Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

He froze for half a breath, stunned by the softness pressed to him. Her full, heaving breasts crushed against his bare chest like warm, pillowy cushions, her body pressing with a desperation that melted into desire.

She was wrapped in tight blue jeans that hugged her hips like sin, and a white tee stretched taut over her chest, fighting to contain the heavy weight of her breasts. Over it, an unbuttoned red checkered shirt hung loose, but not hiding a damn thing.

Her body heat bled into him. She was volcanic.

Dudley's hands almost moved on their own, trailing from her waist to her hips, then down, landing on the thick swell of her ass. Good God.

She was solid yet soft in all the right ways. His fingers spread, squeezing deep into her ass. They felt like they were sculpted for his hands, like he'd touched her a thousand times in his dreams.

But Lily did all the work. Her mouth parted, her tongue pressed against the seam of his lips, insistent. And he let her in.

She swept in like a storm, swirling inside him. Her tongue licked, teased, danced. Her kiss was greedy, wet, and deep. She moaned against his mouth, tilting her head and pivoting her face to kiss him harder. Her lips molded to his like they belonged there, her tongue curling over his as she sucked on his mouth. Every taste of her felt stolen, dangerous.

Dudley couldn't hold back anymore. He kissed her back. Harder. Deeper.

He mashed his face into hers, his mouth devouring her, his hands gripping her round ass, pulling her against him until she was flush with the tent straining beneath his towel. The thick outline of his cock throbbed against her belly. He knew she felt it, and he knew she wasn't complaining.

She arched her back and moaned into his kiss, her breasts mashing even tighter to his chest.

But even now, through the haze of lust, Dudley held the reins. He wasn't a teenager about to blow his load from a kiss. He was achingly hard, but not mindlessly stupid.

Spit still clung to their lips, they stopped kissing yet still held each other in their arms. Honestly, Dudley couldn't stop fondling her ass. Heck, every part of her body was perfectly soft and hot, literal curves to die for.

"What was that for?" he asked, seeing her lips glistening. Her scent was something else as well.

Lily smiled warmly and leaned in to kiss his cheeks. "For everything, Dudley. Harry is safe, and we have proof of the Dark Lord's return. If not for you…"

"Is this…" He showed hesitation in his voice. "Is this a gift because of what I did?"

"No, this is because I wanted to," Lily replied instantly. "I really did, Dudley. I still stand by what I said that evening."

And yet I can't bring myself to believe you. You're not an easy woman, not at all.

That didn't mean he wouldn't have his fun. He gripped her fantastic ass again, massaging the supple flesh in wide palms. "I didn't do much."

"You did more than enough," Lily replied, her face somewhat flushed.

As a moment of silence fell, Dudley felt awkward to still grip her ass. He begrudgingly released her and stepped away from her embrace, fastening his towel again as his throbbing hard cock did its best to set free. He felt Lily's eyes on his loins and genuinely, it started to feel tough to know if she really wanted him or if it was yet another tactic.

"Where…" He quickly grabbed a T-shirt from the cupboard. "Where's Harry?"

Lily was busy fixing her shirt, blushing. "He's packing his luggage. He plans to spend some days at the Burrow… I… will be alone for the next whole week."

Hah! I saw that. But no, not on your terms.

Dudley controlled his urges. He didn't trust Lily fully, not when she seemed so easy. And if he was going to cross that line, then he wanted that on his terms. Not at her pleasure, at her time, and at her place. He held the key she desired, and it was his choice to decide when and where he shared it.

"Really? It'll probably be pretty lonely. You can come over and cook or maybe go shopping with Mum?"

"I will and…" Lily lowered her voice but was still audible. "You can also come over sometime for some… coffee?"

Being direct now?

"Sure, I'll come by sometime."

As awkward silence intensified, Lily stepped backward towards the door. "Then, I'll see you downstairs. Petunia invited me and Harry over. They're probably done filming by now."

"I'll see you later."

Thud!

As the door closed, Dudley let out a deep breath and looked down at the tent in the towel. He knew where the inevitable was leading him. But he wanted to be in control.

Soon… But let's not rush.

Tasting Lily's lipstick in his mouth, he wore some comfortable, loose track pants and went downstairs. As expected, Princess Diana didn't have too much time. The filming crew was already in the process of packing their final equipment.

It's getting annoying now.

He wanted to return home for peace. But he didn't feel that at all.

I should try buying the entire neighborhood and make it private land. Yeah, let's put Edwin on it.

Following that, he had a hearty dinner with Petunia, Lily, and Harry. Harry invited him to the Burrow, and while he was interested in the Weasleys, he had to decline. With the D&D Bank's opening, he didn't have time to spare. Not for a week, at least.

Later that night, as the Potters left, he received a lot of side glances from Lily. She hugged him to say goodbye and exhaled warmly into his ears while saying nothing. He knew what she wanted, as Harry was leaving.

But he just waved and locked the door. He watched a movie with Petunia that evening and then went to sleep in his room.

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Three Days Later,

Cillian Manson was just an ordinary Half-Blood wizard living in the UK. He worked for a magical ink company, a really nasty job for his taste but it paid decently. For a few days now he'd been a subscriber of the Daily Prophet, following the events related to the Dark Lord. He was honestly scared.

But also, he saw a strange ad. An ad about a new bank opening right in Diagon Alley. It was called D&D Bank, owned by the richest wizard in the country, and possibly the richest Muggle in the world as well. He knew who Dudley was, being involved with the Muggle side as well.

Yet, it wasn't the owner that attracted him. It was the terms and the promises written in the ad. They were too good to be true. So, like many others, he couldn't help himself. He finished his shift early and rushed to Diagon Alley, now a much bigger and more beautiful market ever since Dudley Dursley bought most of it.

"Excuse me, I have some questions." He awkwardly entered the grand entrance of the bank. It looked as if it was gilded in gold, the D&D BANK written in bold capital letters above the entrance. Two mean-looking six-foot-plus men stood guard at the entrance.

But then, a beautiful woman dressed in robes with a golden D&D Logo on her chest greeted him. She guided him inside through the grand lobby with dozens of human tellers, working hard with piles of gold sitting on their tables.

He was taken to a private cabin where a table and chair were kept. He sat on one side, the beautiful woman sat on the other side. In moments, a man came with a hot cup of tea and also water if he needed it.

Automatically, his mind drew parallels with the treatment he received at Gringotts. The difference was like heaven and earth.

"I… I…" He felt nervous. "I'm interested in opening an account but I have a question. Are you really going to pay me if I keep my money in your bank?"

"Of course, Sir. It's called interest. Imagine it this way. Is the value of gold, silver, and copper the same today as it was ten years ago?"

"No, the value has increased."

"Exactly. Tell me then, why ought your galleons lie idle when they could be working magic of their own? With our partner investment program, the bank offers a charming return—three to six percent annually. Ten thousand galleons in, and you're looking at a yearly gain of three to six hundred." She explained and then went on to tell him more. About the founder's dream, and the prowess. A win-win system with insurance over the money stored in the bank.

In the end, Cillian walked out of the bank two hours later with documents in his hand. He couldn't afford a full vault, but he'd opened an account and right away stored his lifetime savings of fifteen hundred Galleons.

It still felt unbelievable. But he had the papers as proof.

"T-This…" As he was walking through Diagon Alley, he looked at the weirdly shaped entrance of Gringotts and sneered. "You bastards are fucked."

And they were fucked indeed. Once the Daily Prophet printed the names of the large clients of D&D Bank, others followed. The Black Family, Potter Family, Dumbledore Family, McGonagall family, Greengrass family, Zabini family—As soon as the big names were made public, all the fence sitter pureblood families joined D&D Bank, bringing their entire vaults over to D&D Bank.

It was a bank run for Goblins and a reverse for Dudley. In just a few days, he saw D&D Bank soar. Once word reached Europe, a similar scene happened in France, where Nicolas Flamel led the movement. The Delacours also aided. When France and the UK both were doing it, the rest just copied. Germany, Spain, and slowly the dominos fell. Sure, the momentum wasn't as strong as in the UK, but it was enough to be called considerable.

Gringotts got truly, absolutely fucked. Even in the United States, Dudley was popular thanks to his recent hiring drives where he right away gave employment to 30,000 wizards. It was a significant number for wizards, whose population was far lower compared to Muggles. Also, Dudley automatically created salary accounts at D&D Bank for all the wizards he hired.

Two days later, the Daily Prophet wrote a front-page article, titled "Dudley Dursley, The Man Gilded In Gold".

If there were people before who didn't know him; They did now.

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