Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

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."

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