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Loan Shark

Chapter 1

Harry Potter sat at his desk in his fancy office on the top floor of his massive manor home. He looked through the window. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining which could be rare here in England. His grounds were well kept and manicured. He could see his private lake in the distance and his garden which was close to the house. He smiled when thinking about how he was able to pay for all of this. To put things bluntly, he was a loan shark. He loaned money and charged exorbitant fees to the party who borrowed the gold. While it could be dangerous at times, he rarely needed to hire any muscle. The good thing about doing business in the magical world was the iron-clad magical contracts. They kept everything nice and legal. On the occasions when the contracts were ignored, he was more than capable of taking care of it himself.

At the moment, there were really only two realistic firms to borrow money from, him or the Goblins. Anyone with half a brain would avoid borrowing from the Goblins if they had any choice. The Goblins charged more than him, and their penalties were life-threatening, to say the least. Harry knew that the ugly little bastards didn't even like loaning gold. They just did it since they were forced to by the Ministry. There were a few smaller rackets that you could borrow from, but they didn't deal with the amount of gold that Harry did.

It all started during Hogwarts. The entire school was always preoccupied with the antics of Neville Longbottom, the Boy-Who-Lived that they didn't pay attention to what else was going on. Harry preferred to hang out with his best friend, Hermione Granger, and it was she who discovered the hole in the financial sector that could be filled by him. People needed money, and someone could make a fortune by providing it. Luckily, Harry had a decent amount of gold that his parents had left him. With Hermione's help, he put it to good use. They started out by giving loans to the students of Hogwarts, and of course, they had to sign the contracts that Hermione made. She was so valuable to his racket, that he agreed to split everything fifty-fifty. She was over the moon about finding something in the wizarding world that she could put her name on. She was adamant about becoming an important person in the magical world. As a muggleborn, she had a pretty big chip on her shoulder. She went into the business like a madwoman.

Harry chuckled while thinking about his friend. She was now considered someone that you didn't fuck with. Harry tended to agree with that sage piece of advice. He enjoyed watching pureblood society stammer in nervousness when she was around. Harry shook his head. She had changed a lot over the years. Shy and bookish as a first-year, she could now be as vicious as they come. She was the one to suggest that they go worldwide a few years ago. The only negative about that was that he didn't get to see her as much anymore. She was always too busy traveling the world and taking care of their foreign affairs. Harry took care of Britain and France.

To be fair, Harry himself wasn't all that much better than Hermione when it came to compassion. If you were willing to take his money, then you shouldn't be surprised when he wanted it back. You wouldn't believe the number of people that used the line, "have a heart!" He didn't much care for that. He could understand that sometimes people got a bad hand in life and were desperate for gold, but why should he have to lose money for someone he didn't even know outside of business. Luckily, there were very few people that he cared about. Hermione was one of the few. All of his loved ones were well taken care of financially, so he didn't need to worry about doing business with family. He could act professionally and treat everyone equally.

Since the fall of Voldemort, business had certainly picked up, especially in the pureblood circle. Harry never asked why the money was needed, but in their cases, he guessed that it was mainly for bribes to keep them out of prison. At the moment, he was waiting on one such borrower.

Narcissa Malfoy had borrowed quite the sum to keep herself and her son out of prison. Knowing that no amount of gold would keep Lucius from being locked up, she acted like the Slytherin that she was and looked out for herself. From what he knew, the Malfoy family had donated most, if not all of their fortune to the pureblood cause. In other words, Voldemort had forced them to hand over all of their gold. Only an idiot would deny him when their lives were on the line. Unfortunately, they had nothing left to bribe themselves out of trouble when things went to shit. Draco, being the cowardly little shit that he was, refused to crawl to him on bended knee asking for a hand-out. He was, however, brave enough to force his mother to come, which suited Harry just fine. Perhaps Harry was being a little harsh to Draco. Maybe he was using some of that Slytherin cunning for once in his life. He must have known of Harry's love for beautiful women. Maybe he sent his sexy mother knowing that she was likely to get a better deal out of it. Either way, they had received the loan, and now they were struggling to pay it back.

Defaulting on their loan would be devastating to their family. It would see him take possession of Malfoy Manor, and they would be cast out on the streets. No doubt that there were few who would be willing to take them in. They had already paid back around sixty percent of their loan by selling off artwork and family heirlooms. Harry suspected that they were also selling some pretty dark objects on the black market, but he didn't care. He cared little about how they got their money.

"Master Harry, sir?" his House Elf squeaked as she appeared.

"Yes?" Harry turned to the little elf.

"Miss Narcissy is here, sir," she added. Harry nodded.

"Thank you, Winky. Send her in, please."

"Yes, Master Harry!" Winky squeaked and popped away. It was a minute or so later that a knock was heard on his office door. Answering the door, Harry found the sexy MILF that was Narcissa Malfoy. Still slim and sexy, her face was beautiful and had long, light-blonde hair hanging halfway down her back. She was in a dress that showed off a decent amount of cleavage. It was nothing scandalous, but it was pushing the boundaries of what was considered proper in pureblood society.

"Narcissa," Harry nodded his head and greeted her. He took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"Mr. Potter," she returned his greeting. Harry ushered her in and led her to a chair that was sitting in front of his desk. She sat down and crossed her legs.

"Now, Narcissa, I take it that you're having trouble making payments toward the loan?" Harry asked. Since he hadn't received this month's payment, he took a wild guess. He saw her cheeks pink in embarrassment.

"Yes. We've sold everything of value. We have nothing left," she admitted. He had a feeling that that wasn't exactly true. Certain heirlooms would never be sold no matter the reason.

Narcissa didn't tell him about those items. Her son had absolutely refused to part with them. They had been in the family for hundreds of years. Now she was forced to come here and practically beg for more time.

"Then it seems I have no choice but to repossess your home. I'm sorry, Narcissa," Harry said, pulling out the contract.

Sighing internally, she decided that it was time to use his one weakness against him, his love of sexy women. She knew that this was a possibility from the moment that they took out the loan. Draco knew this as well. Making sure that he was looking right at her, she uncrossed her legs widely giving him a perfect view of her naked, hairless pussy before crossing them again. "Are you sure that there's nothing that I can do?" she asked in a sultry voice.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the "Basic Instinct" maneuver that she had just pulled. He wasn't ashamed to admit that his cock was rock hard from the action. Harry smiled deviously. If she wanted to "work" off her debt, far be it from him to deny her that. He got up out of his chair and walked up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Perhaps you can work off this month's payment. I'm in need of a helper. I think working for me from this moment until Monday morning will cover the debt. What do you think, Cissy?" Harry asked, reaching into her dress and groping her naked tit.

Narcissa wanted to roll her eyes but was able to stop herself. This was not the time to annoy him. She turned her head and looked him in the eyes as he pinched her hard nipple. "I'll be very happy to work under you, Mr. Potter," she said sexily. She was pulled to her feet and turned to face him. He backed her up until her bottom bumped into the edge of his desk. Leaning down, he claimed her lips in a deep kiss. Narcissa decided that if this was how it was going to be, she should at least enjoy herself. It had been a while since she received a good, hard dicking. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she added her tongue to the kiss and moaned when he sucked on it. His hands were at her hips, squeezing them and working her dress up. Finally, she was forced to break the kiss as he pulled her dress up and over her head. Now completely nude, he stepped between her thighs and kissed her again. She closed her eyes and moaned. He was certainly a good kisser, she thought. From the rumors, he certainly had enough practice. Suddenly, his clothes vanished, and she could feel a tube of hard meat resting on her wet cunt. Looking down, her eyes widened at the enormous size of it. It looked as big as her forearm! She gulped knowing that she was about to take that beast.

Pushing everything off of his desk, he made room and laid her on her back. Narcissa was lying there as he looked her up and down. She was way too old and experienced to be embarrassed by this. In fact, she kind of enjoyed it, especially when he added his hands to the mix. Not satisfied with just exploring her with his eyes, his hands roamed over her form, squeezing her smooth thighs and drifting up to her slim belly. His hands found their way to her large breasts. Narcissa mewled happily as he cupped them and let his thumbs brush over her hardened nubs. Unable to stop herself from acting like a whore, she pressed her naked pussy against his cock and rubbed herself up and down on him. She could feel herself coating his cock in her juices.

"Such a little slut, aren't you, Cissy?" he groaned out. Taking his huge cock in hand, he slapped it rapidly on her wet pussy. Wet slapping sounds had Narcissa's face turning slightly red. As the head of his cock struck her hard clit, her back arched in pleasure and pain. As she was arched, he stuffed his massive cock inside of her. Due to her wetness, he was able to slip right in without any problems. As soon as his cock had penetrated her depths, her walls clamped down on him and squeezed him tightly. Her body shivered as he placed his hands on her knees and spread her as wide as she could go. Slowly he pulled out, watching as his cock appeared covered in her drippings.

"You're creaming all over me," he teased, and Narcissa saw that he was correct. His cock was streaked with her cream. Flopping back down, she breathed in heavily to keep her face from blushing. Suddenly, she squealed as he flicked her hard clit with his finger. Pressing his wet thumb to it, he pressed down and moved it in circles. Narcissa stretched like a cat from all of the pleasure. Her moans and gasps were whorish as he massaged her sensitive nub. Slamming back in, he filled her up with a single thrust.

"You're so deep," she gasped out as he pulled back again. Faster he began moving, filling her over and over again. Their bodies were clapping together as her tits jiggled and shook from the contact. He could feel her clenching his cock. Reaching out, he slapped her jiggling tit. Narcissa squealed in pain. He pinched and pulled her nipple hard enough to stretch her tit out. Narcissa was begging him to stop, and when he finally let go, he slapped her tit one more time. Lady Malfoy squealed loudly as her pussy locked down on his thrusting cock. Harry leaned down and moaned into her lips as her cumming pussy coaxed an orgasm out of him as well. He filled her with his seed as her body trembled and bucked in pleasure. Her cries of passion could be heard throughout the house as she came over and over. Once milked of his cum, he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His cock was still balls deep inside of her.

"There's some work to be done in the bedroom," he told her before sucking on her tongue. Narcissa held on tightly as she was taken away.

'Maybe paying the debt like this won't be so bad,' she thought as she was tossed face down on his bed and had her ass lifted up. She barely had time to bury her face in the pillow when her pussy was stuffed once again.