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The Count

Chapter 5

Harry was walking at a brisk pace through the cobbled lanes of Knockturn Alley. Cloaked with his hood up, he perfectly blended into the sparse crowd that hurried to their destinations. Night had fallen and no one wanted to be out on the streets after dark. Harry learned that Knockturn Alley wasn't nearly as bad as people made you believe, at least during the day. At night, the side alleys were filled with prostitutes, pimps, drug dealers, thieves, and every other type of criminal imaginable. All in all, it wasn't all that different from the muggle world.

Going between two seedy-looking shops, Harry made his way all the way to the end before seeing his target.

"Got what I asked for?" Harry asked abruptly. Time was money after all, and he had much better places to be than an alley that smelled strongly of stale piss. The man passed him a thick scroll.

"Had them both followed for an entire month. Everything's written down," the grizzled-looking man grunted. Harry nodded his head.

"Good. Your gold," he replied, tossing the man a big sack of jingling coins. With the transaction done, both left at the same time, keeping vigilant unless they curse each other in the back. No one could be trusted in a dark alley. Placing the scroll into his magically enlarged cloak pocket, Harry left the alley and journeyed back to the relative safety of Diagon Alley. Once he reached the apparition point, he disappeared.

Harry reappeared directly in his bedroom, and the soft pop woke up his bed partner. A completely nude Gabrielle Delacour yawned cutely before rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Looking at him tiredly, she asked, "What time is it, mon amour?"

"Eleven at night," Harry smiled in response. He chuckled when she groaned, clearly annoyed at being awakened so soon. He watched as she quickly switched from annoyed to seductive. Gabrielle didn't hold onto any particular emotion for too long. She was a bit of a strange character if he did say so himself. That was one of the reasons that he liked having her around. She kept him on his toes. His eyes followed her movement as she parted her creamy, smooth thighs and showed off her hairless pussy, Reaching down, she used her fingers to spread her plump lips and reveal her light pink insides. He watched as one finger rubbed circles around her hardened clit. Her breathing intensified, and her nipples hardened under his gaze. Very soon, she was mewling as her breath hitched.

"Come back to bed, 'Arry" she moaned sexily. "As you can see, I am ready for you." Gabrielle placed her legs together and lifted them up. Shaking her cute bottom, he marveled at the way her pussy lips pressed together, making them tighter than they already were. She bent her knees down and wiggled her little toes at him. Needless to say, he was out of his clothes and into the bed faster than you could say Blibbering Humdinger. His revenge could wait until tomorrow.

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Harry sat at his ornate and expensive desk sipping a cup of tea as he went over the report that his business associate compiled for him. The information that it contained was eye-opening. His revenge against the Weasley family continued with his research on both Bill and Fleur. He already knew that Fleur wasn't getting along with her mother and sister. In fact, it had been several years since they had even spoken. That wasn't his concern, however.

What did concern him was when they had both taken gold from him and used it to have a month-long honeymoon while traveling around the world. That annoyed him severely. If they wanted to have a whirlwind romance, that was fine, but they needed to do it on their own dime. It did give him some satisfaction to see that things weren't going too well for the couple. While Fleur was still beautiful, her husband had begun to let himself go. Just like his father, Bill had begun to show early signs of baldness. Not only that, but his gut was getting bigger by the year.

Instead of considering himself lucky by having a smoke show like Fleur, he liked to spend his time frequenting a certain strip club that opened up a few years back down at the far back of Knockturn Alley. This information he could use. Now he just needed to decide how far to go with them. Both were guilty of theft, though it was Bill that had done the actual stealing of the gold. That being said, it may already be out of his hands. It seemed that Bill was biting off a lot more than he could chew, according to the report. He'd figure it out later, he thought as he continued with his preparations.

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Bill was bobbing his head causing his long, red hair to dance about. The music was thumping and the lights were flickering as Amethyst shook her sweet ass on stage. Bill had had his eye on a few girls in the club, but Amethyst was by far his favorite. Her long black hair, her long legs, and olive-colored skin constantly had his cock hard. He shifted in his seat, trying to rearrange his erection to a more comfortable position. The girl spun around the metal pole in the center of the stage and shook her sexy ass right at him. Looking over her shoulder, she winked at him and blew him a kiss. Immediately, his heart began hammering in his chest. He had been trying to work his magic with her for months, and now it seemed like his persistence was paying off. All he had to do was wait until she was finished dancing, then he'd ask her for a lapdance. Sure, he'd have to shell out five galleons for the privilege, but she was worth it.

Unfortunately, he wasn't ever satisfied with a single lapdance from the dark-haired goddess. One often turned into two, then three, and so on and so on. When you added the constant alcohol consumption and the expensive gifts that he bestowed upon the Mediterranean beauty, his bank account was in very bad shape. That was a fact that he desperately tried to hide from his wife. She'd ask questions for sure, and he damn sure didn't want to answer them. To hide his excessive spending, he had to do things that were more than a little dangerous. He was stealing from the Goblins. Anyone with half a brain knew that that was a big no-no. If discovered, his life would be forfeit, or more likely, he'd spend the rest of his miserable life toiling away in the Goblin mines deep below the earth. It was in his best interest to keep them from finding out.

Once she was done dancing, she came over and of course, Bill paid for several lapdances with money that he could ill afford to give away. When the night ended and the club closed, he was around the corner taking a piss before walking back to the apparation point. When he was done, he took a few steps before coming face to face with the lovely Amethyst.

"Where are you going, Billy?" she asked seductively, running her fingers through his thinning hair.

"Umm … Back home. The club closed," he said drunkenly. Amethyst pouted cutely.

"Alright. But not before a goodnight kiss," she said, leaning in and kissing him deeply. Immediately, his hands were all over her body. As he palmed her shapely ass, he didn't notice the shady-looking character hiding in the shadows, nor did he hear the clicking of a camera.

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Fleur was beside herself. After her husband came home drunk the previous night, he fell fast asleep. The next morning an urgent message came via owl, and when she showed Bill, his face turned white as snow. He quickly got out of bed and got dressed. He assured her that everything was alright, but he had to go to Gringotts and clear up a misunderstanding. She hadn't heard anything from him for hours. It was only when a summons showed up that she understood the gravity of the situation. Getting dressed, she too went to the bank.

Once there, she was ushered into the manager's office where her husband was shackled.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Fleur exclaimed, pointing to her husband.

"Your husband has been caught stealing, Mrs. Weasley. That's the meaning of this," the mean-looking Goblin told her. Fleur too turned as white as a sheet.

"Non! There must be some mistake ... " she said with a great deal of distress.

"There is no mistake. We received an anonymous tip late last night and spent hours figuring out his scheme."

"You must be mistaken! We have very little gold to our name!" a distressed Fleur told the Goblin. The Goblin just laughed. He tossed a folder onto the desk in front of her. Fleur looked confused.

"Go ahead, Mrs. Weasley. Take a look," he said, indicating to the folder. Fleur did just that. With shaky hands, she grabbed the folder and opened it up. Pulling out what was inside, her heart dropped into her stomach. There were dozens of pictures of Bill with another woman. She looked to her husband in shock. Bill just looked away, not wanting to meet her gaze.

"He's been spending thousands of galleons on this woman. She's a dancer over at Club Amortentia. Lapdances, the finest champagne, expensive gifts … he spared no expense," the Goblin growled menacingly, looking over to him. "Unfortunately, the money that he spent belonged to us, and we wish to get it back."

"What is going to happen to 'im?" Fleur asked, knowing that there was no way that they would be able to pay the money back.

"That depends on how much we're compensated. If we receive nothing, then he'll likely spend the rest of his life working off the debt. Since you're his wife, you now carry half the debt. With fees, interest, and penalties, your half comes to an even five thousand galleons."

Fleur needed to sit down. Five thousand galleons! Ten thousand for the both of them. From working with the Goblins, she knew that they wouldn't wait long for payment. Who had that kind of money?

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Harry watched as the lovely Apolline licked around Hermione's back hole. He could see the bookworm biting her lip to keep from making perverse sounds of pleasure. Just then, an owl flew in through the window and interrupted their fun time. The bird landed right on Hermione's back and looked up at Apolline, raising its leg. The older Veela removed the letter before the bird hopped off of Hermione and flew away.

"It appears that you were right, 'Arry," Apolline smiled. Harry found it hard to meet her eyes when her beautiful chest was on full display. "My wayward daughter 'as turned to me in 'er time of need."

Apolline moaned when Hermione spun around and began kissing and licking her creamy, pale thighs while she kneeled on the bed. Harry nodded.

"Yes, I figured she would. Now, just write her back and tell her what we discussed." Apolline quickly got to work. Harry needed to do something nice for Amethyst. That girl was a top-notch spy for him, and her information-gathering was unmatched. Drunk men talked a lot, after all.

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It was later that night when Fleur walked down the cobbled path. Having no choice, she had talked to her mother. She hadn't spoken to her or Gabrielle in several years now. Not since they insulted Bill and the rest of the Weasley clan. It turned out that maybe they weren't completely wrong. Regardless, her mother didn't have the gold on hand, but her friend did. Fleur was shocked to find out that she was the mistress of the famous Count of Montefeltro. Her mother bluntly told her that a spot was open for her if she wished to fill it. Fleur really didn't want to, but after a moment of thought, decided to write back and agree to his terms. What Fleur really wanted was to get both her and Bill off the hook so she could demand answers from him. The only way to do that was to spread her legs for the enigmatic man. As she neared the door, it opened revealing her sister Gabrielle.

"Gabby! What are you doing 'ere?" Fleur asked, shocked at what her sister was wearing.

"Serving the Count," she answered shortly. "Now, let me take you to 'im." It seemed that Gabrielle was still more than a little irritated with her. Gabby ushered her older sister up to his room where he was waiting.

"That will be all. Thank you, Gabrielle," Harry said, sending her along. "Now Fleur, I have the contract here if you wish to read it," he said, holding out the paper. Fleur took it and read it over. Ten thousand Galleons for two years of service, just as he said. Nodding, she took the blood quill and signed it, wincing as her skin was sliced open. "You know what to do?"

"Yes, monsieur," Fleur said, opening her robe to reveal her completely nude body. Kneeling down in front of him, he placed a silk, lace choker around her slender neck that was emblazoned with his house coat of arms on it. Now everyone would know who she belonged to. Suddenly, he was behind her, brushing her long, blonde hair out of the way.

"We're going to have such fun tonight, little flower," he whispered to her, kissing her soft shoulders. Fleur was trembling from nervousness. She wasn't as experienced as people would believe. She had only ever been with a couple of guys before, including her husband. Her body jumped when his hands started at her hips and worked their way up her slim waist until they cupped her double D-sized tits. Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed over her rapidly hardening nipples one after another. He hefted them and juggled them in his palms, feeling the weight of them. He squeezed them and slapped them together, making her flesh ripple under the assault. Fleur was blushing from the perverse way that he was treating her innocent body.

"Are you enjoying this?" Harry teased, juggling her large tits in his hands. Fleur shook her head, her face turning pinker by the minute. "Are you sure?" he asked, his hand slipping down her belly, and stopped for a moment to toy with her sensitive belly button. Fleur shuddered at the sensation, and when his hand lowered down and cupped her naked pussy, she gasped loudly. She was unable to hold back a moan when his fingers traveled the length of her wet slit. Lifting his hand up, he showed her how wet that it was. "Seems to me that you like it just fine, Mrs. Weasley."

Fleur was unable to respond out of sheer embarrassment. She tried to hide her face, but her assailant was having none of that. Throwing her over his shoulder, Fleur squealed and kicked her legs in surprise. She was hushed by a hard slap on her shapely bottom and a firm "Quiet!" from him. Dropped down onto her back, her legs flailing to keep balance. She noticed where his eyes were focused. Her eyes followed his until they landed on her naked slit, glistening with arousal and spread open along with her legs. She tried to close them quickly, but his hands were faster. Grabbing her knees, he parted her legs as wide as they could go. Fleur's heart was beating a mile a minute as his hand slid down her slim belly and over her hairless mound. Her body bucked when his fingers found her slit again. Slipping two fingers inside, he curled them up until they were firmly pressed against her G-spot. Rapidly his hand began moving as his fingers vibrated. She didn't know what he was doing, only that it felt absolutely incredible. Fleur mewled and moaned as her body wiggled sensually in pleasure. The scent of her pussy filled the area as she leaked all over his hand. Forgetting that she was nervous, she reached out and gripped his forearm. Rolling her hips, she was now fucking herself on his hand. When his other hand joined in by collecting her wetness on his fingers and using it to toy with her clit, it was just too much for her. Squealing loudly, she squirted violently all over his arm and chest.

Fleur was thrashing and trembling as she rode out her orgasm. When she finally looked up, it was to see Harry Potter in the place of the Count. She had a million questions, but that would have to wait until he was done with her. His naked body and gargantuan cock were stalking toward her as she scooted back on the bed. She was too sensitive and needed time to rest. He didn't seem to care as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward, slamming into her wet cunt with a single thrust. Fleur's back arched and toes curled as she was brutally fucked and brought into the fold.

AN - Fleur will continue in the next chapter.