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Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 7 - The Promise & The Sack
🕑 Added 2024-12-09 13:47:26 +0000 UTC"What? Why?"
Dudley stared down at Susan's spunk-lathered face.
She stayed on her knees, refusing to leave her grasp over his flaccid length. She kept playing with it in adoration. "I… Please don't get angry, Dudley."
Noticing the glimmer of fear in her eyes, Dudley exhaled deeply and pulled her up to stand. Then he grabbed a towel they had stored in that room from the side and wiped her face clean. Unbothered by his or her nakedness, he pulled her towards the bed of crates, lifted her by her supple bottom, and made her sit.
With his hands on her curvy waist, he stood between her dangling legs, face to face. He reckoned if he wasn't rich or lived another life, he'd have gotten angry.
"As long as you've got a good reason, Susan, I’m not mad or anything."
Doing his best not to look at those perfectly ripe, inviting, cherry-tipped apples on her body, he maintained a serious glance over her face.
Susan, however, landed both her arms on his shoulders and circled her legs around his back to pull him closer to her body. Only once she felt his flaccid length against her entrance, and his face mere inches away, she spoke.
"I couldn't hide it… I was going to lose my virginity and I just felt that… It was a big thing. Remember the Christmas party? When I said my Aunt thought I was at Hannah’s? That was a little white lie. Truth is, I told her exactly what I planned to do. She wasn’t thrilled, of course, but once I made it clear I knew exactly what I was doing, she let me go."
Dudley's brows shot up in surprise. "The Amelia Bones agreed to let you sleep with a dude and get fucked?"
"Hehe, you vulgar beast," Susan purred with a playful glint in her eye, her arms draping effortlessly around his neck. "You know, ever since that first night in the Great Hall, back in the first year, I’ve had the biggest crush on you. There was just something about you—like, ‘There’s a guy who knows exactly what he’s doing.’ And, well… I couldn’t resist."
Dudley's heart sank. Did I… break her heart? I'm involved with Hannah too, and I didn’t even hide it from her.
"Turns out, it was just infatuation." Susan changed her tone abruptly and gripped his flaccid length, rubbing her palm all over his sensitive knob. "I tried so hard, but I just couldn't feel that giddy, butterfly feeling in my heart. I did feel hot in my kitty all along, but that was it, and then I knew what I wanted. I wanted this… long… hot… thing inside me."
She rubbed his hardness which slowly began to grow once again. Her words slurred, turning sultry with each passing moment.
"Famous, brilliant, and wealthy—I told Aunt Amelia all about you, and, of course, that we’re dating. You know, it’s just me and Aunt Amelia left in the Bones family. She’s my best friend, my only family—and, well, we’re both women. So, why do you think she came to the party that evening? The ‘investment’ was just a pretext. She wanted to see you. And judging by her reaction, I’d say she liked what she saw."
Her hand gained a slow yet steady rhythm, long and slow strokes that made his sensitive organ turn fully erect again.
But Dudley truly cherished Susan as his close friend, and the thought that she may have had romantic desires for him tied his thoughts in knots. "Susan… I think I have wronged you. I shouldn't have involved Hannah with u—"
"Aw, come on!" she purred and squeezed him hard. "Did you even listen to me? Look, I’m not after love, Dudley—I’m young, and I just want to have fun. Not saying I’d rule it out, but I love what we’ve got going, it's just not 'love' love. Honestly, wouldn’t it be wild to see Hannah, that silly girl, riding you while I… sit on your face and you eat me? Doesn’t that sound mad hot?"
It feeling aroused was a concern, Dudley was already full mast, and as hard as he could be in Susan's rubbing hand all across his long shaft. He stared at her face in amusement and regard. "It does sound hot."
"See? Aren’t I the best? I’ll even help you charm witches—just tell me who’s caught your eye. Your winggirl, at your service—As long as I get my fill, of course. Uh, the dread of even thinking about dating a guy just to fuck, I'd rather not get called a slut—unless it’s by you." She grinned and licked her lips. "Oh? I felt your thing twitch. Who’s the lucky girl?"
Honestly, he twitched because of what Susan said. She was just the right amount of horny, sensible, and playful. Though, he did have a name. "Hermione."
"The nerd?"
He shrugged, feeling embarrassed by his fantasy. "I’m not sure. It feels like… something I shouldn’t want, you know?… Guilty pleasure. Like a taboo, but I still really want to do it."
"Hmmm…" Susan stroked his cock harder, already having won his precum. "Oh, honestly, I think this one's a bit more of a challenge than the others. If you'd picked some Ravenclaw, those cheeky Indian twins, or even a Slytherin bitch, I might have been able to. But Hermione… Heh, I like that challenge."
The whole time, Dudley looked into her eyes to see if she was just making things up. Lying to him to hide her true feelings. But all he saw was mischief in her eyes. She looked truly invested in being his winggirl.
"By the way, about Hannah." Susan changed the topic. Her facial expressions turned serious, though her hand never stopped, constantly probing his throbbing knob against her swollen entrance. "I think she's struggling—She's falling for you, Dudley. It's dangerous, she really wants you, but also knows you're not interested in dating. If this goes on…"
Why else do you think I haven't crossed the line with her?
Dudley sighed, having seen that matter coming from a mile away. "I know, but I really don't want to hurt her. She's kind and beautiful, but... I don't think I even want to fall in love in this life."
"Oh, I get it, I do. But we can’t ever really know what the other one’s thinking. Hannah… well, she’s never been the popular, confident type, not like this. And now? She’s all smiles, and she’s convinced it’s because of you. Tell me, how far have you gone with her? Sealed the deal yet?" Susan asked him as if discussing some business deal. But for some reason, she seemed more turned on by all that talking.
Is this some sort of a fetish? Dudley pondered.
"No, not yet."
"Then that's what you need to do, Dudley. Just fuck her so goo-ooo-hd…" Susan proclaimed and abruptly squeezed his cock closer and pushed his purple head inside her sensitive, rosy depth. "T-that all she can think of is 'Ooooh, I want this in me—to hell with love, romance, I just want this big, fat, juicy cock of Dudley Dursley inside meeeee-h!"
Dudley understood the assignment and pushed inside his redheaded lover. He was as sensitive as her and also spent, so he went in gently, but Susan's clamping legs around him made him slam his whole rod in like a key finally settled inside a perfect, warm, silken lock.
"B-But…" She stopped him from moving, holding his thick cock inside, a challenge in itself as she felt him hitting her cervix, and her moaning, groaning voice hid nothing. "Umh… I promised my Aunt something, and I want your help…"
"Anything…" Dudley promised and gulped, moistening his throat.
"Li-eeeh-sten first! If… If I don't find love by the time-eh… we finish Hogwarts… I want to have… a baby with you."
"What?" Dudley's drowsy eyes gained light once again and he looked at her serious face with even more seriousness. "What? Are you sure?"
"Never been more sure."
"Why me?"
"Dudley, are you serious?" Susan slid a bit closer on the crates, feeling his manhood press even harder inside her. But uncaring of that pleasure, she softly tapped his face with both palms and pecked on his lips, a quick wet kiss. "You're tall, and this muscular dadbod of yours, and your fucking massive blessing jammed inside me, and that brain of yours—Trust me, half of the British Witches will want you to unload yourself in their wombs by the time you graduate."
Sounds exciting, but doesn't work. Like hell I'd let some bastard claim my hard-earned wealth. But if it was Susan… He looked at her face with doubt. Were her words just spur of the moment?
"Hehe, silly…" Susan grinned as if knowing what he was thinking. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to pull him into herself, preparing herself for the second round of pleasuring plunder. "Make me sign whatever papers you want, I don't care about your money. I just want—"
Dudley erased the gap between them and kissed her lips as passionately as he could. He didn't want to hear her say more of that. It made him feel guilty for doubting her. She was more than a friend and less than a lover, but her place in his life felt permanent.
"Aaah!" Susan moaned as she felt his hips pump in.
"Susan." He ended the slobbering kiss and looked at her face. "I-I don’t know where this thing is going but… I’ll make sure you’re the happiest girl in the world."
Susan moaned and giggled, her jovial voice was like gentle music. Her arms fully wrapped around his head and pulled him in until her face rested beside his face. She felt him start his slow, gentle thrusts.
"Bingo! And that's how you bag a billionaire—aaaah!"
"Hah-haha…" Dudley laughed so loud between his thrusts that the crates and Susan's shorter frame shook with him. But he hugged her back, harder even, and began to piston relentlessly, though not as hard as before. The scent in the room would have disgusted others, but to him, it felt erotic.
Just because of Susan, he felt no regrets in choosing Hufflepuff.
"Aaaah—fuck!" Susan clawed at Dudley's back and nibbled on his shoulders, leaving trails of hickeys. So stretched, so sore inside, every probe of his shaft made her lose her mind. "Ummh… calm down, big boy, no creampies for you yet. I don't have the-eeh potion to deal with the afterma-aaahth yet."
"Potions?" Dudley exclaimed, his eyes closed, just as the girl he was plowing into. He whispered into her ear. "There are potions to avoid pregnancies?"
"Mmmh… yeah, but they're very expensive…ah!"
Plap!
Dudley thrust in hard, animalistically to wake her up. "Seriously? Expensive? To me, Susan?"
"Dammit!" Susan cursed at her lapse and clawed hard on his back, feeling every part of her body aching and loving it. "N-next time… all in me… promise!"
"Where now?" Dudley felt on edge.
"My mouth—mah…" Susan convulsed into a chain of spasms, close to that mind-numbing shattering release. "Fu-Merling, you're yummy!"
Equally spent, equally tired, and equally aroused—Dudley made love to Susan until she spurted out her hot juices, squeezing his cock until she couldn’t anymore. So close himself, he quickly made her sit down on her knees again and give her the taste she craved so much.
Her pink tongue was out to the fullest.
His reddened, sore cock dipped inside her mouth.
Dudley, for the third time that day, and the last, exploded with the most arousing climax of his life. Not a lot came out, but it was enough to flood Susan's throat and hear those erotic, audible gulps.
Her tight clenches of lips made his sensitive rim erupt on the edge of arousal and a strange sensation of distress. Her suckles were harsh, as if hungry for every single drip of his cream.
It was incredible and exhausting. Tired, he grabbed Susan and rested down flat on the crates with her over his chest. No more strenuous sensual activity, he thirsted a moment of rest.
No more words were spoken.
They simply had no energy left.
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Woosh!
Swoooo!
The brooms flew at speed unmatched. It was a special permission that Dudley had gotten his Hufflepuff quidditch team to try out their newest Firebolt brooms. Of course, all gifted by Dudley. He gave them to the entire team although they were already out of the year's Quidditch Cup.
He didn't fly them, however. Instead, seeing it was a warm, sunny day, he climbed one of the high spectator towers and basked in the sunlight, lying flat on the stair-like wooden benches, holding a book in his hand—Fool's Guide At Banking, the book was called.
"Does this mean we're going to win next year?" Susan asked, graciously allowing Dudley to rest his head on her soft, squishy lap as she reclined in the seat and watched the school crush, Cedric Diggory fly around and do some stunts.
Dudley chuckled and flicked the page of the book. "Stop dreaming, Susan. You're never winning a bet with me."
"Tsk." Susan sneered and dreamily watched the Hufflepuff captain. She by no means liked the boy. But Merlin's beard, the boy had utterly pale and shining skin.
Right then, a few more footsteps came and three girls joined Dudley and his small group that included not only Susan and Hannah but also Ron and Hermione, who was busy reading a book of her own.
"Hey, Dudley."
"Girls." Dudley waved at the three Ravenclaws—Cho, Padma, and curiously, there was Luna too. He guessed why Cho would be there since Cedric was flying. Padma was Cho's friend. But Luna was a wanderer.
"Mind if we take a seat, Dudley?" Padma asked sweetly, eyeing the face and the assets of the girl Dudley rested against.
Dudley shrugged and sat up quickly, now resting his back against Hannah’s dangling knees behind him, while Susan remained to his right. "Go ahead."
"Thanks." Padma was quick to jump downstairs and sit on his left, almost as close as Susan. Only the dusky Ravenclaw's thighs pressed against him, a deliberate action in everyone's eyes. "Are you planning on going home for Easter?"
"Can't afford not to, Padma. Gotta juggle between school and business equally," Dudley replied and noticed Luna's gaze constantly stuck on him.
The short, cute, free-flowing blonde-haired girl stood just beyond Cho's seat, a copy of her father's tabloid hugged to her chest. Seeing her with intent that time, he could see why Harry was nice to her from the get-go. Just seeing her slender frame made one want to protect this doll-like creature. "How can I help you, Ms. Lovegood?"
"Hm?" Luna tilted her head sideways and walked around, going a step down over the lower row. Then, she walked in front of Dudley and looked up at him, her silver eyes distant as well as intrigued at the same time. "Are you a womanizer, Dudley?"
Dudley coughed. Both at her question and her straightforward way of speech. This was the first time he spoke with her, and he was also her senior, after all.
"So you noticed?" Susan jokingly muttered.
Dudley awkwardly scratched his head. "Is that what you came to ask me?"
"I was hoping you'd invest in my father's tabloid. It's the one-stop place for all the exciting talks and discoveries. It's quite lovely, really." Luna proudly declared, although her voice lacked much excitement.
"Of course, but what's the equity share? I'd be looking for fifty-one percent ownership in exchange for an investment of thirty thousand galleons," Dudley bluntly replied to her with an offer. And by the way her eyes widened, it appeared she wasn't expecting much from him.
"T-Thirty thousand?!" Padma reacted with shock, grabbing Dudley's leg without realizing it. She almost jumped in the seat and stared at his face. "That's almost—"
"Slightly over a million," Dudley replied before she completed.
"Get used to it." Susan offhandedly murmured from the side, still staring at the shining boy.
By then, Luna gathered her thoughts and softly smiled. "Are you sure, Dudley?"
She's actually like a doll. Dudley smiled back and nodded.
"Then, I’ll send a letter to Dad. He'll be so happy to hear that you're interested." Luna showed the most joy any had ever seen on her. Then she extended the copy of Quibbler she had brought. "Here, please take a look. This is the tabloid."
"Free stuff? Thank you very much, Ms. Lovegood." Dudley took it and started to read it right away. It only made Luna smile more, proof to her that he was actually interested and not just being nice on the surface. She wasn't dumb, after all.
Luna stood there and watched Dudley read for a while. Then, she began humming under her breath and left the spectator tower, skipping, her mood as vivid as the sunlight that day.
"That's it?" Hermione exclaimed from a few seats at the back. In her hand, she waved a book Dudley had given her about business and investment. "You didn’t do market research! You went against the very principles written in this book!"
Dudley continued to read the Quibbler as he replied. "Oh, come on, Hermione. Don’t you think it’d be nice to see Luna smile? Besides, this is an investment considering the future, not the present. I can't touch the Daily Prophet, so I'll just push Quibbler to the top instead. How long do you think the Daily Prophet can last against me in a price war?"
"Page one-thirty-two. That’s where the Price War is explained. You should give it a look. It’s a tricky thing, sure, but not when I’m the one playing. The Daily Prophet? They’re only ‘privately owned’ on paper—they print whatever the Ministry tells them. Basically, it’s just government propaganda. Now, how rich do you reckon the Ministry is? Think they’d risk losing tens of thousands of Galleons? Even if I did fail, the Prophet would crumble too—At that point, I'd rather cut a deal and buy the Daily Prophet too. It's not that complex, Hermione," Dudley answered her in as much depth as possible. Although, the true reason behind his investment was something else.
The more Hermione thought about it, the more it felt possible. So, she quickly turned the pages and read about the Price War.
"Ah, he's leaving." Cho suddenly stood up to leave. "Padma, are you coming?"
As Dudley expected, the two girls left as soon as Cedric stopped flying around. Once again, it was just Dudley, Susan, Hannah, Hermione, and Ron.
"Dudley, tell me something…" Susan cheekily elbowed at him from his right. "Are you really investing in Luna's father or just… her?"
Why can't it be both?
"Hermione," Dudley blurted and looked back at the bushy-haired girl. "Did you notice anything strange about Luna?"
"She’s mental, that’s what’s odd about her. Then again, maybe that’s just normal for her," Ron commented from the side, grooming his pet rat on his lap.
Dudley was still focused on Hermione's face, searching for an answer. But seeing her focused face, he stood up before replying. "Her shoes—they were mismatched. It wasn’t some fashion thing or her trying to be quirky. She just couldn’t find the right pair."
A sudden realization dawned and Hermione's eyes opened wider. "No! She's being bullied?"
"For a while now, yeah. Susan and Hannah told me about it. She's not very popular in Ravenclaw—Sad state of affairs, honestly," Dudley replied and raised his hands towards Susan and Hannah at the same time, signaling to move.
"And what’s a ruddy million pounds supposed to do for her?" Ron asked.
Dudley looked back at Hermione and asked, "Can you guess?"
"You're the talk of the school! Everyone's desperate to be your friend and get in your good books. Cho and Padma will make sure the word spreads, and... Luna will be left alone," Hermione explained the reasoning, and she was spot on.
One heck of an intelligent witch.
"Ten points to Gryffindor." He jokingly mimicked Professor Dumbledore and started heading towards the stairs. However, as he passed by Ron, he heard the rat's squeaks and looked at the redheaded boy intently. "Ron, can I ask you something?"
"Fire it up, mate."
"You know, I quite like animals. Once, I kissed a puppy’s head and even nodded off cuddling it. I take care of my owl too—keep its feathers neat and all that. Bet Hermione does the same with her cat. Do you, um, groom your little friend as well?" Dudley seriously asked, trying to find out how deep the trauma was going to be for Ron by the end of the term.
"Scabbers? Of course, I pamper this little bugger." Ron lovingly patted his pet rat. "I let him sleep in my bed often. He never bit me."
"Pfft…" Dudley snorted in an attempt to hold back his laughter. His face turned red. "And kissing it?"
"Oh, that’s just after I’ve given it a wash. Mum always said that it isn't clean unless I'm willing to kiss its head."
"Haha!" Dudley couldn't hold it there and left in a hurry, his laughter still coming from below the decks.
Dumbfounded at the utter disrespect, Ron sat displeased and angered.
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Dudley looked forward to the Easter Holidays. He had received mail from Edward Hughes about the rising value of his holdings. This time, Dudley wished to finally hire someone as Senior Associate for Real Estate and Senior Associate for Entertainment business.
However, there was still one day left before the holidays began. Right now, he had something far more challenging to deal with—a sudden potion-brewing test from the one and only Professor Snape.
And this time, the man gave him a handicap. Snape forbade him from touching any of the ingredients, the cauldron, and the spoons. Instead, he was paired with someone and had to instruct that person to brew the potion.
It was challenging already. But when he was denied from choosing a partner of his own, it became hellish. Not Susan or Hannah, but instead he was paired with Padma Patil from Ravenclaw, a girl from another house whom he knew very little.
"W-What are you doing, Dudley?"
Dudley ignored Padma's complaints and stood behind her shorter frame, his chest plastered on her back and at times his lower half also squeezed in. But he was less focused on the soft flesh of her behind and more on his arm guiding her arm.
"Snape forbade me to touch the tools, but not the brewer." Dudley declared cheekily and right in front of the entire class full of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, he intimately guided Padma to brew the best potion of her life. "Loosen your body. Let me control it—Just like that."
"Umh…" Padma hummed that bordered a moan. Her weakening stance against Dudley's touch made her knees weak, leaving her supple bottom to push backward against him more often. But where it started as mere 'accidental touches' now it was intentional from her side.
Dudley, with a frown, stirred her arm in calculated steps. He whispered into her ear whenever he needed her to put some ingredients in. But her response time was too slow, and her breath slowly turned hasty. She shrank her dusky neck whenever he tried to speak into her ears.
"The nails now. Put one at a time." Dudley instructed her, ignoring her entire back now completely pressing on his front. He felt her upper back squeeze against his chest and her lower, supple flesh press against his groin. He felt the curving bottom, and especially the crevice between. It made him hot, but he didn't bother.
He didn't care about the side glances from the class. Since Snape wasn't stopping him, he didn't care what they thought. That was the thing about being too fucking rich. Other people's opinions and views towards you don't matter anymore.
Fuck, she's enjoying this at this point. Dudley felt Padma swaying and pressing her hips back on him. As if to feel his thickness better. Girl, you better focus.
"Almost done…" Dudley gripped her arm harder and aimed better. The last few stirs were the most important. "Clockwise, and then anticlockwise but only half the way."
"B-But the book says…"
"The book's for amateurs," Dudley whispered back and squeezed himself harder into her to get a better and firmer hold of her arm. His right hand was busy stirring while with his left hand, he firmly gripped her tight waist to hold her in place.
He'd be lying if he said he felt nothing. The truth was that he was excited by the touch and feeling of her soft bottom. Even more exciting was her reaction, and he was certain she'd allow him to go further if they had the privacy.
Her long, dark hair was done in a singular, attractive plait. It pressed into Dudley's chest, a sensation that felt new to him. Her body he could describe as a pleasant breath of fresh air. She had neither the large bust of Susan nor the fleshy bottom of Hannah. Padma had a more well-rounded overall figure, a nice thin waist, handful breasts from the looks of it, and her ass, he felt it was just enough to let him strike deep when the time came while also earning those claps of flesh.
Ugh, let's not think too much about that. He felt too hard and forced himself to focus. Let's leave the real meal for later.
Considering the public display of 'potion making' as a mere appetizer, he led Padma to finish brewing the potion all the way until she quenched the fire. The boiling bubbles stopped rising eventually, and at last, the potion's color came out as a perfect watery green.
Snape eventually approached his table and checked the potions using various methods. He clearly couldn't drink it since it was called Ageing Potion, a 4th year potion that Dudley was challenged to brew as a third year.
"Not your best work, Dursley." Snape snarkily judged, "Acceptable at best."
By now, Dudley was a master of understanding Snape. Acceptable meant that the potion was as best as it could be. If the man were to say it's good, then it would have meant trouble.
"I tried my best, Professor," Dudley replied.
"Not hard enough."
At that response, Dudley glanced at Padma once and chuckled inside. Damn right, Professor. I can try even harder.
With that, Snape walked away to make some Ravenclaw girls cry. Dudley was the first to finish despite the handicap, so he had all the free time to look around and chat with Padma.
"You're brilliant, Dudley. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Professor Snape hold back from scolding anyone, no matter how flawless their work," Padma praised, more amused by Snape's reaction than the potion it seemed. "Where did you learn to brew like that?"
"Just practice and a little bit of calculations," Dudley replied as he poured the potion into a large vial. It was the school's property, sadly.
Padma hummed and suddenly stepped closer to his side and grabbed his arm near the bicep. "Could you teach me? My family expects me to be good at potions—generations of skill and all that—but honestly, I’m dreadful at it."
That's just an excuse, isn't it? Dudley saw through her tactics. The way she bit her lips while looking at him. He knew she wanted to play around with him. Too bad, it's not that easy.
"Yeah, that sounds great, Padma. But I’m heading home tomorrow, so how about we start the private lessons when I get back?"
"I'd love that."
Maybe I should open up the Room of Requirement after all.
Dudley procrastinated since there was nothing else to do. He watched Hannah and Susan get scolded by Snape for not doing well in brewing the potion. After that, a few cauldrons exploded, and a few just turned acidic. Eventually, the class came to an end.
After that, he went through the charms and Arithmancy class. Although Professor Vector didn't mind his heated gaze and the occasional brushing past her with a free hand, she didn't try anything serious with him again. Too focused on finishing her research, sex was the last thing on her mind.
Just like that, he finished the last day before the start of the holidays. It was just him going home this time as Harry still had lessons to finish with Lupin. Hermione and Ron were also staying back since Harry was.
In fact, most of the schools chose to stay. Even Hannah and Susan stayed back to focus on studying for the oncoming year-end exams.
Dudley was excited to return instead. The exams were secondary, and making money was primary. A wealthy man was more respected than a well-educated man, and that was a fact.
However, before heading back, he wanted to check up on the Room of Requirement. So, near the time of dinner, he waited for the hallways to turn desolate before making his way upstairs. As he climbed the floors and neared the seventh floor, the hallways became empty.
It didn't take long before he arrived near the wall. Then, he thought about a perfect potions lab and walked past it three times.
Instantly, magically, without making a sound, a large door appeared on the wall. He marveled at it and entered, only to marvel more at the potions lab the room had made. It looked like it had all the ingredients needed, but Dudley knew they were like illusions. They wouldn't be effective outside, or be potent.
"I can see it…" he muttered while checking out the tables and the chairs. "A lot of potion-making will be happening here… a lot."
Just for a quick test, he also brewed a potion and made sure it was good for practicing. No matter what, he still wanted to help Padma or whoever wanted to learn from him. Earning respect, adoration, or someone's trust was a slow process. In the long run, he hoped to have folks to rely on.
Being the richest man in the world wasn't going to be easy.
Too bad, I still have D&D and Lily to handle.
Tiredly, he closed up the Room of Requirement and returned to the Great Hall for dinner. It was the last night, so he spent as much time as he could with Hannah and Susan. Of course, it involved a lot of touching and kissing. But no penetration, despite Susan's hunger.
Then he packed his bags and went to the Hogsmeade station first thing in the morning. Barely a dozen students were heading home for the Easter Holiday, so he settled in a random empty cabin and started writing in his diary. It was mostly related to work, the stocks, the companies, and the names he remembered from his past life.
He didn't write anything dangerous, however. Even in the things he wrote, he jumbled things around so they'd appear nonsensical.
"Google is growing faster than I expected." He hummed and added a few suggestions for Google to grow even faster. It was mostly related to acquiring more companies under the umbrella. Of course, it would be his funding that'd help them expand. It was an indirect way for Dudley to possess more of the future behemoth.
After that, Dudley wrote the names of movies he knew were going to be big hits in that year and the coming years. If there was any way to outright own them, he wanted to try that. Creating a media house was no easy task. He needed a distribution network more than a production studio.
The last thing he wanted was to be dependent on major studios to distribute his movies.
After that, he wrote about places where he wanted to buy land. Most of the areas he marked were going to soon see the big boom. Silicon Valley, future tech hubs, future major cities, future headquarters of some major company, and any area of importance.
Moreover, he marked Tokyo, Shanghai, Seoul, and a few other places as spots to explore. Besides, the Asian financial crisis had crashed the prices. It was the best time to invest as corporations and people were desperate to sell.
"I guess I'm already worth a hundred billion based on these guaranteed investments," Dudley muttered to himself. He knew he had a cheat, and that was the reason he didn't feel as fulfilled. But having a shit ton of money was addicting no matter what.
Too lost in his thoughts, Dudley didn't even feel the train finish its journey and arrive at the station. Quickly, he grabbed his luggage and got out of the compartment. The entire station platform was eerily empty. He hadn't informed his family either, so it was just him on his own.
"Since we're in London, let's head to work," he decided and pulled the bag behind.
Already dressed in casual clothes, he stormed straight into the magically enchanted wall to arrive at the King's Cross station.
Woosh!
A quick moment of darkness appeared around him. It was a common procedure he'd been through countless times.
The darkness usually lasted a flicker of a second.
But not this time.
The moment he entered and things went dark, he failed to find himself standing on the other side of the platform.
Woosh!
"Umm…!
And then he felt it.
It wasn't darkness around him.
No, it was a black sack over his head. He felt it strike against his nose, his lips, and his own heated breath making things steamy.
"Who's there?!" Dudley shouted in desperate panic. He couldn't even move his arms and legs. They felt frozen, magically. "Aaagh…"
He felt the sack around his head become tighter. He struggled to breathe.
Kidnapping? Who?
"Let me go! What do you want!?"
"Shhhh… Shhhh... Let's have a talk, Dursley."
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Made-Wan
It's time to make a PMC to protect himself.
