"Ahaha…" Dudley quickly put his hand to her mouth, sweat on his temples. While many knew he was something of a manwhore, he never wanted to say it out loud. "Let's discuss that later, Luna. Go on, train."
Finally, Dudley moved to Ginny. The tall, freckled, petite redhead was very focused. Her face was blushing, her breath rough, her flaming red hair silky and long behind her back.
"How's it going?"
"Hey, Big D." Ginny gave a cheeky wave, though the glint in her smirk made it clear her use of the nickname wasn't at all like Harry's. "I'm decent enough. But I wouldn't mind a hand."
Dudley chuckled. Now that they'd already touched each other improperly during the break, it seemed Ginny wasn't nervous anymore. She was even flirting.
"My hand? Where do you want it?"
Ginny grinned and stepped closer to his side before whispering. "Take a guess."
Dudley acted like he was thinking for a while. "Somewhere soft, wet, and warm? Well, I suppose I can also get my wand polished."
Ginny giggled and looked around. She licked her lips subtly. "Got anything to teach me?"
"A lot, actually," Dudley replied. "Might be painful though."
"I like challenges."
"What if you quit halfway?" Dudley asked back as he looked at her from top to bottom. She was as tall as Hermione, but very petite. In that Hogwarts uniform, just a white shirt and her skirt, thigh-high stockings, he could see the shape of her hips. They were pert and firm. Her breasts were less than a handful.
Ginny smugly looked up at his face. "So it's a bet?"
"If you're brave enough."
"Oh, teasing a Gryffindor, are you? Fine then, how about this: if I win, you owe me three favours. Don't bother asking what they'll be, because I've no idea yet. But when the time comes, I'll collect, and you won't get to wriggle out of it."
"Well, so long as it's nothing dodgy, I'm in. But—if I win." Dudley ran his tongue over his lips, his gaze fixed on her freckled face, meeting the fire in her brown eyes. "You'll come on a fortnight's holiday with me, and I call every shot. You don't get to refuse."
"So it's a win-win for me, then? Merlin, I might just lose on purpose," Ginny quipped, eyes glinting.
She's more fun than I expected.
Dudley couldn't help but like her responses.
Clap! Clap!
"I think that's enough for tonight." Harry clapped his hands in the distance. "Let's return to our dorms."
"Big D," Ginny muttered. "Play along. Act like you're teaching me."
Dudley did just that. As Ginny raised her wand hand and tried to aim, Dudley started fixing her wand. He actually did it, using his practice to help her make the position efficient.
Slowly, the entire room started to empty. In the end, only Dudley, Ginny, Harry, and Cho were left. Cho was waiting at the door while Harry approached them.
"Big D, Ginny, you should head back."
"Just a little more… Harry," Ginny muttered, focusing, not even looking. "Dudley's great at this."
Dudley looked at Harry. "Don't worry, Harry. We'll head to our rooms after this. You can go. Oh, by the way."
Dudley moved away from Ginny and pulled Harry to the side. "Can I borrow your Invisibility Cloak?"
"Sure, Big D," Harry agreed instantly. It wasn't his first time. "When do you want it?"
Dudley looked back at Ginny, her lovely, pert hips waiting for him. "In the morning, if that's alright."
"Sure, I'll bring it to the Great Hall with me."
After that, Harry was on his way out. It couldn't be helped. Harry and Dudley did go way back. In a way, Dudley was like Harry's elder brother. At least that was the dynamic between them since Dudley spoke against his parents for Harry.
Thanks to that, Harry didn't care if Dudley stayed behind in the Room of Requirements. The thought that Dudley might do something to Ginny didn't cross his mind. Not that he couldn't. He was just too busy and empty-headed when Cho was around.
"So?" Ginny stopped acting and looked at Dudley, her eyes big and full of heated intent.
"Well… Since it's a bet." Dudley walked up to her, heavy on his steps. He didn't stop until her chest was flat against his lower chest, and her forehead was near his chin.
"Oh!"
Ginny yelped when he roughly rounded an arm around her slender waist. The other hand moved and caressed her cheek, as if feeling her freckles.
"How about this. Whoever comes first loses." Dudley proposed, his hand moving over her face, sliding sideways, curving over her ear, and sinking into her red hair.
"Deal—Mmmh!"
Dudley suddenly tugged on her red locks and tilted her face upwards. His face leaned down, an inch of space left between their lips. He saw the shadow of himself in her eyes. "Mind if I'm a little rough?"
"I… don't know how rough I can handle."
"Alright then, let's have a safe word, yeah? Just in case I get a bit carried away. Though I won't go that rough, can't break the slim, pretty doll now." Dudley cheekily said and went even closer, almost touching her lips. "Let's say… 'Cheese Burst'. Shout that if I'm too much."
"Sounds perfec—ummmm~"
Dudley did as he warned. He kissed her roughly. He really felt like doing it. It was Ginny's personality that made him want to. She was straightforward, knew what she wanted, and didn't shy away from a challenge. And he wanted to make it challenging for her.
Ginny whimpered against him, muffled, trying to hold her ground as she kissed back with fire. She pushed her little tongue forward, tried to slip it into his mouth, tried to fight him for control, but Dudley didn't give an inch. He shoved her backward step by step, crowding her petite frame with his sheer bulk, each advance a press of chest to chest, hips to hips.
Her fingers clawed up his neck and into his hair, nails grazing his scalp as her breath mingled hotly with his. Their tongues tangled, a wet, messy battle of wills, and when she groaned into his mouth, it only spurred him to kiss her harder, rougher, until her lips felt swollen and raw under his.
Thud!
"Ah!"
Ginny felt something behind her.
"Let's taste your other lips now." Dudley blurted and took out his wand. He waved it at the Mechanical Death Eater behind her. The puppet moved instantly and lifted Ginny up before she could react.
"What the… fuck!" Ginny yelped, hoisted off the ground like that, so exposed and embarrassing. The puppet had its mechanical arms under her knees, spreading her legs wide as if offering her to its master. Her back was reclined towards the puppet's chest. Her uniform skirt was hiked up, her creamy pale thighs and her white panties were left visible.
"Ummm… beautiful." Dudley admired her pale, slender, long legs. They screamed athletic. "Too many clothes."
Putting away his wand, Dudley walked close. The puppet was at a perfect height, high enough that he could reach her everywhere. He swiftly grabbed her shirt from the middle and pulled roughly, shattering all the buttons like a beast.
"Cute."
She wore no bra; she didn't need to. But she wasn't flat-chested. Her freckled tits were pretty, less than a handful, soft, with tight nipples the shade of dark red. Her belly was as flat as he expected. She didn't have curves to speak of, but whatever was there, it made him hard.
"Now…"
Dudley rolled her skirt up around her waist and then gripped her white panties.
Rip!
He rippled them while maintaining eye contact with Ginny, as if challenging her to accept her defeat. But Ginny, she only stared with a smug look.
"Mmmm… I expected this, but… this exceeds my expectations." Dudley gulped. With the bridge of her panties torn, he got to see her lower lips. Glossy, rosy, his mouth watered.
Her cunt was flawless. The torn panties framed her perfectly, exposing her slit like a gift. Puffy, plump lips flushed pink and glossy with arousal, a faint gleam of wetness glittering along the seam. The delicate hood of her clit peeked out, twitching. A trickle of honey already clung to her inner thigh, and the sweet, musky scent of her need hit his nose like fire. She was perfect.
"I never thought I'd say this, but… time to taste a Weasley."
"Hehe…"
Dudley dropped to his knees in front of her. From that angle, her cunt hovered right before his face, spread wide by her long, nimble legs. He stared for a second, taking in the sinful view, before leaning closer.
"Wait!" Ginny exclaimed and waited for him to look up. When he finally did, she smirked. "Won't say 'thank you for the meal'?"
"..."
"Pffft!"
Dudley laughed genuinely. Shaking his head, he brought his face closer. "Bon appétit."
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