Hermione's breath hit his face, and she once again dove at his lips. But her arms moved, releasing his neck. She reached for Dudley's arms, which were still hanging on the side. She grabbed them and guided them over to her back, much lower than her waist.
Finally, Dudley responded in full. He opened his mouth and began leading her to experience a perfect kiss. He locked with her lips first and danced until they went dry. Then he added his tongue and quickly swept through her mouth.
Her arms only hugged his head harder in response, loving the sensation of his tongue invading. Her back constantly arched and straightened, as if letting him fuck her lips, though doing that also made her hips shake where it mattered the most.
She followed his guide and curled with his tongue, lips sealed tight on each other.
Dudley truly relished her scent and taste. Hermione was no hygiene freak, but she did more than most to keep herself presentable. Her breath tasted of honey and mint, and he relished every little sound she made.
Though, his hands weren't idle either. As he'd told her in his thoughts, he quickly slid his hands under her dangling skirt from behind. With both palms spread as wide as possible, he cupped her asscheeks and pulled her lower half in, hard enough so she could feel his peak erection squeeze against her folds.
She was warm down there; he could feel it. But he had no plans to take it too far. Kissing, fondling her amazing, soft ass, he was content. She was surprisingly soft down there; he had reckoned she wasn't that fit and toned all over.
He was utterly wrong.
Hermione was perfect in her own way. As all other girls who walked into his life.
He guided her with his strength. His palms clenched her bottom flesh and made her shift back and forth on his lap. He occasionally dry humped up, letting her know what it truly meant to give in.
Dudley felt the waistband of her pantyhose and fought against the idea of sliding his hand underneath. He didn't want to scare her. He wanted to taste her and let her taste him slowly, stage by stage, and enjoy the entire ride.
In time, he felt his throat go dry and pulled his lips back. The look on Hermione's face was a mess as her faintly tinted lip gloss was smudged, her jaw glistening with their dribble.
"Hermione…" He called out her name and earned her undivided attention. "Can you feel it?"
He flexed his cock a couple of times, making it swell and relax a few times.
"Hmm…" She nodded strongly.
"I'd love to go all the way, but I don't think we should rush it. It won't be easy to take, and I don't want it to be a sour memory." He spoke with a kind of steady certainty, then stood up in one smooth movement, keeping Hermione tight against him, hands supporting under her ass. "I'm not a very gentle lover, you see."
Shame, embarrassment, lust, so many things combined and formed her expressions. Other than breathing like a mare in heat, she could do nothing in that dangling position. All her responses were just nods.
"Let's end this study session today." Dudley finally lowered her to the floor, begrudgingly taking his hands off of her round rump. "We have plenty of days ahead."
She nodded once again, sheepishly. Quick on her feet, she grabbed her book and tried to run away.
"Wait!"
She froze just before reaching the door.
Dudley walked behind her, making his presence known. Then, in a move that almost melted her, his arms gently slid around her slender waist, all the way to the front before hugging her frame to his chest with full force.
He lowered his face beside her ear and landed a wet kiss on her naked skin, earning goosebumps across her peel.
Then, he turned her around with a gentle push on her shoulders and kissed her lips one last time. Nothing fancy, a mere momentary, deep kiss with no tongue but a lot of lips involved.
"You taste… good."
Hermione's brows threatened to leave the stratosphere, eyes so wide at his words that her face visibly turned red.
Once again, she nodded and finally escaped the demon's lair.
Thud!
The door was slammed shut, and Dudley was left alone, standing, chuckling, and shaking his head.
The least I can do is not be an asshole, I guess. Let's take it slow.
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The first task of the Triwizard tournament went just about as Dudley had expected. Before the start of the game, he met the champions and wished them good luck. He was friends with three of them, after all.
Though for no reason, Fleur decided to peck a kiss on his cheek right in front of Viktor, Cedric, and Harry. She said it was to thank his advice back in France.
Not thinking too much of it, he watched the champions take on their respective dragons one by one. Cedric, the shining, handsome bastard, went first and easily won the dragon. Then, Fleur went and placed the dragon in a trance. But when the dragon snored a jet of flames, she was thrown back against a boulder.
But thanks to Dudley's advice to save herself from fire, she'd already charmed her clothes to resist fire. Other than a muscle injury on her shoulder, she flawlessly grabbed the golden egg and finished her task.
After her, Viktor Krum went and, like a brute, finished his task with precision. Finally, the whole Harry Potter drama happened. But since Dudley had advised him about the broom before the fake Moody could, the Boy-Who-Lived also flew high.
Dudley noticed Lily, sitting near Dumbledore, biting her nails in fright. But he was very relaxed, eating some snacks with Susan and Hannah, who were actually enjoying the show.
Some time later, Harry won his golden egg as well, qualifying for the next round.
Later, when Dudley went to congratulate his sponsored shining boy, Cedric, Fleur again approached him and threw herself at him for a hug followed by a kiss on the cheek, expressing her gratitude and whatnot, all in French.
At his sides, Hannah and Susan glared, arms folded.
Sighing, he congratulated Cedric and Harry and then dragged his two beauties to the empty Arithmancy classroom to show them that they were permanent in his life and no Veela could ever take their place, all through his actions.
It involved a lot of grunting, exerting, moans, giggles, claps, and, of course, watery substances. By nightfall, Susan and Hannah had to lean on him, each holding onto one of his arms to walk steadily. Not that they complained. Heck, they already knew Dudley's thoughts about them, but teasing him was always more fun.
That night, in Hufflepuff, a massive party was thrown, with snacks and non-alcoholic drinks flowing freely. It was one hell of a blessing for Hufflepuff to have a rich, generous guy stand with them.
Eating, drinking, mindless dancing, occasional fights, some arm wrestling, a few guys getting slapped, and a few guys getting kissed. It was chaos but one of celebration.
Dudley, however, was aware of what was to come next and sneaked out of the common room to send a letter and request a special order from Diagon Alley.
A beautiful tuxedo for himself and dresses for Susan and Hannah, made custom for their sinful curves. Red for Susan, to match her hair, and white for Hannah, to compliment her blond hair.
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Learning to dance was hard. Each day, he, Hannah, and Susan practiced in the empty classroom but failed each time.
Not because the dance was hard. Not at all; that was the easy part.
The issue was that each time they'd start dancing, his hand on their waist would slide to their hips, their lips would find his, and in no time, it would turn into a horizontal tango. How they were still so horny towards each other was a question nobody could answer.
All they knew was that they craved each other's company a lot. In mind, body, and magic, the three trusted each other completely, and their loyalty to one another was unquestionable. Entertaining their sexual desires whenever they felt the need was a perk they enjoyed immensely.
Not that it didn't raise eyebrows. Some boys occasionally passed jealous comments when Susan and Hannah would pass by.
Dudley's sluts. Rich Man's Toys. Ms. Tits and Ms. Ass. Filthy Blood Traitors. Or just plain and simple Whores.
Susan was always quick to shoot back and shame them. Hannah was a more silent type who took things to heart. Not that Dudley ever let her do it for long. He'd note down the names of the guys and hit them where it hurt: their parents.
The two girls were the most important to him in Hogwarts. Then came the rest of the game with Harry and the others. After all, Harry had his Ron and Hermione.
Why couldn't he have his Susan and Hannah?
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