The fifth year had effectively come to an end once the OWLs were over. The very next day, they were supposed to head back home.
But that night, Dudley knew things were about to change. A Dark Lord would fall, giving way to the rise of the Vanguards, officially, openly, and legally. It would mark the day the Ministry would fall into his hands. Of course, nobody would know.
That night, Dudley didn't sleep in the dorms. He went to the Room of Requirement with Susan and Hannah, the two girls he cherished the most in his life. While they weren't truly powerful witches, nor were they influential, he cherished them in personal ways. Without them, life would have been absolutely boring.
"So?" Susan asked as she lazily sat down on the big couch. The Room of Requirement had been turned into a studio apartment-like configuration, with a kitchen counter, a seating area, and a big bed on one side. He'd brought ingredients himself, and as the two girls watched him, he cooked for them.
Dudley Dursley cooks for his girls. The media would slit their throats to get a picture of this.
"What 'so'? I wanted to take my precious gremlins on a little date." Dudley replied and flipped the steak. "Get ready to have your mind blown by my cooking."
"Tsk, I thought we'd be blowing something else." Susan cheekily said.
"Oh, stop being horny all the time," Hannah said with a laugh, giving the redhead a playful smack on the head. "I've never seen Dud cook. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I wish I had a camera."
Dudley chuckled as he watched them get up and walk to his kitchen counter. They'd chosen to wear something different that evening, a pretty, silky, thigh-length, sleeveless negligee, no bra, and he could see those perky, tight tips. He was sure they wore nothing underneath either.
So lucky to have been sorted into Hufflepuff.
"I know that face," Susan mumbled, leaning towards him over the countertop, letting her pale, silken skin show in sinful display, her voluptuous globes an inviting tease. "Something's eating his mind."
"I know," Hannah muttered and leaned as well. "He'll talk soon."
"Is there anything the pair of you ever miss?" Dudley looked at them fondly.
"Nope." Susan chirped and tried to grab some food from the plate to taste.
Dudley smacked her hand away. "Keep your paws away."
"Careful there, this kitty also bites." Susan grinned, a playful sparkle alight in her eyes. "Make that two kitties, actually."
"And I'll wear those scars like my badges of honor."
The two girls giggled and helped him set up their little square table for the date. While alcohol was banned inside Hogwarts, it wasn't hard for Dudley to find. Some Butterbeer and just a bit of Firewhiskey. Three juicy steaks, mashed potatoes, some veggies, and an ice-cream dessert that was still left in the ice box made by the room itself.
With a few candle lights in the middle, it was a lovely dinner. Dudley couldn't stop ogling them, their soft necks, happy faces, and undone hair. It felt peaceful with them around. No boundaries. No need to act a certain way. No need to think.
"Let's eat." Dudley started, cut a piece, and chewed. "Fuck, I've actually done rather well, haven't I?"
Hannah ate some and closed her eyes, just nodding. While they never lacked delicious food at Hogwarts, it was the moment and the dish that made it so special.
"It's…" Susan felt the juicy meat melt in her mouth. "Umm… I had my paper bag ready just in case, but… Merlin's beard! You're good."
"..."
He ended up chuckling and just ate—Susan on his left and Hannah on his right. He actually had some matters to discuss with them. But he chose to wait until the dessert.
Chatting, joking, flirting, and reminiscing about the old days, time went by. In time, their plates became empty, and finally, the cups of ice cream were before them.
"So… I'll be going somewhere early in the morning," Dudley revealed.
"Won't we all?"
"No, I didn't mean home." Dudley looked at their charming faces seriously. "I can't go with you two. The Dark Lord's stirring up something dreadful, and I'm heading there to stop him once and for all. He believes he's taken my Mum, which you know is false. Before you say you're coming with me, don't. This one's mine to face."
"Why?" Susan angrily asked.
"You know, you two mean the world to me. If something were to happen to you… Well, I don't even want to think about it. You understand, don't you? But really, you don't need to worry—I'll keep myself safe. I won't be alone."
With a sigh, Dudley got up and walked over to the large couch and plopped down. Quickly, the two girls snuggled on each of his sides, staring at him like he was about to die.
"What's with that look? You know who I am. I'm Dudley Dursley, and I'm not about to give up, not on myself, and not on the people I care about. I've no intention of dying or letting anyone get hurt. But I've grown into something larger than I ever expected, and with that comes trouble. If I don't face this bastard now, there'll be no peace. He won't stop, he'll keep coming after Mum, and after the two of you."
All of a sudden, Susan and Hannah jumped closer and hugged him from both sides, and kissed his cheeks.
"Don't worry about us."
"We're fine, Dudley. Susan and I won't hold you back."
Dudley's arms wrapped warmly around their waists, holding them close. "You mustn't tell anyone about this, alright? I'll share what I can for now, though not all of it. I'm not weak. If I chose to, I could take control of the magical side of all Europe, dark or light. I know it sounds muddled, but there are things I can't explain yet. The wizarding world believes I'm only good at Arithmancy and hopeless at everything else. Best let them think so. Let them believe I'm weak."
"Well…" Hannah muttered.
Dudley looked at her cute, innocent face, her blonde hair falling in locks over her eyes. Her full lips pursed for a moment.
"I… I don't care about your money, just so you know. You're fun to be with. You genuinely cared about me. You changed me for good. I like you, Dudley, for who you are. I couldn't care less what they say, or what you are," Hannah blurted; it sounded more like a confession. She then inched her lips closer to his. "I'm glad we met."
Hannah shifted onto her knees on the couch, grabbed Dudley's head in both arms like she'd drown without him, and crashed her lips against his. The kiss was wild, with no hesitation, no restraint, just hunger poured into him, rough and greedy, like she'd suddenly lost control. Her tongue plundered his mouth, her teeth grazed his lip, and every ragged breath she pushed into him carried the sharp need.
Dudley's arm cinched tight around her curvy waist, dragging her in until her tits squashed against his chest. His fingers dug into her skin, and his cock stiffened with every second she devoured him. In that moment, he couldn't picture anyone else by his side. No power, no other witches in the world could hold his trust like these two, Susan and Hannah, his girls.
"Hey, what about me? I feel the same, you know!" Susan complained from the side.
She didn't wait for permission. Climbing onto her knees beside him, she seized his face and yanked it away from Hannah's lips, smashing her own against his. Susan's kiss was no less brutal. Hot and messy, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth like she was laying claim to him. She kissed like she owned him, like she'd never let him go.
Dudley groaned into it, letting them have their way with him, his hands slipping lower with wicked intent. He dragged both palms beneath the hems of their little negligees, and there it was. Soft, bare skin, no panties.
His big hands cupped their asses, round and supple, squeezing hard enough to make them both gasp. Hannah's was firm and juicy, Susan's smaller but no less sinful. He clawed into them like a starving beast, spreading their cheeks apart until his fingers slid lower, trailing between hot crevices, finding soft, silky folds already moist with heat. Their pussies were scorching, bare, smooth, and his fingertips brushed their swollen lips like he was testing fruit he'd been dying to taste.
The girls couldn't get enough. In the heat of it, they turned on him together, both mouths attacking at once. Hannah claimed one side of his lips, Susan the other, their tongues fighting for space, prying him open from both ends. It was shameless and filthy, a three-way mess of spit and moans, their breaths hot on his face as they wrestled for his mouth.
All the while, his fingers worked over their needy slits, rubbing, teasing, dragging wetness across their folds. Hannah and Susan ground their hips against his palms like they were riding him, their bodies rolling back and forth, desperate for more.
Dudley's cock throbbed painfully, straining against his trousers, but he held onto his plan. Something unforgettable for today.
"Alright, alright, calm down." Dudley pushed them both away and jumped to his feet before turning to look at them. Their negligee wasn't covering anything, already bunched around their waists, their smooth legs and rosy lower lips were bare. "Nude, now!"
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