The Count » by dasteiza
After his betrayal, Harry Potter disappears. Years later the massively wealthy Count of Montefeltro arrives to shake things up. SMUT
Harry Potter, M, English, Romance & Crime, chapters: 8, words: 24k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 1k+, updated: Apr 24, 2022 published: Apr 2, 2021, Harry P., Hermione G., Fleur D., Daphne G.
Chapter 1
A stunningly beautiful blonde wearing a scandalously short French Maid outfit walked up to her boss who was checking himself out in a fancy, full-length mirror. The man straightened his black bowtie as she approached.
" 'Ere is your jacket, Master 'Arry," said the gorgeous girl. She helped him put it on and straighten it, then wiped off any lint or hairs that were stuck to it.
"Thank you, Gabrielle," he said. "That will be all," he told her. Knowing when she was dismissed, she turned to leave. Before she could, however, she wall pulled back by her hips and kissed deeply. Her Master spun her back around and slapped her ass hard enough to make her squeal. "Tell your mother that I won't be needing her services tonight," Harry said, turning back to the mirror. Gabrielle curtsied before leaving the room, rubbing her red bottom that was hanging halfway out of her skirt.
As Harry looked into the mirror, he smiled smugly. Finally, those that wronged him were going to pay. It all started not long before he faced Voldemort for the last time. He had found out that different people had been pilfering his gold for quite a while. A few members of the Weasley family were chief among them. While it was true that he wasn't rich, he would have been at least well-off. Their sticky fingers never took obscene amounts at a single time, but a sack here or there can add up over the years. This angered him deeply, and from that alone, he vowed to get his revenge. Then he found out that Ginny had been seeing another boy secretly while with him. He really didn't know why. Since then, he had had her watched. It seemed that she just couldn't settle down with any one boy. To put it bluntly, she was a raging whore. When he had found out that the Ministry had plans to wrangle him under control, he nearly went on a rampage. What had finally broken the camel's back, however, was that Hermione knew about some of the things that were going on. How deep she was in on it, he didn't know. He guessed that she wasn't in too deep, but just deep enough to end up on his shit list.
Harry decided to act a bit more like a Slytherin and a little less like a Gryffindor. He made plans, in other words. The day that he had finally defeated the Dark Lord, he put those plans in motion. He had already taken a decent amount of the gold that was left out of his account and had it locked down. Then he disappeared. No one knew where he had gone or what had happened to him. A wide-scale search ensued to no avail. As the years went by, people seemed to forget that Harry Potter existed. That was the moment that he had been waiting for.
Harry didn't spend that time just sitting around. He worked his ass off. His first goal was to gain back a fortune that would far rival anyone's in Britain. He spent over two years searching for the famed treasure of the Yuan Dynasty. It was said that Mongol magicals stored away a fortune so vast that if it were spread out, you could walk on nothing but gold from ocean to ocean. Harry had searched every place of interest and investigated every clue. Finally, after years of searching, he had found it in present-day South Korea. The magical protections were still quite powerful, even after over six hundred years. Thankfully, Harry had been studying Curse Breaking during his search. Breaking into the hidden horde was difficult, but in the end, he accomplished his goal. He stood in awe before the mountain of gold and jewels. From then on, his money problems were history. He was now the most wealthy magical on the face of the planet.
After that, things were much easier. So much could be accomplished if you were willing to pay exorbitant "fees" to get it done. With the wealth that he had at his fingertips, a few bribes were nothing. With a new identity, he scratched another goal off of his list. After that, he just had to bide his time. He took classes on how to act properly while in high society, dance lessons, and studied different languages. Of course, the entire time he devoted himself to becoming stronger, both physically and magically. During the days, he would work his body and mind, and at night, he would practice his magic. Soon, he was physically fit and magically powerful. It was a couple of years after becoming rich that he had discovered that Fleur's family had fallen on hard times. Since Fleur was on his revenge list, he made sure to "help" them as much as possible. It took a few months, but soon after her mother had divorced their father and had moved out of the family house. Their house was being sold to pay back massive amounts of debt. Harry bought the house even though he had no need for it. He made sure that no one would hire Apolline, and eventually, he found her in a very desperate situation. Harry being the gentleman that he was, offered her a place at his home as his mistress. She jumped on the opportunity quicker than he had her jump on his dick. In the end, neither of them was complaining. She was living in the lap of luxury while only having to offer her body whenever he fancied. It was a good deal for both of them. Eventually, he had her bring her youngest into his employment. Harry loved his naughty little maid. Now, he only needed Fleur to finish the set.
With two Veela in his vast Manor, he had willing bodies that he could sexually experiment on. Using his wandless powers, he was able to hone his sex magic to incredible levels. Both Apolline and Gabrielle loved it. Not only that, but he was able to perfect his physical techniques as well. Apolline was a very good teacher after all.
The final piece of the puzzle had to do with his physical appearance. He couldn't exactly go around introducing himself as his alias while looking like Harry Potter. He needed a way to keep his real identity hidden from those that he wished. He had paid a master runesmith a small fortune to come up with a tattoo scheme that he could place on his body that would act like a Glamour Charm. Once it was on his skin, Harry could turn it on and off at will. Even so, he wouldn't be needing that tonight. Tonight he was attending a Masquerade Ball that was being held to commemorate the defeat of Voldemort all those years ago. Tonight he would finally begin his revenge on those who had wronged him. He picked up the silk eye-mask that was sitting on his side-table. Placing it over his eyes, he smiled wickedly while setting off his Portkey.
The Count
Hermione sat at her table bored out of her mind. She had to watch as her loser of a husband hit on another young debutant only to get laughed at. Shaking her head, she silently wondered why she ever married this fool. Her life was a complete mess right now. Their money had run dry years ago. Ron had squandered all the money that his family had pilfered from Harry's bank account. While it wasn't a fortune, it would have been enough for them to start a new business for the family. Ron had used it on his dream to become the next greatest Keeper in the history of Quidditch. Instead, he used it up on racing brooms and gambling. Not only that, but they hadn't been able to get into Harry's account since before he disappeared.
His disappearance shocked her. In truth, it kind of scared her. If he ever found out what they did, he could press charges against them or worse. She wouldn't be surprised if Harry killed some or all of them. He had become more violent towards the end of the war. Most days, she just didn't give it much thought. He had gone and only God knew what had happened to him. Hermione took a sip of her champagne then readjusted her mask.
She wasn't exactly setting the world on fire either. She had been fired from her job at the Ministry for trying to blackmail people into voting the way that she wanted. How could she make the proper changes if no one would listen to her? Her thoughts were interrupted by an announcement.
"Presenting the Count of Montefeltro," the announcer stated proudly.
Hermione immediately perked up. She had heard about this man recently. It was said that he was insanely wealthy and liked to show his wealth off. He was the last remaining member of the Montefeltro family. The Italian family had been part of the royal line for over a thousand years. As he proudly presented himself, Hermione thought that he looked dashing in his expensive suit and silk mask. As his eyes locked with hers, something happened. Instantly, her pussy started tingling wildly, and her panties dampened. Hermione bit her lip and squirmed as she clamped her thighs shut. Even doing that made her pussy tingle with need. She didn't know why he had such an effect on her. While it was true that she hadn't had sex in over a year, no other man had made her feel this way.
She watched as many young women came up to him and introduced themselves. He kissed their hands and flirted accordingly. Hermione ground her teeth when that bitch Daphne Greengrass introduced herself. Even with the mask, Hermione would recognize her from anywhere. Greengrass was her rival in the Ministry, and Hermione suspected that she had had a hand in getting her fired.
"Hey, Mione!" Ron plopped down next to her, clearly already sloshed. He caught a look at Daphne's sexy body in her very tight, silk dress. He didn't take a double look or even a triple look. Instead, her husband kept his eyes glued to her form while he moaned and drooled. Hermione had never wanted to slap someone more than she did now. She was able to keep calm, however. Her husband would get his comeuppance once they had gotten home.
The night carried on and people drank and danced and had a merry time. That was when Hermione had gotten a surprise. She was talking to an old colleague when someone placed a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she came face to face with the handsome Count.
"Good evening," he said smoothly. "I am the Count of Montefeltro," he introduced himself. Hermione blushed fiercely when he lifted up her hand and kissed it.
"I … I'm Hermione Granger … I mean Weasley! … Hermione Weasley," she stuttered to her embarrassment. The Count just chuckled and pulled her by her hand. Leading her to the dance floor, he placed one hand on the middle of her back and the other on her hip. Hermione's heart was hammering a thousand times a minute. Just from his touch alone, her pussy was fluttering and dripping juices all over her panties. Without even asking her, he began to move. They danced expertly all over the dance floor. She could feel the jealousy raging from the many women as their eyes followed their every move. Once the dance had ended, Hermione was breathing deeply with very pink cheeks.
"Walk with me, love," he told her and escorted her to the balcony of the large Manor house that the party was being held at. As the balcony doors closed behind them, she felt a strong pulse of magic. Looking over, he smiled and explained. "It's to keep people from interrupting us," he said, making her blush again. She couldn't believe that the famed Count of Montefeltro wanted to be alone with her of all people! He got very close to her, and Hermione gulped and backed up. She backed up until her shapely bottom hit the guardrail. With nowhere left to go, he was pressing against her front as his hands gripped her slim waist. Leaning down, the tip of his nose brushed against the tender skin of her neck. She felt him inhale her lovely scent and gasped as her hands gripped his muscled biceps. His lips brushed against her skin and then they descended. Hermione's body was shaking as his lips placed soft kisses down her chest and into her cleavage. The simple black dress that she had chosen was more than a few years old, but at least still looked new. The only problem was that she had slightly grown since the last time she had worn it. As her chest expanded, the cleavage the dress produced increased. Now his lips were exploring the deep valley between her braless breasts.
As he was sucking on her soft skin, his hands dipped down and touched her soft, smooth legs. Bringing them up, they glided along her legs until they were underneath her dress. Hermione tilted her head back and gasped like a whore. Her pussy had never been this wet in her entire life. Her useless husband had never brought her so much pleasure, and the Count hadn't even touched her naughty bits yet. His lips ascended and latched onto her exposed throat which made her moan even more. She was out of her mind with pleasure and didn't even realize that he had pulled her panties halfway down her thighs. She did realize it when he cupped her wet, naked pussy and began toying with it.
Harry smiled into her neck. When he had first arrived at the Masquerade Ball, his eyes swept the room looking for anyone that he recognized. Ron and Hermione were instantly spotted. His ginger hair immediately drew his eye. He had plans for Ron later, but for now, he had his eyes on his wife. He had already gotten Hermione fired from her job not so long ago. Now he was going to ruin her marriage, though from what he had heard, their marriage was already quite shaky. At least she still looked good.
Hermione's head dipped down, and she captured his lips as his fingers began stroking the length of her wet slit. She could feel the arousal rolling down the insides of her creamy, smooth thighs. One of his hands slid up and cupped her bare bottom. As he did this, her dress was lifted up and a cool breeze blew over her hot nether region. Hermione trembled violently when he pinched her clit. Unbeknownst to her, he funneled magic into his fingers and hit her with the pleasure version of the Cruciatus right in her clit. Her eyes bugged out, and her mouth opened but only a garbled high-pitched sound came out. Her body shook uncontrollably, and Harry knew what was about to happen. He grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her up. Placing her bare ass over the railing, he held her there as she finally cried out and squirted furiously. Torrents of girl cum sprayed out of her quivering pussy and rained down on the attendees below.
Important people of the wizarding world looked up only to see a mist dropping down on them and covering them in dampness. Those hoity-toity purebloods didn't realize that they were getting cummed on by a Mudblood whore.
Hermione had wrapped her arms around the Count as he held her up by her shapely ass. He made sure to turn her around in time so that she wouldn't see Ron looking at her with rage through the window of the door. Harry, however, looked straight at him. He smiled wickedly at the redheaded piece of shit. When he had charmed the door to keep others away, he made sure that Ron would be drawn to it. He nearly laughed when Ron pulled and pulled on the handle but was unable to open it. Using his hands, he spread her cheeks open and used a finger to circle the rim of her asshole. Ron was red-faced and shaking in anger. Harry waved goodbye as he apparated away with his wife.
Hermione flinched when she appeared in Harry's bedroom. Looking around quickly, she realized that she was now in a bedroom. Looking back to the Count, she blushed fiercely when she saw that he was completely nude. He was staring at her like a piece of fresh meat. Stroking the obscenely long cock in his hand, he slowly stalked over to her. Hermione stepped back until she fell back on his bed. She was about to get up when he grabbed her foot and removed her high heel. Grabbing the other, he quickly did the same. Next, he pulled her panties down the rest of the way and tossed them to the side.
"Count Montefeltro, I …" but Hermione wasn't given a chance to speak. Harry ripped her dress completely off of her with a single pull. Hermione squealed as her breasts jiggled, and she frantically tried to cover herself on instinct. Harry grabbed her by the back of her thighs and lifted her up. Hermione rose and rose while keeping her arms wrapped around her chest until her legs were resting over his broad shoulders. Looking down, she saw that his face was pressed right up against her naked cunt. When he began walking, she uncovered her tits and grabbed his hair so that she wouldn't fall off. Her back hit the wall with a thump, and before she could say anything, his tongue was already wiggling between her dripping pussy lips. Forgetting about her embarrassment, or the fact that she was cheating on her worthless husband, Hermione threw her head back and moaned as he tasted her for the first time. It had been so long since she had sex. It had been even longer since anyone had gone down on her. His tongue slithered around her wet hole hitting all of the spots that made her toes curl. Threading her fingers through his soft, black hair, she looked down and saw that his mask was off and his face shaking back and forth as he motorboated her dripping cunt. She looked away pink-cheeked and realized that she too was without a mask. She felt his hand leave her thigh and reach up to squeeze her tit. Hermione bit her lip as her eyes fluttered. His fingers were gently grazing against her incredibly hard nipple. She had always liked having them played with.
Suddenly, she gave off a high-pitched squeak as his lips captured her needy clit in a fiery kiss. Suction was added, as was his tongue, and when he pulled her clit with his lips, the tip of his warm tongue wiggled against the hardened nub. Hermione held onto him for dear life as her body trembled and shook. She could feel another orgasm approaching. When his finger touched her virgin asshole, she felt like a bolt of pleasurable lightning had struck her. Immediately, her back arched, and she stuck her chest straight out, presenting her glorious tits to the room. Her pussy fluttered against his lips, and she sprayed him in the face with her girl cum. Her moaning and squeaking continued even as he tossed her onto his bed. She spread her legs wide as her pussy contracted and squirted her juices all over the room. She watched as he crept closer to her, his long, thick cock sticking out menacingly, and his apple-sized testicles swaying with his movement. She rolled over onto her front and tried to crawl away. She was too sensitive and needed a moment to recover. Then out of nowhere, a blindfold appeared over her eyes. Try as she might, she was unable to pull it off. Then some ropes slithered around her ankles and wrists and held them tightly. She panicked and tried to pull out of them, but it was no use. She was about to turn to the Count when another rope tied itself around her hips and pulled them up.
Hermione gasped as more ropes tied themselves to sections of her body. Finally, her arms were pulled out, her thighs were spread as far as they could go, and her ass was lifted up into the air. Now she resembled a cat that was in heat. She was about to tell him to release her but was unable to when her wet panties were stuffed into her mouth. She was forced to taste herself and smell her own arousal as her face was pressed into the bed. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She didn't know what was about to happen.
Suddenly her cheeks were spread wide, and they seemed to stay that was as if magic were keeping them open. Hermione had never blushed so hard in her entire life. She knew that the Count was looking at her gaping pussy and puckered asshole. She was at least thankful that she had continued to remove the hair down there, even if her pussy hadn't been getting any use.
"I've heard rumors that you've been a naughty girl, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione heard him say in a calm, sing-song kind of voice. This didn't make her any less nervous. A wild gasp left her mouth only to be muffled by her soiled panties when she felt something tickling her asshole. It felt like a feather. Whatever it was, it tickled all around her virgin backdoor and down over her pussy. It was really beginning to feel good to her when something hit her.
SMACK!
Hermione squealed as a fiery pain erupted on her shapely ass-cheeks.
SMACK!
Hermione tried to cry out, but her panties were keeping her voice from being heard.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She was trying to beg her lover to stop spanking her, but her voice only came out as a pitiful moan. "Oh. You like that do you?" she heard him ask. She wanted to shake her head, but he cupped her naked pussy and squeezed it. "Oh my! You really are a naughty, little, whore, aren't you, Mrs. Weasley? You've dripped all over my hand!"
Hermione cried out miserably, her pussy fluttering and leaking not only from the pain and pleasure of the brutal spanking but also from the humiliation that she was forced to endure. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her sloppy wet slit, but when it brushed her clit, she exploded in the biggest orgasm that she had ever had by far. She screamed into her panties as she sprayed the room with her juices. As her body spasmed in pleasure, she felt the Count rub his monstrous cock up and down her slit. Having no other choice, she was forced to take the thick beast as inch after inch slid inside of her. He gave her no time to get used to his huge size. He grabbed her thin waist harshly and began power-fucking her. The treasonous bookworm was grunting as her body was repeatedly jerked forward as the power of thrusts made themselves known. Her toes were curling, and she shook her head rapidly as another orgasm rolled over her. She cried out again as her pussy creamed his thick cock. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out. She heard him whistle in amazement.
"You've creamed my cock up nicely," he told her. Hermione wanted to curl into a ball and die of embarrassment. "Well, since you've made me nice and slick," he said, and Hermione's eyes widened comically as the tip of his fat cock pressed into her virgin asshole. Her eyes clenched shut as she bit down on her panties. Her fists curled into balls as the head of his cock popped into her puckered hole. Slowly, inch after inch, he sank down into her. Her eyes had gotten watery from clenching them so tightly. Hermione felt incredibly full when he finally bottomed out. She let out a breath that she had been holding when he gave her time to get used to his size. Unfortunately for her, he continued to toy with her body. His hand slid down and rubbed her dripping pussy as his other hand cupped her breast. One hand rolled her hard clit while the other rolled her hard nipple. Hermione was mewling and chittering like never before. It seemed that the Count could play her body like a harp. Finally, when she was properly stretched, his hips began moving.
Her feminine grunts made him chuckle as he stuffed her asshole full of cock over and over again. Pulling out, he slammed his cock into her cunt and made her cum again quickly. Her cries and spasms made no difference to him because once his cock was covered in her ejaculations, he used them as lube to fuck her dirty hole once again. He reached down, and at first, she thought that he was going to remove her panties, but instead, his hand found her throat. Slowly his hand began to squeeze until her eyes were nearly popping out of her head. She couldn't breathe, and she was getting light-headed. She struggled to get him to let go, but when she had nearly passed out, he let her go. She sucked in a loud breath as he pulled her panties out of her mouth. Her asshole clenched his thrusting cock as her pussy tried to milk a cock that wasn't there. She moaned and whined like a miserable whore as she came again and again. When he stuffed himself deep into her butt, he squeezed her ass tightly as she felt him begin to fill her. He grunted and spurted his cum deep inside of her used asshole. Giving her ass a last few thrusts, he made sure to drain himself in her. Pulling out, he gave her ass a slap.
Now that her brutal fucking was over, she thought that he was going to free her so that they could lie down and cuddle. She was wrong. She was spun around to face him. She was now face to face with his soiled cock. Hermione turned green thinking about what he wanted. She was about to beg him to avoid that unappealing sex act when she was suddenly looking at her former best friend, Harry Potter. "It's time you repay what you owe," he told her smugly and thrust his slimy cock into her gob that was still open from the shock.
Chapter 2
Hermione was livid as she walked up the cobbled path to the very large and luxurious manor house. After spending the night with the person who turned out to be Harry, she went home and was raged at by her husband. He yelled and screamed and called her every name in the books. Of course, Hermione wasn't one to sit back and take that. She called him a few choice words until he blew up and kicked her out of the house. Only being a Muggleborn, there wasn't much that she could do. The prejudiced laws were in his favor, unfortunately. She didn't have very many friends and wasn't a high-roller in society. So Hermione decided to turn to the one person that may just help her. That was asking a lot after her betrayal of him if she were being honest. All she could do was ask.
The manor was massive and very pleasing to the eye. Even the lawn was perfectly groomed. All of it screamed wealth. When she finally got to the door, she knocked on it. After a moment, the door opened. Hermione raised an eyebrow at seeing Fleur's younger sister dressed up as a slutty French Maid. Deciding that that was a story for a different time, she asked where Harry was.
"Master Harry has been waiting for you. Up the stairs and to the left. His office is at the end of the corridor," Gabrielle told her before curtsying and leaving. Hermione shook her head and followed the blonde's directions. Going up the stairs, she turned left and walked to the end of the hallway. At the end, there was a door there. Knocking on it, she waited for a moment before it was opened. Harry stood there before her.
"Hermione," he nodded and opened the door further, letting her come inside. He ushered her to a chair and sat back on his.
"Ron saw us and kicked me out," she stated bluntly.
"That's a shame," Harry said calmly, not even looking at her. He was going through some paperwork.
"That's all you have to say?" Hermione asked, becoming rankled at his nonchalance.
"What should I say?" Harry responded.
"How about 'I'm sorry'?" Hermione bit out.
"But I'm not sorry," Harry told her, smiling slightly. "I'm actually quite glad."
"You are?"
"Of course. I'm going to destroy the lives of everyone who betrayed me. You're lucky that I let you off light so far," he threatened. Hermione looked at him and gulped. She knew that he had the power and money to back up his threats. "But you still owe me a great deal, and I intend to collect."
"Harry, I don't even have a place to live," she sighed. Harry got up out of his chair and stood behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. She gasped when he brushed his hand gently over the skin of her neck.
"Here's the deal, Hermione. You'll be staying here. For the next five years, you belong to me. You're mine. I'm going to fuck you however I want and whenever I want. You're my fucktoy. After that, I'll consider us even," he told her.
Hermione's face reddened. She was about to chastise him when his hand slid down the neck hole of her blouse, and he began groping her bra-covered tit. The audacity of him had rendered her speechless. He must have taken her silence for an agreement because right after, he tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her bottom hard when she squealed and kicked her legs. The hard slap had calmed her actions. She was sputtering when he tossed her on his bed facedown and pulled her panties down from under her skirt. She tried to get up and yell at him but was silenced once again when he began rubbing her hard clit. The only thing that came out of her mouth was a pitiful whine. "It's time to play with my new toy," he told her, pinching and pulling on her hardened nub.
She felt his magic traveling through her clit and right into her pussy. All that she could do was press her face to his bed and try to keep from cumming right away. Her pussy dripped her juices down the insides of her smooth thighs. "I only just started playing with you and already you're soaked," he teased, rubbing her wet pussy. Hermione's face turned beet-red, and she was thankful that she was at least facedown so that he couldn't see her embarrassment. Suddenly, she was rolled over onto her back, and she had his fingers stuffed into her. A loud gasp left her mouth as his fingers curled and brushed against her G-spot. His arm began moving rapidly as he ruthlessly fucked her with his fingers. Hermione's eyes fluttered, and she cried out while grabbing his moving forearm to get him to stop or at least slow down. The pleasure was too intense! When his magic slammed right into her G-spot. Hermione blacked-out while experiencing a vicious orgasm. Her unconscious body flopped around and spasmed as pussy juice sprayed from her contracting cunt. Harry smiled proudly as he watched her cum all over herself.
She didn't know what had happened. She woke up feeling a bit giddy but still out of it. She was lying on Harry's bed with her skirt hiked up and her panties down past her knees. Her legs were spread, and her entire crotch was wet with her juices. "On your feet," Harry ordered. She quickly got up. "Go collect your stuff then report to Gabrielle. She'll show you to your new room," Harry said, swinging his arm and spanking her bare bottom with a deafening crack. Hermione cried out in pain as she grabbed her ass. Quickly she pulled up her panties and made her way to the door. Halfway there, Harry stopped her.
"Hermione," he said. Hermione turned to him. He held out his hand. "Your panties. You won't be wearing them unless I give you permission."
Hermione blushed ferociously but bent down and slid her panties off. She walked up to him red-faced and placed her wet underwear in his outstretched hand. She turned and ran out the door in embarrassment. At least she had a place to stay now.
The Count
Ronald Weasley's hand was quivering as he knocked back another shot of firewhiskey. The bartender asked if he had had enough, but Ron every so politely told him to fuck-off. At a moment like this, he needed his favorite drink more than ever. He had caught his wife fucking another man, and if that wasn't bad enough, some very bad people were demanding that he pay back the money that he owed. Seventy-five hundred galleons wasn't an amount to sneeze at. He didn't know where he would get that kind of money.
His plan had been so simple. He had overheard a rumor that Puddlemere's star Keeper was going to be out the following game due to a sudden injury. All signs pointed to it being a "sure thing". Hell, he even did some research and found out that the Keeper was indeed being kept at St. Mungos in secret. If he placed a bet on Chudley, he could make a bloody fortune! The Cannons were a 30 to 1 underdog. When a man dressed in fancy robes walked into the bar and sat by him, they quickly started a conversation around his favorite subject, Quidditch. As it turned out, the guy was a loan shark operating out of Knockturn Alley. He was new to the area and was looking for customers. Ron volunteered as fast as possible. He'd place a substantial bet and make off like a bandit. He'd be able to quickly pay back the five thousand galleons plus fifty percent interest in no time. What could possibly go wrong?
As it turned out, everything. Somehow the Keeper made a miraculous recovery and played the best game of his life. The Cannons didn't score a single goal … if you didn't count the one that they accidentally scored in their own goalposts. He had cursed and cried, and now, he was in debt to a very, very bad man. Igor the Terrible is what people were calling him around here. Ron had been keeping his head down until he could find a way to pay it back. Tossing back the last shot that his money could buy, he got up and stumbled outside. He walked toward the apparation point while looking over both shoulders. He was just about in the clear when he was suddenly pulled into a dark alley.
"Oof!" Ron doubled over when he received a welcoming punch to the gut. He opened his mouth and vomited out all of his drink.
"Pleasant evening, isn't it, Mr. Weasley?" Ron recognized that voice. Ron looked up only to receive a punch in the face. He fell back and slammed the back of his head on the cobbled floor of the alley. Dazed, Ron just laid there for a moment until he could snap out of his daze. Shaking his head, he crawled to his hands and knees only to get kicked in the gut. Immediately, he collapsed back into his vomit.
"You owe me quite a bit of coin, Mr. Weasley," Igor told him. "I've been waiting patiently for you to stop by and settle your debt." Ron's blurry vision sharpened, and what he saw made his heart begin to hammer. Igor was holding a Beater's bat that had nails sticking out of it. "It seems that I was foolish to wait. I don't like being played for a fool."
A foot came down and crushed his hand. "Aaaaaaaaaargggggggh!" Ron yelled, grabbing his mangled hand and holding it close to his chest.
"You have three days Mr. Weasley. Either you pay what you owe or I'll find a way for you to repay me. I'll be waiting in my office. If I don't see you in three days … well, I believe I'll go see your family. I've been wanting to meet them," he said. The threat was clear. Ron would have no choice but to go and see him. Nodding quickly, Ron stumbled to his feet and ran to the Apparation point. When he had gone, Igor's face disappeared, only to be replaced by Harry Potter's. Harry chuckled happily. It had been ever so easy to play Ron for a fool. Dosing the Keeper with one of George's skiving snackboxes had been a genius ploy. He'd have to give Apolline a gift to thank her for that suggestion. It worked perfectly. Of course, The Count had his ear to the rumor mill and had heard about the Keeper's sudden illness. He went to the magical hospital and explained about the snackboxes and had given them the antidote. The Keeper recovered within seconds. Puddlemere was extremely grateful to The Count. He even received Top Box season tickets as a thank you.
Hiring some actors to get "overheard" by Ron was all too simple. After that, Harry did the rest. Now Ron was in his debt. Harry smiled wickedly. It was all starting to come to plan.
Once back home, Harry celebrated accordingly.
"Oh, FUCK!" Apolline yelled out as Harry fucked her ass. The older Veela was screaming into the bedsheets as Harry sculpted her asshole and rolled her clit with his fingers. Her back was arching, and her toes were curling as she came again and again. Her body was trembling wildly as her asshole squeezed his thick cock tightly. Harry grunted and pulled out.
"C'mere, Kitten!" he ordered, stroking his huge cock. Hermione crawled up to him completely naked except for a headband with cute, little cat ears on top and a long, fluffy tail that was connected to her with an anal plug. "Open up, Kitten. Enjoy your milk!" he teased.
Hermione tilted her head up and opened her mouth. She watched as Harry aimed while stroking his abnormally large penis. Spurt after spurt hit her in the back of the mouth as he continued to stroke himself, Hermione dutifully drank it down, and once he was dry, he stuffed his cock into her mouth to suck clean. Hermione did her duty and cleaned him of Apolline's fluids. As a thank you for her dedicated service, Hermione was allowed to lick Apolline's ass while Harry brutally fucked the bookworm's pussy. At least she had plenty of orgasms to look forward to, she thought as she squirted violently.
Chapter 3
Arthur Weasley was running down Main Street of Diagon Alley toward the Leaky Cauldron. He was moving as fast as he could, desperate to get home. He wasn't a young man anymore, so he was huffing and puffing when he had finally made it. Apparating away, he quickly appeared outside of his house, The Burrow. He ran up to the door and burst through.
"Molly!" he yelled out, trying to locate his wife.
"Arthur! What are you doing back from work so soon?" his wife asked as she came into the kitchen. She was wearing a flowery dress that he had seen a thousand times before.
"Trouble," he wheezed as he hunched over trying to catch his breath. He straightened up and tried to calm his rapid breathing.
"Trouble? What are you talking about?" Molly looked concerned. She followed her husband into the living room and sat next to him on the couch. When he had finally caught his breath, he told her.
"I received a letter from Gringotts. They're opening an investigation into some funds that had gone missing from Harry's bank account," he said nervously. "It won't take them long to figure out who all took money from him. They keep records of who visits a vault and when it is visited. We'll be forced to pay back the money with massive amounts of penalties and interest. If not …" he let those words hang.
Molly gulped loudly. She knew very well what would happen if that money wasn't paid. She remembered when her mother's uncle took something that didn't belong to him. He was taken down into the Goblin mines and never returned. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her and her family. They were good people, the cream of the crop if you will. They followed the light-side and had fought against the darkness for years. So they had taken gold from Harry's vault. They deserved to be paid for their loyalty. She never thought that she would be forced to repay that money. The amount wasn't insubstantial. If she remembered correctly, she had personally taken close to seventeen thousand galleons. Arthur had taken less, but she wasn't sure how much. She didn't even know how much her children had taken. They could worry about themselves. She had to worry about herself first.
Immediately, her mind went to how she was going to come up with that sum of money. "What do we do, Artie?" she asked, incredibly worried. Arthur shook his head and took off his spectacles. He rubbed the area between his eyes to help relieve the stress. He got up and walked to the fireplace. Tossing in some emerald green powder, the fire grew in intensity and turned the same color as the powder. "Albus Dumbledore!" Arthur called out before sticking his head into the fire.
The Count
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office going over some paperwork. Things weren't going well for the old man. It seemed that some of his illegal activities weren't paying off anymore. For many years, Albus had pilfered money from his followers including the Potters, the Weasleys, and even Professor McGonagall. He would take that money and invest it in the black market trade. He would use his connections to bring in illegal items and potions and have them sold for huge profits. Of course, he couldn't use his account at Gringotts to keep that money. The Ministry and Goblins could easily trace his indiscretions back to him. No, Albus had done the smart thing and set up a vault of his own. Eventually, he moved all of his money down into the Chamber of Secrets. The only one that could get to it was himself and only through fire-travel with Fawkes. He made sure of that the day he had hired some Goons to take out Harry Potter. Once the boy had removed the threat of Voldemort, Albus had removed the threat to himself.
He remembered the day very well. The goons had attacked the boy in a surprise attack. Everyone was killed in a massive blast. Harry's blood was found on the scene, and Albus's secret tracking devices showed that he was indeed dead. Albus cleaned up the mess and kept his head down. Once it became known that he was missing, Albus acted the part of the concerned grandfather and organized a massive search to find him. Of course, neither the boy nor his body was ever found. Unfortunately, that put an end to his ability to take from his vault.
Albus sighed as he read the report from his underling. His operation was crippled. A tip had all of his henchmen arrested and charged with various crimes. Not only that but now some heat was being brought down on him. He needed to clean up this mess before it became too big. A big, fat bribe should take care of things. Just then, his fireplace lit up.
"Albus!" a familiar voice rang out. Hiding his report, Dumbledore responded.
"Arthur. What a pleasant surprise. Would you like to come over for a spot of tea?" he offered, pouring himself a cup.
"No … no thank you. Albus, I'm in a spot of trouble. Gringotts is starting an investigation into some missing money from Harry's account," Mr. Weasley told him, his head bobbing in the fire. This made Dumbledore spin quickly toward him.
"Pardon?" he asked. "Did you say that the Goblins are getting involved?" he asked nervously.
"Yes, Albus!" Mr. Weasley practically yelled. "We took a bunch of gold because you said it would be alright! Now it's going to come back on us!"
Dumbledore sighed again. He knew that he couldn't let them take the fall, even though he was sorely tempted. The Weasleys would rat him out quicker than they emptied the Potter vaults. He had no choice but to help. Once he had spoken to Arthur a bit more, Dumbledore told him to wait for him at the Burrow. Calling Fawkes, Dumbledore flamed down to the Chamber. The moment that he arrived, he knew something was wrong. Looking over to the warded room that held his ill-gotten gains, his eyes widened when he saw that the entire wall was collapsed.
"No, no, NO!" Dumbledore ran faster than he ever had. Inspecting the area, he could see that there was nothing there. Not a single Knut was left.
"FUCK!" Dumbledore kicked a piece of brick in anger.
"Aaaaaaaargh!" he yelled as he hopped up and down holding his foot. Three broken toes were certainly painful. Sitting down on a large, broken piece of stone, he thought about what had occurred. He had no idea who could have done this. Harry was dead, and even if he wasn't, the wards around the entrance hadn't been tripped. It must have been that professional thief that had been making the rounds and robbing a good number of purebloods blind. Dumbledore knew that he was fucked. The Goblins would surely figure out that it was him robbing Harry. Hopefully, he still had enough in his Gringotts account to cover the recovery, fees, and bribes that would no doubt pile up. Looking at the wreck of his secret vault, he knew that there was no way that he could call in the DMLE for this. He'd have to answer a lot of questions that he didn't want to be asked.
"FUUUUUUUCK!"
The Count
Fawkes flew over the grand manor and flamed down. With a burst of fire, he appeared on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked over and smiled.
"I take it that the old man discovered what we did?" Harry asked. Fawkes chirped loudly, rubbing his plumed head against Harry's cheek. Harry chuckled. "Well, as promised, you'll get your spoils. Just go to my private island. There's a team of House Elves working there. I've already told them to give you as many prickly pears as you want." Fawkes trilled happily and disappeared in a burst of flame. No doubt he would soon be enjoying the warm sun and delicious fruit.
Harry knew that Dumbledore would soon find out. The Goblins had agreed to look into the issue, so Harry knew that the Weasleys would be desperate to quickly pay that money back. Failure to do so could mean a lifetime of toiling in the Goblin mines. The only place that they could turn would be Dumbledore. Of course, the old man had just as much to worry about as they did. It would be in everyone's best interest if the money was returned. Now that Dumbledore no longer had the means to easily pay back what they stole, Harry expected a call from Arthur very soon. He made sure that people knew that they could turn to the Count in a time of need. However, only the truly desperate would dare come to him, after all, the Count doesn't give charity.
The Count
Arthur Weasley was absolutely fuming with anger. That piece of shit Dumbledore basically left them out to dry. He walked into his bedroom and sat next to his wife on the bed.
"Did you speak with the Count?" Molly asked worriedly.
"Yes," Arthur sighed. "He agreed to see us."
Molly breathed in a sigh of relief. Arthur saw this and said, "Don't breathe easy just yet. Who knows what the Count will demand."
"I know. Whatever it is, it couldn't be worse than the Goblin mines," she added. At least with this, Arthur could agree.
Around the time that they needed to leave, both got dressed and apparated away. They walked up the long, cobbled path and visually took in the wealth on display. When they knocked on the door, a House Elf answered. They were quickly ushered in and told to wait. Both sat side by side on a luxurious couch. Just then, the imposing Count walked in.
"Greetings," he said, nodding his head at them. Both stood up and greeted him properly. They sat back down on the couch, and he sat on a leather chair.
"I've heard rumors that you're in a bit of a jam with the Goblins. I take it that that's why you're here?" he asked. Arthur nodded. "How much?" he asked bluntly. Arthur knew what he was asking.
"I'll be needing roughly thirty-thousand galleons," Arthur pitifully admitted with his head down. The Count whistled then chuckled.
"That's quite the sum. What kind of collateral do you have?" Arthur had already thought about this. Both he and Molly had talked this over.
"Well … we have the deed to our house, The Burrow, and the land connected to it," he stated.
The Count nodded his head. "A decent start. What else?"
Molly looked at her husband and silently urged him to go on. "My wife will become your Concubine," he said with clenched fists. They had talked about this. If the money wasn't paid to the Goblins, they were as good as dead. If they didn't pay back the Count, at least Molly would remain alive and relatively well-off. They didn't know what would happen to Arthur.
The Count held up his hand and snapped his finger. A House Elf appeared with a contract. Harry quickly filled in the details. "I'll cover the cost of repaying the Goblins. In return, if you haven't paid me back in full in a year's time, I'll take possession of both your house and your wife." He held out the contract for Arthur to sign. An angry, red-faced Arthur snatched the blood quill and sighed the contract, as did his wife.
The Count smiled wickedly. "If you had read the contract before signing, you would have seen the clause that says that I get to sample the goods, so to speak. Arthur's eyes bugged out before looking at his copy. It did indeed state that. He was about to get up and give the Count a good thrashing when his body became frozen. The only thing that he could move was his head. He could only watch as the Count got up and pulled his wife to her feet.
"Get your hands off of her!" he raged. The Count had Molly turned to face him while he was standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders.
"Oh? I take it that you want the contract voided? Very well. You can deal with the Goblins on your own." He was about to rip the contract in half when Molly stopped him.
"Wait!" she cried out. If he ripped up that contract, their lives would be over. "It's okay, Arthur. I don't mind," she told her husband, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt the Count lean in and press his lips against the back of her head.
"Good girl," he whispered and inhaled the scent of her hair. His hands slid down until they cupped her dress-covered breasts. Giving them a squeeze, Molly squeaked out. Suddenly, she felt a pulse of magic and her dress slid down around her ankles, as did her panties. Her bra popped off and fell to the floor as well.
Mr. Weasley sat there and watched with gritted teeth when the Count slid his hand down Molly's belly and cupped her naked pussy. "Your hair is so thick," he teased as his fingers threaded through her thick pubic hair. Arthur watched as Molly blushed something fierce. The Count clenched his fist and grabbed a handful of her pubes before giving them a slight pull. His wife cried out in pain, but Arthur had a keen eye and saw a bead of arousal roll down the inside of her thick thigh. His hands slid up her sides until they cupped her large breasts. He whistled in appreciation. "Just look at these milk-bags!" he said happily, juggling them up and down.
Arthur wanted to kill the man for playing with his wife in such a way. Unfortunately, his own actions led to this predicament. He was forced to watch as the bastard jiggled her large tits and slapped them together. He pinched and pulled on her nipples, making Molly quiver in delight. With every humiliating action, the insides of her creamy thighs were getting wetter and wetter. Her husband raged internally that he had never been able to arouse her in such a way. Molly clamped her thighs together around his hand when he began rubbing her. He could tell that she was trying to hold in a moan, but it was becoming even more difficult when his fingers brushed over her engorged clit. Her body was trembling and shuddering as he toyed with her. Suddenly, he noticed that the Count was naked as well, and with a mighty thrust that had clapped against Molly's thick ass, Arthur saw what had to be the largest cock in the world popped out from between her thighs.
The Count grunted as he began thrusting. Arthur watched in shock as his cock pulled back, and his thick, bulbous head brushed against her clit. When he pushed forward, inch after inch erupted from between her thighs, completely coated in her juices. He looked Molly in the eyes. Quickly she turned her head in embarrassment. Faster and faster the bastard thrust, fucking his wife's thighs and stimulating her pussy at the same time. Out of nowhere, he reached down and lifted her up by the back of her thighs. Molly squealed in surprise as her legs were spread wide open. Arthur could see every hole that she possessed.
"Help me stick it in you cheating whore," the Count teased. Molly reached down and grabbed his long, fat cock and pressed the tip to her weeping cunt. With a single thrust, Molly was speared on his fat cock while he began to fuck her. The Count walked closer to him and held her right in front of him. He was face to face with her cock-stuffed pussy. There was no way that he could miss the fact that the Count's cock was streaked with his wife's white cream. Soon, Molly was unable to hold in the moans and cries of pleasure.
"I'm sorry, Artie!" she cried out, her toes curling, and her pussy clamping down on his thrusting cock. She continued to squeal as her pussy dripped lewdly all over her husband's lap, and she orgasmed over and over again. It seemed that she was now held in place by magic because the Count reached down and pulled his cock out. Arthur opened his mouth to yell at him only to receive a mouthful of cum. The Count gave him the first facial of his life. He gasped and gagged as spurt after spurt of cum hit him all over his face. The bastard just laughed at his humiliation.
"Don't worry, Artie! I'll clean you up," he teased and shoved his cock deep into his wife's asshole with a single thrust. Molly's eyes widened when it felt like pure pleasure was hitting her in the ass and pussy at the same time.
"FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Molly yelled out, her back arching violently.
Arthur spat out a glob of cum only to look up and get hit in the face by his squirting wife. He choked as his mouth filled with her juices as she sprayed him down and drenched him in her cum. He didn't know how long that he was choking, but when he looked up, the Count was cumming in his wife's asshole as she came harder than she had in her life. Unceremoniously, he dropped Molly down on the couch next to him. She landed face down with her ass up in the air. Arthur could see her gaping hole with cum leaking out.
"Remember the terms of our agreement," he warned and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Arthur was tumbling onto the hard, grass-covered ground. Looking around, he saw that he was just outside of the manor's ward-line. He could move again, and Molly was next to him, completely nude. Luckily, her clothes were piled close by, and there was no one else around. He quickly dressed her and apparated away. Once he placed his still-orgasming wife in their bed, he promised that the Count would one day pay for this humiliation.
Chapter 4
Draco Malfoy was hiding around the corner and occasionally peering around. All in all, he looked very much like a suspicious character. The bleach blonde watched carefully as his "business partner" buried a box full of items that they were supposed to sell the following day. Draco snickered to himself. The poor sod was so naive.
One day Draco was hanging out at his favorite bar located deep in Knockturn Alley. He was enjoying a glass of firewhiskey when he spotted a pair of men sitting in the corner. They were looking around to make sure that they weren't spotted. Draco shook his head. By doing that, they drew even more attention to themselves. None of that matter to him of course, but what did matter was the glinting black knife that one passed to the other. Draco watched in utter shock. He knew exactly what that knife was. It once belonged to his father. Where his father got it, he didn't know. Draco was obsessed with it as a child but was never allowed to play with it, and for good reason. That knife carried many different curses. It was too dangerous to play with, especially for a child. He had hoped that it would pass to him after his father's death, but unfortunately, his father had to sell it once the Dark Lord had come back. The Dark Lord demanded more and more money from them, and his father had no choice but to comply. Little good it did him. The Dark Lord was dead and his father was crippled and confined to Malfoy Manor. At least he was spared prison by the idiots in the Ministry. Those morons never learned.
When the transaction was done, the man took the knife and disappeared out the door. The sack of gold that the man received was enormous. If he had to guess, he would say that the sack was enchanted to be bigger on the inside. There very well could be a small fortune in that bag. The thought made Draco lick his lips. He needed gold. The Malfoys weren't doing so well financially speaking. The Dark Lord had drained them dry, and what was left was paid as bribes to the Ministry members that let them walk free after his downfall. Since then, it was up to Draco to set the family straight since his father was out of action. Needless to say, he wasn't the man that his father was. Everything he did turned to shit. If he didn't do something soon, his manor may get taken away from not paying taxes. That was something that he couldn't bribe his way out of. Too many Ministry employees dipped their greedy hands into the tax money. Thankfully, it seemed that a rainbow landed at his feet and delivered a pot of gold. All he had to do was figure out how to get it.
It turned out that it was surprisingly easy. He just sat down at his table and bought the man a drink. One thing led to another and the topic of dark artifacts came up. The man was looking for a partner, so Draco immediately volunteered. As a tryout, Draco was made to put up half the gold to buy the next shipment. He spent the last four thousand galleons that he had and went with him to pick up the shipment. Once secured, they took the items to a place near Hogsmeade to bury them until they could be sold. Seeing the man bury them, Draco told him that he had business that he couldn't be late for. The man nodded and said that he would send an owl when they needed to meet up. Draco apparated away, but not far. He reappeared behind the nearby building and watched the man continue to bury the items. He was burying them right next to an old cabin that he used as a safe house. Once buried, the man went inside to presumably relax. Draco smirked and pulled out his wand. Walking over he waved his wand, removed the freshly dug dirt, and retrieved the box of illegal items. A large smile blossomed on Malfoy's face. Sure, he'd most likely have to erase that guy's memory, or possibly even kill him, but that mattered little at the moment. Right now, all of his problems were over, he smugly smiled while patting the box lovingly. He was about to knock on the door and ambush the guy when a dozen or so pops were suddenly heard. Spinning around, he saw a large group of Aurors apparate in.
"Shit!" he cursed and tried to apparate out. He found that he was unable to. One of the Aurors must have tossed up an anti-apparation ward. Swinging his wand out, he fired a curse at the closest one before turning to run. Of course, Malfoy was never the brightest boy. As soon as his back was turned, he was hit with at least six different hexes. Falling to the ground, he cried out in pain.
"Well, well, well … look at what we have here," a snide voice said gleefully. "It seems that little tip we received was right after all. Looks like we caught ourselves a ferret!"
The rest of the Aurors laughed at his expense. Malfoy gritted his teeth. "Fuck you, Macmillan!" They continued to laugh at him while magic-resistant cuffs were placed on him. One of the men checking the box whistled in appreciation.
"With the number of dark items here he could be looking at twenty years!"
"Those aren't mine!" Malfoy spat out, dirt and grass getting into his mouth.
"Oh? Then who's are they?" Macmillan asked.
"The guy in the shack!" Malfoy snitched. They went in and looked and came back with nothing.
"Find anything?" Macmillan asked.
"Nothing. The entire place is covered in a thick layer of dust. No one's stepped foot inside in years," the woman answered. "Just as we suspected, Malfoy's trying to weasel out of Azkaban again."
"Don't worry. From what I've heard, the Malfoy's can't afford to buy their freedom this time," Macmillan said happily, pulling Malfoy painfully to his feet. Draco thrashed and spat angrily.
"I was set up! It's not my fault!" he yelled angrily before getting punched in the gut by one of the bigger blokes.
"I've been waiting years to do that," he said, laughing along with the others. They apparated away with their new prisoner in tow.
The Count
Harry apparated back to his manor and quickly removed the disguise that he was wearing. The fake beard was making his face itchy. Smiling to himself, he went over what he had just seen and heard in his head. Malfoy was in some shit now, he laughed to himself. Harry walked into the secret room where he kept his items that were of a questionable nature. He placed his disguise in there. Tricky Malfoy had been all too easy. The boy had always been a greedy idiot. Harry just took advantage of his shortcomings. While there was a small chance that Malfoy would remain free, the chances weren't looking good. Hell, he almost wished that he would. It was fun messing with the blonde ponce. Harry picked up the hefty sack of gold that once belonged to Draco but now belonged to him.
"Easiest four grand I ever made," he chuckled to himself.
He was served dinner by the youngest Delacour daughter and received a blowjob under the table while he ate. He really needed to bring Fleur into the fold. All in good time, he reminded himself. When he was having his evening whiskey and cigar, a rather exuberant owl came flying through the open window and crash-landed on the table, spilling cigar ashes all over the place. Harry sighed. He helped the small owl and removed the letter. He gave the owl some treats along with a few sips of his nearby water before letting it rest for a moment. Opening the letter, he saw that it was from Narcissa Malfoy. Harry raised an eyebrow. The Malfoys must be worse off than he thought if they were using a budget owl. Quickly reading it, he smiled when he found that she needed to meet with him urgently, as in that very night. He guessed that it had something to do with her moronic son. He jotted down a reply and attached it to the owl before setting it free. Harry decided to take a quick shower before their meeting.
When the time came, Gabrielle announced their presence. "Monsieur, Narcissa Malfoy is 'ere to see you." Harry nodded.
"Send her in," he ordered. Gabrielle left his office and a short time later, there was a knock at the door. Going over, he opened it to find the sexy MILF, Narcissa Malfoy. He took her by the hand and kissed the top. "Lady Malfoy," he dipped his head to her. She immediately curtsied.
"Count Montefeltro," she returned his greeting. "It's wonderful to meet you."
"Likewise," he said, leading her to the seat across from his desk. Once she sat down, he sat in his chair. "Now, what can I do for you? It must be urgent from the tone of your letter."
"Indeed it is," she admitted. "It's my son."
"Oh? And how is Draco? I've not yet had the pleasure of meeting him," he lied easily.
"I won't lie to you, Count. He's gotten himself into a bit of trouble. He's facing several years in prison at least!" she panicked as the situation settled in on her.
"Dear heavens! That's terrible news," he pretended to be concerned. "But what has that got to do with me?"
"I've contacted an old friend at the Ministry. He said that he could get the prison time down to a few months and a hefty fine, but … well …"
"You need to grease his palms, so to speak," Harry smiled.
"That's correct. I'm sure that you know how these things work," she sighed.
"Indeed I do. So how much do you need?"
Narcissa winced. "Thirty-five hundred galleons."
Harry whistled appreciatively. "While that's not a pittance by any means, I would have thought that your family had more than enough to cover that."
Narcissa blushed brightly. She looked as if she didn't want to admit it, but had no choice. "My son lost the last of our gold in a bad business deal."
Harry got up out of his chair and walked behind Narcissa. He placed his hands on her delicate shoulders, which made her jump. Slowly he began massaging. "Now, now, Narcissa. There's no need to worry."
He felt her tense for a moment before relaxing. "I take it from the fact that you didn't ask one of your friends for help that you wish to form a partnership with me?" Harry asked. He knew why she didn't ask them for help. She had no real friends. Being broke practically cut her off from the high society folks that she used to roll with, and if she did have a friend or two, she would likely be too embarrassed to ask them for money.
Narcissa was barely able to hold back a gasp. She knew what he was asking. That was basically pureblood talk for "if I help you, you'll be my secret mistress from now on". She didn't have to think about it for long. If her son stayed in prison for too long, her family was doomed. They were already hanging by a thread, and as dumb as Draco was, he was able to keep the vultures from picking at the rotting carcass that was the Malfoy family. She took a deep breath and smiled. Standing up, she got very close to the Count. "That's exactly what I was hoping for," she tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible.
"Wonderful," Harry smiled. "Then let me show you upstairs where we can consummate our arrangement. Nodding, Narcissa took his outstretched hand. He led her upstairs and into his room where a large, comfortable-looking bed awaited her. He stood behind her and undid her robe fastenings. Suddenly, they dropped down and pooled at her high-heeled feet. She was standing in front of him in only her lacy, black bra and panties with matching stockings and heels. She blushed madly when he whistled appreciatively. He must have thought that she chose this just for him, she thought. Suddenly, she felt his lips at the side of her neck. She shuddered at the sensation, having gone for years without any kind of intimate contact. When his hands slipped up her belly, her body betrayed her, and she arched her back. Presenting her bra-covered tits to him, it was an invitation that he wasn't going to turn down. His hands squeezed and groped her round, full tits, and when he got annoyed at the material covering them, he unclasped it and let it fall to the ground.
Spinning her around roughly, his head dipped and captured her light pink nipples between his lips. Narcissa bit her lip sexily and tried to keep from making too many noises. It wouldn't be proper. She was a pureblood princess after all. The Count was making it hard on her though. His teeth lightly nipped at the hard nubs, and when he used his teeth to gently pull them, Narcissa felt her pussy begin to wet her panties. One of his hands grabbed her damp panties and tugged them down. That same hand reached under her from behind and began toying with her quivering cunt.
"My, my. A proper pureblooded woman like you shouldn't be this wet," he teased her, pulling his hand from between her legs and showing her his fingers. Narcissa blushed wildly while looking at his arousal-coated digits. When he spread his fingers apart, she could see her arousal string between his parted fingers. She didn't say a word. All she could do was step out of her panties and climb onto the bed when he led her there. She was about to turn over onto her back when he stopped her. "Stay like that," he commanded.
Narcissa buried her face in the bed. Having her ass up in the air definitely wasn't proper for a Lady like her. She gasped when he roughly spread her knees apart and pressed her chest to the bed. Now, only her ass was up in the air. "For the inaugural event of our partnership, I feel that something special is in order," he said happily.
Narcissa heard something squirting and looked over her shoulder. She saw him rubbing lubricant all over his obscenely huge penis. She shivered at the thought of taking that beast in her tight, little pussy. It was slightly insulting, however, that he thought that she couldn't get wet enough. She may not be the youngest girl around, but she could still please a man. Suddenly, her heart began to hammer in her chest when he rubbed some of that lube all over her virgin asshole. Hiding her face again, she closed her eyes. Obviously, she had to go through with it, for her family's sake. She was extremely nervous, and when he slid his finger into her hole, she squealed and bucked her body.
"Relax, Cissy," he tried to calm her. "This will feel good after a bit, I promise."
She nodded her head and continued to hide her face when his finger pistoned in and out of her puckered hole. Her hands were gripping the bedsheets as her body squirmed back and forth. The slick sound of his finger penetrating her asshole embarrassed her to no end, but she resolved herself to continue. After a few minutes, she found herself enjoying the sensation. Her trembling body caused her hard nipples to rub against his silk sheets further adding to the pleasure. She gasped and moaned into the sheets as he went knuckle deep in her. Finally, he pulled his finger out and replaced it with something much, much bigger. Her quiet wail of pain was muffled by the bed as inch after inch slowly sank into her. To her, it felt as if she were about to be split in half. It felt as if she were getting stuffed. She had never felt so full. Once he was balls deep, he asked her, "So, how does it feel, Cissy?" He seemed to enjoy teasing her.
"Strange," she shuddered.
"How about now?" he asked, reaching under her and rolling her soaked clit between his fingers. Her high-pitched squeal was the only answer she gave as her pussy fluttered over a cock that wasn't there. She could feel herself dripping all over his hand. Giving her pussy one final rub, he coated his hand in her juices. Then, out of nowhere, his wet hand came down and slapped her pureblooded ass!
WHACK!
Narcissa squealed in pain and pleasure. She looked back wildly as if to dare him to do it again, only for another to collide with her shapely bottom. He pushed her head down by the back of her neck and began to slowly piston in and out of her stretched asshole. A cry of pleasured pain escaped her lips as the Count claimed her last bit of virginity. All too soon he was fucking her with wild abandon. Narcissa was gasping and shuddering out of breath as his hip connected with her tight ass. Next, he reached under her and viciously rubbed her throbbing clit. Her eyes fluttered as she wailed into his bed. Violent squirts of girl cum rained from her cumming pussy, but the brute didn't stop. Her ass cheeks were rippling as he power fucked the pureblood princess. She tried to yell out that it was too much, but her voice didn't seem to work at the moment. Her body was trembling violently from the repeated orgasms that she was experiencing. Mercifully, he pulled out and slid deep into her pussy. Narcissa grunted unladylike when he spurted his seed into her, filling her up as his fingers rubbed circles over her engorged clit. Her pussy clamped down hard on him as she passed out from pleasure and a lack of breathing.
Seeing her collapse, Harry chuckled. He pulled out and wiped his cock off on her hip. Lying next to her, he smiled to himself. Things couldn't have worked out better if he had tried. He listed the benefits in his head.
-Malfoy gets to spend a few months in prison.
-When Malfoy gets released, Harry gets to fuck with him again.
-After giving Narcissa the money that she requires, he still has an extra 500 galleons of Malfoy's gold.
-Draco basically paid him to take his hot mother as his own personal whore!
Harry was giddy while he waited for Narcissa to wake up. He couldn't wait to mess with the Malfoys again. Maybe he would take a few shots at old Lucius next.
Chapter 5
Harry was walking at a brisk pace through the cobbled lanes of Knockturn Alley. Cloaked with his hood up, he perfectly blended into the sparse crowd that hurried to their destinations. Night had fallen and no one wanted to be out on the streets after dark. Harry learned that Knockturn Alley wasn't nearly as bad as people made you believe, at least during the day. At night, the side alleys were filled with prostitutes, pimps, drug dealers, thieves, and every other type of criminal imaginable. All in all, it wasn't all that different from the muggle world.
Going between two seedy-looking shops, Harry made his way all the way to the end before seeing his target.
"Got what I asked for?" Harry asked abruptly. Time was money after all, and he had much better places to be than an alley that smelled strongly of stale piss. The man passed him a thick scroll.
"Had them both followed for an entire month. Everything's written down," the grizzled-looking man grunted. Harry nodded his head.
"Good. Your gold," he replied, tossing the man a big sack of jingling coins. With the transaction done, both left at the same time, keeping vigilant unless they curse each other in the back. No one could be trusted in a dark alley. Placing the scroll into his magically enlarged cloak pocket, Harry left the alley and journeyed back to the relative safety of Diagon Alley. Once he reached the apparition point, he disappeared.
Harry reappeared directly in his bedroom, and the soft pop woke up his bed partner. A completely nude Gabrielle Delacour yawned cutely before rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Looking at him tiredly, she asked, "What time is it, mon amour?"
"Eleven at night," Harry smiled in response. He chuckled when she groaned, clearly annoyed at being awakened so soon. He watched as she quickly switched from annoyed to seductive. Gabrielle didn't hold onto any particular emotion for too long. She was a bit of a strange character if he did say so himself. That was one of the reasons that he liked having her around. She kept him on his toes. His eyes followed her movement as she parted her creamy, smooth thighs and showed off her hairless pussy, Reaching down, she used her fingers to spread her plump lips and reveal her light pink insides. He watched as one finger rubbed circles around her hardened clit. Her breathing intensified, and her nipples hardened under his gaze. Very soon, she was mewling as her breath hitched.
"Come back to bed, 'Arry" she moaned sexily. "As you can see, I am ready for you." Gabrielle placed her legs together and lifted them up. Shaking her cute bottom, he marveled at the way her pussy lips pressed together, making them tighter than they already were. She bent her knees down and wiggled her little toes at him. Needless to say, he was out of his clothes and into the bed faster than you could say Blibbering Humdinger. His revenge could wait until tomorrow.
The Count
Harry sat at his ornate and expensive desk sipping a cup of tea as he went over the report that his business associate compiled for him. The information that it contained was eye-opening. His revenge against the Weasley family continued with his research on both Bill and Fleur. He already knew that Fleur wasn't getting along with her mother and sister. In fact, it had been several years since they had even spoken. That wasn't his concern, however.
What did concern him was when they had both taken gold from him and used it to have a month-long honeymoon while traveling around the world. That annoyed him severely. If they wanted to have a whirlwind romance, that was fine, but they needed to do it on their own dime. It did give him some satisfaction to see that things weren't going too well for the couple. While Fleur was still beautiful, her husband had begun to let himself go. Just like his father, Bill had begun to show early signs of baldness. Not only that, but his gut was getting bigger by the year.
Instead of considering himself lucky by having a smoke show like Fleur, he liked to spend his time frequenting a certain strip club that opened up a few years back down at the far back of Knockturn Alley. This information he could use. Now he just needed to decide how far to go with them. Both were guilty of theft, though it was Bill that had done the actual stealing of the gold. That being said, it may already be out of his hands. It seemed that Bill was biting off a lot more than he could chew, according to the report. He'd figure it out later, he thought as he continued with his preparations.
The Count
Bill was bobbing his head causing his long, red hair to dance about. The music was thumping and the lights were flickering as Amethyst shook her sweet ass on stage. Bill had had his eye on a few girls in the club, but Amethyst was by far his favorite. Her long black hair, her long legs, and olive-colored skin constantly had his cock hard. He shifted in his seat, trying to rearrange his erection to a more comfortable position. The girl spun around the metal pole in the center of the stage and shook her sexy ass right at him. Looking over her shoulder, she winked at him and blew him a kiss. Immediately, his heart began hammering in his chest. He had been trying to work his magic with her for months, and now it seemed like his persistence was paying off. All he had to do was wait until she was finished dancing, then he'd ask her for a lapdance. Sure, he'd have to shell out five galleons for the privilege, but she was worth it.
Unfortunately, he wasn't ever satisfied with a single lapdance from the dark-haired goddess. One often turned into two, then three, and so on and so on. When you added the constant alcohol consumption and the expensive gifts that he bestowed upon the Mediterranean beauty, his bank account was in very bad shape. That was a fact that he desperately tried to hide from his wife. She'd ask questions for sure, and he damn sure didn't want to answer them. To hide his excessive spending, he had to do things that were more than a little dangerous. He was stealing from the Goblins. Anyone with half a brain knew that that was a big no-no. If discovered, his life would be forfeit, or more likely, he'd spend the rest of his miserable life toiling away in the Goblin mines deep below the earth. It was in his best interest to keep them from finding out.
Once she was done dancing, she came over and of course, Bill paid for several lapdances with money that he could ill afford to give away. When the night ended and the club closed, he was around the corner taking a piss before walking back to the apparation point. When he was done, he took a few steps before coming face to face with the lovely Amethyst.
"Where are you going, Billy?" she asked seductively, running her fingers through his thinning hair.
"Umm … Back home. The club closed," he said drunkenly. Amethyst pouted cutely.
"Alright. But not before a goodnight kiss," she said, leaning in and kissing him deeply. Immediately, his hands were all over her body. As he palmed her shapely ass, he didn't notice the shady-looking character hiding in the shadows, nor did he hear the clicking of a camera.
The Count
Fleur was beside herself. After her husband came home drunk the previous night, he fell fast asleep. The next morning an urgent message came via owl, and when she showed Bill, his face turned white as snow. He quickly got out of bed and got dressed. He assured her that everything was alright, but he had to go to Gringotts and clear up a misunderstanding. She hadn't heard anything from him for hours. It was only when a summons showed up that she understood the gravity of the situation. Getting dressed, she too went to the bank.
Once there, she was ushered into the manager's office where her husband was shackled.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Fleur exclaimed, pointing to her husband.
"Your husband has been caught stealing, Mrs. Weasley. That's the meaning of this," the mean-looking Goblin told her. Fleur too turned as white as a sheet.
"Non! There must be some mistake ... " she said with a great deal of distress.
"There is no mistake. We received an anonymous tip late last night and spent hours figuring out his scheme."
"You must be mistaken! We have very little gold to our name!" a distressed Fleur told the Goblin. The Goblin just laughed. He tossed a folder onto the desk in front of her. Fleur looked confused.
"Go ahead, Mrs. Weasley. Take a look," he said, indicating to the folder. Fleur did just that. With shaky hands, she grabbed the folder and opened it up. Pulling out what was inside, her heart dropped into her stomach. There were dozens of pictures of Bill with another woman. She looked to her husband in shock. Bill just looked away, not wanting to meet her gaze.
"He's been spending thousands of galleons on this woman. She's a dancer over at Club Amortentia. Lapdances, the finest champagne, expensive gifts … he spared no expense," the Goblin growled menacingly, looking over to him. "Unfortunately, the money that he spent belonged to us, and we wish to get it back."
"What is going to happen to 'im?" Fleur asked, knowing that there was no way that they would be able to pay the money back.
"That depends on how much we're compensated. If we receive nothing, then he'll likely spend the rest of his life working off the debt. Since you're his wife, you now carry half the debt. With fees, interest, and penalties, your half comes to an even five thousand galleons."
Fleur needed to sit down. Five thousand galleons! Ten thousand for the both of them. From working with the Goblins, she knew that they wouldn't wait long for payment. Who had that kind of money?
The Count
Harry watched as the lovely Apolline licked around Hermione's back hole. He could see the bookworm biting her lip to keep from making perverse sounds of pleasure. Just then, an owl flew in through the window and interrupted their fun time. The bird landed right on Hermione's back and looked up at Apolline, raising its leg. The older Veela removed the letter before the bird hopped off of Hermione and flew away.
"It appears that you were right, 'Arry," Apolline smiled. Harry found it hard to meet her eyes when her beautiful chest was on full display. "My wayward daughter 'as turned to me in 'er time of need."
Apolline moaned when Hermione spun around and began kissing and licking her creamy, pale thighs while she kneeled on the bed. Harry nodded.
"Yes, I figured she would. Now, just write her back and tell her what we discussed." Apolline quickly got to work. Harry needed to do something nice for Amethyst. That girl was a top-notch spy for him, and her information-gathering was unmatched. Drunk men talked a lot, after all.
The Count
It was later that night when Fleur walked down the cobbled path. Having no choice, she had talked to her mother. She hadn't spoken to her or Gabrielle in several years now. Not since they insulted Bill and the rest of the Weasley clan. It turned out that maybe they weren't completely wrong. Regardless, her mother didn't have the gold on hand, but her friend did. Fleur was shocked to find out that she was the mistress of the famous Count of Montefeltro. Her mother bluntly told her that a spot was open for her if she wished to fill it. Fleur really didn't want to, but after a moment of thought, decided to write back and agree to his terms. What Fleur really wanted was to get both her and Bill off the hook so she could demand answers from him. The only way to do that was to spread her legs for the enigmatic man. As she neared the door, it opened revealing her sister Gabrielle.
"Gabby! What are you doing 'ere?" Fleur asked, shocked at what her sister was wearing.
"Serving the Count," she answered shortly. "Now, let me take you to 'im." It seemed that Gabrielle was still more than a little irritated with her. Gabby ushered her older sister up to his room where he was waiting.
"That will be all. Thank you, Gabrielle," Harry said, sending her along. "Now Fleur, I have the contract here if you wish to read it," he said, holding out the paper. Fleur took it and read it over. Ten thousand Galleons for two years of service, just as he said. Nodding, she took the blood quill and signed it, wincing as her skin was sliced open. "You know what to do?"
"Yes, monsieur," Fleur said, opening her robe to reveal her completely nude body. Kneeling down in front of him, he placed a silk, lace choker around her slender neck that was emblazoned with his house coat of arms on it. Now everyone would know who she belonged to. Suddenly, he was behind her, brushing her long, blonde hair out of the way.
"We're going to have such fun tonight, little flower," he whispered to her, kissing her soft shoulders. Fleur was trembling from nervousness. She wasn't as experienced as people would believe. She had only ever been with a couple of guys before, including her husband. Her body jumped when his hands started at her hips and worked their way up her slim waist until they cupped her double D-sized tits. Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed over her rapidly hardening nipples one after another. He hefted them and juggled them in his palms, feeling the weight of them. He squeezed them and slapped them together, making her flesh ripple under the assault. Fleur was blushing from the perverse way that he was treating her innocent body.
"Are you enjoying this?" Harry teased, juggling her large tits in his hands. Fleur shook her head, her face turning pinker by the minute. "Are you sure?" he asked, his hand slipping down her belly, and stopped for a moment to toy with her sensitive belly button. Fleur shuddered at the sensation, and when his hand lowered down and cupped her naked pussy, she gasped loudly. She was unable to hold back a moan when his fingers traveled the length of her wet slit. Lifting his hand up, he showed her how wet that it was. "Seems to me that you like it just fine, Mrs. Weasley."
Fleur was unable to respond out of sheer embarrassment. She tried to hide her face, but her assailant was having none of that. Throwing her over his shoulder, Fleur squealed and kicked her legs in surprise. She was hushed by a hard slap on her shapely bottom and a firm "Quiet!" from him. Dropped down onto her back, her legs flailing to keep balance. She noticed where his eyes were focused. Her eyes followed his until they landed on her naked slit, glistening with arousal and spread open along with her legs. She tried to close them quickly, but his hands were faster. Grabbing her knees, he parted her legs as wide as they could go. Fleur's heart was beating a mile a minute as his hand slid down her slim belly and over her hairless mound. Her body bucked when his fingers found her slit again. Slipping two fingers inside, he curled them up until they were firmly pressed against her G-spot. Rapidly his hand began moving as his fingers vibrated. She didn't know what he was doing, only that it felt absolutely incredible. Fleur mewled and moaned as her body wiggled sensually in pleasure. The scent of her pussy filled the area as she leaked all over his hand. Forgetting that she was nervous, she reached out and gripped his forearm. Rolling her hips, she was now fucking herself on his hand. When his other hand joined in by collecting her wetness on his fingers and using it to toy with her clit, it was just too much for her. Squealing loudly, she squirted violently all over his arm and chest.
Fleur was thrashing and trembling as she rode out her orgasm. When she finally looked up, it was to see Harry Potter in the place of the Count. She had a million questions, but that would have to wait until he was done with her. His naked body and gargantuan cock were stalking toward her as she scooted back on the bed. She was too sensitive and needed time to rest. He didn't seem to care as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward, slamming into her wet cunt with a single thrust. Fleur's back arched and toes curled as she was brutally fucked and brought into the fold.
AN - Fleur will continue in the next chapter.