a moment to enjoy the view, Hannah withering from Susan's tongue curling into her pussy. The squelching sounds and rasping moaning went straight to his crotch. Especially the view of Susan's swaying bottom, offering itself up to him like a cat in heat.

Quickly, he got down behind her and aligned his swollen crown on her slippery entrance, rubbing his mushroom head, and wetting his blunt spear.

"Uumghh~ Dudley, don't be so stingy…" Susan whined as she licked.

"Don't worry, I won't hold back."

He rammed in hard, mercilessly giving her all she wanted.

"Aaaaah! Fuck yeah! Yes… That's it!" Susan yelped and moaned between her best female friend's legs.

Dudley pounded her hard, recklessly deep without a care in the world. From the get-go, he was rough as Susan loved it. Her pussy was always so perfect around his cock, so silky and slippery, squelching around him like hot freshly baked pie. Her muscles contracted again and again, wringing his length in thirst. He could feel his crown scraping her walls, his veiny length stretching her entirely.

"Ughh… Ugh! Ummhp!!" Susan moaned into Hannah's pussy, her face pressed against her friend's wet, smothering heat, over and over. She extended her slick tongue, fucking Hannah to the rhythm of Duley's thrusts.

Hannah threw her head back, drowning in bliss. Her fingers coiled around Susan's hair, venting the built-up restless urge within her. "Ohh…. Susan! Ohhhhh!"

"Keep eating, Susan, it must be one of your favorite meals…" Dudley leaned over Susan's body, wrapping his arms around her and cupping a breast in each hand. He harshly fondled and molded them to the shape of his palms, tugging and pinching her nipples. He loved the way her pussy would react, gripping his cock harder every time he pinched her twin peaks. Squeezing her teats over and over, thrust after thrust, like a lustful toy for his enjoyment.

"Ohhh!! Ohh!" Susan cried out impulsively, yelping into Hanna's dribbling pussy. Susan felt her muscles contract as a wet stream gushed out of her, she squirted violently in rhythmic spasms. Gush after gush escaping her loins, squirting down onto Dudley's slapping sacks of gems.

Dudley kept going through it all, thrusting his straining length into her soaked pussy and pressing forward to harshly pinch her nipples with his large fingers. His engorged flesh was unrelenting, dragging another gripping orgasm out shortly after the first.

Susan whimpered and yelped underneath him, stomach contracting and breast heaving with every breath.

Eventually, she slumped down on the floor. Her head moved away from Hanna's pussy, her hands supporting her on the floor.

Dudley gently moved Susan aside and quickly stood up between Hannah's dangling legs. "Your turn."

Hannah, still on the bed, leaned further back, keeping her head and shoulders up with the support of her elbows. She watched as Dudley grabbed her legs and pressed them straight over his chest, her calves almost hooked over his shoulders.

Without a moment's wait, he shoved his well-lubed driving need into her. With the tight pressure sliding over his iron-hard erection in an instant, he felt ravenous, wanting to see her scream out his name even more. His throbbing need churned her endlessly, bringing out the culmination of her juices and Susan's spit, frothing onto the base of his cock.

But then.

"WHAT?! S-Sus…ah, what are you…" Dudley suddenly felt a wet sensation behind him on his asscrack. That was a sensation he'd never felt before nor had any plans to.

"Umm… Shhh… I always wanted to try this… Just do your own thing!"

Susan knelt behind Dudley, her hands gripping his ass while her face was planted ever so closely to his clenching hole. She constantly licked upward from his dangling balls to his no-no hole, ticklishly taunting him. Her tongue utterly slathered him to insanity, licking that patch of flesh under his balls. Her face was constantly ramming between his crack as he thrusts into Hannah,

Every time Dudley tried to move deeper into Hannah, Susan would grip his ass and lick his rim, as if reluctant to stop teasing his senses. His balls twitched with the pressure, his cock throbbing from the attack on both ends.

Dudley couldn't hold on anymore, falling forward on top of Hannah's jolting bosom, folding her like origami, her straight knees smushed against her breasts, her ass a perfect curve getting pounded under his weighted thrusts.

He kissed her lips as much as he kissed her cervix with his cock. As he teetered on the edge of completion, his thrusts went completely insane as Susan's licks grew frantic, her tongue lapping up all that he churned out of Hannah. Each slather drowned him in pleasure, causing him to lose control.

Like a primal creature with a primal need, he unloaded his balls. His toes curled as he grimaced, harshly thrusting his senses into cloud nine. It felt as though his knees were squeezed empty, coursing through his rigid length, and spraying out. His cock sent bursts of creamy seeds deep into Hannah's pussy, and gushed through the gaps of her blushing petals.

Hannah felt the heat flooding into her, painting her wet walls. The squelches of his thrusts were so heavenly and intense that her belly also contracted. A wild wave of bliss washed over her, bringing her to a jarring climax at the same time. The viscous honey of her loins came soaking through and blending with his.

Dudley panted hard for a moment, twitching on top of Hannah's body. He could feel Susan still licking him, torturing him with endless tickles. The mix of annoyance and arousal was utterly perplexing.

He quickly stood up, pulling Susan's face away from his legs, and turned around. "What are yo—ugh…"

He froze as Susan slipped his cock into her mouth and licked him dry of his spent cream. She hummed and mumbled with his manhood in her mouth as if enjoying a delicious treat. How she ignored the musky froth of his and Hannah's climax was unknown. Susan greedily fucked her mouth before his shaft fully calmed down, suckling without a care.

She really is… freaky.

"I think that's enough, Susan." He reminded her, aware that his shaft was completely calm now.

"Ummm… Really?" Susan looked at his flaccid length and frowned. "I guess I'll also need three times a day to fully get over this."

Freaky indeed.

"Don't worry, the buffet is all-you-can-eat for the next entire week," Dudley said with a chuckle, offering her his hand. "But I think I need proper food to eat now."

"Me too, need fuel for the next workout." Susan winked and got up with his help. She fell forward onto the bed right beside Hannah's panting body, her legs still dangling off the bed while their culmination dribbled out of her flushed pussy.

After a couple of minutes of calming down their wildly thumping hearts, the girls moved and grabbed their clothes before running off to the rooms of their choice and taking a shower. Although they knew they'd eventually end up sleeping in the same room each night, they still wanted a separate place to change and freshen up.

An hour or so later, Dudley drove the girls to the city for a nice seaside meal. He almost felt envious of the weather, the difference in the ambiance was palpable between there and the UK.

Sitting sideways on the front passenger seats, Susan had her legs straight over Dudley's lap as he drove. With some grapes in her hand, she popped one in her mouth and one in Dudley's at a time. Hannah in the backseat was still taking a nap, jetlag got her this time.

"Dudley, Aunt said we ought to visit the Delacours sometime. They're quite well-off and influential in France's wizarding community. She thought they might be useful for your bank idea," Susan nonchalantly said.

"Delacours?" Dudley exclaimed. He wasn't expecting to hear that name so soon.

Madam Bones must be aware of the Tournament. I should really pay them a visit then.

"The Veela family?"

"Yeah, that one."

Hmm… They can help me secure my bank from British pureblood families. Let's not make the same mistake as those chaebols. Globalizing the bank is the only way.

"Give my thanks to Madam Bones when we get back."

"Why her?" Susan teasingly rubbed her heels over Dudley's groin. "Why not just give that thanks to me?"

He just chuckled and let her play around. That was one of the reasons why he liked her so much.

"Will do, Madame. Thoroughly over the whole week… maybe take your other virginity too."

"..."

Susan went speechless for a moment.

Scared? Dudley looked over.

How wrong he was. Her face had only turned into a more perverted smile.

####

Three days after arriving in France, Dudley met with the Delacours at their family estate. The family owned a large estate with vineyards and even owned a wine brand. They were certainly living like the old French aristocrats, these just didn't get their heads chopped off back in the day.

"Ah, Monsieur Dursley, it is such a delight to converse wiz you. Rarely do I encounter gentlemen of your charm from Britain zese days." Apolline Delacour, primped and preened, dressed in an antique aristocratic gown, entertained her guests with wine plenty. "Isn't that right?"

Mr. Delacour was there too, feasting on some dessert. The man was mostly silent, commenting only when he wasn't eating. "Of course, of course. Imagine my surprise when Monsieur Flamel himself spoke to me of your idea, Monsieur Dursley. I must admit, I am now quite intrigued by zis bank of yours. You see, my charmante wife, she is half-Veela, and my daughters, they are quarter-Veela. Visiting Gringotts, it has not been... how do you say... une expérience agréable. Zose Gobelins, their stares, zeir little remarks—truly, they are ze masters of hypocrisy, non?"

Dudley nodded, eyeing the two girls sitting beside Apolline's chair. Truly, merely reading about Fleur could do no justice to her beauty. Although he didn't know if she was truly that beautiful or if it was her Veela heritage obscuring his view.

Her tall, willowy frame seemed like a perfect match to his frame. Her Veela heritage made her seem like those elves from Lord of the Rings with a faint, silvery glow. Her long, silvery-blonde hair and deep blue eyes did nothing to dissuade that idea. With her spotless fair skin, and even her white teeth, it was hard to imagine how a girl could look so perfect if not for magic.

And then there was Gabrielle Delacour, probably the same age as Luna. She looked like a younger version of Fleur, with similar features.

Though even Apolline Delacour looked rather savory to his eyes. Even more than Fleur since the woman was half-Veela. Her voluptuous hills and the overall ripe features tickled his imagination.

Thankfully, he'd spent himself dry with Susan and Hannah before coming over.

Ignore the erection, Dudley. They're probably used to seeing men grow hard around them.

"Well, that's part of why I'm starting a bank, isn't it? The Goblins never seemed all that keen to help us properly or make our money grow. What's the point of leaving gold just sitting there when it could be earning more? I'm thinking of setting up a system with interest, a bit like what Muggles use. And, of course, Mr. Delacour would be more than welcome to join in."

"Ah! Une opportunité to earn more gold? I would be a fool to refuse, Monsieur Dursley. You are ze miracle boy of ze financial world, I 'ear zis from many mouths. Even beyond ze wizarding world, ze Muggle side is alive wiz news of you. Just yesterday, Fleur read to me a Muggle newspaper wiz your name in it." Mr. Delacour, seemingly intentionally brought up his daughter. "I shall await your official proposal."

"That's wonderful to hear. Do pass on my regards to your friends as well," Dudley said with a smile. Standing up, he added, "I'm afraid I must be off now. I'm headed to Monaco."

He looked at his watch, almost the time he had decided to pick up Hannah and Susan from their shopping spree.

Apolline stood up first and gave kisses on Dudley's cheeks, a common gesture for French folks. "Please, do take care of my beautiful girls at 'Ogwarts, Monsieur Dursley."

No, there will be no sex! Dudley ordered his saluting erection to go away.

Dudley went with it and shook hands with Mr. Delacour. Then, with great anticipation, he received goodbyes from Fleur and Gabrielle, the same way as Apolline.

"I'll see you at Hogwarts, then," Dudley muttered to Fleur. "Make sure to practice your Conjunctivitis Curse, and perhaps bring some flame-resistant clothes along."

"What?"

Leaving Fleur confused out of her mind, Dudley waved his hand and walked away. There was a Delacour family house-elf waiting to apparate him back to Nice City.

After that meeting, nothing was stopping him and the girls from living their best days in Monaco. Copious amounts of sex, an absurd amount of food and drinks, and luxurious things that they didn't even know existed. Hotels, yachts, pools, sky-diving, it was three days of extreme everything.

He'd work his best to tire himself out each night so the two beauties would wake up sore every morning. Of course, each morning started with a mind-boggling blowjob—four hands, two mouths, a delight he had no idea could be so arousing.

Of course, creampies all the time, thanks to the magical potion that Dudley carried in one dedicated suitcase. Tying them up, blindfolds, bending them in ways unimaginable, or at times being on the receiving end of some rough affection.

That summer was one of the best Dudley ever experienced. It was a massive reminder to him of why he was chasing wealth and why he loved magic at the same time.

Sadly, the holiday eventually came to an end and they all had to return to their homes. Dudley dropped off the girls to their families one by one and then finally returned to his own place.

There was still excitement as the Quidditch World Cup was close by. Also, he was scheduled to visit Mr. Lovegood to invest in the Quibbler.

####

"Oh, you two are going to enjoy this!" Dudley said, his voice warm as he led his parents toward the Quidditch Stadium's top box that he had booked. Unlike the rest of the fans, he didn't feel the need to set up camp and stay overnight. After all, he was only there for the finals.

Furthermore, he had no plans of staying there afterward since the Death Eater attack was going to take place later that night. The last thing he wanted was for his parents to loathe wizards just when they had started liking them.

The cheering of the crowd was ear-shattering. Irish fans and Bulgarian fans, as if competing who could destroy their vocals first. Eventually after the fireworks, the enchanting Veelas performed their display.

"Oh—I quite like this," Vernon commented, much to Petunia's dislike.

Dudley chuckled and looked around himself. He could see the Minister's cabin from where he was, Draco and his family were in the same cabin, and as he expected, the boy was vengeful, staring at him.

Then, looking in the other direction, he noticed some foreign guests, likely government representatives. In fact, the only reason he got that prime seat was because of his absurd wealth, that was it. However, he had to go through Goblins to get it. The bastards were masters of inflating prices.

Boom!

"It's starting!" Dudley pointed at the players. "That's the Golden Snitch. If a Seeker can catch it, they win 150 points and the match ends right away. But it's absurdly hard to do it…"

Dudley explained all the rules to his parents while enjoying the action-packed, high-speed gameplay. Although he and his parents didn't support any team, they simply enjoyed the magical nature of the game.

Eventually, food was also served in his box. As he'd expected, Vernon loved the Butterbeer.

"Dear boy, make sure you bring a box of these for your dad," Vernon requested, more into the drink than the game.

"You will do no such thing, Dudley." Petunia refused. "Look at him. Your father will burst like a balloon if not stopped."

At that, he had to agree.

Woosh!

As a broom flew by near them, they focused on the game again.

Slowly, time went by and the score rose. In the end, Ireland defeated Bulgaria and took the World Cup home. The skies lit up with fireworks as the closing ceremony ended.

However, Dudley didn't wait and led his parents down through the steep staircases. He didn't want to get stuck in the crowds or, worse, with the Malfoys.

"That was wonderful!" Vernon declared, a bottle of Butterbeer still in his hand. "I had no idea the wizards had such fine creations… I mean sports."

"Hah, it's probably the only decent thing to come from the wizards, Dad," Dudley said with a light chuckle and eventually neared the lowest floors. "How about we head back to London and go to that restaurant you used to take me and Harry to?"

"Sounds like a plan." Petunia agreed and caringly grabbed her son's arm. Words weren't enough to tell how proud she felt of her son.

Grrrrr…

All of a sudden, Dudley felt the metallic stairway under his feet shiver.

"What's goi—"

Boom!

Just as he looked behind, he noticed explosions across the inside of the Quidditch arena. The explosions were randomly spread where the spectators sat. And in reaction, people in thousands were trying to run out of the arena.

"Mum! Dad! Run!" Dudley grabbed his father's hand behind him and dragged him along while pushing Petunia in front of him. "It's gonna be a stampede!"

Why? Why so early? The attack is still hours away.

"Faster!" Dudley shouted and took out his wand. If it came to it, he had no qualms about using it. "Dad, please run!"

Vernon had already thrown away the bottle and tried to keep up with his son. But while Petunia was able to run, Vernon couldn't be as fast on the stairs.

"Aaaaa…"

And just then, the first wave of the crowd came running from behind Vernon. There were thousands of people and all tried to push forward and get out of the arena. Vernon got pushed forward by that wave. But Dudley quickly shoved his shoulders in front of Vernon to keep him from falling.

"Keep moving, Dad!"

In a real sense, it was a stampede. The crowd went crazy, some trying to jump over him as Vernon's large frame caused a pileup behind him. The wizards who knew how to apparate left at the same time.

"We're almost there!" Dudley finally saw the end of the staircase, Petunia waiting for them there. "Almost."

By then, he was practically lifting his father. But even as he came out of the arena he couldn't rest. The main target of the Death Eaters were muggles.

"Keep running!" Dudley looked behind at the crowds pouring out of the arena. The staircase was still filled with people, some getting stepped on as they fell. The mess was far worse than what he remembered from memory.

Lucius? He noticed Lucius Malfoy waving his wand and magically lifting and pushing away the fallen people, making way for himself and others behind him.

And just then, for a minute second, their gaze met.

No! He felt malice from that exchange. Deep, unbridled malice.

"Run! Run faster!" He pushed Vernon forward again. "Run towards the trees."

But Vernon was panting already, barely staying upright. Even Petunia tried to give a shoulder.

BOOM!

The explosions had already spread out by then. The tents were getting uprooted and set on fire. Some muggles were seen being thrown in the air and played with for amusement of some sort.

Screams, desperate cries of all dulled down even Dudley's shouts.

"Dad, you have to keep moving. It's not safe here!"

"G-Go… I'll follow." Vernon pushed Petunia away.

Boom!

An explosion blasted right beside them. Dudley found himself thrown forward, falling face-first into the dirt from the impact. Petunia also fell right beside him.

What the fuck is going on?! Why are they attacking so viciously?

"Mum! Get up!" He quickly got up and helped his mom. Then he turned back to his dad. "Dad, are yo… Dad?"

Witches and wizards bumped him as they continued to run around him. He looked left and right on the ground but there was no sign of Vernon anymore.

"Dad!" He shouted, wondering if he had gone elsewhere.

Boom!

The attack was still ongoing.

Seeing no sign of Vernon, Dudley quickly grabbed Petunia and ran with her towards the trees. Just like the crowds, he tried to hide from the Death Eaters and wait out the attack.

"Dudley, where is Vernon?"

Petunia kept asking him. But he had no answer. He just hoped that Vernon would get away and hide somewhere safe.

"Hisssss!"

Right then, the sky suddenly lit up in a green hue and a massive, cloudy figure of a skull appeared with a snake coiling around it, hissing audibly.

Dudley waited for the Dark Mark to slowly vanish and then made his way back towards the campsite with Petunia behind him.

It was a burned wasteland by that point, ruined beyond measure. Smoke still rose from a few burning logs, but for the most part, everything was charred.

"Dad!" He shouted, his wand out as he tried to return to the stadium. His eyes darted left and right on the floor. He found no bodies despite how devastating the attack was. Even when he reached the arena staircase, he found no dead.

"Dudley! L-Look!" Petunia suddenly clenched onto his shoulder from behind.

He followed her hand and looked further away in the distance, opposite of the direction where he had fallen back then. There, in the middle of ruined tents on the dirt, a lone, large figure was visible.

"Dad!"

No, no, no… this is the opposite of what I wanted.

Dudley ran at speed and the closer he got the clearer it became.

No!

"Dad!"

He fell beside the body and quickly checked for the pulse. The entire body was covered in ashes, but not burned. There was no bleeding wound on the body either.

"Dudley, what happened to him?" Petunia tearfully fell beside him.

"Ha! Ha!" Dudley quickly started administering CPR. "Wake up!"

There are no wounds on him.

His forehead covered in veins, Dudley frantically gave chest compressions.

"Ha! Ha!"

What happened to him?

"Ha! Ha!"

He's not waking up.

Petunia's cries slowly overpowered all his thoughts as he slowly accepted the reality.

But he kept giving chest compressions hoping for a miracle.

He kept at it, unaware of how much time passed. His mind was numb to all thoughts, and he only stopped with a jerk when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Madam Bones! We need a healer!" He jumped to his feet at the sight of the woman. There were multiple Aurors behind her.

"Mr. Dursley, gather yourself."

Seeing Amelia Bones shaking her head, Dudley slowly woke up from the shock and looked back down at Vernon's frame. Petunia was crying, her head on Vernon's chest.

Why did this happen?

More anger than sorrow, he looked left and right for clues. But instead of clues, he saw a face far in the back behind the crowd of Aurors.

Long blonde hair, a sneer, and a proud smirk.

I was blind… I caused this.

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"...my father, a man who lived life as he saw fit. He was… present, in his own way, and carried himself with a certain determination, be it right or wrong…"

All this money. Two lives. How was I so blind? Why didn't I do anything about it? I could have bought an army to protect myself if…

Raindrops tapped on his coat-covered shoulders as he stood before Vernon's casket, reading an eulogy. It felt as if even the sky was mocking his folly. So what if he had all that money when his death was still a mere flick of a wand away?

"People knew him. He had routines, beliefs, and experiences that shaped his life and mind. He worked, he spoke, he existed, and now he rests. I suppose that is the way of things. May he find peace in what lies next. We will remember him… Thank you."

It was an extremely stiff eulogy, lacking any personal touch or feelings. Even Dudley's face remained plain, unchanged, with no tears, no frowns, unaffected as if. He finished reading, folded the paper, and placed it in his pocket, stepping back.

He couldn't just act as if Vernon was a saint. The man had mistreated a baby, a toddler, a kid for years. There was certainly hell awaiting for the man if there was one. But Dudley knew this wasn't how Vernon deserved to go.

It was Lucius. It's definitely him.

Dudley had come to that conclusion after thinking about it a lot. Vernon's body had no injuries, not even the ones that came from falling onto the ground. For a man of Vernon's size, falling on the hard ground had to leave bruises behind. But there was none, and the muggle verdict was that he died from a heart attack.

He raised his head and watched the casket being lowered into the prepared grave. He looked around at the dozen or so figures who had come over. Not just muggles but a lot of wizards—Hufflepuff's head of the house, Hannah with her parents, Susan with Madam Bones, Sirius, Lily, Harry, Grangers, Weasleys, and even Dumbledore were there.

Petunia was a mess, crying uncontrollably. Thankfully, Vernon's elder sister, Marjorie was there to handle her.

Eventually, the grave was filled with soil.

"Take Mum home," Dudley ordered his aunt Marjorie and stayed behind, watching people pay respects one last time, come over to him, pat his shoulder, say how sorry they were, and leave.

First to leave were most of the muggles, mostly Vernon's colleagues. Then came wizards, Dumbledore first with Professor Sprout.

"Dudley!" Susan embraced him in a hug, her eyes more tearful than his own. Then came Hannah, and eventually they also left. The last ones to leave were Harry, the Grangers, and the Weasleys.

But for some reason, Lily had stayed behind. She approached him last and hugged him. To her, he responded, knowing she was the only person who knew the truth about him. The truth to why his eulogy lacked emotions.

"What will you do?" She asked.

Dudley studied her face for a moment, then let out a small sigh. "What gets me is that I don't feel anything. I know I should, but it's like my memories and emotions are distant, like they're not really mine. I can't fake it, not when all I can do is overthink it—so, yeah. Nothing. I won't do anything."

"You don't feel anything?" she asked, her eyes revealing genuine worry.

"Oh, I feel plenty—anger, disappointment, even rage. But I'm not about to let them see me lose my head. That's what they want, isn't it? For me to throw a fit like some child. No, I'll handle this my way, in my own time. Whatever happens, Vernon was my Dad, and he was murdered. There's only one way this ends."

"They?" Lily reached for his shoulder. "Who? I thought he was…"

"Leave it… You've got enough to deal with." Dudley pushed her hand away, his expression uneasy. He had not an ounce of confidence in their competence. If the world-famous Dumbledore couldn't do anything, there was no hope. "Don't go thinking I'll be leaping into your battles, waving a flag. I meant what I said—I want no part in this, not with you, not with that Dark Lord. I'll do what's necessary for my own… and Mum's survival."

"You're angry, Dudley."

"No kidding." Dudley huffed and waved his hand to his car driver in the distance. "I'll be home by night. Do me a favor and try to stay near Mum. I don't have the necessary emotional connection with her to calm her down. Only you know what she's probably feeling like."

Lily had already planned on doing that, so she simply nodded. "Take care, Dudley. Try not to do anything reckless."

"I know."

He walked straight to his company car and headed to his workplace. Only three days were left until the start of 4th year at Hogwarts so he didn't really have a lot of time to put things in motion.

It was raining profusely that day, the traffic making Dudley crazy. He still couldn't Apparate so the frustration grew. But he kept himself calm, having faced a lot more stress than this in his past life. Sadly, none of those were life-threatening like this one.

On top of that, there was no smartphone that he could use to plan his next steps. The tools he needed were only available at the company.

"Mr. Dursley, we've arrived." The driver parked the car in front of the D&D Capital's building.

"It's alright." Just as the driver was about to get out and hold an umbrella, Dudley took out his wand and tapped it on himself, drying his clothes. "You can go have lunch."

The driver was a squib. A son of two muggle-born wizards who had died during the previous Voldemort rising. With no inherited wealth to depend on and being a young orphan, his life wasn't a piece of cake. Forced to live a life between wizards and muggles, the man struggled to thrive in both. Without a wizarding education, or a higher muggle education, forced to remain a low-level blue-collar worker. That was until Dudley hired him.

Thankfully, the squibs were registered in the Ministry and it was easy to find men who hated Voldemort from the heart. But still, Dudley only looked for those who had families to care for, hence a lot more to lose by betraying him.

But now, Dudley had realized that money wasn't enough of a motivator. A squib would instantly betray him if his family was threatened by the Dark Lord. No, he needed enough strength to make all those working for him feel secure even against the Dark Lord.

He got out of the car and ran into the office building. With the ground floor acting as a nice, cozy, picturesque cafe, and the second floor being an upscale restaurant, he went to the elevator and punched for the top floors. D&D Capitals had expanded and now employed more than a hundred people, highly qualified and paid. Heck, hiring was still open.

Ding!

He walked out and passed the reception desk. As he continued to walk past the cubicles and cabins, almost all of the employees stood up as if shocked to see him there. They knew about his loss.

Dudley simply nodded at whoever greeted him and walked right into Edwin Hughes' corner office. The man was Senior Associate, Finance, and also the CFO of the company, second in command to Dudley.

"I'll get back to you." Edwin noticed Dudley's arrival and quickly ended his call and stood up. "You don't need to be at work toda—"

Dudley walked up to the table and took a seat, his face more serious than ever. "Do you have a world map here?"

"We should." Edwin walked over to the right side of the room where a wide cabinet was. He opened one of the drawers and took out a rolled, big map of the world. Since D&D was heavily invested in real estate, they had detailed, large maps of almost every major country and continent.

Quickly, Edwin unrolled the map on his table, knowing something big was headed his way.

Quickly, Dudley grabbed a magnifying glass and began looking around on the map, mostly off the western coast of Africa. "How many MPs do we have?"

"Reaching two hundred," Edwin answered.

"Are we close to the Prime Minister's office?"

"As one of Britain's top five, we are. But it rather depends on what you seek from them—some can be dreadfully rigid," Edwin answered, his curiosity finally getting the better of him. "What are we looking for?"

"Islands," Dudley said, at last, settling on a choice. "I'd like to buy islands from the British government. Starting with this one."

"Let me see." Edwin fixed his square-rimmed glasses and leaned closer to the map. "Saint Helena and Dependencies… Wait, isn't that the island where N—"

"Napoleon's grave rests, it is." Dudley interrupted, "I don't want to own this exclusively as private property. But I'd like to lease it for… let's say, fifty years."

"Why?"

"Personal reasons," Dudley replied and then pointed at another island further south. It was the most isolated island in the world. A remote, volcanic island from the Tristan da Cunha group. He wanted the largest one with Queen Mary's Peak. "And this one. I want these two at all costs."

Edwin scratched his head in confusion. As far as he knew, the two islands barely had any natural resources and they weren't even important enough to create military bases. They were just… islands.

"Can I ask again, why?"

"Private holiday islands. You can call it that, Edwin. I can't share the details but just know, it's extremely important for me. Important enough to put my life on the line."

"A bit dramatic, wouldn't you say? They're just islands. Hmm… A discreet approach would be far preferable—can't have Westminster up in arms over this," Edwin murmured, swiftly crunching the numbers. "Pricey, no doubt, but feasible. The second island in particular—an active volcano, of all things."

"Thank you." Dudley stepped back from the map. "Might be wise to push a bit harder on gaining influence in government. Tony Blair looks set to stick around, so best to put some backing behind him. Quietly, though—no need to make a fuss. On the Conservative front, see if we can get David Cameron to owe us a favor or two, but keep it discreet. As for America, a bit of investment in George W. Bush wouldn't go amiss—just don't go overboard. Best to keep things balanced."

"Oh? Name-dropping now? Careful, Dudley—you're starting to sound like an oracle." Edwin quipped, a hint of amusement in his tone. Still, there was no denying the truth of it all. Nearly all of Dudley's ventures had yielded record-breaking returns. "I'll follow your lead. Anything else?"

"For now, nothing." Dudley sat back in the chair and relaxed a little. "How did your daughter's school admission go? How old is she? Twelve? Fourteen?"

"Oh, she's fifteen. Seems I needn't have 'invested' in those private institutions after all—secured her place at a top school entirely on her own merit." Edwin proudly proclaimed while rolling up the map. "Proud of my Sophie."

"Which school?"

"Oh, it's an old school. You wouldn't know its nam—"

That's the same pitch that Vernon gave to his colleagues. Dudley frowned and decided to take a shot.

"Hogwarts?"

"..."

The rolled map fell from Edwin's hands.

"Hah!" Dudley chuckled. "I was right?"

"But you… I'm not supposed to…"

"That explains why I'm often so out of reach, doesn't it?" Dudley tried to clear up the doubts. "Please, take a seat. I suppose I can share a few things and offer some advice. Magic isn't that magical, just to be clear."

Eyes wide, Edwin grabbed a seat beside Dudley. "You're a wizard too?"

"Ten points to... Ah, she hasn't been sorted yet. Well, when you go home, perhaps you might suggest to your daughter that she choose either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff when the Sorting Hat ceremony comes. The other two, well, Slytherin, unfortunately, tends to attract those with rather extreme views, much like the Nazis. Gryffindor, on the other hand, is full of impulsive risk-takers, and that can sometimes lead to danger. And trust me, I could go on about the magical government and the Dark Lord, but that's another matter entirely…"

Dudley gave a quick crash course on the magical world and its history to Edwin. From the early wizards to Grindelwald, the rise of Voldemort and his end, and now his return, ending with Vernon's death.

Simple enough, all the flowery visions of the wizarding world that Edwin had, had vanished. Instead, he feared for his daughter.

"M-My Sophie will be targeted?"

"Well, she is a Muggle-born like me, so yes. But as long as she stays away from Slytherin and Gryffindor, she'll be all right. I'm four years senior, so I'll make sure to keep an eye on things for her." Dudley gave a reassuring pat on Edwin's shoulder. "Now you understand why I'm after those islands. They'll be my refuge. My father's death has really opened my eyes. To those blood purists, it doesn't matter how much wealth I acquire. They simply don't understand how to live with any decency."

Edwin sat in silence, staring at his feet, likely doubting his decision.

"Don't overthink it, Edwin. If she doesn't go to wizarding school and learn to control her powers, things could spiral out of control. Being an Obscurial is terribly dark and painful—it's a fate worse than death, really."

So there was a cliff on one side and a well on the other. Edwin sighed and nodded.

"Thank you, Dudley. I must admit, it's a lot to take in. The letter barely said anything and we were excited about it. I'll do my best to prepare both my daughter and wife mentally for what's ahead. Once again, I appreciate everything you've done—if there's anything further I can assist with, don't hesitate to let me know. I can see now why you were so insistent on coming here today." Edwin gave his boss a quick hug. "I'll pray for your father's soul to rest in peace."

"You're religious?" Dudley asked back.

"I wasn't until I saw Sophie performing accidental magic," Edwin replied and made a silent prayer, gripping the cross pendant on his neck.

Dudley chuckled and got up, starting to leave. "That's… odd."

"Why?"

Dudley grabbed the door handle and grinned back, knowing his next words were going to make Edwin question his existence. "Well, it's quite possible that Jesus was a Muggle-born wizard as well. A remarkably powerful one, I guess."

"..."

Thud!

Dudley left.

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The following three days were depressing. The air inside the home was of melancholy and helplessness. Vernon was not a perfect man to many but to Petunia he was perfect. His demise marked a major change in Petunia's life. With no parents to rely on, Petunia had to live in that house all alone with Dudley at school.

For the first time, she realized that money couldn't buy happiness. Thanks to her son, she didn't need to go out and work. But that didn't make her merry.

Thankfully, Lily was a master potioneer and had just the things to calm Petunia down and make her think logically. To her, Vernon's death was from a natural cause and that was all she needed to know.

"Please take care of yourself, Dudley." Petunia hugged him in the driveway before he left for the station. "You're all I have left."

He hugged her back, holding her there for a moment.

"Don't worry, Mum. I'll be safe."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched Dudley sit in the car. She waved and continued to do so until the car vanished in the distance.

This time, she felt scared of entering her house.

Scared of the solitude.

For some reason, she wondered if this was what Harry felt like all those years.

That mere thought crushed her in regrets.

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I don't like this.

Dudley felt all eyes on him as he entered the Great Hall for dinner and the sorting ceremony. All the murmurs and faint giggles directed at him made him feel nauseous. But he still strode in tall and took a seat between Susan and Hannah, his usual spot.

Even the teachers. He noticed the eyes from the teachers' table.

"Dudley."

Yet, he felt calm. Susan on his left and Hannah on his right, both girls gripped his hand under the table, their thighs pressed into him as if trying to make him feel warm and cozy.

"Oh, come on, don't sulk like that. I'm not sad—just a bit cross, really." Dudley gave their hand a gentle squeeze. "Besides, this year's going to be exciting."

"How?" Susan asked.

"You'll know soon."

Finally, the Sorting ceremony started. One after another the names went by and eventually, Dudley heard Sophia Hughes. His ears perked up, and he glanced at the young brown-haired girl, excited and nervous at the same time.

"Ravenclaw!" The Sorting hat shouted.

Better than Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Dudley waved at the girl as she passed by his table. She waved back, gleeful almost.

"Who is she?" Hannah inquired.

"My CFO's daughter. She's a muggle-born and her father was a little worried. Well, Ravenclaw is good." He stopped worrying and looked forward to Dumbledore's announcement. But then dinner appeared on the table and everyone began eating.

When's he going to announce it?

He began devouring food too: meat, bread, beans, and puddings. Slowly, as the last of crumbs vanished from the plates, Dumbledore arose and stepped to the podium.

Here it comes.

"Now that we are fed and watered, I must ask once more for your attention while I give out a few notices." Dumbledore started with the basic briefing. Such as Filch's ever-growing list of forbidden objects that now stood at 437. Then Dumbledore warned about the Forest before coming back to the main event.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year. This is due to an event that will be starting in October and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy, but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

Murmurs rose across the hall. Students who knew what it was shouted in excitement and explained it to their friends. But it was not needed as Dumbledore continued to explain.

"You knew about this?" Susan questioned, squeezing Dudley's thighs now instead.

Dudley raised his hands in surrender. "I may or may not have known."

Hannah squeezed his thigh too. "Are you going to participate?"

"What? No way! I've already got a great big target on me as it is. I've no interest in making it any bigger. Besides, let Dumbledore talk. It's not like I could join in even if I wanted to."

And just then, Dumbledore finished explaining. Simple to say that not many were happy with only the 7th year allowed to participate in the tournament.

"See." Dudley shrugged and finished his pudding.

"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be staying with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us… rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop Chop!"

Dumbledore finished speaking and dismissed all the students.

Dudley got up with a yawn and walked with Susan and Hannah. He really wanted to take them to his dorm room and cuddle with them. He was in no mood for sexual gratification, and for now, he just wanted warm hugs.

"Hah, look at him go, shameless as always."

That particular snarky voice caught his attention just as he exited the Great Hall and entered the hallway. There on the side stood Draco with his usual gang, all of them sneering at Dudley.

This bastard. Dudley wondered if Draco knew about what Lucius did.

"I was there when it happened," Draco drawled, his laughter sharp and cruel, loud. "He couldn't even run—too fat, wasn't he? Hah! Fell flat on his face, and guess what? The great lump croaked from a heart attack! The only one to die, and not from anything impressive—just his own weight! Utterly pathetic, haha!"

He knows something. Dudley had ensured the Daily Prophet didn't write anything about a heart attack. Only the death was supposed to be reported. So, Draco knowing the reason meant Lucius told him about it.

Everyone knew who Draco was pointing at, so all eyes fell on Dudley.

Just bankrupting you is too kind. I'll ruin your name and legacy too. Dudley's hatred for Malfoys increased significantly.

"What?!" Dudley shouted. "Hang on—why do I hear a dog barking? You know what happens to a barking dog, Susan? They get smacked in the face!"

"You!" Draco sneered and rushed towards Dudley, standing an arm's length away. "Are you threatening me, Dursley?"

"Wait, I was talking about…" Dudley, acting shocked, looked left and right. He then leaned closer and whispered so only Draco and his friends could hear him. "Draco, since when did you become a dog? Wait, whose fault is that? Did your father shag a bitch or did your mother fu—"

Draco snapped and bared his wand. "Dare say another word!"

"Woah!" Dudley raised his hands high. "To threaten another student during such an important event. That's bold, Draco. Proper terrifying, really. I'm so scared."

Dudley said that last part in the most feminine voice possible.

Hearing all the giggling voices around, Draco ashamedly stepped back and put his wand away. His lips twitched but he said nothing for a moment.

"Careful, mudblood. He's back."

He's lost.

Dudley instantly lost any semblance of restraint towards Draco from that comment. If the guy was brave enough to support Voldemort's return like that, it was too late already.

"I'm tired. Let's head to bed."

Finally, he took his girls back to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Begrudgingly, he went to the boy's dorm and dropped onto his bed.

It's going to be a chaotic year. He reckoned.

Fake Moody's eye was a little too focused, he felt. Not just on Harry but on him too.

I gotta start preparing.

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Potions, Charms, and Arithmancy—Dudley looked forward to the first day of the 4th year. He started the day with a lot of expectations. He freshened up and had a little make-out session with his cute and lovely Hannah in an isolated corner to start the day.

Fantastic breakfast since the school was preparing to host the guests. Everything was spotless and was still being cleaned. It felt like the school regained its soul.

Of course, that only lasted half the day as he received a summon from the Headmaster's office. Once he arrived there, he found none other than Lucius Malfoy standing inside, proud, regally dressed, cane in hand, chin high with a smug smile on his face.

The smile was annoying and infuriating as it was directed at Dudley the whole time.

"Ah, my apologies, Mr. Dursley," Dumbledore began with a gentle smile. "It seems Mr. Malfoy here thought it quite necessary to discuss the idea of the bank you proposed."

Dudley looked at the blond man.

That smirk.

"Mr. Dursley," Lucius drawled, his voice laced with condescension, as one might address a particularly dim house-elf. "A most regrettable turn of events. Such a pity—no one could save your father in time."

He's mocking me. That smile… is mocking me.

"I quite agree. I'm still a bit taken aback by everything that's happened. Well, it's my lunch hour, so how may I help you? I understand you're looking to invest in the bank. Your interest is greatly appreciated, Mr. Malfoy." Dudley steered the conversation.

Lucius nodded and took out a letter of intent. "I intend to deposit one million Galleons in your bank. Provided your stated interest rates remain intact, I foresee no objections. However, I require this assurance in writing—signed and sealed."

Wait? Dudley furrowed, a touch of confusion flickering across his face, though he quickly masked it. So, he wants to put the money in my bank? Not taking a share in the bank itself?

That was utterly and absolutely dumb. Lucius was giving him 50 million pounds worth of gold galleons. All for measly interest returns.

He has no darn clue how muggle banks work. Ah, it's going to be much easier to deal with the Malfoys it seems.

"Signed and sealed? Of course, that's my guarantee, Mr. Malfoy."

"Should you fail to meet the agreed-upon interest rate, I expect you to pay a penalty—a sum double the amount I have so graciously invested," Lucius added, a condition never before discussed.

Ah, he wants to bankrupt me instead? Let me guess, he's going to keep adding money to my Bank until it becomes too big for interest returns? Dudley didn't know if he should laugh or laugh even louder. The man, for some reason, thought the money added to the Bank would remain untouched.

"Hmm…" He acted, a false struggle on his face. "Double? I'm confident."

"Then we should make the deal," Lucius suggested.

"Alright then," Dudley said, raising his hand. As he had anticipated, Lucius took it with his gloved hand, shaking it. "We'll exchange the transfer and sign the agreement tomorrow. Professor Dumbledore can act as the witness if he's agreeable."

Lucius nodded. "That is adequate."

With that, Lucius bid Dumbledore his farewell and started walking towards the door. But the man couldn't help himself, pausing and muttering.

"Once again, how dreadful it was, Mr. Dursley. I trust your father has found the peace he so deserves in the afterlife."

Dudley merely nodded, taking a deep breath.

Go ahead, show me your cards, Lucius. I'll save mine for later.

Finally, the proud Malfoy left.

"Mr. Dursley," Dumbledore said softly from his chair, peering over the rims of his glasses with a knowing gaze. "I trust you know what you're doing."

"I know, Professor. I know exactly what I'm doing."

Dudley also left the Headmaster's office. But instead of returning to the Great Hall, he left the castle and went to the owlery. There, he wrote a quick letter and sent it flying.

Its contents were simple.

Find me Muggle-born wizards, struggling to make ends meet, especially from impoverished countries like Myanmar and Cambodia. Nations outshined by large neighbors—I have an offer that they can't refuse.

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It wasn't easy to control anger. It wasn't easy to hold back his fist from smashing Draco's face. It wasn't easy to not use his money for nefarious reasons. Hired hitmen were available even among wizards, after all.

But that was too small of a reaction. An easy way out to take out his anger. Rather, he wanted to do it with his own hands. Take everything away from Lucius and Draco that they considered valuable.

For that, he needed not only money but also strength. Both in magic and numbers.

Knock! Knock!

"Professor?" Dudley arrived at Professor Septima Vector's classroom and entered. "You asked for me?"

"I certainly did, Mr. Dursley." Professor Vector responded from her table, her lips curved in a smile. "I have the most wonderful news for you."

"You finished the research?" he asked back.

Professor Vector pushed a thick stack of papers towards Dudley. "Not only finished but also approved by the Department of Magical Education."

That means…

Dudley felt excited by that prospect. He hadn't seen the entire research, but he knew most of it. "Can I start testing it, Professor?"

"Precisely why I sought you out. This research hinges upon the most advanced Arithmancy—far beyond the grasp of even exceptional wizards without years of rigorous study. But you, my dear, are uniquely gifted. I have no doubt you shall be the first to bring my theories to life."

Dudley folded his arms and chuckled. "So you need a guinea pig?"

"Well…" Professor Vector smirked and looked up at him. "You will be sufficiently compensated."

He knew what she meant by that, and in truth, he wanted to try that research anyway. Her compensation was just an add-on he wasn't going to refuse.

"In that case, I'll try my best, Professor." He said and grabbed a copy of the research papers. "I'll start right away."

"Wonderful!" Professor Vector clapped her hands and stood up. "Find me here if any part troubles you or… if you need the compensation."

"Will do, Professor."

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Sadly, Dudley didn't have free time that day to truly start working on the research. The beginning of the year was always the most chaotic because of all the new spells and potions. Of course, he didn't struggle at potions, but he did have to work a little extra on other subjects.

Furthermore, the teachers wanted to cram as much curriculum as they could in time before the start of the Triwizard tournament.

Also, sitting in Moody's class while knowing the man was a fake felt like a chore to Dudley. While the man did teach well, knowing his intention ruined his interest. Most of the time, he was questioning why the man looked at him more times than any other student in his Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw combined class.

"...When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

Dudley chuckled in his seat, seated a little in the back with Hannah to his right and Susan, begrudgingly on a different desk, to his left. He wondered if Moody gave the exact same speech in the Gryffindor-Slytherin class.

"Something funny, Mr. Dursley?"

Always looking at me, isn't he?

"Nothing, Sir. I just feel the name sounds very… unoriginal." Dudley said, maintaining his usual confident demeanor that made him Dudley Dursley.

"Really? Then what do you suggest we call it?" Moody asked in a voice of ridicule.

Dudley stood up and shrugged. "I don't know. How about Small-Cock Curse?"

"Pfft!" Hannah beside him wheezed. Then the entire class howled in laughter.

Dudley finished his words then. "I mean, just picture it—a Dark Wizard getting caught, and the next day, it's all over the papers. Draco Malfoy caught for Small Cock Curse! Off to Azkaban! That'd be something, wouldn't it? Might even put wizards off using it."

That erupted the class once again in a burst of uncontrolled laughter. Heck, even the fake Moody chuckled and quickly drank the potion.

"Very funny, Mr. Dursley. But do you know the names of these curses?"

"Of course I do. My cousin was hit by one, wasn't he? There are three of them—the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse," Dudley answered seriously.

"Three, that's right!" False Moody returned to the blackboard and wrote down the names. "The Ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say differently! You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared! So, which curse shall we see first?"

"All of them," Susan responded from her seat. "My aunt never even let me read about them."

"Ah, Ms. Bones. Quite expected, really—the head of the DMLE would adhere to Ministry protocols. But I am no bureaucrat! I know what lurks beyond, and it will devour you fledgling cubs without a second thought!"

What followed was a real showcase of the three Unforgivable Curses. It didn't bother many in the class, unlike what had likely happened in the Gryffindor class.

As soon as the DADA class was over, they all went to the Charms class. This time Dudley sat at the farthest back of the classroom on the rightmost edge of the staircase-like chairs and tables. He loved that spot because the tables in front of them were completely covered to the eyes of the lower seats of the teacher, which meant Dudley could move his hands freely to explore his girls.

On his left sat Hannah and on his right was Susan. Susan had discarded her black robe and placed it on her lap.

Dudley saw that as an invitation and tried to slide his hand under her robe and feel her soft legs. Although she'd worn black stockings, they weren't like the common ones. No, hers were like long socks that went to her thighs, meaning the rest of her soft flesh was accessible to him. The same was the case for Hannah.

Truly, the three were as perverted as one could be in Hogwarts. Completely unashamed and always aroused.

"Shh…" Susan suddenly swatted his hand away and pushed her black robe from her lap to his instead. Then, she secretly spat on her palm and slid it underneath the robe, and masterfully unzipped his pants before diving in.

Dudley's head turned towards the red-haired, big-bosomed girl, shocked. He'd never received a handjob in the classroom before like that. Mostly it was him sliding his fingers in them because it was easier to access them under the skirts.

"Careful," Dudley warned her and focused at the front as Professor Flitwick had just entered. He reckoned it was a good thing the man was short.

Susan giggled and gripped his semi-erect shaft. Her warm hand wrapped tightly around him and easily fetched him out of the opening, all hidden under the black robes.

"Hey, let me join," Hannah murmured from Dudley's left and slid her right hand under the robes.

Hannah's hand joined in, and he felt her small palm on his growing purple mushroom head. He shuddered in arousal, almost all the goosebumps on his body rising. Feeling their soft and warm hands stroking him instantly brought his erection to its peak, standing tall like a little soldier.

The two girls leaned lower and forward on their desks, reaching lower into his loins. But above the table they acted as if they were focused on Professor Flitwick's lesson; Susan twirled her hair with her other hand, while Hannah flipped through her book.

They slowly stroked his long sinewy shaft. He was big, enough for the two girls to find space to hold him with their hands and stroke him.

At times, Susan would glide her fist over his length while Hannah kneaded his smooth, bald tip and teased his tiny opening. In another moment, they would switch, and Hannah would wring his shaft while Susan titillated the rim of his crown.

Both girls knew what they were doing, and playfully glanced at the expression Dudley tried to hide from time to time.

"Good morning, boys and girls! Today, we shall delve into one of the most ancient spells in wizarding history—the Summoning Charm!" Professor Flitwick chirped, balancing atop a stack of books. "It's a rather useful little spell, quite simple too! The incantation is Ah-kee-oh…"

Susan giggled near Dudley's ear right then and murmured. "Accio climax."

Dudley held back a chuckle and placed both his arms on the desk in front of him. He felt their strokes increasing, but then Hannah, the ever-growing braver girl went further and squeezed his balls out of the zipper opening too. It was a tight squeeze but she succeeded.

Hannah tickled and stroked his treasured pouch with her delicate little fingers, teaching the line under his shaft, down between his family jewels, and lower towards the sensitive spot hidden beneath.

"Hm…" Dudley exhaled in insane arousal. It had been a week since the 4th year had started and many weeks since the Quidditch World Cup incident. All that time he'd avoided intimate exchanges and tried to focus on dealing with problems.

He had a lot of pent-up sexual tension stored in those balls and it seemed the two girls knew it too.

When no one was paying attention, they would add more spit onto their hands, letting it squish between their palm and his shaft. Then, smearing it all over Dudley's hard, swollen manhood. The barely audible squelch carried a tickle that aroused him even more, bubbling up on his flesh and rolling down on his sensitive skin.

Susan would twirl her fingers around the rim of his foreskin, sliding the tip of her index finger up and down his toy-sized opening.

Hannah wrung her circled finger around his base, sliding it up and down his throbbing shaft in a slow, agonizing rhythm.

As Flitwick ended the speech, it became dangerous to continue. But the two girls seemed adamant about stroking him to completion. Their eyes focused on the professor while their hands left not part of him untouched.

"Now, just as I demonstrated—flick your wands and speak the incantation clearly!" Professor Flitwick chirped, placing a single silver cup on the table at the front of the class. "We'll go one at a time—no need to fret if it doesn't work immediately! Every spell takes practice!"

Dudley straightened his back and whispered to the two girls. "Get ready, he's going to call names."

Susan and Hannah were too daring. Not for a moment did they leave his throbbing cock alone, untouched. As they were sitting at the farthest back on the rightmost side, Professor Flitwick looked at Susan and called for her to try.

"Ms. Bones, give it a try."

This girl! Dudley noticed her flinch but she still didn't leave his cock alone. She stopped stroking, but her grip hardened around the base.

Susan grabbed her wand with her right hand and pointed it at the cup. "Accio silver cup!"

Woosh!

Clank!

The cup flew and landed right in front of Susan on the table. Even she was shocked that it worked, evident by her even tighter, almost painful squeeze on Dudley's cock.

"Splendid! On the very first try! Five points to Hufflepuff!" Professor Flitwick squeaked excitedly, summoning the cup back to the table with a flick of his wand. "Now, Mr. Dursley, let's see you give it a go!"

Unlike most cases, Dudley wasn't worried about this spell. Although he devastatingly sucked at spellcasting, there were a few spells he'd trained from the beginning. Summoning Spell was one of them. It was the most basic and also the most handy one, after all.

"Accio Silver Cup."

Clank!

The cup once again landed on his desk, right in front of him.

"Perfect! You next, Ms. Abbot."

Hannah bit her lip, covering up an annoyed pout. She begrudgingly took away her hand since her right hand was dominant. She sat up straight under the eyes of the Professor and other students and started to wave her wand.

Taking the opportunity, Susan stroked Dudley with a heated fervor, fully plunging him in her kneading grip from tip to base. With deep, wet strokes that also grow tighter and stronger.

Dudley gulped, feeling on the edge. The fire in his loins was already gathering below, threatening to burst out from the constant milking.

But then Susan whispered, "I won points, where's my reward?"

Dudley smirked and replied. "Almost… Just a little more."

"Accio Silver Cup!"

Ting!

The silver cup landed in front of Hannah. Of course, Dudley had made his girls practice too. There was no way he'd leave the two behind academically. He cherished his friendship and understanding with them. Without them, Hogwarts would have been utterly boring, he felt.

"My goodness! What a perfect start to class!" Flitwick was jumping on his heels. It was common for Dudley to mess up his first tries but this time it had all been perfect. "Let's continue then!"

Hannah gently leaned towards her desk once more and secretly spat in her hand. She extended her hand under the desk, and quickly found the full throbbing erection she yearned for. Though, she first swatted Susan's hand away as she was hogging all of Dudley's cock.

Dudley chuckled a bit, amused by the two milkmaids eager for work. He relaxed a little when Susan let go, but suddenly felt tense again when Hannah polished his swollen head with her cold hand.

Both girls settled on one end of his lengthy cock. Susan worshiped his family jewels and teased his base endlessly; while Hannah stroked his knob and polished his crown. Both girls met in the middle as they stroked, the random and different sensations flooding his senses. It was as if his body didn't know if it should thrust or pull out, coming and going with intense pleasure.

Their hands stroked him, gliding smoothly over all the saliva.

However, the rest of the class didn't go as smoothly for Flitwick. Other students hadn't succeeded as easily as Dudley and his girls. The flying cups took everyone's attention away, afraid they would miss the chance to dodge a random cannonball-like silver cup.

While everyone was focused on their spellcasting, the girls were focused on the pulsing flesh on their palms.

They could feel his throbs and twitches, and they knew he was close. So they start stroking him harder, their spit squelching around between their fingers. The sounds almost became audible, wet and sticky, and as naughty as they remembered.

"Hm…" Dudley warned them with a hum.

"Time for the reward." Susan muttered and 'accidentally' knocked her wand off the table. She dove under the table and tucked her head under the black robe.

Without missing a beat, she swatted Hannah's hand away and used both hands to stroke Dudley's sizable erection, pulling down his foreskin eagerly. Her craving hot breath blew onto his sensitive tip.

Parting her lips, she quickly suckled onto his twitching head, plunging him deep into her throat in one go.

Dudley almost jolted when he felt the sudden heat enveloping his cock, milking him with intense sucks. His stomach contracted, and the muscles of his neck struggled to gulp. In shock and pleasure, he whispered curses while breathing through his teeth. His fists balled up on the table until his knuckles turned white, he had to focus on keeping himself from making a sound. But the pleasure was too unbearable.

Hannah, annoyed that she had to stop teasing Dudley, sat back in her seat. She crossed her arms irately and watched the black robe on his lap move up and down.

Under the robe, Susan sucked and slurped each line of dripping slobber off of Dudley's iron-hard erection, letting it drip back down onto the head of his cock from the tip of her tongue before bobbing her head up and down on it. She took him deep into her throat, her lips forming a vacuum seal around his shaft. Her hands also stroke him around the base the whole time.

Unable to hold it anymore, Dudley finally placed a palm on her head as a sign. He held her there with his cockhead stuck inside her bulging cheeks, suckling him constantly while her tongue danced around his crown.

Susan locked her lips tightly around the rim of his cockhead. Her fist was still stroking his twitching, rigid shaft.

It wasn't long before that blissful eruption gripped Dudley's core, his muscles cramped, legs tensing and twitching until they hurt. Lightning bolts of fulfillment finally struck, again and again, releasing hot bursts of batter into that sweltering mouth. He could almost feel his body jolt with each heavy spray.

Weeks' worth of viscous, scentful, sticky cream spilled into Susan's mouth and coated her throat. He could even feel the thickness of that climax as it traveled out of him. It was so much that she gulped it down once and almost choked as more of it filled her mouth. But she never coughed and kept stroking him, squeezing every last drop into her mouth.

She lapped it all up like a master, her gulps even audible to Dudley. But she had to be fast and almost fucked her face with his calming cock, squeezing out every last drop and washing him clean with her spit.

"Huh…" Susan finally sat back and wiped the corner of her lips with a satisfied smile. "That was a lot."

"Hmph." Hannah scoffed from the side.

Dudley chuckled and pushed the black robes over Hannah's lap and quickly started touching her under her skirt. His finger started teasing the bridge of her panties, her meaty, full thighs the source of his joy every time. "Shh… I'll give you the whole course later."

"Fine." Hannah spread her legs a little and let him touch to his heart's content for the remainder of the class. Not that she hated it, after all.

Susan heard them and chimed. "Me too."

"Both of you," Dudley responded.

Joining Hufflepuff was the best decision of this life.

He truly believed that at that point.

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It was summer and the breeze was nice outside. With Hannah and Susan, Dudley went out of the castle after the last class. Although the desired destination was the large tree beside the lake, best for some privacy, it quickly turned into a large gathering as he heard Harry, Hermione, and Ron joining him.

Then that led to more additions, such as Neville, Parvati, Lavender, Ginny, and even a few from Ravenclaw.

In the end, Dudley sat by the tree, his back resting against the trunk. Beside him and around him sat the others in a circle, all chatting and basking in the sunlight. Most were excited about the upcoming Triwizard tournament. Many wondered what the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang would be like.

"I'm relieved none of us have to take part," Hermione said, sitting primly with her knees folded to one side, a book balanced in her hand, right in front of Dudley.

Ron rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Bullocks. I wanted in on it. Why'd the Ministry even bother? It's like putting the best apple right in front of us and saying we can't have a bite."

Dudley chuckled and took Hermione's side on that. "She's got a point, mate. Ever wonder why they scrapped the tournament after 1792? Too many champions ended up dead. And if it was too dangerous for them back then—when people were a lot tougher than we are now—just think how bad this Triwizard Tournament must be."

"Exactly!" Hermione exclaimed. "I read about it and…"

Hermione went on to elaborate on the history of the Triwizard tournament. For once, everyone there listened to her intently.

"Why even bother, then?" Lavender huffed. "That's like saying everyone's life matters—except the seventh years!"

"That's pretty much it," Dudley replied and raised his head high, then his arm, waving at a certain, curious blonde girl in the distance. "Luna! Here."

Probably on her hunt for some mysterious creature, the petite girl smiled and skipped over to their little crowd.

"Hi, Dudley. Hi, Harry. Hello, Ron. Hi, Hermione…"

She actually greeted everyone by their name.

"Come on, take a seat," Dudley offered.

Luna looked left and right at the circle. Then, she stepped forward between Harry and Ron and instead of sitting down, walked over to Dudley. Once in front of him, she turned around and sat down between his extended legs.

"Wha…" Even he was a little shocked by her unashamed closeness.

"Hm…"

Hannah and Susan, on his left and right, reacted by crossing their arms. If eyes could kill, this was the moment.

"What are you doing?" Dudley asked the curious girl.

But it backfired on Dudley.

In response, Luna leaned further back into him, her soft bottom smashing against his groin, and her slender back pressing into his body. Her head only reached his chin, so she reclined her head back to look up at his face. "You said take a seat, so I sat down."

She's so… Cute. Dudley looked at her face and just couldn't help his manhood from reacting to that feminine warmth. Heck, she even smelled peculiar but nice. His mind told him to wrap his arms around her doll-like frame and hold her there.

"Alright… I guess." He didn't ask her to leave as that would have revealed a tent forming in his pants. It was raging by now and he was certain she could feel it too.

Though seeing the expressions on the other girls, they didn't mind it either it seemed. Lavender was chuckling with a smirk, Hermione looked slightly uncomfortable, and Ginny was winking at Luna for some reason. As for Hannah and Susan, he only saw jealousy.

Harry didn't seem that reactive, but Ron and Neville were a different story. They couldn't stop looking at Luna's leggings-clad legs as the girl stretched her legs out straight while reclining on Dudley's bear-like frame.

"Oh, by the way, did Moody happen to show you all the Unforgivable Curses?" Dudley changed the subject.

Don't… Don't hug her waist.

The struggle was real for Dudley. Controlling that erection was impossible. He looked at Harry's face the whole time instead, trying to remember the madness that the school was soon going to face because of him.

"He did, unfortunately." Hermione recoiled, her brows knitting together. "It was absolutely unnecessary! H-He used the Killing Curse—right on my desk—just to kill a spider!"

"I wouldn't mind." Ron reacted.

Hermione sneered at her friend and gestured towards Neville, who just stared at the grass. "They're called Unforgivable for a reason, Ron! They're cruel, they destroy lives—and casting one in a classroom? It's barbaric!"

"That's where you've got it wrong, Hermione," Dudley said, a bit thoughtful. "I don't think magic itself is dark or light—it's the person using it that matters. If Dumbledore used the Killing Curse in a fair duel against someone truly evil, that's justice. But if You-Know-Who did it, it'd be wicked. Locking up everyone who's ever used it without thinking about why… Well, that doesn't seem right, does it?"

Well, of course, he was against laws like that. They left decent folks without the knowledge to defend themselves, making them easy targets when those spells were turned against them. All that would do is leave good people defenseless when trouble comes knocking.

"Gotta agree there," Lavender chimed in.

"Even I agree," Ron added.

"But…" Hermione looked at Neville.

"Hermione, that's a nice thought, and it'd be great if the world were fair and honest. But it's not, is it?" Dudley said and focused on Neville. "Oh, and Neville—hang back a moment after the others go. I'd like a quick word about your parents."

Neville looked up with a confused frown. "W-What?"

"It's confidential."

As if Susan and Hannah heard his thoughts, the two girls stood up and patted their backs clean.

Dudley did the same, finally gripping Luna's thin waist with his two hands and lifting her up to her feet with him. The softness, the squishiness of her waist almost made Dudley worry that he'd break her.

Jesus! Someone needs to start feeding this girl.

He used Luna's cover to fix his erection before moving the girl away. "You know what, Neville? Let's go for a walk. Give them a bit of space to chat, yeah?"

"I'm going back to the dorms." Susan shrugged. "Still working on that study material you gave."

"I'll go help her." Hannah put her arm around Susan's shoulder.

Dudley gave them a nod and a wink. The plan was to meet after dinner for their nightly meeting, after all. And since he had unrestricted access to the Arithmancy classroom, he had all the space needed to play with the two.

Soon, Neville hesitantly followed Dudley alongside the lake.

"W-What did you want to talk about?" Neville asked, trying to pace himself but always falling behind due to his hesitant steps.

What a ruined potential. Talk about one old hag ruining a wizard's potential.

"Can I see your wand?" Dudley asked. "You can check mine if that makes it better."

Neville hesitantly took out his wand and handed it over. He'd heard nothing but great things about Dudley from Harry over the past four years, after all.

Dudley exchanged it with his own. "Damn, it's a rather nice-looking wand, isn't it?"

Neville proudly smiled and nodded. "I-It's my father's wand."

"What?" Dudley stopped short and turned to face Neville, blinking in surprise. "No wonder you suck at magic."

My acting skills are getting better.

Embarrassed, Neville didn't even respond to that belittling.

Dudley got closer and patted Neville's shoulder. "Mate, haven't you heard the first rule of wands? It's Ollivander's whole thing—the wand picks the wizard. Tell me, didn't Ron get better last year?"

Neville frowned and nodded. "H… He did, I think."

"Well, Ron was using a hand-me-down wand until he broke it in his second year. I don't know how big of a difference it causes, but owning a wand that doesn't match you has got to have some setbacks, don't you think? Why don't you buy one at Ollivanders?"

"M-My grandma won't…"

"She doesn't have to know," Dudley replied and started walking again. "Just pop into Ollivander's next time you're in Diagon Alley. Mention my name, and he'll sort you out with a wand—no charge. Owes me that much after I helped him expand to America and Europe. I've even got three shops next to his on one side and four on the other—ah, never mind that. Just do it, and you can square things with me once you've graduated and got yourself sorted, yeah?"

Neville scratched his head awkwardly. "Why are you helping me?"

"Why not? You're my friend by proxy, aren't you? And I think you can be a pretty decent wizard, it's pretty much in your blood." He hesitated for a moment before shifting the subject.

"Listen, I wanted to talk about your parents. I read up a bit on the Cruciatus Curse, and from what I gather, it fries the brain. The thing is, wizards aren't exactly advanced when it comes to treating injuries beyond flesh wounds and broken bones. So, hear me out—you should have them seen by a top-class Muggle hospital, one that specializes in brain injuries. They might be able to help in ways wizarding folk can't."

Neville understood that Dudley's intentions were kind and didn't react like he would have otherwise when someone mentioned his parents. "Muggles are that advanced?"

"Hah, mate. Muggles built machines that fly, weapons that could level Hogwarts in the blink of an eye. So yeah, they've got MRIs and all sorts of brain injury cures. I know your gran might not see it that way—probably doesn't realize how far Muggles have come. But don't let that sort of prejudice stop you. If nothing else, an MRI could at least tell you whether your parents have a chance of getting better or not."

That part hurt deeply.

Neville clenched his fist. "They really can?"

Of that, Dudley was sure. "They can, yeah. The machines can tell if the damage to the mind is too far gone. But look at it another way—if Muggle machines can spot exactly which bit of the brain is hurt, then maybe there's a potion that could heal just that bit. Mixing Muggle and magical medicine might be exactly what your parents need."

It was barely anything. But it all signified hope for Neville.

Finally, Neville inhaled a deep breath and nodded his head. "I'll try to convince my grandma. I promise."

"If you do, just give me a shout. I can tell you the right hospital and the best way to go about it. Your parents will need the proper paperwork, or the hospital might ring up the police."

"Thank you, Dudley." Neville handed back the wand.

Dudley patted his shoulder and pushed him along. "Don't say it yet. If something good comes out of it all, buy me a nice meal."

This was a long shot. Dudley had no reason to help Neville but he did it anyway. If something good came out of it he'd have the Longbottoms indebted to him. By proxy, he'd earn the gratitude of the Order of the Phoenix and most of Gryffindor.

"Let's go back now."

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Time flew by quicker than Dudley expected. He spent most of it focused on Susan and Hannah, occasionally earning compensation from Professor Vector, and now and then offering Padma a bit of help with Potions. On top of that, he was deep in his own practical implementation of Professor Vector's research. There wasn't much room left in his days for anything but progress.

Before he knew it, the 30th of October had arrived, marking the start of the Triwizard Tournament.

The Beauxbatons students, led by their headmistress, Madame Maxime, arrive in a magnificent, light-blue carriage the size of a house, pulled by a dozen winged Abraxans. The students coming out of it were dressed elegant and graceful, wearing fine silk robes, and they shivered in the cold Scottish air right away.

Dudley laughed from the balcony, admiring the magical carriage more than the occupants. He pondered how much it'd cost to buy.

Soon after, Durmstrang made its entrance in an equally striking fashion. Led by Igor Karkaroff, arrived with his students in a massive, enchanted ship that emerged from the depths of the Black Lake.

Unlike the Beauxbatons students, the Durmstrang students were dressed in heavy furs.

"What are they, monks?" Dudley commented, chewing on some caramel popcorn he'd made himself. "Let's just go back to the Great Hall. It's gonna be a neat feast tonight."

"Seriously? The food excites you more than students from another magical school?" Susan asked, truly baffled by how her secret lover remained so calm while the rest of the school buzzed with excitement.

Dudley gave a small shrug. "Well, aside from how we talk and what we wear, is it really that different? We learn the same spells, don't we?"

"You sound like an old man sometimes." Susan smacked his arm away from her waist and grabbed Hannah before running over to watch the two schools enter.

Dudley sighed and went to the Great Hall, taking his seat at the Hufflepuff table. Thankfully, the food was already on the table, likely meant to be decoration. So, he fetched himself a nice slice of pumpkin pie.

Slowly, the entire Great Hall was filled with students of Hogwarts. Susan and Hannah joined him again on each of his sides. After that, the professors also arrived, including the Minister for Magic and…

What the… Lily?

To Dudley's shock, he saw Lily entering behind the Minister for Magic. There was also Lucius Malfoy for some reason, glaring at Lily the whole time.

What did she do now?

Clack!

Then, the large gates opened.

"Join me…" Dumbledore's voice roared. "In welcoming the lovely students of Beauxbatons."

Dudley watched intently, expecting an over-the-top, cringy entrance with Fleur at the lead.

He was left disappointed. The Beauxbatons students walked in normally, just waving at the Hogwarts students all around.

Should have known once I saw the boys in their group too. Dudley munched on another piece of pie. Even from that distance, he saw Fleur appearing out of the ordinary. It was as if she was the center of attention from the get-go. All of the Hogwarts boys nearby were swooning over her, while the girls seemed annoyed.

I don't see Gabrielle this time.

Soon, the Beauxbatons students sat down at the Ravenclaw table.

"Now, our friends from the North. Please greet the proud students of Drumstrang and their headmaster, Igor Karkaroff."

Once again, the Drumstrang students walked in normally and took a seat at the Slytherin table, fitting to their style.

"That was anticlimactic," Dudley murmured.

But then, he suddenly smelled something strange. Something extremely nice, as if spring itself. Flowers too.

"Ehmm… Monsieur Dursley?"

Fuck!

His head snapped to the side and there she was, in that silky dress, tall and feminine, silver-blonde hair with that ethereal Veela glow, Fleur Delacour.

"Ah, Ms. Delacour." Dudley stood up, and as she gave him her hand, he held it and tapped a polite kiss, a common greeting for her. But it was surely too much for the rest of the eyes focused on him. No, they were focused on her.

"Mon condolénces for what 'as 'appened, Monsieur Dursley. I am sure you must be devastated to 'ave lost your fazzer." Fleur paid respect to Vernon, and from the look on her face, it was genuine concern.

"Thank you. And please, Dudley is fine." He tried to respond as formally as possible and send her away.

But Fleur eyed Hannah and Susan and then looked back at Dudley. "May I sit wiz you?"

Dudley's face fell. He felt it sharply on his back. A thousand eyes striking him like daggers.

Goddamnit, now every guy in the school hates me.

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Goddamnit, now every guy in the school hates me.

"Sure."

Dudley was not one to deny a pretty maiden from sitting beside him. Though Susan was seething and baring her fangs already as she had to shift a little and make space. In comparison, Fleur appeared like an angel, smiling the whole time as she sat on the bench.

"How are Mr. and Mrs. Delacour? And your sister?" Dudley asked, fighting the unholy thoughts that arose because of Fleur's Veela allure. It was a real issue, he felt. He was rock hard already between his legs, and his mind constantly ordered him to take a look at her face, her mounds, or her legs.

So he did just that.

He focused on the leg—fried chicken leg piece, to be precise.

"Maman et Papa are well and eager for my partizipation in ze Triwizard Tournament. Gabrielle studies 'ard," Fleur answered, taking a plate for herself. "When I 'eard what 'appened to you, I asked Papa to visit. But 'e was busy."

Visit me? Why? We barely met once.

Bells of suspicion and doubts rang in his head. The way Fleur acted so friendly with him made no sense to him. They weren't close, not even enough to be called friends.

Ah!

Just then, he felt Fleur's leg brush against his under the table. It felt like a normal thing, her sideways movement mistakenly pressed into his leg. But she didn't move it back.

Is she trying to… seduce me? Why?

Money, power, and prestige. Those were the three things that most men and women looked for when marrying in the pureblood magical community. Fleur had it all already, and even her beauty was renowned. Sure, he was filthy rich, but that was it.

It got harder to focus with Fleur actively trying to seduce him. As if her Veela blood's effects doubled, he felt sweat underneath his shirt, his balls aching already. But he didn't lose himself. It'd be utterly shameful if he did.

Food… Let's just eat food. Lucius, yes, I'll imagine his face. That bastard has blonde hair too.

He wondered if knowing Occlumency would have helped him. He actually wanted to start learning it. But he didn't want to ask Dumbledore for help as he feared the old man might probe his mind first.

Hmm… Hermione. He glanced at the Gryffindor table. Ignoring all the envious boys, he stared at the back of the bushy-haired girl. Maybe we can train together. That sounds much better.

Controlling his urges, Dudley finished eating his meal, knowing that another announcement was awaiting him. He made small talk with Fleur at times but kept his focus on the food or Hannah on his other side.

Eventually, the plates turned empty, and every hungry belly got filled. As the dishes vanished off the table, the end of the feast approached.

Dumbledore rose from his seat right then and walked forward, beside him was Bartemius Crouch. It was already made clear that only the 7th year would be allowed to take part, so nobody made a fuss.

But when Dumbledore revealed the Goblet of Fire, many annoyed voices arose. Many wanted to wager their lives for fame and glory.

"Anyone wishing to submit their own name for the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen, there's no turning back. As of this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

Finally, Dumbledore finished speaking and ended the feast.

"You do not seem very excited about eet, Monsieur Dursley," Fleur asked.

Dudley sighed as he got up to leave. "Not my thing, so there's no point. But honestly, it's a bit mad, isn't it? The Triwizard Tournament was stopped because people kept dying, and now they've brought it back without fixing much. Feels like they're just hoping for a different result while doing the same thing. Wouldn't be shocked if it all goes wrong again."

Since Fleur was supposed to return to the Beauxbatons carriage, she couldn't spend more time there and followed her schoolmates out of the school.

Watching her go, Dudley truly wanted to have a look inside the carriage. How was it able to not only house all the Beauxbatons students but also have enough space for them to sleep and go through their daily life.

He wanted one.

"Let's go." He grabbed the girls and returned to the Hufflepuff common room. An air of excitement was palpable in the room as all the 7th years got together to decide who was going to try their hand.

Dudley also joined in and took a seat on one of the couches near the fireplace. All except the 1st years were there, chattering nonstop. But Hufflepuff being Hufflepuff, they weren't rabid enough to mindlessly throw names in the goblet.

So, they began selecting the best of the 7th year. In the end, two girls and two boys came on top.

"Who do you think will be selected from Hogwarts, Dudley?" Susan asked, sitting beside him cozily.

"Probably Cedric," Dudley replied, eyeing the tall, smart-looking boy. "Can't think of any other decent seventh year."

"He's handsome." Susan glanced at Cedric. "A little too handsome, actually."

"Hey." Dudley pinched her arm softly. "Already planning on ditching me?"

"In your dreams, Dudley. He's far too handsome—so much so I can't even look at him properly. I'd never trust someone who looks like that."

Dudley frowned, eyeing the red-haired girl with a teasing look. He folded his arms. "So what you're saying is... I'm only good enough because I'm not good-looking?"

"Come on, I didn't say that." Susan laughed, leaning into his side and hugging his arm. "You're the whole package—handsome, clever… and well, you know, big where it matters."

"Alright, alright. Knock it off before I drag you out." Dudley murmured, gently moving her arm aside. While he, Susan, and Hannah were often seen together in Hufflepuff, he knew better than to push things too far in public. "Let me sweeten the deal for our champions."

With that, Dudley got up and announced that if a Champion was chosen from Hufflepuff, he'd sponsor them during the Triwizard tournament with all the materials needed.

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Days passed, and the time to choose the Champions arrived. In the Great Hall, the benches were laid down at the side with the tall Goblet of Fire in the middle. The students of the three schools sat in groups, waiting for Dumbledore and the rest to arrive.

Since it wasn't an official event, Dudley was able to grab a seat close to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. He mainly wanted to sit beside Hermione to discuss some plans.

"What do you think about Occlumency and Legilimency?" He asked, relaxed back. This time, Susan and Hannah had chosen to stick to their Hufflepuff friends and sat elsewhere. He was the only one mixed in the Gryffindor group that evening.

"I've read about it," Hermione responded, keen on listening to him. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm keen on learning it. And since you're the brightest witch I know, I was wondering if you'd fancy studying it with me. Thought having a partner to practice with would be better." He admitted, well aware that Lavender, sitting beside him, was listening in. "I'd rather not train with a professor who can read me like an open book."

"Really?" Hermione's eyes sparkled as if she'd just won the lottery. "I mean, I don't know a lot about the subjects."

"Oh, don't fuss over that. I've got the best books on them—all the way from America. Just need someone to study and practice with, someone I know won't go and double-cross me." He gave her a steady look. "So, what do you reckon?"

"I'd love to! It's absolutely fascinating, and it's not even part of the school curriculum. Honestly, I don't know why more people don't study it. When do we start, Dudley?" Hermione said eagerly. "We could begin tomorrow if you'd like!"

Dudley glanced at Harry for a moment and then shook his head. "Let's start from Monday. An hour after the end of classes. Meet me in front of the Arithmancy classroom."

"That's perfect." Hermione clapped her hands. "Ah, look, they're here."

Securing Hermione's participation, Dudley relaxed and waited for the entertainment to begin. As he'd guessed, Dumbledore was quick to step closer to the Goblet of Fire and put his hands on it to do something.

Woosh!

Red flames erupted from the goblet, and Viktor Krum's name came out. Then it was Fleur Delacour, and finally, Cedric Diggory. Dudley clapped loudly and winked at Susan, who was staring at him from a distance. As always, his 'prediction' came true.

Walking away, Cedric looked at Dudley and waved. Of course, the guy was reminding him of his promise to sponsor him.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions."

Dudley chuckled in his seat and eyed Harry from time to time. The guy was smiling like a fool, enjoying his time. Blissfully unaware of the mess headed his way.

Not being born as the main character is the greatest blessing I could have hoped for. Dudley thought.

"But in the end, only one will go down in history," Dumbledore announced. "Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, the vessel of victory, the Triwizard Cup!"

Woosh!

The trophy was finally revealed. A glowing thing of silver with glass walls that glowed bright.

Dudley was only looking at the Goblet of Fire, however, as the red flames arose once again, brighter than before, as if unwillingly forced to spew out the fourth name.

Shhhwooo!

The most furious expulsion of the parchment yet, a charred paper slowly fell into Dumbledore's hand. Confusion was written over the old man's face as his eyes spanned toward the students.

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore muttered. "Harry Potter?"

Dudley let out a good-natured chuckle. "Ha! Never a quiet year with you about, eh, Harry? Go on, brother."

Hermione pushed Harry eventually as the poor guy tried to hide his face.

By the time Harry entered the Champion's room, Dudley also left the Great Hall as the crowd was dismissed and ordered to return to their beds immediately. It was the perfect mood spoiler of the night.

But unlike Dudley, who was aware of the insanity behind the scenes, most were jealous of Harry.

Dudley understood the annoyance of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, however. The game just got tilted in favor of Hogwarts from the beginning. It was no longer a Tri-Wizard Tournament but rather, Tri-Wizard Plus One.

Yet, Dudley was less worried about Harry as he'd already saved Sirius. There was enough firepower behind Harry.

What worried him was the secret face that had taken Peter Pettigrew's place. There had to be someone.

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The next day, Dudley went out to find Harry. After asking around, he eventually found the poor guy by the lake with Neville. As already expected, most of Hogwarts was keen on vilifying Harry. Even the Griffyndors were in on it.

"How did you do it?" Dudley approached Harry, looking angry. "How did you fool the Goblet?"

"What? I didn't." Harry quickly got to his feet. "I swea—"

Bam!

Dudley suddenly pushed Harry back into the tree and pressed his forearm on Harry's chest. "Just tell me, Harry. What did you do?"

"Nothing!" Harry shouted back.

"Hah." Dudley suddenly chuckled and released Harry. "Alright then."

"..."

Speechless, Harry frowned at his cousin. "You believe me?"

"Of course, I do. I was just messing with you. I knew it right when your name was called. I guess the Dark Lord is once again plotting something." Dudley said and relaxed beside Harry. "Better be careful."

"I thought so too," Harry replied dejectedly.

"Well, it's not exactly surprising, is it?" Dudley said, glancing at Harry. "You've been up against You-Know-Who since the first year. Might as well accept it's just how things are for you." He turned to Neville with a small shrug. "You might even win the tournament. Stranger things have happened."

"I couldn't care less about this tournament. I never wanted to be part of it. A fourth-year like me, pitted against seventh-years? Winning is a dream, and survival... well, that's a question I'd rather not answer."

Dudley let out a small chuckle and gave his shoulder a firm pat. "Well then, best stop moping and start getting ready. Give your broom a proper cleaning and work on that summoning spell—it'll do you good."

"Wait, you know about the first task?"

"I do, but don't worry. You'll hear all about it soon enough." Dudley gave Neville a quick wave before turning to go. "Good luck, Harry."

Just as he was leaving, he saw Ron, Hermione, and Ginny walking his way.

"What are you doing here?" Ron snarled.

Dudley sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Just discussing how the Dark Lord might be planning on using this tournament to kill him."

"What?" Ron froze, brows high and jaw low. He looked towards Harry in the back and then back at Dudley. "T-That… Is that true?"

"Makes the most sense." Dudley shrugged and walked past them. "See you all at the dinner."

Thank me later, Harry.

With hours left before dinner, Dudley walked back to the school and then entered the Arithmancy classroom to continue his practical training on the research that he and Professor Vector had finished. It wasn't an easy thing to do as the calculations were large enough to take over entire blackboards, and he was supposed to do them mentally before casting a spell.

He needed to get used to it. Get faster and create shortcuts through those formulas. When casting a spell, everything matters. The hand movement, the angle of the wrist, the angle of the wand, the air temperature, the wind, the tone of voice. For now, he chose to only focus on physical characteristics and ignored the environmental aspects as they changed a lot.

Arithmancy was a subject that allowed one to predict things with magic. Unlike divination, this worked differently. Arithmancy was accurate if one had the right calculations. Which meant that one knew the outcome before an action. It was technically foresight, but wizards still called it divination.

Let's keep up with the easier spells. Incendio sounds best.

He focused on the 1st year spell that was used to make fire. He had struggled with those spells a lot back in the day, and even now, his flames weren't that big.

Creak!

"Hah." Dudley chuckled, and without even looking back at the door, he addressed the one spying on him. "It's not very polite to sneak around behind people's backs, Ms. Brown."

With a giggle, the door to the classroom fully opened, and Lavender Brown walked in, her honey-blonde hair like a waterfall on her back. Still, in her summer school uniform, she walked sultrily with a purpose. Her deep blue eyes stared at Dudley with intent that she did nothing to hide.

"So you knew all along."

Dudley closed the book and finally turned to look back. Eying her from head to toe, he admired her for a moment. She was decently tall, probably five and a half, her waist was slim while the curves leading up and down inspired imagination. She was by no means the prettiest of witches, but definitely among the hottest with that body.

"Come on, Ms. Brown. Not much of a spy, are you? Strolling about looking that stunning."

He had modified the classroom a little. Except for the teacher's table and chair at one end of the classroom, he had moved all the desks aside to the wall so he had enough space in the middle to practice his spells.

So, as he rested his back against the table, arms crossed, he had Lavender standing in the middle of the empty classroom looking like a fairy on a display.

"Heh, Parvati's sister let slip that you've got quite the talent with that mouth of yours. Turns out, she wasn't exaggerating."

"I reckon I do," Dudley said with a small grin. "You're not the first to mention it."

Lavender giggled and stepped even closer to Dudley, stopping an arm's length away. With Dudley slightly over six feet, she glanced up at his face with confidence and then looked down at him, somewhere around his waist. "Lavender… Just Lavender is fine."

"Alright, Lav." Dudley shortened her name even more. "What can I do for you?"

"Can I join this training session of yours?"

Dudley leaned slightly forward as if teasing her. "Really? You've been sneaking about after me for three whole weeks just for that? It's hard to be convinced, I'm afraid."

Lavender's lips curled into a playful pout as she leaned in, her voice a soft purr. "Mmm… if you need convincing, I have some delightful ways to help."

What got into her? I don't even know her that much.

"And what type of training session do you want?" he inquired, undeniably hard by now.

"Something along the lines of…" She grinned. "Padma's potions sessions?"

That witch. She couldn't hold it in after all. Dudley didn't hold any grudge against the Indian Witch. Rather, this seemed like a blessing.

Dudley leaned forward, his fingers catching Lavender's chin with a teasing pinch. Her breath hitched, a shiver visibly racing through her as though his touch had sparked something under her skin.

His gaze, dark with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, lingered on her lips.

"Really? I thought girls preferred Harry. He's the school crush, isn't he?"

"Oh, he's the dream boy alright, even with the damaged reputation after the Triwizard thing. But you… rich, handsome, tall, smart, and…" Her gaze flickered downward, lips curling into a playful smile. "Pretty big… I prefer that."

"Are you sure, Lav? I can be a little feral at times."

Lavender's smirk widened, a spark of challenge lighting her eyes as she stepped closer and reached for his loins. Her fingers found his hardened length without hesitation, rubbing over the straining fabric with deliberate slowness. The heat of her palm bled through the thin barrier of his trousers, and her giggle, soft and teasing, sent a pulse of thirst straight to his core.

"Oh? Threatening a Gryffindor with an adventure?" She purred, leaning close enough that her breath glided against his cheek.

Dudley tilted her chin upward, his thumb grazing her jaw as his other arm coiled around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her breasts, soft and full, pressed into his chest, and the faint friction of fabric against fabric sent a low pulse of heat straight to his erection.

God, she feels good.

Slender yet perfectly curvy, her body was practically begging to be explored. The faint scent of her perfume clung to her skin, sweet, with a hint of spice, making his pulse thump harder. He could feel her breath quicken, shallow and warm, anticipation oozing through every inch of her.

"In that case…" His smirk curled slowly and wickedly as he released her chin. "Welcome to Professor Dursley's class, Miss Lavender Brown."

Without breaking eye contact, Dudley reached and drew out his wand. He flicked it toward the classroom door; once, twice, three times. He was rubbish at charms, always had been, but after a few stubborn sparks, the door lock clicked with a final, satisfying snap.

Privacy secured.

After placing his wand recklessly on the table, his hands dropped behind her, fingers trailing down the curve of her back before claiming the firm swell of her ass over the pleated Hogwarts skirt. He squeezed firmly, fingers spreading over the round, supple flesh beneath the thin fabric. His palms kneaded the soft flesh, gripping her like he owned her.

Warm, supple, and perfect under his hands. His thumbs traced the hem of her skirt, just teasing the bare skin of her upper thighs.

Lavender's breath hitched, her fingers curling into his shirt as her cheeks flushed with heat. She looked up at him through thick lashes, eyes tinged with something greedy and wild. "Umm… Teach me… well… Professor."

Lavender rose onto her toes, her lips brushing against Dudley's in a tentative kiss; soft, teasing, testing the waters.

But Dudley instantly took control, lips rough and demanding as he kissed her harder. His hands squeezed her ass, pulling her hips tight against the rigid bulge straining under his trousers.

Lavender whimpered into the kiss, her fingers slipping between them to palm the hardness of his arousal through the fabric. A gasp escaped her lips, but Dudley swallowed the sound, his tongue sliding past her parted pearly whites to tangle with hers. The kiss was sloppy, wet, and shamelessly desperate, teeth grazing lips, breaths mingling, tongues stroking with an intensity that sent heat spiraling low in her belly.

"Ugh," Dudley groaned against her lips, hips grinding against her hand as she stroked him over his trousers.

She could feel how thick and heavy he was, just as she'd hoped. Her fingers teased the outline of his shaft, tracing the hard length that pulsed beneath her palm.

The flames of Dudley's hunger coiled tight and low in his gut. I need to be inside her… soon.

Lavender seemed just as desperate. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as they kissed, popping them open one by one with frantic fingers before moving to his belt, tugging it free with a sharp clink.

As she unfastened his trousers, Dudley broke the kiss and grabbed the shoulders of her dark school robe. With one swift motion, he shoved it down her arms, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a heap.

Now, she stood before him in just her white button-down shirt, striped tie, sleek black stockings, and that sinful little skirt. He didn't touch the tie. No, the sight of it against her bare skin was too damn good to move, but his fingers found the buttons of her shirt.

One by one, he unfastened them with deliberate slowness, each inch of newly exposed skin sending another pulse of heat through his veins. The curve of her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, the teasing glimpse of lace beneath. Dudley's breath came harder as anticipation burned hot and heavy.

The moment Lavender's hand slipped inside his trousers and wrapped around his loins, Dudley's breath caught hard in his throat. Her fingers squeezed experimentally, barely able to circle the full girth of him.

Unholy thoughts shot straight through his mind as she gave him a slow stroke from base to tip, her touch soft yet eager. The little whimper she let out sent a fresh pulse of blood straight to his cock, making him throb against her palm.

"Ooooh… Big… indeed," she giggled breathlessly, her fingers tracing the thick ridge of his shaft with a teasing squeeze that made his hips twitch toward her hand.

Dudley barely had time to smirk before Lavender crashed her lips against his, kissing him with a wild hunger that knocked the air from his lungs. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, hot and wet, licking against his like she wanted to devour him whole.

Her tongue slid past his lips, eagerly tangling with his as if trying to taste every inch of him. She sucked his tongue into her mouth with greedy little moans, lips clashing in a heated mess of spit and lust.

"I… really needed this," she panted against his lips, her breath hot and ragged. "In this boring school!"

That was all Dudley needed to hear. He grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her off the floor with ease.

"Ah!" Lavender let out a surprised squeak, but her legs quickly wrapped around his waist as he carried her toward the teacher's desk. The cluttered surface rattled beneath her as he set her down, their lips still locked in a breathless kiss that tasted of greed and reckless hunger.

His cock pressed hard against the damp heat between her thighs, and the friction made them both gasp. Their mouths clashed again, teeth grazing lips as their tongues tangled in a kiss that tasted intoxicating.

Dudley's hands moved with purpose, grabbing the edges of her open shirt and pushing the fabric aside to reveal her red lace bra. Without hesitation, he shoved the cups upward, taking in the sight of her breasts to his hungry gaze.

Sizeable and round, her pale, velvety skin flushed with heat. Her button nipples stood stiff, cherry-pink buds perched atop wide, rosy areolas that begged to be teased. With spread fingers, he claimed the full weight of them in both hands, fingers sinking into her soft flesh. Her warm flesh seemed to mold to his palms as if made to be touched.

"Fuck…" Dudley growled under his breath, cupping both breasts in his hands. He squeezed firmly, kneading her as her body arched toward him with a breathless gasp.

"Mmm… ohhh—P-Professor," Lavender whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as her legs squeezed tighter around his waist.

Dudley smirked with a teasing glint in his eyes, giving her magnificent bosom another firm squeeze. "You're a noisy little thing, aren't you? What if someone hears, huh? Would you like that, Lav? Getting caught like a naughty little student in detention?"

"Ahh! Y-yes! Maybe they'd…Ummm!" She moaned, her head tilting back as she squirmed beneath his hands.

Dudley's blood boiled hot with hunger. Without another word, he lowered his head and latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks that would last for days.

Lavender gasped beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he dragged his tongue along the curve of her collarbone, then lower. The moment his mouth found her breast, her moan echoed through the empty classroom.

"Ahhh—! Ohhh, yes! P-Professor!" She cried out as his lips closed around her nipple, sucking hard enough to send a sharp pulse of pleasure straight through her trembling body.

Her nails scraped against his scalp, urging him on as his tongue swirled over her stiff bud, wet and rough before his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh just enough to make her jolt.

Dudley groaned against her skin, his free hand kneading her other breast as his mouth worked harder, suckling, nibbling, and biting with a rough hunger that left faint red marks blooming on her pale skin.

Lavender's moans came faster, louder, shameless in desperation as he marked her like she belonged to him.

"More! Mmm—Ohhh, harder! Please!" She cried out, her voice breaking into a breathless whimper as he suckled, his tongue flicking against the stiff peak between rough pulls of his mouth.

As her legs trembled around his waist, Dudley knew she was already teetering on the edge, wanting more and more of his rough treatment. But he wasn't done with her, not by a long shot.

Lavender clutched Dudley's head tightly against her breasts, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him harder against her flesh. Each rough suckle of his mouth sent electric pulses of pleasure racing through her body, her moans echoing shamelessly through the empty classroom.

But then Dudley's hand slid down her waist, rough fingers grazing over the curve of her skirt before trailing along her stocking-clad thighs. The contrast of smooth nylon and warm skin sent shivers of arousal through him. His fingers crept beneath the pleated fabric, only to freeze when they found nothing but bare, blazing heat.

"Fucking hell—" Dudley exhaled sharply as his fingertips felt her slick, naked petals.

No panties. Just the scorching heat of her pussy, salivating eagerly. His fingers traced the smooth curve of her lower lips, feeling the faint patch of trimmed curls just above her slit before dipping lower into the soaked heat beneath.

"Ohhh… ahh! Yes, touch me!" Lavender gasped, her thighs twitching around his hand as her hips bucked upward. "I've been waiting all day… Umph!"

Dudley's cock throbbed painfully at her words, straining against his trousers as her arousal coated his fingertips. He chuckled against her chest, teeth grazing her quivering tips as he pressed a teasing, long finger stroke along her soaked slit.

"You said adventure… adventure it is," he growled, pulling back.

Without warning, he grabbed her by the thighs and pushed her backwards onto the desk. Papers scattered beneath her as she fell onto her back with a breathless gasp. Her skirt rode up to her waist, baring her naked pussy to his hungry gaze.

Fuck! She's perfect.

Her pussy was slick and swollen with arousal, her folds glistening with wetness that clung to her inner thighs. Her slit, pink and flushed, parted slightly to reveal the tight entrance that twitched in anticipation. Her clit stood proudly, hard, and begging for attention. Her thick thighs framed the view beautifully, against the black stockings that were stuck to her smooth legs.. Above her bare pussy, her pale belly rose and fell with each ragged breath, soft and untouched, up to her heaving breasts that widened as it flattened slightly against her chest from lying down.

Her face was a work of lustful art; cheeks flushed pink, lips swollen and parted as she gasped for breath. Her eyes, glassy with tears of pleasure, looked up at him with a mix of need and anticipation. Her hair sprawled wildly across Professor Vector's desk, the disheveled strands adding to the sinful beauty of the scene.

Dudley undid his trousers and shoved them down to his thighs, freeing his aching cock. It jutted forward, thick and heavy, veins bulging along the length as the bulbous head glistened with pre-cum. Wrapping his hand around the base, he stepped between her spread thighs and let the heavy shaft rest against her dripping slit.

Smack!

Lavender's entire body jolted as he slapped his cock against her pussy, the wet sound echoed lewdly in the air. Her cry was high-pitched and breathless, her thighs trembling as heat shot through her core.

"Ohhh!!" She gasped, eyes squeezed shut as her hips instinctively arched toward him.

Dudley grinned.

Another slap, harder this time, sent her gasping again as her slick arousal clung to the shaft of his cock. He dragged the thick head along her slit, coating himself in her juices as her clit throbbed against the underside of his length.

"Ms. Lavender Brown…" His voice was low and rough with hunger as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against her entrance. "You think you can handle me?"

"Ye—eeeeh!" Lavender's voice broke into a squeal as he pushed just enough for the flushed cockhead to stretch her lips wide. The thick ridge of his crown caught against her tight entrance, teasing her with the promise of more as her walls clenched helplessly around nothing.

"Hmm… I don't know." Dudley tilted his hips slightly, letting the mushroom head press in just enough to stretch her wider before pulling back with agonizing slowness. "You sure you're ready for this?"

"N-Noooh!" Lavender gasped, her nails clawing at the desk as her hips bucked toward him. "I…I want it, please...just—ahhh!"

"Ten points to Gryffindor," Dudley growled with a smirk, gripping her thighs tighter as he lined himself up to claim his prize.

He finally pushed in, and for a moment, his entire world narrowed to the tight, scorching heat wrapping around him.

Fuck.

Lavender wasn't a virgin, far from it, but her walls were something else. They gripped him with that perfect balance of tightness and stretch that made every inch of her a paradise to sink into.

That slick, drenched flesh tightened around his tip like a greedy hug. Her folds clinging and molding around his girth, squeezing and fluttering as if her body was desperate to keep him inside. Her slick warmth coated every ridge and vein of his cock until the pressure was maddening.

And that sound, that messy, wet squelch as he buried himself balls-deep, her pussy sucking him in like she couldn't get enough. She wasn't just tight; she reacted to every inch of his length with trembling spasms that made it feel like her body was begging him to move.

His breath shuddered as he pushed deeper, watching with satisfaction as her pretty, swollen pussy stretched wide around his rock-hard rod. His shaft gleamed with her slick arousal, sliding in with sinful ease until he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressing flush against her other entrance below.

Lavender trembled beneath him, her thighs twitching, her chest rising and falling in erratic gasps.

Dudley's lips curled into a knowing smirk as he glanced up at her dazed, pleasure-drunk expression. "I warned you…" He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a growl. "Feral."

"Aaaah! Fuck, yes!" Lavender cried out, her body jolting from the sheer stretch, her nails scraping against the desk as if anchoring herself.

He wasted no time. His first thrust was slow, but the power behind it sent a sharp slap echoing through the room as his hips met hers. He pulled back almost entirely, leaving just the thick, bulbous head inside her, before ramming back in with a force that dragged out a gasping cry from her lips.

Over and over, he repeated, pulling back until he nearly left her pussy empty before shoving back in, each deep stroke hitting the very end of her core. The wooden table screeched beneath them, inching forward with every pounding thrust.

Her fleshy thighs jiggled from the impact, her gelatinous breasts bouncing wildly with each slap of skin against skin. Lavender's face twisted into something utterly lustful; eyes fluttering, lips parted in helpless moans, brows furrowing in overwhelmed pleasure.

"Ooooh! S-So big! I can feel it—" her tone rose and fell between words. "You're stretching me… ruining me… ohhh, fuck, so warm, so deep—aaahh! I-I can't…"

Dudley chuckled. "Oh, you can, and you will."

Lavender let out a delirious giggle between her gasps, the thrill of the moment making her head spin. The reckless danger of it all; legs spread wide on a professor's desk, getting fucked raw by a guy she barely knew, who knew exactly what he was doing.

The heavy scent of sweat and sex was thick in the air. It made her body burn in delirium.

She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

Dudley took the invitation, leaning down until his mouth latched onto one of her jolting breasts. He sucked hard, dragging his tongue over her stiff cherry tips. All the while, his hips kept driving into her, each thrust deep and deliberate. His cock drilled into her relentlessly, filling her to the brim, stretching her until she could feel every groove, every pulsing vein.

Her orgasm hit her like a hex.

"Aaahhh! Ahh—oohh, fuuuck! I-I'm….coming—!"

Lavender's back arched off the desk, her muscles knotting up as a violent wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her walls clenched around him, spasming, milking him for all he was worth. She came with sheer intensity, her essence flowing out and drowning his thrusting cock.

Dudley groaned from the grip, feeling the rest of her body go limp beneath him, twitching uncontrollably from all the pleasure.

He pulled back slightly, looking down at her sprawled-out frame, hair wild, face flushed, chest heaving.

"Tired already? Not in my class."

Before she could recover, Dudley pulled her up off the table onto her shaky legs and spun her around. She barely had time to brace herself against the desk before he pushed her torso forward, forcing her to bend and present her hips to him. One of his large hands pressed against her lower back, keeping her in place, while the other lifted her left leg and hooked it onto the desk, spreading her open at an obscene angle.

Lavender whimpered as the new position stretched her out even more, her balance forced onto one foot while her other thigh rested high on the table. She was completely exposed, her glistening pussy twitching with the remnants of her climax, her ass raised and ready for him.

Dudley lined himself up, teasing his thick cockhead along her swollen folds before slamming back in with a force that made her yelp. The position made everything feel impossibly deeper; every thrust carved into her like she was nothing more than a warm, tight sleeve made for his pleasure.

"Ah! Dudley…fuck…"

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back just enough to arch her spine, his other hand wrapping around her throat in a loose, possessive grip. His thrusts were punishing, his thick cock dragging against her walls, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, trying to keep him buried deep with every stroke.

Slap!

Lavender gasped as his palm came down hard on her asscheek, leaving behind a red mark.

"Louder," Dudley ordered, his voice dripping with dominance.

"Mmmph! So good… So deep… So fucking big…! Fuck me!"

Another slap came, harder this time. Her ass jiggled from the impact, her walls quivering around his cock in response.

"I said louder, girl!"

"Fuck! Yes, yes! Fuck me!" Lavender wailed, her moans turning shameless, broken, desperate. Her entire body wiggled beneath him, overwhelmed by the stretch, the pressure, the sheer force of him inside her.

And then, it happened.

Dudley felt it; her pussy clenching erratically, her ass writhing, her back arching higher as her breath hitched into a choked sob of pleasure. Her body spasmed violently.

"Ahhh! Ahhh—fuuuck!"

A gush of liquid splashed against his thighs, her body shaking uncontrollably as she squirted hard, her climax scorching through her like wildfire. Dudley pulled out just in time to watch the sinful sight. Her juices dripped down her inner thighs, her legs trembling as she struggled to hold herself up.

He stepped back, smirking as he admired the absolute mess she had become. Sweaty, ruined, her face buried in her arm, gasping for air.

"Now…" Dudley reached down, pulling her weak body upright, forcing her to turn and face him. He gripped her chin, tilting her face up so he could see the dazed, wrecked expression she had.

Beautiful.

"You said something about Padma's potions class, didn't you?" His lips curled into a wicked grin.

Lavender's legs wobbled, her entire body still buzzing from the lingering pleasure, her pussy throbbing with the sweet aftertaste.

"So it's time to earn it."

Dudley stepped back, gripping Lavender's hair into a firm bundle, forcing her gaze upward as her knees hit the cold stone floor, kneeling. His cock, slick from her juices and his own need, throbbed in front of her flushed face.

"Feral it is," he barked.

Without hesitation, his throbbing hardness slid past her parted lips, groaning as her mouth enveloped him.

Lavender whimpered around his thickness, her tongue pressing against the underside.

But Dudley didn't grant her any time to adjust. Holding her head steady, he thrust into her mouth with deep, rapid strokes, each plunge pulling a choked moan from her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut, tears welling as she gagged around his girth, her hands clenched tightly on his thighs; not in protest, but in overwhelming arousal.

"Yeah… Just like that. Good girl." His free hand cupped her cheek, feeling the bulge of his cock as he invaded her throat.

He was this rough only with Susan because she liked it that way. With Hannah, he was commonly passionate and under control. This time, he simply trusted his instincts and went along with Lavender's wild nature. Seeing how it went, he knew he made the right choice.

Strings of saliva mixed with his pre-cum dripped from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and onto her bouncing breasts, each thrust making them jiggle beneath her unbuttoned shirt. The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging echoed through the classroom, her muffled moans vibrating around him, her face red.

"Almost…" Dudley warned, voice tightening as pleasure coiled in his core.

His thrusts grew faster, more erratic, until he abruptly pulled back, leaving only the swollen cockhead resting on her tongue. With a low groan, he stroked himself hard.

"Take it. All of it."

Lavender moaned eagerly, eyes glassy with lust as her mouth stretched wide to take him. His cock throbbed once; twice, and then thick spurts of hot seed erupted onto her tongue.

Dudley watched with a sharp inhale as her cheeks hollowed, puffing out slightly from the sheer volume he gave her. White droplets dripped from the corner of her mouth as she suckled, but she stayed still, letting him finish until the last drops coated her throat.

Panting, Dudley released her hair and stepped back, chest rising and falling.

Lavender gazed up at him with a dazed smile, her hair wild and disheveled. She opened her mouth again, sticking out her coated tongue to show him the thick, creamy evidence. Then, with a soft, dirty hum, she closed her lips and swallowed, her throat visibly contracting as she gulped it all down.

"Fuck… If I could, I'd give you 500 points for that," Dudley muttered, still catching his breath.

"Hehe…" Lavender let out a breathless giggle and reached up, her legs wobbly as she clutched his hand to stand. "Hm… That was… a fun lesson."

Dudley chuckled softly, digging into his pocket for a handkerchief. Without a word, he handed it to her, watching with amusement as she wiped the corners of her mouth, her cheeks still flushed and her smile utterly satisfied.

"That aside, what made you so… I mean, this. We barely knew each other." Dudley asked as he grabbed his trousers and started tidying himself up.

Lavender shrugged and fixed her looks, too. "Oh, I don't know… Padma mentioned you, and it got me curious. I watched, I wondered—just how big you'd be. You're rather handsome, you know… and maybe it's just a little Gryffindor recklessness, but I couldn't resist giving it a try."

"So it was a bit of a guilty pleasure, then?" Dudley said with a chuckle, handing her the black robes. "Not that I'm complaining. Can't say I didn't have a good time."

"Mmm, I can say with absolute confidence—I've never had this much fun before. Just shameless, wild, utterly breathless… like rabbits." She bit her lip, smoothing out her robes before sauntering toward Dudley. Rising onto her toes, she pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, her fingers trailing down his chest with a teasing touch. "So… will Professor Dursley be taking more… private lessons in the future?"

I love this life.

Dudley responded by wrapping an arm around her waist and then reaching down to slap on her ass. "We do have a lot of lessons to cover."

"I'll wait for the schedule then." Lavender traced her lips with her tongue, letting her gaze linger before stepping back. "I better go now. Can't wait to see Padma's face."

"See you later."

Dudley didn't follow her out as he still had work to do. However, instead of resuming his training, he sat down and began writing some letters. He couldn't just sit by and relax any longer. Having received the confirmation from Edwin that he'd gotten the islands, it was time to start the next phase.

He wrote a letter to Penelope Clearwater and another one of his trusted aides. The D&D Bank needed to quickly establish itself.

Depending on how the Triwizard tournament ends, I'll have to react. The ministry is too incompetent to be trusted. Maybe it's time to have a chat with Snape.

Finishing up his letters, he got up to visit the owlery and send them before dinner. It was mostly dim outside already, so he hurried his steps.

He swung his wand a few times and returned the benches to their original positions, ready for the next day's classes. He made sure no dirty drops were splattered on the floor or the table and finally headed to the door.

Knock! Knock!

He froze just as he was about to open the door.

I don't remember inviting anyone else. Most don't even know I'm here.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, your Aunt Lily."