It was finally happening! Ginny giggles, as she holds onto Dudley's arm and they make their way down the hall. She makes sure to keep quiet, of course, not wanting them to be discovered. Not when she was so close, after all!

It had been quite a while since she'd witnessed her mother coming out of that room in the Leaky Cauldron. And she'd been trying to put her plans into motion all that time. Namely, she'd been attempting to work her womanly wiles on one Dudley Dursley. After all, if she could wrap him around her little finger, it should all be fine, right?

Well, he'd proven a little more difficult to manage than expected. Maybe it was just that she hadn't fully grown into herself quite yet, but it had been hard to get him to see her as the young woman she was, rather than the girl she'd been.

Now though, she was sure she'd finally done it. They were heading for a place that Dudley knew about. A place where they would get to have some 'alone time', as he'd called it. It was apparently a room that had whatever your heart desired. There, they could expect total privacy. There, they could-

Ginny's thoughts are abruptly derailed when Dudley suddenly grabs her and yanks her into a hidden alcove, wrapping a hand over her mouth and an arm around her waist as he pulls her back against his body. They've just reached the Seventh Floor corridor he'd told her about, so she's left stunned for a moment. Was he really so impatient that he was going to t-take her right here?!

She wasn't ready! All of the sudden, it seemed like an insurmountable task! Oh Merlin, but she couldn't say that to Dudley, now, could she? No, rather, he would never speak to her again if she rejected him now!

Squirming, Ginny isn't sure what to do… until she hears Dudley's voice in her ear.

"Be quiet. There's someone out there."

Eyes widening, Ginny listens closely and sure enough, she hears the tell-tale sign of clicking… heels against stone. Someone is walking the length of the hallway. And they're getting closer.

A moment later, they pass her and Dudley by. Ginny doesn't get a very good look the first time, only recognizing that it's a woman, and an older one at that. Had to be a member of the faculty, which was nerve-wracking enough as it was, but then the woman passes by their hiding space again and she gets a better look at her face.

… It's the Headmistress! Headmistress Ariana Dumbledore is right there, pacing up and down the Seventh Floor corridor, coming within mere feet of them again and again! Ginny can't help but whimper into Dudley's palm, which in turn leads to him hissing to be quiet again. Until finally, the Headmistress' pacing stops, and there's the sound of a door opening and closing.

Still, Dudley doesn't let her go. Not for another full minute at least. Finally, though, he releases her and steps out into the corridor, with Ginny stepping out behind him. The odd thing is, there's no sign of a doorway anywhere in the corridor. But then… had Ginny been hearing things?

"Where… w-where did she go?"

Glancing over at her, Dudley grunts.

"Into the room. We won't be using it tonight, I'm afraid."

Ginny honestly isn't sure how she feels about that. On the one hand, she's disappointed. She's so desperate to get something started with Dudley. On the other hand, there was that moment there when she was sure HE was about to start something, and she had been… ill-prepared was one way to describe it.

In the end, Ginny shuffles her feet and looks at the ground, unable to muster much of a response at all beyond a simple…

"O-Oh…"

She realizes how pathetic she sounds a moment later and quickly lifts her gaze, frightened that she's ruined whatever chance she might have with Dudley. But… he's not even looking at her. Instead, he's staring off at the wall with this intense look on his face. It lasts just long enough that she opens her mouth to say something, but he looks away before she can, turning back to her and giving her an apologetic smile.

"Maybe another time, yeah?"

Heart thudding in her chest, Ginny just nods her head rapidly. They leave it at that, parting ways then and there… and Ginny finds herself wondering what she actually wants, and when she'll finally be ready to truly reach out and grab hold of it.

-x-X-x-

While it was a shame that nothing had happened between him and Ginny the night before, Dudley wasn't too beat up about it. He was very aware that the young red head was the one pursuing HIM, and while he thought she was cute, even adorable in a way, he wasn't overly obsessed with bagging her. She could wait… maybe ripen a bit more first.

Ariana Dumbledore on the other hand, was a source of IMMENSE interest for Dudley. He was fascinated by her very existence. She was not her brother. Neither old, nor decrepit, nor half-senile from the way he'd spoken. No, Ariana was a beautiful witch, with a certain warmth to her that McGonagall couldn't quite mimic most of the time. Where Minerva was strict and disciplined and short outside of his relationship with her, the Headmistress was the sort of educator who could be quite stern, but who you could also rely upon to support your in your endeavors, as well as provide a shoulder to lean on.

She was beloved by the school in general, Dudley had been able to glean from both his own weirdly layered memories and what everyone else had to say about her. She was, in fact, better liked than Dumbledore himself had been. Apparently, she was a Slytherin in stark contrast to Dumbledore's Gryffindor leanings. But while her Slytherin status left the House of Snakes happy that one of their own was in a position of power, she never showed favoritism in the slightest, not to anyone, which in turn left the other three Houses just as happy with her.

Dudley had momentarily wondered how a Slytherin could be so nice and loved by all, before ultimately realizing just how much cunning and effort it must have taken for Ariana to manage to juggle so many differing viewpoints, and still come out smelling like roses to all of them.

… But that didn't mean she didn't have her weaknesses. And Dudley, in his panic after the sudden change to the timeline, had gone on a tear looking for them. Ultimately, Ariana Dumbledore's weakness had come to him from Minerva herself. It was one that the two older witches shared, after all.

See, Minerva had told Dudley that Ariana Dumbledore was an animagus, just like the Transfiguration Professor. In fact, Ariana had BEEN the Transfiguration Professor before Minerva, just as her brother had been. There were some changes, but also some similarities… it was all still a little hard to wrap his head around.

The point was, Ariana Dumbledore was a dog animagus. And she suffered from the same 'affliction' each month that Minerva did, of falling into her animal form's breeding heat and having to isolate herself from other people in the process.

However, unlike Minerva, who took those potions that Dudley had ultimately sabotaged so he could make use of the Transfiguration Professor, Headmistress Dumbledore was something of an old-fashioned witch. The kind who didn't like using new-fangled potions and preferred instead to rely upon her own skills and willpower. Willpower that was sorely tested by the breeding heats she was forced to endure month after month.

This was, of course, very good information. The only problem was, even Minerva didn't know where Ariana went during her heats. Apparently, all she knew was that the other woman sequestered herself away, presumably behind some wards, and hid until it was over each night. Dudley had assumed that just meant she was hiding in her office, or in her private quarters. And unlike with Minerva, he didn't have a reasonable way of getting into either of those places while Ariana was vulnerable without getting in some serious trouble.

It had seemed like a dead-end… until last night, when he and Ginny just so happened to run into Headmistress Dumbledore while she was pacing back and forth in order to make the Room of Requirement appear. He'd only caught a few glimpses, but the flushed look on the older witch's beautiful, perfect face told him all he needed to know. He'd caught her. By pure chance, by sheer happenstance, he had caught her.

He'd been tempted to go in that very same night, but Ginny would have known. So instead, he'd come back tonight, hiding away until Ariana Dumbledore showed up right on time. As the silver-haired witch paces back and forth, making the door appear, Dudley watches her. He watches as she disappears into it, and watches as the door itself vanishes. Then, he waits.

… Ten minutes later, he leaves his hiding place and paces back and forth in front of the door as well, thinking very hard about what he wants. Or rather, WHO he wants. After all, he'd lied to Ginny the night before. The Room of Requirement was more than capable of giving more than one person their needs. If you didn't know someone else was in there, you never would unless you had the exact same needs as them… or unless THEY were your need.

Since Dudley had seen the Headmistress go in, thinking about her was all that should be required. And so, when the door finally appears, Dudley walks over to it confidently and steps right on through, closing it shut behind him with a sense of finality.

There was a chance he got it wrong, that he'd mistimed things or misjudged things badly enough to be thoroughly screwed. But Dudley refused to be cowed, he refused to back down. And in the end… his reckless charging ahead pays off in a big way.

In the room beyond, Ariana Dumbledore waits for him. But it's not the stern yet warm Headmistress he sees. Rather, she's completely naked now, her beautiful, surprisingly perfect body on full display. On top of that, she's got droopy dog ears protruding out of her silver hair, and a dog tail sticking straight up in the air as she stares at him with wide eyes.

He's intruding on her space, and that just won't do. Before she can start barking, Dudley reaches down and pulls apart his robes, opening his pants and jerking his cock out of its confines. His dick flops free, already growing hard at the sight of the Headmistress on all fours, her sizable bust dangling beneath her.

Her mouth had opened, and she'd been about to begin barking at him, he could tell. But the barks never come, as her beautiful blue eyes zero in on his cock instead.

"This what you want, girl? Come here… get the 'stick'~"

Dudley grins and takes a step forward, as Ariana all but bounces over to him. Certainly, certain parts of her body DO bounce in all the best ways, as they close the distance between one another. A moment later and she's slobbering all over his cock, sucking and slurping at it eagerly like… well, like the bitch in heat she most definitely is.

She won't remember this. She shouldn't, hopefully. More importantly, he could suggest that she forget that everything that happened while she was in 'heat'. Groaning under her oral attentions, he enjoys her mouth for a moment before ultimately pulling his cock back.

"Assume the position, bitch. You want to get fucked, don't you?"

"Cock! Cooooock~"

Ariana moans, as she happily spins around… and assumes the position. Her face goes down to the floor alongside her arms, while her ass gets lifted HIGH into the sky. Her kneeling legs spread apart, exposing her glistening wet pussy lips, positively dripping with arousal. Dudley doesn't hesitate. He steps forward, crouches down, and guides his cock right into the Hogwarts Headmistress.

She's unbelievably tight while also being impossibly wet. It's a strange feeling, but Dudley just chalks it up to magic. Magic made anything possible. And it certainly made EVERYTHING better. Letting out a groan, his eyes damn near rolling back in his head, Dudley grabs Ariana Dumbledore by her hips and begins to fuck the witch-bitch from behind, plowing into the dog animagus for all he's worth.

Admittedly… Dudley still doesn't know exactly what the fuck happened. Where did Albus Dumbledore go? Where had Ariana Dumbledore even come from? Why did he have two sets of overlapping memories? More than that, would this keep happening? And if it did… what would Dudley do about it? It couldn't always go in his favor, after all.

Right now, though, this was most definitely and decisively in his favor. He was ball's deep inside of his Headmistress after all! Not something he would have ever thought he'd be doing. Not even the Dudley who remembered Ariana Dumbledore existing had thought he could get with her like this. It wasn't until he suddenly remembered two different timelines and two different Dumbledores that he'd been panicked and frightened enough to start looking for a way to get to her and stumbled upon her secret by way of Minerva.

Still, here he was, and Dudley was for sure giving it his all.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

His thighs clap against her cheeks, his cock pistons in and out of her cunt with squelching noises, and all in all, Dudley gives the horny witch-bitch as good a plowing as he possibly can. After all, who knows when his next chance to do this will come? He's not prepared to try and make Ariana his permanent fuck toy like he did McGonagall. The Transfiguration Professor was one thing, but the Hogwarts Headmistress is another entirely.

Especially since all of his memories from this new timeline mark Ariana Dumbledore as much more dangerous and powerful than Albus Dumbledore. Oh, everyone knew Albus Dumbledore was powerful, but no one thought he was truly dangerous for whatever reason.

Dudley doesn't quite know the disconnect. He just knows he's going to enjoy this moment while it lasts, and use this dog girl witch like the bitch in heat she is for as long as possible…

Groaning, he unloads inside of her… and then keeps going. Can't stop, won't stop…

-x-X-x-

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