The Six Million Galleon Man (Ch. 6)

The Six Million Galleon Man

Chapter 6

Harry read and re-read the short letter that he had received. His group had placed a House-Elf within Hogwarts to pass him letters when necessary. It wouldn’t do to have strange owls dropping off notes during breakfast. Easily memorizing it, he waved his wand and set fire to the piece of parchment. He watched as the corner ignited and the flames quickly spread throughout. He vanished the ashes that were leftover.

His instructions about the fake Moody were simple. Watch and report. He wasn’t to sneak back into the room without orders, and he was to act as naturally as possible. Croaker said that there was obviously a reason that the imposter had snuck in. Harry had to agree. He guessed that it somehow had to do with him. And as the major events in school at the end of two of the last three years had something to do with Voldemort, Harry also guessed that he was somehow involved. The only other thing that was different that year was the tournament. He wouldn’t dismiss that as a possibility. Either way, it didn’t matter. Croaker was going to investigate and get back to him. Harry just had to avoid blowing his cover.

Harry had also been keeping a close eye on Draco Malfoy just as his mother had requested. While he wasn’t being as mouthy as he normally would be, Malfoy was being extra nasty when he did open his mouth. Even Slytherins weren’t spared his wrath. He had been hiding around a corner while Malfoy had talked with a group of his peers. Of course, Malfoy said something stupid and angered one of the upper-year students. A younger student might be intimidated by the blonde ponce, but not an older student. The older student immediately began humiliating Malfoy by bringing up what had happened in the Top Box of the World Cup Finals. Harry didn’t need to see him to know that his face was burning red and his fists were clenched and shaking in anger. He could certainly hear it in his voice when Malfoy promised a quick and painful end to that student. He just laughed and told Malfoy to fuck off. He didn’t think that Malfoy was serious, but Harry had thought otherwise. He could hear the rage in Malfoy’s voice, and when you add the fact that he had been treating his own mother like shit, Harry wasn’t sure what he would do. He’d definitely keep Malfoy away from his small group of friends. Whether Narcissa liked it or not, Harry would kill the ferret if he threatened the girls. Since that particular incident, Malfoy had gone back to his normal mood as of late … silent seething.

During meals, Harry kept an eye on the Slytherin table. He saw that Malfoy had certainly made at least one enemy lately. Daphne Greengrass would occasionally turn her head and look to the part of the table where Malfoy sat. Immediately, her face would twist into pure disgust and hatred when she laid eyes on him. It wouldn’t happen often, but often enough for Harry to spot it. Though he didn’t show it, Harry was smiling on the inside.

Taking his mentor’s advice, Harry had begun creating dossiers on people of interest, one of which was the lovely Daphne Greengrass. As it turned out, she didn’t care much for people. It didn’t matter if you were a Gryffindor, a Slytherin, or anyone in between. To her, you just weren’t up to snuff. The girl was a snob and a half.

It would be reasonable to ask why anyone would want a girl like that on their side. The answer was simple. The positives outweighed the negatives. Daphne came from a wealthy family that was well respected in the pureblood community. She was incredibly beautiful with her pitch-black hair and fair skin. She had smoldering gray eyes that you could sit and stare at for hours. Her face was classically beautiful with large eyes and a small, cute nose. She was often considered the prettiest girl in school. Even as a first-year, people took notice of her good looks. Of course, no boy stood a chance with her. Many even claimed that she might be into girls, but anyone with half a brain found that excuse to be flimsy. While she might be into girls, she certainly didn’t show it. She was just as snotty to them as any boy. Like Harry thought earlier, to her, everyone was dirt underneath her shoe.

Good looks weren’t everything, but they certainly helped in life. If she were only a pretty face, then Harry would possibly lose interest. Fortunately for her, she had a mind that was second to only Hermione in their year. In other words, she was as smart as a whip. A strong mind combined with a gorgeous face was a recipe for success. Anyone could tell you that Daphne would be incredibly successful once she graduated from Hogwarts. If somehow Harry could get her on his side, she would be a powerful ally in the future. Not only that, but he would have a spy in the Slytherin House. Seeing the pure hatred that she directed toward his favorite blonde ponce, Harry wondered if he could use that to his advantage. He had been thinking about it for so long that he forgot that he should be eating. He suddenly felt a hand on his thigh. A firm squeeze made him turn his head and snapped him out of his thoughts. He saw Ginny’s pretty face smiling at him, her hand still squeezing his leg.

“You better finish eating. We’ve only got ten minutes left,” she said before going back to her own plate. Hermione was on his other side, slowly eating while she went over some notes for their next class. He felt Ginny’s hand creep a little higher until it was almost stroking his crotch before she took it away. That gave him an idea. Even though Daphne wasn’t inclined to find a romantic partner while at school, she was still a young, hormonal teenager. So the desires were there, Harry thought, no matter how well she hid them. The girls of Gryffindor were still affected by the weak Allure that he naturally produced, they were just better at hiding it these days. They had gotten used to the sensation of being around him constantly. But as Ginny’s hand left his upper leg, he could clearly see that they still felt it. Daphne had likely only felt the barest amount during the handful of classes that they had together. Harry sat on one side of the room while the Slytherins took the other side. Daphne couldn’t have felt it at its strongest. For that, she would need to be right beside him. Now he just needed to figure out a way to get her alone.

The Six Million Galleon Man

Daphne Greengrass was still livid when she saw Malfoy skulking off to do whatever it was that he did after classes were over. Once again, dinner was dreadful. These Hogwarts Elves couldn’t compare to her family’s elves that had been trained to produce only the best French cuisine. That only put her in an even worse mood. When Malfoy disappeared around the corner, she promised herself that she would get revenge sooner or later. She wouldn’t forget.

After the death of his father during the summer, everyone in their House could see the change that had overtaken him. That change wasn’t for the better. Rumor was that he had even tossed his own mother from the family. That was certainly not smart on his part, Daphne thought. Narcissa was definitely the brains of their operation. Without her, all their family was, was a snot-nosed brat who fancied himself a man. He wasn’t a man. He was a sniveling child that was making enemies at every turn.

“Still pissed off about Malfoy?” Daphne heard the voice of her only friend … Tracey Davis. The girl skipped up to her and walked by her side.

“What do you think?” Daphne’s lovely voice was filled with barely controlled anger.

“I think Malfoy’s going to be in big trouble when you finally get a hold of him,” she snorted. “Have you figured out how to fix the mess that your uncle has gotten your family into?” she asked, suddenly turning serious. Daphne clenched her fists tightly and shook her head.

“I can’t believe that he would take out a loan from Lucius Malfoy and not tell the family. Not only that, but he put the family business up for collateral!” Tracey said angrily.

“Tracey!” Daphne hissed, looking around.

“Don’t worry. There’s no one around. I checked,” she placated her friend, not wanting to get on her bad side. She was already angry enough.

“Still,” Daphne mumbled.

“But Daph … If you don’t pay the two and a half million galleons by the end of next month, Malfoy’s going to take control of your family business. Then what will happen to you?” she asked, obviously concerned.

Daphne didn’t know what would happen. Whatever it was, it certainly wouldn’t be good. She very much planned to wring her uncle’s neck the next time that she saw him. At the moment, he was hiding out so that her father wouldn’t kill him. Probably smart on his part. Daphne’s father had been beyond apocalyptic when he found out. As it turned out, her uncle had struck a deal with Lucius Malfoy. As long as he fed him with inside information about the comings and goings of the Greengrass family, he wouldn’t force him to pay back the loan. Once Malfoy Junior took control of the family, he had no use for the information. He told the family in no uncertain terms that they had to pay it off on time, or he’d collect on their default. The piece of shit even waved the signed contract in front of her father’s face. Daphne had seen her father’s hand quivering. He had barely been able to control his temper. If he hadn’t, Malfoy would be a smudge on the wall, and her family would be ruined.

“I don’t know,” she replied quietly. “Lately, the business isn’t doing as well since the import laws were changed. We had to pump a large portion of the family savings into it just to keep it afloat until father figures out what to do. Right now we just don’t have that much liquid capital. Selling assets takes time, especially when it involves that kind of money. I tried talking sense into Malfoy, but he just called me a whore and told me to fuck off. When I get my hands on him …” she left the threat unsaid. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

“Well, there’s nothing that we can do for now. Let’s get back to the dungeons and hope that Malfoy slips and breaks his neck,” Tracey said, trying to cheer her up. The two girls walked down the corridor before turning the corner.

As the sounds of their steps faded, Harry Potter canceled the Disillusionment Charm and came back into view. Now he knew what had made her so mad. Harry tapped his chin in thought before going back to Gryffindor Tower.

The Six Million Galleon Man

Harry was sitting on the couch near a blazing fire when Narcissa dropped down next to him. He had to admit, she looked very sexy in her tiny, silk robe. When her body pressed against his side, she leaned in and began sucking on his neck while she rested her bare leg on his lap. His hand instinctively slithered up her soft and smooth leg until he was caressing the skin of her upper thigh.

Once he had gotten back to Gryffindor Tower, he told Hermione that he had to go and see Narcissa for business. He needed her input before coming up with a solid plan. In the meantime, he wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to have a bit of physical contact with the older woman. His hand slipped under the hem of her robe, and he found out that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. As his fingers brushed over her damp lips, Harry felt her moan into his neck.

“Did you come here for another reason, or only to have fun?” Narcissa teased as her hand fondled the tenting crotch of his trousers. Harry smiled and touched her clit, sending pure magic into her body. Narcissa’s body locked up and she moaned in a way that he hadn’t heard before. It was the sound of pure arousal. After that, her hand grew even bolder. She unbuckled the front of his pants and shoved her hand into them. He felt her talented hand wrap around his girth and begin stroking him.

“I actually came here to ask you about a contract that your former husband made with one of the Greengrass brothers,” Harry moaned out as she expertly worked his cock. It seemed that Narcissa didn’t really care about contracts at the moment. She was too busy grinding her hot and flowing pussy against his hand.

“What about the contract?” she asked though not really caring. She pulled her hand from his trousers and tore his shirt open. Buttons went flying in every direction as she maneuvered their bodies so that he was lying underneath her on the couch. She eagerly leaned down and started kissing him down his chest. When she got to his pants, she wasted no time in pulling them off. She spread his legs and gasped at the sight of his monstrous cock sticking straight up. Putting both hands on it, she marveled at the fact that there was still a couple of inches still sticking up from the edge of her highest palm. Harry smirked and reached up, grabbed the front of her silky robe, and pulled it open so that he could see her beautiful, bare breasts. Her nipples were already hard and crinkled and added to the fact that the position of her arms was causing her breasts to be pressed together, it made for a spectacular sight.

“Tell me everything you know about it,” Harry practically commanded. His tone told her that she needed to concentrate for the moment and give him the facts. It didn’t stop her from continuing to molest his raging erection. Moving one of her hands down to his balls, she cupped them then massaged them while her other hand jerked him off. During her handjob, she told him everything that she knew about it. Harry whistled appreciatively.

“What kind of a fool would sign a contract like that?” he asked no one in particular.

“The younger Greengrass brother has always been the black sheep of the family. He has very little common sense. It’s not surprising that he would sign it,” Narcissa replied as she leaned down and started placing soft kisses all over his erection. Harry sighed happily at the sensation … even more so when her lips moved to his bloated sack.

“Is there any way out of the contract?” Harry asked. He felt Narcissa’s head shake. The feeling of her hair brushing the inside of his thighs was a bit ticklish.

“The only way out is to either pay it off or to destroy the contract,” she told him, her lips moving up his belly until her mouth found his. Narcissa moaned into his mouth as her tongue dueled with his. The older woman seemed to be particularly horny that night. Harry needed more information, so he broke the kiss and continued. Narcissa groaned at having the kiss ended. In return, she shrugged off her robe and mounted him. She reached behind her and grabbed the base of his massive cock. Harry moaned when the sensitive head was being rubbed up and down the length of her soaking wet slit. When his head was in the right spot, she dropped down and took him fully into herself. Both of them moaned at the sensation. Harry and Narcissa both arched their backs, and Harry even lifted up his hips, trying desperately to go even deeper into the sexy MILF. Narcissa placed her hands on his rock-hard pecs to steady herself while breathing heavily. After a moment to recover, her wide hips began bouncing and rolling.

“Destroy the contract?” he asked as one hand slid up her belly and started fondling her breasts while the fingers of his other hand were busy stimulating her hard and swollen clit. Narcissa bit her lip sexily as she pressed down hard on him and rolled her hips in a circle. She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Physically destroyed. The magic that enforces the contract is stored within the parchment itself. If the contract is physically destroyed, then the magic of it is safely released. Furthermore, you can’t exactly go to the Ministry and make a claim without proof. That’s why most people file their contracts with the Ministry. If it’s accidentally destroyed, the Ministry still has proof and can enforce it. That’s the dangerous thing about these types of shady contracts. You can’t exactly take them to the Ministry, so the physical contract has to be kept safe. Many have lost a fortune to not keeping their contracts safe,” Narcissa explained as her tits jiggled and bounced along with her sexy body.

“Interesting,” Harry said, trying to concentrate on coming up with a plan. The hard part was that Narcissa’s heavenly tunnel was already contracting around him tightly. He could feel her fluttering and her walls starting to milk his cock. She let out a high-pitched squeak as she clamped down tightly on him. She reached back and grabbed his shins tightly and spread her knees wide. Harry could clearly see the area of penetration. Her pussy was contracting wildly on him as her body trembled violently.

“Holy fuck! Here it comes!” Harry cried out, too far gone to hold on any longer. Narcissa’s body was trembling so badly that his cock slipped from her wet depths just as cum erupted from the tip. It spurted into the air and landed all over her bowed body. Her lovely, shaking tits were covered in cum, as was her face and hair. When she finally calmed down, she found that cum was literally dripping from her breasts and chin. Harry chuckled as she glared at him.