Harry was frowning deeply at breakfast the following morning, staring down at a pile of papers stacked in front of him.
His fun in the Ravenclaw dorm the day before had earned him a detention with Flitwick for missing classes, but that wasn't what had him in a bad mood. He saw that as a more than fair trade for the sort of fun he had. Instead, it was what he was reading that had his forehead furrowed.
It was a short letter, followed by a long chain of numbers and values, intermixed with terms he barely understood. As soon as the school year started he'd sent Hedwig to Griphook, checking in with the goblin about the state of his vaults. The answer he received was prompt and detailed…
Too detailed. It was making Harry's head swim, to be honest, and he hardly understood half of what he was supposed to be looking at.
He turned to Hermione sitting beside him.
"Take a look at this," he said.
She was already reading anyway, although she did look mildly put out and having to look away from her book for even a few moments.
"What's that supposed to be?" Ron asked as she read.
"Documents," Harry said. "From Gringotts."
The redhead went quiet instead of speaking anymore. Hermione finished skimming the first page and looked up at Harry.
"It's all accounting," she said. "Investments, I think?"
"But do you understand it?" Harry asked. "As in, can you figure out what it's all supposed to represent?"
"I don't know." Hermione looked down at the paper, frowning. "Maybe I could. But I'll have to check out some books from the library… Squeeze them into my reading schedule…"
"Don't worry about it," Harry said, taking the papers back.
"Are you sure? Harry, I could do it—"
"It's fine," he assured her.
Ron was still quiet, even having slowed down how fast he was eating. Harry knew the redhead had a sore spot when it came to money, as a result of his upbringing. He didn't want to talk about it in front of him for too long. And besides, he was realizing his spur of the moment decision to turn to Hermione wasn't the right way to go about this.
He was used to his studious friend having all the answers, but some things intelligence wasn't enough for. He was sure Hermione could decipher the financial information with enough time to study up, but even then she wouldn't be able to offer great advice on what to do going forward.
No, what he needed wasn't smarts alone. It was cunning. And fortunately…
He had someone for exactly that now.
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"This is absurd," Tracey said, holding up Harry's letter in one hand as she read it. "Do you even understand how much money you've left in this goblin's hands? But the rates he's investing it… They're all safe."
"Is that a bad thing?" Harry asked, his voice slightly faint.
Tracey smirked as she heard his voice warble slightly.
"If you want to set your family up for generations of success, then safe is the best thing you could possibly do. You have enough money here for your great great grandchildren to live lavishly. But the thing is, I'm certain that isn't what you want at all. You're not trying to pad your vaults, you're trying to put down a madman. That requires risk. It necessitates spending."
"Of yeah?" Harry asked, though it came out as something of a moan.
"Give me a week," Tracey said. "In that time, I'll find five businesses you'd be better off putting your money into. Some of them will boost your vault to even higher levels. Others, you'll lose out on Galleons, but the results will be worth it if it hampers Voldemort. We can undercut the operations of some of his key Death Eaters. I promise, within seven days, I'll have a plan all sorted out." She paused. "In the meantime, there's something else that could do with more of my attention…"
She looked down at the cause of Harry's weak voice. As she studied his financial situation and offered suggestions, the hand not holding the papers was wrapped around Harry's cock, jerking along his length with flicks that flowed together smoother than water.
Tracey set the papers down now, placing them behind her and scooting them along the floor. For privacy, Harry had taken her to the Room of Requirement, which promptly became a cozy bedroom they could keep all to themselves. As Harry sat on the edge of the bed, Tracey had been kneeling in front of him, but she pushed him back now with a soft hand on his chest.
Harry lay flat, going with the motion as Tracey climbed onto the bed after him. Both of them were naked, their robes hung on hooks beside the door. With these types of perks included, who wouldn't want free financial advice?
Tracey placed herself between Harry's legs. She tucked dark hair behind her ears, before dropping her head and giving his meat a succession of precise licks, just enough to get him excited. As Harry's member strained, erect and waiting for the whole sensation of her mouth, she instead sat up, distancing herself.
"This isn't right," Tracey said.
"And what's wrong about it?" Harry asked.
"I seem to recall this being a mutually beneficial relationship we forged. To keep in the spirit of that, I can't be the one doing ALL the work."
Tracey twisted, throwing her legs over Harry's upper body, so that her knees landed on either side of Harry's shoulders. Harry found himself looking directly up at her dark skin, all completely shaven, of course. Tracey lowered her body, and Harry prepared himself, opening his mouth. By the time they made contact, his tongue was ready to slide straight into her awaiting body.
"Oh yes," Tracey hummed. "That's MUCH better."
She dropped her head, sinking his cock back inside of her throat, not even hesitating or pausing at the different angle to usual.
For his part, Harry marveled at how different this felt from his time with Tonks after losing their first duel. It was such a similar situation, with his gorgeous partner sitting on his face, yet the way Tracey did it was different. Her body was spongier. She didn't grind herself on his face, but instead rocked her body against him in the most sensual of ways, each flick and twist she made being a deft and precise motion.
At the same time, she bobbed her head along him. To keep from gagging, she only slid her lips a little past his cock head, but she made up for that with her hands. While her head moved quickly, her fingers twisted and turned around Harry's circumference, sliding smoothly with her saliva as a lubricant.
He thought this at the Hog's Head too, but it was only here, when he wasn't worrying about being caught by a livid Aberforth, that he could fully recognize Tracey's skills. Only Fleur, who all but lived for good sex, could match the way Tracey knew how to please a man's body. Harry shut his eyes, content to enjoy the feeling.
It was a new challenge, attempting to please someone with his tongue while his lower body was being tested like this. He'd done something similar with Fleur and Tonks, but back then it had been two different women. Here, he knew it was just Tracey, and she was multitasking better than he realized was possible. It lit up his competitive spirit that was usually reserved for Quidditch. Harry realized, quite suddenly, that he did not want to lose.
His tongue lapped at her insides with renewed energy. He raked it over her walls, finding her clit and striking it with a succession of licks. Tracey's thighs stiffened against his body. Although it was only slightly, her movements lost a bit of their perfectness, which Harry took as a victory.
Tracey rose to the challenge. She abandoned using her hands, hurling her head much further down Harry's length, causing his lower muscles to clench. Both of them continued this, using their mouths to the utmost degree as they worked to outperform each other, until they came simultaneously, Harry's mouth filling with clear fluid while he dumped spunk throughout Tracey's mouth.
Tracey twisted. She pulled herself away from Harry's face, spinning back around so that she could rub her slit against his cock. Harry pushed himself back, propping his shoulders against the headboard of the bed the room had summoned, while Tracey continued undulating her hips as she rubbed against him.
"You came first," she said.
"I can see how you got it wrong, considering you were cumming all over my mouth when I came, but no," Harry said. "Good try, though."
Both of them smirked. Tracey used her hand, shifting his cock so that it stood up straight, rubbing the tip along her entrance.
"If we can't agree, we'll just need a rematch," she proclaimed.
Her body dropped in a single swift motion, burying Harry's length inside its sweet embrace. They both exhaled, Tracey grabbing fistfuls of the blanket as she adjusted to his size. Then she began to bounce.
Her dark body bobbed quickly, her breasts bouncing on her chest. When Harry leaned forward, biting them, she smiled and let him have his fill, then pushed him back against the headboard again. As soon as he was there, she returned the favor, stooping to worship his pecs with her mouth. Harry was treated to a view down her little back, all the way to where her ass rose and fell.
The sound of her ass striking his thighs mixed with the wet sucking sounds of her mouth working against his chest. Harry rolled his shoulders and pressed his palms against the mattress, clearing his mind to keep from giving into the pleasure, too stubborn to cum first.
Eventually, Tracey pulled away from him, sitting up straight once more as she rode him.
"I needed this," she moaned. "A chance to relax."
Her eyes were mostly shut, although Harry thought it was from more than just pleasure. Looking closer, she appeared tired.
"Is it not all sunshine and rainbows down in the dungeons?" he asked.
Tracey took a moment to enjoy the feeling of him inside her before answering.
"Draco is being weird," she said. "I barely see him. And then there's the dorm! Don't even get me started. I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in weeks."
"Why?" Harry asked.
Tracey's eyes shot open, filled with very apparent irritation. "Because a bunch of horny, pent up pureblood witches have the self-control of a thirteen year old boy who just learned how to jerk his cock! Every night, I hear their little hands working under the blanket, while they moan as if the rest of us can't hear them. They don't even raise muffling charms half the time!"
"Masturbating?" Harry asked. "They do that at Hogwarts?"
"Only this year, and it's your fault," Tracey glowered. She took a moment to enjoy the feeling of their coitus as a way of improving her mood, before carrying on. "It's Daphne and Pansy. They didn't used to be this way, but Pansy has been absolutely out of control since the start of the year, and Daphne's joined her for the last week. You fucked her, didn't you?"
Harry wasn't sure how Tracey would even know that, but he was starting to accept that she had more than her fair share of sources spread around the castle.
"Thoroughly," Harry said. "With a bit of help. But I haven't touched Pansy."
"Nobody has! That's the problem. She used to let Draco bang her every other night. They even had a private room for it. But now he's being weird and skulking, and she's barely looking at him. So of course I have to deal with the inconvenience."
Tracey shifted her legs, giving herself more leverage. She jutted her chest forward, and unable to resist the invitation, Harry reached out, grasping her breasts.
"Should I bring her here?" Harry asked, mostly joking. "Seduce Pansy Parkinson like this, here on this same bed?"
Tracey was clearly picturing it. But her voice was more serious than Harry expected when she said, "That's a terrible idea."
"I was only joking—"
"You shouldn't ask."
"Pardon?" Harry said, so taken aback that his grip on Tracey's bust loosened.
"Don't ask," Tracey said. "Just take her sometime, while you're alone. Make it rough."
"I'm not a Death Eater," Harry said coldly.
Tracey rolled her eyes.
"It's not like that, golden boy. No need to look at me that way. But I hear whose name she says as her dirty little fingers do their nightly work. I'll tell you this: it isn't Draco's."
"Me? She fantasizes about ME?"
"I got curious one time, so I peeked into her head. I know a bit of Legilimency, not much, but enough to see what she was thinking. Want to know what I saw?"
Tracey dropped her head forward, until her nose was brushing Harry's.
"She wanted your big muscular body to grab her. She wanted you to shove her in a closet and fill her up. She wanted to be used. She wanted to be abused. She wanted her boyfriend's hunk of an enemy to leave her a complete wreck. She'd never admit it, but that's the kind of slut she is."
The description was so vivid that Harry couldn't help but picture it. Just as he started, though, his lips were forcibly captured. Tracey kissed him with tongue, leaving bridges of saliva spanning the gap between their faces when she pulled back.
"Fuck her for me," Tracey said, "so that I can finally get a good night's sleep. But for now, while I'm on top of you… I want you to think about only me."
Harry grinned, cocking his head. He stared Tracey in the eyes, making it clear where his attention was now. Their bodies collided, Tracey's hips entering their final sprint.
Harry wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close. His face pressed against her chest, while she rested her sharp chin on the top of his head. He shut his eyes, feeling Tracey squeeze the back of his head the same way he was holding her. Just like during the foreplay, they came at nearly the same instant.
Harry grunted, while Tracey released a long and unfettered moan, one that filled their private room with her audible pleasure. Both of them slid sideways, landing together in a tangle of limbs.
"I'm serious."
With their heads resting on the bed, Harry looked up at Tracey.
"I really mean it," she said, her eyes grave. "Dick them down, please. Before they give your advisor insomnia."
"You're my advisor now?" Harry asked.
"It's a better title than friend with benefits," Tracey said. "Much more official."
Harry pushed his weight forward. They rolled again, this time moving so that Tracey was on her back, Harry on top.
"Well, advisor, what do you think of a second round?"
"I think," Tracey said dutifully, "that it would be a perfectly advisable course of action."
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