The next day when Vernon woke up, Hermione was already ready and waiting outside the house. He knew she was feeling guilty over what happened last night and is now maintaining distance. The morning sun cast a golden glow on her face, accentuating the worry lines etched across her forehead. Vernon couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for his impulsive actions that had pushed her away.
As he stepped out onto the porch, he noticed Hermione's eyes darting around nervously, avoiding any direct contact with him. Her body language spoke volumes - she was keeping him at arm's length to protect herself from further hurt. Determined to win back her trust, Vernon suppressed his frustration and put on a facade of understanding.
"Good morning," he said softly, trying to mask the disappointment in his voice.
Hermione nodded curtly and turned towards their car parked by the curb. "We should get going," she replied tersely.
Vernon silently cursed himself for ruining what could have been an unforgettable night with had been so close to seducing her, to finally breaking through the walls she had built around herself. He cleverly made her watch the old sextape of him with the babysitter in the pretext of showing Dudley birthday videos
His mouth was on her breasts and his hands on her pussy. It was just like in the old tape, except this time she was real. He could feel her heart racing under his palm, her breath hot and ragged against his ear. He slid a finger inside her, slowly at first, then faster, in time with the rhythm of his tongue. He could feel her body tensing, readying itself for release.
But just as he was about to make his move, his phone rang, spoiling everything.
It was McDonald, his rival in the corporate world. They had been engaged in a fierce battle for dominance for years now. Vernon cursed under his breath as he answered the call, knowing that whatever it was, it couldn't be good news.
As he listened to McDonald gloating voice on the other end of the line, Vernon felt anger bubbling up inside him. How dare they interrupt such a crucial moment?
But now he needed to act along if he wanted another chance with Hermione. Vernon knew he couldn't let her slip away so easily. He had always prided himself on being smart and cunning; it was time to put those qualities to use once again.
At the office, Vernon maintained his cool exterior, as if nothing had happened the night before. . He sat at his desk, his fingers steepled together, lost in thought. His mind raced with schemes and strategies to win back Hermione's trust. He knew that he had to tread carefully; one wrong move could push her further away.
As the day progressed, he caught glimpses of her out of the corner of his eye. She was efficient and professional as always, but there was a hint of distance in her demeanor. He could tell she was still angry with knew that he needed to modify his technique, but he also knew that he couldn't rush her.
In the evening they drove in silence. The heavy weight of unspoken words hung in the air, suffocating any attempt at conversation. Hermione stared out of the car window, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery but her mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts and regrets.
When they arrived home, Hermione immediately went to her room and locked the door. The click of the lock echoed through the empty hallway, sealing off her sanctuary from the outside world. Vernon waited for her in the drawing room, hoping she would eventually join him for dinner. But as time ticked by and darkness settled over their grand estate, it became clear that Hermione had no intention of emerging from behind closed doors.
Vernon sighed heavily and resigned himself to another lonely meal. He made his way to the dining room where a table set for two mocked him with its empty chairs and untouched plates. As he sat down alone, his appetite waned under the weight of loneliness.
The days turned into a full week and still, their silent routine persisted. Hermione emerged only when necessary – . Vernon tried to understand this new arrangement; he tried to give her space as this was the only way .
But now, days later, Hermione noticed something strange. Vernon seemed to be keeping his distance, not pushing . It was almost as if he regretted what had transpired that night and was trying to make amends.
At first, Hermione remained defensive and cautious around Vernon, not willing to let her guard down so easily after such an ordeal. But slowly, she began to notice subtle changes in his behavior - moments of genuine kindness and consideration that she hadn't seen before.
Perhaps Vernon's behaviour that night had been fueled by alcohol-induced madness rather than true malice? Maybe he was just a broken man desperately seeking solace in the wrong places? These thoughts swirled through Hermione's mind as she cautiously allowed herself to become less defensive around him.
Unbeknownst to Hermione, Vernon too noticed the change in atmosphere between them. He saw how she gradually grew more comfortable and relaxed in his presence – a perfect opportunity for him to execute his plan.
He chose Friday as the day – the start of the weekend when they would have uninterrupted time together without anyone disturbing them.
That evening, Hermione was in her bedroom, still locked away .
As she sat by the window, lost in her thoughts, a sudden piercing shriek echoed through the house. It was a sound that made Hermione's blood run cold. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear as she wondered what could have caused such a distressing noise.
Without hesitation, Hermione rushed outside to investigate the source of the commotion. She found Vernon stumbling out of the bathroom, his face pale and contorted with terror. He stood there naked, as if he had seen a ghost.
"What happened?" Hermione asked urgently, not even minding Vernon's lack of clothing.
Vernon pointed towards the bathroom and whimpered between shallow breaths, "Dudley... Dudley..."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat at those words. She followed Vernon's gaze into the bathroom only to find nothing out of place. Confusion washed over her as she turned back to him for an explanation.
"But there's nothing here," she said softly.
Vernon shook his head frantically before looking towards the hall and shouting hysterically, "Look Petunia!"
Hermione glanced towards where Vernon was pointing but saw no one there except for empty space. She struggled to understand what was happening but knew something grave must have occurred for Vernon to be so distraught.
"What happened?" Hermione repeated desperately.
Tears streamed down Vernon's face as he tried to compose himself enough to explain. "I was bathing...and suddenly it became very cold...and now Dudley and Petunia are dead."
Hermione gasped in disbelief. How could this be? There were no signs of foul play or any indication of what had transpired. The mystery hung heavy in the air, enveloping Hermione in a cloud of unease.
Vernon's trembling voice quivered as he spoke, his eyes filled with anguish. "I felt an icy presence...a chilling touch that froze my very soul. And then...and then they were gone."
Hermione's heart raced as a chill ran down her spine. The air around her had turned cold. Then it dawned on Hermione - could it be dementors? Those creatures which sucked happiness and brought forth the worst fears in people.
As a witch, Hermione had encountered dementors before, but never in such close proximity. She knew that muggles couldn't see them, but perhaps they could feel their presence. Was this why Vernon was acting so petrified?
Without wasting another moment, Hermione instinctively raised her wand and cast the powerful spell "Expecto Patronum," hoping to drive the dementors away. But how come she hadn't seen them before? Had they been lurking in the shadows all along?
To her surprise, Vernon's condition improved slightly as the ethereal silver otter emerged from Hermione's wand and charged towards the unseen threat. Yet despite his relief, he immediately rushed towards Hermione for support. She wasn't sure what to do with a wet naked man hugging her tightly, but at that moment, she was more focused on what might happen if another dementor attacked.
As Hermione mind was thinking about how they might have been attacked. She could feel the big and thick penis of vernon brushed against her vagina over her clothes. She could notice that despite being a obese man , Vernon had a big cock. It was hot and hard against her. It was almost like an object that didn't belong in a bathroom. She couldn't help but feel an unexplainable urge to touch it.
Vernon was still clinging to her, his breath hot on her neck. "You saved me," he whispered shakily.
Hermione didn't know what to say. She couldn't deny that she had felt a surge of power and satisfaction when her patronus had driven away the dementors. But she also knew that this was not something she could discuss with Vernon. "It's okay," she said softly, patting his back awkwardly. "Let's get you dressed "
As she helped Vernon put on some clothes, she couldn't shake the image of his naked body, particularly his erect penis. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and yet she found herself drawn to it. She felt a strange mixture of curiosity, arousal, and disgust.
They finally made it out of the bathroom, with Vernon still visibly shaken. Hermione sat him down on the bed, trying to calm him down with words of comfort. But it was difficult for her to focus, as her mind kept wandering back to the mysterious events that had transpired.
Vernon eventually calmed down enough to ask her what had happened. She hesitated for a moment, unsure how much she could reveal. "I...I think there were dementors in the house," she said quietly. "They can cause people to feel very cold, and they can make them see things that aren't really there. They feed on human happiness."
Vernon's eyes widened in fear. "They were here?" he whispered. "But how did they get in?"
Hermione shrugged, unable to give him a definite answer. "They can travel outside of Azkaban, sometimes. They might have found their way here somehow."
As they sat there, Hermione couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story. Dementors were usually summoned by powerful dark wizards, and the only person she knew of with such powers was Tom Riddle, aka Voldemort. Was it possible that he was somehow involved in this?
The thought made her shiver, and she quickly pushed it aside. There was no point in dwelling on such dark possibilities. Instead, she focused on comforting Vernon, who was still visibly shaken from the encounter.
Vernon asked weakly " Hermione, can you sleep next to me tonight? " He looked at her with a pleading expression.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, her mind filled with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to comfort him and reassure him that everything would be alright. But another part of her was unsettled by the idea of sleeping so close to him, especially after the events of the night. She wasn't sure if she could trust herself around him, given her own strange feelings about his naked body and the erection she had seen earlier.
As if sensing her hesitation, Vernon reached out and took her hand. "Please, Hermione," he whispered. "I don't want to be alone." His eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and vulnerability that tugged at her heartstrings.
Hermione couldn't deny that she felt a sense of responsibility towards him. Despite their differences, she knew her job was to protect him. And she knew that he was right; it would be safer for them both if they stuck together. So, with a deep breath, she nodded. "Okay," she said softly. "I'll sleep next to you."
As they climbed into bed, Hermione took care to stay on her side, facing away from Vernon. She was uncomfortable with the idea of being so close to him, but she knew that she couldn't abandon him. The sheets were cold, and she pulled them up to her chin, trying to warm herself.
"Thank you Hermione" he said softly, then he turned the other side so that his back was facing her
Hermione too realised it was a tough night and tried to sleep off as much as she could. As she drifted off, she couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. She had promised to protect Vernon, and she couldn't afford to let him down. Her dreams were filled with images of dementors and the fear they inspired, but she forced herself to wake up whenever she sensed them creeping too close.
She woke up with a start, she felt something strange as if a huge weight on her. Vernon was hugging her from behind. His right hand was cupping her breasts, his left hand her crotch and she could feel his erection poking her ass.
"Oh petunia, I'm really sorry " he blabbered " I'll never cheat on you with that girl . I'll make you happy" he said and continued hugging her. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. " I'm sorry I was such a horrible man to you. You are the best wife in the world" he whispered in her ear.
Hermione was frozen in shock. She could realise that vernon was hallucinating his wife on her but at the same time he was grinding his crotch against her.
She didn't know to do now