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The Count

Chapter 4

Draco Malfoy was hiding around the corner and occasionally peering around. All in all, he looked very much like a suspicious character. The bleach blonde watched carefully as his "business partner" buried a box full of items that they were supposed to sell the following day. Draco snickered to himself. The poor sod was so naive.

One day Draco was hanging out at his favorite bar located deep in Knockturn Alley. He was enjoying a glass of firewhiskey when he spotted a pair of men sitting in the corner. They were looking around to make sure that they weren't spotted. Draco shook his head. By doing that, they drew even more attention to themselves. None of that matter to him of course, but what did matter was the glinting black knife that one passed to the other. Draco watched in utter shock. He knew exactly what that knife was. It once belonged to his father. Where his father got it, he didn't know. Draco was obsessed with it as a child but was never allowed to play with it, and for good reason. That knife carried many different curses. It was too dangerous to play with, especially for a child. He had hoped that it would pass to him after his father's death, but unfortunately, his father had to sell it once the Dark Lord had come back. The Dark Lord demanded more and more money from them, and his father had no choice but to comply. Little good it did him. The Dark Lord was dead and his father was crippled and confined to Malfoy Manor. At least he was spared prison by the idiots in the Ministry. Those morons never learned.

When the transaction was done, the man took the knife and disappeared out the door. The sack of gold that the man received was enormous. If he had to guess, he would say that the sack was enchanted to be bigger on the inside. There very well could be a small fortune in that bag. The thought made Draco lick his lips. He needed gold. The Malfoys weren't doing so well financially speaking. The Dark Lord had drained them dry, and what was left was paid as bribes to the Ministry members that let them walk free after his downfall. Since then, it was up to Draco to set the family straight since his father was out of action. Needless to say, he wasn't the man that his father was. Everything he did turned to shit. If he didn't do something soon, his manor may get taken away from not paying taxes. That was something that he couldn't bribe his way out of. Too many Ministry employees dipped their greedy hands into the tax money. Thankfully, it seemed that a rainbow landed at his feet and delivered a pot of gold. All he had to do was figure out how to get it.

It turned out that it was surprisingly easy. He just sat down at his table and bought the man a drink. One thing led to another and the topic of dark artifacts came up. The man was looking for a partner, so Draco immediately volunteered. As a tryout, Draco was made to put up half the gold to buy the next shipment. He spent the last four thousand galleons that he had and went with him to pick up the shipment. Once secured, they took the items to a place near Hogsmeade to bury them until they could be sold. Seeing the man bury them, Draco told him that he had business that he couldn't be late for. The man nodded and said that he would send an owl when they needed to meet up. Draco apparated away, but not far. He reappeared behind the nearby building and watched the man continue to bury the items. He was burying them right next to an old cabin that he used as a safe house. Once buried, the man went inside to presumably relax. Draco smirked and pulled out his wand. Walking over he waved his wand, removed the freshly dug dirt, and retrieved the box of illegal items. A large smile blossomed on Malfoy's face. Sure, he'd most likely have to erase that guy's memory, or possibly even kill him, but that mattered little at the moment. Right now, all of his problems were over, he smugly smiled while patting the box lovingly. He was about to knock on the door and ambush the guy when a dozen or so pops were suddenly heard. Spinning around, he saw a large group of Aurors apparate in.

"Shit!" he cursed and tried to apparate out. He found that he was unable to. One of the Aurors must have tossed up an anti-apparation ward. Swinging his wand out, he fired a curse at the closest one before turning to run. Of course, Malfoy was never the brightest boy. As soon as his back was turned, he was hit with at least six different hexes. Falling to the ground, he cried out in pain.

"Well, well, well … look at what we have here," a snide voice said gleefully. "It seems that little tip we received was right after all. Looks like we caught ourselves a ferret!"

The rest of the Aurors laughed at his expense. Malfoy gritted his teeth. "Fuck you, Macmillan!" They continued to laugh at him while magic-resistant cuffs were placed on him. One of the men checking the box whistled in appreciation.

"With the number of dark items here he could be looking at twenty years!"

"Those aren't mine!" Malfoy spat out, dirt and grass getting into his mouth.

"Oh? Then who's are they?" Macmillan asked.

"The guy in the shack!" Malfoy snitched. They went in and looked and came back with nothing.

"Find anything?" Macmillan asked.

"Nothing. The entire place is covered in a thick layer of dust. No one's stepped foot inside in years," the woman answered. "Just as we suspected, Malfoy's trying to weasel out of Azkaban again."

"Don't worry. From what I've heard, the Malfoy's can't afford to buy their freedom this time," Macmillan said happily, pulling Malfoy painfully to his feet. Draco thrashed and spat angrily.

"I was set up! It's not my fault!" he yelled angrily before getting punched in the gut by one of the bigger blokes.

"I've been waiting years to do that," he said, laughing along with the others. They apparated away with their new prisoner in tow.

The Count

Harry apparated back to his manor and quickly removed the disguise that he was wearing. The fake beard was making his face itchy. Smiling to himself, he went over what he had just seen and heard in his head. Malfoy was in some shit now, he laughed to himself. Harry walked into the secret room where he kept his items that were of a questionable nature. He placed his disguise in there. Tricky Malfoy had been all too easy. The boy had always been a greedy idiot. Harry just took advantage of his shortcomings. While there was a small chance that Malfoy would remain free, the chances weren't looking good. Hell, he almost wished that he would. It was fun messing with the blonde ponce. Harry picked up the hefty sack of gold that once belonged to Draco but now belonged to him.

"Easiest four grand I ever made," he chuckled to himself.

He was served dinner by the youngest Delacour daughter and received a blowjob under the table while he ate. He really needed to bring Fleur into the fold. All in good time, he reminded himself. When he was having his evening whiskey and cigar, a rather exuberant owl came flying through the open window and crash-landed on the table, spilling cigar ashes all over the place. Harry sighed. He helped the small owl and removed the letter. He gave the owl some treats along with a few sips of his nearby water before letting it rest for a moment. Opening the letter, he saw that it was from Narcissa Malfoy. Harry raised an eyebrow. The Malfoys must be worse off than he thought if they were using a budget owl. Quickly reading it, he smiled when he found that she needed to meet with him urgently, as in that very night. He guessed that it had something to do with her moronic son. He jotted down a reply and attached it to the owl before setting it free. Harry decided to take a quick shower before their meeting.

When the time came, Gabrielle announced their presence. "Monsieur, Narcissa Malfoy is 'ere to see you." Harry nodded.

"Send her in," he ordered. Gabrielle left his office and a short time later, there was a knock at the door. Going over, he opened it to find the sexy MILF, Narcissa Malfoy. He took her by the hand and kissed the top. "Lady Malfoy," he dipped his head to her. She immediately curtsied.

"Count Montefeltro," she returned his greeting. "It's wonderful to meet you."

"Likewise," he said, leading her to the seat across from his desk. Once she sat down, he sat in his chair. "Now, what can I do for you? It must be urgent from the tone of your letter."

"Indeed it is," she admitted. "It's my son."

"Oh? And how is Draco? I've not yet had the pleasure of meeting him," he lied easily.

"I won't lie to you, Count. He's gotten himself into a bit of trouble. He's facing several years in prison at least!" she panicked as the situation settled in on her.

"Dear heavens! That's terrible news," he pretended to be concerned. "But what has that got to do with me?"

"I've contacted an old friend at the Ministry. He said that he could get the prison time down to a few months and a hefty fine, but … well …"

"You need to grease his palms, so to speak," Harry smiled.

"That's correct. I'm sure that you know how these things work," she sighed.

"Indeed I do. So how much do you need?"

Narcissa winced. "Thirty-five hundred galleons."

Harry whistled appreciatively. "While that's not a pittance by any means, I would have thought that your family had more than enough to cover that."

Narcissa blushed brightly. She looked as if she didn't want to admit it, but had no choice. "My son lost the last of our gold in a bad business deal."

Harry got up out of his chair and walked behind Narcissa. He placed his hands on her delicate shoulders, which made her jump. Slowly he began massaging. "Now, now, Narcissa. There's no need to worry."

He felt her tense for a moment before relaxing. "I take it from the fact that you didn't ask one of your friends for help that you wish to form a partnership with me?" Harry asked. He knew why she didn't ask them for help. She had no real friends. Being broke practically cut her off from the high society folks that she used to roll with, and if she did have a friend or two, she would likely be too embarrassed to ask them for money.

Narcissa was barely able to hold back a gasp. She knew what he was asking. That was basically pureblood talk for "if I help you, you'll be my secret mistress from now on". She didn't have to think about it for long. If her son stayed in prison for too long, her family was doomed. They were already hanging by a thread, and as dumb as Draco was, he was able to keep the vultures from picking at the rotting carcass that was the Malfoy family. She took a deep breath and smiled. Standing up, she got very close to the Count. "That's exactly what I was hoping for," she tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible.

"Wonderful," Harry smiled. "Then let me show you upstairs where we can consummate our arrangement. Nodding, Narcissa took his outstretched hand. He led her upstairs and into his room where a large, comfortable-looking bed awaited her. He stood behind her and undid her robe fastenings. Suddenly, they dropped down and pooled at her high-heeled feet. She was standing in front of him in only her lacy, black bra and panties with matching stockings and heels. She blushed madly when he whistled appreciatively. He must have thought that she chose this just for him, she thought. Suddenly, she felt his lips at the side of her neck. She shuddered at the sensation, having gone for years without any kind of intimate contact. When his hands slipped up her belly, her body betrayed her, and she arched her back. Presenting her bra-covered tits to him, it was an invitation that he wasn't going to turn down. His hands squeezed and groped her round, full tits, and when he got annoyed at the material covering them, he unclasped it and let it fall to the ground.

Spinning her around roughly, his head dipped and captured her light pink nipples between his lips. Narcissa bit her lip sexily and tried to keep from making too many noises. It wouldn't be proper. She was a pureblood princess after all. The Count was making it hard on her though. His teeth lightly nipped at the hard nubs, and when he used his teeth to gently pull them, Narcissa felt her pussy begin to wet her panties. One of his hands grabbed her damp panties and tugged them down. That same hand reached under her from behind and began toying with her quivering cunt.

"My, my. A proper pureblooded woman like you shouldn't be this wet," he teased her, pulling his hand from between her legs and showing her his fingers. Narcissa blushed wildly while looking at his arousal-coated digits. When he spread his fingers apart, she could see her arousal string between his parted fingers. She didn't say a word. All she could do was step out of her panties and climb onto the bed when he led her there. She was about to turn over onto her back when he stopped her. "Stay like that," he commanded.

Narcissa buried her face in the bed. Having her ass up in the air definitely wasn't proper for a Lady like her. She gasped when he roughly spread her knees apart and pressed her chest to the bed. Now, only her ass was up in the air. "For the inaugural event of our partnership, I feel that something special is in order," he said happily.

Narcissa heard something squirting and looked over her shoulder. She saw him rubbing lubricant all over his obscenely huge penis. She shivered at the thought of taking that beast in her tight, little pussy. It was slightly insulting, however, that he thought that she couldn't get wet enough. She may not be the youngest girl around, but she could still please a man. Suddenly, her heart began to hammer in her chest when he rubbed some of that lube all over her virgin asshole. Hiding her face again, she closed her eyes. Obviously, she had to go through with it, for her family's sake. She was extremely nervous, and when he slid his finger into her hole, she squealed and bucked her body.

"Relax, Cissy," he tried to calm her. "This will feel good after a bit, I promise."

She nodded her head and continued to hide her face when his finger pistoned in and out of her puckered hole. Her hands were gripping the bedsheets as her body squirmed back and forth. The slick sound of his finger penetrating her asshole embarrassed her to no end, but she resolved herself to continue. After a few minutes, she found herself enjoying the sensation. Her trembling body caused her hard nipples to rub against his silk sheets further adding to the pleasure. She gasped and moaned into the sheets as he went knuckle deep in her. Finally, he pulled his finger out and replaced it with something much, much bigger. Her quiet wail of pain was muffled by the bed as inch after inch slowly sank into her. To her, it felt as if she were about to be split in half. It felt as if she were getting stuffed. She had never felt so full. Once he was balls deep, he asked her, "So, how does it feel, Cissy?" He seemed to enjoy teasing her.

"Strange," she shuddered.

"How about now?" he asked, reaching under her and rolling her soaked clit between his fingers. Her high-pitched squeal was the only answer she gave as her pussy fluttered over a cock that wasn't there. She could feel herself dripping all over his hand. Giving her pussy one final rub, he coated his hand in her juices. Then, out of nowhere, his wet hand came down and slapped her pureblooded ass!

WHACK!

Narcissa squealed in pain and pleasure. She looked back wildly as if to dare him to do it again, only for another to collide with her shapely bottom. He pushed her head down by the back of her neck and began to slowly piston in and out of her stretched asshole. A cry of pleasured pain escaped her lips as the Count claimed her last bit of virginity. All too soon he was fucking her with wild abandon. Narcissa was gasping and shuddering out of breath as his hip connected with her tight ass. Next, he reached under her and viciously rubbed her throbbing clit. Her eyes fluttered as she wailed into his bed. Violent squirts of girl cum rained from her cumming pussy, but the brute didn't stop. Her ass cheeks were rippling as he power fucked the pureblood princess. She tried to yell out that it was too much, but her voice didn't seem to work at the moment. Her body was trembling violently from the repeated orgasms that she was experiencing. Mercifully, he pulled out and slid deep into her pussy. Narcissa grunted unladylike when he spurted his seed into her, filling her up as his fingers rubbed circles over her engorged clit. Her pussy clamped down hard on him as she passed out from pleasure and a lack of breathing.

Seeing her collapse, Harry chuckled. He pulled out and wiped his cock off on her hip. Lying next to her, he smiled to himself. Things couldn't have worked out better if he had tried. He listed the benefits in his head.

-Malfoy gets to spend a few months in prison.

-When Malfoy gets released, Harry gets to fuck with him again.

-After giving Narcissa the money that she requires, he still has an extra 500 galleons of Malfoy's gold.

-Draco basically paid him to take his hot mother as his own personal whore!

Harry was giddy while he waited for Narcissa to wake up. He couldn't wait to mess with the Malfoys again. Maybe he would take a few shots at old Lucius next.