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The next day, Dudley went out to find Harry. After asking around, he eventually found the poor guy by the lake with Neville. As already expected, most of Hogwarts was keen on vilifying Harry. Even the Griffyndors were in on it.
"How did you do it?" Dudley approached Harry, looking angry. "How did you fool the Goblet?"
"What? I didn't." Harry quickly got to his feet. "I swea—"
Bam!
Dudley suddenly pushed Harry back into the tree and pressed his forearm on Harry's chest. "Just tell me, Harry. What did you do?"
"Nothing!" Harry shouted back.
"Hah." Dudley suddenly chuckled and released Harry. "Alright then."
"..."
Speechless, Harry frowned at his cousin. "You believe me?"
"Of course, I do. I was just messing with you. I knew it right when your name was called. I guess the Dark Lord is once again plotting something." Dudley said and relaxed beside Harry. "Better be careful."
"I thought so too," Harry replied dejectedly.
"Well, it's not exactly surprising, is it?" Dudley said, glancing at Harry. "You've been up against You-Know-Who since the first year. Might as well accept it's just how things are for you." He turned to Neville with a small shrug. "You might even win the tournament. Stranger things have happened."
"I couldn't care less about this tournament. I never wanted to be part of it. A fourth-year like me, pitted against seventh-years? Winning is a dream, and survival... well, that's a question I'd rather not answer."
Dudley let out a small chuckle and gave his shoulder a firm pat. "Well then, best stop moping and start getting ready. Give your broom a proper cleaning and work on that summoning spell—it'll do you good."
"Wait, you know about the first task?"
"I do, but don't worry. You'll hear all about it soon enough." Dudley gave Neville a quick wave before turning to go. "Good luck, Harry."
Just as he was leaving, he saw Ron, Hermione, and Ginny walking his way.
"What are you doing here?" Ron snarled.
Dudley sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Just discussing how the Dark Lord might be planning on using this tournament to kill him."
"What?" Ron froze, brows high and jaw low. He looked towards Harry in the back and then back at Dudley. "T-That… Is that true?"
"Makes the most sense." Dudley shrugged and walked past them. "See you all at the dinner."
Thank me later, Harry.
With hours left before dinner, Dudley walked back to the school and then entered the Arithmancy classroom to continue his practical training on the research that he and Professor Vector had finished. It wasn't an easy thing to do as the calculations were large enough to take over entire blackboards, and he was supposed to do them mentally before casting a spell.
He needed to get used to it. Get faster and create shortcuts through those formulas. When casting a spell, everything matters. The hand movement, the angle of the wrist, the angle of the wand, the air temperature, the wind, the tone of voice. For now, he chose to only focus on physical characteristics and ignored the environmental aspects as they changed a lot.
Arithmancy was a subject that allowed one to predict things with magic. Unlike divination, this worked differently. Arithmancy was accurate if one had the right calculations. Which meant that one knew the outcome before an action. It was technically foresight, but wizards still called it divination.
Let's keep up with the easier spells. Incendio sounds best.
He focused on the 1st year spell that was used to make fire. He had struggled with those spells a lot back in the day, and even now, his flames weren't that big.
Creak!
"Hah." Dudley chuckled, and without even looking back at the door, he addressed the one spying on him. "It's not very polite to sneak around behind people's backs, Ms. Brown."
With a giggle, the door to the classroom fully opened, and Lavender Brown walked in, her honey-blonde hair like a waterfall on her back. Still, in her summer school uniform, she walked sultrily with a purpose. Her deep blue eyes stared at Dudley with intent that she did nothing to hide.
"So you knew all along."
Dudley closed the book and finally turned to look back. Eying her from head to toe, he admired her for a moment. She was decently tall, probably five and a half, her waist was slim while the curves leading up and down inspired imagination. She was by no means the prettiest of witches, but definitely among the hottest with that body.
"Come on, Ms. Brown. Not much of a spy, are you? Strolling about looking that stunning."
He had modified the classroom a little. Except for the teacher's table and chair at one end of the classroom, he had moved all the desks aside to the wall so he had enough space in the middle to practice his spells.
So, as he rested his back against the table, arms crossed, he had Lavender standing in the middle of the empty classroom looking like a fairy on a display.
"Heh, Parvati's sister let slip that you've got quite the talent with that mouth of yours. Turns out, she wasn't exaggerating."
"I reckon I do," Dudley said with a small grin. "You're not the first to mention it."
Lavender giggled and stepped even closer to Dudley, stopping an arm's length away. With Dudley slightly over six feet, she glanced up at his face with confidence and then looked down at him, somewhere around his waist. "Lavender… Just Lavender is fine."
"Alright, Lav." Dudley shortened her name even more. "What can I do for you?"
"Can I join this training session of yours?"
Dudley leaned slightly forward as if teasing her. "Really? You've been sneaking about after me for three whole weeks just for that? It's hard to be convinced, I'm afraid."
Lavender's lips curled into a playful pout as she leaned in, her voice a soft purr. "Mmm… if you need convincing, I have some delightful ways to help."
What got into her? I don't even know her that much.
"And what type of training session do you want?" he inquired, undeniably hard by now.
"Something along the lines of…" She grinned. "Padma's potions sessions?"
That witch. She couldn't hold it in after all. Dudley didn't hold any grudge against the Indian Witch. Rather, this seemed like a blessing.
Dudley leaned forward, his fingers catching Lavender's chin with a teasing pinch. Her breath hitched, a shiver visibly racing through her as though his touch had sparked something under her skin.
His gaze, dark with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, lingered on her lips.
"Really? I thought girls preferred Harry. He's the school crush, isn't he?"
"Oh, he's the dream boy alright, even with the damaged reputation after the Triwizard thing. But you… rich, handsome, tall, smart, and…" Her gaze flickered downward, lips curling into a playful smile. "Pretty big… I prefer that."
"Are you sure, Lav? I can be a little feral at times."
Lavender's smirk widened, a spark of challenge lighting her eyes as she stepped closer and reached for his loins. Her fingers found his hardened length without hesitation, rubbing over the straining fabric with deliberate slowness. The heat of her palm bled through the thin barrier of his trousers, and her giggle, soft and teasing, sent a pulse of thirst straight to his core.
"Oh? Threatening a Gryffindor with an adventure?" She purred, leaning close enough that her breath glided against his cheek.
Dudley tilted her chin upward, his thumb grazing her jaw as his other arm coiled around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her breasts, soft and full, pressed into his chest, and the faint friction of fabric against fabric sent a low pulse of heat straight to his erection.
God, she feels good.
Slender yet perfectly curvy, her body was practically begging to be explored. The faint scent of her perfume clung to her skin, sweet, with a hint of spice, making his pulse thump harder. He could feel her breath quicken, shallow and warm, anticipation oozing through every inch of her.
"In that case…" His smirk curled slowly and wickedly as he released her chin. "Welcome to Professor Dursley's class, Miss Lavender Brown."
Without breaking eye contact, Dudley reached and drew out his wand. He flicked it toward the classroom door; once, twice, three times. He was rubbish at charms, always had been, but after a few stubborn sparks, the door lock clicked with a final, satisfying snap.
Privacy secured.
After placing his wand recklessly on the table, his hands dropped behind her, fingers trailing down the curve of her back before claiming the firm swell of her ass over the pleated Hogwarts skirt. He squeezed firmly, fingers spreading over the round, supple flesh beneath the thin fabric. His palms kneaded the soft flesh, gripping her like he owned her.
Warm, supple, and perfect under his hands. His thumbs traced the hem of her skirt, just teasing the bare skin of her upper thighs.
Lavender's breath hitched, her fingers curling into his shirt as her cheeks flushed with heat. She looked up at him through thick lashes, eyes tinged with something greedy and wild. "Umm… Teach me… well… Professor."
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