As Dudley makes his way back towards the Transfiguration Classroom after dinner for a one-on-one coaching session with Minerva McGonagall, the young man contemplates his time at Hogwarts so far. It's been several weeks now, about two months, and he has to admit, he's come to enjoy everything even more than he expected. And that's without getting his dick wet, as of yet!

Really, the way he'd heard Harry talking about it, Dudley had expected a lot more sex at Hogwarts… but perhaps he was still a bit too young to be running into it? Perhaps it WAS taking place, only it was out of his view or something. Regardless, he had enough on his plate already learning magic that it hadn't really been that much of a hardship. He'd been too busy to give himself a case of blue balls or something like that.

The only real sour spot on his time at Hogwarts so far seemed to be his head of house, from what Dudley could tell. Professor Snape was usually one to happily play favorites, especially between Slytherins and Gryffindors… but when it came to Dudley, he was strangely ambivalent towards him. Not quite negative, and it wasn't like he bullied Dudley as Dudley had heard of him doing to Harry over the years in the previous timeline… but certainly, there wasn't an ounce of favoritism there.

He suspected that it had something to do with Aunt Lily and maybe his own mother as well. He thinks he might recall that, amongst all the complaining Harry always did about Snape in his old world, there was also something about Snape being Lily's childhood friend, or something? If he recalled, even his mother had mentioned something about a greasy git that fit the Potion's Professor's description to a T. Not in this timeline, Petunia hadn't spoken of Snape at all in this timeline, but she'd seemed to recognize the man's name once or twice in the previous timeline.

In the end… Dudley honestly didn't care enough to search for answers along that particular line of inquiry, truth be told. So long as Snape didn't make his life difficult here at Hogwarts, Dudley had already decided he didn't care what the man thought of him. In the end, all it meant was that Dudley had to work a little harder in Potions… which did kind of suck if he was being honest. But then, Potions really wasn't his favorite class.

Thinking on it, if he had to categorize things, so far he seemed to be excelling at Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and of all things, Astronomy. But then to be fair, he had very good reasons to be focusing on Astronomy. The teacher was a fucking smokestack of a woman, to say the least. Aurora Sinistra… oh yeah, Dudley definitely wanted some of that chocolatey goodness.

Meanwhile, Charms just seemed to come naturally to him, surprisingly enough, while DADA was the thing that was meant to keep him alive as far as Dudley was concerned, so he very much wanted to excel there. Even if Professor Quirrel was a stuttering mess of a buffoon.

Classes that he wasn't quite excelling in but still doing alright in were Flying and Transfiguration. Flying was due more to balance issues than actual control, but Dudley was getting there, slowly but surely. Transfiguration, on the other hand, was more a result of his muggle upbringing and muggle schooling telling him that things can't change shape. Rather than a lack of talent in that magical discipline, it was more a need for him to change his mindset around.

And then there were the classes that Dudley just wasn't doing very well at. Potions was at the top, mainly because Snape actually graded his work rather stringently compared to the rest of House Slytherin, something that had baffled even Draco when they'd compared their essays upon receiving them back. Dudley would have to work a little harder there, but it shouldn't be too difficult, given he was a lot older than he looked.

Herbology and History of Magic were his other two bad classes however, and Dudley didn't see himself getting any better at either any time soon. He'd always disliked gardening, and the ghost teacher that was supposed to be teaching History of Magic was… dreadfully boring. Dudley honestly couldn't bring himself to stay awake most of the time and had taken to using it as a free period where he either napped or worked on schoolwork from other classes. Wasn't like Binns ever paid enough attention to raise a fuss over it.

At the moment, Transfiguration was the class Dudley was most interested in improving. So, he'd taken to staying after class now and then to ask Professor McGonagall questions about the discipline in an attempt to get better at it. He had the theory down pat, but not so much with the practical side of things. Perhaps that was why the Head of House Gryffindor had taken him under her wing. Or perhaps she knew he was Harry Potter's cousin and Dumbledore told her to keep a close eye on him or something.

Dudley honestly didn't know or care which it was, the fact of the matter was, he now had one-on-one coaching sessions after dinner some nights, and that was where he was going now. Finally arriving at the entrance to the Transfiguration Classroom, Dudley walks right in, a big smile on his face as always as he cheerfully calls out to the Professor seated behind her desk.

"Good evening, Professor!"

Minerva McGonagall was a total MILF… except without the M bit, from what Dudley knew. Which made her a… PILF instead? A Professor I'd Like to Fuck? Maybe? Either way, she was a fucking cougar, with magic leaving her still gorgeous despite her mature age, and Dudley definitely fantasizing about what sort of vein these one-on-one meetings could take, if only she wasn't so stuck up all the time. But alas, Minerva regards him as coolly as ever, providing the barest of smiles as she nods her head in his direction in greeting.

"Mr. Dursley. Please, take a seat and we will begin this remedial lesson."

Oof. Dudley winces a little, wishing she wouldn't call them that. The word remedial brought to mind bad memories of his previous world, where he'd been as normal and non-magical as can be and struggled in the later years with his schooling. Remedial… he'd had enough of that for a lifetime. This was just… extra credit. Of course, he couldn't exactly tell his Professor that, she was in charge and she could call it whatever she wanted.

Sitting down, Dudley spends the next half hour working with the Transfiguration Professor on turning a matchstick into a needle. It's annoying to say the least, making such slow progress with such a simple transfiguration… but at least he's making progress. Whether McGonagall is simply happy to have a student eager to learn, or whether Dumbledore is pushing her to have these little one-on-ones, it matters not. Dudley is learning, and that's what's important.

Or rather, that's what's important until suddenly everything changes. One moment Minerva is lecturing him on this bit of the transfiguration process and Dudley is doing his best to absorb her knowledge, the next the Transfiguration Professor has gone white as a sheet and clammed up, suddenly rearing back as if struck, her eyes wide.

Looking up at her curiously, Dudley cocks his head to the side and presses his lips together.

"… Professor? Are you alright?"

Her white face begins to color, growing redder by the second, and Dudley knows EXACTLY what's happening when the normally stoic disciplinarian of a Hogwarts Professor actually full on bites her lower lip in a sultry manner as her eyes roam up and down his seated form. He can hardly believe his luck. He'd hoped… but he'd never dared to dream Minerva would be this stupid and forgetful.

"N-No… I mean, y-yes. I'm fine, Mr. Dursley. I need… I need you to leave n-now. W-We'll continue this lesson n-next week…"

Dudley doesn't let on that he knows what's happening. He's just a young wizard, a First Year at that. He still doesn't actually leave though, instead pouting mightily and trying to argue with her.

"But Professor, I'm so close! I'm sure just a little longer and I'll have it! And why do we have to wait all the way till next week, why not tomorrow night?"

Minerva grimaces, clearly trying to fight what's coming, even as she attempts in vain to get him to leave.

"B-Because, I… I need… I need…"

Not letting his inward smile show on his face, Dudley instead looks concerned as he gets up from his seat and walks closer to McGonagall, rather than further away. He leans in close, making sure that his scent is the only thing she's smelling.

"Professor? What's happening?"

Minerva doesn't get a chance to say, before it finally hits her, and her other side takes over. This… this was Dudley's ulterior motive for focusing on Transfiguration this past month. He hadn't held out much hope of it actually happening of course, but he knew from prior experience in his past timeline that there was a chance of Minerva fucking up so to speak.

Right before his eyes, the Transfiguration Professor undergoes something of a transfiguration herself, and a moment later the gorgeous cougar is shedding her robes and exposing her voluptuous, sexy form to him… complete with the cat ears peeking out of her hair, which flows down below her shoulders when she removes her witch's cap, and the cat tail that flicks back and forth behind her wide hips.

Dudley keeps up the act for a second more, eyes widen in shock even as his cock grows hard in his pants.

"P-Professor?"

Minerva takes one look at him… and drops to her hands and knees, meowing and making all sorts of cute cat sounds as she leans forward and nuzzles his crotch for a bit. Dudley gasps and is about ready to grab her by her cat ears and force his dick down her throat, when instead, the gorgeous cougar flips herself around, facing away from him and lifting her hips up into the air.

As she shows off her fat ass and her glistening wet pussy lips, making it clear what she wants him to do with her… Dudley can't unbuckle his belt fast enough, hurriedly freeing his cock from its confines as he steps forward, a big shit-eating grin on his face. He doesn't bother with asking the mature catgirl if she's sure or anything like that, it's obvious that his Professor is deep in heat now, and not likely to be capable of coherent conversation until she's fully done with it.

With a loud groan, Dudley sinks into the warm, wet, dripping snatch in front of him without another moment of hesitation. He fills the Transfiguration Professor with his cock, before grabbing her by the hips so he can start thrusting. In response, Minerva mewls, the gorgeous cougar of a witch clearly enjoying it very much. But then of course, she was a cat in heat, she needed this, she needed HIM.

Grinning with glee at finally getting his dick wet at Hogwarts, Dudley quickly picks up the pace, pounding into the Professor with all his might. In response, the mature catgirl positively yowls her enjoyment, meowing and mewling in between pleasure-filled screams of ecstasy as he brings her to climax after climax. It's funny, because he's really not even that good at sex, he's fairly sure.

Minerva is just that much of a slut when she's like this, Dudley figures. She's hot and ready to troy, and Dudley is fully prepared to take advantage of the gorgeous PILF. Fucking into his Professor from behind with all his might, he can already imagine how he's going to frame this once he's done with her and once she's done with her heat.

He's going to be fucking her for the next few days straight, and there will be no doubt about who's 'in charge' of their coupling. Gritting his teeth, Dudley puts a little extra oomph into things, intent on putting the cat bitch beneath him in her place early on, so she doesn't try anything later. He's going to turn Minerva into his pet… and she's going to let him.

It's quite simple, in the end. When the Transfiguration Professor finally comes out of her heat, just who is she going to blame for what they did together? Dudley? No, of course not. He's just a boy, just a First Year. It's not like he knows any better, nor can he really be expected to be the mature, responsible one of the two of them.

Rather, this is on her, and Dudley knows for a fact thanks to the previous timeline that Minerva will wholeheartedly blame herself for this lapse in judgment, for letting Dudley see her like this, and for effectively seducing Dudley into fucking her. After all, a similar fuck up was the entire basis for Harry and the Professor's sexual relationship in the previous timeline.

In a way, this was the first of many women that Dudley Dursley was usurping from Harry Potter, not that his squib of a cousin would ever know any different. Nor would Minerva. All that the cougar would know was her own mistake, and filled with self-loathing and guilt, she would be like putty in his hands. Going forward, Dudley had every intention of holding this over Minerva's head for the rest of her life.

Harry and the Transfiguration Professor's relationship had ultimately equalized, with Harry keeping Minerva's secret out of a sense of selflessness and kindness and the goodness of his heart. All of that was also the reason he would help Minerva with her heats every month. But Dudley… Dudley would use this to make sure he was the only one Minerva could go to in order to 'ease' her needs each month.

As he lets out a loud groan and spills the first of many white, hot loads of seed into his Transfiguration Professor's clenching, squeezing quim, Dudley grins like a mad man. Giving the mature catgirl's ass a smack before grabbing her tail at the base and tugging it, Dudley knows for sure… this is where his fun at Hogwarts truly begins.

Minerva is his now, even if she doesn't fully know it just yet, even if he's still… teaching her their new dynamic. And with the Deputy Headmistress on his side, Dudley can set in motion several more plans he has in the works. Oh yes… this was going to be fun.