Chapter 6
Fleur shuddered violently as her younger sister sucked on her engorged clit. Fleur was on her back with Gabrielle on top in the sixty-nine position. Her legs were parted wide while her sister pleasured her with her talented tongue. Right above her face was Gabrielle's wet, pink pussy getting stuffed full of cock. That cock belonged to the Count of Montefeltro, or rather, Harry Potter. What a shock it was for her when she found out that day. After getting fucked into oblivion, she practically demanded answers from him. After reminding her of her crimes against him, Fleur was in no position to demand anything. To prove his point, he bent her over and claimed her asshole, making her squirt all over herself. Since she couldn't demand answers from him, she eventually went home and demanded them from her husband.
It turned out that everything that the Goblins said was true. Bill had been courting the dancer from the Knockturn Alley strip club. Hearing his confession truly shocked her. After the shock wore off, the rage settled in. She had slapped him harder than she had ever slapped anyone. Knowing that he wasn't really sorry, she took joy in telling him how she came up with the money. The knowledge enraged the redheaded Cursebreaker … well, former Cursebreaker. He was obviously jobless now. He wanted to walk up to the Count and demand a duel. Fleur thought that that was a good idea. She wanted to see Bill get what he deserved. Instead of telling him though, she told him about the size of the Count's cock and how she came on it over and over. She told him how he stretched her asshole out of shape. By the end, Bill's face was beet red, and he was shaking in anger. She smiled when she said that the Count would be claiming her regularly for the next two years. That was a suitable punishment for Bill, she thought. She made sure to let him know that she'd be keeping a very close eye on him and one more mistake would end in divorce. Then she forced him to leave and go look for a job. He grumbled of course but gave in when she told him that he could go live with his family, and she would go live with the Count. In the end, he got a job working for his dad at the Ministry. The pay was pretty bad, but at least they wouldn't be homeless.
Looking up, she could see his thick, veiny cock stretching Gabrielle's perfect pussy. As he pushed in, she heard a squelching sound from her sister's tight cunt, and when he pulled back, Gabby's cunt tried desperately to keep him in. Her skin pulled away with his cock before giving in and contracting back into place, only to get stuffed once again. As he pulled back, his cock would come out of her covered in streaks of Gabby's pussy cream. Every time that Gabby moaned, she would feel the vibrations in her pussy, which in turn made her moan. Suddenly, Harry pulled all the way out and Gabby's juices escaped her pussy, leaking all over Fleur's face and neck. She could see his cream-covered cock as he lowered it to her lips. Fleur had no choice but to open up and take it down her throat.
Harry groaned as Fleur's plump lips wrapped around his thick member. Slowly he began pumping his hips, watching as his cock disappeared down her throat. He pulled back only to thrust forward again. Steadily he got into a rhythm, and soon he was fucking her mouth. He was already close to finishing from Gabrielle's lovely pussy, so when Fleur's talented mouth was added into the mix, he grunted loudly and spurted his warm seed down the older Veela's throat. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth until it spilled over her lips. Pulling out, he pumped his cock and coated her face in his seed. Sighing happily, he rolled off of them and laid on the soft bed. All that he could hear was their heavy breathing.
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"Where were you?" Bill asked angrily, trying to cook his own food which came out dark and gross-looking.
"You know where I was," Fleur snapped back, scoffing at his horrible cooking skills.
"With the Count?" he asked, clenching his fists.
"Yes," Fleur tried to hide a smile but failed. "Today I was forced to 'ave a threesome with 'im and my sister. I didn't think that I would like it, but I found it quite pleasurable," Fleur giggled.
"I bet you did …" he said, then added "whore" very softly.
"I beg your pardon?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. She heard what he said, but decided to let it slide for now. She would pay him back for that soon enough.
"Nothing," Bill grunted. "Here's your food," he said, sliding a plate of disgusting slop in front of her.
"That looks vile. Besides, I already ate with the Count. We 'ad filet mignon with buttered green beans. It was magnifique!" she gushed. The food was excellent. She had to compliment Harry on bringing in a French House Elf when her mother and sister began living there.
Bill was shaking in anger. His gorgeous wife was not only getting fucked by the man, but he was treating her to fine dining as well, all the while he had to sit here and eat this tripe!
"I must take a shower. I can't even count the number of times that 'e finished inside of me," Fleur said, wanting to sting him before leaving. Apparently, her barb worked. Bill looked murderous as he spooned that burnt, gelatinous goop into his mouth.
The Count
Bill was waiting outside the home of the Count. He knew the time that Fleur usually visited. This time, instead of fucking his wife, he'd have to deal with him and his wand. Bill waited and waited until the time finally came. He watched as his wife strolled up the cobbled pathway to the large, luxurious manor home. He snarled when he saw that his whore of a wife was actually skipping! When the door opened and Fleur was about to walk in, Bill jumped out of the shadows and yelled, "COUNT!"
Bill shook his fist in the direction of the house. "I demand an honor duel!" Fleur turned to him and snorted cruelly.
"Bill … please shut up and go 'ome. You are making a fool of yourself," Fleur clamped her hand over her mouth and giggled. Just then, out of the doorway appeared the Count.
"A duel you say?" the Count asked, smiling widely.
"Yes!" Bill snarled. "On the count of three!" he said, brandishing his wand in a fluid manner. Fleur took a few steps inside so that she wouldn't be hit by any errant spells. As she passed by, Bill watched as the bastard slapped his wife's shapely ass. Fleur squealed and placed her hands over her jiggling ass cheeks. "You'll pay for that!"
The Count laughed cruelly at his suffering. "Onetwothree!" he yelled out quickly, hoping to catch the Count off guard. Instead, a bright light slammed into his face before he could even wave his wand. As Bill collapsed to the ground, the last thing he saw was the cruel face of the Count as he leaned down.
Bill didn't know how long he had been out, only that he was very groggy when he finally came to. Shaking his head to help clear the fogginess, he found that he was unable to move his arms and legs. Looking down, he noticed that his wrists and ankles were bound to some kind of contraption. His arms and legs were splayed open in the spread eagle position. At least he was in an upright position so that he could see what was going on. Unfortunately, what was going on was made very apparent by the sucking sounds that drifted into his ears. Looking over, he saw his naked wife on her knees bobbing her head on the groin of an equally naked Count. The bastard had his fingers threaded through her silvery, blonde hair as he guided her in her actions.
"Ah, William! You're awake. Good," he groaned as Fleur pulled off of his cock and lifted it up to get at his balls. "Now we can get on with your punishment."
"Let me go you bastard!" Bill growled, thrashing in his manacles.
"I will once you've been punished for your disgraceful behavior. Trying to attack before I was ready when you were the one to ask for a duel of honor," the Count shook his head in mock sadness. Bill flushed in embarrassment. He knew that he could get into real trouble with the more traditional crowd over his stunt. All that went out of his mind when he got his first look at the Count's cock. It was massive! Several times bigger and thicker than his own. His body shook with anger. The bastard had everything that he deserved … including his wife! Just then, he pulled Fleur to her feet and lifted her up by her wide ass. Fleur squealed and reached under herself. Grabbing his enormous cock, she placed the head inside of her tight quim and groaned as the Count lowered her on his thick pole.
Bill was forced to watch as inch after inch slid into his lovely wife's perfect pussy. Unable to control his bodily functions, his tiny cock got hard.
"YOWWWWWWW!" he yowled in pain as he received a viscous shock from whatever he was chained to. The bastard Count just laughed at his misery.
"I forgot to mention, but any time that you get aroused, that device that you're pressed against will give you a bit of a shock," Harry indicated to the large, metal X that he was attached to. Bill yelled in anger and thrashed around, desperately trying to break free. All he did was tire himself out. All the while, the Count was thrusting his hips, penetrating Fleur deeply as she held onto his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. Finally, Bill relaxed, sweaty and tired from his overexertion. The only thing that he could do was watch as Fleur came all over the Count's obscenely large cock. Her squeals angered him deeply, and when she latched onto him and kissed his neck while shaking in orgasmic bliss, Bill wanted nothing but to look away.
As Fleur trembled while in his arms, Harry smirked at Bill who was giving him the dirtiest look that he had ever seen. Harry then spread Fleur's cheeks open and began toying with the rim of her asshole. Fleur moaned loudly and ground herself on his cock that was still deep inside of her. Placing her back on her feet, Harry spun her around until she was facing Bill, and then he lifted her up by the backs of her thighs. Knowing what he wanted, Fleur reached down and stuffed the head of his cock into her tightest hole. With her back against his chest, Harry thrust forward and penetrated her asshole right in front of her husband. Fleur cried out as her back arched, displaying her perfect, sweaty tits to Bill who looked murderous. Holding her behind her knees, Harry spread her legs apart as he held her up. His hips were practically a blur as he thrust into her abused asshole.
Bill was forced to watch as he claimed her asshole over and over again. He could see Fleur's hairless pussy quivering and contracting as she began to cum. "AAAAAAARGH!" he yelled out after receiving another brutal shock to the testicles. The bastard laughed loudly as he bounced his wife on his cock, Fleur's lovely tits bouncing and jiggling madly with every mighty thrust. Suddenly, Fleur's eyes widened and she arched her back once more. Crying out loudly, she came all over herself as he stuffed himself deep inside of her. Bill could see her pussy spraying fluid all over the ground. The bastard angled her so that she gave him a shower of pussy juice. Sputtering as her cum beaded down the side of his face, he opened his eyes just in time to see the Count fill her asshole with his thick seed. Grunting, he injected his cum deep into her bowels, and Fleur, like the whore that she was, mewled sexily at the sensation. Finally, he set her down on her feet. He held onto her for a moment when she stumbled.
He kissed her deeply and told her, "Why don't you go wait in my room. Tell your mother to join us." He then slapped her fat ass making a loud clapping sound as his hand connected. She squealed in pain and scampered off to do his bidding. Bill was snarling.
"Are you going to let me go now fucker?"
"Almost, Cuckboy," the Count laughed. "First, I want to introduce you to my newest mistress. Honey? Come in here please," Harry called out.
Bill watched shocked as his darling Amethyst came sashaying in looking just as sexy as she could. He was heartbroken when she threw her arms around the Count and kissed him.
"Amie! How could you? After all the money I spent …" he asked, too hurt to be mad.
"Sorry, Billy! But I could not turn down the Count. His cock is as big as his bank account," she burst into a giggle fit.
Harry laughed happily. The look on Bill's face was priceless. He thought that he'd done enough to the man today. Best not to push him too far too quick. "Why don't you go to the room and join us, love? I'll be in there in a moment," he asked the girl. She nodded and wiggled her fingers at Bill before leaving.
"Welp, Billy. I hope I see you again soon. Do take care, won't you?"
"You son of a …" He didn't get to finish before a House Elf unceremoniously dumped him somewhere outside of the wardline. Harry just shook his head. He really hoped that Bill continued to be an idiot. He loved getting revenge on the Weasleys.
Chapter 7
George Weasley sighed as he looked at the bill that he had received for the twenty kilos of powdered Gillyweed. It was over five times more than he used to pay over a year ago. The Gillyweed wasn't alone either. Many of the ingredients that he used to make his famed Weazley Wizarding Wheezes products had skyrocketed in the last month or so. This put him and his business in a bad way.
To pay the exorbitant bills, he obviously had to raise prices on his products. There was a problem with this, however. His main customers were children, and children didn't usually have a ton of money to spend. Since he raised his prices, his business had dropped significantly. So much so that he may end up having to shut it down. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his twin asleep on a cot in the corner of their office. George shook his head.
Fred had developed a bit of a drinking problem after their business really took off. For once, they had plenty of money to spend on extravagances and excesses. Fred's choice was to party hard, both day and night. At first, it wasn't much of a problem, if you didn't count the occasional hangover. However, his drinking had eventually gotten out of hand, ending with him drunkenly trying to choke a member of the Wizengamot during a late-night party session. Things didn't get any better from there. He had lost his girlfriend and savings, and he rarely helped out in the shop anymore. George was the only one creating new products, restocking shelves, making products to sell, and so on. He was spread so thin that his wife Angelina often worried about his mental and physical health.
Sometimes he thought that maybe he and Fred were cursed. They did, after all, help themselves to Harry's bank account. They told themselves that it was just a loan. They needed enough to start their joke shop, and they would pay it back with interest. Unfortunately, once they began making money, they seemed to have forgotten about any "loans" that were outstanding. Besides, Harry had long since disappeared. Maybe it was fate's way of teaching them a lesson. Sighing deeply, he placed the outrageous bill back on his desk.
It seemed that he had no choice but to go with his backup plan. One night while talking to Angie about his problems, he told her that the answer to their problems lay in the hands of the Count of Montefeltro. Everywhere he looked, there seemed to be a shortage of ingredients. The one exception was the Count. He owned a very large business that grew ingredients and harvested them from various magical beasts. He didn't sell them wholesale, however. He shipped them to the many Potion Shops and Apothecaries that he owned. By doing so, he was able to avoid inflation and keep his products at a low price. Right now, he was making an absolute killing. His potions were cheaper than everyone else's and were made with superior quality ingredients. If only he had a way to access those ingredients and buy them wholesale. Sadly, the Count absolutely refused to do business with anyone.
It was actually Angie that joked about a solution to their problem. It was widely known that the Count had a soft spot for beautiful, sexy women. Angelina had beauty and sexiness in spades. While she rarely played Quidditch anymore, she still practiced enough to keep her body in great shape. Angie had joked that maybe she needed to seduce him and convince him to sell those products. They laughed at the ridiculousness of it, but eventually, they became serious while talking about it. While he didn't like the idea of his wife sleeping with another man, she was willing to do it if it meant keeping a roof over their heads. The thought did send a pang of anger into his heart, but it wasn't like he was perfect. He had made a mistake a time or two while drunk and partying. Getting up, he walked to the Floo to make a trip back home. He needed to speak with her.
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Harry smiled as he placed his hands behind his head. Laying on his very large, comfortable bed, he watched as the gorgeous Apolline Delacour bounced enthusiastically on his hard cock. He was mesmerized by the way her perfect breasts bounced around as she rode him, then swayed gently as she rolled her hips, grinding herself on him. Placing his hands on her thighs, he let them wander north at a leisurely pace, feeling the smoothness of her silky legs. As they landed on her hips, he gave them a squeeze as she put all her weight on his cock and ground her very wet pussy on him.
Grabbing her under her arms, he pulled her forward, earning a squeak of surprise from the sexy MILF. Her top half now rested against his chest as he kissed her deeply. He gave her bottom a naughty slap before gripping them tightly and kneading them in his palms. Breaking the kiss, she rested her head against his chest as his hips began to move. Slowly he took over and fucked her at an ever-increasing pace. Soon his hips were slapping against her shapely cheeks, filling the room with a fleshy clapping sound. Apolline gasped and mewled against his chest as her pussy began to flutter, and she got closer to release. Just then, Gabrielle walked into the room.
"Angelina Weasley 'as contacted you, Master 'Arry," she smiled, showing him the note that was delivered. Apolline squealed and tightened her pussy on him. Her body shook and bucked as he held her around her back. Grunting, Harry spurted his seed deep inside the sexy blonde. Once done, he slowly moved his hips up and down, gently penetrating her, and making Apolline shiver. Pulling her forward, his cock slipped out of her velvety folds and stood straight up, still rock-hard.
"Clean me, Luv," Harry ordered. Without question, Gabrielle crawled onto the bed and kneeled over. With her head so close to her mother's exposed genitals, she could smell the heady scent of her arousal surrounding her. Lowering her head, she took him into her mouth and slowly sucked and licked him until his cock was sparkling clean.
"Perfectly clean, Master," she smiled, stroking his cock.
"Such a good, little maid. Now put me back in," he responded happily. Gabrielle placed his head back into her mother's wet slit and watched as Harry began fucking her to orgasm once again.
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Angelina Weasley, formerly Johnson, knocked on the ornate wooden door of the massive manor home that belonged to the Count of Montefeltro. As she knocked, her heart began to hammer in her chest. She was both nervous and a bit excited. She and her husband hadn't been too physical lately because of the stress of his job. It would be nice to feel satisfied again. Most women would feel guilt over the prospect of taking another man to bed, but Angelina wasn't. She had learned of her husband's indiscretions not too long ago, and obviously, she had felt betrayed. She hadn't brought it up with him yet, since she was waiting to get her revenge. She didn't want to go overboard, since she still loved him, but he needed to be brought down a peg or two. When she had found out about his problems at work, she joked about seducing the enigmatic Count. George didn't know that she wasn't joking, and she was seriously thinking about it. It would take care of both of her problems, revenge and it would save the shop. Luckily, George agreed after having no other options. Now she could enjoy it without feeling guilty.
The door opened and Gabrielle Delacour greeted her. Angelina had heard that the sexy blonde was working for the Count. Judging by the shortness of her outfit, she was probably doing a lot more than work for the count. She escorted Angelina up to his office where she was let in. Behind his desk sat the Count.
"Mrs. Weasley," he nodded. "Have a seat."
"Thank you, Count," she smiled, sitting down.
Harry had wondered how George would attempt to get him to sell his products to him. He had been systematically buying up small producers of ingredients and magical beasts until there was a severe supply shortage. This was done to both make more profits and to hurt the Weasley twins' business. He had done both. Now, if he was willing to go so far as to pimp out his sexy wife, then maybe Harry would be willing to play ball, so to speak.
"What can I help you with today?"
Angelina smiled beautifully. "I was hoping to do business with you," she purred, getting up off of her seat and moving to sit on his desk right next to him. As she sat down, she crossed her legs. By doing so, her skirt slid up, revealing most of her thick, shapely thighs.
"I need ingredients, and I need them at a wholesale price. I know that you don't deal in wholesale, but I was hoping that you would be willing to make an exception," she said in a breathy voice.
"Oh? And why would I do that?" he asked, placing his hand on her leg and slowly stroking her smooth, light brown skin.
"Because I would be willing to make it worth your while," she responded as she leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"Let's just see how willing you are, my dear," he said, kissing her. Angelina moaned into his mouth as their tongues began to roll over one another. His hand moved higher and higher until it was groping her upper thigh. Before she knew it, he had tossed her over his shoulder and began to carry her away. Angelina squealed in surprise, but a hard slap on the bottom shut her up.
It was only a few seconds before she was dropped down onto a large bed. Breathing heavily, she watched as the Count began to remove all of his clothes. Knowing that it was time, she too began to undress. Harry watched as she removed her buttoned blouse and her bra-clad tits were exposed. They looked fantastic wrapped up in silky fabric. Kicking off her heels, she raised her legs up and wiggled out of her skirt. Harry kept his eyes glued to the area between her legs. As her skirt was moved, he could see the string of her thong burying itself between her plump, hairless pussy lips. Sitting up, she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. Harry was stroking his long, thick cock as her tits spilled out. Large and pert, her breasts were very perky for the size of them. Her brown nipples were hard and crinkled, and Harry couldn't wait to get his lips on them. Once again, she lifted her legs up and slid her panties over her feet. He was fascinated by the sight of the string being removed from in between her damp lips.
Rolling over, she got on her hands and knees and spread her knees apart. Arching her back to make for a more tantalizing sight, she wiggled her bottom from side to side. "Do you see how willing I am?" she huskily said, reaching under her and using her fingers to spread her lips apart. He watched as she exposed her dark pink insides to him.
"Yes. I believe we can come to an agreement," he said, filled with lust. Not bothering to wait, he climbed on the bed and got behind her. Leaning down, he kissed her all over her wide, fleshy ass. He heard Angelina gasp and mewled as his lips and tongue slithered around her shapely cheeks. He groped and squeezed her fat ass and even gripped her cheeks and jiggled them around.
Angelina was blushing as she hid her face in the bed. He was treating her ass as if it were a toy on Christmas. Spreading her cheeks apart, he would shake and jiggle them, and he even had the nerve to clap them together, forcing her to twerk. Beads of arousal were dripping from her sopping wet cunt as he buried his face between her cheeks and shook his head from side to side. Sticking his tongue out, he licked damn near every inch of her. His lips latched onto one of her butt cheeks, and she felt him add suction. Sucking hard, she knew that he was marking her with hickeys and lovebites. She would be going home covered in evidence of their coupling. Her hands gripped the blankets tightly when his tongue landed on her asshole. She felt the warm appendage wiggle against her tight hole, tickling her and sending pulses of pleasure straight into her pussy. Suddenly, his mouth latched onto her pussy, and she both heard and felt him sucking the wetness straight from her. Her body trembled violently, making her nipples rub against the soft blanket. With every lick, she was getting closer to release.
After what felt like forever, he finally removed his mouth from her pussy. She breathed in and out harshly, trying to recover from being so close to orgasm. A hard slap on her ass made her squeal as her cheeks jiggled from the impact. She felt the bed move, and she looked over her shoulder just in time to feel him rub his huge cock up and down between her lips. Gathering her juices on his cockhead, he groaned as he sank into the sexy, black girl. A pleasured gasp left her mouth as he bottomed out and pressed against her ass. Angelina had never felt so stretched before. When he began moving, she felt as if he was rubbing the entirety of her inner walls. Immediately, her pussy latched onto him, clinging to his cock and attempting to coax an orgasm from him.
Harry stared at her ass as he fucked her harder and harder. He loved the way her cheeks shook and jiggled and even clapped together. He rested his hands on her slim waist and marveled at how much her hips flared. Angelina was made to have children. A hard slap on her ass made her squeal and her pussy clench tightly on him. Placing one hand on her upper ass, he let his thumb sneak between her cheeks and massage her asshole as he continued to fuck her.
Angelina choked out a plea when she felt his finger touch her asshole. Already she was feeling too much pleasure, and she was beginning to see stars. Her body was twitching and spasming uncontrollably as she fisted the blankets. Crying out into the bed, her pussy fluttered wildly over his thrusting cock. Her pussy was dripping all over his bed as she came hard on him. Her gripping pussy was too much for Harry, and he leaned over and kissed the back of her neck as he thrust deep and began to cum. Angelina shuddered as she felt him fill her tunnel with his thick, warm cum. She was too out of it to even notice when he had finished. She collapsed onto her side with her pussy still fluttering. Her body jerked from sudden spikes of pleasure, and she could feel his hands slithering over her naked body, feeling her breasts and toying with her nipples. When he rolled her over and pinned her ankles next to her ears, she hoped that George was thankful for what she was willing to go through for the good of their marriage. All of that left her mind, however, when she watched his enormous horse cock slid into her with a single powerful thrust that had her toes curling and her pussy squirting.
Chapter 8
"Maman!" Gabrielle called out as she barged into her mother's room. The room was elegantly decorated with only the most expensive furniture and artwork. The Count's manor truly was spectacular. Gabrielle's room was much the same, although with less artwork. She really didn't have a taste for such things.
"What has you shouting, Gabrielle?" her mother asked as she sat her daughter on the bed and sat down beside her.
"My friend, Anabelle Trudeau has asked if we are going to attend La Gala Magique. Do you think that 'Arry will take us there?" she asked, clearly eager to go.
Apolline thought for a second. The Trudeau family were family friends of theirs, though not close. They were very rich and only associated with the best that the magical world had to offer. Of course, they were going to go.
"I believe that we can convince him, my love. Go put on those panties that he likes so much. I'll do the same and we can go talk to him. Only the panties, Gabrielle. Nothing else," Apolline told her. Gabrielle giggled and ran off. Shaking her head, Apolline changed into hers. In truth, she was just as eager as Gabrielle to go to the Gala.
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Harry smiled as Hermione mewled sexily while her face was pressed into a big, fluffy pillow. She was lying flat on her belly with only her ass up in the air. Harry was viciously pistoning in and out of her tight, little pussy as he used the pad of his thumb to massage her lubricated asshole. He enjoyed watching it pucker as she moaned like a whore.
Her pussy gripped him tightly and didn't want to let go every time that he pulled back. When he pushed back in, a wet squelching sound erupted, further embarrassing her. Just then, the door to his room opened up. He looked over and watched as Apolline and Gabrielle floated in wearing only the tiniest thongs possible. Their beautiful tits were bouncing free as they walked up to him. Their panties were so tight that they were slipping between their plump lips and creating the most spectacular camel toe that he'd ever seen. The girls were suddenly at each side of him, pressing their naked tits against his arms. Harry continued to hold Hermione by the hips as he fucked her into oblivion. Harry moaned as they began kissing his shoulders and the sides of his neck.
"We wish to ask for a favor, Master," Gabrielle said huskily as one of her hands reached down and fondled his balls.
"And what is that, My Dear?" he asked as he watched Apolline lean down and lick Hermione's glistening asshole.
"Will you take us to La Gala Magique?" she asked with her big, innocent eyes wide and inviting. He could never say no to that. Gabrielle didn't even need to hear his answer. She could just tell by the look on his face. She just squealed in happiness and kissed him deeply.
The Count
The following day, Astoria Malfoy stomped her way back to Malfoy Manor and went up to Narcissa's private room. Slamming the door, she sat down on a nearby chair and huffed angrily.
"And what has you in such a tizzy, my dear?" Narcissa asked as she sat nearby, flipping through a magazine.
"I've heard that those Delacour whores are going to be going to La Gala Magique while I'll be staying here!" she spat, crossing her arms over her chest. Narcissa sighed. When their money disappeared, so did the invites to parties and other festivities. She didn't like it any more than Astoria did. It was a slap in the face that those with lesser blood could go to such an event while good, pureblooded women like them had to stay behind.
"Being under the patronage of the Count of Montefeltro opens a lot of doors," Narcissa stated. While she had an arrangement with the Count, it wasn't the same as theirs. Basically, Narcissa spread her legs for him in return for money. He didn't lavish her with gifts and such.
"Meanwhile, I'm stuck here with an impoverished husband who's stuck in Azkaban!" she ranted. Narcissa sighed again. She already had to talk the girl out of leaving Draco more than once. Missing the Gala would likely break the camel's back. La Gala Magique was THE place to be in the magical community. Only the most wealthy and famous people were allowed to attend. The best part of the Gala for the females was of course the fashion show. It showcased all the best fashions and trends of the coming year. All of that, and they would be missing out. In fact, she had never gotten to go. The Malfoys weren't a part of that very small, elite class that got to go every year. As sad as it was to say, of course, the Delacour bitches would be going. A man like the Count could get anyone that he wanted in. The organizers of the event would bend over backward to have a man of his stature there. A sudden thought popped into her head.
It was a few hours later that she got her response. Smiling happily, she barged into Astoria's room. The girl squealed in embarrassment as she covered herself. The ditzy bitch was playing with herself in the middle of the day. Narcissa shook her head.
"What's so urgent that you need to barge into my room?!" Astoria asked, breathing deeply. Narcissa ignored the smell of her pussy and sat down.
"I've spoken with the Count. He's willing to escort us to the Gala provided we're willing to give a little in return. I'm sure that you know what I mean," Narcissa told her. She saw her daughter-in-law's face light up.
"Are you joking?! For a trip to the Gala, I'd let him take my ass!" she squealed in happiness.
"That will most assuredly be happening," Narcissa told her, not even bothering to sugar coat it. "For the duration of my son's incarceration, we will both be sharing a bed with him whenever he deems it necessary. Do you understand and agree?" she explained and asked. Astoria already knew about Narcissa sharing his bed. She had done so to protect the family, but Astoria knew that she enjoyed it. Sleeping with the Count wouldn't be the worst thing, in her opinion. Besides, Draco shouldn't expect her to remain faithful for all that time.
The Count
Astoria waited anxiously on the bed as she shared a look with her mother-in-law beside her. When she agreed, she obviously didn't think about the fact that he would be wanting to take them both at the same time. Even so, she still would have agreed. The chance to go to the Gala for the first time in her life was too big of an opportunity to pass up. She hadn't told her sister yet since she didn't want to look like a fool if things turned sour. However, she couldn't wait to tell Daphne and see the look of pure jealousy on her face.
Both women were already nude and lounging on the bed when Narcissa chimed in. "He'll be here any moment. Let's get ready for him." Astoria just nodded, not sure exactly what she meant. That was made clear when Narcissa laid on her back and pulled her on top. Astoria gasped as their naked tits pressed together.
Before she could complain, Narcissa pulled her head down and stuck her tongue in her mouth. She squealed with wide eyes and broke free. Instantly she wished that she hadn't. The look that Narcissa gave her wasn't pleasant.
"Don't you dare do that when the Count is here. I won't have you embarrassing me after I made a deal with him. Understood?" Astoria gulped and nodded.
Soon, she was back to making out with her husband's mom. After a while, Astoria began to enjoy it. Narcissa was a good kisser and her body was nice and smooth. She was just getting into it when the door opened. Since Narcissa was still kissing her, she wasn't able to look back. However, she was able to squeal and jump when something massive and warm slid into her damp cunt. She felt it go deeper and deeper until his hips touched her ass. Finally breaking the kiss, she turned her head and saw the Count towering over her. He had his hands securely gripping her waist as he pulled back. Astoria trembled and shuddered as she felt his massive cock rubbing against her tight walls.
Astoria had never had anything this big in her before. Draco was nothing compared to this man. She choked out a gasp when his cock slammed into her cervix just as his thumb began to rub her virgin asshole. Her hands were grasping at anything that they could reach. Just as she was about to cum, he pulled out, and she saw Narcissa's face light up and twist into a look of tortured pleasure. Her squeaks of pleasure made her oddly jealous. She hadn't had a decent orgasm in years. Draco certainly couldn't give her any. And just as she was about to have one, he decided to stick it in Narcissa instead. She wasn't having that. Kissing Narcissa, Astoria arched her back and stuck her ass up in the air. Wiggling it back and forth like a whore, she was sure that he could see her wet, hairless pussy dripping and ready for more. Only a moment later and he stuffed his member back into her.
Crying out in happiness and pleasure, she sucked on Cissy's tongue as the Count began to fuck her hard and fast. Astoria broke the kiss as her face flushed and she began to breathe heavily. Nuzzling her face against Cissy's cheeks, she whimpered and mewled as the Count stimulated her g-spot with every thrust. Her hands were gripping Cissy tightly while her toes curled painfully. Her body spasmed uncontrollably and her nipples felt as if they could cut glass. Screaming pitifully into Cissy's neck, her pussy clamped down tightly on his cock. The Count just chuckled happily as he continued to fuck her cumming pussy. Finally, she rolled off of Narcissa when it became too sensitive. She felt his thick cock slip from her wet folds.
"Narcissa, why don't you get her other hole ready," he said, causing a spasming Astoria to look over. He was happily rubbing lubricant all over his massive, veiny cock. Just then, she gasped when Narcissa's head lowered and she began lapping at her, as of yet, untouched hole. Astoria moaned whorishly at the sensation. It actually felt good to her. Draco would have never debased himself by doing such a thing, however, that didn't matter now.
Narcissa moved out of the way as the Count positioned himself at Astoria's lower half. Grabbing her ankles, he placed her bare feet over his shoulders and pushed forward a bit, angling her into a more forgiving position. Remembering the trouble that the idiot girl had been causing her, Narcissa happily grabbed his cock and placed the tip right at her backdoor. Holding his cock there, she reached for his balls and started massaging them, causing the rich, powerful man to groan. Leaning against his shoulder, she whispered to him, "Give it to her hard."
By the pained squeal, it seemed that he had done just that. Smirking to herself, she laid down next to the girl and softly played with her naked breasts. Her pretty, pink nipples were as hard as rocks, and she gasped when Narcissa pinched one between her fingers. As she began rolling the hard nub, she kissed the side of Astoria's neck and whispered in her ear, "We'll soon be at the Gala."
Astoria nodded quickly as she shuddered. The Count was so long and thick and it felt as if she were being split in two. His hips were steadily sawing back and forth as he claimed her ass for the first time. Her body shivered violently when Narcissa's hand slid down her slim belly and touched her clit. Astoria choked out a pleasured moan when the older blonde began toying with it. Suddenly, she squealed as her toes curled. Her asshole clenched his cock as she came from her very first analgasm. The Count grunted in pleasure before pulling out. Astoria laid there cumming hard with her legs spread open and her naked pussy on display when the Count took aim. Ropes of hot, white cum landed on her trembling body from her tits, down to her mound. Narcissa watched him paint the younger girl as he rapidly stroked his cock until his balls were finally dry.
Harry sighed happily as he watched Narcissa lick the cum from Draco's wife's body. Things couldn't have worked out better. As Narcissa's ass was up in the air, Harry took the initiative and settled behind her. He'd make sure that they earned their trip to France.
A Couple of Weeks Later
Draco was shivering in an old fortress prison somewhere in the brutal North Sea. All that he had for warmth was his dirty jumpsuit and a ratty, old blanket that was thin and full of holes. For the thousandth time, he cursed his luck. Just then, someone interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey, Malfoy!" one of the guards called out. "I just saw this in Diagon Alley. Thought that you might like to have a look," he said as he tossed something into the cell. Smirking, he shook his head before walking away laughing. Draco glared and bit back a response. There was no point anyway.
Draco grabbed the magazine off of the floor. The front cover made his eyes widen. His wife and mother were at La Gala Magique while he was in prison! Not only that, but they were each on either side of The Count of Montefeltro and were practically draped over him.
His breath hitched when he saw what they were wearing. The Gala was the only place that a pureblooded woman could dress like a whore and not get flack for it. Hell, it was practically required. Some women scoffed at the pictures that came from there, but everyone knew that they were just jealous and would dress the same if they were in the same position. His mother wore a dress that was so low cut that the neckline went down past her belly button and almost showed off her mound. The skirt part of the dress was slit at the sides and showed off her entire legs as well as her hips. On her feet were fancy high heels, and she was draped in diamonds.
He ground his teeth when he saw his "loyal" wife. Her dress was extremely tight and had so many cutouts that it showed off practically everything! He could see underboob, overboob, sideboob, not to mention nearly her entire belly. Her back was almost completely bare, and the dress was so short that the bottom of her ass cheeks were hanging out. He could see that the black dress really popped with her pale complexion. She too had on heels and was draped in emeralds.
The magazine crinkled in his trembling grip when he saw where the Count's hands were. They were not only touching their asses but actively groping them. He was squeezing Astoria's ass as she proudly posed for the pictures.
The worst part for Draco was realizing what they must have done to go there with him. A man like the Count wouldn't invite them on a whim. They must have given him something in return, and Draco knew exactly what it was. He swore to get revenge on the Count.
The guard walking away from Draco's cell laughed loudly when he heard the angry yell of a blonde ferret.
Chapter 9
Albus Dumbledore was sweating bullets. It seemed that suddenly, everything involving him went wrong. The Goblins had just finished their investigation and found him guilty of theft. It was only his good standing amongst the magical society that kept them from slitting his throat. As such, his entire vault was confiscated. Not only the gold but all of the valuable items and books that he had stored there. All of that was just enough to pay back what was taken from Harry's vault. It didn't matter that he wasn't the only one pilfering from his account. He was the one caught, so he was the one made to pay.
That wasn't the worst part, however. The fees that the Goblins were charging were outrageous. At his salary, Dumbledore would never live to pay it off. Of course, the Goblins were more than happy to accept his head as payment. Obviously, Dumbledore was in desperate need of money. He tapped his chin while sitting behind his large, ornate desk in the Headmaster's office of Hogwarts. He tried his best to think of someone willing to lend him money that he had no intention of paying back. Either that or some half-wit that he could outright rob. Sadly, he could think of no one.
"Damn!" he cursed, slamming his fist against the surface of his desk. Usually, Fawkes would squawk in irritation at such a loud noise, but the old man hadn't seen that ruddy bird in weeks. No matter how many times he called, Fawkes refused to return. He would show him who was boss when he decided to show up, Dumbledore thought evilly.
He couldn't rip off any pureblood family that didn't support him. They were usually too smart to fall for his fake grandfatherly visage. Even if he did get them to give him money, they would likely make him sign an ironclad contract for repayment. That just wouldn't work for him. He looked around his room. There were a few things that he could sell if need be. Even so, the amount wouldn't cover what those ugly, little bastards were demanding. He was definitely in a pinch.
His thoughts immediately turned to the Count of Montefeltro. He had met the man briefly but had not been able to get a proper meeting with him. The man was simply too busy. He wasn't surprised. The Count had his hand in practically every industry in the magical world. Dumbledore cursed his luck. If he had somehow been able to get a meeting with him, he knew that he could work his grandfatherly charms. By all accounts, the Count was a man that could be reasoned with. Dumbledore had no doubts that he could use his superior intellect to twist the Count seven ways from Sunday. He'd have the gold that he needed and then some! The only problem was actually getting into the same room with the man. At the present, the Count seemed to be busier than normal. Practically no one was able to get a meeting with him. Suddenly, his fireplace burst into green flames. Looking up, he could see Andromeda Tonks's face hovering in the flames.
"I'm coming through, Albus!" she said, not even asking permission. With another flare of green flames, a beautiful, older woman stepped through. Not bothering to clean the ashes from her robes, she sat down on the opposite side of his desk. As she sat down, she was breathing heavily.
"Did you hear, Albus?" she asked in a panic.
"Hear what, my dear?" Albus asked tiredly. He took off his glasses and began to clean them with a handkerchief.
"My contact at Gringotts said that the Goblins are going to officially prohibit you from using their services if the money isn't paid within the next few days. It's only been a day and they're already getting testy. Goblins don't like to be made fools of!" she said, gasping for breath. Clearly, she was nervous. At that moment, so was Dumbledore. Being officially banned from using the bank would be catastrophic for him. The decision would be publicly announced, as would the crime that caused the decision. If the public found out that he stole from Harry Potter, he would be blackballed from society at best. He didn't even want to think about what would happen at the worst.
Andromeda couldn't believe that this was happening. Stealing from Potter's vault was supposed to be a victimless crime. Albus had hired her to be the official "accountant" of the Order of the Phoenix. Her actual job was keeping track of the stolen money coming in and the stolen money going out. She had been paid handsomely for it … at least until recently.
She felt that she had no choice in the matter. Her husband, Ted had been attacked by Death Eaters for being a muggleborn, and he was left too injured to work. Even after all these years, he could barely walk while using a cane. Not only that, but her daughter had married that worthless Werewolf and found herself quickly pregnant. Having no need for a pregnant Auror, she was let go and told that they would hire her back when the kid was older. That never happened. Society still didn't trust Werewolves, especially when such a large pack supported Voldemort before his eventual defeat. Remus Lupin pretty much had no shot at getting a job good enough to support a wife let alone a new son. Because of that, Dumbledore found it fairly easy to convince the Tonks family and Lupin to join his little band of merry thieves. They needed money to survive after all. Lupin justified it by saying that his old friend, James would have happily given him the money to help support his new son, Teddy.
Now, if Dumbledore was going down, there was a decent chance that they would go down as well, and if not, then the ill-gotten gold that they had come to rely on would never return, leaving them jobless and broke.
Dumbledore sighed and looked defeated. "I've been thinking of ways to get the money quickly, but alas, I've come up with none. If only I could talk to the Count. I'd most assuredly be able to get the gold from him."
"Why haven't you?" she asked, wringing her hands together nervously.
"He hasn't been taking any appointments lately. Believe me, my dear. I've tried."
"If only you were a young, beautiful woman. You'd get a meeting in no time," she snorted. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"He's still taking appointments, but only from young, good-looking women. Come now, Albus. You must have heard the rumors. They say that there isn't a daughter in all of Britain that he hasn't trifled with," she guffawed.
"Interesting," he said slowly, stroking his long, white beard. Perhaps he could find a way to use this information.
The Count
"I can't believe that I let you talk me into this," Tonks said while squirming in her very tight and revealing dress. "I'm a wife and a mother!"
"So am I, and as such, sometimes we're forced to do things that we normally wouldn't," Andromeda told her while brushing out her shoulder-length purple hair. Her daughter was lucky, Andromeda thought. After Tonks was born, it took forever for her to get her figure back. Thanks to her daughter's metamorphmagus powers, she was able to get back into form almost instantly.
"What will Remus say when he finds out?" she asked nervously as she adjusted her breasts inside of her dress.
"I think he'll be glad that he won't be skinned alive. Unless we get that money, he'll be lucky to only end up in Azkaban." Tonks winced at being reminded of their transgressions. She too would be in serious trouble if things turned badly, which they very well might. She decided to just keep her mouth shut and get this over with as fast as possible. Her mother had already set up a meeting with him that night. Seeing the sun beginning to set through the window, she knew that her time had nearly come.
It was a few hours later that she found herself on the couch with the famous Count of Montefeltro beside her. He was as handsome as the rumors had said, she thought as she drank down the last of her whiskey. He took the glass from her hand and placed it on the side table. After that, he went back to stroking the inside of her gloriously smooth thigh. Tonks trembled violently from the sensation. It felt as if he was pumping pure magic into her skin. Try as she might, she couldn't keep her pussy from getting wet. In fact, her panties were absolutely soaked with her arousal. The Count leaned in and started sucking on the tender skin of her neck. Tonks's eyes fluttered as she leaned back into the couch, breathing heavily. She suddenly remembered why she was there.
"Umm … L-Like I said … I think that it would be … OH! That feels good! … I mean … It would be a good opportunity for you," she gasped and squealed as he squeezed her thigh tightly. "D-Dumbledore would be a good ally to have. It would be worth your while!" she squeaked when the tips of his fingers brushed against the wet material that was covering her leaking slit.
Harry smirked into her neck. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He got the chance to fuck with Dumbledore while getting a bit of revenge on the Lupins. This would only be the beginning. He wouldn't stop until all of them were utterly ruined. First though, it wouldn't hurt to get a little compensation for the wrong-doings that had been heaped upon him.
"I don't know, my dear," she heard him say as his hand slid up her thigh and onto her lower belly. His hand suddenly turned south, and his fingers dipped under the waistband of her panties. When his fingers touched her hard and throbbing clit, Tonks couldn't help but moan. "Perhaps I'll be more agreeable in the morning after a long night of fun. Don't you think so, Nymphadora?" Harry smiled into her neck before lightly nipping at her skin.
Tonks bit her lip and squirmed while his fingers played with her swollen clit. Hearing his question, she nodded her head wildly without caring what she was agreeing to. After that, he pinched her hard clit, and it felt as if pure pleasure had been channeled through the stiff nub. It traveled into her pussy and all over the rest of her body.
"FUCK!" Tonks screamed and arched her back. Her pussy began fluttering and squirting violently into her panties. Losing control of her powers, her tits suddenly inflated from C-cups to massive J-cups. The growth caused her dress to split in the front, and her massive udders spilled out.
Seeing her fantastic tits burst from her ruined dress, Harry eagerly buried his face between them. Immediately, he was surrounded by warmth. Her breasts were bigger than his head and easily encapsulated him. Tonks's body thrashed and bucked out of control as Harry continued to use his wandless magic on her sensitive and swollen clit. His fingers were vibrating as he rolled the hard nub between them while pumping his magic into her body. He was motorboating the hell out of her newly formed milkers, licking and sucking on every inch of skin that he could.
Tonks's eyes were twitching so badly from the intense pleasure, that she didn't even realize that she had been flipped onto her back until the front of her dress was ripped off of her body. It wasn't until her heels were tossed aside and her panties were lying on the floor that she remembered what was to come. When the Count removed his clothes, and she saw the size of the beast hiding in his trousers, she silently begged that her husband would forgive her for enjoying it as she was penetrated deeply with a single powerful thrust. Instantly, her pussy clamped down on him, and she began cumming again. He had her legs spread wide open like a dirty whore as he brutally fucked her over and over. Tonks cried out even as her inflated tits continued to slap her in the face. Shrinking them wasn't an option. She was too far gone to be able to reliably use her powers. Her body had a mind of its own. Right then, her pussy was constricting to virgin levels of tightness. The Count's moan told her all that she needed to hear. He was loving the sensation of her cumming pussy wrapped around his thrusting cock.
"Is my cock better than your husband's, my dear?" he suddenly asked as he draped one of her legs over his shoulder and held the other one flat against the bed. His fingers found her clit once again, and he began rolling her clit while working it with his magic. That mixed with his massive cock battering her poor g-spot had her cumming harder than she ever had.
"YES!" she screamed. "MUCH BETTER!"
Harry chuckled as pussy juice sprayed out in every direction. Her pussy choked his fat cock as he pushed all of the way in and seeded her. What Tonks didn't know was at that moment, her husband was having a bit of a romantic encounter of his own, all set up by the generous Count of Montefeltro.
Chapter 10
While his wife was busy being defiled at the home of the illustrious Count of Montefeltro, Remus Lupin was having a bit of fun of his own.
He was lucky enough to find a sexy, young woman that thought that he was dignified and handsome, an opinion that he wholeheartedly agreed with. As he kissed her passionately and his hand slipped up her belly and onto her shirt-covered breast, he took a split second to think about his wife. He knew that what he was doing was wrong. He had a wife and child at home that he should be caring for. Even so, he had to deal with a lot recently. Some of which directly threatened his life. The situation with Gringotts was enough to keep him up at night worrying about his safety. Both the Goblins and the Ministry would fight to see who gets to skin him alive if things weren't smoothed over very soon. As such, he felt that he deserved a bit of fun. And as his old friend, Padfoot would say, 'Boys will be boys!' As his hand squeezed her breast harder, she broke the kiss and stood up.
The nameless girl was so taken with him that she had pulled him into her room at the Leaky Cauldron without a "how do you do?". Lupin certainly wasn't complaining about that. When she told him to place a handkerchief over his eyes, he greedily did so. He didn't even complain when she charmed the handkerchief so that he couldn't take it off. He couldn't wait for his surprise, after all!
When her hands pulled down his trousers and her lips wrapped around his throbbing cock, he thought that he was in heaven. He had to admit, the blindfold only added to the pleasure. He wasn't used to being treated this way. Most people were scared of him just for the fact that he was a Werewolf. Now he was being treated as if he were a prince. All thoughts of his wife and kid left his mind as he groaned loudly from the intense sucking that was going on. He was about to burst when her lips left his erect cock. He was about to protest when she straddled him and sank down on his meaty pole.
'She's a lot beefier than I thought,' Remus thought to himself as he grunted from the weight that settled on him. Even so, the velvety grip of her kind-of-dry pussy was enough to stop him from asking questions. The girl bouncing on him wasn't very skilled, and her weight was kind of bruising his thighs. But the pleasure of her being wrapped around him made up for any unpleasantness.
"Ohhh! So good!" her voice rang out. He didn't remember it being so shrill and annoying sounding, but oh well … who cares was his motto of the night. The girl suddenly became much more passionate. Her bouncing intensified which only made his legs hurt even more. It was the first time that the pain outweighed the pleasure.
To rectify this, Lupin lifted her up and placed her face down on the bed … a feat that severely pulled a muscle in his back. The good news was that with all of the adrenaline pumping, he didn't even feel the horrible pain in his back. Since he couldn't see, he had to go by touch. His hands caressed her body to try and find his end goal. She was quite a bit squishier than he thought. He instantly forgot about that when his hand touched her flabby bottom.
"Yes! That's good!" her squeaky voice called out. Lupin pulled his hand back and let her rip.
CRACK!
"YYYYYEEEEEEEEOW!" the girl screamed in pain. It didn't sound like there was very much pleasure mixed in. He lined himself up and thrust in.
The Count
When Dolores Umbridge found a young man that invited her up to his room in the Leaky Cauldron, she was inwardly ecstatic, though she didn't show it on the outside. A proper pureblood like her didn't show those types of emotion.
'The handsome, young man is probably a mudblood that wants to worship his betters,' she thought smugly as she let herself be led into his room. Things were going great for her. When he placed a blindfold over her face and charmed it to stay on, she began tingling between her legs. It had been a long time since she had any kinky action. 'Too many long days at the Ministry,' she would say.
Suddenly, her mind became fuzzy for a second before she was lowered onto her knees. She shook her head and her mind suddenly cleared. She reached out and felt his thick thighs. She knew exactly what to do.
The Count
Lupin growled like a beast and pushed in as far as possible before letting loose. He didn't stop until the nubile, young woman was fully seeded. He sighed happily at his sexual conquest. 'Ole Padfoot would be proud.'
He tugged on his blindfold until finally, the magic wore off. When his blindfold came off, the first thing that he saw was a frog-like face and a flabby, out-of-shape, nude body. When her blindfold came off, her eyes widened.
"Eww!" Lupin reared back in disgust at seeing Umbridge. Dolores, on the other hand, had a different reaction.
Seeing that she had just been defiled by a Werewolf, she went apocalyptic. The scene that she caused would be remembered by the shopkeepers of Diagon Alley for generations. It all ended with Lupin making a nude dash for the Apparation point and escaping while Aurors poured in and tried to arrest him.
The following morning, Harry was relaxing in bed while Tonks cutely snored while resting her head on his chest. Gabrielle danced into the room and handed him his cup of morning coffee and the Daily Prophet. As she left, she did a little spin which caused the skirt of her tiny French Maid outfit to flare up. He saw that she wasn't wearing panties today. Harry knew that he was in for a long day of teasing from the sexy Veela. He kept his eyes on her lovely body as she sashayed out of the room. Tonks softly groaned and rubbed her face against his chest before going back to sleep. Harry took a sip of his coffee and opened the paper. He nearly spat it out when he read the front-page headline.
SEX PERVERT WEREWOLF ON THE RUN!
A picture of Lupin's naked ass from behind as he ran away from a crazed crowd played out on the front of the paper. Harry's eyes widened considerably when he read the report. Harry had just planned on getting a little revenge on both Lupin and Umbridge. The pair notoriously hated each other, so it was only natural for Harry to trick them into going to bed with one another. What he didn't expect was for Umbridge to claim that Lupin had "taken advantage" of her, as she had put it. Already there was an arrest warrant for Remus. Harry snorted then started to chuckle. If he turned himself in soon, he'd probably be able to beat the rap. Veritaserum was a handy potion, after all. But the longer that he stayed on the run, the more guilty that he looked. Personally, Harry didn't care what happened to him. He deserved to be in prison, no matter the charge. Harry hoped that Lupin would be found innocent so that he could continue to ruin his life.
There was another benefit that Harry wasn't expecting. He would have never guessed that Umbridge would be dumb enough to admit to having sexual relations with a Werewolf, no matter the excuse that she used. The pureblood elitist snobs didn't care about her reasons, whether they be true or false. To them, she was tainted and spoiled. Interview after interview with anonymous sources all said the same thing. They sympathized with her, but her life was basically ruined. She was already kicked out of proper pureblood society. Even the paper itself wasn't flattering to the woman. Harry would be surprised if she lasted more than a week in the Ministry before she was fired.
Harry's chuckling woke up the sleepy Metamorphmagus that was draped over his chest. She sat up sleepily and rubbed her eyes. "What's so funny?" she asked tiredly. Harry showed her the paper.
"It seems that your husband has found himself in a bit of a pickle," he snickered as he handed it over to her. As she read the paper, her eyes got wider and wider. As soon as she was done reading, she was no longer tired. Harry never noticed her reaction. His eyes were glued to her lovely breasts. He preferred to keep his room a bit on the cool side, and the cold air was making her nipples rock-hard. It made for a very pleasant scene.
"Oh, Merlin!" Tonks gasped in shock. "I need to go!" she declared and hopped out of bed. She scrambled around to find her clothes and even forgot to tell him goodbye before she ran out of the room. She even forgot to ask him about the meeting with Dumbledore. It was the whole reason why she was there in the first place! Harry shook his head mirthfully. The night couldn't have played itself out better. The only thing that he didn't like was that Tonks's son would suffer because of his parents' stupidity. No matter what, he would make sure that little Teddy would be well taken care of.
The Count
Dumbledore was sipping his morning tea when he suddenly choked on it. He couldn't believe his eyes. Remus's bare ass was plastered on the front page! Suddenly, his fireplace burned green and a nude Werewolf tumbled out. "Dumbledore! You've got to help me!" Lupin cried out as he pathetically crawled toward him. He crawled around the Headmaster's desk and grabbed onto his robes. "Please!"
If that wasn't bad enough, his fireplace burned green once again. "Dumbledore!" Tonks's voice rang out.
"I did what you said and spent the night with the Count! This morning though, I saw the paper, and …" she was suddenly cut off.
"You spent the night with the Count?" Lupin asked, hidden behind the desk. He stood up and placed his hands on his hips angrily. "You cheated on me?!" he ground his teeth as he stalked over to the fireplace.
"Well I …" Tonks began, but Lupin wasn't done yet.
"I always knew that you were a whore!" she spat. This really fired her up.
"That's rich coming from you. A fucking sexual deviant is what you are! And Umbridge of all people?! You've hit a new low!" she yelled back.
"I didn't do anything like that, you stupid slut!" he yelled back.
"Umbridge Fucker!" she declared loudly. Unbeknownst to Lupin and Dumbledore, Tonks reached up to the mantle and grabbed a hideous vase that her friend had gifted her. She pulled her head out of the fire and threw it as hard as possible.
"Calm yourselves!" Dumbledore stated in his most authoritarian voice as he walked up behind Lupin. Out of nowhere, the green flames flashed, and he saw Lupin duck. The old man wasn't fast enough and took the vase right in the forehead just as it sailed over Lupin's head. He fell backward as the vase shattered against his skull. He hit the ground so hard that the back of his skull bounced off of the stone floor. Instead of coming to Dumbledore's aid, Lupin ran up to the fireplace.
"How dare you throw that at me! Nymphadora? Are you there?" was the only thing that Dumbledore heard before he passed out.
When he finally woke up, he had to squint from the blinding white light. Thankfully, the light suddenly disappeared when the Healer quietly said, "Nox."
"His pupils still aren't responding correctly," she said out loud.
"He'll need to stay overnight then," another voice joined it. Dumbledore was very confused.
"Wha … Where am I?" he groaned from the splitting headache. He reached up to rub his sore head but only felt a thick bandage wrapped around his head. The turban-like bandage reminded him of a teacher that he once knew. His memory, however, was a bit sketchy at the moment.
"St. Mungos Critical Care Unit," the Healer said as she checked his pulse. "It seems that you took a pretty hard hit on the head. Severe concussion, deep laceration, massive blood loss. You were lucky that the Count came in and found you," she explained.
"It hurts," he hissed as he rubbed his bandaged head.
"I'm not surprised. We had to drill a hole in your cranium to drain the fluids that were building up and creating too much pressure on your brain. We were going to finish up and give you a dose of Skele-Gro, but unfortunately, Gringotts has declined the hospital's charge to your account," she told him.
"Well, I …" the Headmaster struggled to give her an answer that wouldn't embarrass him.
"Anyway … Here's your bill," she said, handing him the lengthy parchment. Dumbledore's eyes bugged out when she saw the massive charge.
"Seventeen thousand Galleons for a diagnosis! Fourteen hundred Galleons gown rental fee! Three hundred and twenty Galleons for meals?" he screeched as he looked around. He saw that there was indeed a meal on the side table, but it had clearly been eaten. What was once a T-Bone steak, was now just the bone with some pieces of fat left on the plate. The mashed potatoes were gone, and the mixed vegetables were completely devoured. The accompanying juice box was sucked dry, crushed in the middle, and left lying on its side next to the plate. Turning back to the parchment, he could see that the fees kept going and going. He suddenly remembered what she just said.
"The Count?!" he asked. "He was here?"
The Healer nodded her head. "He said that he was supposed to have a meeting with you, but when he came, he found you unconscious on the floor of your office. He brought you right in. He demanded that you get only the best and most expensive treatment that your money can buy. He said that a man of your caliber deserved it," she smiled with stars in her eyes. Like many, she had fallen for the charms of the Count of Montefeltro.
"How touching," Dumbledore ground out in irritation. Why couldn't the damn Count have taken him to Madam Pomfrey where he could be treated for free?! What was worse was that he had missed his shot with the Count! Dumbledore closed his eyes and sighed, wondering how he could get another meeting with him.
The Count
Harry Apparated back to his house and almost immediately, Apolline was at his side. She kissed him on the lips and asked him if he wanted any food.
"Thanks, but no. I already had the juiciest T-Bone. It was delicious," he smiled wickedly at her.