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Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

Twenty-one year old Harry Potter was very happy with his life. Why wouldn't he be? Sure, he had had a Dark Lord after him, but thankfully, that was all taken care of. Yes, he lived a pretty shitty life until he finally went to Hogwarts. While there, he also had to endure a few too many life and death situations, but that was all in the past. The present and the future are what's important. His future was looking bright.

Growing up with the Dursleys, Harry had grown to hate being poor. Not that the Dursleys were poor, but they just didn't give Harry anything. The only things that he did have were hand-me-downs. He had to spend every Christmas watching his fat cousin open his mountain of gifts while Harry would be lucky to receive a dirty toothpick. Harry did all of the cooking and only received a small portion of whatever was served. He may as well have forgotten about his birthdays. The Dursleys certainly didn't celebrate them. All of this led to him wanting to grow up rich and powerful.

Once he was in Hogwarts, he had other things to worry about besides money. His parents had left him a generous amount of gold, but it wasn't enough to sustain him for the rest of his life. It would last for a while, but he would still need to find a job. As such, he didn't go overboard by buying anything that he wanted. Not only that, but he also didn't want to rub it in Ron's face. The redhead's desire for wealth was widely known.

Unfortunately for Ron, after Hogwarts and the defeat of Voldemort, Harry broke free of the shackles that were holding him back when he saw the massive amount of wealth that his godfather, Sirius Black had left him.

When he walked into his vault, he expected to see a bit more than normal. After all, Dumbledore did say that there was a considerable amount added to his vault after Sirius's will was carried out. A normal person would assume that a considerable amount was maybe a few year's salary, or perhaps enough to buy a house. No, the amount was so vast that Harry had to be given a new, much bigger vault. Harry still remembered the first time that he saw those mountains of gold coins. His eyes sparkled and his mouth salivated. He no longer had to worry about finding a job right away … or ever, if that's what he wanted. The world was now at his fingertips.

It was time to do what he wanted and not let others influence him. He knew that Ron might end up having a problem with the way that Harry planned to spend his gold, but who cares. If he was a real friend, then he wouldn't care. If he couldn't handle it, then he could find himself a new friend.

The first thing that Harry did was see if there were any large houses available to be purchased. According to the Goblins, there were only a few decent-sized houses. None of them were even close to the luxury that Harry wanted. That only left one thing, build his own. He began shopping for a nice piece of land and eventually found one. It was a large section of land that he could use for future projects. He already planned to build his own lake on it. When it came to the house, the Goblins said that manors made of stone would take several years to properly build, depending on the size. When asked if there was any magical reason as to why stone should be used, they told him that stone absorbs magic better.

Apparently, manor houses were made of stone because that's how they had always been built. Back in the day, wards had to be attached directly to the house. However, over the centuries, new and improved wards were created that could be attached to an anchor stone deep within the ground. There was no real need to build in stone. When he learned that, he decided to go a different way.

He ordered a modern-style house, four floors, lots of straight angles, and windows. In fact, there was floor to ceiling windows all around the outside of the house. With that design, it would only take around six months to build. He immediately ordered it. If he decided that he didn't like it, he would just stay there while a proper stone manor was built.

Once it was completed, it became Harry's house of debauchery. Parties, bashes, and raves were common in his house. There was none of those floofy, pureblood Balls going on, only parties with loud music, beautiful women, and plenty of alcohol. Over the next few years, he fully embraced the lifestyle. He was saddened that he didn't see Ron as often. The guy just couldn't get over his jealousy.

"I need to go," Lavender Brown stood up, before bending down and snorting a line of the good white stuff. She was wearing only the tiniest of thongs which showed off her creamy, white skin. Harry slid his hand up her thigh and squeezed her panty-covered pussy while taking a soft bite of her jutting ass. Lavender squealed and jumped before rebuking him. Harry just laughed and stood up, kissing her deeply before slapping her hard on the ass as she walked away. He always enjoyed seeing Ron's girlfriend.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she walked past Lavender. "Her again?" she asked, sitting down on the couch and pulling him down with her.

"She just can't get enough," Harry told her, eyeing the packet of papers that she was holding.

"Your investments are doing very well," Hermione explained, wiggling the packets of papers. Harry had hired her to manage his wealth. She had done a damn fine job expanding his fortune and making a small fortune for herself. Of course, Ron didn't like that and had said a few mean things to her. Hermione wasn't eager to forgive him any time soon.

"Want some?" Harry asked, holding a key up to his nose and taking a bump.

"You know that I don't like that crap," she told him, going through the paperwork. Harry stuffed a joint into his mouth and lit it. He was only able to take a drag before Hermione snatched it from his lips. "This … I do like," she told him, taking a big puff of the skunk that he was smoking.

Weed always made her more mellow, which made him happy. She was more likely to overlook his debaucherous behavior if she was stoned out of her gourd. Harry got up, not caring about his nudity, and poured them a drink. Walking back, he handed her a glass of firewhiskey. Hermione put her joint into the ashtray and took the drink from him. As she took a sip, Harry smirked and slid his hand up her skirt. Hermione choked and put her drink on the coffee table just as Harry's hand touched her warm crotch. He could feel the soft satin wrapped tightly around her taut lips. She smacked his hand away soon after.

"Harry! I told you that I have a boyfriend," she complained, sitting back and crossing her legs. Harry sat back next to her and draped an arm around her shoulder. He saw that she kept taking peeks at his massive erection that was sticking straight up.

"So what?" Harry said, leaning forward and taking the joint back. Taking a few puffs, he handed it back to Hermione who did the same. "What's cuckboy's name again? Assfoot?"

"It's Ashford," she rolled her eyes. "You knew that," she replied, handing him back the joint.

"Yeah … well …" was all that he said as they sat there and finished their joint.

After they got properly inebriated, Hermione went over the details of her report. So far this month his profits were up three percent over last month's. She also wanted to talk to him about an investment that she was trying to set up. She said that she wanted to make sure that everything was on the up and up before talking to him about it. Once their business was finished, Hermione went back to work making both of them money. With no one around to keep him company, Harry retired to the Pleasure Room.

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

Apolline and Fleur Delacour giggled as they walked into Harry's large home with their arms filled with shopping bags. Gabrielle was in her fourth year at Beauxbatons and wouldn't be back until Christmas, though she was sure to be annoyed that they had gone on another shopping trip without her. Fleur would happily brag about it in her next letter.

About a year previous, the Head of the Delacour family, Jean-Luc had passed away from a severe case of Dragon Pox. He had contracted it and was dead in only a couple of weeks. He was one of the rare people to be severely affected by it. The cure just wouldn't take. The girls were devastated. Apolline tried to hold things together to the best of her ability, but the family was in debt, and they were never rich to begin with. It wasn't long before they lost the house.

It was Fleur who turned to her friend Harry and offered to be an official Mistress if he would take care of her and her family. Harry happily accepted her. The three of them quickly moved into his large estate. Harry got along great with her family, and after six months, her mother decided to become a Mistress herself. Gabrielle, not wanting to be left out, offered to become one herself, but Apolline insisted that she not decide until she had graduated.

Since then, Harry showered them with gifts and shopping trips, vacations to anywhere they wanted to go, anything. In return, they showered him with love, affection, and sex. Lots and lots of sex.

Putting their stuff away, they looked around for Harry. Not finding him, they figured that he would be in his favorite place, the Pleasure Room. When they walked in, they saw their man sitting back on a plush seat getting a lap dance by one of his strippers … Daphne Greengrass Fleur wasn't mistaken. She was about to walk over there and kiss him hello before her mother held her back.

"Let him finish," she whispered. Fleur nodded, and they sat further back in the room and watched the little show that Daphne was putting on. Fleur had been a Mistress longer, but it was her mother that was more professional. Fleur acted mostly like a girlfriend, while her mother preferred to act like a Mistress.

Harry happily watched as Daphne stepped up on the couch and turned around. His eyes were glued to her as she vibrated her ass cheeks then dropped down into a squat. He saw her tight panties become even tighter around her plump pussy lips. His little whore was only wearing her g-string and high heels as she shook her ass for him. Following the beat of the song, Daphne placed her ankles on his shoulders before she locked them around the back of his neck. Now she was holding herself up with only her hands. Suddenly, she was pulling his face forward and repeatedly mashing it into her pussy. The impact was making his face bounce back before pulling him back in. Finally, she kept her ass against his face and wiggled it around, rubbing her scent all over him. Daphne smelled like lotion, baby powder, and perfume.

Harry couldn't see, but Fleur draped her leg over the arm of the couch that she was on and stuffed her hand down the front of her panties. Moaning slightly, she pleasured herself as she watched him have his fun.

Daphne stood on the couch facing him when her panties dropped down her legs and she sexily kicked them off. Throwing her thigh over his shoulder, the sexy brunette began grinding her hairless pussy all over his mouth. Judging by what Fleur could see of her face, it looked like Harry was likely sucking on her clit. Fleur felt a tingle in her own clit and decided to lavish some attention on it. Her beautiful, blue eyes were fluttering as her fingers danced over her sensitive bits, and she didn't even see Daphne straddle his waist and mount him.

Both Harry and Daphne were breathing heavily and moaning as she rolled her hips and bounced on his cock. She could feel his length hitting the deepest parts of her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled beautifully at him before claiming his lips. Harry squeezed her perky ass in his hands as her walls gripped him tightly.

Fleur heard a squeal and saw Harry rubbing Daphne's asshole while she rode his cock. Fleur was only a few seconds away from pushing her aside and claiming his cock for her own. She needed it badly. Arousal was pooling on her pink, little slit as her fingers moved in circles.

Daphne's breasts weren't the largest, but they were still a handful. Harry had each hand full and was rubbing her hard, crinkled nipple with his thumbs as he massaged her tits. Daphne bowed her back and pressed her breasts harder into his hands. She tilted her head back and moaned loudly as her body began to tremble. Harry moved his hands from her breasts and securely grabbed hold of her hips. She was now fucking him wildly as her tits bounced and flopped around, and she cried out in pleasure. Finally, collapsing forward, Daphne fell into his arms as her body spasmed.

Fleur watched as the whore came on his cock, and she could see by the goofy look on his, that Harry had cum as well. Harry reached over and grabbed something before handing it to her. Fleur could see that it was a Gringotts voucher, likely already signed by him. Daphne happily kissed him in thanks. Her kiss was deep and passionate, and she made sure that he would call her back again soon. Before she got up, she licked the side of his face and laughed when he slapped her ass.

Fleur watched as she walked her way, her incredibly sexy body sashaying as she went. As she passed, Fleur looked down and saw the line of cum dripping down the inside of her leg. Looking back up, Daphne smirked and carried on to the door, completely nude.

'Bitch,' Fleur thought as she exited the room. The good news was that Harry was now free. Looking at her mother, she saw her nod, and they both happily went to greet their benefactor.