Seven children. Six boys, one girl. And a husband who was far too kind for this world. Something of a bumbling, good-natured man who loved his job, but did not have any sort of ambition or drive for upward mobility, and thus allowed his coworkers and superiors to constantly walk all over him.

Molly Weasley wouldn't change any of it for the world, really, she wouldn't. She wouldn't trade her husband, Arthur Weasley, for a single damn wizard she'd ever met. He was a good-hearted man through and through, and she loved that about him. In fact, she loved quite a lot about her life as a stay-at-home mother of seven. Her babies meant the world to her, every last one of them.

Still, financially stable, the Weasley Household was not. Arthur simply did not make enough money to support their entire family. And he likely never world. He did his best, and he certainly paid for the lion's share of their expenses, but at the end of the day, Molly had always been the one to make ends meet that last bit of the way, whenever it proved necessary. Most of the time, she did this without Arthur even knowing.

Oh, he was aware that she had a small side hustle. It was a simple enough little job. Muggleborns weren't all poor, after all. Some of them were quite well off, and those who had enough muggle money to exchange for gold at Gringotts could in turn afford all sorts of wizarding world wonders. Such as, for instance, a magical tutor to help them catch up on what they might not already know about the world they'd sudden found themselves propelled into.

Molly Weasley could be that tutor, especially now that all of her children were away at Hogwarts. Even back when Ginny had still been too young for school, she'd done it here and there, taking on tutoring jobs whenever need be to make ends meet. But now that Ginny was at Hogwarts as well, Molly could do so much more.

And so, here she was, arriving at the Leaky Cauldron in a white blouse, teal dress, and a corset holding up her bust. With a bonnet to keep the sun out of her eyes, the Weasley Matriarch made her way inside of the Cauldron, exchanging vague pleasantries with the proprietor, Tom, and then heading upstairs to her reserved private room for her latest tutoring appointment.

Hustling and bustling, as was her want, Molly Weasley climbs the stairs, reaches the door, and slips inside. Not looking up as she makes sure to secure the door behind her, locking it so they won't be disturbed, the Weasley Matriarch calls out unthinkingly.

"Apologies if I'm a little late. There was-!"

What there was, however, never leaves her lips. Because Molly finally turns to regard her latest pupil… and stops dead in her tracks as Draco Malfoy looks on at her, blatantly amused.

"No apology necessary, Mrs. Weasley. You're right on time."

Face coloring, Molly swallows thickly.

"I-I think I have the wrong room…"

But before she can reach for the door again, he shakes his head.

"No. I'm here for my… tutoring. You're to be my… tutor, Mrs. Weasley."

The Malfoy Scion's lips curl back into a positively wicked grin. Molly can't help but tremble, just a little bit.

… Even after seven children, she's still somewhat beautiful. Rather, childbirth has only enhanced her body, especially since Molly has always kept up with the beauty charms that her mother taught her when she was younger. As such, her figure can be described as quite the generous hourglass shape. A somewhat skinny waist, with perhaps a little bit of width to it. But that width is in turn completely eclipsed by the width of her hips and her ass, as well as the sheer size of her large chest.

Her breasts had grown with every single pregnancy, a magical side effect, or so her Resident Mediwitch had told her. Not only had they grown with each and every child she'd bore, but somewhere along the way… well, the lactation had gotten stuck on. It no longer turned off, and she was effectively always ready to offer up a drink of breastmilk to anyone who asked.

N-Not that anyone did! Even her husband was too polite to do something like that. No, rather, most nights Molly Weasley was forced to magically milk herself, just to get rid of the excess.

That was all to say though… she was what many a wizard would still call 'imminently fuckable'. And Molly was VERY aware of that fact. So aware of it, in fact, that she'd… well, let's just say her husband only knew of one side of her tutoring business.

Still…

"I'm s-sorry, Mr. Malfoy. But I already had a pupil today. I should-!"

Shaking his head, Draco waves a hand airily.

"You don't need to worry about that, Mrs. Weasley. I bought out the slot. Your original appointment was all too happy to exchange the time with you for the gold."

That… well, that doesn't feel very good, now does it? She was supposed to see a muggleborn Ravenclaw today, though in the moment with all this sudden stress, she can't quite remember their name. That the muggleborn had been so happy to sell their slot with her to Draco of all people…

"That's not a problem, is it Mrs. Weasley? I have it on good authority that you're more than happy to 'tutor' Purebloods too… under the table, as it were."

Molly's face goes almost as red as her hair, and she bristles a little bit.

"W-Who told you that?!"

It's not that she's outraged because it isn't true. She's outraged because it is. The truth of the matter is… Molly Weasley is a whore. She's sold out. She's whored her body out to several Pureblood wizards over the years, all under the guise of tutoring muggleborns. And while she's also helped several muggleborns with learning about the magical world they suddenly find themselves in… the true money comes not from them, but from the Pureblood Scions she's been fucking.

Draco, of course, can tell WHY she's outraged, and just grins cockily.

"That's not important. You of all people should know that word of mouth is important for getting your business out there. But I also know the value of discretion, Mrs. Weasley. You don't have to worry about any of that. You'll be compensated for your time… after we're done here."

His words are so final. Domineering, even. Molly shudders but sees no other way out. If she refuses the Malfoy Scion, then things will likely go poorly for her. Not to mention… they need the money. Even when it was just going to be the lower rate for an actual tutoring session, they still needed that money in a bad way. But now? Now she could make so much more from Draco Malfoy, gold she could use to help her family.

With a low sigh, Molly walks forward… and drops to her knees before the Malfoy Scion. Pulling down her top and letting her massive mammaries bounce free, she looks up at him, holding them aloft for him to see.

"Is this what you wanted, Mr. Malfoy?"

"… It's a start, I suppose."

She doesn't need to be told twice. Moving quickly, she deftly opens Draco's robes and pulls out his cock. It's already rock hard by the time she does so, showing his anticipation for their encounter. Molly slips the young wizard's member between her prodigious breasts and begins to slide them up and down his length as the Pureblood throws his head back and groans.

It's humiliating and shameful, to be cheating on her husband like this. But at the same time, it's nothing Molly hasn't done before. She focuses on the task at hand, and on pleasuring Draco to the best of her ability. She's going to charge him the same flat rate no matter how long it takes to satisfy him after all, so she might as well aim to finish this up as fast as possible.

Clutching at the arms of the chair, Draco groans as his cock throbs in between the valley of her breasts. He's clearly enjoying the warm, soft feel of her milk-laden tits, wrapped around his cock.

"Y-Your mouth! Use your mouth, wench!"

Stiffening, Molly scowls at that. Especially because they both know he would get off from just her tits alone in no time at all. Still, the customer is always right. Lowering her mouth to his cock, Molly takes him in between her lips. Her red curls bounce as she bobs up and down the first few inches of his shaft, most of her fat chest falling away from his shaft and resting atop his legs as she kneels there in front of him.

Draco growls, and then groans again, staring down at her with an intensity in his gaze that lets Molly know any moment he will-

There's no further warning than that as the Malfoy Scion begins to cum. Still, the Mother of Seven is well-practiced in this regard. She's not unused to her Pureblood 'pupils' being rather disrespectful and impolite. And so, she's ready to swallow his seed, ready to drink it down so they don't make too much of a mess. If he'd been more prepared, then perhaps she would have ended up with a facial. As it is, she's able to capture every ounce of his cum down her gullet before he's finished with his release.

Pulling back, Molly wipes a finger along her lips and smiles at the sight of Draco's member already softening.

"If that's all, Mr. Malfoy, I think-!"

"No… no, that will not be all."

Molly frowns and glances between him and his cock, only for Draco to give her a raunchy grin… and pull a Pick Me Up Potion from out of his robes. Downing it, the young wizard's grin only widens as steam shoots out of his ears and his cock begins to reharden right then and there.

"I'm paying for a proper tutoring session, Mrs. Weasley. And I assure you, I WILL get my money's worth."

… He was going to be one of those ones, of course. She should have expected as much. Molly plasters a fake smile on her lips and gives him a nod of understanding as she speaks through gritted teeth.

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy."

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Ginny Weasley wasn't an idiot. Seven children? Yeah, her dad might be their primary bread winner, but they would have all starved solely on HIS salary. As it is, she's well aware of her mom's part time job as a tutor for various muggleborn kids. More aware even, then most of her brothers probably, seeing as Molly started taking more and more tutoring jobs throughout the holiday breaks on top of her tutoring during the summer.

Honestly, she was rather proud of her mom for what she did. Molly Weasley took muggleborns and taught them not just everyday magic that they wouldn't have been exposed to earlier on in life, but also common information about the wizarding world that wasn't ever really explained, even at Hogwarts. What her mother did was crucial to the good health of magical society, because it helped the fresh blood that muggleborns represented get a leg up on their peers and not get so easily chased out of the wizarding world upon graduation.

… Or so Ginny had always been told. The explanation made sense to her though, and she'd always admired her mother for her efforts, as well as for how hard Molly worked in order to help them get the rest of the way through each month when her father's job simply didn't pay enough for all of them to survive.

That all said, Ginny Weasley's world view was about to be rocked. Sitting in the Leaky Cauldron, the young witch finds herself having a quick lunch with Dudley Dursley before they go and do stuff together in the Alley afterwards. It's not a date, necessarily… even if she sort of wishes it were one. No, they're just two very good friends, hanging out and having fun together.

Only, Dudley has stepped away for a moment to the bar to get them new drinks, and it's in that moment in time that Ginny catches sight of a smug Draco Malfoy leaving one of the private rooms upstairs. He doesn't notice Ginny, walking right out of the Leaky Cauldron without even glancing in her direction. And… perhaps that's for the best.

Because the next thing that happens, is the door Draco came through opening again, and the last person in the world Ginny ever expected to see walking through it. Out of the door steps a disheveled Molly Weasley, who's still adjusting her clothes as she steps out and closes the door behind her. She looks… clean enough, but also, it's abundantly clear what was happening in the room beyond.

Ginny was vaguely aware that her mother's tutoring gigs took place in the Leaky Cauldron. She hadn't known Molly had one today… but then…

Luckily, Molly doesn't see her daughter either, as she slowly walks away as well, noticeably limping. That right there seals it for Ginny, her already fracturing world view completely shattered as she realizes that her mother truly isn't as pure-hearted and good-natured as she thought. Was it all a lie? Was none of the 'muggleborn tutoring' real? Ginny didn't know.

What she did know was that Molly Weasley was selling herself for money… for their family. And… and if her mother was allowed to do that, if her mother could let Draco Malfoy fuck her for the galleons that their family needed to make ends meet for the month… then why couldn't Ginny do the same?

Not with Draco, mind you. Ginny had no desire to fuck Draco for any amount of gold… well, maybe for- no! She didn't NEED to whore herself out to Draco. After all, Dudley was just as rich, wasn't he? And he seemed rather interested in red heads, didn't he?

"I'm back! Hey, what's up? You look like you're thinking about something rather hard."

As Dudley arrives back at the table, Ginny startles out of her thoughts and blushes, grateful that he didn't see Draco OR Molly leaving the Leaky Cauldron. Still, as she takes the new drink from him and he sits back down so they can finish their lunch together, Ginny's mind is going a mile a minute. If Molly could justify it, then why not Ginny? Why shouldn't she use every weapon in her arsenal? She was cute enough, right? She was old enough.

Most importantly of all, Dudley was probably interested… and she wouldn't know unless she tried to find out. This was her shot, and if her mother could fuck and suck Draco Malfoy in a private room of the Leaky Cauldron, then Ginny didn't see why she should be any better!

Like mother, like daughter, after all…

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