Being in prison did wonders for a person's attitude and Dudley Dursley was no different. After having spent the last 6 years there, it made him harder than anyone thought possible. If one were to look too closely, they would see an evil gleam in the man's eye and run, not walk, the other direction.
Dudley was hellbent on getting revenge and was waiting for the right moment to spring his trap.
That moment came sooner than he expected...
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He'd been inhabiting one of the more shadier pubs, drowning himself in a pint when the barkeep stopped at his table.
"You Dursley's kid?"
"What of it?" Dudley grunted.
"Dame at the bar is looking for you. Says it's important and she'll make it worth your while." Dudley peered around the barkeep and saw the dark-haired woman, looking so out of place among the 'locals' of the tavern.
"Send her over, mate." He passed a note into the barkeep's hand, telling him to keep the ale coming.
The woman made her way toward him without hesitation, and he got the feeling she was not all what she seemed. She joined him at his table and stared him in the eye.
"Dudley Dursley, I presume?" she smirked.
"One and the same. What can I do for you, Ms...?"
"Parkinson. Pansy Parkinson. And I'm looking for a little vengeance." she stated.
"Beggin' y'er pardon?"
"There's a man I want, who's suddenly found himself...affianced...to someone I despise. I need to get rid of him."
Dudley had to think on that a moment, it sounded too bloody confusing.
"Let me get this straight. You want me to kill and or maim this man you fancy?"
"No, you dolt! I want the trash his married to gone!"
"I have no desire to kill women."
"It's not a woman, you brainless git!" she hissed.
Dudley stared at her a full minute before he finally realized what she wasn't saying.
"And why would this interest me?" he frowned.
"Because, I have it on good authority that you are...well acquainted...with the subject of my ire."
"You don't say?" Dudley asked, his eyes narrowing. This was getting interesting.
"Mmm." she nodded. "I understand this was the same fellow who had you incarcerated some years ago."
The glass in Dudley's fist shattered under the weight of his strength, he had squeezed it so hard.
"Potter!" he growled low in his throat.
"Oh, you do know him then! Splendid!"
"I heard he upped and snagged the Malfoy brat. I'm guessing he's the bloke you're wanting."
"Of course. I only pick the best for me. Will you help me or not?"
"It will cost you, and I'm not talking money." He eyed her figure up and down and she resisted the urge to slap him. If it got her what she wanted, who was she to argue. She leaned closer to him, tracing one of her fingers over the skin of his left arm.
"I can make it worth your while." she whispered, licking her lips. Dudley grinned, placing one of his own hands high up on her thigh.
"What's your plan, then?" he asked.
She leaned even closer, exposing her cleavage to his hungry gaze and began to outline the details of her plan...
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A/N: Dum dum dum duuuuuuuuuuuuum! Sorry this one is another shorty, but I don't want to give too much away too soon. -evil smirk-