"You try to probe my mind first. Then I'll do the same to you." Dudley offered her, folding his arms. Today, he'd unfastened an extra button, making the muscle of his chest slightly visible. He was rather proud of his body now. Folks called him built-like-a-bear, but he considered himself more of a bull.
Hermione nervously gulped and nodded. "I'll start."
Dudley simply smiled while admiring her cute face as her brows crumpled. He beamed, making her blush, a little shy. The softness of her features was gentle and inviting. A face perfectly carved between those bushy, unruly hair that were, to him, the selling points.
Hermione licked her dry lips. For no reason, her face turned red.
That was when Dudley remembered he was supposed to block his thoughts, not announce to her what he was thinking about her face. Sure enough, he'd made her flustered.
Soon, he utilized the things he'd read in the book and practiced over the week. It took him time, as he was still new to it, but as soon as he found Hermione's probing consciousness trying to gaze into his psyche, he blocked it with useless noise. Like an invisible wall that meant nothing.
Hermione felt it. She was caught inside his mind and instantly pulled back.
"Hah… It's tiring." She exhaled audibly. "But you're fast."
Is that sweat on her forehead? Dudley noticed the heated expressions.
"Now it's my turn. Try to block me."
Relaxed, arms folded, expressions serious, Dudley aimed at her mind, eyes locked together. It was far too easy to enter her mind while she was so flustered. And the first thing he found was her surface thoughts. Voices that were ringing inside her head.
Mm… Don't, Hermione. Don't think about it. How can you even think of touching him?
Dudley hid his expression, not wanting to alert Hermione. He wanted to hear her thoughts, all of them. It'd been a week since they started and three days since they began probing each other's thoughts. He was already aware of what she thought of him. But he wanted to know more. Hear more. Her deepest, darkest desires.
He's so… big, and his lips… Wait, can he listen to me? But he's not reacting to it. Maybe I should try to get closer to him and… he wouldn't mind a kiss, would he? It's not like he's dating Susan and Hannah.
Dudley carved a frown on his face, acting as if he were having trouble probing her thoughts. That seemingly bolstered her thoughts.
His chest is so… wide. Would he mind if I touched him there? No, I shouldn't. I wouldn't like guys touching my chest either… but him… I wouldn't mind. Uhhh… what the hell is wrong with me?
Dudley was thoroughly enjoying this. Her conflicted expressions, frowns, and how her lips constantly, likely subconsciously, pressed tight.
I wonder what he thinks of me. Would he even be interested in m—No, I'm not that pretty. Susan is amazing, and she has those… big things, and Hannah is also… I'm just a useless bookworm who constantly nags.
"I think." Dudley abruptly pulled his mental probe back and voiced. "I can't probe into your thoughts, Hermione. Can you try it on me again?"
"Of course!" Hermione chirped, quickly gathering her thoughts.
Once again, Dudley felt her mental probe and gave her a swift reply to her inner turmoil. It was time she realised she was no less a beauty than others.
Quickly, he thought about her face, her perfect small lips, so kissable. He thought about her hair and wondered how combing his fingers through it would feel. He stared at her face intently the whole time, checking her out from top to bottom.
His eyes landed on her neck, and he wondered if kissing her there would feel warm. Then he glanced at the hills on her chest and pondered how she'd respond, what noises she'd make if he were to taste them. Then, he desired to wrap his arms around her slender waist, followed by a glance at her legs. He gulped, visibly, and aroused.
His desire for her reached a peak as he wondered how she'd respond if he asked her to straddle his lap. Would she refuse if he gripped her ass and kissed her like that? How perfect that would be—She's beautiful, so intelligent and so amazing, he thought, which was mostly true.
For a muggle-born girl to exceed her peers who came from generations of wizardry was a feat worthy of awe.
At last, he fought against her mental probe and averted his gaze, breaking the connection. He was still practicing.
Hermione was no longer in a salvageable position, however. She couldn't look straight anymore; her legs were shut tight, squeezed together. Her clasped hands, nervously tight, sat on the closed book on her lap.
"My turn then," he suggested.
Hermione tried to act professional and looked up, pitifully so.
And once Dudley heard her surface thoughts, he understood why.
No, no, no, don't say that. I would love to kiss you and settle on your lap. Touch me anywhere you want, and I'll ask for more—No! What am I doing? I-I'm soaked already. What if he sees it? What if he can smell it! No, he'll hate me.
What's wrong with you, Hermione! So what if he's the greatest muggle-born to ever live? So what if I have a crush on him since I saw him on the train so… Uh, why doesn't he just take me if he wants to kiss… Or maybe not. It'd be an assault. I'm so hopeless.
Dudley realised he might have taken it too far and went a little harder with his mental probe. Right away, the brilliant witch noticed it and reacted to the invasion, scared that he'd hear her thoughts.
"You got me!" Dudley felt her defense and failed to probe further.
"Yeah…" Hermione murmured, never glancing up at him again. She wondered if a fever would strike her soon because of how warm she felt in his company. Having listened to his immoral thoughts almost made her want him to do all that he desired.
But again, she was scared.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?!" She jumped to her feet like a deer caught in headlights. But staring up made it worse as she felt the stickiness between her thighs. Although she'd worn full pantyhose stockings, she could still feel something, some sticky and warm mess down there.
Why? Why did this guy's presence turn her into this mumbling, clueless mess? She asked herself so many times but never found an answer. His eyes were always extremely intelligent, even in a tough situation. She loved staring at them ever since she'd known him. It'd been a silent, distant crush all those years, but now, with the chance to sit alone together for hours, her body had started to react.
"Should we try again?" Dudley ignored her noticeably troubled state and asked.
Hermione exhaled a breath and looked up at his face, no longer sitting back. She stared into his eyes and probed in, only to freeze. His thoughts were so loud, almost screaming, so warm and so… needy.
Her heart almost froze in that moment; her breath caught in her lungs. He just thought about his erection and how her slender legs made him a little lustful, although he was ashamed of such thoughts. She realized how much he wanted to hold her and really just… just squeeze her in his big arms.
And then, she felt the connection break. Dudley stopped her from probing further in.
"Dudley… I-I'm sorry."
Dudley frowned as he looked up at her blushing face. "For what?"
Thud!
The next thing Dudley knew, Hermione had thrown herself at him like a wild cat. She swatted away the book resting on his lap and actually jumped down on his lap, her beautiful, soft, and slender legs spread apart, her round bottom weighing on his semi-erect shaft.
Her lithe arms wrapped around his neck, and her lips fell on his.
"Ummmh…" Hermione seemingly moaned in exhale, cluelessly kissing, perhaps her first ever. She just rubbed her closed lips on his and kept smashing them together.
Dudley was slightly surprised. Of course, he'd been interested in Hermione for a while, but he never wanted to take things too fast. He'd always acted in control, giving her compliments, helping her study, and giving her rare physical touches.
He just never imagined she had this much courage. Once again, the Sorting Hat was right. Hermione was too damned courageous to fight embarrassment and follow her desire.
"Dudley?" Hermione suddenly pulled her face back, her eyes almost watery, panicky even, so wide open. She gulped and looked down at his face, already feeling something big underneath her bottom. "A-Are you angry?"
He shook his head. Those bushy hairs did fit her well, he thought.
"Then… C-Can I kiss you more?"
He just gave a nod.
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