"How about we start the practice? Let's do this. You read my mind, then I'll read yours. After each turn, we'll say what we caught—that way, we can check if we're getting it right. You go first."
He didn't give her a chance to refuse and made himself the victim first so she could feel more in control. He didn't want to scare her, after all.
Hermione became silent, with her wrinkled, cute brows and focused eyes, she used Legilimency to read Dudley's mind. In an instant, she turned red but kept reading, only to bite her lips, her legs shaking in reaction, shifting a little close to his throbbing cock until her heels touched that soft length.
"So? What did you read?" He asked her with a cheeky smile.
"Y-You…" Hermione stuttered, unable to find words to make what she read more refined. She didn't want to use those same words. "Y-You… like what you see, and want to kiss my… nip—breasts. You feel hard and wonder how my hands would feel around your coc—girth. You want me to rub you with my feet and stop folding my arms."
"Ten points to Gryffindor!" Dudley clapped and focused on her eyes. "Now, it's my turn to read."
Hermione became silent and focused her eyes.
Haha! This girl, thinking about books and studying? Dudley realized she was trying to play dirty. So, he moved his hands under the water and grabbed her soft feet. He pushed them closer and squeezed them against his cock. He rubbed them over his own length. Now we're talking.
In an instant, Hermione's thoughts changed. Gone were the books, she moaned under her breath at the texture of his cock. That softness, that squeeze she felt. She wanted to see it, touch it, lick it, and suck it so bad. She wanted to stop being so shy and actually do it.
That was all she could think of—Sucking him off.
"So, you're interested in my cock's texture? I don't mind, Hermione, use your feet, do whatever you want. I can stand up if you want to see it and if you want to suck it… If you let me eat you after that, we have a deal."
She once again slammed her hands on her face to hide the embarrassment, revealing her hot mounds. And she didn't hide them again anymore. And as expected, when she read Dudley back, she read how much more depraved his thoughts became.
"You want to lick my… breasts and then kiss my lips and… you want to take me to my bed and eat my… lower lips. Then…" Her eyes widened, bigger than ever yet. "You want to get on top of me, lick me like a goddess to be worshiped and… fold me, take me, put your… length inside me and make me moan until I… release, and you… Oh!"
Dudley smirked. "And?"
"And… you want to spill inside me… Dudley, I think…"
Dudley grabbed both her soft feet, pushed them apart, gripped her ankles hard, and then pulled her entire body towards himself in a strong, easy tug. The water and the smooth tub made it all the more easier.
His hands moved from her ankles to her knees, then to her thighs, and before long, she was straddled on his legs. With his legs folded, her knees parted wide under the water, her hips resting right on his thighs, and her hot, scorching virgin cunt was flat against the length of his cock.
"Honestly, why are we still pretending? It's perfectly obvious we want each other terribly, and I think we ought to stop fighting it and just… let it happen."
Hermione froze for a moment, her beautiful, round breasts right near his face as she looked down into his eyes. She felt his hands wide on her ass, and her pussy right against his throbbing manhood. What he said was true, she wanted to do it. But she feared it.
"But y-you're with Susan and… Hannah?"
"So what if we're not dating? From the start, the three of us were upfront about what we wanted. We really care about each other as mates—real friendship—and anything beyond that is just an added bit, not the focus. They see it as a way to meet their needs without the emotional mess of a relationship, and frankly, I agree, I see it the same way. They're free to see whoever they like, and if that happens, we call off anything physical straight away—That was always the understanding."
It was perhaps the first time Dudley had told anyone about his relationship with Susan and Hannah. Though, in truth, he considered them more than just friends. He was happy to live the rest of his life with just the two of them. Heck, Susan had bluntly told him during their first time that if she didn't get married by a certain age, she wanted a kid from him. Of course, those things were better left private.
As for Hermione, he was willing to step back.
"It's weird, I know. If it unsettles you, we can stop right away." He stopped kneading her ass.
Hermione stared down at his face, her lips pursed. Her hands, soft, gently sat on his shoulders, her legs clamped on his lap. Her eyes full of desire, and her face devoid of conflicted emotions, stayed silent for a while.
"So… you… don't want to date me?"
"..."
This time, Dudley froze. He wasn't expecting her to ask that sort of a question. They had already gone way past the dating stage. He didn't think she wanted that from him.
"I will be honest. I never really thought about dating."
Fuck! She's sad! I'm too dumb… Shit!
However, what she did was the complete opposite of her conflicted expressions. She suddenly grabbed his face from both sides and leaned her face down.
Dudley blinked, stunned. He hadn't expected her to move so suddenly, so fiercely—certainly not like this.
Her mouth slammed into his, not with affection, but with wild, reckless hunger. It was a kiss born of annoyance, frustration, and pent-up need. Her lips crushed his, and her tongue shoved between them, rough and uninvited. She didn't coax his mouth open—she took it. Forced it.
It was messy, angry, wet. She devoured his lips like she wanted to bruise them, moaning into his mouth with rage and heat all tangled together. "Ummmh!"
Dudley's blood surged, cock twitching against her. His hands flew back to her ass, gripping both cheeks greedily like he meant to anchor himself with them. Her flesh was hot, slippery with bathwater, and he groaned into her mouth as she ground her slick little virgin cunt along the length of his hard-on.
Fuck, she was wet.
Not just from the water. The heat between her legs steamed against his shaft, her untouched folds dragging up and down his rod, slippery and flushed. He felt every ridge of her untouched entrance kiss his length as she rocked.
And part of him, an increasingly louder part—wanted to grab her waist and shove himself in, split her open, and feel how tight that never-claimed cunt could squeeze.
Hermione moaned into his mouth, half frustrated, half surrendered, her tone dripping with annoyed arousal. "Why… are you so… infuriatingly irresistible?"
Her brows stayed furrowed even as her lips molded against his, eyes clamped shut like she didn't want to face what she was doing. Their tongues twisted, tangled, coiling like two hungry snakes. Her saliva smeared across his mouth, down to his chin.
She started moving her hips on her own, grinding, pressing, using his cock like a toy she hated needing. Her breaths turned ragged, panting into his mouth, one hand clawing through his soaked hair, tugging hard like she wanted to punish him. Spit coated his lower jaw, drool trailing between them as the kiss grew filthier, needier, messier.
And just as suddenly as it started, she broke the kiss.
Dudley sat there, dazed and breathless, lips wet and parted, utterly caught off guard as Hermione stood from his lap without a word. The shift was instant, like the whole mood snapped cleanly in half.
She didn't rush to cover herself.
Her bare body rose from the water. Slender and sculpted, perfect in every curve, droplets trickling down her creamy skin. Her breasts swayed slightly with her breath, her nipples taut, her waist tapering into a flat belly, her thighs sleek and smooth. Her ass, tight and peach-firm, bounced slightly as she stepped out of the tub—taunting him without a word.
She reached for a towel, and wrapped it slowly around her chest, hiding herself from the curve of her breasts to the top of her thighs. But she didn't hide fast. No, she let him see. Let him look.
Then, she turned to glance back at him, face calm but unreadable. A soft, private smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"I do understand you, Dudley. You're the wealthiest man alive—likely the richest wizard as well. I suppose things like dating and romance wouldn't mean much to you. I… I just don't think I'm quite like that."
Dudley sat frozen, cock still standing thick and glistening under the water, his hands twitching with the ghost of her heat still pulsing in his palms.
So she wanted to date me? I screwed up—Was I thinking with my dick?
Smiling softly, he sighed and stood up from the bathtub. He didn't have a towel, so he didn't hide anything. He couldn't stop his dick from staying erect either.
"I'm sorry, I should've made it clear from the start." He said and walked closer to her, close enough that she finally stopped looking at his shaft and glanced back at his face. Then, he gently caressed her face and smiled. "You are gorgeous, and I understand your reasoning. Let's end this and just focus on serious studying."
Hermione nodded.
With that, Dudley walked out of the bathroom, grabbed his wand, dried himself, and donned his clothes again. A little later, Hermione came out and ended their study session.
"Let's meet again tomorrow, Dudley. Same time?"
I hope she won't cry.
He knew she would. He had fucked up massively. Not every girl was like Fleur or Tonks. Not everyone had the same arrangement as Susan and Hannah. Hermione was a different person, and he made the mistake of treating her the same as others.
"Let's do that, Hermione." He nodded and left her room right away. He heard the lock click behind him instantly.
Rubbing the corners of his eyes, Dudley walked out of the clinic. Mr. and Mrs. Granger seemed busy in their booths and there was a different assistant at the desk. He didn't stay and just left.
Sitting in his car, he didn't drive away quickly. He stayed there, taking deep breaths, ensuring he would remember the lesson he just learned.
Not all girls are the same.
Being drunk on money, power, and thrill, he felt he had lost touch with reality. Not all of it, but he was starting to. Hermione's reaction was a good reminder of that.
"Let's just go to work."
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