Taking out the Trash

"Let us go! You monsters, let us go!"

"Gag that one!"

"You wouldn't da-mmph! MMMPH!!!"

Draco sneers as he watches the group of filthy, naked muggle women being corralled into a large cage from his place above. His hand is still outstretched, a finger pointed at the one among them who would not shut up. Most of the other chained-up girls were silent, hunched in on themselves and trying to make themselves look small to avoid drawing attention. They knew by now that attention brought only pain. But there was always one among the batch who was just waiting for their chance to act, and it was apparent that tonight, on moving night, was the night this one thought she could get away with it.

Moving the product was always a risk, especially when the product was muggle, but it had been necessary. Draco had taken great pains to purchase this particular building just on the edge of Diagon Alley. It was nice and large, with ward stones at each of the four corners that magic could be channeled into. Every outer wall had already been layered with protective charms, including muffling that would make it all but impossible for anyone outside to hear what was going on inside.

This was good, because Draco's business wasn't necessarily legal. It should have been and perhaps once he had enough power and influence and wealth, he could make it legal… but that would take more than even his own father had managed to achieve… and where Lucius Malfoy had been stymied by Dumbledore and his ilk, Draco had no doubt that he would in turn have to contend with Harry Potter, the Man-Who-Won.

That was fine though, because he'd spent his entire life learning all about Harry, and he wasn't about to let the Gryffindor best him now. No matter that the other wizard had defeated Voldemort… Draco wasn't going to make the same mistakes as the Dark Lord. But, regardless. First things first was producing a reasonable revenue stream.

He'd managed to make Lord Greengrass his patsy for all of the gold he'd earned so far, but now the man was well and truly burnt and Draco was going to have to make his own gold. That was fine though, so far he'd found himself able to use the galleons that the Greengrass Patriarch had procured to set up his business quite nicely.

And now that said business had been moved from Knockturn Alley to Diagon Alley successfully, it was all going to get even better. It was-

"MMMPH!!!"

"Fuck, my nuts!"

Torn from his thoughts, Draco's head whips down, where he sees the now-gagged wench trying to actually make a break for it. Naked and barefooted, chained at the wrists, she's honestly in a full out sprint for the large, locked doors. The hired hand who'd been dealing with her is currently on his knees, groaning from the kick he took to the balls.

Rolling his eyes, Draco doesn't even let the defiant muggle reach the door. His wand comes up, and he mutters the incantation for Wingardium Leviosa under his breath as he gives it a flick. With a muffled screech, the muggle is pulled back and away from her supposed chance at freedom, dragging through the air as Draco guides her along with the tip of his wand, having no trouble at all with her weight.

He doesn't carry her back to the pen where the rest of the muggle wenches are being pushed in even now though. He keeps going, placing her instead high over a large, caged pit, right above the singular, small, one-person wide opening in the top of said pit. If he drops her… she'll certainly fall. She'll fall into the pit and have to contend with the Manticore.

Draco wasn't just in the muggle-trafficking business, though that was certainly the most lucrative of his ventures at this point. He also had a few animals he kept as pets, some of them legal, and some of them very much not legal. The Manticore was one of them, and though he has been trying to train it, largely through daily beatings with pummeling spells and withholding food, its not quite yet tamed.

As such, as soon as the starved Manticore senses the muggle woman's presence over its cage, it lashes out, trying to get at her. Its sharp rows of teeth even come up through the small hole as it snaps at her kicking feet. Of course, Draco has her juuust high enough that it can't reach her even at its best. That doesn't make the muggle feel any better though, if her screams and her continued flailing are anything to go by.

Meanwhile, the rest of the room has fallen completely silent. Both his men and the bitches they've been pushing into the muggle-holding pen have frozen up, watching the spectacle with either perverse glee or utter horror, depending on which you're talking about. Smirking slightly, Draco raises his other hand and snaps his fingers, using what little grasp on wandless magic he has to amplify the sound.

Gazes shift over to him and once most of the product and most of his men are looking up at him, he finally speaks.

"If anyone else wishes to… speak up, now is the time. Go ahead! Irritate me! Annoy me! Keep up this display of rebellion and I will gladly feed every last fucking one of you to my manticore! But hey, if enough of you piss me off, perhaps I'll change it up and give you to the flesh-eating slugs instead! They take their time."

The grins on the faces of the wizards he's hired are even wider now, while the muggle women are huddled together, not sure whether to watch him for further aggression or watch the one among their number who currently dangles mere inches from certain gory death. That one in particular has stopped her flailing now, and is just hanging in midair, trying to curl up on herself, sobbing with fear as the manticore continues to try to snap her up from below.

For a moment, Draco does indeed consider finishing the example he's making by ending the muggle's life. He can always get more, after all… the creatures are fucking everywhere, certainly the most popular mammals on the planet. But no… even if he CAN easily replace her, he can also sell her for a tidy sum as well, and there's no point in destroying his own product when the point he wants to make is already made now.

Slowly, purposefully, Draco draws the trembling, shaking muggle away from above the caged pit and to the pen where her and the others will now be staying. He makes sure to put her inside personally, and with her no longer flailing, its not hard to pass her through the open cage door. As soon as he releases her from the spell, she scrambles over to one of the pen's far corners, curling into the fetal position and rocking back and forth, still sobbing, still gagged.

The others are loaded into the cage in short order, at which point Draco calls out again.

"Crabbe! Goyle! You're to keep watch until the buyers arrive."

The two gorilla-like wizards both nod to Draco, as loyal now as they've been their entire lives. They are his men, through and through, raised to be so in a way, and he knows he can count on them, even if he can't quite count on their intelligence in more complex tasks. Put bluntly, he didn't trust the other wizards he'd hired, those men who are now moving elsewhere around the building, onto pre-planned patrol routes and to check up on some of the caged animals all around the main room.

… He trusted them to remain selfish and self-centered, and that was about it. They were in it for the pay, not because they respected him or were loyal to him, as he knew they should have been. Regardless, they were useful enough, for now. And perhaps as time went on, he would find more wizards like Crabbe and Goyle, men who were loyal because they saw the vision he had, rather than simply eager to get at his coin.

Perhaps… perhaps…

Turning about, Draco walks back into his office with a flourish of his cloak. Looking out over the main room from above, his office gave him an expansive view of his operations. Just how Draco preferred it. He hadn't gotten to where he was by NOT keeping an eye on the ne'er dowels under his employ… of course, stepping back into the office reminds him of one of the day's OTHER irritations.

In the far corner, chained and shackled and collared with large metal manacles, there is another muggle woman. This one is far better off than those down below, liberally cleaned with magic and even fed moderately well. She's still naked of course, and this shows off her beautiful body. Blonde of hair, busty and curvaceous, if she were a pureblood witch, she might very well be the kind of woman that Draco would court as a potential wife.

As it is, she's nothing but a muggle, and that makes her less than nothing in his eyes. She's good as chattel and not much more… but given her beauty, Draco had no issue taking her as his own personal property and pleasure slave during their last raid on the muggle city that surrounds the hidden wizarding world.

She belonged to him now, as all of the others did as well until he sold them. But he didn't intend to sell this one… at least not until he'd gotten his fun from her. He'd already slaked his lusts on her more than once by this point, and yet still she was… an annoyance, more than a source of comfort like a pet is meant to be.

"Cease your crying, wench! Do you not see how I care for you and provide for you compared to the others? You are mine, and so long as you are obedient and subservient, you will live in relative comfort as my pet!"

He'd tried to explain this to the blonde multiple times by this point, but at the end of the day, she WAS a muggle and muggles were inherently flawed creatures, unable to grasp basic logic, let alone complex thought like he was capable of. It was why they made such good slaves and not much else. Shaking her head, the blonde wench continues to cry, whimpering as he approaches.

Its only once he's towering over her, glaring down at her that she looks up at him. Draco is surprised to see a glare returned in his direction, and he barely dodges out of the way as she tries to spit in his face in pure defiance of his words. Luckily for her sake, he DOES dodge out of the way. Draco's not quite sure what he would do if her spittle landed, but it certainly wouldn't be pretty.

As is, he's still livid with her, and his wand comes up without a second thought as he incants the one of three unforgivable curses that he finds himself using the most recently.

"Crucio!"

Hissing out the pain curse, he jabs his wand point forward towards the helpless blonde muggle, holding her under the curse with building satisfaction for several long moments as she screams in agony. He breaks it off after a moment, watching as her screams die down and she gasps for breath. Her breasts heave in a truly delightful way in the meantime, and Draco feels his loins stirring as he considers taking advantage of the temporary meekness that always follows these little 'lessons' in obedience to have some fun with his slave.

But no, in the end he decides against it, knowing that he has preparations to make for the buyers who will be arriving soon to purchase his muggle product in bulk. Letting out a sigh, Draco flicks his wand, using magic to push the dog bowl closer to the blonde muggle, filled as it is with scraps and the like.

"Now eat, bitch."

He watches only long enough to make sure she leans over the bowl, trembling all over. Then, he turns and leaves her to it, ignoring her in favor of the books strewn across his desk on the other side of the room. Smiling down at the tomes, he knows his father would be proud of his impeccable record keeping. It was a skill that Lucius had drilled into his son from a very early age.

Writing down the names, the addresses, and the personal details of everyone who bought from him was simply good business sense. Flicking his wand out, he updates his ledgers with a new entry based on the sale he's supposed to be making tonight. The girls currently caged downstairs were actually all going to the same buyer, someone who'd spent a small fortune to get them.

Draco didn't know what the other man needed thirty muggle women for, nor did he care. The galleons that he'd be getting for this sale would probably be enough to finally allow him to buy his way into the Wizengamot and do something not even his father had managed to do. He would gain a family seat, and House Malfoy would take its rightful place among the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of the wizarding world… finally.

Settling into his high-back, cushioned chair, Draco steeples his fingers as he contemplates his future and his plans. In reality, he's mostly just fantasizing about becoming the most famous, most rich, and most powerful wizard in all of Europe. Soon… soon.

-x-X-x-

Unbeknownst to Draco, tonight is not the night that he gains the funds necessary to begin his rise to power. Tonight, is the night that it all comes crumbling down around him. While the pompous blonde Pureblood sits in his office, fantasizing about a future that will never come, one Harry James Potter has already infiltrated Draco's holdings.

Standing in the main room beneath his Cloak of Invisibility, which he now knows to be one of the Deathly Hallows, Harry has to take some time to calm himself at least a little. He's very nearly vibrating with rage and hate over what he's seen so far. He knew… he knew he needed it all. He knew he needed everything Draco had, he needed to take it all out without Draco having even the barest of warnings.

That was why, when he'd finally tracked down the caravan moving to the new building Draco had purchased on the edge of Diagon Alley the day before, he'd not immediately attacked. Even once he'd identified the muggle women naked and in chains beneath the magical illusions meant to keep them from view, he'd not intervened. He knew he could not, not yet anyways.

It'd been a damn near thing when Draco had put that one woman over the manticore pit though. The damned fool was actually trying to tame a manticore of all things, and not in any sensible way, but by starving the thing! Harry had been fully prepared to save the muggle woman and fight it out with Draco and his guards right then and there if need be. If Draco had dropped her even a foot, Harry's spell would have caught her and pulled her out of the way of the manticore's sharpened teeth.

Luckily, that did not end up being necessary. For the time being, Harry's presence in the main room was still undetected, and Draco had retreated into his office entirely. Pressing his lips together, Harry considers what he knows. He's already taken in the layout of the complex that Draco has purchased. He knows where all the rooms and hallways are, and a few of the mangy-looking wizards he's run across have already been knocked out and dragged out of sight.

Most of those who remained were still in this room… so it was probably time to deal with them, wasn't it? Glancing up at Draco's office and the large window that allows the pompous blond prick to look down on the main room from above, Harry flicks his wand out. A thin layer of silver covers the office window, portraying exactly what Draco expects to see on the inside, and obscuring the window from view on the outside.

Luckily, none of Draco's men are looking up at the moment. Harry smirks at that… and then silences the room. It wouldn't normally be possible to do so, at least for any normal wizard. A silencing spell took more power the larger the space you wanted to maintain with it, and the main room of Draco's new digs was quite large indeed.

But Harry is who he is and pouring enough magic into the spell while casting it with the Elder Wand makes silencing the entire room a piece of cake. All around him, still invisible, Harry watches as conversations abruptly cease. Not because the men who are having them stop talking, but because sound stops coming from their still-moving lips. Slowly, they DO stop talking, brows furrowing in confusion as those close to each other look at one another, while those who are alone grow unnerved by the sudden silence and turn about to look around the room.

As they're starting to panic, Harry is already moving around the outskirts of the large room, dealing with the stragglers and levitating them out of sight behind crates and cages, leaving them unconscious and stunned in the shadowy edges of the area. He handles quite a few of Draco's henchmen this way, but there's still a cluster who head into the center, trying to group up, waving their hands in the air and failing to communicate to each other, growing more and more frustrated in the absolute silence.

Even the muggle women are beginning to realize something is off, their tears and sobs now soundless, even as they continue to track down their dirty faces. Multiple pairs of eyes slowly look up and gaze around, and a few make eye contact with one another as they open their lips and find they cannot say anything at all.

Harry can't take the time to handle them right now though. He needs to deal with the men first. A few more stunners handles most of the group that's clustered in the center of the room next to the women's cage, but Crabbe and Goyle have clearly been practicing, because both of them manage to get up hastily cast Protegos to deflect the stunners meant for them.

Not inclined to let either have a chance to get off some sort of message to their boss, Harry overpowers those protegos with banishing charms that just so happen to send them both careening over the manticore's cage. They don't quite get to the small human-sized feeding hole in the center of the caged pit, but that doesn't stop the manticore's stinger from lancing out through the grating once and then twice, stabbing both beefy wizards in the folds of their fat necks.

This also happens in complete silence, but that doesn't stop the manticore either. The tail pushes them to the edge of the hole, and a large lion's paw reaches out and grabs them one by one, dragging them in. Harry can only imagine what THAT sounds like, so when he finally removes his invisibility cloak and stands among the unconscious wizards at his feet before the cage holding the muggle women, he only pulls the silence spell back from around them, rather from the entire room.

That doesn't stop him from holding a finger to his lips though as he unlocks and opens the door to their cage, reaching in to the one closest with an outstretched hand.

"Shhh… it's going to be okay. All of you are going to be okay. I'm here to help."

They're all clearly very afraid, but given the circumstances, Harry doesn't blame them. These are not witches, muggleborn or otherwise. These are muggle women, of which the wizarding world is FAR too responsible for a large portion of their trafficking. Harry knows for a fact that the muggle world has a human trafficking problem that stretches across the entire earth… and only the Statute of Secrecy stops them from cracking down on a large portion of it, given much of that trafficking is done by monstrous wizards like Draco who think so little of those without magic that they'd be willing to strip them of their freedom and sell them for coin.

It makes Harry sick to his stomach, but it also means that none of these women truly understand what's going on. None of them have any experience with magic, and none of them can fully comprehend what they've been drawn into. Unfortunately, they'll probably all need obliviate charms before they're allowed to go back to their previous lives… or perhaps not so unfortunately. Perhaps forgetting this and getting back to their lives with something more traumatic in their memories to explain their disappearances will help them move on better.

That's not for Harry to decide. As the first of the muggle women grabs his hand and lets him pull her out of the cage, the rest of them slowly begin to follow. There's not much pushing or shoving, even as they finally begin to realize he's telling the truth, or at least that they lose nothing by believing him, given their current circumstances. In the end, once they're all out of the cage and their manacles have fallen to the floor, unlocked by his magic, Harry nods and smiles as he looks at them.

"Please… remain here. I have to deal with the man responsible for this and then I can get you all help. I just didn't want to leave you in that cage for longer than necessary. But if you wander now, I can't guarantee your safety. You're a long way from home, all of you. Trust in me, and I'll make sure you get back."

There are hesitant nods all around. Harry smiles a little wider, before conjuring a pile of clothes as well as setting a generic heating charm over the entire area as they begin to slowly get dressed.

"Good. Don't worry… this won't take long."

With that said, he heads upstairs. Not via the stairs, of course, but with one magically-enhanced leap that sees him propelled up onto the catwalk that leads to Draco's office. The silver film is still over the window when he passes by it, and Draco is none the wiser. Not until Harry drops the silencing spell for the rest of the area and in the same moment blasts Draco's door open with an exploding charm.

There's a feminine shriek, and Harry is distracted very briefly by the knowledge that there's another naked woman, also likely a muggle, shrinking into the corner of the room away from the blast he's just made. This distraction allows Draco to react, rising from his chair, his eyes widening at the sight of Harry standing in the doorway.

The blond ponce's wand arm comes up and he casts two spells in the moment of time he has before Harry refocuses on him and reacts. Unfortunately for Draco, neither spell connects. Instead, Harry swats them back at their original caster. One, a sickly yellow, splashes across the wall behind the blond, while the other, crackling and white, slams into Draco's off-shoulder, causing him to scream in pain as the bone-shattering curse does its job and shatters his shoulder and upper arm in a dozen, dozen places.

"Hello Draco. You really shouldn't have used Greengrass as your patsy. Maybe if you hadn't, maybe if you'd not drawn me into this, you would have stayed off my radar. But you never could resist, could you? Not that I can complain… human trafficking, Draco? For that alone, I'm going to relish crushing you."

"F-Fuck you, P-Potter!"

With that snarl, Draco lifts up his wand again, that arm still functioning as he prepares to cast another spell. This time though, Harry is much faster. With a fast flick of his empty hand, the powerful young wizard breaks Draco's wand arm just like that, causing another cry to come from the disabled blond ponce as the wand in turn clatters from spasming fingers.

"Sit down, Draco."

An outward palm followed by a burst of magic makes sure Draco does, forcing him to sit back down in the chair he'd risen from when Harry first entered the room. A glance over at the young woman Draco has chained in the corner tells Harry all he needs to know about her purpose. She's cleaner than the girls downstairs were, but she's still chained up. On top of that, she has a collar around her neck, a dog bowl near her 'bed', and all sorts of marks across her otherwise pale flesh. From bruises to bite marks, what Draco has been doing to this poor muggle woman is very obvious.

Focusing his attention back on the blond man, Harry stalks forward, the Elder Wand's tip glowing as he points it at Draco's face.

"I'd say not to make me angry, Draco, but we both know you're far past that. So how about you don't make me angrier, yeah? I've got questions, and you're going to give me answers."

"No! I won'-GAAAAH!!!"

Harry flicks the Elder Wand, and Draco screams in pain as a tooth is viciously pulled out of his mouth and flung across the room, embedded in the far wall with the force that its expelled.

"You've got plenty more teeth for me to tear free, Draco. And then I can start on the fingers and toes."

"T-The books! The books have it all!"

Draco breaks easily, as he always did. Harry is unsurprised, given just how weak the young man has always been, compared to how strong he's always thought he was. Still, it does seem that Draco has learned some level of subterfuge, as Harry approaches and looks down at the books strewn across Draco's desk which the broken blond is gesturing with his chin to.

Each of them is covered in a dark red aura that Harry can only see because of how much magic he's using right now. It's a blood curse, as a matter of fact. No one outside of a Malfoy could look at these ledgers, not without suffering extreme consequences. Glancing between them and Draco shows that the young wizard is trying his best to hide his satisfaction and expectation.

Smirking slightly, Harry just waves his free hand over the tomes. As he does so, to his sight the dark red aura washes away as he dispels the blood curse, just like that. To Draco's eyes, nothing is happening… but there's no denying the way the blond ponce's face falls when Harry then reaches out and grabs one of the tomes, spinning it around and opening it up without suffering any ill effects.

"You-!"

Before Draco can say anything else, Harry silences him. Not with a silencing spell, but by literally forcing his jaw shut with a burst of magic. The other wizard won't be opening those lips again until Harry wants him to. Which is… probably never. Or at least, that's how Harry would prefer it. Letting out a contented sigh as relative peace and quiet falls, Harry looks through Draco's books… and can't help but let a slow, wide smile spread over his face, covering his features from ear to ear.

Draco keeps excellent records. Pristine, even. If Harry had to guess, this might be the other wizard's strongest skill, honestly. Everything Harry needs is right here in this ledger, in impeccable, magically done penmanship. Within the pages of Draco's ledgers, Harry finds several names he recognizes. People who even now hold positions in the Ministry, who even now hold seats in the Wizengamot. All of them have purchased things from Draco. Illegal things at that, though not always slaves. Some of it is restricted objects, some of it restricted animals. But there have also been purchases of muggle women among the bunch as well.

Nostrils flaring as he breathes out heavily, Harry waves each of the ledgers into his moleskin pouch at his side. They disappear into the bottomless bag without issue, even as Draco tries ineffectually to snarl at the theft. Pointedly ignoring the disabled wizard, Harry begins to look around the room. The office is extravagantly decorated, and he can't help but let out a soft whistle at all he finds in here. None of it is actually illegal, Draco doesn't seem inclined to keep dark objects in his place of work. Instead, its all tapestries and paintings and while some of it is gaudy in its golden exterior… Harry thinks its just perfect for his purposes.

"As recompense for your actions against the Greengrass family… this isn't enough, but it's a start. A flick of the Elder Wand sees the room's extravagant layers sliding down into his bottomless bag one by one. Of course, by the time he turns his attention back to Draco, its to see the man having decided that running for the door with two broken limbs is better than… well, whatever Harry has planned.

While he could easily stop him, he doesn't. Allowing Draco to flee the room, Harry nonchalantly unlocks the manacles and collar on the naked blonde woman in the corner, clothing her in the same moment without even so much as looking in her direction as he follows his enemy out of the office. Draco has stopped for a moment, nearly falling over the railing as he looks down below to see his goons knocked out, the manticore clearly feasting on something and the girls, his 'product' as his ledgers had referred to them, free of their cage and getting dressed as they comfort one another.

Several pairs of eyes lift up at the glimpse of his movement, filling with hatred as they lock onto Draco's face. Snarling in impotent rage, the blond ponce glances back and then begins to flee again when he sees Harry following him at a rather slow pace, taking his time, step by step echoing against the wooden floor of the catwalk.

Draco flees for the stairs, but with two broken arms, the wizard is in no position to properly balance himself. In his haste, he trips and falls down the stairs with a short scream that sees him smashing right into a large, LARGE fish tank. One might have expected the fish tank to be enchanted unbreakable, or at very least to have a thick glass given its contents.

But this WAS Draco they were talking about here. Harry arrives at the top of the stairs just in time to see the blond shatter the glass fish tank with his body and his body alone. This in turn causes a flood of water… and the flesh-eating slugs contained within the tank to spill out into the room. Harry lifts a hand and clenches is it into a fist, using his magic to create an invisible box for the water and the slugs to slosh around in… but its too late for Draco, by a long shot. The creatures are illegal for a reason, and they're already moving into his throat and eyes and beneath his clothes.

It's a grisly sight to be sure, but Draco's screams soon die off, and silence falls across the room. Only until a ragged cheer rises up from the crowd, joined by the woman Harry had left behind in Draco's office as she looks over the railing at the fate of the man who'd tried to enslave her. Harry can't help but smile slightly in the face of their macabre happiness. It was a terrible way to go… but for a man like Draco, perhaps it was the most fitting.

The next hour or so is spent making sure the women are okay, the flesh-eating slugs are once again properly contained, and the rest of the building is clear of threats. Only then does Harry call the aurors in, but not before he removes any memory of his face from the minds of the muggles he's saved. The aurors would take care of them, and St. Mungo's would see them well and then returned to their homes.

Meanwhile, Harry had something ELSE in mind for the ledgers he'd taken from Draco's office. While he knew he could trust the DMLE to handle the muggle women with care and treat them properly, it was a lot easier to damage records and parchment then it was to disappear actual human beings. The muggle women would not be targeted, because they knew nothing about Draco's dealing. The ledgers on the other hand, filled with the names of Wizengamot members and government officials, were staying with Harry for the time being.

Arriving home, the powerful young wizard immediately casts a mental Point Me spell in the direction of Lavender. But, unfortunately the blonde witch is nowhere to be found, at least not on the grounds. Since she's off at work, Harry instead switches the Point Me spell to Parvati Patil. He finds her in short order in his gardens, humming to herself and enjoying the cool night breeze and starlit sky as she drinks from a glass which is no doubt some sort of alcoholic beverage.

The area is well lit, and this part of the gardens is exceptionally beautiful at night, so he's not too surprised to find her here. As soon as she sees him, Parvati's eyes light up and she rises from her chair.

"Harry! Were you looking for me?"

It's clear from her tone that she's hopeful, but luckily for her, Harry has good news. Opening his moleskin pouch, he reaches in and immediately feels the tomes he took from Draco answer his call. Pulling them out one by one and laying them on the table, Harry smiles and nods in Parvati's direction.

"I was indeed. Take a look at these for me, will you?"

Blinking, Parvati grabs the first of the books and opens it up. Her brow furrows as she looks it over, then her eyes widen as she continues to flip through the pages. She grabs the next one a lot more quickly, opening it up and doing the same. When she finally looks up at him, he can see horror and excitement warring in equal measures across her face.

"Is this… what I think it is?"

Nodding solemnly, Harry gestures at the books strewn across the table now.

"I want you to write a new article for me, Parvati. I want you to bring to light the corruption in the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic that these books detail. All the illegal and elicit acts that Draco Malfoy performed at the behest of the names in these ledgers… I want to show the evidence to everyone, to leave no doubt of their guilt. We'll make sure the entire wizarding world sees this information, and only then will we turn over copies of it to the proper authorities so that they can excise the scum from within their own bodies."

Parvati's eyes have been getting progressively larger as he speaks, her mouth opening. She's panting by the time Harry is done, and he's not all that surprised when the Indian witch practically leaps over the table to tackle him to the ground, kissing him deeply and grabbing him roughly by his tangled black locks. Harry's hands instinctively go to her hips as they end up on the soft grass beneath them, making out heatedly with no end in sight.

Clothes begin flying in short order, both his and Parvati's, and Harry doesn't mind one bit. He lets her strip them both naked, and even goes ahead and helps her in some small ways with his magic. When she's done, she kneels between his legs and leans over his crotch, rubbing her face against his cock and balls and smearing his precum across her mocha features.

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Let me show you how… grateful I am for this opportunity and for all you've done for me. Please?"

Harry just chuckles at her eagerness and nods his head, laying back and letting her have at it. Licking her lips, Parvati quickly begins to bob up and down on his cock, slurping and sucking at it to get him fully erect. Once she's done so, she pulls back again, smiling at him as she continues to nuzzle his leaking member.

"I'm on better terms with father now, thanks to you. He's stopped talking down to me every time we speak. And… Padma and I are sisters again, friends even. We're not going to let him drive us apart ever again."

Running his fingers through her hair, Harry watches as she quickly swallows him back into her mouth after she's finished her piece, eagerly giving him head, quickly beginning to deep-throat his cock without much issue as she swallows continuously.

"I'm glad. I'm glad you're happy, Parvati…"

His response seems to spur her on even further. Parvati's chocolate eyes roll around in her head as she sacrifices all caution and begins to truly fuck her face on his cock, still swallowing of course, but it doesn't always work at the speed she's going.

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk!"

Harry groans and tilts his head back, thoroughly enjoying her enthusiastic blowjob as she sucks his cock all the way to the base while using one of her hands to massage and knead his ball sack. She's very good at this, and obviously very eager to please. But Harry is already pleased with her. Parvati Patil has opened up so many possibilities for him. Their relationship is one of… mutual benefit, to be sure.

Its not long before her flexing throat, skilled tongue, and sucking lips finally bring him off. With a grunt, Harry begins to cum. But Parvati is ready for it, pulling back in the last moments as she feels his balls churning and his release flowing up the length of his shaft and towards her throat. She swallows what she can and lets the rest spurt upwards and outwards onto her face and her mocha tits.

Sitting back on her haunches for a moment, Parvati grins through the white glaze across her features, jiggling her cum-covered breasts and lifting an eyebrow as she looks between his cock and his face.

"Ready for Round Two, Lord Potter-Black?"

Chuckling at the teasing tone, Harry finally rises from his place on the ground. Parvati is quick to move into position as he too gets on his knees, and by the time he's reaching for her, she's turned away and prepared for him to take her doggystyle, her cute dark rump jiggling as she wiggles it back and forth, looking over her shoulder at him and biting her lower lip needily.

Grinning, Harry reaches out… and pulls the bottom of the jeweled butt plug she has in her ass out of her back door, causing Parvati to moan needily. He replaces the sex toy with his cock a moment later of course, knowing just how much she loves anal play.

"Yesss, Harry~ Fuck me! Fuck my tight little asshole!"

He's more than happy to do so. Grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her to arch her back, Harry begins to fuck the lubed orifice right there on the spot, pounding into Parvati's back door with all due strength. He fucks her… and she absolutely loses control, her moans and cries loud enough to wake the dead as she shrieks out her pleasure and almost immediately climaxes from the anal plundering she's receiving.

Her pussy juices squirt out across the grass as the muscles along her ass' inner passage squeeze down tightly and rhythmically around his pistoning prick. Not that that stops Harry from fucking her just as hard through the next several orgasms as well. Fucking her from behind, plowing her beautiful mocha butt with his big fat cock… its as great as it ever is.

After several rounds of Parvati climaxing and collapsing and then begging for more, Harry's own release is finally milked with him. He pumps his load deep into the Indian witch's bowels, and then he pulls out of her and flips her over onto her back. Looking up at him, she's clearly exhausted. Harry can see the glaze over her eyes, can tell she's already been drained of most of her strength. That doesn't stop her though.

"Keep… keep going! I want you to f-fuck me like you mean it, Harry! Slake that insatiable lust on me… use me as your fuck toy, e-even if I pass out!"

Growling at the words, turned on immensely and almost spurred forward by a primal lust, Harry grabs Parvati and begins to fuck her again, this time thrusting home into her cunt, which immediately tightens up even more than her ass had been by the end of that around his cock. She cries out and begins to orgasm again in short order, but Harry is more focused on himself right now.

After all, she'd told him to use her right? She'd begged him to fuck her like he meant it, to slake his 'insatiable lust' on her. So that's exactly what Harry does. He pounds Parvati senseless, and then he keeps right on fucking her. He grabs and kneads her tits, mauling them as he works his own cum into her flesh like some sort of moisturizer. She moans, and she cries out, but she never tells him to stop, she never asks him to slow down.

Quite the opposite, in fact. Instead she squeals, and she screams, but she also begs and pleads for him to give her more whenever it seems like he's slowing down for ever a second. Her voice, throaty in nature by now, constantly pipes up to ask him to continue to fuck her, right up until she can't anymore. By the time he cums inside of her, Parvati is barely hanging on by a thread.

Looking down at her, Harry decides that even if she DID give him permission, he's not going to continue after she's very clearly done. He's had his pleasure from her now, every hole in fact… time for bed. Grabbing her up, Harry impales the beautiful Indian witch on his cock. Parvati in turn clings to him, wrapping her limbs around his body.

He continues to fuck her like this as they walk, and Parvati serenades him with her moans and her mewls and her praise, worshipping him with both her squeezing cunt and her lips as she tells him how good it feels, how she wants more of it. She's clearly out of it by now, but definitely still going. He takes her to her room like this, and he lays her down on her bed. When she pulls him down with her, he satisfies her lusts a few more times, and fills her cunt with his seed at least twice more before Parvati finally, FINALLY passes out.

Its clear that she's been working on her stamina, there's no doubt about that. But in the end, she still falls to his might, and Harry leaves her laying on her own bed as he makes his way to his study. Draco's ledgers, collected from the gardens on their way inside, are then splayed out across Harry's desk as he begins to go through them more closely.

At the same time, he snaps his fingers and books fly off his own shelves, coming over to the desk as he needs them. Harry is doing… research. This is certainly the least exciting part of all of this, but that makes it no less necessary, at the end of the day. One way or another, Harry knows this much. When shit hits the fan and Parvati's article goes public, there will be those who are named by the ledgers who try to escape responsibility.

There will also be those who try to lash out in response to being exposed, who aim to silence Parvati or Harry or even just everyone. Those are the people Harry needs to find out the most about right now. Those are the people he's going to prepare for. He won't let any harm come to his family because of his actions… no matter what, he will protect all of them.

Settling down at his desk, eyes flickering across pages, fingers running along sentences, Harry presses his lips tightly together as he takes in the information before him, keeping his temper in check with repeated breaks and long inhales and exhales. What Draco was involved in is… horrendous, and while the blond himself is now dead, there's a rather large mess left behind that Harry WILL clean up. It might not be his responsibility, but he's going to do it all the same.

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