This is the last chapter! Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read this, as I know Dudley is not a popular pairing. This chapter has smut in it, which I no longer feel the need to add into my stories, preferring plot, but since it is how I originally wrote it, I decided to keep it.

Three Weeks Later

"Harry Potter, we have heard your testimony on behalf of Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy. Is there anything you have not said that you wish to make heard in front of the Wizengamot?" Interim Minister Basinger asked from his seat in the very middle of the front row.

"No, sir," Harry replied.

"Very well, you may retake your seat." Harry stood up and walked to the audience box, the eyes of the majority of the room following his every move until he sat between Hermione and Ron.

"Is there anyone else present who would like to speak out on behalf of the Malfoy family?" The crowd looked around, but no one raised their hand.

"Is there anyone else present who would like to speak out against the Malfoy family?" There were no hands for this inquiry either, though the number of people speaking against the Malfoys had far out numbered those speaking for them. The Malfoy family would forget neither.

"In that case, it is now time to make our ruling. Those who find Lucius Malfoy guilty of the crime of being a Death Eater, raise your hand." Hands were immediately raised throughout the room, until it appeared every hand was in the air.

"Those who find Lucius Malfoy not guilty of the crime of being a Death Eater, raise your hand." Hermione looked around, counting the sporadic not guilty votes. There were eleven.

"Very well. Lucius Malfoy, you are found guilty of the crime of being a Death Eater. The next charge against you is the use of the Killing Curse and the Cruciatus Curse. Those who find Lucius Malfoy guilty of using the aforementioned Unforgivable Curses, please raise your hand."

The list of charges were read, and the verdicts were voted upon. The only charges that stuck were for the general crime of being a Death Eater for both Lucius and Draco. They were found not guilty for all of the other charges because, while it was believed by everyone that Lucius, at the least, was guilty, there was absolutely no evidence to support the belief.

Lucius was sentenced to one year in Azkaban, which had been cleared of all dementors, while Draco was sentenced to one year of community service. The younger Malfoy received a lesser sentence due to his inability to follow through with his task that had been set forth by Voldemort. Both of the sentences were lighter than some of those already tried; not only because none of the others had The Boy Who Lived testifying on their behalf, but also because the others didn't have the same amount of money to spend on bribes.

When the trial was finished, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, along with Madame Pomfrey, walked back down to the open circle of the court floor, where Draco and Narcissa were saying their good-byes to Lucius.

Narcissa pulled away from her husband and turned to face the trio of teens. "Thank you for speaking on our behalf," Narcissa said, her voice as proper as they had ever heard it.

"I only told the truth. If it helped sway the votes in your favour, all the better for you," Harry responded. All three of them thought that the Malfoy family had gotten off far too leniently, but with no proof of their crimes, there was nothing that could be done for it. "Now that your trial is over, though, it is time to move on to the matter of Hermione's voice," he continued.

Lucius turned a disdainful eye on Hermione. She may have been the reason Harry had spoken on his behalf, but he still felt she was beneath him in every way.

Despite knowing that he wouldn't hurt her in the middle of a courtroom full of witnesses, Hermione still trembled when the Malfoy patriarch turned to her. "In Vocalis Integrum Restituere," he intoned in a bored voice, flicking out his hand and surprising the trio with his wandless magic skills.

Hermione felt a wave of soft warmth infuse her throat before there was a searing pain as her vocal chords knit themselves back together. Madame Pomfrey appeared from behind them, and handed over a potion to soothe her raw throat, as well as numb it. Lucius had had enough foresight to warn them of the pain so they would not assume he had caused her further harm.

Hermione opened her mouth to try and make even a sound, but the Medi-witch saw what she was doing and put a stop to it right away. "Miss Granger!" she admonished. "You know that you are not to try and speak for at least a week. Your vocal chords need time to properly fuse back together without any stress. If you get restless and speak too soon, it could tear your vocal chords and you will have to start over from square one. You have to wait until I say, and that won't be for at least a week."

Hermione gave a sheepish pout, though she knew that Madame Pomfrey was right, and she certainly didn't want to make the healing process to take even longer. She couldn't wait to be able to speak and even just make sound again, but if she had been able to get through the previous few months, she could go for another week.

Dudley walked into the bedroom of the flat he rented with his wife and stopped dead in his tracks. She was sprawled across the bed, napping. Her face was tilted to the side, a small amount of drool escaping her mouth. And she was buck naked.

He stripped down to his boxer briefs as he edged closer to the bed, thankful to be out of his suit and tie. The summer was hot and the air was on the fritz. Hermione had done her best to apply Cooling Charms to the house, but they only lasted a few hours, at best.

He gingerly sat on the bed before he lifted her head and rested it on his torso as he lay down. It was too hot to sleep, and he squirmed under the heat of Hermione's body, which had wrapped itself around him as soon as he had settled down. He could have chosen to fix himself dinner, but he could not resist the opportunity to feel his wife's skin against his own.

While he still spoke to his mother on a regular basis, as did Harry after the two had started to mend their broken relationship, neither man spoke to Dudley's father, who had disowned them. He had given Dudley an ultimatum, and Dudley had chosen Hermione without a second thought, and had never looked back.

Half an hour or so after he had fallen into a fitful sleep, he awoke to a cooler room, and the delicious sensation of his cock being stroked through his underwear. He moaned as his eyes opened wide, and Hermione took the opportunity to invade his mouth with her tongue. "Did you have a good meeting?" she asked when she finally pulled away.

"Yes, but I'm having a much better night now," he responded, smirking at her.

"And is there anything I can do to make the night even better?" she purred into his ear, her breasts pressed against the side of his chest while her hand continued rubbing his clothed cock, which was now fully hardened.

"There are a few things that come to mind," he replied, his voice thick as he grabbed her hips and flipped her over so she was laying on the bed and he was in between her legs. He quickly pulled off his only garment and threw it to the floor.

He lifted her leg and brought her ankle to his mouth and started leaving flutteringly light kisses along the insides of both of her legs, slowly reaching higher and higher. When he reached her apex he breathed in her scent and burrowed his face in her patch of neatly trimmed curls.

He licked up and down her slit before he held onto her legs to keep her from moving. She gasped out his name as one of her hands went to her breast, and the other threaded itself to play with and tug on his short hair. His tongue probed her in smooth circles, teasing her labia until he gave into her pleas and roughly played with clitoris before delving inside her, his tongue changing its rigidity so one minute he was rapidly entering and pulling out of her in a preview of what was to come, and the next minute, his organ was flexible, lapping at her inner walls. He finally brought her over the brink when he returned to her clit, this time adding teeth.

When she had finished quivering under him, he let go of her legs and plundered his way up the rest of her body until his tongue was doing to her mouth what it had just been doing to her core.

He opened her legs and positioned himself at her entrance, and gave a shallow thrust, then another. She soon got tired of this, wrapped her legs around him, and dug her heels into his arse to force him in deeper.

When he finally complied with a wicked grin, he slammed into her, causing her to shriek out and dig her nails into his shoulders, muscular from boxing, which he continued to pursue in his spare time. He stroked deeply into her, sure to hit all of her sweet spots he had found over their last three years together.

Suddenly, Dudley pulled out and sat down, leaning against the headboard. He was cross-legged, his heavy erection jutting out, their combined fluids causing it to slightly glisten. Hermione's eyes followed him, drinking him in. From the moment he had given her her first orgasm, she couldn't seem to get enough of him.

"Big D's getting lonely over here, love. Perhaps you could keep him company," Dudley said huskily, bringing her out of her lust-induced stupor.

"Mmmm, we wouldn't want that, now would we?" she replied, crawling over to him.

"No, we wouldn't," he said, groaning as her hand wrapped around his sticky cock.

"And just what is it that Big D wants?" Hermione murmured against his ear, her hand slowly pumping him and her nipples gently brushing against his chest, sending tingles throughout her body.

"You," he answered gruffly, picking her up and pulling her so she was seated in his lap, her legs spread wide as her knees rested on the bed, straddling his body. He bent slightly forward and caught one of her breasts in his mouth, his hands on her hips as she sank down onto him, encasing his member once more in her soft heat.

They were soon in a steady rhythm, her hands braced on his knees, her back arched. The slapping of skin, along with moans and gasps, were the only noises to come from the room for quite some time.

Eventually the noises became more frantic, until finally they had each reached their peak. Neither moved from their position for a few minutes, Hermione resting her head on Dudley's shoulder.

"How was your day?" Dudley eventually asked, having realised that Hermione had taken an interest in his day, but he had failed to do the same in his haste to make love to her.

"It was good," she answered, reapplying a Cooling Charm to the room before sprawling out on the bed. "I went to see the doctor this morning."

"Did they find out why you've been so run-down lately?" he asked, concerned.

"Mmmm hmmm," she said, rolling over so she was looking at him. "I'm pregnant… we're going to have a baby."

The End