The next day, he acted as if nothing unusual had happened the night before. He was polite and attentive, making sure to compliment her on her appearance and offer her small gestures of kindness.

The next couple of days were uneventful. They would go to the office, come back ,then have dinner and then sleep in their respective rooms . They would talk about work and make small talk but there was an undercurrent of tension between them. Vernon could feel it, and he knew that she was aware of it too.

One day, as they were sitting in the living room watching television, he casually asked her if she wanted to see some old home videos. She hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing. He retrieved the VHS tapes from their hiding place in his study and popped them into the VCR. The grainy footage flickered to life on the television screen, showing Dudley as a chubby-cheeked toddler blowing out candles on his second birthday cake.

Hermione laughed at the sight, her eyes sparkling with joy. "He was such a cute baby," she said, her voice tinged with affection. As they continued to watch the videos, Vernon noticed that each time a video featuring him and Dudley came on, she seemed to become more relaxed. She laughed at their antics and even shared some stories about their early years together.

Vernon opens a bottle of wine and offers her a glass. She takes it gratefully, clinking her glass against his. As they sip their wine, the alcohol begins to loosen her inhibitions."This is nice," she says, leaning back into the couch. "It's been a while since I've had a good glass of wine." She takes another sip, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

The exchange student, named Ingrid, appears in several of the videos. She's a striking 18-year-old blonde, with bright blue eyes and a radiant smile. Vernon explains that she was an exchange student from Germany who had volunteered to babysit Dudley for a summer. He remembers how she had taken to him immediately, playing with him at the park and teaching him Germansongs.

Hermione listens intently, her eyes fixed on the screen as Ingrid's image flashes across it. There's a hint of jealousy in her voice as she asks, "So, what happened to Ingrid? Did she ever go back to Germany?" Vernon tells her that Ingrid eventually returned home, but they had stayed in touch.

She seems interested in this, and as the conversation continues, Vernon finds himself growing more confident. He pours her another glass of wine, his hands trembling slightly. "You know, Harry and I... Well, we had our differences."He was a troubled boy, always getting into scrapes. I tried to help him, to guide him, but he was headstrong. And then there was the issue with his magic..." Vernon trails off, taking a sip of his wine. "Harry was incredibly powerful, but he didn't understand the consequences of using his abilities. He was reckless."

Hermione listens intently, her eyes fixed on his face. "So, you're saying that you had to keep an eye on him for Dudley's sake?" she asks.

"Yes, exactly." Vernon nods, continuing his lies "I was afraid that he might hurt Dudley with his magic. It was never personal; I just wanted to keep my son safe."

She considers this for a moment, sipping her wine. "I understand that. It must have been difficult for you." Her voice is softer now, less accusatory. "I remember when Harry first came to Hogwarts, he was so lonely. He didn't have any friends."

Vernon nods, his expression softening as he recalls those early days. "He was a good boy, deep down. , but he was like dynamite,might blow your hands off" He trails off, shaking his head.

Hermione listens intently, her expression thoughtful. "I can understand that. It must have been difficult for you, raising Dudley while keeping an eye on Harry. I'm sure you did the best you could." Her voice is gentle, and for the first time since she'd arrived, there's a genuine warmth in her eyes as she looks at him.

Vernon nodded, she was calling for it . He takes another sip of his wine, allowing the liquid to flow down his throat. "It was hard, but we managed. And you know, Harry wasn't all bad."

Hermione raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh really? I must have missed that part." There's a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but her expression remains curious.

Vernon chuckles nervously. "Well, he did have his moments. There was the time he turned Dudley's toy into a spider..." He trails off, remembering how horrified Hermione had been when she saw it. "It was an accident, of course. Harry didn't mean any harm. He was just trying to impress Ingrid, the exchange student who was staying with us that summer. But it was a mess, I'll tell you that."

Hermione nods, her expression thoughtful. "I remember hearing about that. It must have been terrifying for everyone involved." She takes another sip of her wine, her gaze fixed on Vernon. "But you know, Vernon, I think Harry was trying to find his place in the world. He was just a boy, after all. And growing up with magic, well, it's not easy."

Vernon sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. "No, it isn't. And I tried to be understanding, I really did. But Dudley..." He trails off, shaking his head. "He was my priority. I had to protect him, no matter what."

Hermione nods, her expression understanding. "I can see that. As a parent, I'm sure you did what you thought was best. But you know, Vernon, Harry did have a good heart. He just needed someone to believe in him. ."

Vernon looks down at his empty glass, considering her words. "You're right, he did. And I did try. I just wish I could have found a better way to help him." He takes another sip of his wine, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. "I just want him to be happy, you know? No matter what he decides to do with his life."

Hermione smiles softly, her expression gentle. "I think he already is, Vernon. He's done amazing things, saved countless lives. He's come so far." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "And I believe that he's found a place where he belongs, surrounded by people who love and support him. You may not have been able to see it then, but I think Harry found his family at Hogwarts."

Vernon realises that Hermione has believed him so now he needs to execute the next part of his pours her another glass of wine and then takes a sip of his own.

"Oops the bottle is empty,let me fetch another one."

Hermione smiles, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "That would be lovely, Vernon. Thank you." She takes a sip of her wine, savouring the taste as she watches him walk over to the wine cabinet. There's a newfound respect in her eyes, a realisation that perhaps Vernon wasn't as bad as she once thought. He'd been trying to protect his son, even if his methods were misguided. And in the end, he'd helped Harry find his way to a place where he truly belonged.

Vernon disappears into the kitchen, and she takes the opportunity to stretch her legs, leaning back against the couch. The fire crackles softly, casting flickering shadows across the room. She takes another sip of her wine, feeling its warmth spread through her veins.

Vernon patiently waits in the kitchen as he wants Hermione to be alone while watching the video . He's confident that it will take effect on her. He can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as he listens to her movements in the living room.

Hermione sits back against the couch, lost in thought. The fire crackles softly, casting flickering shadows across the room. She takes another sip of her wine, feeling its warmth spread through her as she's beginning to wonder where Vernon could be, a familiar click sounds from the nearby television. Her eyes widen in surprise as she recognizes the image on the screen. It's a home video, the grainy quality making it difficult to make out details. But she knows exactly what it is.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches, transfixed. The video shows Vernon, much younger and more vigorous than she remembers him. He's on top of a young woman, their bodies entwined in a heated embrace. The woman's hair flies around her face wildly, obscuring her features. But there's no mistaking who she is. It's Ingrid, the babysitter who appeared in the other videos .

As the video continues, they move together with an animalistic passion. Ingrid moans and gasps beneath Vernon, her fingernails digging into his back. His face contorts in a mix of pleasure and desperation, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Hermione can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body responding to the intimate display before her.

Vernon's hand moves down between their bodies, his fingers finding their way to Ingrid's wetness. He thrusts his fingers inside her, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. The sound echoes through the room, making Hermione shiver. She watches, transfixed, as Vernon's hips begin to move faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

The images on the screen blur together, becoming a hazy whirl of flesh and movement. Hermione feels herself growing aroused, her own body responding to the primitive desire she sees unfolding before her. She takes another sip of her wine, the taste of it now bitter on her tongue.

She glances over at Vernon, who is still waiting in the kitchen. His back is turned to her, giving her a moment to collect her thoughts. She wonders if he knows she's watching . A part of her wants to immediately switch it off. But another part of her is captivated by the raw power and vulnerability on display.

The video continues, its images blurring together in a haze of passion. Ingrid's cries echo through the room, making the hairs on Hermione's arms stand on 's breath comes in ragged gasps as he watches his penis move in and out of Ingrid's body. His eyes are half-closed, his face flushed with desire. He looks almost possessed by the need to consume her.

Hermione feels herself growing more and more aroused, her own body responding to the primal display before 's movements become more urgent, his hips thrusting harder and faster as he nears his climax. He looks down at Ingrid, his eyes filled with desire and possession. She looks back up at him, her lips parted in a silent scream, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Their bodies writhe together, the sound of their skin slapping against each other filling the room. Hermione can feel the heat emanating from the television, as if it's not just a screen, but a window into another world. She can feel her own breath quicken, her heart race in her chest.

Vernon could watch from the kitchen how Hermione was getting hypnotised by the video and he could feel the tension growing in the room. He wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against his own. So he silently comes from the kitchen and sits down next to her on the couch. His hands find their way to her shoulders, massaging them gently. She shivers slightly under his touch, her breath hitching.

Her skin feels so smooth and warm beneath his fingers, it's almost unbearable. He can feel her responding to his touch, her body tensing and relaxing in turn. He moves his hands lower, caressing her arms, tracing circles on her wrists. The air between them crackles with electricity. She looks at him, her eyes glassy with desire and confusion. He smiles at her, his lips curling into a wolfish grin.

The video continues to play on the screen, but it's as if they're the only ones in the room. The world has narrowed down to this moment, this connection. Ingrid and Vernon on the screen, and Hermione and Vernon on the couch. He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear. His hand slips lower still, cupping her breast over her gasps, arching into his touch. Her nipple hardens under his palm, and he groans softly. It feels so good to have her respond to him like this.

He trails his fingers lower still, teasing her hip, before slipping his hand between her legs. She's wet, soaked through her underwear, and the heat of her arousal against his skin sends a shiver down his spine. He parts her lips, exploring her folds with his fingers, finding her clit and circling it expertly. She throws her head back, her eyes clenched shut as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Hermione moans, arching into his touch. Her body is tense with desire, her hips rocking against his hand in rhythm with the scene on the screen. The air in the room is heavy with their shared arousal, with the heady mix of lust and vulnerability. It feels as if they're not just watching a video, but rather participating in it somehow.

Vernon watches her closely, his heart racing as he feels her body respond to his touch. He slips a finger inside her, finding her entrance wet and ready. She gasps, her eyes fluttering open, and he can see the desire and need reflected in her gaze. He thrusts his finger deeper, feeling her tightness grip him as she begins to writhe beneath his touch.

Her hips rise off the couch, meeting his hand as she matches the movements of Ingrid and Vernon on the screen. The air between them crackles with tension and desire, and he can feel the heat emanating from her body. His free hand finds its way to her breast, squeezing gently before moving lower still, teasing at the hem of her shirt.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her orgasm builds, her body tense and ready to explode. He watches her, his heart racing, as she gives herself over to the pleasure he's giving her. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sounds of the video, and he feels a surge of power and desire course through him. He thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them as he finds her G-spot, feeling her body tense and relax around him in rhythm with the movements on the screen.

His other hand moves to her breast, squeezing gently before teasing at the edge of her shirt. With a smooth motion, he pulls it over her head, revealing her perfect, pale skin. He groans at the sight of her full breasts, their nipples hard and dark against her pink areola. He cups one breast in his hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he continues to finger her, feeling the tightness of her orgasm coil tighter and tighter.

She throws her head back, her eyes closed tightly as she cries out, her body shuddering with pleasure. He watches her face, drinking in every expression, every movement, as if he's seeing it for the first time. The air in the room is thick with their combined arousal, with the heady mix of lust and vulnerability. It feels as if they're not just watching a video, but rather participating in it somehow.

Vernon leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "That feels good, doesn't it? Just like that." He continues to stroke her, his fingers moving in a rhythm that matches the movements on the screen. Her body responds eagerly, her hips bucking against his hand. He slips a second finger inside her, stretching her and finding a spot deep inside that sends waves of pleasure through her.

The air in the room grows heavy with their arousal, and the sounds of their breathing, moans, and the video fill the space. It feels as if they're lost in this moment, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Her hands find his shoulders, digging in as she urges him on. He looks down at her, his gaze burning with desire, and can feel the heat of his arousal pressing against his pyjamas.

She glances up at him, a mixture of need and longing in her eyes. He nods, giving her permission to continue, and she takes hold of him, stroking him firmly and expertly. Her touch is like a brand, leaving him aching and desperate for more. He leans in closer, breathing in the scent of her skin, feeling the warmth of her body against his.

Their eyes meet, and they share a moment of intense connection. It's as if they're the only two people in the world at this moment, and nothing else exists. The sounds of the video fade into the background as they focus on each other. Her hand moves faster, her grip tightening, and he feels himself growing closer to the edge.

He leans down, kisses her neck, her collarbone. His other hand finds its way to her other breast, squeezing and massaging. She moans into his ear, her hips bucking against his hand, her fingers moving faster and faster. He can feel the heat of her body, the wetness surrounding his fingers.

Their breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling together as they lose themselves in this moment. Her nails scrape lightly against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Her grip tightens, and he feels the first stirrings of his release. He looks down at her, watching her face as she watches him, their connection deepening with every passing second.

Her free hand moves to his chest, stroking him gently before sliding lower, finding the waistband of his pyjamas. She tugs at it, and he helps her slide them down his hips, revealing his erect looks up at him, her eyes burning with desire as she takes hold of him, stroking him firmly and expertly. Her touch is like a brand, leaving him aching and desperate for more. He leans in closer, breathing in the scent of her skin, feeling the warmth of her body against his.

He closes his eyes, savouring the sensation of her hand on him. Her fingers move in a steady rhythm, matching the beat of his heart. The head of his cock is wet and slick with her desire, and he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her other hand finds its way back to his chest, tracing gentle circles over his nipple, teasing him mercilessly.

"God, that feels good," he whispers, his voice hoarse with tilts his head back, letting out a shuddering breath as she continues to stroke him, her grip firm but gentle. Her touch is both commanding and tender, and it sends a shiver of pleasure through him.

Her free hand moves down his body, tracing lazy circles over his abdomen before dipping lower to explore the dark curls at the base of his cock. He arches into her touch, feeling the heat of her skin against his. Her fingers find their way between them, teasing at his entrance, and he groans, pushing against her hand in eager anticipation.

TRRRINGGGG...

A phone call cuts through the air, its shrill ringtone a jarring intrusion on their intimate moment. His eyes snap open, and he glances around the room, momentarily disoriented.

She stares at the phone, her heart racing with panic. What if it's someone who knows about what just happened? She looks at him, their bodies still entangled on the couch, and feels a wave of shame wash over her. This was wrong, so very wrong. She should have known better.

She pushes him away gently, trying to put some distance between them. "I'm sorry, Vernon. I don't know what came over me. I should go." Her voice is shaky, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.

Vernon sits up, looking at her in disbelief. "Hermione, it's okay. We can talk about this." He reaches out to her, but she shrinks away from his touch.

The realisation of what just happened begins to sink in, and shame washes over her. She can't believe she just did that. How could she have been so weak? She looks around her room, feeling a desperate need for privacy, for some time alone to process this strange and overwhelming experience.

Hermione runs into her bedroom and slams the door shut behind her, the loud click of the lock echoing in her ears. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

Sitting down on her bed, she buries her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. She can't believe what just happened. How could she have let herself do that? She's always been so careful, so responsible. And now this.

Her mind races with thoughts of what might happen next. What will Vernon say? What will he do? Will anyone find out? The fear is overwhelming, and she feels trapped in her own skin. She wants nothing more than to crawl under her covers and disappear from the world.

But she can't shake the memory of his touch, the way his skin felt against hers. It's as if some foreign creature has taken up residence inside her, demanding to be felt and desired. She knows she shouldn't, but she can't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him again, to explore the newfound passion that has awakened within her.

Vernon, on the other hand, is left reeling from the intensity of their encounter. He was this close to fucking her if not for this goddamn phone call. He had planned it so well by making Hermione drunk and showing his sex tape with Ingrid . He was confident that tonight would be the night. Now, all of his plans seem to have gone down the drain.

He curses under his breath as he answers the call, hoping it's not some important business matter. It's just McDonald, his rival for the promotion. Vernon sighs in relief, but the anger and frustration still simmer beneath the surface. "Yeah, McDonald. What's up?" he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

McDonald informs him about an important meeting that they both need to attend tomorrow morning. Vernon's stomach drops. This couldn't have come at a worse time. He glances over at Hermione's bedroom, feeling a mixture of desire and regret. He tries to keep his voice neutral as he apologises to McDonald and agrees to attend the meeting.

As he hangs up the phone, he lets out a frustrated sigh. His anger at the interruption begins to ebb, replaced by a growing sense of loss. He had felt so close to finally having Hermione, but now it seems that everything has been thrown off course. He wonders if there's any way to salvage the situation, to regain her trust and eventually fuck her.

Vernon decides that he needs some time to process his emotions and figure out how to approach Hermione. With a heavy heart, he retreats to his own, collapsing onto the bed in a defeated heap. His thoughts spiral out of control, and he struggles to make sense of what just happened.

His anger and frustration slowly give way to a deep sense of loss. He had felt so close to finally having Hermione, to fulfilling a desire that had consumed him for so long. Now, it seems as if that chance has slipped through his fingers.

Vernon knows that he can't simply give up on her. He needs to find a way to regain her trust, to convince her that he's not the monster she thinks he is. Perhaps if he shows her the depth of his remorse, the sincerity of his apologies, she might be willing to give him another chance. But first, he must gather his thoughts and compose himself.

He spends the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees the look of betrayal in her eyes as she pushes him away. He replays their encounter over and over in his mind, trying to find some clue as to what went wrong. It's only when the sun begins to peek through the curtains that he finally gives up on sleep and decides to face the day.

His first plan failed and it has set him back the goodwill he earned over the week. Now he needs to start over again.