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"This is… Merlin's beard!" Sirius was wide-eyed by the taste. "I've never eaten something like this."
"Welcome to Chinese cuisine," Dudley replied and ate in a relaxed manner. The restaurant was big and had multiple menus. Since the owner was supposed to be Chinese, the menu also had Chinese food on it.
Sirius devoured the rice and the noodles, then went for the meat, all seasoned with spice, but just enough for a British wizard to handle. Dudley ate the more spicy version, being more accustomed to the food.
"Mm… well, I suppose I've found a decent grave for all that rotting gold," Sirius muttered, unbothered by the meal price. "By the way, great job fucking over the Malfoys. Bloody brilliant! Not a sickle left to those pompous gits."
Not done fucking them over but alright.
Dudley chuckled and sipped some Moutai, curious now. As far as he knew, nobody knew what he did to Lucius' wealth. "Is that what this is about then? Bit odd, seeing as we haven't exactly been mates since… well, you know. That stunt you pulled last time."
"Oh, come on—I was only trying to help Lily. Even moved my entire bloody Gringotts vault to your bank—gesture of goodwill and all that," Sirius replied, not even looking at Dudley, just eating whatever new thing interested him. "But… yeah. I was a bit off my rocker. Sorry for the whole kidnapping fiasco."
"Apology accepted."
"Bloody hell, you sound like an old man. Well, that's better, I guess. Listen—I despise the Malfoys as much as you do. That arrogant little git? Flay him for all I care. But…" Sirius gave Dudley a hard, steady look. "Do me a favor. Meet my cousin. I'm not saying give her anything. Keep it, sell it, toss it in the Thames. But she came to me crying, saying she couldn't afford food. She's been pawning her own jewelry just to get by."
She did that? Sounds like desperation. Dudley mused over it. He didn't expect Narcissa would reach out to Sirius.
But the bigger question was.
Why does she think Sirius can sway me?
"What's in it for me? You don't think I'd listen to my kidnapper once and merrily follow orders? I'm a man of business. My time has value. Why should I meet a broke woman?"
"Ha! 'Broke woman'—you must call her that to her face," Sirius chortled, then smirked. "Anyway, I didn't come empty-handed. I've got a few well-heeled contacts here and across the continent. They're eager to earn some clever interests off their coin."
Dudley's back straightened at that, and his arms folded on the table. "How much are we talking?"
"At least ten million Galleons worth."
Half a billion dollars worth? Not a lot, but decent.
"Alright then, it's a deal." Dudley shook Sirius' hand. "Can't make any promises, mind you. The best I can do is sort Narcissa out with an entry-level job if she's serious about earning. About time she learns what it takes to make an honest living."
Of course, he omitted the other offer. A much sinister one. It wouldn't make her rich, but it would allow her to look rich and stand with pride. Of course, for that, she'd have to give up her pride first. But what mattered to Dudley the most was tormenting Lucius.
His hatred for that man was yet to fade. He had yet to take away the last treasure held dear by Lucius, his proud trophy wife.
"Honest living? A Malfoy? I like the sound of that."
Even Sirius didn't care much. Doing the least he could do because Narcissa begged.
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Next day,
"There's my favorite boss!"
As always, Tonks walked into his London office room, proud, her tits made big because she loved teasing him and making him hard. And her favorite chair, she just walked around and plopped down on his lap, sideways.
Dudley was used to her antics and even liked them. Who doesn't like a beauty's plump bottom caressing his cock. Though, he didn't have the time to engage in other things with her that day.
"I don't remember having a meeting scheduled with you today," Dudley said.
Tonks glared at him, knowing he was teasing. "I need an appointment to meet you. Really? You sure about that? Because I can feel it—getting rather hard…"
"Not today, Tonks. I'm busy."
"When aren't you busy, love? Anyway, I popped over to invite you. Mum and Dad want to feed you dinner. I say you should come—so I can have a little nibble myself." She grinned wickedly. "Oh, and by the way, that Umbridge woman's your new DADA professor."
She is? Well, I guess I'll make her life a living hell this year.
Dudley luxuriously palmed her large, supple breasts, covered in her coat. He just caressed them, fondled them. "And? I know you came to tell me more."
"More like ask. Ministry's a right mess. Shouldn't we be doing something? You've got nearly a thousand wands waiting on your word," Tonks asked eagerly, worry in her voice.
Dudley smirked at that, and his hand went over to feel her soft neck. She had made her hair green that day, and a little longer, reaching her shoulders. She looked lovely as always. "You know, a real bastard once said, chaos is a ladder. I fully agree."
"What do you mean?"
"What I'm saying is, how do you win when you're not even in the running? And since there's no race, we'll have to create one. The Ministry will crumble, and their defenses will falter. The Dark Lord will rise, no question. Then the light side will be struggling, desperate for help. By then, we'll have the numbers to take over Europe—not just the Ministry. In their desperation, we'll offer aid, but it won't be free. We'll insist on concessions: gold, land, and formal recognition of Vanguard Group as a private security company."
Tonks understood his idea well. Vanguard Group was a private army currently. An illegal wizard militia. But she worried for lives. "What if people die?"
"There'll be casualties, Tonks—there's no avoiding that. But if we act too soon, we risk being feared more than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The Minister's already on edge—and rightly so. I've got enough force to cause havoc from here to Moscow. That's exactly why we've got to make sure we look like the good guys."
Silence fell between them. Tonks didn't doubt him, but she worried for people. Her own family. The Dark Lord's rise meant danger for muggleborns.
Knock! Knock!
"Ah! I should go now."
Pop!
Tonks just jumped from his lap and apparated away, being the only one allowed to do that from his office. Right then, the door to his office opened and his secretary, Martha peeked inside.
"Sir, that blonde woman is here again."
Damn, gotta give it to her. She's determined. Visiting twenty days in a row. Or is it twenty-one?
Surprising Martha, Dudley nodded. "Let her in, and bring me a cup of coffee—just for me."
"Understood!"
Moments later, the doorknob turned. The door creaked open and a woman walked in, unaware it was no office but a lion's den. The only way was in, no way out.
Disappointing. Dudley realized she was dressed a little too modestly. Well, she usually dressed like that, but he was expecting to see some skin. She wasn't even trying to charm him.
Nonetheless, he was mesmerized. Regardless of her shitty mindset, Narcissa was a beauty in every possible way. Regal, noble, a pure delight to look at. As she walked in, her heeled boots didn't even register on the floor. Her pale, porcelain face was caught in the off-white light of his office, making her glow.
Her dress, a padded, silk gown, hugged her narrow waist, curved finely over her noticeable bust, sadly no cleavage to see as the collar was high. But below, the gown flowed over hips made to be worshiped. Not a lot, not too little, just enough curve to match her height.
"Mr. Dursley." Her long legs moved with feline grace until she stood somewhere in the center of the room, near his large, wooden executive desk. Her blonde hair was tied into a flawless bun, exposing a swanlike neck and a face sculpted—high cheekbones, dark-lashed eyes, and lips just perfect, red, and appetizing.
Lucius, you lucky man. Rather than spending days and nights buried balls deep in this goddess, you went out murdering and sucking Voldemort's cock—Ugh, shouldn't have imagined that.
Feeling her ice-blue eyes focused on him, he nodded and gestured towards a chair. "Have a seat, Mrs. Malfoy."
Stiffly, Narcissa glided closer and sat down like a new graduate on her first job interview. She said nothing and waited for him to start. She clearly understood the power dynamics between them. She was nothing, and he had everything she needed.
Knock! Knock!
"Sir, your coffee." Martha walked in right then and gave Dudley a small cup of coffee.
Once his secretary was gone, he grabbed the cup. "Would you like some coffee, Mrs. Malfoy?"
"No, thank you for asking, Mr. Dursley."
No reaction? Probably forgot how to smile, I guess. I did make you dirt poor overnight.
"So, what can I do for you?" He sipped coffee, acting uninterested in her. He couldn't help it. Tonks left him hard, and looking at Narcissa's face made it worse. Her face alone was enough to make him keen on exploring her more.
But it was a slow game. Narcissa wasn't an easy woman. And to inflict maximum damage on Lucius, he wanted her willing and accepting.
"I… I read the contract my husband signed. I was hoping to discuss the term—"
"What contract?" Dudley said coolly, interrupting. "Last I checked, everything tied to Malfoy's name was settled. The clauses were followed in the letter. He's no longer my concern."
Finally, Narcissa showed emotions. Her icy blue eyes flickered, as if watery in desperation. Her chest moved in harsher breaths. But her response remained soft and measured. "Mr. Dursley, I'm aware of the troubles my husband caused yo—"
"Troubles? He fucking murdered my father!" Dudley roared back at her, making her flinch. His anger was genuine. "Because your bloody son couldn't digest losing a bet. So your husband—oh-so-honourable Death Eater—took revenge. At a stadium crawling with his lot. Spare me the drama, Mrs. Malfoy. I've broken no laws, and I don't parley with people like you. Go home and get used to irrelevance."
Narcissa had no wand, and she felt a little worried. Her heart shook, her worst fears coming to fruition. The bad blood went deeper than she knew. She was aware of it from the beginning, however. Lucius did kill Dudley's father.
"I… I apologize for…"
"Apologies don't bring the dead back, Mrs. Malfoy."
Her eyes genuinely watered up. The desperation she felt over the last twenty days started to pour out. All doors were closed to her face. All helping hands laying out vile conditions. Her name, her son's name, was ruined by the tag of Death Eater. She had no money left, and there wasn't a lot she had in her name that she could sell.
Her future. Her son's future. It was all bleak.
"W-What…" Her soft lips quivered. She couldn't bring herself to look up at his face. "What do you want from us?"
"Nothing. I already have what I want. Besides…" He waited until she was looking at him, and then he eyed her chest for a flickering moment, so quickly that it was barely a hint. He then looked back at her face. "You have nothing to give me—Nothing to barter. We're done."
Her hands shaking, having never been treated like that in her entire life before, Narcissa stood up slowly. She felt weak as if dementors had sucked out her soul. She gulped and swallowed the harsh words and insults she wanted to pour out.
"Thank you for your time."
She turned around and started leaving. But she felt his gaze hard on her. She believed he was ridiculing her, shaming her, feeling powerful over her misery. Unaware in truth, where he was actually looking.
"Oh, and one more piece of advice, Mrs. Malfoy. If you so much as meet a Death Eater or try to join the Dark Lord's ranks, I'll make sure you regret it bitterly. Draco, in particular—he was complicit in my father's murder. I remember all too well how he mocked my father's death and laughed at my face."
Narcissa's shoulders sagged. She didn't know about that incident. She wasn't aware that her son had gone out of his way to make an enemy out of the richest wizard in the country. The wizard who now sat on everything the Malfoys ever owned.
"Three days, not a minute more. Clear out the manor by then, or I'll have wizards drag you both out."
Thud!
Narcissa almost shivered when she closed the door behind her.
Dudley saw those last moments and felt satisfied. The meeting wasn't about seducing her or forcing her. It was about showing her the reality. Crushing all her hope. Ensuring she knew that her future was darker than the Dark Lord's plans.
Ah! I forgot to offer her a job. Well, we'll meet again soon.
He took long, deep breaths to calm his nerves. Malfoys, be it father, son, or mother, made him agitated. For one, he knew what he was doing bordered immoral. But at the same time, he knew he was not evil. He at least tried to remind himself of that again and again. And having plenty of family-related examples from his past life to take lessons from was helpful.
I'm not evil, I'm not evil. I'm not like Uncle Bateman… that sick bastard... I'm not like him at all.
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