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Venice, Italy,
Dudley had made some plans for his vacation. He wanted comfort and luxury that would knock Narcissa's senses out. So, once they landed at the airport, they moved into a small helicopter that then landed them on a massive private yacht that he didn't own, chartered for two weeks for five million dollars.
As they landed on the helipad on the yacht, he watched Narcissa's eyes grow wide. She had never seen a boat like that. And once they entered the yacht, her mouth went agape for a moment.
The yacht was designed for modern luxury, with all amenities possible without making it feel like a hotel. Less modern colors and more wood finish.
"This is ours? All of it?"
"For the next two weeks, yeah. I don't own it, of course. Honestly, I can buy the bigger one, but it's a waste of money." Dudley shrugged and walked inside, receiving fancy drinks from the staff. Of course, the staff recognized him, and he didn't mind that. But he still cared for Narcissa enough not to ruin her name so much.
With her permission, he had already hit her with a facial disguise spell that the Vanguards had come up with for secret operations. It made sure only he and she could see her real face, while the rest of the world saw someone else.
Very soon, they were shown the luxury bedrooms. Dudley took the master bedroom with a lovely view, and so spacious that it could be an apartment. For that whole day, they just relaxed on the yacht, unwinding and preparing for the days ahead.
Narcissa, however, mostly stayed in her room. She only came out for dinner, even that in a very loose, modest attire.
Dudley was slightly annoyed. He really wanted to see a few curves on her. She was gorgeous, after all.
During dinner, he could tell that something was going on in her mind. She constantly went from being nervous to relaxed. As if scared he'd jump on her.
He had no such plan. He was going to wait until she herself invited him to do all the unholy things he planned to do to her eventually.
After eating dinner on the top deck with a view of the sea, they went to their separate rooms to sleep.
In the coming days, they roamed Venice, visited historic buildings. Dudley's wealth gave him access to locations others weren't allowed. He got to see actual historical parts of the city that were too fragile. He got to hold ancient artefacts with his hands.
Of course, they also took pictures. Though it was mostly Dudley taking Narcissa's pictures. He had to say, the woman was naturally photogenic. No matter what she wore, she looked stunning. Even when she didn't smile, the photos looked beautiful. Like the cover pictures of some slowed-down or sped-up romantic song on YouTube.
Days went by.
They would go out in the morning on a smaller private boat, tour the city, and go to a few islands around as well. After dinner, they'd go to their rooms and sleep before repeating the whole thing.
Then, when the first week came to an end, Dudley went to the Venice Film Festival since he was actually invited. It was held on Lido Island, a pretty, beautiful location. It scared Narcissa at first, but when she realized that nobody would see her true face, she agreed to go with him.
Dudley got her a custom gown, the type women wore in the Gilded Age, a wide-neck flowing gown, with evening gloves. It was all cream-colored and made her look like some sort of angel with that blonde hair.
Fuck!
Now, Dudley had high self-control, but she did look utterly breathtaking in that gown. Sighing, he fixed his pants to hide that pretty obvious erection and traveled to the island with her. He wore a simple black suit.
And yes, he was invited to the red-carpet event, which meant a lot of cameras. The good thing was that Narcissa was a master when it came to making a stoic expression. Even when she smiled, it came out as aristocratic.
He could already imagine tomorrow's Muggle newspaper headlines, asking who the woman beside him was.
Soon enough, they arrived at the event. Out of nowhere, a dozen Vanguards appeared, making sure that everything was safe for him, ensuring nobody would dare to jump in his way.
Ah, look at all of them.
When he got out of the big car, he saw the lengthy red carpet covered with dozens of celebrities, turning and twisting their bodies to show their best angle. They actually hoarded the red carpet for as long as they could to get as many pictures out as possible.
Dudley didn't give a fuck, though. He was there to enjoy his time with Narcissa. So, he walked past the celebrities. They didn't recognize him, and he didn't mind. His name was thrown out a lot, but mostly, people in the business field knew his face. And his media presence was absurdly low. Expecting the inherently ignorant, self-obsessed Hollywood celebrities to know him was pointless.
"Ah, Mr. Dursley."
But still, there were a few who did recognize him and rushed to shake his hand. He made sure to remember their name and give them a boost in the future.
Eventually, with Narcissa hugging his arm, he stopped at a wide clearing on the red carpet, the wall of cameras aimed at him. They didn't flash, however.
Shit, this is embarrassing. They don't know my face.
"Who are the—"
"Holy fuck! That's Dudley Dursley!"
"Richest bloke in the damn world!"
"Just twenty-one years old!"
"Must have rich parents."
"Nope, self-made."
Hearing all that from the crowd of cameramen, he proudly straightened his back. However, he miscalculated how famous his name was, even if they didn't know his face.
Flash! Flash!
Every single camera in the vicinity started to flash like crazy. Heck, even the ones on the sides that were focused on others turned and flashed towards him. Fuck, even the ones behind him flashed, making him wonder if they were photographing his ass instead.
Hell, I'm going blind!
As Narcissa clutched his arm tighter, he knew she was blinded by it too.
Annoyed, he just waved once and started walking away blindly. Yet, the bastards didn't stop clicking pictures like he was some rare zoo animal. They shouted his name, asking him to wait and give a few poses. He cursed them under his breath and walked faster to leave the place.
Though what followed was even more annoying. Every bastard tried to talk to him and shake hands. He recognized a few, but most he didn't know. Thankfully, before it got too much, Vanguards disguised as guests controlled the crowd and, with swings of their hidden wands, kept everyone at bay.
"I-Is this normal?" Narcissa asked, letting out a deep breath.
"Honestly, it's my first go. And my last. Felt like having a dozen Lumos blasted straight into me."
Narcissa chuckled, nodding. "Likewise."
After that, they enjoyed each other's company, watching a few movies, some Dudley knew, so he focused on them as they were actually good. When evening approached, he didn't bother with any afterparties, being too tired.
He called in the chopper in a nearby field and just left to relax on the yacht.
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Narcissa was tired, walking in those heels and wearing that gown for so long, was exhausting. But at the same time, it was an experience she knew she'd never forget. During that whole time, her attention was on Dudley, and she realized he truly disliked all the public attention.
Adorable… I must say.
She remembered his face when the cameramen started to recognize him. How he puffed his chest in pride. It made her realize how much he had achieved in just a few years. And he did it all on his own. That was truly worth being proud of. It also made her realize how young he was and already at the global peak of success.
For tonight's dinner… Perhaps…
As she took a bath and returned to her bed to change clothes for dinner on the top deck, she stared at the choice of clothing spread on the bedsheet. One was her regular, loose attire, and the other… simple to say, it made her cheeks blush.
A whole week had passed, and Dudley had never touched her inappropriately, even though his gaze often took some liberties. It made her feel comfortable and calm in his presence, to know that he wouldn't do anything. Yet, somewhere in her mind, she felt… disappointment? Like she was expecting him to do something?
"What should I wear?"
With a frown, she stared at the golden dress Dudley had bought for her that one time. She had brought it along without thinking and now… She couldn't believe she was thinking of wearing it. She wanted to reward him for his honesty, help, and self-control.
Why am I doing this?
She had no answers.
In the end, she dressed up, walked over to the mirror to comb her hair, add a little mascara, put on some lipstick, light makeup, and add golden hoop earrings before putting on the white heels. One glance at the clock, she nervously headed out.
She felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her heels clapped on the wooden floor. Her legs, on occasion, felt weak. But she didn't stop and went upstairs all the way to the top deck. She noticed Dudley sitting at the table, his back towards her. He was wearing the usual T-shirt and track pants.
It's just a tease, Narcissa. He's… He deserves it.
Deserves it? Why? She cursed herself the very next second, questioning her own thought process. It made no sense why she wanted to please this man in this strange way.
"Dudley."
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