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Chapter 13: Taking out the Trash

"Let us go! You monsters, let us go!"

"Gag that one!"

"You wouldn't da-mmph! MMMPH!!!"

Draco sneers as he watches the group of filthy, naked muggle women being corralled into a large cage from his place above. His hand is still outstretched, a finger pointed at the one among them who would not shut up. Most of the other chained-up girls were silent, hunched in on themselves and trying to make themselves look small to avoid drawing attention. They knew by now that attention brought only pain. But there was always one among the batch who was just waiting for their chance to act, and it was apparent that tonight, on moving night, was the night this one thought she could get away with it.

Moving the product was always a risk, especially when the product was muggle, but it had been necessary. Draco had taken great pains to purchase this particular building just on the edge of Diagon Alley. It was nice and large, with ward stones at each of the four corners that magic could be channeled into. Every outer wall had already been layered with protective charms, including muffling that would make it all but impossible for anyone outside to hear what was going on inside.

This was good, because Draco's business wasn't necessarily legal. It should have been and perhaps once he had enough power and influence and wealth, he could make it legal… but that would take more than even his own father had managed to achieve… and where Lucius Malfoy had been stymied by Dumbledore and his ilk, Draco had no doubt that he would in turn have to contend with Harry Potter, the Man-Who-Won.

That was fine though, because he'd spent his entire life learning all about Harry, and he wasn't about to let the Gryffindor best him now. No matter that the other wizard had defeated Voldemort… Draco wasn't going to make the same mistakes as the Dark Lord. But, regardless. First things first was producing a reasonable revenue stream.

He'd managed to make Lord Greengrass his patsy for all of the gold he'd earned so far, but now the man was well and truly burnt and Draco was going to have to make his own gold. That was fine though, so far he'd found himself able to use the galleons that the Greengrass Patriarch had procured to set up his business quite nicely.

And now that said business had been moved from Knockturn Alley to Diagon Alley successfully, it was all going to get even better. It was-

"MMMPH!!!"

"Fuck, my nuts!"

Torn from his thoughts, Draco's head whips down, where he sees the now-gagged wench trying to actually make a break for it. Naked and barefooted, chained at the wrists, she's honestly in a full out sprint for the large, locked doors. The hired hand who'd been dealing with her is currently on his knees, groaning from the kick he took to the balls.

Rolling his eyes, Draco doesn't even let the defiant muggle reach the door. His wand comes up, and he mutters the incantation for Wingardium Leviosa under his breath as he gives it a flick. With a muffled screech, the muggle is pulled back and away from her supposed chance at freedom, dragging through the air as Draco guides her along with the tip of his wand, having no trouble at all with her weight.

He doesn't carry her back to the pen where the rest of the muggle wenches are being pushed in even now though. He keeps going, placing her instead high over a large, caged pit, right above the singular, small, one-person wide opening in the top of said pit. If he drops her… she'll certainly fall. She'll fall into the pit and have to contend with the Manticore.

Draco wasn't just in the muggle-trafficking business, though that was certainly the most lucrative of his ventures at this point. He also had a few animals he kept as pets, some of them legal, and some of them very much not legal. The Manticore was one of them, and though he has been trying to train it, largely through daily beatings with pummeling spells and withholding food, its not quite yet tamed.

As such, as soon as the starved Manticore senses the muggle woman's presence over its cage, it lashes out, trying to get at her. Its sharp rows of teeth even come up through the small hole as it snaps at her kicking feet. Of course, Draco has her juuust high enough that it can't reach her even at its best. That doesn't make the muggle feel any better though, if her screams and her continued flailing are anything to go by.

Meanwhile, the rest of the room has fallen completely silent. Both his men and the bitches they've been pushing into the muggle-holding pen have frozen up, watching the spectacle with either perverse glee or utter horror, depending on which you're talking about. Smirking slightly, Draco raises his other hand and snaps his fingers, using what little grasp on wandless magic he has to amplify the sound.

Gazes shift over to him and once most of the product and most of his men are looking up at him, he finally speaks.

"If anyone else wishes to… speak up, now is the time. Go ahead! Irritate me! Annoy me! Keep up this display of rebellion and I will gladly feed every last fucking one of you to my manticore! But hey, if enough of you piss me off, perhaps I'll change it up and give you to the flesh-eating slugs instead! They take their time."

The grins on the faces of the wizards he's hired are even wider now, while the muggle women are huddled together, not sure whether to watch him for further aggression or watch the one among their number who currently dangles mere inches from certain gory death. That one in particular has stopped her flailing now, and is just hanging in midair, trying to curl up on herself, sobbing with fear as the manticore continues to try to snap her up from below.

For a moment, Draco does indeed consider finishing the example he's making by ending the muggle's life. He can always get more, after all… the creatures are fucking everywhere, certainly the most popular mammals on the planet. But no… even if he CAN easily replace her, he can also sell her for a tidy sum as well, and there's no point in destroying his own product when the point he wants to make is already made now.

Slowly, purposefully, Draco draws the trembling, shaking muggle away from above the caged pit and to the pen where her and the others will now be staying. He makes sure to put her inside personally, and with her no longer flailing, its not hard to pass her through the open cage door. As soon as he releases her from the spell, she scrambles over to one of the pen's far corners, curling into the fetal position and rocking back and forth, still sobbing, still gagged.

The others are loaded into the cage in short order, at which point Draco calls out again.

"Crabbe! Goyle! You're to keep watch until the buyers arrive."

The two gorilla-like wizards both nod to Draco, as loyal now as they've been their entire lives. They are his men, through and through, raised to be so in a way, and he knows he can count on them, even if he can't quite count on their intelligence in more complex tasks. Put bluntly, he didn't trust the other wizards he'd hired, those men who are now moving elsewhere around the building, onto pre-planned patrol routes and to check up on some of the caged animals all around the main room.

… He trusted them to remain selfish and self-centered, and that was about it. They were in it for the pay, not because they respected him or were loyal to him, as he knew they should have been. Regardless, they were useful enough, for now. And perhaps as time went on, he would find more wizards like Crabbe and Goyle, men who were loyal because they saw the vision he had, rather than simply eager to get at his coin.

Perhaps… perhaps…

Turning about, Draco walks back into his office with a flourish of his cloak. Looking out over the main room from above, his office gave him an expansive view of his operations. Just how Draco preferred it. He hadn't gotten to where he was by NOT keeping an eye on the ne'er dowels under his employ… of course, stepping back into the office reminds him of one of the day's OTHER irritations.

In the far corner, chained and shackled and collared with large metal manacles, there is another muggle woman. This one is far better off than those down below, liberally cleaned with magic and even fed moderately well. She's still naked of course, and this shows off her beautiful body. Blonde of hair, busty and curvaceous, if she were a pureblood witch, she might very well be the kind of woman that Draco would court as a potential wife.

As it is, she's nothing but a muggle, and that makes her less than nothing in his eyes. She's good as chattel and not much more… but given her beauty, Draco had no issue taking her as his own personal property and pleasure slave during their last raid on the muggle city that surrounds the hidden wizarding world.

She belonged to him now, as all of the others did as well until he sold them. But he didn't intend to sell this one… at least not until he'd gotten his fun from her. He'd already slaked his lusts on her more than once by this point, and yet still she was… an annoyance, more than a source of comfort like a pet is meant to be.

"Cease your crying, wench! Do you not see how I care for you and provide for you compared to the others? You are mine, and so long as you are obedient and subservient, you will live in relative comfort as my pet!"

He'd tried to explain this to the blonde multiple times by this point, but at the end of the day, she WAS a muggle and muggles were inherently flawed creatures, unable to grasp basic logic, let alone complex thought like he was capable of. It was why they made such good slaves and not much else. Shaking her head, the blonde wench continues to cry, whimpering as he approaches.

Its only once he's towering over her, glaring down at her that she looks up at him. Draco is surprised to see a glare returned in his direction, and he barely dodges out of the way as she tries to spit in his face in pure defiance of his words. Luckily for her sake, he DOES dodge out of the way. Draco's not quite sure what he would do if her spittle landed, but it certainly wouldn't be pretty.

As is, he's still livid with her, and his wand comes up without a second thought as he incants the one of three unforgivable curses that he finds himself using the most recently.

"Crucio!"

Hissing out the pain curse, he jabs his wand point forward towards the helpless blonde muggle, holding her under the curse with building satisfaction for several long moments as she screams in agony. He breaks it off after a moment, watching as her screams die down and she gasps for breath. Her breasts heave in a truly delightful way in the meantime, and Draco feels his loins stirring as he considers taking advantage of the temporary meekness that always follows these little 'lessons' in obedience to have some fun with his slave.

But no, in the end he decides against it, knowing that he has preparations to make for the buyers who will be arriving soon to purchase his muggle product in bulk. Letting out a sigh, Draco flicks his wand, using magic to push the dog bowl closer to the blonde muggle, filled as it is with scraps and the like.

"Now eat, bitch."

He watches only long enough to make sure she leans over the bowl, trembling all over. Then, he turns and leaves her to it, ignoring her in favor of the books strewn across his desk on the other side of the room. Smiling down at the tomes, he knows his father would be proud of his impeccable record keeping. It was a skill that Lucius had drilled into his son from a very early age.

Writing down the names, the addresses, and the personal details of everyone who bought from him was simply good business sense. Flicking his wand out, he updates his ledgers with a new entry based on the sale he's supposed to be making tonight. The girls currently caged downstairs were actually all going to the same buyer, someone who'd spent a small fortune to get them.

Draco didn't know what the other man needed thirty muggle women for, nor did he care. The galleons that he'd be getting for this sale would probably be enough to finally allow him to buy his way into the Wizengamot and do something not even his father had managed to do. He would gain a family seat, and House Malfoy would take its rightful place among the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of the wizarding world… finally.

Settling into his high-back, cushioned chair, Draco steeples his fingers as he contemplates his future and his plans. In reality, he's mostly just fantasizing about becoming the most famous, most rich, and most powerful wizard in all of Europe. Soon… soon.

-x-X-x-

Unbeknownst to Draco, tonight is not the night that he gains the funds necessary to begin his rise to power. Tonight, is the night that it all comes crumbling down around him. While the pompous blonde Pureblood sits in his office, fantasizing about a future that will never come, one Harry James Potter has already infiltrated Draco's holdings.

Standing in the main room beneath his Cloak of Invisibility, which he now knows to be one of the Deathly Hallows, Harry has to take some time to calm himself at least a little. He's very nearly vibrating with rage and hate over what he's seen so far. He knew… he knew he needed it all. He knew he needed everything Draco had, he needed to take it all out without Draco having even the barest of warnings.

That was why, when he'd finally tracked down the caravan moving to the new building Draco had purchased on the edge of Diagon Alley the day before, he'd not immediately attacked. Even once he'd identified the muggle women naked and in chains beneath the magical illusions meant to keep them from view, he'd not intervened. He knew he could not, not yet anyways.

It'd been a damn near thing when Draco had put that one woman over the manticore pit though. The damned fool was actually trying to tame a manticore of all things, and not in any sensible way, but by starving the thing! Harry had been fully prepared to save the muggle woman and fight it out with Draco and his guards right then and there if need be. If Draco had dropped her even a foot, Harry's spell would have caught her and pulled her out of the way of the manticore's sharpened teeth.

Luckily, that did not end up being necessary. For the time being, Harry's presence in the main room was still undetected, and Draco had retreated into his office entirely. Pressing his lips together, Harry considers what he knows. He's already taken in the layout of the complex that Draco has purchased. He knows where all the rooms and hallways are, and a few of the mangy-looking wizards he's run across have already been knocked out and dragged out of sight.

Most of those who remained were still in this room… so it was probably time to deal with them, wasn't it? Glancing up at Draco's office and the large window that allows the pompous blond prick to look down on the main room from above, Harry flicks his wand out. A thin layer of silver covers the office window, portraying exactly what Draco expects to see on the inside, and obscuring the window from view on the outside.

Luckily, none of Draco's men are looking up at the moment. Harry smirks at that… and then silences the room. It wouldn't normally be possible to do so, at least for any normal wizard. A silencing spell took more power the larger the space you wanted to maintain with it, and the main room of Draco's new digs was quite large indeed.

But Harry is who he is and pouring enough magic into the spell while casting it with the Elder Wand makes silencing the entire room a piece of cake. All around him, still invisible, Harry watches as conversations abruptly cease. Not because the men who are having them stop talking, but because sound stops coming from their still-moving lips. Slowly, they DO stop talking, brows furrowing in confusion as those close to each other look at one another, while those who are alone grow unnerved by the sudden silence and turn about to look around the room.

As they're starting to panic, Harry is already moving around the outskirts of the large room, dealing with the stragglers and levitating them out of sight behind crates and cages, leaving them unconscious and stunned in the shadowy edges of the area. He handles quite a few of Draco's henchmen this way, but there's still a cluster who head into the center, trying to group up, waving their hands in the air and failing to communicate to each other, growing more and more frustrated in the absolute silence.

Even the muggle women are beginning to realize something is off, their tears and sobs now soundless, even as they continue to track down their dirty faces. Multiple pairs of eyes slowly look up and gaze around, and a few make eye contact with one another as they open their lips and find they cannot say anything at all.

Harry can't take the time to handle them right now though. He needs to deal with the men first. A few more stunners handles most of the group that's clustered in the center of the room next to the women's cage, but Crabbe and Goyle have clearly been practicing, because both of them manage to get up hastily cast Protegos to deflect the stunners meant for them.

Not inclined to let either have a chance to get off some sort of message to their boss, Harry overpowers those protegos with banishing charms that just so happen to send them both careening over the manticore's cage. They don't quite get to the small human-sized feeding hole in the center of the caged pit, but that doesn't stop the manticore's stinger from lancing out through the grating once and then twice, stabbing both beefy wizards in the folds of their fat necks.

This also happens in complete silence, but that doesn't stop the manticore either. The tail pushes them to the edge of the hole, and a large lion's paw reaches out and grabs them one by one, dragging them in. Harry can only imagine what THAT sounds like, so when he finally removes his invisibility cloak and stands among the unconscious wizards at his feet before the cage holding the muggle women, he only pulls the silence spell back from around them, rather from the entire room.

That doesn't stop him from holding a finger to his lips though as he unlocks and opens the door to their cage, reaching in to the one closest with an outstretched hand.

"Shhh… it's going to be okay. All of you are going to be okay. I'm here to help."

They're all clearly very afraid, but given the circumstances, Harry doesn't blame them. These are not witches, muggleborn or otherwise. These are muggle women, of which the wizarding world is FAR too responsible for a large portion of their trafficking. Harry knows for a fact that the muggle world has a human trafficking problem that stretches across the entire earth… and only the Statute of Secrecy stops them from cracking down on a large portion of it, given much of that trafficking is done by monstrous wizards like Draco who think so little of those without magic that they'd be willing to strip them of their freedom and sell them for coin.

It makes Harry sick to his stomach, but it also means that none of these women truly understand what's going on. None of them have any experience with magic, and none of them can fully comprehend what they've been drawn into. Unfortunately, they'll probably all need obliviate charms before they're allowed to go back to their previous lives… or perhaps not so unfortunately. Perhaps forgetting this and getting back to their lives with something more traumatic in their memories to explain their disappearances will help them move on better.

That's not for Harry to decide. As the first of the muggle women grabs his hand and lets him pull her out of the cage, the rest of them slowly begin to follow. There's not much pushing or shoving, even as they finally begin to realize he's telling the truth, or at least that they lose nothing by believing him, given their current circumstances. In the end, once they're all out of the cage and their manacles have fallen to the floor, unlocked by his magic, Harry nods and smiles as he looks at them.

"Please… remain here. I have to deal with the man responsible for this and then I can get you all help. I just didn't want to leave you in that cage for longer than necessary. But if you wander now, I can't guarantee your safety. You're a long way from home, all of you. Trust in me, and I'll make sure you get back."

There are hesitant nods all around. Harry smiles a little wider, before conjuring a pile of clothes as well as setting a generic heating charm over the entire area as they begin to slowly get dressed.

"Good. Don't worry… this won't take long."

With that said, he heads upstairs. Not via the stairs, of course, but with one magically-enhanced leap that sees him propelled up onto the catwalk that leads to Draco's office. The silver film is still over the window when he passes by it, and Draco is none the wiser. Not until Harry drops the silencing spell for the rest of the area and in the same moment blasts Draco's door open with an exploding charm.

There's a feminine shriek, and Harry is distracted very briefly by the knowledge that there's another naked woman, also likely a muggle, shrinking into the corner of the room away from the blast he's just made. This distraction allows Draco to react, rising from his chair, his eyes widening at the sight of Harry standing in the doorway.

The blond ponce's wand arm comes up and he casts two spells in the moment of time he has before Harry refocuses on him and reacts. Unfortunately for Draco, neither spell connects. Instead, Harry swats them back at their original caster. One, a sickly yellow, splashes across the wall behind the blond, while the other, crackling and white, slams into Draco's off-shoulder, causing him to scream in pain as the bone-shattering curse does its job and shatters his shoulder and upper arm in a dozen, dozen places.

"Hello Draco. You really shouldn't have used Greengrass as your patsy. Maybe if you hadn't, maybe if you'd not drawn me into this, you would have stayed off my radar. But you never could resist, could you? Not that I can complain… human trafficking, Draco? For that alone, I'm going to relish crushing you."

"F-Fuck you, P-Potter!"

With that snarl, Draco lifts up his wand again, that arm still functioning as he prepares to cast another spell. This time though, Harry is much faster. With a fast flick of his empty hand, the powerful young wizard breaks Draco's wand arm just like that, causing another cry to come from the disabled blond ponce as the wand in turn clatters from spasming fingers.

"Sit down, Draco."

An outward palm followed by a burst of magic makes sure Draco does, forcing him to sit back down in the chair he'd risen from when Harry first entered the room. A glance over at the young woman Draco has chained in the corner tells Harry all he needs to know about her purpose. She's cleaner than the girls downstairs were, but she's still chained up. On top of that, she has a collar around her neck, a dog bowl near her 'bed', and all sorts of marks across her otherwise pale flesh. From bruises to bite marks, what Draco has been doing to this poor muggle woman is very obvious.

Focusing his attention back on the blond man, Harry stalks forward, the Elder Wand's tip glowing as he points it at Draco's face.

"I'd say not to make me angry, Draco, but we both know you're far past that. So how about you don't make me angrier, yeah? I've got questions, and you're going to give me answers."

"No! I won'-GAAAAH!!!"

Harry flicks the Elder Wand, and Draco screams in pain as a tooth is viciously pulled out of his mouth and flung across the room, embedded in the far wall with the force that its expelled.

"You've got plenty more teeth for me to tear free, Draco. And then I can start on the fingers and toes."

"T-The books! The books have it all!"

Draco breaks easily, as he always did. Harry is unsurprised, given just how weak the young man has always been, compared to how strong he's always thought he was. Still, it does seem that Draco has learned some level of subterfuge, as Harry approaches and looks down at the books strewn across Draco's desk which the broken blond is gesturing with his chin to.

Each of them is covered in a dark red aura that Harry can only see because of how much magic he's using right now. It's a blood curse, as a matter of fact. No one outside of a Malfoy could look at these ledgers, not without suffering extreme consequences. Glancing between them and Draco shows that the young wizard is trying his best to hide his satisfaction and expectation.

Smirking slightly, Harry just waves his free hand over the tomes. As he does so, to his sight the dark red aura washes away as he dispels the blood curse, just like that. To Draco's eyes, nothing is happening… but there's no denying the way the blond ponce's face falls when Harry then reaches out and grabs one of the tomes, spinning it around and opening it up without suffering any ill effects.

"You-!"

Before Draco can say anything else, Harry silences him. Not with a silencing spell, but by literally forcing his jaw shut with a burst of magic. The other wizard won't be opening those lips again until Harry wants him to. Which is… probably never. Or at least, that's how Harry would prefer it. Letting out a contented sigh as relative peace and quiet falls, Harry looks through Draco's books… and can't help but let a slow, wide smile spread over his face, covering his features from ear to ear.

Draco keeps excellent records. Pristine, even. If Harry had to guess, this might be the other wizard's strongest skill, honestly. Everything Harry needs is right here in this ledger, in impeccable, magically done penmanship. Within the pages of Draco's ledgers, Harry finds several names he recognizes. People who even now hold positions in the Ministry, who even now hold seats in the Wizengamot. All of them have purchased things from Draco. Illegal things at that, though not always slaves. Some of it is restricted objects, some of it restricted animals. But there have also been purchases of muggle women among the bunch as well.

Nostrils flaring as he breathes out heavily, Harry waves each of the ledgers into his moleskin pouch at his side. They disappear into the bottomless bag without issue, even as Draco tries ineffectually to snarl at the theft. Pointedly ignoring the disabled wizard, Harry begins to look around the room. The office is extravagantly decorated, and he can't help but let out a soft whistle at all he finds in here. None of it is actually illegal, Draco doesn't seem inclined to keep dark objects in his place of work. Instead, its all tapestries and paintings and while some of it is gaudy in its golden exterior… Harry thinks its just perfect for his purposes.

"As recompense for your actions against the Greengrass family… this isn't enough, but it's a start. A flick of the Elder Wand sees the room's extravagant layers sliding down into his bottomless bag one by one. Of course, by the time he turns his attention back to Draco, its to see the man having decided that running for the door with two broken limbs is better than… well, whatever Harry has planned.

While he could easily stop him, he doesn't. Allowing Draco to flee the room, Harry nonchalantly unlocks the manacles and collar on the naked blonde woman in the corner, clothing her in the same moment without even so much as looking in her direction as he follows his enemy out of the office. Draco has stopped for a moment, nearly falling over the railing as he looks down below to see his goons knocked out, the manticore clearly feasting on something and the girls, his 'product' as his ledgers had referred to them, free of their cage and getting dressed as they comfort one another.

Several pairs of eyes lift up at the glimpse of his movement, filling with hatred as they lock onto Draco's face. Snarling in impotent rage, the blond ponce glances back and then begins to flee again when he sees Harry following him at a rather slow pace, taking his time, step by step echoing against the wooden floor of the catwalk.

Draco flees for the stairs, but with two broken arms, the wizard is in no position to properly balance himself. In his haste, he trips and falls down the stairs with a short scream that sees him smashing right into a large, LARGE fish tank. One might have expected the fish tank to be enchanted unbreakable, or at very least to have a thick glass given its contents.

But this WAS Draco they were talking about here. Harry arrives at the top of the stairs just in time to see the blond shatter the glass fish tank with his body and his body alone. This in turn causes a flood of water… and the flesh-eating slugs contained within the tank to spill out into the room. Harry lifts a hand and clenches is it into a fist, using his magic to create an invisible box for the water and the slugs to slosh around in… but its too late for Draco, by a long shot. The creatures are illegal for a reason, and they're already moving into his throat and eyes and beneath his clothes.

It's a grisly sight to be sure, but Draco's screams soon die off, and silence falls across the room. Only until a ragged cheer rises up from the crowd, joined by the woman Harry had left behind in Draco's office as she looks over the railing at the fate of the man who'd tried to enslave her. Harry can't help but smile slightly in the face of their macabre happiness. It was a terrible way to go… but for a man like Draco, perhaps it was the most fitting.

The next hour or so is spent making sure the women are okay, the flesh-eating slugs are once again properly contained, and the rest of the building is clear of threats. Only then does Harry call the aurors in, but not before he removes any memory of his face from the minds of the muggles he's saved. The aurors would take care of them, and St. Mungo's would see them well and then returned to their homes.

Meanwhile, Harry had something ELSE in mind for the ledgers he'd taken from Draco's office. While he knew he could trust the DMLE to handle the muggle women with care and treat them properly, it was a lot easier to damage records and parchment then it was to disappear actual human beings. The muggle women would not be targeted, because they knew nothing about Draco's dealing. The ledgers on the other hand, filled with the names of Wizengamot members and government officials, were staying with Harry for the time being.

Arriving home, the powerful young wizard immediately casts a mental Point Me spell in the direction of Lavender. But, unfortunately the blonde witch is nowhere to be found, at least not on the grounds. Since she's off at work, Harry instead switches the Point Me spell to Parvati Patil. He finds her in short order in his gardens, humming to herself and enjoying the cool night breeze and starlit sky as she drinks from a glass which is no doubt some sort of alcoholic beverage.

The area is well lit, and this part of the gardens is exceptionally beautiful at night, so he's not too surprised to find her here. As soon as she sees him, Parvati's eyes light up and she rises from her chair.

"Harry! Were you looking for me?"

It's clear from her tone that she's hopeful, but luckily for her, Harry has good news. Opening his moleskin pouch, he reaches in and immediately feels the tomes he took from Draco answer his call. Pulling them out one by one and laying them on the table, Harry smiles and nods in Parvati's direction.

"I was indeed. Take a look at these for me, will you?"

Blinking, Parvati grabs the first of the books and opens it up. Her brow furrows as she looks it over, then her eyes widen as she continues to flip through the pages. She grabs the next one a lot more quickly, opening it up and doing the same. When she finally looks up at him, he can see horror and excitement warring in equal measures across her face.

"Is this… what I think it is?"

Nodding solemnly, Harry gestures at the books strewn across the table now.

"I want you to write a new article for me, Parvati. I want you to bring to light the corruption in the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic that these books detail. All the illegal and elicit acts that Draco Malfoy performed at the behest of the names in these ledgers… I want to show the evidence to everyone, to leave no doubt of their guilt. We'll make sure the entire wizarding world sees this information, and only then will we turn over copies of it to the proper authorities so that they can excise the scum from within their own bodies."

Parvati's eyes have been getting progressively larger as he speaks, her mouth opening. She's panting by the time Harry is done, and he's not all that surprised when the Indian witch practically leaps over the table to tackle him to the ground, kissing him deeply and grabbing him roughly by his tangled black locks. Harry's hands instinctively go to her hips as they end up on the soft grass beneath them, making out heatedly with no end in sight.

Clothes begin flying in short order, both his and Parvati's, and Harry doesn't mind one bit. He lets her strip them both naked, and even goes ahead and helps her in some small ways with his magic. When she's done, she kneels between his legs and leans over his crotch, rubbing her face against his cock and balls and smearing his precum across her mocha features.

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Let me show you how… grateful I am for this opportunity and for all you've done for me. Please?"

Harry just chuckles at her eagerness and nods his head, laying back and letting her have at it. Licking her lips, Parvati quickly begins to bob up and down on his cock, slurping and sucking at it to get him fully erect. Once she's done so, she pulls back again, smiling at him as she continues to nuzzle his leaking member.

"I'm on better terms with father now, thanks to you. He's stopped talking down to me every time we speak. And… Padma and I are sisters again, friends even. We're not going to let him drive us apart ever again."

Running his fingers through her hair, Harry watches as she quickly swallows him back into her mouth after she's finished her piece, eagerly giving him head, quickly beginning to deep-throat his cock without much issue as she swallows continuously.

"I'm glad. I'm glad you're happy, Parvati…"

His response seems to spur her on even further. Parvati's chocolate eyes roll around in her head as she sacrifices all caution and begins to truly fuck her face on his cock, still swallowing of course, but it doesn't always work at the speed she's going.

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk!"

Harry groans and tilts his head back, thoroughly enjoying her enthusiastic blowjob as she sucks his cock all the way to the base while using one of her hands to massage and knead his ball sack. She's very good at this, and obviously very eager to please. But Harry is already pleased with her. Parvati Patil has opened up so many possibilities for him. Their relationship is one of… mutual benefit, to be sure.

Its not long before her flexing throat, skilled tongue, and sucking lips finally bring him off. With a grunt, Harry begins to cum. But Parvati is ready for it, pulling back in the last moments as she feels his balls churning and his release flowing up the length of his shaft and towards her throat. She swallows what she can and lets the rest spurt upwards and outwards onto her face and her mocha tits.

Sitting back on her haunches for a moment, Parvati grins through the white glaze across her features, jiggling her cum-covered breasts and lifting an eyebrow as she looks between his cock and his face.

"Ready for Round Two, Lord Potter-Black?"

Chuckling at the teasing tone, Harry finally rises from his place on the ground. Parvati is quick to move into position as he too gets on his knees, and by the time he's reaching for her, she's turned away and prepared for him to take her doggystyle, her cute dark rump jiggling as she wiggles it back and forth, looking over her shoulder at him and biting her lower lip needily.

Grinning, Harry reaches out… and pulls the bottom of the jeweled butt plug she has in her ass out of her back door, causing Parvati to moan needily. He replaces the sex toy with his cock a moment later of course, knowing just how much she loves anal play.

"Yesss, Harry~ Fuck me! Fuck my tight little asshole!"

He's more than happy to do so. Grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her to arch her back, Harry begins to fuck the lubed orifice right there on the spot, pounding into Parvati's back door with all due strength. He fucks her… and she absolutely loses control, her moans and cries loud enough to wake the dead as she shrieks out her pleasure and almost immediately climaxes from the anal plundering she's receiving.

Her pussy juices squirt out across the grass as the muscles along her ass' inner passage squeeze down tightly and rhythmically around his pistoning prick. Not that that stops Harry from fucking her just as hard through the next several orgasms as well. Fucking her from behind, plowing her beautiful mocha butt with his big fat cock… its as great as it ever is.

After several rounds of Parvati climaxing and collapsing and then begging for more, Harry's own release is finally milked with him. He pumps his load deep into the Indian witch's bowels, and then he pulls out of her and flips her over onto her back. Looking up at him, she's clearly exhausted. Harry can see the glaze over her eyes, can tell she's already been drained of most of her strength. That doesn't stop her though.

"Keep… keep going! I want you to f-fuck me like you mean it, Harry! Slake that insatiable lust on me… use me as your fuck toy, e-even if I pass out!"

Growling at the words, turned on immensely and almost spurred forward by a primal lust, Harry grabs Parvati and begins to fuck her again, this time thrusting home into her cunt, which immediately tightens up even more than her ass had been by the end of that around his cock. She cries out and begins to orgasm again in short order, but Harry is more focused on himself right now.

After all, she'd told him to use her right? She'd begged him to fuck her like he meant it, to slake his 'insatiable lust' on her. So that's exactly what Harry does. He pounds Parvati senseless, and then he keeps right on fucking her. He grabs and kneads her tits, mauling them as he works his own cum into her flesh like some sort of moisturizer. She moans, and she cries out, but she never tells him to stop, she never asks him to slow down.

Quite the opposite, in fact. Instead she squeals, and she screams, but she also begs and pleads for him to give her more whenever it seems like he's slowing down for ever a second. Her voice, throaty in nature by now, constantly pipes up to ask him to continue to fuck her, right up until she can't anymore. By the time he cums inside of her, Parvati is barely hanging on by a thread.

Looking down at her, Harry decides that even if she DID give him permission, he's not going to continue after she's very clearly done. He's had his pleasure from her now, every hole in fact… time for bed. Grabbing her up, Harry impales the beautiful Indian witch on his cock. Parvati in turn clings to him, wrapping her limbs around his body.

He continues to fuck her like this as they walk, and Parvati serenades him with her moans and her mewls and her praise, worshipping him with both her squeezing cunt and her lips as she tells him how good it feels, how she wants more of it. She's clearly out of it by now, but definitely still going. He takes her to her room like this, and he lays her down on her bed. When she pulls him down with her, he satisfies her lusts a few more times, and fills her cunt with his seed at least twice more before Parvati finally, FINALLY passes out.

Its clear that she's been working on her stamina, there's no doubt about that. But in the end, she still falls to his might, and Harry leaves her laying on her own bed as he makes his way to his study. Draco's ledgers, collected from the gardens on their way inside, are then splayed out across Harry's desk as he begins to go through them more closely.

At the same time, he snaps his fingers and books fly off his own shelves, coming over to the desk as he needs them. Harry is doing… research. This is certainly the least exciting part of all of this, but that makes it no less necessary, at the end of the day. One way or another, Harry knows this much. When shit hits the fan and Parvati's article goes public, there will be those who are named by the ledgers who try to escape responsibility.

There will also be those who try to lash out in response to being exposed, who aim to silence Parvati or Harry or even just everyone. Those are the people Harry needs to find out the most about right now. Those are the people he's going to prepare for. He won't let any harm come to his family because of his actions… no matter what, he will protect all of them.

Settling down at his desk, eyes flickering across pages, fingers running along sentences, Harry presses his lips tightly together as he takes in the information before him, keeping his temper in check with repeated breaks and long inhales and exhales. What Draco was involved in is… horrendous, and while the blond himself is now dead, there's a rather large mess left behind that Harry WILL clean up. It might not be his responsibility, but he's going to do it all the same.

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Chapter 14: Interviewing for an Assistant

Harry keeps all the worry off his face as he smiles and plays with his children, using his magic to make toys zoom through the air overhead, delighting and amazing them. No matter how busy he gets, he's decided that he's ALWAYS going to make time for his tots. He won't be an absent father, no sir, no how. And to be absolutely fair, Harry has been VERY busy in the last few weeks.

Parvati's article had been published five weeks ago, and it had left the magical world in a fucking uproar the likes of which Harry hadn't seen for quite some time. The evidence was irrefutable, and when the aurors finally came knocking, Harry gladly handed it over, so they could begin the investigations they HAD to make now, with the public breathing down their necks as it was.

The problem came from the corrupt idiots who the evidence implicated. Because of course they weren't just going to roll over and take it. Still, Harry had expected them to be smart enough to try to flee. He hadn't thought the bumbling buffoons truly thought they could get away with it all. What he'd forgotten was the simple fact that humans, in general, are irrational creatures. Wizards? Even more so.

In retaliation, some of the members of the Wizengamot had actively tried to help a foreign wizard kill Parvati and Lavender over the article. Said foreign wizard was one of the Ministers of Magic in some small country in Eastern Europe. Except it was increasingly apparent once the article's information spread that he wasn't so much the Minister of Magic, but the Dictator of Magic in his country.

That country, from what Harry had heard, received immediate censure and isolation from the international community when it became clear that he would not be removed from his position or even charged with a crime within his own borders. In response, the foreign fuckwads had grown angry at having his authority challenged or some-such bullshit, and he'd sent a rather large group of assassins to kill Parvati for the humiliation.

They'd attacked her in her very office, but because of the security that Lavender had hired after the death threats the magazine began to receive immediately after publishing the article, neither she nor Parvati was injured. The security had been able to hold the hit squad off long enough for Harry to arrive and destroy them, but then, that was just another problem, wasn't it?

Why had Harry been the one to handle things? Simple, the Aurors had been held up by a false call made by one of the corrupt members of the Wizengamot. Even now, those fools were trying to hold onto their power, even with the public braying for their blood. If they could, Harry had no doubt that they would gladly turn Magical Britain into the same sort of dictatorship as their friend in central Europe.

Regardless, what the whole incident had told Harry was obvious. Even though he didn't like it, he was going to have to take more of an active role in politics. This required his personal touch. And with the amount of gold at his fingertips… well, he could do a hell of a lot. Harry had started by secretly funding several different fledgling rebel groups to overthrow the foreign fuckwad who thought he could threaten Harry's family members. If nothing else, they would give that particular dictator something else to worry about for a while.

Still, taking this on his plate just made life all the more hectic for Harry. Much of it was in a good way though. But regardless, with his ownership of Puddlemere, his time with Family, his research and the new inventions he's been working on, and now politics? Harry was barely organized and actively stressed out and stretched to the limits at all times.

To their credit, his wives had taken notice. But unfortunately, they couldn't help all the time. Padma had taken some of the burden by helping him manage the Quidditch side of things as his assistant manager. Lavender and Parvati were still hard at work on the media side of things, not in the least bit cowed by the threats on their lives. Tracey, meanwhile, was working harder than ever before at her apprenticeship, which would soon be over. She was so close to becoming a certified Potions Mistress, and Harry was proud of her. Still, it left her away from home quite a lot.

Fleur was also away from home, given she'd recently been promoted and was now traveling across Europe on Gringotts' behalf. And Hannah had her restaurant to manage and wasn't willing to take much of a break from that yet, since it was her baby. Meanwhile Susan was… well, Susan was one of the few voices in the Wizengamot Harry could trust. But she needed to stay out of the things he was doing. Plausible deniability and all that.

Meanwhile, the three Greengrass women that now lived with Harry were all pregnant. Back when Lady Greengrass had become his Mistress, Harry had gotten a bit enthusiastic. None of them had come out of that unscathed, and both mother and daughters were all beginning to show now. Harry was happy with that, and eager to have three more children to dote upon and care for… but that did mean they couldn't help as much, especially since they were still working on their own paths as well.

Astoria was apprenticed to a Rune Mistress, Daphne was studying to become a magical solicitor, and Lady Greengrass was now managing the Greengrass' finances after the numerous failures of her husband, leaving her hands full too. She still dropped around as much as possible to help him relax in her role as his mistress, something Harry enjoyed quite a bit, but she was still quite busy.

In truth, the only witch that was able to help him out right now was Gabrielle. The young veela had taken to being his assistant with gusto, and at first Harry had been downright relieved. But while Gabrielle was in no way a slouch, it had become apparent in the last two weeks that she'd been working under him that they needed more help. They needed to hire someone that could be trusted, and that was good with children. They needed to bring someone in from the outside to be another assistant and take some of the load off of Gabrielle's shoulders.

A tall order, to be sure, but Harry was sure there had to be SOMEONE in all of Magical Britain who fit the bill. They just had to find them…

"… Harry."

Blinking, pulled from his thoughts, Harry looks over to see Gabrielle peeking into the nursery and smiling slightly. As he's gotten distracted by his own mind, he's continued to spin the toys about the room with an almost unconscious control over his magic. Meanwhile, all of his children, still quite young, have fallen to sleep in their cribs. Gabrielle's tone is quiet and she's clearly trying not to wake them, so Harry moves slowly and just as quietly as he sets the toys down and makes his way out of the room.

Once the door is closed, Gabrielle gives him a smile that says she'd like nothing more than for him to press her up against the closest wall and impregnate her right then and there. He knows that look well by this point, he's gotten it a hundred times since he became a father and his wives started watching him interact with the babies. Apparently being a good dad was like catnip for witches. Who knew?

Still, while her smile and her eyes might have been communicating one thing, her lips communicated another as she spoke softly, leading him away from the nursery.

"The interviewees have all arrived, Harry. They're waiting on the other end of the manor, and the security charms are in place to make sure they don't wander. All of them passed their preliminary checks, so they're cleared to be on the premises for this day and this day only. A more comprehensive check will need to be done if any of them move on to stage two of the clearing."

Harry nods slowly, before snapping his fingers off to the side. One of his House Elves immediately answers the unspoken call, and Harry directs them back towards the nursery to watch over the sleeping babes within. There wasn't much more powerful than a House Elf as a security measure as it turned out, and while Harry trusted his wards and his charms, he also trusted the elves who served under him implicitly. Especially since he'd given them permission to break wizarding law and detain or even kill any wizard who sought to harm his children or his wives.

"Are we going forward with the plan we discussed beforehand?"

Gabrielle's smile widens a bit, becoming almost shark-like as she bobs her head up and down, her silver-blonde curls bobbing with her.

"As long as you're still okay with it."

Harry smirks back at her and reaches out to touch her shoulder, rubbing his thumb into the back of her neck.

"I should be asking you that. It'll be you that those who cannot control themselves will focus on, if we have you use your allure on them all to see if any are worth our time. I won't let anything happen to you of course, but still."

Gabrielle just shrugs, a somewhat demure smile on her face now.

"I am used to it, Harry. Eyes follow me where ever I go. It is just the way of things. But I appreciate your concern. Still it is for the best. This way, we will be able to weed out the chaff from the wheat, no?"

Chuckling, Harry nods as they make it to his office, off of which is a small temporary waiting room where all of the interviewees for the day have been told to stay. Harry moves to his desk as Gabrielle moves to the door to said waiting room, though the veela waits until he's seated and has given her permission. When he's finally situated, Harry looks over at his beautiful assistant and smiles, giving her a nod and answering her question in the same moment.

"Yes. Yes, we will."

Gabrielle just giggles and then opens the door and calls the first of many names. Harry settles back and lets out a sigh, lacing his fingers together as he watches a wizard walk in and take a seat on the other side of his desk. Gabrielle sits down in the chair next to the interviewee, ostensibly to make him feel more comfortable… but within moments, not even past the second question, the wizard's eyes are straying almost constantly, and Harry is already beginning to both regret and feel grateful for their little test.

Still, one way or another, this was going to be a long day…

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As Harry rubs his forehead, he reflects on that thought having been somewhat prophetic. Hours later, and he could indeed confirm, today HAD been a long day. After several interviews, the powerful young wizard was fairly happy to have brought Gabrielle along… but also surprised to learn that he himself acted as a similar sort of lightning rod for the female applicants.

The wizards couldn't spend half a minute without glancing over at the part veela, while the witches spent more time flirting with and trying to seduce Harry rather than answering questions. There was some overlap as well of course, some witches who were more interested in Gabby, and some wizards who were more interested in him. Harry didn't much care what their sexual preferences were, what he cared about was their work ethic.

Not a single interviewee so far had proven to be the sort of material he was looking for in an assistant. Oh sure, Harry was no stranger to sex, and given his relationship with Gabrielle, perhaps it was even likely that he'd end up fucking whoever they hired as well, so long as they were a witch. But if they couldn't even answer basic questions about what they would be doing on HIS time for him, then Harry had no time for them, whatsoever.

Now, here they were hours later, and not a single person had managed to make it into the maybe pile, let alone the no pile. Harry was beginning to seriously despair, so when Gabrielle glanced out and then looked back at him, mouthing 'one person left', he was actually a little relieved. Even if this first day of interviewing had been a complete bust, at least it was almost over.

Waving a hand to Gabrielle to let them in, Harry settles back and awaits this newest interviewee. Only, to his surprise, he recognizes the witch as she walks into the room and makes her way over to the chair, sitting down on the edge of the seat quite primly while Gabrielle takes her position next to her. He recognizes her quite well.

This is Romilda Vane, the girl who once tried to love potion him. She was one of two witches who he not-so-lovingly thought of as his biggest stalkers back at Hogwarts. The other was red of hair and the only female Weasley in the generation. Needless to say, Harry wasn't well-pleased that Romilda had managed to make it past the preliminary round. He could only imagine what the witch was like these days after how she'd been at Hogwarts.

His jaw clenched, the young wizard is ready to end the interview right then and there, and he can see that Romilda knows it too, the nervousness in her eyes plain as day. But before he can say a word, Gabrielle, who also notices his irritation and annoyance, but incorrectly misinterprets it as more of a general distaste with how the whole day has gone, jumps in.

"This'll be our last interview of the day, Harry. Let's give her a chance, yeah? She did wait all this time."

Harry very nearly scoffs at that. Of course she did, thirsty wench was probably sopping wet, fantasizing these past several hours about being his assistant, about seducing him away from his wives. The fact that she'd tried to douse him with a love potion should have disqualified her right off the bat, but that wasn't exactly something that Harry had gone around telling people about. Gabrielle had no way of knowing, but they'd have a nice, long talk later.

First, he had to get through this interview.

"… Fine. Let's begin, Ms. Vane."

Romilda straightens up, while Gabrielle lifts an eyebrow. After all, his veela assistant hadn't introduced the interviewee quite yet. Harry doesn't really have time for Gabrielle at the moment though. He just wants to get this over with. So, without further ado, he starts the interview, expecting Romilda to be just like all the other witches, if not worse. Hopefully Gabrielle's very presence would stymy her worse impulses, but Harry wasn't exactly expecting a miracle here.

He ends up very surprised indeed. Despite Gabrielle's allure, which was indeed affecting Romilda, and despite her clear and obvious infatuation with him, the young witch managed to remain perfectly professional. She still wanted him, obviously, and Harry was fully prepared to set all sorts of conditions on the magical contract he was going to have her sign so that he didn't find himself drinking a love potion with his breakfast any time soon, but as sad as it was… Romilda was hands down, the best candidate they'd had all day.

She answered their questions perfectly in most cases, and Harry could tell that she managed to impress Gabrielle. She certainly impressed him. When the interview was over, the wizard exchanged a glance with his assistant and then made an executive decision.

"Romilda… why don't you go wait in the waiting room for a moment, so we can discuss amongst ourselves."

The witch blinks at that, and then nods and stands up, leaving the study and returning to the temporary waiting room where she'd been for the past several hours. As soon as she's gone, Gabrielle lets out an actual squee and gives Harry the widest grin.

"She's perfect, Harry! I always thought saving the best for last was just a saying, but damn if we didn't manage to get through all the chaff before we finally found our girl! And I think she likes you just a little too, if you're into that sort of thing~"

Harry considers Gabrielle for a long moment, before letting out a sigh and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Now was probably when he SHOULD be explaining his history with Romilda Vane, but he still didn't really want to bring it up. It was water under the bridge or something, and if they did hire her, he was already planning on taking precautions.

That's the moment he realizes it. He's going to hire her. He's already planning the precautions after all, and in his head, it's practically a done deal. Romilda had managed to sell herself quite well in the interview, and as Harry sat there behind his desk, contemplating this… he knew he wasn't going to let the witch walk away. Despite her past, she was imminently qualified for the position. And so long as she'd actually reformed, he could see her being an asset to the household and to him.

"… Very well. We'll try a trial period, alright?"

Gabrielle grins and immediately hops up, grabbing Romilda from the other room and sitting her back down in her chair. The veela doesn't retake her own chair though, instead standing behind the other witch as she massages Romilda's shoulders. It's clear that the young witch is a little distracted by this, but she focuses on Harry when he begins to speak, explaining what's going on.

Once he's told her that they're hiring her for a bit of a trial period, Romilda's eyes light up and she leans forward a bit, only to be pulled back by Gabrielle.

"T-Thank you, Lord Potter! Thank you for this chance! I promise I won't disappoint!"

Harry grunts and keeps a firm frown on his face as he nods at her.

"You better not. Now, let's discuss what's expected of you and what to expect working for me in our home."

Only belatedly does Harry have reason to regret not giving Gabrielle all the details, because the horny part veela jumps on that and immediately interjects, grinning wickedly as she leans in close, still standing right behind Romilda.

"First things first! Sometimes, you might be called to relieve some of Harry's stress from time to time!"

Her hands slide off of the suddenly-frozen witch's shoulders, and Gabrielle begins to grope Romilda's breasts right then and there, right in front of Harry. Harry tries to warn the veela off, giving her a stern look… but it's not enough, and its obvious that Gabrielle has gotten far bolder since she lost her virginity to him.

"Do you think you could do that? Do you think you're prepared to be Harry's assistant in ALL the ways that matter?"

While she's talking, Gabrielle is also working at Romilda's robes, and the blouse beneath them. She soon has the witch's breasts out and exposed, and Romilda's blush is all the way down to her chest as she bites her lower lip but nods in response to Gabrielle's questions all the same. Smirking, the veela tweaks Romilda's nipples a bit, and then suddenly moves away from her. She walks around Harry's desk to where Harry is sat in his chair and looks at him with that impish grin still on her face, even as she reaches down and begins to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling his length out.

Romilda is practically leaning over the desk at this point and Harry watches the witch's eyes widen at the sight of his cock, her tongue immediately darting out to lick at her lips as she begins to salivate right there on the spot. Gabrielle also sees this, even as she slowly, sensually strokes Harry's cock up and down his length. Smirking, the veela lifts an eyebrow at the other woman in the room.

"Well? Get over here, girl!"

Leaping to her feet, her tits bouncing all over the place as a result, Romilda hurries around to the side of the desk that Harry and Gabrielle currently occupy. As soon as she's in reach, the veela snatches Romilda by the wrist and slaps Harry's cock into her hand, before ultimately forcing her to her knees.

"Go on. Show us what you're made of."

As Romilda strokes his shaft with not just that one hand but both hands, Gabrielle continues to undress Harry, smiling all the while. Harry, at this point, has just decided to go with the flow. He's going to see how everything plays out… but he's NOT going to let Ms. Vane get away from here without some serious magic making sure that she doesn't do anything to hurt him or his after this.

Romilda, meanwhile, is clearly ecstatic, a bright smile on her face as she looks up at him while giving him the enthusiastic handjob.

"You can count on me, my lord. I am yours to command, and yours to use whenever and however you want me."

Harry lifts an eyebrow at that, not quite willing to admit that he likes the idea, but Gabrielle is there to jump in again, dragging Harry out of his chair and to his feet as she helps pull the rest of his clothes off before grabbing a fistful of Romilda's hair.

"Good! Because now we're going to see if you're any good at sucking cock! Open wide, love!"

Doing as she's told, Romilda's jaw stretches open around Harry's cock as Gabrielle, with her hand on the back of the other witch's head and firmly holding her steady, guides the pace of the ensuing blowjob throughout the entire encounter. Harry watches on, his hands at his sides for the moment as he just enjoys watching Romilda Vane suck his dick under Gabrielle's direction.

Of course, the instant that Gabrielle tries to go further than a few inches down his shaft, Romilda begins to gag, and eventually the witch's hands instinctively come up to Harry's legs, trying to push away due to her involuntary reaction. Gabrielle doesn't like this, not one by. Dragging Romilda back off his cock, the part veela pulls the witch's head back and frowns down at her.

"Really? That's all you can do? You should know now, Ms. Vane… Harry is SURROUNDED by women who can take his magnificent member all the way to the hilt in their tight little throats! If you want to be of use to our lord, you'll have to improve!"

With that, the veela drops down to her knees right alongside Romilda, and as she regulates the witch to ball-licking duty, she herself spends a few minutes deep-throating Harry's cock, showing Romilda how it's done and swallowing him to the base as she gulps him down again and again and again. Harry can't help but be a little amused. It's obvious that Gabrielle is having the time of her life, both in bullying Romilda Vane and getting to spend some time fellating him herself.

When she eventually pulls back off of his member after several minutes have gone by, she's got a self-satisfied look on her place and a smile that's quite wide. Pulling Romilda back from his well-licked balls as well, she brings her face to face with Harry's erection once more.

"Ready for Round Two? Show me how it's done!"

Romilda tries. She really does. She even gets halfway down Harry's dick this time before the gagging and choking gets to be too much, and she has to pull back, sputtering helplessly. Gabrielle growls as she yanks the witch back by her hair and begins to berate her.

"Merlin, what sort of useless assistant are you trying to be? Harry's taking a chance on you, wench, so you better prove that you're worth it right fucking now!"

Romilda looks to almost be in tears, so Harry finally intervenes, letting out a sigh as he reaches out and places a pointed hand on Gabrielle's head. The part veela freezes up and both women listen as he speaks.

"As I recall, Gabrielle… you had some problems the first few times as well. You shouldn't expect more from our new employee than you yourself could manage, should you?"

Gabrielle's face immediately goes bright red, while Romilda's eyes shine at Harry standing up for her. Eventually, the embarrassed veela coughs and avoids the question, instead reaching out to tweak Romilda's nipple again, drawing a yelp from her.

"W-Well, you'll have to practice often, a-alright?"

Smiling, Harry pulls back his hand and Gabrielle hurries to re-assert her control over the other witch, getting them both to their feet and beginning to strip Romilda the rest of the way down right then and there. Harry steps back and strokes his saliva-coated cock for a bit, watching with hooded eyes as his new hire is laid bare before him even more than she already was before. Of course, as soon as Romilda realizes she's being undressed for sex with him, she eagerly helps Gabrielle strip her down.

Once Romilda is nude, Gabrielle is quick to strip HERSELF down as well, and Harry can see from the light of the study that both women are quite wet down betwixt their thighs, equally so and glistening with pussy juices as Gabrielle pushes Romilda back towards his desk, ultimately forcing the other witch on top of the large piece of wood furniture and onto her back.

As soon as she's done so, Gabrielle eagerly circles around the desk to where Romilda's head is propped up, looking at Harry. Leaning over her from behind, Gabrielle spreads the witch's legs apart and shows that she's completely drenched, smirking wickedly at Harry and very clearly offering Romilda up to be fucked right then and there. Not that Romilda herself is opposed to the idea from the looks of things. Not one bit.

Harry though, can't help but be a little amused as he steps forward, cock getting closer and closer to Romilda's dripping, drooling quim.

"Someone's certainly enjoying themselves. Are you having fun, bullying my new assistant? Are you so sure that I'll make you her superior, Gabrielle?"

Blushing deeply, Gabrielle averts her gaze in the face of Harry's comments… but, they don't stop her from using her fingers to spread Romilda's pussy lips nice and wide. Getting the hint, Harry lines up and then slams into Romilda's cunt, filling the needy witch to the brim with his massive rod of man meat. Immediately, Romilda Vane is screaming with pleasure, moaning loudly and lewdly as she orgasms right upon insertion, his very first impalement bringing her to climax.

"Yes! Fuck me, my lord! Oh, how I've dreamed of this moment for so long! Oh, how I've longed to be of use to you! Please, use me as you will, break me with your magnificent c-cock!"

Harry lifts a brow as Gabrielle just stares at him, slightly confused. Of course, the veela didn't know how Romilda truly was. She only had the interview to really go off of, as well as Romilda's eagerness when things started getting sexual. Now though, Romilda isn't just eager, she's fanatical as Harry continues to fuck her. Honestly, he should probably be surprised, but he's not. This is exactly what he expected from Romilda Vane, the moment she walked in the door.

"I-I want to stay at your side forever! Even if its on my knees, o-or on my back! Pump me full of your baby batter my lord, knock me up with your children! I'll have as many kids as you want, as many as you're willing to give me, your worthless, ever-loyal servant! I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!"

The impressive thing is, she manages all of that while continuously cumming on his cock. By this point, Harry is just grinning. Mostly because Gabrielle's reaction to Romilda showing her true colors is more irritation and aggravation than anything else. With a growl, the veela reaches down and grabs Romilda by the throat, forcing her head back off the edge of the table and grinding her cunt right into Romilda's face.

"If you have time to talk, you have time to put that tongue of yours to better use, slut! Get me off, or I swear I won't let you EVER bare one of our lord's children!"

That's not exactly up to Gabrielle, of course, but Harry isn't about to waylay her in the midst of their pleasure. Instead, as Romilda hurriedly gets to work eating the part veela out, and Gabrielle in turn moans and leans over the witch again, towards him, Harry reaches out and laces his fingers through her silver-blonde hair, pulling her moaning mouth into a deep, passionate, tongue-filled kiss as he continues to fuck Romilda Vane with all his might.

Gabrielle likes this, she likes it quite a lot. Using the other witch's tits for leverage, gripping and squeezing them tightly, Gabrielle pushes off of the ground a little, standing on her tip-toes and inadvertently putting even more weight on poor Romilda's face as she intertwines her tongue with Harry's and kisses him to her heart's content.

Of course, when Harry finally cums inside of Romilda, the overworked witch passes out. She was already cumming her brains out every damn time he so much as thrust into her, so it wasn't any surprise that upon feeling him painting her womb white with his sticky ejaculate, she immediately stiffened and then went limp.

Just because Harry wasn't surprised didn't mean that Gabrielle was happy about it though. Growling, the veela hops off for a moment to look down to see Romilda's wet ahegaoing face, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth limply.

"… Damn wench fell asleep on the job! I didn't even cum yet!"

Harry laughs, but as Gabrielle prepares to wake Romilda back up and make her finish what she started, he stops her, coming around the desk and grabbing up the veela in a hug as he kisses her deeply and grinds his still-hard cock against her skinny tummy.

"Don't worry, my love… I'll take care of you."

Gabrielle's spirits are immediately lifted as her eyes light up. Then she's moaning, as the next thing the veela knows, Harry has her up against the nearest wall and is thrusting into her as he pins her there. Her limbs immediately wrap around him as he does this, and they go back to kissing passionately and lovingly while Harry takes Gabrielle to pound town. It doesn't take her long to cum, and then she cums over and over again as Harry plows her nice and hard.

Its funny, because its exactly what they both wished they could have done hours before, right outside the nursery. Now that work was done, and they could play, it was exactly what they were doing now. Harry fucks Gabrielle up against the wall for several minutes, before eventually he lets her down and then spins her around, only to push her face-first into the hard surface again, this time ramming into her from behind.

The veela squeals like a stuck pig, moaning all the while and begging Harry to give it to her harder, to knock HER up with child as soon as possible. This continues on, but eventually there comes a point where Gabrielle simply can't feel her legs, and as she all but collapses, Harry drags her away from the wall and back to the desk, bending her over it right next to the passed-out form of the witch that she'd convinced him to give a chance to.

Romilda comes back to consciousness to the sounds of Gabrielle getting absolutely railed from behind, bent over Harry's desk, her feet no longer having to support her weight and her spasming legs twitching constantly. She looks to the side and finds Gabrielle climaxing right next to her, moaning constantly as orgasm after orgasm wracks her body.

As soon as she sees that Romilda is awake, Gabrielle reaches out and grabs the other witch, moaning into her face and holding her tight as she shakes and spasms beneath Harry's relentless assault. Of course, Harry isn't one to be idle either. Leaning over his bent-over veela, the powerful wizard reaches out and grabs a fistful of Romilda's hair, pulling the naked witch in close and giving her a deep, tongue-filled kiss of her own. Romilda melts into the makeout session, her eyes practically rolling back in her head again right then and there.

After a few minutes of this, Harry finally cums inside of Gabrielle, causing one last explosive, earth-shattering climatic scream to leave the veela's throat as her eyes roll up in her head. But Harry isn't done yet, and he's got ideas for how to continue the fun. Dragging Romilda off the desk, Harry places Gabrielle in the other witch's old spot.

Then, he bends Romilda Vane over right on the spot, holding her by her arms as he forces her into a ninety-degree angle that leaves her face inches from Gabrielle's creampied cunt. Seeing this, Gabrielle eagerly grabs onto Romilda's hair and drags her back in again, while Harry latches onto the witch's wide hips and starts to fuck her once more, slamming into her from behind nice and hard.

Romilda's screams and moans are muffled as he fucks her through climax after climax, but Gabrielle pouts a little, whining as she humps Romilda's face.

"Ugh, she's really struggling, Harry, and it's all your fault. Mm, but we'll help her. I'm going to have to train Ms. Vane up, aren't I? She needs to be the perfect assistant for you, and that means she needs to be the perfect little fuck toy as well~"

Harry groans at the very idea of it, while Gabrielle grins wickedly. Romilda's reaction to the words as they reach her fevered mind is to climax around Harry's cock some more. This in turn milks his pistoning prick and in a few minutes, Harry is cumming yet again, filling Romilda's womb with ANOTHER creampie as the poor dear once more passes out from the strain.

Gabrielle's eyes widen as Harry pulls out of Romilda and lets the witch collapse onto her knees. Her hair slips out of the twitching veela's fingers as she falls to the floor entirely, sleeping it off.

"Damn it! The bitch didn't finish me off AGAIN! I'll definitely be training her up, Harry. ASAP!"

Harry just chuckles, right up until Gabrielle hops off the desk, bends over Romilda, and reaches back to spread her ass cheeks open.

"Fuck my big bodacious booty Harry! Fuck it deep! I'll squirt all over this inexperienced little tart!"

Well, with an offer like that, how can he resist? Snorting with some amusement, Harry crouches down and slides his messy cock home into Gabrielle's waiting asshole, pushing deep and then quickly picking up pace as he holds her by her hips, so she doesn't fall over from the force of the butt-fucking. Gabrielle moans and squeals and screams in equal measure as he pounds orgasm after orgasm out of her via railing her bowels. She does indeed squirt all over Romilda's passed out form, right up until Gabrielle herself can't take it anymore.

When Harry finally cums inside of the veela's asshole, its Gabrielle who passes out this time, falling forward onto Romilda and creating quite the messy heap as Harry looks down at them both fondly. Hm, he never thought he'd see the day when he looked upon Romilda Vane of all people with any sort of fondness… but yeah, he could see the value in having the sycophantic witch around.

First though… using his magic, Harry easily cleans up both Gabrielle and Romilda, before conjuring up a bed in the middle of the large study that he can put them both in. They immediately embrace one another unconsciously, leaving Harry to smirk and take some pictures for blackmail later. Once he's done with them though, Harry moves back to his desk, cleans that up as well, and then summons forth a piece of fresh parchment along with some magical contracts from the Potter Mansion's archives for references.

Then, he begins the process of drafting up a magical contract for one Romilda Vane… one that will make sure there are no more love potion incidents, and one that will make sure her desire to serve him remains as it is, and she never grows envious or jealous enough of his wives and their children to do any harm to any of them.

Romilda would be allowed to stay, so long as she knew her place. Harry would make sure of that.

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