Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 38 - D&D Everywhere, Dudley's Global Plan & Rewards (Patreon)

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Ministry of Magic, 

The new Minister for Magic, Dolores Umbridge, was on cloud nine. This was it. Her dreams, her goals, all fulfilled on a grand scale. She had risen from the bottom, and now she stood at the top. At last, the Minister's position was hers. 

From interim minister to the real, elected minister. All the promises that Dudley Dursley had given her had been fulfilled. And now, it was her duty to do her part. She was aware of how much more Dudley Dursley was, and she saw clear benefits in ensuring a tight bond with her superior. 

"Next."

Two weeks had gone by since Voldemort was finished. Things were returning to normal. 

"Next."

That morning, she was busy signing paper after paper. Some were boring budget allocations and renovations. But others were laws and acts that held greater meaning. 

The British Wizard Employment Act was passed, reinforcing the World Wizard Employment Act with greater care and push. Within the borders of the United Kingdom, D&D now had complete approval to employ as many wizards as they wanted, and even have them work alongside Muggle counterparts as long as secrecy was maintained. Furthermore, Wizards could be employed directly in the Muggle Research & Development division of D&D. 

"Next."

Then she signed perhaps the most important Act. The Act that would allow the Ministry to outsource some of the law and order duties. While the act was called "Anti-Dark Lord Act", the real goal behind it was to employ men from the Vanguards to take positions in the Ministry that dealt in law and order, dark artifacts, and anything related to Dark Wizards. 

One after another, Dolores Umbridge signed Acts that on the surface were harmless, but once looked at deeply, they revealed a clear benefit for Dudley Dursley in one way or another. Nobody knew it yet, nobody had realized it. Everyone was too busy relaxing, celebrating victory over the Dark Lord.

In that silence, D&D Holdings took over every single aspect of the United Kingdom, from Muggles to wizards. Banking, security, retail, manufacturing, research, healthcare, and everything in between. 

On the Muggle side, the new tech city that Dudley had planned by taking over Plymouth city neared completion. A fully planned city with parks, housing, business and industrial districts, its own massive port, and an international airport. The entire city was designed for maximum efficiency in terms of high-tech research, manufacturing, export, starting with computer chips, semiconductors, batteries, and more. All the poaching Dudley had done to grab the biggest tech talents from around the world had paid off. With the help of wizards, experiments were conducted safely with barely any money lost since all failed experiments could be reversed with the swing of a wand. 

Engines, computers, mobile phones, chips, processors, GPUs, screens, space-tech—the new city of Polaris was going to be what the name suggested, the guiding star. And with Dudley's leadership, his knowledge of the future tech scene, and the accurate predictions of Arithmancy, he was destined for heights no human could ever imagine. 

He was the darling of the wizarding world and the savior of the Muggle UK's economy, having boosted the nation's GDP single-handedly by over one trillion. With a little bit of the media's help, he was named the uncrowned king of modern Britain.

And in a few years, it was only going to grow bigger, global, on a scale unimaginable. 

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Hogwarts, 

"Are you sure this is the right time, Albus?" 

Dumbledore calmly nodded, his hand brushing through his beard as he sat with serene stillness in his office. "I have reflected on this for quite some time, Minerva. The leader of Vanguards spoke the truth. I have failed in my duties twice, and in each failure, innocents lost their lives. I can no longer claim to be a suitable headmaster."

Professor McGonagall frowned, "You value the words of a mercenary?"

"A wise mercenary, nonetheless. He not only uncovered Voldemort's origin but also discerned the secret of his life, discovered every Horcrux, ensnared him within the Ministry, foresaw the Goblins, and struck with the precision of a healer. I cannot pretend I could have done better," Dumbledore replied with quiet honesty. "You will be the next Headmaster, Minerva. I have already placed your name before the Board of Directors and the Ministry."

Professor McGonagall still didn't look confident. 

"Minerva, I’m only retiring, not departing this life. You may call upon me whenever you wish." Dumbledore rose from his chair with quiet grace. "Now, as for the Vice Headmaster position."

"Severus?" She asked.

"I do trust him, yet his manner with children leaves much to be desired. At this moment, we need gentleness and understanding to restore what trust has slipped away. Lily has expressed interest, but I have not settled the matter."

Hearing that, Professor McGonagall calmed down. "She's a very capable witch."

"She is."

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The Burrow, 

Much had changed. While the tower-like building was still crooked from the outside, it looked different inside. New paint, new curtains, and new furniture decorated the house now. And as the family sat down for morning breakfast, there was less fighting and teasing and more delight.

"Umm! I can eat this every single morning!" Ron almost moaned as he ate the pancakes with the maple syrup directly imported. It was a quality he could feel on his tongue, so natural and delicious. 

"You know who to thank."

"Right here."

Fred and George chirped, eating their fill as they sat in fine, expensive business suits. Their Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had been a global hit, with their shops opening across the world at the same time, thanks to Dudley's investment. 

In a matter of a few months, they had gone from penniless to millionaire status in Muggle terms. In wizard terms, they were as rich as a low-ranking pureblood family. With money to squander and still have left over. But the two brothers hadn't spent it on useless things. 

The first thing they did was renovate their home, expand rooms, and buy new clothes for the entire family. No matter their faults, they did love their family dearly. 

"At least Ron won't have to worry about finding a job now," Molly said, smiling proudly at her family. 

"He can be a clerk in our shop." George offered.

"Or the janitor," Fred added.

Ron frowned, glaring at his brothers. "I can take care of myself. I'll join the Ministry with Harry."

"We'll see. OWL results are going to come out in a day or two," Percy voiced from his chair. He was perhaps the richest man at that table, being the first employee of D&D Bank's America branch. 

Hearing the mention of results, Ron shrank back, worried about his future. 

"Mr. Dursley has been nothing but a blessing to all of Wizardkind," Arthur Weasley muttered cheerfully as he tucked away the newspaper, its front page showing Gringotts Bank now neatly transformed into the splendid D&D Bank facade. "I had the pleasure of meeting him at the Ministry just the other day. I asked what inspired him to accomplish so much, and he said it was his father's tragic end. Remarkable really, how tragedy can sometimes shape men for the better."

"He's awesome!" Charles Weasley cried. "He just brought half of the world's dragon reserves and boosted the funds by five times! Honestly, it's brilliant to have someone who genuinely values dragons. He even saved the poor dragon the Goblins had captured in Gringotts. The poor girl was terrified and injured!"

Clink!

Right then, Ron annoyedly smacked his spoon on the plate. "Can we talk about something else? How the bloody hell is Dudley connected with all of you? He's bloody everywhere these days."

"He's just that big of a man. Wealth, fame, and brains, he's got it all." Arthur Weasley shrugged and focused on the food.

"He's our boss," Fred said.

"Or business partner? Who cares?" George focused on food. 

One after another, everyone ate food, though only two members didn't speak. Ginny just didn't want to end up blushing. And Willian Weasley couldn't afford to speak, for he was now a proud member of the Vanguards' curse breaker team, sworn to Dudley Dursley with an Unbreakable Vow of secrecy.

Honestly, Bill was scared at the start. When he realized how big Dudley's power actually was, he worried that it was too much. A single man having a massive wizard army like that. But then he saw their work; how they helped poor magical communities around the world, how they employed the harmed and targeted wizards, how they protected magical creatures, how they hunted down Dark Wizards.

It all felt so fucking badass. 

When he saw the memory of the attack on Voldemort from one of the commanders in the pensive, he was thrilled. He saw Dudley Dursley as Mr. X, and honestly, it was fucking badass. A mighty Dark Lord like Voldemort was reduced to a cockroach.

He joined the Vanguards right away. The pay was good, the work was exciting, and he was a part of something great. 

Bam!

And right then, an owl came and smashed into their kitchen window. 

"Ah! It must be OWL's results!" Molly excitedly jumped to her feet to grab the letter. 

Ron Weasley was the least thrilled, however. 

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Phoenix Institute of Medical Science & Healthcare, 

It was the name of the D&D-owned hospital and college in London. It used to be called something else in the past, but D&D bought it and renamed it, and then renovated it. Now it was larger, better, and absolutely cutting-edge since magic was secretly used to achieve results conventional medicine could not. 

Vanguards were also stationed there to ensure secrecy and, at the same time, research on magic-infused medicines for Muggles. It was already the best hospital in the country, with high-profile visitors, from royals to MPs. They'd recently healed the Queen's knee pain. 

"They're going in and out of a coma, but nothing to worry about. If we woke them up abruptly, it would do more harm. Their minds are fragile after the torture they faced. But the progress is there; they can recognize you and speak a few words." 

Absolutely thrilled, smiling ear to ear, Augusta Longbottom merrily shook the Austrian neurosurgeon's hands, a Muggle but with a witch sister, so he knew about the magical world and received the job at the hospital with a pay too good to refuse. He was at the forefront of the research on magical healing for brain issues. 

"Thank you, thank you, doctor."

"I'm just doing my job, Mrs. Longbottom. It's honestly a miracle to my eyes. Using MRI to find damaged regions of the brain so we can focus magic on them is revolutionary. If not for Mr. Dursley, nobody would have tried this. Magic is extremely helpful in healing the body in ways modern medicine cannot," the doctor said as he patted her hand, then gently slipped his hand free. "We'll slowly bring Frank and Alice to good health. Rest easy."

Just nearby, Neville Longbottom sat, eyes wide, speechless as he had finally got to hear his mother and father's voices. Their smiles as they said his name. He had cried nonstop since then, and now, as per the doctor's words, only good days were ahead. 

"Thank you, doctor." He jumped to his feet and shook the middle-aged man's hands. "Thank you so much."

"Just doing my job."

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Granger's Dental Clinic, 

The building was bigger now, more imposing and corporate. With Dudley Dursley's investments, the Grangers had expanded the small clinic into a full-fledged dental hospital with a small research department, even. With a dozen or so dentists employed, the company was raking in money since D&D Insurance sent patients to them.

The Grangers still lived in the same building, however, on the top floor of the six-storey building. It was a floor-wide penthouse, lavish and comfortable, cozy with a nice view from massive glass windows. 

Life was amazing. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were living the dream, both unaware of what their daughter was attempting in her room. They never checked up on her, being told that she was researching something important. 

If they knew what that important thing was… the Grangers would have stopped her from continuing.

Ever the bright and intelligent, Hermione Granger sat in her room, arms crossed, her hair tied behind her head, eyes narrow as she stared at the massive wall. It was covered with pinned snippets from the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler, each with a heading and an image.

"Dudley Dursley's father passes away! Wizards to blame?" 

"Dudley Dursley invests in Diagon Alley! New Hope for the Ancient Market?"

"D&D Bank Opens! Dawn Of Banking By Wizards For Wizards!"

The entire wall was covered in dozens of articles, each about Dudley Dursley, from the very first ever mention of his name in the newspapers. Anything even slightly related to Dudley Dursley was there. Even accusations of Lucius Malfoy being behind Vernon Dursley's murder. 

And then came the twist. 

The disappearance of Lucius Malfoy, the appearance of the unknown wizard army, which was now known as the Vanguards. One after another, in a progressive manner, she noted down everything. All of Dudley's business deals, all his dealings in the U.S., the World Wizard Employment Act. 

Finally, the attack on the Ministry by Voldemort. Absolute domination by the Vanguards. The Vanguards then raid Gringotts itself. D&D taking over the Gringotts. Dolores Umbridge becoming the Minister. 

It all seemed disconnected when looked at individually. But when she connected the lines to each of the articles, they all somehow pointed at the central figure—Dudley Dursley. 

"It can't possibly be that. I… I must be overthinking it. How could he gather an army? He wasn't even a proper wizard until only a few years ago."

Yet, the possibility of it being true gnawed at her mind. 

"I should… research more. They said Dudley hired Vanguards… yeah, he hired them. Their true owner is still out there somewhere."

Woosh!

In the end, she waved her wand and hid the entire crazy wall.  

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D&D Headquarters, London,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck this shit!"

Dudley Dursley may be a trillionaire, but he faced the same common issues as others. And currently, he was facing the bane of changing weather, the hangnails. A little skin tear near the base of his fingernails. Annoyed, he tried to tear it apart and only made it worse as the damn thing made a fucking line of wound. 

"Seriously? You don't have a spell to heal that?"

Dudley annoyedly looked at Edwin, a man like his own family, the second in command of D&D Holdings. "Shockingly, no. I asked my people to make one. I should just get a humidifier for my office."

Edwin chuckled, seeing his boss act so normal. Usually, people imagine the super-rich living like kings or something. And while it was true in some cases, Dudley Dursley was a different breed of ultra-wealthy.

"In any case, I've got good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?"

"Good."

"Alright. Just yesterday, we wrapped up our long-term investment plan in ExxonMobil, signed off by their board. In ten years, we'll stand as its biggest individual institutional shareholder," Edwin said cheerfully. "Still, I can’t see why you are putting so much into an oil company. I was under the impression you were focused on tech only."

"I am balls-deep in tech, Ed, but I’d be daft to ignore the sort of money oil can bring in. It’s a straightforward, reliable commodity that will give us extreme leverage over half of the globe. If we control their energy, we control… a lot. Don't worry, in ten years, ExxonMobil will be moaning my name and the board will tattoo D&D on their foreheads."

"..."

"So confident?"

"Ed, Exxon’s more than just an oil firm—it’s the key to pushing D&D into the top tier. Their political reach is extraordinary, far beyond what we could manage in the near future. Besides, my people are working in a certain South American country to earn their friendship. You’ll have the report soon enough. If it all plays out, we’ll be sitting on more oil than you can possibly imagine."

Edwin nodded, aware of what Dudley meant when he said 'my people'. The Vanguards were being used to expand D&D's influence on an unprecedented level. In a certain way, D&D Holdings was a corporation with a personal wizard army. It was scary, yet empowering, knowing he was a part of it. Besides, Dudley had been nothing but net-positive to the world in every possible way. Although it was impossible not to make some shady deals, D&D still held on to the target of improving the world one step at a time.

"I’ll wait for the report, Dud. Now for the bad news. I did what you asked and checked into Sony and Samsung. Without some kind of miracle, it’s impossible to buy them. It’s not the money. The fact is Sony’s thriving, and Samsung’s a family conglomerate. Impossible to fully acquire."

"Hmm…"

Dudley fell into thinking, relaxing back in his chair. "According to my Arithmancy calculations, these companies will be absurdly massive in the future. Samsung will be cutting-edge in semiconductors and tech; Sony will remain a powerhouse in entertainment and beyond. Even though D&D has an edge now, I’d prefer to nip any future threat in the bud. I’d like their patents, research sites, and current ranges. Hmm… I'll have my people investigate these companies and work on a radioactive package, a big enough scandal that'll shake the two companies. Then D&D will come in like a heroic savior."

"That… might work."

"It will work, Ed. Anyway, here's the list of companies you should acquire next." Dudley passed him a list. "Most of them are in entertainment. Take-Two and Ubisoft do video games; a few others are film studios. I might go for one of the bigger Hollywood studios later, something with a solid library we can fold into Netflix since we already own most of it."

With a sigh, Dudley got up from the chair and put on his suit jacket. 

"Anything else?" Edwin asked. 

This time, Dudley let go of his cheerful, harmless demeanor and spoke seriously. "There's a company called Black Rock. Have you heard of it?"

"I do. It's very promising." Edwin nodded. "Met their founders on—"

"Destroy it." 

"..."

"Shred it, destroy it, burn it, cut it apart, take over what's left of the company. Its founders, every single one of them, ruin them. Use the full might of our people. Use every speck of dirt you can gather. Who they fuck, their fetish, their vices, some even went to that island. I want the company and its founders erased from history. They’re the lowest sort of Wall Street scum. The kind who twist every ounce of power just to wreck the world for their own gain. They’ll claw at the whole pie, whatever it costs, even if it means leaving millions, billions, crushed in their path."

"..."

"A-Aren't we the same?"

Dudley frowned at that, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Is that how you see me?"

"No, I mean—"

“Ed, listen. My morals are grey, not black, right? If someone put ten billion on the table for ending a life and one billion for saving it, I would take the one billion every single time. I'm not a saint, but I'm not a bleeding psychopath. Those pricks, though, oh, they would kill the poor sod, revive him, then murder him again and again like it's some perverse sport. What we're doing is going to push this world ahead by decades. We're revolutionizing the medical industry; in a few years, we'll be able to grow whole limbs, and it'll be as affordable as getting a fucking tooth ripped out. With Magic, we're working on tech that'll change the world. 

“Spells that strip our research waste and material costs down to near nothing. My dream, and I feel every tech company's dream, should not be to maximize shareholders' profits, but to advance this planet to a height where all problems can be solved with tech. While making money, of course, but without being fucking evil. And if unchecked greed comes in my path, in whatever form, I'll give my all to crush it, destroy it. D&D will never go public for the same reason."

“What’s the end goal?” Edwin asked as he stood. “I’m here for the long haul, boss. I enjoy working here. I just want to understand how far we’re aiming to go.”

Dudley was silent for a while. 

He turned around and looked at the Thames River out of the glass window. 

"I'm not a perfect man, I've done fucked up things, personally. But as long as D&D can improve the world, give it better options, I’ll keep going. Food growing in deserts, so hunger is no more. Water pulled from thin air, so thirst is nothing but a memory. The day you can wake up, board a rocket, and walk on Mars before tea, that’s the day I’ll know it’s working. Relentless progress, that’s the dream. And if in chasing it we rake in a mountain of money, I’ll bloody well take it. If a few bastards need trampling to get there, then they’ll be trampled."

Finally, he turned back to Edwin. 

"My dream is similar to others. Only, instead of maximizing shareholders' profit, we'll profitably maximize our company's global impact—positive impact."

Edwin sighed, giving a nod. "It's a slippery slope, boss. If you were just another tech-bro out of MIT, I'd have doubted. But I believe you."

"Great." Dudley clapped. "Now I'm off to my vacation."

"With the secretary?" Edwin eyed him with a smirk. 

"As I said, ain't a perfect man."

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It would have been a lie if Narcissa Malfoy said she wasn't nervous. Deciding to join Dudley Dursley on the vacation was tough. But she made it, and now she felt as if she had walked into an entirely different world.

Dressed in a simple, elegant full-sleeved white shirt and a long, cream-colored skirt, she tried her best to look modest. Though she did put on some gentle makeup, she made her hair silky and wore some lipstick. 

When she arrived at the D&D's parking lot with her bag, Dudley Dursley was already waiting for her, his lips curved into a gentle smile. He was dressed rather… normally. A simple oversized t-shirt and what appeared to be track pants. 

Her nervousness peaked there as she sat in the car. Over the past few days, her realisation had only turned into certainty that Dudley Dursley was the owner of the Vanguards. After seeing the flurry of laws passed by the new Minister, she also knew that Dolores Umbridge was Dudley's pet. 

Comparing his status to hers, she felt like an ant. Heck, she believed that even if House Malfoy's wealth was intact, she'd still be an ant to him. And here she was, going to an unknown place with him. 

Moments later, they arrived at the airport. 

She had never traveled in a Muggle airplane, so it was all a new experience. Though she doubted that common Muggles traveled that luxuriously. The entire, massive plane was all Dudley's, and its interior was like a palace. 

She almost let out a yelp when she felt it in her stomach, how the cage of steel flew in the air. She clenched the armrests of the soft, cushiony seat. 

But eventually, she calmed down. She tried to read this man before her, his intentions. She was expecting him to pounce on her the moment they were alone. But he showed not even the faintest intention of touching her. 

Soon, the women, each more beautiful than the last, dressed in short skirts, brought them food. They smiled so sweetly at Dudley, leaning and teasing him with their cleavages. 

Must have slept with them. 

Narcissa thought, and for unknown reasons, she felt annoyed by their behavior. Though she was wrong, Dudley never touched them. The women teased him knowingly with a desire to get fucked. Because getting fucked by an ultra-rich like him was the easiest way up the social hierarchy. Too bad for them, they weren't Dudley's type. His type was sitting right in front of him. 

"Where are we going, Mr. Dursley?" 

"First things first, call me Dudley. We’re not at work. And I thought we’d start with Venice."

"Venice?" Her thin brow rose in amusement. 

"Have you been there before?"

"Never had the chance. I've been to France and Spain, but no further than that," Narcissa said gently, her tone betraying both a touch of nerves and anticipation, somewhat looking forward to it now. "Have you?"

"Not yet, never had the chance. I have been around the Mediterranean, though. Lovely part of the world, really. Clear skies, warm evenings, and honestly quite beautiful."

Narcissa just nodded and focused on the surprisingly delicious and extravagant meal. She really didn't know what to talk about with him. She feared she'd bore him with things that were too beneath his concern. 

He probably sees me worse than how I once regarded the Weasleys. Poor lowlifes with nothing of interest.

"How's the job treating you? Hope Martha isn't dumping all the work on you."

"No, she is truly kind to me. Having her around calms me. She's always there to explain things I'm new to," she explained, finding herself surprised by how much she was sharing. "S-She… helped me get rid of some… annoying suitors."

"What? Who was it?"

He's angry? I… Why? 

Narcissa hated that she liked his reaction at the mere mention of someone trying to win her over.

"They were dismissed by the HR," she said, and looked at his face intently. 

"Good."

It made him… merry?

Without realizing, Narcissa found herself trying to provoke an emotional response from Dudley. Like noticeable hints that he had some kind of feelings for her. 

"I… I also received a marriage proposal recently. By a wizard..."

Oh? He's furious again!

Seeing him frown brought her joy. 

"Who was it?"

"A Polish wizard. But… he stopped once he realized I no longer held the wealth I once did."

"Bloody gold-diggers. Those are the type of men you should be careful of, Narcissa. You’re far too good for leeches like that."

Adorable. She almost giggled hearing his response. So easy to read that it warmed her heart. 

"I see. And what sort of men should I choose?" She asked, hoping to get a curious response. But all she received was a confident smirk, a smirk that told her that she walked into a trap.

"Someone tall, fairly handsome, with pockets deep enough to own his own plane and a habit of whisking you off on holidays. Hard to believe someone like that exists, but surely not impossible, don’t you think?"

He was toying with me all along! 

When she realized that, she tried not to blush, but she failed.

"Adorable."

That comment from him only made it harder. She looked down, embarrassed. Quickly, she wiped her mouth and stood up to vanish into the washroom to gather herself. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Dursley."

The last thing she heard was him chuckling. 

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Venice, Italy,

Dudley had made some plans for his vacation. He wanted comfort and luxury that would knock Narcissa's senses out. So, once they landed at the airport, they moved into a small helicopter that then landed them on a massive private yacht that he didn't own, chartered for two weeks for five million dollars. 

As they landed on the helipad on the yacht, he watched Narcissa's eyes grow wide. She had never seen a boat like that. And once they entered the yacht, her mouth went agape for a moment. 

The yacht was designed for modern luxury, with all amenities possible without making it feel like a hotel. Less modern colors and more wood finish. 

"This is ours? All of it?"

"For the next two weeks, yeah. I don't own it, of course. Honestly, I can buy the bigger one, but it's a waste of money." Dudley shrugged and walked inside, receiving fancy drinks from the staff. Of course, the staff recognized him, and he didn't mind that. But he still cared for Narcissa enough not to ruin her name so much. 

With her permission, he had already hit her with a facial disguise spell that the Vanguards had come up with for secret operations. It made sure only he and she could see her real face, while the rest of the world saw someone else. 

Very soon, they were shown the luxury bedrooms. Dudley took the master bedroom with a lovely view, and so spacious that it could be an apartment. For that whole day, they just relaxed on the yacht, unwinding and preparing for the days ahead. 

Narcissa, however, mostly stayed in her room. She only came out for dinner, even that in a very loose, modest attire. 

Dudley was slightly annoyed. He really wanted to see a few curves on her. She was gorgeous, after all. 

During dinner, he could tell that something was going on in her mind. She constantly went from being nervous to relaxed. As if scared he'd jump on her. 

He had no such plan. He was going to wait until she herself invited him to do all the unholy things he planned to do to her eventually. 

After eating dinner on the top deck with a view of the sea, they went to their separate rooms to sleep. 

In the coming days, they roamed Venice, visited historic buildings. Dudley's wealth gave him access to locations others weren't allowed. He got to see actual historical parts of the city that were too fragile. He got to hold ancient artefacts with his hands. 

Of course, they also took pictures. Though it was mostly Dudley taking Narcissa's pictures. He had to say, the woman was naturally photogenic. No matter what she wore, she looked stunning. Even when she didn't smile, the photos looked beautiful. Like the cover pictures of some slowed-down or sped-up romantic song on YouTube. 

Days went by. 

They would go out in the morning on a smaller private boat, tour the city, and go to a few islands around as well. After dinner, they'd go to their rooms and sleep before repeating the whole thing. 

Then, when the first week came to an end, Dudley went to the Venice Film Festival since he was actually invited. It was held on Lido Island, a pretty, beautiful location. It scared Narcissa at first, but when she realized that nobody would see her true face, she agreed to go with him. 

Dudley got her a custom gown, the type women wore in the Gilded Age, a wide-neck flowing gown, with evening gloves. It was all cream-colored and made her look like some sort of angel with that blonde hair. 

Fuck! 

Now, Dudley had high self-control, but she did look utterly breathtaking in that gown. Sighing, he fixed his pants to hide that pretty obvious erection and traveled to the island with her. He wore a simple black suit. 

And yes, he was invited to the red-carpet event, which meant a lot of cameras. The good thing was that Narcissa was a master when it came to making a stoic expression. Even when she smiled, it came out as aristocratic. 

He could already imagine tomorrow's Muggle newspaper headlines, asking who the woman beside him was. 

Soon enough, they arrived at the event. Out of nowhere, a dozen Vanguards appeared, making sure that everything was safe for him, ensuring nobody would dare to jump in his way. 

Ah, look at all of them. 

When he got out of the big car, he saw the lengthy red carpet covered with dozens of celebrities, turning and twisting their bodies to show their best angle. They actually hoarded the red carpet for as long as they could to get as many pictures out as possible. 

Dudley didn't give a fuck, though. He was there to enjoy his time with Narcissa. So, he walked past the celebrities. They didn't recognize him, and he didn't mind. His name was thrown out a lot, but mostly, people in the business field knew his face. And his media presence was absurdly low. Expecting the inherently ignorant, self-obsessed Hollywood celebrities to know him was pointless. 

"Ah, Mr. Dursley."

But still, there were a few who did recognize him and rushed to shake his hand. He made sure to remember their name and give them a boost in the future. 

Eventually, with Narcissa hugging his arm, he stopped at a wide clearing on the red carpet, the wall of cameras aimed at him. They didn't flash, however. 

Shit, this is embarrassing. They don't know my face. 

"Who are the—"

"Holy fuck! That's Dudley Dursley!"

"Richest bloke in the damn world!" 

"Just twenty-one years old!"

"Must have rich parents."

"Nope, self-made."

Hearing all that from the crowd of cameramen, he proudly straightened his back. However, he miscalculated how famous his name was, even if they didn't know his face.

Flash! Flash!

Every single camera in the vicinity started to flash like crazy. Heck, even the ones on the sides that were focused on others turned and flashed towards him. Fuck, even the ones behind him flashed, making him wonder if they were photographing his ass instead. 

Hell, I'm going blind!

As Narcissa clutched his arm tighter, he knew she was blinded by it too. 

Annoyed, he just waved once and started walking away blindly. Yet, the bastards didn't stop clicking pictures like he was some rare zoo animal. They shouted his name, asking him to wait and give a few poses. He cursed them under his breath and walked faster to leave the place. 

Though what followed was even more annoying. Every bastard tried to talk to him and shake hands. He recognized a few, but most he didn't know. Thankfully, before it got too much, Vanguards disguised as guests controlled the crowd and, with swings of their hidden wands, kept everyone at bay. 

"I-Is this normal?" Narcissa asked, letting out a deep breath. 

"Honestly, it’s my first go. And my last. Felt like having a dozen Lumos blasted straight into me."

Narcissa chuckled, nodding. "Likewise."

After that, they enjoyed each other's company, watching a few movies, some Dudley knew, so he focused on them as they were actually good. When evening approached, he didn't bother with any afterparties, being too tired. 

He called in the chopper in a nearby field and just left to relax on the yacht. 

####

Narcissa was tired, walking in those heels and wearing that gown for so long, was exhausting. But at the same time, it was an experience she knew she'd never forget. During that whole time, her attention was on Dudley, and she realized he truly disliked all the public attention. 

Adorable… I must say. 

She remembered his face when the cameramen started to recognize him. How he puffed his chest in pride. It made her realize how much he had achieved in just a few years. And he did it all on his own. That was truly worth being proud of. It also made her realize how young he was and already at the global peak of success. 

For tonight's dinner… Perhaps… 

As she took a bath and returned to her bed to change clothes for dinner on the top deck, she stared at the choice of clothing spread on the bedsheet. One was her regular, loose attire, and the other… simple to say, it made her cheeks blush.

A whole week had passed, and Dudley had never touched her inappropriately, even though his gaze often took some liberties. It made her feel comfortable and calm in his presence, to know that he wouldn't do anything. Yet, somewhere in her mind, she felt… disappointment? Like she was expecting him to do something? 

"What should I wear?"

With a frown, she stared at the golden dress Dudley had bought for her that one time. She had brought it along without thinking and now… She couldn't believe she was thinking of wearing it. She wanted to reward him for his honesty, help, and self-control. 

Why am I doing this? 

She had no answers. 

In the end, she dressed up, walked over to the mirror to comb her hair, add a little mascara, put on some lipstick, light makeup, and add golden hoop earrings before putting on the white heels. One glance at the clock, she nervously headed out. 

She felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her heels clapped on the wooden floor. Her legs, on occasion, felt weak. But she didn't stop and went upstairs all the way to the top deck. She noticed Dudley sitting at the table, his back towards her. He was wearing the usual T-shirt and track pants. 

It's just a tease, Narcissa. He's… He deserves it. 

Deserves it? Why? She cursed herself the very next second, questioning her own thought process. It made no sense why she wanted to please this man in this strange way. 

"Dudley."

Yet she did, and called for his name. He didn't look at her at first, but when her heels made so much noise, she watched him turn his head and… freeze. She felt her face burn from his reaction, his eyes wide, his mouth agape, and a noticeable gulp. He didn't even blink and just kept staring. She knew there was a lot to stare at. 

It was the same dress he had bought for her that time, its name she later found out was ‘sequin mini-dress.’ It was golden in color, glittering like stars, and very… very short. She could feel the warm, soothing air touch every inch of her skin, and it drew goosebumps. 

The neckline plunged recklessly low, the fabric straining as if eager to spill her ripe swells, leaving her cleavage in brazen display. It was so small, it left her arms and entire back nude. Below, the skirt wasn’t a skirt at all but twin curtains that met only in suggestion. 

On one side was a slit, riding scandalously high on her waist, unveiling the full length of one pale, sculpted leg. Each step made it sway, teasing flashes of thigh and the soft line of her hip. And beneath, dainty white heels crowned the vision, delicate contrasts to the decadent maturity of her body. 

Ugh… Say something… this is humiliating. Narcissa felt like running away and hiding herself. The embarrassment was like nothing she'd felt in her life. She felt so naked, and his heated gaze only made her more nervous. 

"I… didn't know I missed seeing you in this dress, Narcissa."

Narcissa gulped, almost took a step back when he stood up and walked closer. She forced her eyes to look into his, full of desire, lust; it was contagious. "I…"

But then he extended one hand, and instinctively, she gave him her hand. Like a gentle lover, he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand and pulled her towards the table. 

"You look gorgeous in this, Narcissa."

She looked away to hide the embarrassment. And to hide her legs, she took a seat urgently. Sadly, she quickly realized how little the dress covered. If he were to look underneath the table, he'd see everything. 

Thankfully, he was only interested in looking into her eyes. 

"You just made my night." He said with the biggest smile she'd seen yet. "And that deserves something special."

She watched him call the staff. 

In mere moments, a light dinner was placed before them with the most expensive wine she had ever dared to sip. It was so delicious that she quickly drank two glasses and poured a third. Or perhaps it was to gather some courage in that moment of embarrassment. 

What's wrong with you, Narcissa? You're not in Hogwarts. You're an adult wom…

Just as she tried to pep-talk herself, Dudley picked some pasta with his spoon and extended that spoon to her lips. Without realizing, she ate it, and then cursed herself for being too easy. 

"Is it just me, or does it taste even better than before? Must be because of the stunning view."

She openly blushed at his compliment and tried to eat some. The wine was still the main focus, wanting to drink it until she couldn't remember anything. Sadly, it wasn't working as she hoped it would. Instead of giving her courage, it loosened her lips. 

"You wanted this, didn't you? No point denying..."

What? He's the most powerful man in the world! What am I saying?!

She expected anger, and instead received a warm smile. 

"I’ll be straight with you, Narcissa. From the very first day in the office, I wanted you. You’re stunning, absolutely dazzling, drop-dead gorgeous, and I’d have to be daft not to want you."

"..."

She could swear she had never made such a dumb face in her entire life. And there, she made it for a whole minute, silent, shocked by his admission of lustful desires. Sure, they had kissed before, sure, he had fondled her breasts, but this was… so intimate. 

"Why? I'm old, a mother, a widow, and—"

"So what? You really believe that changes how stunning you are? Not a chance. None of that puts me off. I know what I want, and I won’t pretend otherwise."

She pursed her lips for a moment and watched him drain his glass of wine. Was he also nervous, she wondered. 

"I… Is…" She stuttered, gathering strength to ask him the question that had haunted her mind for so long. She wasn't a fool; she knew Dudley loathed her house, and he was likely behind her husband's death. "Is it just… because you want to… take revenge on m-my house? T-To feel triumphant by debasing me and… then casting me aside?"

"Bloody hell!" Dudley looked offended. "Who the hell told you that? I don’t just want you tonight, Narcissa. I want you for good, the rest of your life! You'll be mine and mine alone… but only if you’ll have me."

"..."

Narcissa almost fell backwards over the chair. His words felt sincere and true. He… really meant them. His words burned through her body, igniting something she thought was long lost. And then it all snapped. From where that moment of confidence came, she knew not. But she stood up with resolve. 

"Then…"

Narcissa grabbed his hand and pulled him along, leading him to the stairs, down to the master bedroom, where Dudley slept, as it was the closest. She dared not look behind, fearing her resolve would falter. 

Click!

She opened the door, walked inside all the way to the middle of that large bedroom, near the foot of the bed on the carpet. Then finally, she turned around on her heels and looked up at his face, her soft hands automatically tracing his chest. 

"Then have me."

And there she saw it, what she awoke in him. The breaking of the chains that were holding him back. His lust and desire exploded, and he wrapped her in a heated, bruising embrace. His hands knew no shame as she felt them crawl down over her nude back, over her hips. 

She just looked at his face as it came closer and closer and… she tasted wine again. 

####

Fuck! I can't hold it anymore!

The second she appeared in front of him, he was rock hard. The second she gave him the green light, he pounced. His words had been true, though not entirely whole. 

Yes, she was the final jewel in his conquest of Wizarding Britain, the most beautiful of all pureblood women, now his to have. But he hadn’t lied when he claimed her for life. After this night, she would be his forever.

He leaned down, lips colliding with hers in a kiss so violent and passionate it stole the air from her lungs. His hands were possessed, greedy, groping the plump weight of her ass. It was soft, wide, perfectly round. His fingers sank into flesh like he’d waited years to finally touch her.

Her lips tasted like wine, dark and sweet, tangled with the faint edge of lipstick. He chased it feverishly, tongue rolling inside her mouth, sucking on every drop of that flavor. Her eyes closed, surrendering to him, but his stayed open. He wanted to see her face, every flutter of her lashes, every twitch of pleasure that crossed her skin.

“Ummmhhh—” Narcissa moaned into his mouth.

“Mmmmh…” Dudley groaned, eating her lips with a starving hunger. 

He breathed her in like she was oxygen. His arm locked around her soft, curvy waist, hauling her against him. His other hand clawed at her peach, squeezing, kneading, twisting her flesh. He tilted his head, angling, dragging her lips with him, slurping every inch of her mouth.

“Ooooh…” Narcissa broke the kiss, panting, her palms flat against his chest. 

She pushed, but there was no rejection in her eyes. They matched his ferocity, glowing with a fire he had stoked back to life. She grabbed his collar, turned the push into force, and drove him back until he dropped down onto the edge of the bed.

Dudley landed on his ass, legs spread wide. Before he could even smirk, she dropped to her knees between them, her hands fumbling for his track pants. He spared her the trouble, hooked his thumbs, and shoved them down himself, revealing his entire lower half in one quick motion.

“Mmmmm!” Narcissa gasped, a sharp, shaky moan slipping free. 

Her breath caught at the sight of his manhood, her voice trembling between shock and pure desire. He was thick, massive, bigger than she expected, and the sheer sight of it sent a thrill racing through her chest. Her hands darted forward, seizing his sizable member, and then her lips followed with furious heat. 

Nothing mattered anymore. The walls were shattered.

Her mouth latched onto his cock, sucking hard, reckless. She tried to take him all at once, shoving her lips down over his fat length. But she gagged, eyes watering, forced to pull back with a wet pop. 

Her red lipstick smeared across his shaft in messy streaks, staining him in sinful marks of her lustful greed. She didn’t stop. She kissed her way up his length, from base to tip, leaving trails of crimson smudges and spit-shine, every peck an act of worship laced with filth.

Her hand stroked him quickly, twisting around the slick, her spit coating him in a gleaming, musky sheen. Her fist pumped, her lips kissed, her tongue swirled, each move messy and eager, desperate to please. 

The scent was heavy already, masculine and intoxicating, and she breathed it in like perfume.

"Gaaaaah! Fuck!" Dudley was on cloud nine. 

After weeks of teasing restraint, acting semi-interested, this moment felt like his crowning triumph. The sense of accomplishment burned hotter than the wet heat engulfing his cock. Narcissa Malfoy, once a noblewoman of Wizarding Britain’s richest house, was now on her knees, choking and drooling on his cock. And not because he took her, not because he forced her, but because she gave herself to him. 

She wanted this. She wanted him.

The thought made his veins pulse harder. His smirk widened, victory and lust fused together, as he threaded his fingers through her silky hair and pushed her down harder. His cock jammed into her throat for a few glorious seconds, his tip lodged past her tonsils, before he yanked her back up and let her gasp. 

He glanced at the massive mirror across the wall and caught sight of the scene, the former aristocrat worshiping between his legs. He grinned at his reflection like he was showing off to an audience. A display of dominance, a moment of conquest.

“Dammit… Narcissa… Uh!” he groaned, feeling her tongue swirl and lap along his shaft, her mouth working with reckless hunger. 

She slurped him, kissed him, stroked him like she couldn’t get enough. As if she had finally found what was missing in her life.

But just as his body lurched toward the edge, he pulled her off, spit strings snapping from her lips to his cock. 

No, he wouldn’t waste it here. Not like this.

“My turn… let me taste you, Narcissa.” His voice was thick with command and heat.

She nodded instantly, lips swollen, spit dripping down her chin, her plump bosom rising and falling with ragged breaths.

He grabbed her wrist and tugged her onto the bed, sliding backward until his shoulders hit the pillows. 

As he lay back, she straddled his hips, fumbling to peel her red panties aside, leaving them hooked on one leg. She lined herself up, lowering toward his rigid cock…

"Ooooh!"

But before her body could sink down, Dudley’s hands seized her hips and dragged her up his body. In one smooth pull, he planted her knees wide on either side of his head, her freshly-shaved cunt glistening right over his mouth.

“Ah… forgive m—Oooooh!” Narcissa cried out, her apology broken to shreds the instant his tongue dove between her folds.

She froze at first, cunt hovering over his face, trembling, because she had never allowed this before. She thought he’d be furious. But instead, his arms wrapped tight around her thighs, locking her in place, pressed tighter against his face. She looked down and met his eyes, gleaming up at her with wild thrill and burning passion, his mouth buried in her pussy like he’d been starving for her.

And that was when she realized, this was what he wanted all along.

“Ooooh… Y… you’re… making me… ummm… Feels good!” She moaned, clutching at his hair, hips twitching under his relentless tongue. 

He lapped her, savoured her, tongue speared through her folds with wet, eager strokes. His tongue pressed deep, dragged across her clit, circled her slit, and returned again in maddening rhythm.

Dudley fucking loved this moment. She was a fountain clogged for far too long, and now she burst free, pouring onto his tongue. She was sweet, intoxicating, a flavor that mixed sin with nectar. Her moans were soft, musical, slipping past her lips even when she tried to stifle them. He felt her shame melt with every thrust of his tongue, and when she finally gave in, riding her cunt down on his mouth, she throbbed like he’d claimed her soul.

“Mmmmh… oh… mmm!” Narcissa whimpered, hips rolling helplessly. 

She tried to muffle herself, biting her lips to hold back, but every time his tongue lathered her sensitive nub she cried louder, breaking into shuddering moans as her juices slicked his mouth.

Dudley’s hands slid up, shoving at her neckline until it parted across her smooth swells. He claimed her breasts, heavy and soft, a faint sag of ripeness that only made them fit more perfectly into his palms. They spilled through his fingers as he squeezed them tight, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her cherry nipples until she jolted.

"Aaaaaaaah… F-Forgive me… I must… I can't… hold… m—myself!"

Her words crumbled into shrieks as her whole body buckled. Her soft thighs clamped around his head, her pussy spasming violently over his mouth. She came undone in messy waves, soaking his tongue, her cries tumbling into gasps and broken moans.

“Oooohh—ahhh! N-no… I’m… c-cumming… there… oh Merlin, I’m really… cumming… aaahhh!” she babbled, half-sobbing, half-moaning, disbelief tangled with sheer bliss. 

She had never imagined she could fall apart from just his tongue, but he speared it deep inside her, licking through every convulsion. His tongue carved up into her moist core, twisting, stretching her inner walls with wet, ruthless strokes until she shook. Her clit throbbed under his mouth, her whole body seizing as another gush spilled out of her.

Dudley groaned into her folds, loving the way she broke. He relished it, the thrill of her noble body crumbling against his mouth, the way her moans turned musical and wild. He held her through it, savoring her spasms, pressing his tongue deeper with every wave until her hips finally quivered out the last spurt of nectar.

When she slumped forward and pulled herself off his face, his smirk turned feral. His face was drenched in her mess, chin gleaming, lips wet.

"Narcissa… Ride me."

The word hit her like a curse, vile and wicked, but her body was feverish with the same need. She couldn’t deny him anymore, not when he had already made her feel pleasures she thought impossible. She wanted more.

She slid backward on her knees, shifting until her soaked pussy hovered over his cock.

"No, not like that. Turn around, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror." His hand caught her waist and stopped her.

Narcissa's eyes widened. It was humiliating, intoxicating, thrilling all at once. She had crossed the point of no return, and she knew it. He was the only man who could have her like this, the only one she couldn’t refuse. If he wanted, he could take her regardless, but instead, he demanded she give herself, eyes wide open, seeing herself do it.

"Of… course." She whispered, breathless.

She turned around, facing the mirror. The reflection hit her like a blow. Her makeup smeared, lipstick ruined, her hair in a mess, her tits hanging heavy, her pussy dripping down her thigh. His cock stood proud, swollen tight, glistening.

Lustful desire flared through her, and she obeyed. 

She reached down, gripped his shaft, and raised herself above him. In the mirror, she watched her own hand guide him into place. And then, slowly, tremblingly, her hips sank down.

“Ooooohhh!” she gasped as his cock stretched her open, wider than anything she had ever known. 

She stared at her reflection, eyes wide, watching the bulbous head disappear between her swollen lower lips, watching her own folds stretch around him. Her husband had never filled her like this. This was different; this was savage.

"Oh… You're… going to… break me!" She moaned, torn between terror and raw lust. 

But still her hips pressed down, taking his beast of a cock deeper, letting him fill her inch by inch until his thickness throbbed inside her belly. It stung, it burned, it stretched, but it felt right. She wanted all of him.

Dudley groaned under her, his self-control fraying. The stimulation of having her speared on his cock made him twitch close to release. Her walls were snug, wet velvet wrapped around steel, squeezing, clutching him. He clawed at her soft curves, kneading her pale, wide ass, his mind screaming in bliss. He had claimed her. Narcissa Malfoy was his now.

Narcissa’s head fell back, her eyes on the mirror as she started to roll her hips. Her arms reached behind to rest on his chest for support, both her heels pressed onto his thighs, her entire weight now on his body.

“Ahhh… Y-yes…So, good… You fill me sooo–oohh… much! Stretch mee–hh!” she moaned shamelessly, yet somehow her voice still carried that noble dignity, even in her surrender.

Plap!

Her hips smacked down, her pussy gushing in the mirror.

Fuck! 

Dudley gritted his teeth, his knuckles clawing the sheets. She was riding him reverse, her eyes locked on her reflection as she took him in. The mirror showed her ruin, her shame, her lust, and his cock splitting her open. His smirk curled again, victory painted across his lips as he watched her eyes looking into it so sinfully, so… pointedly.

Plap! Smack!

Dudley’s palm cracked across her pale ass, sending it into a wild jiggle. Then he clawed her thighs to support her weight.

Jesus…You’re fucking made for Narcissa.

Every motion drove him insane. When she rose up, his cock seemed to sigh, relaxing in the open air, veins bulging with pressure. But when she came back down, her cunt swallowed him into a tight, hot tunnel, squeezing him in wet spasms that massaged him from base to tip. His cock throbbed, his balls pulled tight, every bounce feeding him ecstasy until he thought he’d snap.

“I… I dreamt of… this! Narcissa!” Dudley shouted in bliss, his hand sliding back to press at her second hole as she leaned forward, his middle finger smearing his own leaking cockjuice over her snug anal hole. “Dammit… wish I was born… earlier!”

Fucking herself silly, Narcissa’s eyes flew wide at his words, her rhythm stuttering. It was filthy, it was wrong. She felt guilty, ashamed, like she had spat on Lucius’ memory. Yet, her cunt only squeezed harder at the thought, juices spilling down his cock. Lucius had brought her ruin, had shackled her. Dudley was giving her the world, power, and pleasure. For the first time in her life, she was choosing for herself. 

Plap! Plap!

“Gaaaah!” Dudley roared, hips slamming up. He jammed balls-deep and let go, eruption tearing through him in scorching waves.

Hot, thick spurts filled her, pumping into every inch of her pussy, but Narcissa didn’t slow. She kept bouncing, her ass clapping against his hips, milking him even as he flooded her. The wet squelching was obscene, creamy froth squeezing out around his shaft and painting her thighs.

He came more and more, days of pent-up hunger pouring out of him, splattering inside her. His seed spilled in thick rivulets down her pussy, dripping onto his balls, streaking the sheets below. And still, Narcissa rode, eyes glued to the mirror.

She stared at her own reflection. Her makeup ruined, lipstick smeared, her pussy splayed wide around his cock. She watched the creamy froth bubbling with every thrust, his virile batter painting her insides so thick it leaked back out in milky streams. She looked dirty, debased, but her body craved more.

“Ohhh! W-what?!” she gasped when suddenly Dudley shoved her forward. She caught herself with her arms, hair spilling wildly.

“Hands and knees,” he ordered.

Her heart stung at the words. This was animalistic, beneath the dignity of a pureblood. But at this moment, blood meant nothing. She wanted more of that thrilling, shameful lust, of that helplessness for ecstasy, of that raw fucking… of him.

“Ooooooh! Yes! Please… faster, harder… mmmmh!” she cried in delirium as he mounted her.

Clap! Plap! Clap! 

His hips crashed into her, fucking her with wild abandon. The bed creaked, its frame groaning under their rutting. His hands spread her asscheeks wide, clawing hard enough to leave deep red marks. He leaned forward, placing wet, spiteful kisses across her smooth back where her golden dress sagged too low to cover her plump ass.

Plap! Plap!

His thrusts were brutal, hammering her deeper, faster, reckless. He could feel it, she was close again, her cunt fluttering madly around his cock. But he wanted her face, wanted to see her break.

With a grunt, he fisted a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her head back.

Narcissa’s mouth fell open, tongue lolling out as her tits thrashed under her, her body arching helplessly in his grasp.

“Look at you…” Dudley growled, glancing at the mirror. His smirk curled as if challenging anyone to watch. “You are… fucking gorgeous, Narcissa!”

The reflection showed it all. Her delirious face, twisted in bliss and shame; her pale ass clapping against his hips; her breasts dangling heavy, bouncing with every thrust; her golden dress disheveled and useless. She was ruined, owned, and she couldn’t stop moaning for more.

Pa!

Dudley’s hand cracked across her pale ass.

Pa!

Harder this time. She jolted, her bosom heaving heavily.

“Come for me, Narcissa! Oh, Cissy… come for me!”

The nickname, soft, intimate, forbidden, broke her last wall. 

Her body quaked, her mind shattered, and she screamed, “Nnnnnnngh, yes, yes, yes, YES… I’m coming…!”

She erupted, pussy gushing in wild, desperate squirts that splashed down his thighs, soaking his balls as he kept ramming into her. She howled and sang in pleasure, mascara tearing black rivers down her cheeks. 

Narcissa looked into the mirror, saw herself smiling, moaning, crying, laughing like a madwoman. Her body was sticky, warm, dripping, ruined, and she adored it. This was spice, this was fire, this was what she’d been starved of all her life. She was addicted already.

Plap! Plap!

Dudley gritted his teeth, his cock swelling again, but something burned inside him. He needed more, something final. 

“Roll… ov-over!” he growled.

Narcissa obeyed without thought, collapsing on her back. In an instant, he mounted her between her legs, rammed his cock to the hilt with a single brutal stroke, his balls slapping her ass. He hovered over her like a beast claiming its mate, grounding thrusts pounding her deep.

Instead of kissing her lips, he latched onto her tits, suckling like no tomorrow, biting and tugging, marking her skin with raw greed. His tongue dragged over her collarbone, his teeth left love bites down her neck, licking her like she was his prize feast.

“You’re mine… forever… Nah—Narcissa… Malfoy… Mine!” Dudley roared, hips drilling harder, his cock battering her womb as if demanding it yield to him.

“Oh… I am… all yours!” she cried, loud, shameless, utterly surrendering.

That was it. That toppled his last thread of control. His mouth crushed onto hers, tongues colliding, writhing, rolling together like they were fucking too. 

She rolled her whole tongue out, mindless and wild, licking his teeth, devouring him as much as he devoured her. He tasted her surrender, her desperation, her unholy lust.

And then he felt it, his cock exploding again.

“MMMMMHhh—fuck! Take it!” He broke the kiss just long enough to grunt, to watch in the mirror as his own ass flexed and pumped into her. Her legs hooked tight around his back, heels digging in, keeping him buried inside her.

White hot, ropes of cream erupted deep inside her, flooding her womb in sticky surges. The first spurt hit so deep her whole belly clenched, the second heavier, thicker, his balls emptying rabidly. He pumped her full, thick cream gushing back out, but he only shoved it deeper, breeding her like a man obsessed. Every thrust splattered more, churning his seed against her walls, her core accepting every drop.

Her pussy gurgled around him, white froth streaking down their thighs, but he didn’t stop. Even as his cock finished erupting, he kept pounding, grinding his soaked shaft inside her, stirring the mess until she was dripping obscene rivulets across the sheets.

"Mmmm… Yes… I can feel you!" 

Narcissa’s eyes rolled back, her moans hoarse. Her legs spread wide, her cunt stuffed, his cock vanishing into her creamy hole, and she smiled deliriously into his kiss.

He kept pounding her even as he stopped spilling. He wasn't done yet; he wanted to fuck her right against the mirror after all. 

"Don't…" He broke the kiss and stared at her face. "Don't take the potion."

Narcissa's eyes grew wide in utter shock. The meaning behind his simple words was profound. What he was asking from her was… so much and yet… how so foolishly she found herself… so willingly agreeing. 

Teary-eyed, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his head. "Yes… I won’t… never!"

Dudley smiled and kissed her again, eyes locked at the mirror, triumphant.

####

The next seven days were nothing short of pure bliss. 

With all the walls between them vanished, her acceptance of his rather unusual claim on her, they became one. They spent half the days rutting in his bedroom, the other half roaming Venice and even visiting Rome, fucking every chance they got in any secluded corner they found. Magic helped.

Every single time he spilled inside her, he reminded her not to take the potion. And every single time she smiled and agreed. It was a twisted sort of thing. Both of them fucked with the pure desire to create new life, despite there being no love between them. Just utter physical and emotional lust. 

On their last day, they fucked the whole night on the yacht. Then, they fucked the whole way in the private plane. Finally, as he dropped her at the D&D building, they parted with a secret, slippery, wet kiss, and his hands groping her ass, promising a lot more action soon. 

Clearly, the coming days in the office were going to be exciting.

But he put those thoughts at the back of his mind and went to his office. 

Just as he sat down, Edwin barged in holding a thick stack of papers.

"How did it go?" Edwin asked.

"Let’s just say she’ll be off on a proper holiday in a few months."

"..."

Edwin, a family man with a loving wife and daughter, didn't know whether to feel jealous or disturbed. "Honestly, if I didn’t know you better, I’d have called you deviant trash. Still, you seem decent enough, and you’ll take responsibility."

"For the little one, yeah, of course. Anyway, what’s going on with that stack of papers?"

"Got the gaming firms you asked for. Just need your signatures." Edwin slid over the stack. "By the way, your OWL score came in. Sorry, had a quick look."

"And? How did I do?" Dudley asked, showing no excitement for his exam result, far too occupied with the papers he was meant to sign.

Edwin picked up the folded letter from the stack he had passed to Dudley. "I must say, I’m impressed. You hardly put in the hours and still walked away with O’s in Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Arithmancy. Even your Es in Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic, and Astronomy are nothing to scoff at—How?"

Dudley chuckled and waved his hand. "Magic!"

Edwin rolled his eyes and stood up. "You ought to hand over all your study materials to Sophie. She’s having a bit of a struggle."

"Let her enjoy it. She can finally breathe easy with Voldemort gone. What’s there for her to worry about? Her dad’s in the world’s top thirty richest and her uncle’s the disgustingly richest man in the world."

Edwin chuckled as he set off for work. "Still, she has to keep up some reputation with her friends. Anyway, I’m heading to America for that… thing you mentioned. Have you cleared your schedule?"

"Shit!" Dudley muttered, frowning as he finally looked up. "Slipped my mind. I’ll get that letter off to Hogwarts straight away."

He put all the work aside and started writing a letter, informing the Headmaster that he won't be able to join Hogwarts until the start of October. The reason was pretty simple, but he couldn't tell anyone.

The year was 2001, and September was about to roll in. With that, the eleventh would too.

And on that day, at a particular hour, in a particular tower, he was scheduled for a meeting, alongside his Vanguard bodyguards.