Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

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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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