A Few More of Your Least Favourite Things

Chapter Two: When the Bee Stings

“Dudley?” Ginny exclaimed, abruptly turning away from her image in the large mirror. She looked quite different from the last time Dudley had seen her. For one, she had a ton of makeup on. For two, she was in a dress. It was very fitting. It was white. Her cleavage was popping out of it.

He stood behind her, staring, his pockets stuffed into his navy suit jacket awkwardly. Even in this pristine room with high ceilings, Dudley felt taller and huger than ever. He was dressed sharply in matching trousers and chains with a black leather jacket. “All right?” he managed to say, gawking at her in that little dress. He really shouldn’t have come to this wedding. Harry had thanked him again and again, looking nice but still a little nerdy in his fitted black suit with a green tie. Dudley had come along with Hermione Granger, Harry’s friend who was nice and sort of hot in an overbearing way. The wedding was at Hogwarts, and Dudley was all ready a bit flustered. He didn’t know what to think of any of it, but he didn’t need to think—the only thing he’d been focused on was finding Ginny. It had taken a lot of grunting to shake Hermione from coming in with him—Dudley swore he just wanted to pass on some good-natured family tidings, shit, he could be such a vindictive little liar when he wanted something. Dudley was far craftier than most people gave him credit for. (“We had to write an essay in school about our heroes, Mr. Mason, and I chose you.”)

He hadn’t been able to think about many things beside that good fuck they’d had a few months back. He kept trying to contact her, but it was “never a good time.” Plus, there was always Harry being in the way, as usual. Dudley couldn’t work out how Harry was even getting married. Good bloke: yeah, sure. Smart: okay, fine. But getting pussy? Naw. Crazy.

Ginny stood up, instantly looking edgy.

Dudley wondered if he’d done the wrong thing. He almost didn’t care. “All right?” he asked again.

“I’m getting married in a half in hour,” said Ginny tersely,” honestly, you big buffoon—would you be all right?”

“I ain’t getting married now, am I?” Dudley replied, grinning. “Buffoon, huh?” He swaggered toward her.

“Yeah, couldn’t think of anything else,” she said back and then gave a smile. “I’m a bit nervous is all—“

“Nervous? You? You and your six brothers and your nasty punches?”

“Nervous because I think I’m doing the wrong thing,” she got out quietly, and crossed her arms.

“Oh,” Dudley said. This was certainly amusing. “Why?”

“Because I’m not the marrying type, Dudley, I had boyfriend after boyfriend in school and I like it that way! I want to be free and run wild and party and meet lots of guys—and Harry’s… Harry just needs love.”

Dudley snorted.

“Really! And he should be able to have it, but it’s—I don’t think.” She paused. “I don’t think I’m the one to give it.”

“So tell him that,” Dudley said easily.

“No.”

“So don’t then,” Dudley snapped. ‘It’s honestly not this hard.’

“You obviously don’t get it—“

“Heh, you could say that. I dunno… I wouldn’t be in this situation. I don’t--- look, I just came here to see you, to see you in this dress, you look pretty fucking gorgy,” Dudley shrugged casually, but Ginny didn’t seem to think this was all too casual.

She raised her eyebrows. “Really? You just came to see me here in this dress?”

“Well, I—“

“Honest to Merlin, you think I’m going to believe that?”

“Honest to what?”

“You think I’ll just suck up this shit like, like your mum and dad!?”

Dudley’s eyes narrowed. “Who said anything about mum and dad? What do you know about mum and dad?”

“Oh, Harry’s told me—“

“FUCK!” Dudley snarled. “Don’t listen to him! He doesn’t know what the fuck he means half the time. God. Jesus—Ginny, that’s your name, right?”

She laughed, but not in a way that suggested amusement. “Say what you mean. You’re not here to look at my dress. You have less interest in fashion than Harry has in boxing—“

“True that,” he admitted with a grin. “You’re the one who said we'd see each other here, last time, that's what you said—“

Ginny pulled up the front of her dress and bit her lip. “I don’t know why that happened—“

“Because… because…” Obviously Dudley didn’t know either. And he really had no need to know. It was a good fuck. He wanted a repeat. Or something similar.

“Honestly,” she smiled, shaking her head. “You’re the opposite of him in every way—“

Dudley nodded firmly than he ever had. “Pretty much. Yeah, I’d have to… I’d have to agree…” But there was something he and Harry had in common. “I’m here because I thought there was a chance I could bonk you again.”

“There it is,” she stated wryly. “The truth sets you free, Dudley. Well… not always.”

“Enough. Can I snog the bride or what?” asked Dudley, coming forward and raising his eyebrows.

Ginny took a quick peek at the ticking clock in front of the mirror. “We’ve got ten minutes. No
more. No less.”

“I can do that,” Dudley said easily, striding forward and cupping one giant hand around her ass, putting the other to her breast and pressing his lips to her own, pushing and pulling, tasting her lipstick.

She sighed into his mouth and pressed to him deeper, her head coming up to his thick neck. She indicates the chaise lounge, and before long, she’s on it, lying down gingerly as not to wrinkle the bottom of her dress. Dudley kissed her neck posed on one knee, his hands on either side of her petite shoulders.

He pulled up the bottom of her dress, folded it over her middle, and she opened her legs, tugging down her black underpants.

“Why don’t I feel bad?” she asked aloud. Dudley got the impression it wasn’t a question directed to him, so he didn’t bother answering. Instead, he leant down, moving his face between her thighs, facing her short red pubic hair. He circled his tongue lazily around the inside of her legs, and she buckled her hips, spreading her legs even wider and panting in anticipation. He trailed his tongue all the way upward, dotting around her genitals, then pulling it quickly inside. She breathed out. He inched in deeper, nibbling the edges of her pussy, poking the middle with the tip of his tongue, finally advancing forth and sucking her clit. Her legs bucked and she moaned.

He grunted in response, a deep, strong sound as he continued to suckle her, his cock stiffening. She tensed as he stimulated her, and finally, she moaned louder and gave an approving gasp. He tasted her orgasm.

Dudley tore himself away from her, licking his lips and grinning at her. “Harry do that to you?” he asked.

“That’s for me to know, isn’t it?” she scoffed with a roll of her eyes. Dudley could guess that this meant no. “Look, I’ve got to go—you’ve got to go, you’ve got to get seated—“

“Fuck, who cares?” Dudley loomed over her and they exchanged another firm kiss.

She sat up and pulled her panties back on, touching her hair again to make certain the shape had stayed the same.

He stood and indicated his hard dick. “I’ve got to go take care of this anyway. I’ll get into the thing when I can.”

“The thing?” she grinned. “Beating off, going to miss your cousin’s wedding? You are a little repulsive.”

“I won’t miss the whole thing,” he replied. “Probably only the beginning.”

Ginny laughed. “You fucking bastard.”

“Oh,” Dudley shrugged,” I don’t know about that. I’m much nicer than I used to be.”

This statement was spoken with such strange earnestness, and such a bright-eyed expression that they kissed again, and probably would have continued, until she shoved Dudley out the door.

And the wedding?

It was nothing special. Just Harry in a tuxedo, looking for love. And Ginny winking from the aisle.

‘Welcome to our family,’ thought Dudley with a dark smile. God, this was going to be fun.

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