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After breakfast, Dudley went to the first class of the day, Potions. It was one of the classes that didn't scare him that much. Arithmancy had always helped him make top-tier potions. However, he was more entertained by the fact that the class was shared with Slytherin.
As expected, right when Dudley entered the potions classroom, an angry, dark-haired Slytherin girl ragingly rushed towards him. She was short for his size, her face pretty but her expressions not so much.
"What did you bloody do?!" Pansy Parkinson snapped, grabbing Dudley by the collar with a sneer. "Don't play dumb—I know it was you!"
Dudley acted shocked and looked around. All eyes were on them, be it Hufflepuff or Slytherin. It was an amusing sight, short Pansy trying to manhandle Dudley.
"What? What on earth are you on about?" Dudley raised his arms to the side. "What exactly did I do?"
Pansy's eyes grew more furious. "You filthy Mudblood! You've gone and done it now. How dare you peddle lies about my family? Everyone read the Daily Prophet! How could you slander my parents like that—calling them frauds? Criminals?!"
"Oh, that?" Dudley raised an eyebrow. "Didn't lift a finger, actually. Your parents were found out—caught red-handed, really. Turns out they slipped silver coins charmed to look like Galleons into the bank. Clever trick, I'll give them that. But the bank's got safeguards for that sort of thing. Best have a word with your mum and dad. Can't be easy—losing access to their vault and estate. Temporary, of course. There's an internal review underway, and the Ministry's stepping in too."
Pansy clenched his collar harder.
Dudley, while maintaining a smile, coldly glared at her. He lowered his head slightly and grabbed both her wrists. He squeezed her wrists hard, enough to leave marks.
"Careful now, Ms. Parkinson," Dudley whispered to her. "Didn't your mum and dad ever teach you some manners? It's best not to bare your teeth when you can't handle being bitten."
Thud!
"What is the meaning of this?!"
Professor Snape arrived right then and glared at the small crowd.
"Nothing really, Professor. Pansy just got a bit carried away reading about her parents this morning—hard not to, now they're proper celebrities." Dudley smiled and smacked her hands away and walked over to his table.
"Five points from Hufflepuff… and Slytherin."
Dudley just smiled and stood between Hannah and Susan, preparing the potion tools with them. But then he noticed Susan being unusually silent.
"What?"
"Nothing." Susan chirped and kept working.
Suspicious.
But he couldn't prove anything. So, he focused on the class.
"Open the books. Today you will learn to brew Invigoration Draught. You'd be a fool not to know what it does, but I suppose there are a few in my class. It boosts the drinker's energy…"
It was a fairly easy potion to make. But the main thing was to be calm. It was easy to make but also easy to go wrong if the process was disturbed. So while Dudley did it in one take, the others took multiple takes. And the thing about it was that the more one got nervous and anxious, the more they messed up.
He only helped Susan and Hannah and then just relaxed at his table, waiting for Snape to come around and check his potion in the end. It was a double class, so it was pretty boring for him.
Might as well drop him a hint.
Dudley waited till the end of the class, reading the potions book to pass some time. Eventually, Snape came around, hurling insults at the students who failed to brew the potion.
"It is adequate." Snape judged his potion.
It being adequate meant it was the best quality it could be. At least that was how Dudley took it.
Once the class was over, Dudley remained behind after sending Susan and Hannah away with his books. The next class was DADA but they had some free time first as Potions was a double class.
One by one, he waited for everyone to leave. He'd seen that Snape had already noticed his lingering, unmoving presence. The Potions professor stayed behind instead of retiring to the smaller personal office.
Eventually, it was just the two of them. Snape didn't say anything, as if waiting for Dudley to start.
Alright then, I'll bark and leave.
"Professor, do you know about tattoos? They're popular among Muggles."
Snape nodded his head but said nothing.
"You know, funny thing—loads of people end up regretting their tattoos. Happens more than you'd think. That's why they get them removed. And yeah, Muggles have got these machines now that do the job. Quite something, really. I could've had a snake and skull on my arm and—poof—gone, just like that. Hurts a bit, sure, but worth it in the end. It's not exactly a walk in the park, but if it works, I'd say it's worth it."
Snape unconsciously moved his arms and crossed them over his chest. "What makes you believe one hates their ink?"
Dudley shrugged, smiling. "How would I know? Could be anything. Changed feelings, return of old love, hopeful future, buyer's remorse."
Sorry, Lily, I gotta use your name to move this old dog.
Silence fell between them once again.
Seeing Snape say nothing, Dudley turned around to leave. "Have a good day, Professor."
"Who?" Snape voiced right when Dudley was at the door. "Who got their ink removed?"
Dudley just shook his head and left without answering. Saying too much was counterintuitive.
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Having some time before the DADA class, Dudley quickly left the Potions classroom and walked into the Library. He handed the signed letter from Dumbledore to the librarian and got permission to enter the Restricted Section.
Weird, I've never visited the Restricted section before. He thought while he walked between the massive, high shelves, getting further and further from all the other students occupying tables and studying.
As if the Restricted section was meant to be scary, the further he went into the library towards the section, the less bright the light became.
"Dudley."
"Fuck!" Dudley jumped and turned around, wand out with urgency. So occupied in his thoughts that the whispering call for his name spooked him. "What the… Daphne? What are you doing here?"
Dudley looked left and right to see if there were any other Slytherins, if it was an ambush. But it was early in the morning, and not many students visited the library at that time. Moreover, Daphne looked furious, her brows creased, her blue eyes narrow, her pretty face as frozen as ever.
But for some reason, she wasn't wearing her black Hogwarts robe. She stood there, an arm's length away, in just a white shirt, and uniform skirt. But on another look, her skirt looked folded around her waist, making the bottom edge rise high, near her upper thighs. That revealed much of her black pantyhose-clad toned legs.
Hot as fuck, sure. But Dudley wasn't as easily swayed by her.
"Dudley, are you ignoring me?"
Dudley scratched his head. It had just been a day since he last met her on the train. "No?"
"Why didn't you answer the note I left you in Potions? I sat there, waiting the entire lesson. Then you had the nerve to stay behind. Are you avoiding me?"
Note? Wh… Ah, fuck, Susan must have taken it. No wonder she was acting suspicious.
"No, I'm not avoiding you. I really had something to discuss with Professor Snape." Dudley replied, but then he frowned, realizing he didn't need to clarify anything to Daphne. They weren't dating, after all.
"Then…" Daphne's brows calmed and she walked closer to Dudley, all the way until she could reach him, and she did. She rose on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Then prove it… I need it…"
Is this… really happening? Dudley froze for a moment.
Sure, he knew that she somewhat liked him. Her dancing with him during Yule Ball was proof enough. Then their sexual encounter on the train last year. But was she so into him to go this far?
Before he could say anything, Daphne launched her lips on him.
Dudley remained motionless briefly, caught off guard by how suddenly Daphne had thrown herself at him, but only for a heartbeat. The scent of her, that unmistakable, expensive perfume clinging to a body trembling with heat, struck him like a spell. A "noble young lady," burning up with unfiltered desire. His cock stiffened instantly, swelling hard against his trousers.
His arm wrapped tight around her slim waist as he spun her toward the towering bookshelf behind her. The scent of old parchment and polished wood was quickly drowned out by the heat wafting from her body. With a single motion, he pressed her back against the shelf, and their lips collided once more, this time, wet, messy, and wanting.
His tongue slid in first, pushing into the heat of her mouth. It moved with growing hunger, dancing over her teeth, lapping at the inside of her cheeks, tasting her like she was the first drop of water after a long, thirsty march. His hands roamed her side, that slender, soft waist, stroking up, and down, pulling her tighter against the ridge of his bulge.
Daphne suppressed her moan, her breath ragged and short, humming in broken gasps as her tongue fought his. She kissed like a woman starving; messy, greedy, all teeth and lips and spit. Her thighs pressed together as she squirmed, but she never pulled away, never paused. She wanted this. Wanted him.
When he pulled back, a thin trail of spit stretched between their tongues. Her flushed face, half-lidded eyes, and kiss-bitten lips made his cock throb in his pants.
"You sure about it?" he whispered. "Doing it right here, in the library?"
"A quick one?" she asked back, or rather whimpered, desperate like a plea dressed as a question.
He chuckled low in his throat and nodded. "Sure."
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