Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

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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