Goddamnit, now every guy in the school hates me.

  "Sure."

  Dudley was not one to deny a pretty maiden from sitting beside him. Though Susan was seething and baring her fangs already as she had to shift a little and make space. In comparison, Fleur appeared like an angel, smiling the whole time as she sat on the bench.

  "How are Mr. and Mrs. Decour? And your sister?" Dudley asked, fighting the unholy thoughts that arose because of Fleur's Vee allure. It was a real issue, he felt. He was rock hard already between his legs, and his mind constantly ordered him to take a look at her face, her mounds, or her legs.

  So he did just that.

  He focused on the leg—fried chicken leg piece, to be precise.

  "Maman et Papa are well and eager for my partizipation in ze Triwizard Tournament. Gabrielle studies 'ard," Fleur answered, taking a pte for herself. "When I 'eard what 'appened to you, I asked Papa to visit. But 'e was busy."

  Visit me? Why? We barely met once.

  Bells of suspicion and doubts rang in his head. The way Fleur acted so friendly with him made no sense to him. They weren't close, not even enough to be called friends.

  Ah!

  Just then, he felt Fleur's leg brush against his under the table. It felt like a normal thing, her sideways movement mistakenly pressed into his leg. But she didn't move it back.

  Is she trying to… seduce me? Why?

  Money, power, and prestige. Those were the three things that most men and women looked for when marrying in the pureblood magical community. Fleur had it all already, and even her beauty was renowned. Sure, he was filthy rich, but that was it.

  It got harder to focus with Fleur actively trying to seduce him. As if her Vee blood's effects doubled, he felt sweat underneath his shirt, his balls aching already. But he didn't lose himself. It'd be utterly shameful if he did.

  Food… Let's just eat food. Lucius, yes, I'll imagine his face. That bastard has blonde hair too.

  He wondered if knowing Occlumency would have helped him. He actually wanted to start learning it. But he didn't want to ask Dumbledore for help as he feared the old man might probe his mind first.

  Hmm… Hermione. He gnced at the Gryffindor table. Ignoring all the envious boys, he stared at the back of the bushy-haired girl. Maybe we can train together. That sounds much better.

  Controlling his urges, Dudley finished eating his meal, knowing that another announcement was awaiting him. He made small talk with Fleur at times but kept his focus on the food or Hannah on his other side.

  Eventually, the ptes turned empty, and every hungry belly got filled. As the dishes vanished off the table, the end of the feast approached.

  Dumbledore rose from his seat right then and walked forward, beside him was Bartemius Crouch. It was already made clear that only the 7th year would be allowed to take part, so nobody made a fuss.

  But when Dumbledore revealed the Goblet of Fire, many annoyed voices arose. Many wanted to wager their lives for fame and glory.

  "Anyone wishing to submit their own name for the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the fme before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen, there's no turning back. As of this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

  Finally, Dumbledore finished speaking and ended the feast.

  "You do not seem very excited about eet, Monsieur Dursley," Fleur asked.

  Dudley sighed as he got up to leave. "Not my thing, so there's no point. But honestly, it's a bit mad, isn't it? The Triwizard Tournament was stopped because people kept dying, and now they've brought it back without fixing much. Feels like they're just hoping for a different result while doing the same thing. Wouldn't be shocked if it all goes wrong again."

  Since Fleur was supposed to return to the Beauxbatons carriage, she couldn't spend more time there and followed her schoolmates out of the school.

  Watching her go, Dudley truly wanted to have a look inside the carriage. How was it able to not only house all the Beauxbatons students but also have enough space for them to sleep and go through their daily life.

  He wanted one.

  "Let's go." He grabbed the girls and returned to the Hufflepuff common room. An air of excitement was palpable in the room as all the 7th years got together to decide who was going to try their hand.

  Dudley also joined in and took a seat on one of the couches near the firepce. All except the 1st years were there, chattering nonstop. But Hufflepuff being Hufflepuff, they weren't rabid enough to mindlessly throw names in the goblet.

  So, they began selecting the best of the 7th year. In the end, two girls and two boys came on top.

  "Who do you think will be selected from Hogwarts, Dudley?" Susan asked, sitting beside him cozily.

  "Probably Cedric," Dudley replied, eyeing the tall, smart-looking boy. "Can't think of any other decent seventh year."

  "He's handsome." Susan gnced at Cedric. "A little too handsome, actually."

  "Hey." Dudley pinched her arm softly. "Already pnning on ditching me?"

  "In your dreams, Dudley. He's far too handsome—so much so I can't even look at him properly. I'd never trust someone who looks like that."

  Dudley frowned, eyeing the red-haired girl with a teasing look. He folded his arms. "So what you're saying is... I'm only good enough because I'm not good-looking?"

  "Come on, I didn't say that." Susan ughed, leaning into his side and hugging his arm. "You're the whole package—handsome, clever… and well, you know, big where it matters."

  "Alright, alright. Knock it off before I drag you out." Dudley murmured, gently moving her arm aside. While he, Susan, and Hannah were often seen together in Hufflepuff, he knew better than to push things too far in public. "Let me sweeten the deal for our champions."

  With that, Dudley got up and announced that if a Champion was chosen from Hufflepuff, he'd sponsor them during the Triwizard tournament with all the materials needed.

  ####

  Days passed, and the time to choose the Champions arrived. In the Great Hall, the benches were id down at the side with the tall Goblet of Fire in the middle. The students of the three schools sat in groups, waiting for Dumbledore and the rest to arrive.

  Since it wasn't an official event, Dudley was able to grab a seat close to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. He mainly wanted to sit beside Hermione to discuss some pns.

  "What do you think about Occlumency and Legilimency?" He asked, rexed back. This time, Susan and Hannah had chosen to stick to their Hufflepuff friends and sat elsewhere. He was the only one mixed in the Gryffindor group that evening.

  "I've read about it," Hermione responded, keen on listening to him. "Why do you ask?"

  "I'm keen on learning it. And since you're the brightest witch I know, I was wondering if you'd fancy studying it with me. Thought having a partner to practice with would be better." He admitted, well aware that Lavender, sitting beside him, was listening in. "I'd rather not train with a professor who can read me like an open book."

  "Really?" Hermione's eyes sparkled as if she'd just won the lottery. "I mean, I don't know a lot about the subjects."

  "Oh, don't fuss over that. I've got the best books on them—all the way from America. Just need someone to study and practice with, someone I know won't go and double-cross me." He gave her a steady look. "So, what do you reckon?"

  "I'd love to! It's absolutely fascinating, and it's not even part of the school curriculum. Honestly, I don't know why more people don't study it. When do we start, Dudley?" Hermione said eagerly. "We could begin tomorrow if you'd like!"

  Dudley gnced at Harry for a moment and then shook his head. "Let's start from Monday. An hour after the end of csses. Meet me in front of the Arithmancy cssroom."

  "That's perfect." Hermione cpped her hands. "Ah, look, they're here."

  Securing Hermione's participation, Dudley rexed and waited for the entertainment to begin. As he'd guessed, Dumbledore was quick to step closer to the Goblet of Fire and put his hands on it to do something.

  Woosh!

  Red fmes erupted from the goblet, and Viktor Krum's name came out. Then it was Fleur Decour, and finally, Cedric Diggory. Dudley cpped loudly and winked at Susan, who was staring at him from a distance. As always, his 'prediction' came true.

  Walking away, Cedric looked at Dudley and waved. Of course, the guy was reminding him of his promise to sponsor him.

  "Excellent! We now have our three champions."

  Dudley chuckled in his seat and eyed Harry from time to time. The guy was smiling like a fool, enjoying his time. Blissfully unaware of the mess headed his way.

  Not being born as the main character is the greatest blessing I could have hoped for. Dudley thought.

  "But in the end, only one will go down in history," Dumbledore announced. "Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, the vessel of victory, the Triwizard Cup!"

  Woosh!

  The trophy was finally revealed. A glowing thing of silver with gss walls that glowed bright.

  Dudley was only looking at the Goblet of Fire, however, as the red fmes arose once again, brighter than before, as if unwillingly forced to spew out the fourth name.

  Shhhwooo!

  The most furious expulsion of the parchment yet, a charred paper slowly fell into Dumbledore's hand. Confusion was written over the old man's face as his eyes spanned toward the students.

  "Harry Potter," Dumbledore muttered. "Harry Potter?"

  Dudley let out a good-natured chuckle. "Ha! Never a quiet year with you about, eh, Harry? Go on, brother."

  Hermione pushed Harry eventually as the poor guy tried to hide his face.

  By the time Harry entered the Champion's room, Dudley also left the Great Hall as the crowd was dismissed and ordered to return to their beds immediately. It was the perfect mood spoiler of the night.

  But unlike Dudley, who was aware of the insanity behind the scenes, most were jealous of Harry.

  Dudley understood the annoyance of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, however. The game just got tilted in favor of Hogwarts from the beginning. It was no longer a Tri-Wizard Tournament but rather, Tri-Wizard Plus One.

  Yet, Dudley was less worried about Harry as he'd already saved Sirius. There was enough firepower behind Harry.

  What worried him was the secret face that had taken Peter Pettigrew's pce. There had to be someone.

  ####

  The next day, Dudley went out to find Harry. After asking around, he eventually found the poor guy by the ke with Neville. As already expected, most of Hogwarts was keen on vilifying Harry. Even the Griffyndors were in on it.

  "How did you do it?" Dudley approached Harry, looking angry. "How did you fool the Goblet?"

  "What? I didn't." Harry quickly got to his feet. "I swea—"

  Bam!

  Dudley suddenly pushed Harry back into the tree and pressed his forearm on Harry's chest. "Just tell me, Harry. What did you do?"

  "Nothing!" Harry shouted back.

  "Hah." Dudley suddenly chuckled and released Harry. "Alright then."

  "..."

  Speechless, Harry frowned at his cousin. "You believe me?"

  "Of course, I do. I was just messing with you. I knew it right when your name was called. I guess the Dark Lord is once again plotting something." Dudley said and rexed beside Harry. "Better be careful."

  "I thought so too," Harry replied dejectedly.

  "Well, it's not exactly surprising, is it?" Dudley said, gncing at Harry. "You've been up against You-Know-Who since the first year. Might as well accept it's just how things are for you." He turned to Neville with a small shrug. "You might even win the tournament. Stranger things have happened."

  "I couldn't care less about this tournament. I never wanted to be part of it. A fourth-year like me, pitted against seventh-years? Winning is a dream, and survival... well, that's a question I'd rather not answer."

  Dudley let out a small chuckle and gave his shoulder a firm pat. "Well then, best stop moping and start getting ready. Give your broom a proper cleaning and work on that summoning spell—it'll do you good."

  "Wait, you know about the first task?"

  "I do, but don't worry. You'll hear all about it soon enough." Dudley gave Neville a quick wave before turning to go. "Good luck, Harry."

  Just as he was leaving, he saw Ron, Hermione, and Ginny walking his way.

  "What are you doing here?" Ron snarled.

  Dudley sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Just discussing how the Dark Lord might be pnning on using this tournament to kill him."

  "What?" Ron froze, brows high and jaw low. He looked towards Harry in the back and then back at Dudley. "T-That… Is that true?"

  "Makes the most sense." Dudley shrugged and walked past them. "See you all at the dinner."

  Thank me ter, Harry.

  With hours left before dinner, Dudley walked back to the school and then entered the Arithmancy cssroom to continue his practical training on the research that he and Professor Vector had finished. It wasn't an easy thing to do as the calcutions were rge enough to take over entire bckboards, and he was supposed to do them mentally before casting a spell.

  He needed to get used to it. Get faster and create shortcuts through those formus. When casting a spell, everything matters. The hand movement, the angle of the wrist, the angle of the wand, the air temperature, the wind, the tone of voice. For now, he chose to only focus on physical characteristics and ignored the environmental aspects as they changed a lot.

  Arithmancy was a subject that allowed one to predict things with magic. Unlike divination, this worked differently. Arithmancy was accurate if one had the right calcutions. Which meant that one knew the outcome before an action. It was technically foresight, but wizards still called it divination.

  Let's keep up with the easier spells. Incendio sounds best.

  He focused on the 1st year spell that was used to make fire. He had struggled with those spells a lot back in the day, and even now, his fmes weren't that big.

  Creak!

  "Hah." Dudley chuckled, and without even looking back at the door, he addressed the one spying on him. "It's not very polite to sneak around behind people's backs, Ms. Brown."

  With a giggle, the door to the cssroom fully opened, and Lavender Brown walked in, her honey-blonde hair like a waterfall on her back. Still, in her summer school uniform, she walked sultrily with a purpose. Her deep blue eyes stared at Dudley with intent that she did nothing to hide.

  "So you knew all along."

  Dudley closed the book and finally turned to look back. Eying her from head to toe, he admired her for a moment. She was decently tall, probably five and a half, her waist was slim while the curves leading up and down inspired imagination. She was by no means the prettiest of witches, but definitely among the hottest with that body.

  "Come on, Ms. Brown. Not much of a spy, are you? Strolling about looking that stunning."

  He had modified the cssroom a little. Except for the teacher's table and chair at one end of the cssroom, he had moved all the desks aside to the wall so he had enough space in the middle to practice his spells.

  So, as he rested his back against the table, arms crossed, he had Lavender standing in the middle of the empty cssroom looking like a fairy on a dispy.

  "Heh, Parvati's sister let slip that you've got quite the talent with that mouth of yours. Turns out, she wasn't exaggerating."

  "I reckon I do," Dudley said with a small grin. "You're not the first to mention it."

  Lavender giggled and stepped even closer to Dudley, stopping an arm's length away. With Dudley slightly over six feet, she gnced up at his face with confidence and then looked down at him, somewhere around his waist. "Lavender… Just Lavender is fine."

  "Alright, Lav." Dudley shortened her name even more. "What can I do for you?"

  "Can I join this training session of yours?"

  Dudley leaned slightly forward as if teasing her. "Really? You've been sneaking about after me for three whole weeks just for that? It's hard to be convinced, I'm afraid."

  Lavender's lips curled into a pyful pout as she leaned in, her voice a soft purr. "Mmm… if you need convincing, I have some delightful ways to help."

  What got into her? I don't even know her that much.

  "And what type of training session do you want?" he inquired, undeniably hard by now.

  "Something along the lines of…" She grinned. "Padma's potions sessions?"

  That witch. She couldn't hold it in after all. Dudley didn't hold any grudge against the Indian Witch. Rather, this seemed like a blessing.

  Dudley leaned forward, his fingers catching Lavender's chin with a teasing pinch. Her breath hitched, a shiver visibly racing through her as though his touch had sparked something under her skin.

  His gaze, dark with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, lingered on her lips.

  "Really? I thought girls preferred Harry. He's the school crush, isn't he?"

  "Oh, he's the dream boy alright, even with the damaged reputation after the Triwizard thing. But you… rich, handsome, tall, smart, and…" Her gaze flickered downward, lips curling into a pyful smile. "Pretty big… I prefer that."

  "Are you sure, Lav? I can be a little feral at times."

  Lavender's smirk widened, a spark of challenge lighting her eyes as she stepped closer and reached for his loins. Her fingers found his hardened length without hesitation, rubbing over the straining fabric with deliberate slowness. The heat of her palm bled through the thin barrier of his trousers, and her giggle, soft and teasing, sent a pulse of thirst straight to his core.

  "Oh? Threatening a Gryffindor with an adventure?" She purred, leaning close enough that her breath glided against his cheek.

  Dudley tilted her chin upward, his thumb grazing her jaw as his other arm coiled around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her breasts, soft and full, pressed into his chest, and the faint friction of fabric against fabric sent a low pulse of heat straight to his erection.

  God, she feels good.

  Slender yet perfectly curvy, her body was practically begging to be explored. The faint scent of her perfume clung to her skin, sweet, with a hint of spice, making his pulse thump harder. He could feel her breath quicken, shallow and warm, anticipation oozing through every inch of her.

  "In that case…" His smirk curled slowly and wickedly as he released her chin. "Welcome to Professor Dursley's css, Miss Lavender Brown."

  Without breaking eye contact, Dudley reached and drew out his wand. He flicked it toward the cssroom door; once, twice, three times. He was rubbish at charms, always had been, but after a few stubborn sparks, the door lock clicked with a final, satisfying snap.

  Privacy secured.

  After pcing his wand recklessly on the table, his hands dropped behind her, fingers trailing down the curve of her back before ciming the firm swell of her ass over the pleated Hogwarts skirt. He squeezed firmly, fingers spreading over the round, supple flesh beneath the thin fabric. His palms kneaded the soft flesh, gripping her like he owned her.

  Warm, supple, and perfect under his hands. His thumbs traced the hem of her skirt, just teasing the bare skin of her upper thighs.

  Lavender's breath hitched, her fingers curling into his shirt as her cheeks flushed with heat. She looked up at him through thick shes, eyes tinged with something greedy and wild. "Umm… Teach me… well… Professor."

  Lavender rose onto her toes, her lips brushing against Dudley's in a tentative kiss; soft, teasing, testing the waters.

  But Dudley instantly took control, lips rough and demanding as he kissed her harder. His hands squeezed her ass, pulling her hips tight against the rigid bulge straining under his trousers.

  Lavender whimpered into the kiss, her fingers slipping between them to palm the hardness of his arousal through the fabric. A gasp escaped her lips, but Dudley swallowed the sound, his tongue sliding past her parted pearly whites to tangle with hers. The kiss was sloppy, wet, and shamelessly desperate, teeth grazing lips, breaths mingling, tongues stroking with an intensity that sent heat spiraling low in her belly.

  "Ugh," Dudley groaned against her lips, hips grinding against her hand as she stroked him over his trousers.

  She could feel how thick and heavy he was, just as she'd hoped. Her fingers teased the outline of his shaft, tracing the hard length that pulsed beneath her palm.

  The fmes of Dudley's hunger coiled tight and low in his gut. I need to be inside her… soon.

  Lavender seemed just as desperate. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as they kissed, popping them open one by one with frantic fingers before moving to his belt, tugging it free with a sharp clink.

  As she unfastened his trousers, Dudley broke the kiss and grabbed the shoulders of her dark school robe. With one swift motion, he shoved it down her arms, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a heap.

  Now, she stood before him in just her white button-down shirt, striped tie, sleek bck stockings, and that sinful little skirt. He didn't touch the tie. No, the sight of it against her bare skin was too damn good to move, but his fingers found the buttons of her shirt.

  One by one, he unfastened them with deliberate slowness, each inch of newly exposed skin sending another pulse of heat through his veins. The curve of her colrbone, the valley between her breasts, the teasing glimpse of ce beneath. Dudley's breath came harder as anticipation burned hot and heavy.

  The moment Lavender's hand slipped inside his trousers and wrapped around his loins, Dudley's breath caught hard in his throat. Her fingers squeezed experimentally, barely able to circle the full girth of him.

  Unholy thoughts shot straight through his mind as she gave him a slow stroke from base to tip, her touch soft yet eager. The little whimper she let out sent a fresh pulse of blood straight to his cock, making him throb against her palm.

  "Ooooh… Big… indeed," she giggled breathlessly, her fingers tracing the thick ridge of his shaft with a teasing squeeze that made his hips twitch toward her hand.

  Dudley barely had time to smirk before Lavender crashed her lips against his, kissing him with a wild hunger that knocked the air from his lungs. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, hot and wet, licking against his like she wanted to devour him whole.

  Her tongue slid past his lips, eagerly tangling with his as if trying to taste every inch of him. She sucked his tongue into her mouth with greedy little moans, lips cshing in a heated mess of spit and lust.

  "I… really needed this," she panted against his lips, her breath hot and ragged. "In this boring school!"

  That was all Dudley needed to hear. He grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her off the floor with ease.

  "Ah!" Lavender let out a surprised squeak, but her legs quickly wrapped around his waist as he carried her toward the teacher's desk. The cluttered surface rattled beneath her as he set her down, their lips still locked in a breathless kiss that tasted of greed and reckless hunger.

  His cock pressed hard against the damp heat between her thighs, and the friction made them both gasp. Their mouths cshed again, teeth grazing lips as their tongues tangled in a kiss that tasted intoxicating.

  Dudley's hands moved with purpose, grabbing the edges of her open shirt and pushing the fabric aside to reveal her red ce bra. Without hesitation, he shoved the cups upward, taking in the sight of her breasts to his hungry gaze.

  Sizeable and round, her pale, velvety skin flushed with heat. Her button nipples stood stiff, cherry-pink buds perched atop wide, rosy areos that begged to be teased. With spread fingers, he cimed the full weight of them in both hands, fingers sinking into her soft flesh. Her warm flesh seemed to mold to his palms as if made to be touched.

  "Fuck…" Dudley growled under his breath, cupping both breasts in his hands. He squeezed firmly, kneading her as her body arched toward him with a breathless gasp.

  "Mmm… ohhh—P-Professor," Lavender whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as her legs squeezed tighter around his waist.

  Dudley smirked with a teasing glint in his eyes, giving her magnificent bosom another firm squeeze. "You're a noisy little thing, aren't you? What if someone hears, huh? Would you like that, Lav? Getting caught like a naughty little student in detention?"

  "Ahh! Y-yes! Maybe they'd…Ummm!" She moaned, her head tilting back as she squirmed beneath his hands.

  Dudley's blood boiled hot with hunger. Without another word, he lowered his head and tched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks that would st for days.

  Lavender gasped beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he dragged his tongue along the curve of her colrbone, then lower. The moment his mouth found her breast, her moan echoed through the empty cssroom.

  "Ahhh—! Ohhh, yes! P-Professor!" She cried out as his lips closed around her nipple, sucking hard enough to send a sharp pulse of pleasure straight through her trembling body.

  Her nails scraped against his scalp, urging him on as his tongue swirled over her stiff bud, wet and rough before his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh just enough to make her jolt.

  Dudley groaned against her skin, his free hand kneading her other breast as his mouth worked harder, suckling, nibbling, and biting with a rough hunger that left faint red marks blooming on her pale skin.

  Lavender's moans came faster, louder, shameless in desperation as he marked her like she belonged to him.

  "More! Mmm—Ohhh, harder! Please!" She cried out, her voice breaking into a breathless whimper as he suckled, his tongue flicking against the stiff peak between rough pulls of his mouth.

  As her legs trembled around his waist, Dudley knew she was already teetering on the edge, wanting more and more of his rough treatment. But he wasn't done with her, not by a long shot.

  Lavender clutched Dudley's head tightly against her breasts, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him harder against her flesh. Each rough suckle of his mouth sent electric pulses of pleasure racing through her body, her moans echoing shamelessly through the empty cssroom.

  But then Dudley's hand slid down her waist, rough fingers grazing over the curve of her skirt before trailing along her stocking-cd thighs. The contrast of smooth nylon and warm skin sent shivers of arousal through him. His fingers crept beneath the pleated fabric, only to freeze when they found nothing but bare, bzing heat.

  "Fucking hell—" Dudley exhaled sharply as his fingertips felt her slick, naked petals.

  No panties. Just the scorching heat of her pussy, salivating eagerly. His fingers traced the smooth curve of her lower lips, feeling the faint patch of trimmed curls just above her slit before dipping lower into the soaked heat beneath.

  "Ohhh… ahh! Yes, touch me!" Lavender gasped, her thighs twitching around his hand as her hips bucked upward. "I've been waiting all day… Umph!"

  Dudley's cock throbbed painfully at her words, straining against his trousers as her arousal coated his fingertips. He chuckled against her chest, teeth grazing her quivering tips as he pressed a teasing, long finger stroke along her soaked slit.

  "You said adventure… adventure it is," he growled, pulling back.

  Without warning, he grabbed her by the thighs and pushed her backwards onto the desk. Papers scattered beneath her as she fell onto her back with a breathless gasp. Her skirt rode up to her waist, baring her naked pussy to his hungry gaze.

  Fuck! She's perfect.

  Her pussy was slick and swollen with arousal, her folds glistening with wetness that clung to her inner thighs. Her slit, pink and flushed, parted slightly to reveal the tight entrance that twitched in anticipation. Her clit stood proudly, hard, and begging for attention. Her thick thighs framed the view beautifully, against the bck stockings that were stuck to her smooth legs.. Above her bare pussy, her pale belly rose and fell with each ragged breath, soft and untouched, up to her heaving breasts that widened as it fttened slightly against her chest from lying down.

  Her face was a work of lustful art; cheeks flushed pink, lips swollen and parted as she gasped for breath. Her eyes, gssy with tears of pleasure, looked up at him with a mix of need and anticipation. Her hair sprawled wildly across Professor Vector's desk, the disheveled strands adding to the sinful beauty of the scene.

  Dudley undid his trousers and shoved them down to his thighs, freeing his aching cock. It jutted forward, thick and heavy, veins bulging along the length as the bulbous head glistened with pre-cum. Wrapping his hand around the base, he stepped between her spread thighs and let the heavy shaft rest against her dripping slit.

  Smack!

  Lavender's entire body jolted as he spped his cock against her pussy, the wet sound echoed lewdly in the air. Her cry was high-pitched and breathless, her thighs trembling as heat shot through her core.

  "Ohhh!!" She gasped, eyes squeezed shut as her hips instinctively arched toward him.

  Dudley grinned.

  Another sp, harder this time, sent her gasping again as her slick arousal clung to the shaft of his cock. He dragged the thick head along her slit, coating himself in her juices as her clit throbbed against the underside of his length.

  "Ms. Lavender Brown…" His voice was low and rough with hunger as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against her entrance. "You think you can handle me?"

  "Ye—eeeeh!" Lavender's voice broke into a squeal as he pushed just enough for the flushed cockhead to stretch her lips wide. The thick ridge of his crown caught against her tight entrance, teasing her with the promise of more as her walls clenched helplessly around nothing.

  "Hmm… I don't know." Dudley tilted his hips slightly, letting the mushroom head press in just enough to stretch her wider before pulling back with agonizing slowness. "You sure you're ready for this?"

  "N-Noooh!" Lavender gasped, her nails cwing at the desk as her hips bucked toward him. "I…I want it, please...just—ahhh!"

  "Ten points to Gryffindor," Dudley growled with a smirk, gripping her thighs tighter as he lined himself up to cim his prize.

  He finally pushed in, and for a moment, his entire world narrowed to the tight, scorching heat wrapping around him.

  Fuck.

  Lavender wasn't a virgin, far from it, but her walls were something else. They gripped him with that perfect bance of tightness and stretch that made every inch of her a paradise to sink into.

  That slick, drenched flesh tightened around his tip like a greedy hug. Her folds clinging and molding around his girth, squeezing and fluttering as if her body was desperate to keep him inside. Her slick warmth coated every ridge and vein of his cock until the pressure was maddening.

  And that sound, that messy, wet squelch as he buried himself balls-deep, her pussy sucking him in like she couldn't get enough. She wasn't just tight; she reacted to every inch of his length with trembling spasms that made it feel like her body was begging him to move.

  His breath shuddered as he pushed deeper, watching with satisfaction as her pretty, swollen pussy stretched wide around his rock-hard rod. His shaft gleamed with her slick arousal, sliding in with sinful ease until he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressing flush against her other entrance below.

  Lavender trembled beneath him, her thighs twitching, her chest rising and falling in erratic gasps.

  Dudley's lips curled into a knowing smirk as he gnced up at her dazed, pleasure-drunk expression. "I warned you…" He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a growl. "Feral."

  "Aaaah! Fuck, yes!" Lavender cried out, her body jolting from the sheer stretch, her nails scraping against the desk as if anchoring herself.

  He wasted no time. His first thrust was slow, but the power behind it sent a sharp sp echoing through the room as his hips met hers. He pulled back almost entirely, leaving just the thick, bulbous head inside her, before ramming back in with a force that dragged out a gasping cry from her lips.

  Over and over, he repeated, pulling back until he nearly left her pussy empty before shoving back in, each deep stroke hitting the very end of her core. The wooden table screeched beneath them, inching forward with every pounding thrust.

  Her fleshy thighs jiggled from the impact, her getinous breasts bouncing wildly with each sp of skin against skin. Lavender's face twisted into something utterly lustful; eyes fluttering, lips parted in helpless moans, brows furrowing in overwhelmed pleasure.

  "Ooooh! S-So big! I can feel it—" her tone rose and fell between words. "You're stretching me… ruining me… ohhh, fuck, so warm, so deep—aaahh! I-I can't…"

  Dudley chuckled. "Oh, you can, and you will."

  Lavender let out a delirious giggle between her gasps, the thrill of the moment making her head spin. The reckless danger of it all; legs spread wide on a professor's desk, getting fucked raw by a guy she barely knew, who knew exactly what he was doing.

  The heavy scent of sweat and sex was thick in the air. It made her body burn in delirium.

  She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

  Dudley took the invitation, leaning down until his mouth tched onto one of her jolting breasts. He sucked hard, dragging his tongue over her stiff cherry tips. All the while, his hips kept driving into her, each thrust deep and deliberate. His cock drilled into her relentlessly, filling her to the brim, stretching her until she could feel every groove, every pulsing vein.

  Her orgasm hit her like a hex.

  "Aaahhh! Ahh—oohh, fuuuck! I-I'm….coming—!"

  Lavender's back arched off the desk, her muscles knotting up as a violent wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her walls clenched around him, spasming, milking him for all he was worth. She came with sheer intensity, her essence flowing out and drowning his thrusting cock.

  Dudley groaned from the grip, feeling the rest of her body go limp beneath him, twitching uncontrolbly from all the pleasure.

  He pulled back slightly, looking down at her sprawled-out frame, hair wild, face flushed, chest heaving.

  "Tired already? Not in my css."

  Before she could recover, Dudley pulled her up off the table onto her shaky legs and spun her around. She barely had time to brace herself against the desk before he pushed her torso forward, forcing her to bend and present her hips to him. One of his rge hands pressed against her lower back, keeping her in pce, while the other lifted her left leg and hooked it onto the desk, spreading her open at an obscene angle.

  Lavender whimpered as the new position stretched her out even more, her bance forced onto one foot while her other thigh rested high on the table. She was completely exposed, her glistening pussy twitching with the remnants of her climax, her ass raised and ready for him.

  Dudley lined himself up, teasing his thick cockhead along her swollen folds before smming back in with a force that made her yelp. The position made everything feel impossibly deeper; every thrust carved into her like she was nothing more than a warm, tight sleeve made for his pleasure.

  "Ah! Dudley…fuck…"

  He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back just enough to arch her spine, his other hand wrapping around her throat in a loose, possessive grip. His thrusts were punishing, his thick cock dragging against her walls, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, trying to keep him buried deep with every stroke.

  Sp!

  Lavender gasped as his palm came down hard on her asscheek, leaving behind a red mark.

  "Louder," Dudley ordered, his voice dripping with dominance.

  "Mmmph! So good… So deep… So fucking big…! Fuck me!"

  Another sp came, harder this time. Her ass jiggled from the impact, her walls quivering around his cock in response.

  "I said louder, girl!"

  "Fuck! Yes, yes! Fuck me!" Lavender wailed, her moans turning shameless, broken, desperate. Her entire body wiggled beneath him, overwhelmed by the stretch, the pressure, the sheer force of him inside her.

  And then, it happened.

  Dudley felt it; her pussy clenching erratically, her ass writhing, her back arching higher as her breath hitched into a choked sob of pleasure. Her body spasmed violently.

  "Ahhh! Ahhh—fuuuck!"

  A gush of liquid spshed against his thighs, her body shaking uncontrolbly as she squirted hard, her climax scorching through her like wildfire. Dudley pulled out just in time to watch the sinful sight. Her juices dripped down her inner thighs, her legs trembling as she struggled to hold herself up.

  He stepped back, smirking as he admired the absolute mess she had become. Sweaty, ruined, her face buried in her arm, gasping for air.

  "Now…" Dudley reached down, pulling her weak body upright, forcing her to turn and face him. He gripped her chin, tilting her face up so he could see the dazed, wrecked expression she had.

  Beautiful.

  "You said something about Padma's potions css, didn't you?" His lips curled into a wicked grin.

  Lavender's legs wobbled, her entire body still buzzing from the lingering pleasure, her pussy throbbing with the sweet aftertaste.

  "So it's time to earn it."

  Dudley stepped back, gripping Lavender's hair into a firm bundle, forcing her gaze upward as her knees hit the cold stone floor, kneeling. His cock, slick from her juices and his own need, throbbed in front of her flushed face.

  "Feral it is," he barked.

  Without hesitation, his throbbing hardness slid past her parted lips, groaning as her mouth enveloped him.

  Lavender whimpered around his thickness, her tongue pressing against the underside.

  But Dudley didn't grant her any time to adjust. Holding her head steady, he thrust into her mouth with deep, rapid strokes, each plunge pulling a choked moan from her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut, tears welling as she gagged around his girth, her hands clenched tightly on his thighs; not in protest, but in overwhelming arousal.

  "Yeah… Just like that. Good girl." His free hand cupped her cheek, feeling the bulge of his cock as he invaded her throat.

  He was this rough only with Susan because she liked it that way. With Hannah, he was commonly passionate and under control. This time, he simply trusted his instincts and went along with Lavender's wild nature. Seeing how it went, he knew he made the right choice.

  Strings of saliva mixed with his pre-cum dripped from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and onto her bouncing breasts, each thrust making them jiggle beneath her unbuttoned shirt. The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging echoed through the cssroom, her muffled moans vibrating around him, her face red.

  "Almost…" Dudley warned, voice tightening as pleasure coiled in his core.

  His thrusts grew faster, more erratic, until he abruptly pulled back, leaving only the swollen cockhead resting on her tongue. With a low groan, he stroked himself hard.

  "Take it. All of it."

  Lavender moaned eagerly, eyes gssy with lust as her mouth stretched wide to take him. His cock throbbed once; twice, and then thick spurts of hot seed erupted onto her tongue.

  Dudley watched with a sharp inhale as her cheeks hollowed, puffing out slightly from the sheer volume he gave her. White droplets dripped from the corner of her mouth as she suckled, but she stayed still, letting him finish until the st drops coated her throat.

  Panting, Dudley released her hair and stepped back, chest rising and falling.

  Lavender gazed up at him with a dazed smile, her hair wild and disheveled. She opened her mouth again, sticking out her coated tongue to show him the thick, creamy evidence. Then, with a soft, dirty hum, she closed her lips and swallowed, her throat visibly contracting as she gulped it all down.

  "Fuck… If I could, I'd give you 500 points for that," Dudley muttered, still catching his breath.

  "Hehe…" Lavender let out a breathless giggle and reached up, her legs wobbly as she clutched his hand to stand. "Hm… That was… a fun lesson."

  Dudley chuckled softly, digging into his pocket for a handkerchief. Without a word, he handed it to her, watching with amusement as she wiped the corners of her mouth, her cheeks still flushed and her smile utterly satisfied.

  "That aside, what made you so… I mean, this. We barely knew each other." Dudley asked as he grabbed his trousers and started tidying himself up.

  Lavender shrugged and fixed her looks, too. "Oh, I don't know… Padma mentioned you, and it got me curious. I watched, I wondered—just how big you'd be. You're rather handsome, you know… and maybe it's just a little Gryffindor recklessness, but I couldn't resist giving it a try."

  "So it was a bit of a guilty pleasure, then?" Dudley said with a chuckle, handing her the bck robes. "Not that I'm compining. Can't say I didn't have a good time."

  "Mmm, I can say with absolute confidence—I've never had this much fun before. Just shameless, wild, utterly breathless… like rabbits." She bit her lip, smoothing out her robes before sauntering toward Dudley. Rising onto her toes, she pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, her fingers trailing down his chest with a teasing touch. "So… will Professor Dursley be taking more… private lessons in the future?"

  I love this life.

  Dudley responded by wrapping an arm around her waist and then reaching down to sp on her ass. "We do have a lot of lessons to cover."

  "I'll wait for the schedule then." Lavender traced her lips with her tongue, letting her gaze linger before stepping back. "I better go now. Can't wait to see Padma's face."

  "See you ter."

  Dudley didn't follow her out as he still had work to do. However, instead of resuming his training, he sat down and began writing some letters. He couldn't just sit by and rex any longer. Having received the confirmation from Edwin that he'd gotten the isnds, it was time to start the next phase.

  He wrote a letter to Penelope Clearwater and another one of his trusted aides. The D&D Bank needed to quickly establish itself.

  Depending on how the Triwizard tournament ends, I'll have to react. The ministry is too incompetent to be trusted. Maybe it's time to have a chat with Snape.

  Finishing up his letters, he got up to visit the owlery and send them before dinner. It was mostly dim outside already, so he hurried his steps.

  He swung his wand a few times and returned the benches to their original positions, ready for the next day's csses. He made sure no dirty drops were spttered on the floor or the table and finally headed to the door.

  Knock! Knock!

  He froze just as he was about to open the door.

  I don't remember inviting anyone else. Most don't even know I'm here.

  "Who is it?"

  "It's me, your Aunt Lily."