"Does he have insurance, Sir?"
Dudley eyed the Muggleborn Thai wizard, standing beside him as a guard while Snape got his arm severed and attached to a live pig.
"Not really, but… Damn, that just gave me an idea. Insurance for Wizards! Why didn't I think of that before?" Dudley exclaimed, his brain gears running fast. "Wait, how do you know about insurance?"
"I joined a Muggle insurance company after finishing my magical studies. I couldn't find any jobs since all wizard businesses were owned by wizard royalty, and they hate Muggleborns. Tough work, but it paid the bills, that was until I joined you, Sir."
"Interesting. What was your position?"
"I was a Senior Team Leader. That's three ranks above entry-level associate. I basically had two teams under me with five guys each who sold insurance. It wasn't fulfilling as this job, too much pressure to finish quotas."
Dudley could already imagine how boring that job must have been. He'd met insurance guys in his past life, and they were amongst the most boring fuckers, even at the bar. "Seeing as you've got the experience, I'll be bringing you over to the new Wizard insurance firm I'm setting up. You'll be VP and head of field training. Don't worry, it won't be a snooze. Just train the lot properly, and after that, you're free to choose your next post."
"As you wish, Boss."
"It's done!" The doctor exclaimed with excitement. "The Dark Mark will remain intact as long as the pig lives, Sir."
Dudley looked at the fat pig with a funny human arm protruding out of its back. That was Severus Snape's arm.
"And regrowing the arm?" He asked.
"That will take time, Mr. Dursley. But worry not, I'll begin it right away."
Nodding, Dudley looked at Severus, lying on the operating table, wounds healed, his face scrunched.
Hah, Voldemort won't know what hit him.
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Somewhere in Scotland,
"Ah… welcome, my loyal Death Eaters. I have waited long for this hour. And still, I am met with the bitter taste of your betrayals."
"My Lord, give us one more chance!"
"Rodolphus… my right hand. Your loyalty endures. And Bellatrix—ever devoted—you shall stand at my left, where Lucius once faltered."
Bellatrix frowned. "What happened to Lucius, my Lord?"
"Vanquished by the unseen. A formidable host of foreign sorcerers. What grievous folly Lucius committed against them is unclear, but he is no longer among the living. His Dark Mark has been erased." The Dark Lord revealed, his expression sour. "What is lost holds no weight. Severus shall join us shortly. He assures our financial concerns can be addressed, even in Malfoy's absence."
Eyes of the Death Eaters at the table gleamed. Bellatrix, the most excited-looking, voiced the fastest.
"I-Is it that boy, my Lord? That filthy mudblood?"
"I believe so. Severus shall return and speak first. Dudley Dursley has lingered far too long, unchecked by those who rule. Now he overreaches. He must be reminded, with certainty, of where he stands."
"And he shares blood with the Potters," Rodolphus added.
The Dark Lord sneered at that.
"It was Potter who gave Dudley money to start."
"Lucius should have finished them all in the World Cup."
Somehow, all the members at the table knew exactly what to say to make the Dark Lord carve a deeper hatred towards Dudley Dursley than what already existed.
Somehow, the Death Eaters knew exactly what would trigger the Dark Lord.
A time bomb was being formed, the Dark Lord unaware of it. Lost in hatred and loathing, and his lost humanity.
A time bomb sat right in that hall, on the chairs around Voldemort.
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D&D Holdings Headquarters, London.
Dudley experienced exactly what he had expected over the next few days since that shopping incident. Every day, Narcissa Malfoy greeted him in the morning with a subtle smile. Whenever she walked into his office to give him some files or coffee, she had her top shirt button undone. And she made sure to lean down over the desk, showcasing her heavy assets.
He made sure it wasn't his delusion by surprising her in her cabin. She was buttoned up tight. Since then, he started to enjoy it all. He made sure to stare with no shame whenever she showed her cleavage. He made sure she knew he was watching her ass whenever she dropped something and leaned down to pick it up.
Narcissa Malfoy was trying to seduce him, and he let her think it was working. Well, it was, since he was always bricked up, but he did it knowingly. But he didn't act on it that fast. He wanted to make her desperate. Tired. Frustrated. That way, when he'd actually respond, she'd give herself up with eager willingness.
Hmm… Love coming to work.
He eyed as Narcissa once again walked into his office to hand him some files. Her tight, black pencil skirt was a little tighter around her hips. The top two shirt buttons were undone, revealing a light red bra and that creamy pale valley.
Can't wait to dive into them.
He really wanted to, but he restrained his desire. After all, it was all meant to be his revenge. And as far as he knew, the armless, crippled, still alive Lucius in his custody still held some hope. The hope that the Dark Lord would somehow save him.
So, Dudley wanted to kill the Dark Lord first, destroy Lucius' mind beyond any man in history. Then, bed Narcissa day and night until her belly would swell. And Lucius would have a front row seat behind the magical mirror.
This is getting annoying. Better deal with Voldemort this year and spend the last two Hogwarts years relaxed and balls deep in hot witches.
That was the dream, at least.
"Let's get going, Narcissa. We're due to meet the Weasley twins in fifteen minutes." Dudley got up, dressed in regular office clothing, a dark grey suit, but without a tie.
"I'll have the car ready, Mr. Dursley."
Dudley nodded and watched the woman, gorgeous enough to put the very word gorgeous to shame, walk out. Her hips, he was a fan of them already, round, plump, wide, and perfect for her mature frame and height. Her tight pencil skirt created creases around her thighs, showing how tight it was.
Fuck—I'm almost ready to burst.
He wondered if he was tormenting her or himself more.
Nonetheless, he walked out of the building. Instead of the underground parking, he went to the terrace where a special kind of car was waiting for him. It'd cost him a shit ton of money—Thirty thousand galleons to be precise. That was roughly one point five million dollars.
It was a Rolls-Royce Park Ward Limousine, converted into a magical car that could fly with all its shining features. It wasn't an easy thing to do as he had to assemble a whole team of experienced wizards. The end result was this dark, shiny, massive beauty.
Narcissa stood there beside the passenger door and opened it for him.
Dudley smiled and got in. The seat was beyond comfortable, like sitting on a feather. It was made and reclined for his height, and the interior smelled of faint roses. There was also faint jazz music running by magical means, not electrical.
Thud!
Narcissa sat down on the other side, right beside him. It was a thing he'd noticed; she sat very close to him during car rides now. Although not touching shoulders, if the car were to sway even a little bit, they would touch.
Let's push some boundaries today.
It was the best time as the car had no driver. All he had to do was tell it where he wanted to go, and it would fly on its own.
"Take us to the Burrow, home of the Weasley family."
Instantly, the engine came to life, but the inner cabin had no noise. Then, the car turned on camouflage mode and gently flew into the sky. So smooth that Dudley didn't even feel it move. Even in the air, it didn't pivot, but rather turned left and right slowly to reduce the body's roll.
Peaceful, air conditioned, flying in the sky, with an insanely hot milf—secretary beside him, what's not to love? Dudley looked towards her and noticed a folder on her lap.
"Is that the proposal?"
Narcissa nodded and opened the file before handing it to him. But Dudley only used one hand to grab it; the other somehow fell on her leg closest to him. His palm was perfectly cupping the soft curve of her thigh. Although it was covered by her skirt, both of them felt the warmth.
"Hmm…" Dudley put the file on his lap and read it, turning pages with his free hand while keeping the other one on her leg.
Fuck! She's so damn soft!
His erection hadn't gone anywhere. Heck, it'd grown harder.
Can't I get her to suck me off? Will she? He weighed his options. Hmm… She's got that refined noblesse persona. Getting fucked might be more acceptable to her than sucking a dick.
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