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Brooms and Cocks ch.4
🕑 Added 2023-12-11 20:00:07 +0000 UTCHarry Potter was taken aback by the revelations of the house staff. "Perhaps you didn't know, but your father had a standing order for Mrs. Potter not to enter the wine cellar..." The housekeeper looked flustered, and Molly chimed in, furrowing her brows.
"Last night, she took two bottles," the white-haired cook said with visible displeasure. "Some of the finest vintages."
Harry sighed and spoke, trying to ease the tension. "I'll talk to Kate," he said calmly. "She's going through a tough time; let's all have a little compassion, shall we?"
The staff seemed concerned but nodded in agreement, and Harry allowed them to return to their duties. He found Kate unconscious in bed when he went to check on her and discovered the empty bottles Molly had mentioned, hidden in the closet. Covering her with a blanket, he tried not to look at her sensual figure beneath the satin dress.
Despite his efforts, inappropriate thoughts filled his mind, and he felt ashamed as he dressed. It wasn't a new feeling for him, but he pushed those fantasies to the back of his mind, along with other unattainable dreams.
When Harry stepped outside, he found his father's car waiting for him. The forces of gravity let go, and his bad mood disappeared as the world rushed beneath him.
The racetrack was located ten miles outside of town, along country roads. The land had been leased from the city, but Harry's father had built the track, grandstands, and facilities. Many years ago, there had been a legal dispute with the city, which hadn't honored an oral agreement to sell the land, but Harry's father didn't want to jeopardize the refuge the track provided for troubled children by closing it during the legal battle.
Harry arrived early, as was his custom, and found a group of volunteers hanging a banner over the entrance to the parking lot. "Harry Potter Memorial Racetrack," proudly proclaimed the banner. Harry had to blink back tears quickly.
John Stockton, who had been running the track since Harry's father founded it, approached him with a warm smile. "Harry! We wanted it to be a surprise."
Harry smiled appreciatively. "I love it, thank you."
"Sarah brought cupcakes and coffee for everyone; she's in the tents. We've got everything here. Maybe you can help her deal with Councilman Draco?"
Harry's expression turned dangerous as he asked, "What is he doing here?"
"Harry, don't get upset," John warned. "I'm sure the man isn't here to start anything."
"And what about you?" Harry Potter asked, but John fell silent when their eyes met. Harry sensed unease in John as he looked at Harry's imposing figure and the anger etched on his face.
Turning on his heel, Harry headed towards the tents, and his ears perked up as he heard the boisterous laughter of the rotund man echoing in the air. Draco, the most influential figure in the city council, always had a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient moments. Years ago, when Harry's father had been trying to secure permission to build the racetrack, he had been forced to "entertain" this man during an expensive weekend in Vegas, which had cost him a small fortune. Harry had heard stories of this man's excesses and shamelessness and couldn't fathom why he had chosen this particular time to appear.
"Well, with the management in question, and the city facing challenges, I thought I'd come out and offer some guidance to the poor woman."
As Harry turned the corner, he saw Councilman Draco engaged in conversation with one of the team's sponsors. The business owner looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, cornered inside the tent by the overbearing councilman, but he couldn't find an escape.
"It's a tragedy for Kate, that's what it is. Such a wonderful woman, all that wealth, and no one to spend it on, HA! I could think of a few uses for both of them if you catch my drift."
The man he was talking to seems even more uncomfortable when he noticed Harry standing behind the councilman. He opened his mouth as if to warn Draco, but the portly man continued, oblivious to the fact.
"You know, this fool tried to buy that plot by the freeway? Twenty-four million. And he wanted to pay in cash! When the bank raised objections, I saw an opportunity."
The corpulent councilman suddenly realized where he was and looked around, spotting Harry a few steps behind him. Harry's unease grew as Draco showed no sign of embarrassment or shame. Instead, he forced a fake smile and spread his arms wide.
"My condolences, Harry, it's a shame what happened to your father. Real tragedy."
He moved in closer, as if to offer Harry a hug, but Harry stood rigid, his anger palpable as the councilman's soft arms enveloped him.
"I was just telling Dave how difficult it must be for you and your stepmother. The fake smile didn't disappear, but there was a predatory glint in Draco's eyes as he asked another question. "Did she come to the track with you?"
Draco craned his neck, trying to get a look at Harry's broad shoulders, but Harry ignored him and his question, instead locking eyes with Dave and giving him a meaningful look.
"How's the team doing this year, Dave? Do the boys have everything they need?"
"They're doing great, Harry! They wanted me to express how sorry they all are about your dad. It's a tragedy."
"Please, pass on my thanks to them," Harry replied with a gracious nod. "If they really want to honor my father, they should give it their all on the racetrack today."
"I will, Harry," Dave said with a nod, and Harry Potter was pleased to see a smile on Dave's face as he hurriedly left the tent.
Harry noticed Hermione waiting for him near the racetrack and began to walk in her direction. However, he sighed when Councilman Draco appeared at his side. The portly man grinned to himself, waving to the parents and spectators as they looked in his direction.
It took Harry a moment to realize what the councilman was aiming for, using the attention Harry was receiving after the funeral to boost his own reputation. Not wanting to create a scene as he passed under the bleachers, Harry felt tension in his shoulders as Draco spoke loudly enough for a few nearby families and Hermione to hear.
"Just two years ago, you were racing there with the other boys. His face radiated with feigned pride, but Harry sensed something darker in his gray, bead-like eyes. "And now look at you. Off to college, and in a few years, you'll be a man! What will you do then? You must already know that magical racing is far beyond your abilities. Maybe you'll take that big inheritance and start partying? What?"
Raising an eyebrow, he playfully nudged Harry's elbow. Harry noticed discomfort on the faces of the people nearby, but they avoided his gaze, intimidated by the influential politician. Hermione turned and frowned in their direction, but Harry's world narrowed to a focused beam as he approached the councilman. Speaking in a low tone, Harry could see the nearby ears reddening as they eavesdropped.
"My father tolerated your rudeness because he was a more forgiving man than I am. You will not speak to me in that manner anymore."
The man's eyes gleamed dangerously, and the fake smile on his lips vanished as Harry continued.
"I had been pondering what to do, but thanks to you, I've seen the light. On Monday, I will announce myself as the new CEO of Potter Industries. Let's consider our offer for the plot by the freeway. The documents will be filed before the company closes on Monday."
"Absurd!" he hissed with anger, then continued his tirade. "It's family land, boy! You know who I'm talking about? If you think that anyone-"
"That's enough, Councilman."
"Don't interrupt me, or-"
Harry raised a single finger, and the man's teeth snapped shut. Harry wished he could see the expression on his face because the councilman's flowery features had turned a sickly shade of green that almost matched his recent Slytherin robes. The man turned on his heel and marched toward a concession stand. Harry's eyes followed him as he approached Hermione, and he could hear hushed whispers as those who had eavesdropped on the confrontation shared the story.
People said what they liked, and Harry could do little to stop them. However, as he approached a petite woman in the crowd, he noticed the intensity in her gaze. He tried to decipher what was behind it, but with so many people around, there was no opportunity to ask. An old friend of his father's approached to offer his condolences.
"Harry, I'm so sorry for your loss..."
The words blurred after a few minutes, as did the faces in the crowd. Standing on the platform beneath the announcers' box, surrounded by dozens of men and even more women paying their respects, Harry regretted that his stepmother was not there to see how much his father meant to everyone. But perhaps that would have been too painful.
As the children lined up next to their brooms and the announcer began the event, Harry felt a gentle tug on his elbow. He turned around to find Hermione leading him behind the announcer's stand.
"I have made my decision, sir. If you remain head of Potter Industries, I agree to be your property," he said.
"Mind and body? Harry asked, and his heart sped up.
"In any respect you desire," she replied, and her large, dark eyes seemed even larger behind her glasses. But Harry's attention was drawn to the throbbing vein on her neck, which fluttered like a bird. He reached out to run his fingers over her smooth cheek.
"Offer your body for my free use," Harry said, and his excitement grew at the thought of fulfilling one of his deepest fantasies.
"Please? Hermione didn't seem to understand the fetish, and Harry's heart sank as confusion clouded her eyes. His disappointment deepened when a shadow appeared around the corner of the building.
"What do we have here? Amelia Bones's lips curved into a sly smile and her eyes shone with amusement when she noticed Harry and Hermione standing so close together. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, then winked at Harry. I heard you mention "free use," Harry? My, my, my, you work fast.
"What exactly was your role with my father?
"A little bit of this and a little bit of that," she replied with a wide smile, behind which her bright green eyes were hidden. She raised a fingernail to her lips and moved her gaze up and down over Harry. "My arrangement with your father was.... specialized. I can see it transferring to you, assuming we can come to an agreement," she said.
"And the nature of this ... agreement?
Harry recalled the document he had found in his father's things, with Amelia's name and Zabini's agreement from twenty years ago. His interest only grew when she leaned in, as if to share the secret, but pulled down her shirt, revealing impressive cleavage.
"Let me watch how you tame this little filly, and I will have a chat with my cousin Eleonora before tomorrow's meeting. If you're as smart and charming as I suspect, you'll be able to use the information I have to build what your father wanted... Have you already figured out what it is, haven't you?"
Harry Potter turned to assess Hermione's reaction, and a smile curved his lips as he observed the mix of embarrassment and eagerness on her face. Then he turned back to Amelia, giving the beautiful redhead a firm nod.
"Be in my office at five in the evening. We have much to... discuss."
"Indeed, we do," Amelia replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement as they landed on Hermione. "And you, darling? Don't mind an older woman enjoying the show, do you?"
"I exist to serve, sir," Hermione said, bowing her head low, and her straight, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her ample breasts. However, there was no meekness in her facial expression. She looked at the taller woman with pride.
"Let's get back to the race; it's about to start."
"Indeed," Amelia agreed, her dark green eyes filled with amusement. She draped her arm around Harry's as they walked out from behind the building.
A few glances were thrown their way, but their appearance seemed innocent. Unless someone looked closely and noticed how firmly she had Harry's arm tucked under her ample bosom.
"Are any of these drivers a good candidate?" Amelia asked, putting on large sunglasses and taking a seat next to Harry in the stands.
"The kid on pole position is talented," Harry replied, pointing at him.
The red lights lit up, signaling the start of the race, and the crew chiefs left the paddock. As the brooms rose, Harry felt the familiar excitement welling up inside him, and the desire to mount a broom became almost overwhelming.
However, when his gaze shifted to the stands, he spotted Councilman Draco. The man with the florid face was engrossed in a conversation with a young mother, his demeanor jovial, but a hint of predatory intent lurked behind his cold, black eyes. Then his attention shifted to Amelia and her impressive cleavage as she leaned over the railing. Harry thought that maybe not everything was so bad.
The race began with a strong surge of magic in the air, and Harry set aside his thoughts to focus on the young racers speeding around the track. It was a satisfying morning, but he left before the final race, heading home to change before going to his father's office. When he arrived at the driveway, he found his grandmother's Bentley parked there, alongside a pretty young woman in a black coat and white shirt.
