So, he stopped trying and just caressed her thigh. Not a lot, just enough to slowly grip her flesh and feel it. He wished he could go under and grab her skin, but she was wearing black pantyhose, so it was pointless.
"The twins' idea is brilliant. I can see their shop doing well already. But I want to scale it up and go international. Get in first, before the market gets crowded with joke shops."
"Hmm…"
Hearing the woman almost moaningly respond, Dudley caressed her leg more daringly.
Oh?
But then he noticed something. Narcissa herself was crawling her fingers over her lap, pulling her own skirt up from her knees. While it was impossible to fully pull it to her waist, she did reveal some dark, thin stockings-clad portion.
No need for me to hold back then.
He slid his palm over her knee and felt the velvety stocking texture. He then roughly slid his palm back up, dragging her skirt along, and in doing so, dipped his hand under the skirt. Right away, he was in the land of warm heaven. His fingers sank into her inner thigh and remained there.
And it wasn't just him. He felt Narcissa shift even closer to his side until her shoulder meshed with his, and the side of her hips against his. She practically leaned into him, and as an excuse, looked into the file on his lap.
He tried to play more with her. He pushed his palm higher, reaching the most fleshy and soft part of her thighs. He squeezed her, making it all even more real, and then tried to shift up more to at least feel the bridge of her pantyhose. To see if she was feeling anything.
"I don't think they'll mind signing this. I buy a majority stake in their business, and they get the funding. They should know not to play games when they're not ready to be played with."
His last words made no sense towards the Weasley twins. But when Narcissa heard it, it all made sense to her. It was a warning to her that if she kept on going, doing what she was doing, then he wouldn't hold back.
And clearly, she had every intention to keep going as her hand suddenly crept over to his lap as well, underneath the file. Dudley didn't react, and she did it in silence. Instead of targeting his thigh, she directly palmed his intense erection. Her fist clenched over the bump in his pants.
God! I'm gonna die in this heat!
Dudley found it hard to keep calm. His own hand had finally brushed against the most sacred part between her legs. Covered in two layers, there was no way of touching her, but that hot dampness was noticeable.
Narcissa Malfoy was actually feeling the heat.
Beep! Beep!
Dammit!
The magical car suddenly honked. Narcissa flinched and pulled her hand away, her legs squeezing shut, her face red with embarrassment.
Dudley sighed and pulled his hand as well, cursing that the journey was too short. They had already arrived at the Burrow. The majestic, expensive car was in the midst of aligning itself in front of the Burrow and lowering itself gently.
Eventually, the car touched down so softly that he didn't even feel it. Then, the doors were unlocked automatically, signaling that it was safe to get out.
Where's Mr. Weasley?
As he opened the door and stepped out, he saw four Weasleys standing there at the door. Molly Weasley, the twins, and Ginny Weasley, all dressed up like it was some formal event. The twins wore brown suits, likely secondhand. Mrs. Weasley was in a long, half-sleeved dress with a wide neck, hair done well, and Ginny was in a knee-length, full-sleeved light blue dress.
Didn't Ginny join Dumbledore's Army?
Confused why she was there, Dudley waved at them and walked up to them. He noticed how they all stiffened seeing Narcissa walk out of the other side.
"She's my secretary, don't mind her," Dudley told them and extended a hand towards Molly. "Lovely to meet you, Mrs. Weasley."
The older woman gave a deep smile to Dudley and shook hands. "Lovely to have you with us, Mr. Dursley. I've heard a lot about you over the years!"
Dudley, honestly, didn't find her that pretty in the face. Though when it came to her body, now that desire was fueled by his pure masculine urge. The woman was voluptuous as fuck with hips so wide they screamed, 'I pumped out seven kids.' A man couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like beneath that dress, nude.
Then Dudley shook hands with Ginny. The girl, for no reason, smiled with a faint blush. He wasn't that close to her even in Hogwarts.
Finally, he clasped hands with the twins.
"Thank you for investing in our idea, Dudl—Mr. Dursley." The two brothers spoke at the same time, like a practiced sales pitch.
Dudley laughed at their faces. "You two are looking proper fancy. What's the big event?"
"Just buttering up a rich man," Fred said.
"Same," George added.
Laughing, they all walked into the leaning tower of Weasleys. The place smelled fresh and looked clean, clearly done recently to welcome him.
"I'll bring some tea," Molly said and went to the kitchen.
The twins took him over to the living area and made him sit down on the single seater sofa like he were some king. They stiffly sat beside him on the longer couch. Narcissa just stood beside his seat, looking like the perfect trophy she was.
Dudley had noticed how the twins were stealing glances at her. They'd never seen Narcissa in anything but heavy wizard robes, after all. Now she stood in a white shirt, skirt, and pantyhose, with heels nonetheless.
"Narcissa, hand them the papers," Dudley ordered.
Around that time, Molly returned with tea. She made him a cup and joined her sons on the couch to read the contract carefully. It was fifty pages long, so it was going to take a lot of time. But he had made it easy to understand by using simple words.
This is boring.
Scratching his chin, Dudley looked towards the window. Surprisingly, he saw a car in the distant hangar, just a small edge of it was visible.
Wait, isn't it supposed to be lost?
"Mind if I have a look at your flying car?" He asked.
Molly and the twins looked at Dudley, then at the contract, and then back at Dudley.
"I'll show him!" Ginny jumped up from her seat. "You should read the papers."
Molly agreed. "Go on, show Mr. Dursley the car then."
"I'll leave Narcissa with you. If you've got any questions about the contract, she'll sort you out," Dudley said, giving a casual nod before strolling after the petite junior.
Walking behind her, he saw her in clothes other than uniform for the first time, and he had to say she was pretty. Some considered her extremely pretty, even, and a lot of boys in Hogwarts were after her. Though he didn't like her that much physically. She had a freckled, pale complexion and was very petite.
Still, she was rather refreshing to look at. Athletic, her red hair was worn like a mane behind her, reaching almost to her waist.
Finally, they walked into the shed-slash-garage. One of its doors was already open, so they walked straight to the car. It was an old Ford Anglia, paint chipped here and there, but still in decent condition.
"It's a beauty," Dudley said, walking around the car and checking it out. It looked like a collectible item, and he really wanted to buy it. "Let's take a look inside."
Dudley entered through the driver's side door. It was very spacious with wide seats, as the gear handle was protruding from beneath the dashboard. The backseats were enchanted to fit a lot more people.
Thud!
Ginny took the passenger seat and shut the door. She said nothing the entire time, but seeing how her face was a lighter shade of red, he knew something was on her mind.
"Don't you guys drive it anymore?" He asked.
"Fred and George take it out sometimes," Ginny replied. "Dad is more interested in Muggle cars."
Classic Arthur Weasley.
"By the way." He stopped touching the steering wheel and looked at the freckled girl. "Didn't you join Dumbledore's Army?"
Ginny sighed and looked down dejectedly. "I did, but… Mum didn't like it and made Fred and George drag me home."
Makes sense. Thanks to my interventions, Dolores isn't a menace anymore, and Dumbledore still holds his place.
"What about you? Where are Susan and Hannah? Are you guys dating?"
Hm? Why the sudden mention of them?
"Met them over Christmas. And no, we're not dating."
"But…" Ginny blushed. "But everyone says that you three are…"
"Involved?" He completed her words and decided to play a little with this curious Gryffindor. "Yeah, we're physically intimate. Very intimate, actually."
Ginny nodded, seemingly growing used to it as she sat back relaxed, her hands no longer holding the hem of her skirt that had actually crept higher to reveal her pale knees.
"How do you manage it? Don't they get all huffy? I mean, surely they want to date you? And how are the three of you just… so calm about it?"
Dudley chuckled and looked ahead fondly through the windshield. "I wonder about that myself, really. I wasn't exactly rich when things turned physical, so I doubt it's about money. Anyway, the three of us have this agreement: we can see whoever we like, and if we genuinely fall for someone, we're free to marry them. But if none of us finds that sort of deep love, well… then the three of us tie the knot ourselves."
"Really?"
"Why not, Ginny? Getting to marry your best friend, that's something most people only dream of. And me? I've got two. If that's not luck, I don't know what is."
Ginny nodded, no longer shy or hesitant. "I suppose that's true. Oh, and is it true then—what everyone's saying? That you're the biggest in the whole school?"
"..."
"Big what?" He asked, although he had an idea what it was about.
"The size… I mean, Lavender was talking about it. She said you've the biggest… todger in Hogwarts." Ginny said, albeit stuttering a bit.
"Not the first time I've heard it, so I guess it's right." He said nonchalantly.
"Can I see it?!"
"..."
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