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The Count

Chapter 2

Hermione was livid as she walked up the cobbled path to the very large and luxurious manor house. After spending the night with the person who turned out to be Harry, she went home and was raged at by her husband. He yelled and screamed and called her every name in the books. Of course, Hermione wasn't one to sit back and take that. She called him a few choice words until he blew up and kicked her out of the house. Only being a Muggleborn, there wasn't much that she could do. The prejudiced laws were in his favor, unfortunately. She didn't have very many friends and wasn't a high-roller in society. So Hermione decided to turn to the one person that may just help her. That was asking a lot after her betrayal of him if she were being honest. All she could do was ask.

The manor was massive and very pleasing to the eye. Even the lawn was perfectly groomed. All of it screamed wealth. When she finally got to the door, she knocked on it. After a moment, the door opened. Hermione raised an eyebrow at seeing Fleur's younger sister dressed up as a slutty French Maid. Deciding that that was a story for a different time, she asked where Harry was.

"Master Harry has been waiting for you. Up the stairs and to the left. His office is at the end of the corridor," Gabrielle told her before curtsying and leaving. Hermione shook her head and followed the blonde's directions. Going up the stairs, she turned left and walked to the end of the hallway. At the end, there was a door there. Knocking on it, she waited for a moment before it was opened. Harry stood there before her.

"Hermione," he nodded and opened the door further, letting her come inside. He ushered her to a chair and sat back on his.

"Ron saw us and kicked me out," she stated bluntly.

"That's a shame," Harry said calmly, not even looking at her. He was going through some paperwork.

"That's all you have to say?" Hermione asked, becoming rankled at his nonchalance.

"What should I say?" Harry responded.

"How about 'I'm sorry'?" Hermione bit out.

"But I'm not sorry," Harry told her, smiling slightly. "I'm actually quite glad."

"You are?"

"Of course. I'm going to destroy the lives of everyone who betrayed me. You're lucky that I let you off light so far," he threatened. Hermione looked at him and gulped. She knew that he had the power and money to back up his threats. "But you still owe me a great deal, and I intend to collect."

"Harry, I don't even have a place to live," she sighed. Harry got up out of his chair and stood behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. She gasped when he brushed his hand gently over the skin of her neck.

"Here's the deal, Hermione. You'll be staying here. For the next five years, you belong to me. You're mine. I'm going to fuck you however I want and whenever I want. You're my fucktoy. After that, I'll consider us even," he told her.

Hermione's face reddened. She was about to chastise him when his hand slid down the neck hole of her blouse, and he began groping her bra-covered tit. The audacity of him had rendered her speechless. He must have taken her silence for an agreement because right after, he tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her bottom hard when she squealed and kicked her legs. The hard slap had calmed her actions. She was sputtering when he tossed her on his bed facedown and pulled her panties down from under her skirt. She tried to get up and yell at him but was silenced once again when he began rubbing her hard clit. The only thing that came out of her mouth was a pitiful whine. "It's time to play with my new toy," he told her, pinching and pulling on her hardened nub.

She felt his magic traveling through her clit and right into her pussy. All that she could do was press her face to his bed and try to keep from cumming right away. Her pussy dripped her juices down the insides of her smooth thighs. "I only just started playing with you and already you're soaked," he teased, rubbing her wet pussy. Hermione's face turned beet-red, and she was thankful that she was at least facedown so that he couldn't see her embarrassment. Suddenly, she was rolled over onto her back, and she had his fingers stuffed into her. A loud gasp left her mouth as his fingers curled and brushed against her G-spot. His arm began moving rapidly as he ruthlessly fucked her with his fingers. Hermione's eyes fluttered, and she cried out while grabbing his moving forearm to get him to stop or at least slow down. The pleasure was too intense! When his magic slammed right into her G-spot. Hermione blacked-out while experiencing a vicious orgasm. Her unconscious body flopped around and spasmed as pussy juice sprayed from her contracting cunt. Harry smiled proudly as he watched her cum all over herself.

She didn't know what had happened. She woke up feeling a bit giddy but still out of it. She was lying on Harry's bed with her skirt hiked up and her panties down past her knees. Her legs were spread, and her entire crotch was wet with her juices. "On your feet," Harry ordered. She quickly got up. "Go collect your stuff then report to Gabrielle. She'll show you to your new room," Harry said, swinging his arm and spanking her bare bottom with a deafening crack. Hermione cried out in pain as she grabbed her ass. Quickly she pulled up her panties and made her way to the door. Halfway there, Harry stopped her.

"Hermione," he said. Hermione turned to him. He held out his hand. "Your panties. You won't be wearing them unless I give you permission."

Hermione blushed ferociously but bent down and slid her panties off. She walked up to him red-faced and placed her wet underwear in his outstretched hand. She turned and ran out the door in embarrassment. At least she had a place to stay now.

The Count

Ronald Weasley's hand was quivering as he knocked back another shot of firewhiskey. The bartender asked if he had had enough, but Ron every so politely told him to fuck-off. At a moment like this, he needed his favorite drink more than ever. He had caught his wife fucking another man, and if that wasn't bad enough, some very bad people were demanding that he pay back the money that he owed. Seventy-five hundred galleons wasn't an amount to sneeze at. He didn't know where he would get that kind of money.

His plan had been so simple. He had overheard a rumor that Puddlemere's star Keeper was going to be out the following game due to a sudden injury. All signs pointed to it being a "sure thing". Hell, he even did some research and found out that the Keeper was indeed being kept at St. Mungos in secret. If he placed a bet on Chudley, he could make a bloody fortune! The Cannons were a 30 to 1 underdog. When a man dressed in fancy robes walked into the bar and sat by him, they quickly started a conversation around his favorite subject, Quidditch. As it turned out, the guy was a loan shark operating out of Knockturn Alley. He was new to the area and was looking for customers. Ron volunteered as fast as possible. He'd place a substantial bet and make off like a bandit. He'd be able to quickly pay back the five thousand galleons plus fifty percent interest in no time. What could possibly go wrong?

As it turned out, everything. Somehow the Keeper made a miraculous recovery and played the best game of his life. The Cannons didn't score a single goal … if you didn't count the one that they accidentally scored in their own goalposts. He had cursed and cried, and now, he was in debt to a very, very bad man. Igor the Terrible is what people were calling him around here. Ron had been keeping his head down until he could find a way to pay it back. Tossing back the last shot that his money could buy, he got up and stumbled outside. He walked toward the apparation point while looking over both shoulders. He was just about in the clear when he was suddenly pulled into a dark alley.

"Oof!" Ron doubled over when he received a welcoming punch to the gut. He opened his mouth and vomited out all of his drink.

"Pleasant evening, isn't it, Mr. Weasley?" Ron recognized that voice. Ron looked up only to receive a punch in the face. He fell back and slammed the back of his head on the cobbled floor of the alley. Dazed, Ron just laid there for a moment until he could snap out of his daze. Shaking his head, he crawled to his hands and knees only to get kicked in the gut. Immediately, he collapsed back into his vomit.

"You owe me quite a bit of coin, Mr. Weasley," Igor told him. "I've been waiting patiently for you to stop by and settle your debt." Ron's blurry vision sharpened, and what he saw made his heart begin to hammer. Igor was holding a Beater's bat that had nails sticking out of it. "It seems that I was foolish to wait. I don't like being played for a fool."

A foot came down and crushed his hand. "Aaaaaaaaaargggggggh!" Ron yelled, grabbing his mangled hand and holding it close to his chest.

"You have three days Mr. Weasley. Either you pay what you owe or I'll find a way for you to repay me. I'll be waiting in my office. If I don't see you in three days … well, I believe I'll go see your family. I've been wanting to meet them," he said. The threat was clear. Ron would have no choice but to go and see him. Nodding quickly, Ron stumbled to his feet and ran to the Apparation point. When he had gone, Igor's face disappeared, only to be replaced by Harry Potter's. Harry chuckled happily. It had been ever so easy to play Ron for a fool. Dosing the Keeper with one of George's skiving snackboxes had been a genius ploy. He'd have to give Apolline a gift to thank her for that suggestion. It worked perfectly. Of course, The Count had his ear to the rumor mill and had heard about the Keeper's sudden illness. He went to the magical hospital and explained about the snackboxes and had given them the antidote. The Keeper recovered within seconds. Puddlemere was extremely grateful to The Count. He even received Top Box season tickets as a thank you.

Hiring some actors to get "overheard" by Ron was all too simple. After that, Harry did the rest. Now Ron was in his debt. Harry smiled wickedly. It was all starting to come to plan.

Once back home, Harry celebrated accordingly.

"Oh, FUCK!" Apolline yelled out as Harry fucked her ass. The older Veela was screaming into the bedsheets as Harry sculpted her asshole and rolled her clit with his fingers. Her back was arching, and her toes were curling as she came again and again. Her body was trembling wildly as her asshole squeezed his thick cock tightly. Harry grunted and pulled out.

"C'mere, Kitten!" he ordered, stroking his huge cock. Hermione crawled up to him completely naked except for a headband with cute, little cat ears on top and a long, fluffy tail that was connected to her with an anal plug. "Open up, Kitten. Enjoy your milk!" he teased.

Hermione tilted her head up and opened her mouth. She watched as Harry aimed while stroking his abnormally large penis. Spurt after spurt hit her in the back of the mouth as he continued to stroke himself, Hermione dutifully drank it down, and once he was dry, he stuffed his cock into her mouth to suck clean. Hermione did her duty and cleaned him of Apolline's fluids. As a thank you for her dedicated service, Hermione was allowed to lick Apolline's ass while Harry brutally fucked the bookworm's pussy. At least she had plenty of orgasms to look forward to, she thought as she squirted violently.