Chapter 35

When Dudley arrives at the Granger Home late in Winter Break, the door is answered by one Hermione Granger, and for a moment he has to marvel at the sight of her. Every year, she gets closer to the Granger that Dudley remembers from his old timeline… but also further away. She gets older and older, maturing more and more, but in terms of looks and personality and mind… well, she couldn't be more different from her counterpart.

Indeed, something Dudley hadn't realized at the time, but now found to be obvious in hindsight, was that the Hermione Granger of his original timeline had refused to use any beauty charms, ever. To be fair, she had a natural beauty about her that made such things somewhat redundant… but also, there was a distinct difference between Hermione without beauty charms, and a Hermione who kept a low level beauty charm up pretty much constantly. The results were staring him right in the face, in face.

Standing in the doorway, twirling a finger through her brunette curls, the gorgeous young witch is currently clad in a sexy, slutty version of her Hogwarts Uniform. A skimpy top that exposes her belly, with the buttons of her blouse undone to let her cute Gryffindor tie drape through her exposed cleavage. On top of that, a short skirt that shows off her thigh thighs and hints of her red panties, combined with thigh-high stockings to really frame her perfectly.

Her face is perfectly proportioned thanks to the beauty charms she's always got up, her eyes glittering with excitement, her pillowy lips curled into a wanton smile. She giggles at him for staring, and even flashes a pose, something the original Hermione Granger wouldn't have done for Dudley in a million years.

"Like what you see, Dudley? The boys arrived just a little bit ago, they're with my mom. And daddy is down at the pub again… but you'll be my daddy, won't you?"

She giggles some more at her lewd innuendo and bats her eyelashes suggestively. Yep, there's no doubt in Dudley's mind… he's completely and utterly ruined Hermione Granger. His cock is already growing hard in his pants as he steps into the Granger home and grabs Hermione around the waist, pulling her into his side with a dark chuckle.

"Of course I'll be your daddy, Mione. Naughty girl that you are, you're asking for a punishment."

As he gropes her ass, Dudley swoops in and kisses Hermione deeply, with plenty of tongue. The brunette all but gives way before him, surrendering and submitting with ease as she moans and wiggles in his grasp. Finally though, they do break apart for air, and Dudley takes the opportunity to nod his head deeper into the house.

"Shall we join the others?"

"Sure!"

With that, Hermione leads him upstairs to the master bedroom. It's as she said, Wendell Granger is once again out of the house, the muggle man taken care of with a bit of magic. Likewise, his wife Monica Granger has always been made placid and pliable with magic once more… and judging by her state when Dudley and Hermione enter the bedroom, Vincent and Greg weren't light with the magic either.

Of course, at this point they couldn't afford to be. Wouldn't do for Monica to snap out of her state of constant ensorcellment when they were around. If she did, she might realize the truth… that her currently pregnant belly wasn't a result of anything to do with her husband, but instead the depraved predations of three young wizards using magic to make her their bitch while her dumbed down daughter watched and encouraged it.

Currently, Monica is quite happy, even as she's blushing prettily while having her pregnant belly examined by a curious Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. The two wizards have really come into their own. Even as they brought out the worst in Hermione, she in turn had somehow managed to bring out the best in them.

Dudley was at least ninety-nine percent certain that Vincent and Greg hadn't somehow actually drained Hermione's intelligence and split it between the two of them. There wasn't any magic like that that he knew of, and if he didn't know of it, well, he liked to think those two wouldn't know of it either.

But even if there was no spell that did that, it was effectively exactly what had happened. Before Hermione had become what she was now, her efforts to instill good studying practices and a curiosity for learning into the two Slytherin meatheads had actually bore serious fruit. They weren't the top of their year or anything like that, but they were both comfortably middle of the pack, and even on the slightly above average side of things.

Glancing over as Dudley and Hermione enter, Vincent's eyes are sparkling in awe at what they'd all done. Despite all of their sexual activity with Hermione over the past year, none of their… efforts in that regard had ever bore fruit in this manner. Not that they'd been actively trying, but they'd also not been actively NOT trying either.

Regardless, Monica Granger, as it turned out, was still surprisingly fertile for a muggle woman. And so, now she was pregnant. And there wasn't a doubt in any of their minds that one of them was the father, rather than her husband. The only question left was…

"Cor, you think it's me or Gregory whose gonna be the dad?"

Vincent's question, directed at Dudley and Greg, nevertheless draws giggles from both Monica and Hermione. Neither of whom see any problem with the older Granger woman being knocked up by teenaged boys.

Chuckling slightly, Dudley shrugs as he continues to play with Hermione's body, fondling her brazenly now that they've reached their destination.

"Could be me, you know."

That gets more giggles from the Grangers and laughs from Vincent and Gregory. Seeing Dudley's hands starting to strip Hermione out of her slutty Gryffindor Uniform, Vincent and Greg turn their own hands onto the pregnant form of Monica Granger. They're pleasantly delicate about it though, even as they strip the MILF naked.

"Yeah, I guess we'd need to take the baby to Gringotts and have the goblins test the bloodline."

Dudley raises an eyebrow, not quite surprised by Vincent's insights at this point, but still impressed by the growth of his intelligence. Gregory, meanwhile, does a double take, even as he fondles one of Monica's tits.

"Whoa, they can check that sort of thing?"

Dudley brings a now-naked Hermione over to the bed and lets out a grunt as he nods.

"Oh yes, they very much can. Great idea, Vincent. We should probably know for sure, one way or the other."

By this point, Monica Granger can no longer hold herself back. Pregnant though she might be, she's also ensorcelled and very, very needy. Her hands go to Vincent and Greg's pants and she rubs their crotches for a bit as they strip her naked, before ultimately working their pants open with their help. Once their cocks are out in open air, the pregnant MILF eagerly leans down and begins sucking them one after the other, while also stroking them with each of her hands for good measure.

Not to be out done by her mother, despite being under no DIRECT compulsion spell like the older woman is, Hermione drops to her knees before Dudley and pulls out HIS cock, eagerly putting it in her mouth, sliding it past her pillowy lips as she stares up at him with that magically beautiful face of hers. She's gorgeous… at the expense of all those smarts of hers. Having those lips wrapped around his cock and sucking away at his dick, rather than spouting intelligent things and explaining amazing magical discoveries… Dudley can't help but love it.

As the three young wizards all get their dicks sucked and jerked off, Vincent looks to Dudley and Greg with a wicked grin.

"How about a wager, yeah? A sickle from the other two to whoever planted the seed in Monica's field."

Dudley throws his head back and laughs at Vincent's clever wordplay. Not just the idea was great, but also the humor behind the bet in general. It was just all too perfect. Gregory chortles as well, even as he runs a hand through Monica Granger's hair with surprising fondness.

"Sure, I'm in."

Calming down, Dudley nods as well, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Yeah, sounds like fun."

In all honestly, none of the three of them are taking this very seriously. And for good reason at that. None of them are ready to be a father. At their age? That would be such a pain in the ass. Luckily, none of them are going to HAVE to be a father. For the purposes of record keeping and what not, they'll have the baby's blood tested at Gringotts. They'll make sure they know who actually bred Monica Granger.

… But even whoever it turns out is actually the father, probably won't bother much with being a dad or anything. Why should they ruin their own lives and derail their futures… when they had a perfectly good father for the baby just waiting in the wings?

It wasn't like Wendell Granger would ever know any better. The muggle man was completely unaware of just how things had turned out, seeing how they sent him down to the pub any time they had some fun with his wife and daughter. Meanwhile, Monica Granger never remembered their encounter either. As such, both of Hermione's muggle parents would be convinced that Monica's pregnancy was Wendell's. It was the only thing that made 'sense' if you didn't consider the theory that a band of three wizards with too much power had gone ahead and began abusing you and your family behind your back.

Dudley was not a good man. He had never pretended to be a good man. In the end, he was precisely what he'd always been. In it for himself and those he truly cared about. He had his family; he had his mum and dad who he loved very much. He had Draco, who he considered his closest friend, and even Vincent and Gregory, who were good friends as well.

Everyone else? They were either in his way, or for him to use to his heart's content. Speaking of which…

With a loud groan, Dudley finally cums. He pulls out at the last second and paints Hermione's pretty features with his seed. She moans as he does so, taking his load like the horny little witch slut she's slowly become over the past year. She doesn't even fight it these days. Doesn't even try to struggle against the aroused, lustful state she's practically always in. She is their toy, and she's completely and utterly accepted that fate.

Once he's finished facializing her, Dudley pulls Hermione up to her feet by her curly hair and spins her around, facing her away from him and delivering a spanking to her ass to force her to bend over.

S-SMACK!

"Eep!"

Hermione does as she's 'told', bending over for him while facing the bed where her mother is going at it with Vincent and Gregory. Much like Dudley, Vincent has cum by this point, jizzing all over the pregnant MILF's face and tits. After doing so, he moves between the muggle woman's legs and slowly presses into her pussy, fucking her gently but vigorously while Monica focuses her oral attentions solely on Gregory's cock.

Hermione gets to watch all of this. She gets to soak this all in, even as Dudley grabs her by her wrists, yanks her arms back behind her back, and spears forward into her sopping wet cunt. The brunette witch creams herself on the spot, orgasming explosively from his very first thrust as he begins to pound into her without reservation and without holding back.

Grinning viciously, Dudley doesn't stop for anything. He holds nothing but contempt for the Hermione Granger he left behind in his old timeline. And in that, he thoroughly enjoys debasing, degrading, and using this Hermione as she reaches multiple orgasms because of HIS cock. He's well aware that the original Hermione would have been horrified by all he's done. She would never have let him touch her, not in a million years.

But he'd taken his revenge, hadn't he? On her, on his cousin, on his aunt. He'd taken his revenge and made the Hermione Granger of this timeline his bitch. He'd done worse than that to her, even… he'd made her Vincent and Greg's bitch.

Maybe once upon a time, Dudley had considered Hermione worth keeping to himself. But he'd long since having a single iota of respect for her. Indeed, fucking her was satisfying, but at the end of the day, it was no different from fucking any of the other bitches he had to choose from at this point. Would Ginny Weasley be any different, when he finally got around to her?

Somehow, Dudley didn't think so. And yet, at the same time… he was getting older, wasn't he? Draco had only mentioned it a couple times… but eventually, he would be expected to marry. Even Draco was expected to marry at some point. They had plenty of witches to choose from, to be fair. 'House Dursley' might be new, but money talked and they were very, VERY wealthy at this point. Meanwhile, House Malfoy was… well, beyond ascendant.

So yes, there would be options. Dudley just wasn't sure he could think of any witches he wanted to marry off the top of his head at the moment. But that didn't mean the day wasn't fast approaching.

One thing was for certain. No one would be marrying Hermione Jane Granger. As Dudley grunts and spills his seed inside of her, while Vincent and Greg swap positions over on the bed with Monica, he reflects that there's only one real fate for Hermione at this point. She'll continue on as she already has been, as Vincent and Greg's muggleborn pet. Put in her place, accepting of her position… she'll be their shared mistress more than likely.

He's not sure how often he'll fuck her, after this. Draco hasn't had his way with Hermione in months by this point, and Dudley is beginning to understand the lack of appeal, truth be told. Maybe it was time for him to move on. Maybe it was time for him to start looking for a witch worthy of his actual attention, rather than just another set of holes as Hermione had become.

For now though, he would enjoy the Granger women alongside his friends. There was still time yet, and Dudley didn't want to grow up too fast in this second chance he'd been given.

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