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Paying your debt CH.2
🕑 Added 2024-01-13 13:54:52 +0000 UTCTracey bit her lip nervously as Daphne swung the front door open, causing the dim light of the hallway to spill into their apartment. Her green eyes widened in surprise as she saw that a tall, well-built man with dark, untidy hair stood on their doorstep. He wore a sleeveless leather vest that showcased all the menacing tattoos on his arms. Additionally, he had on a pair of blue denim jeans with a heavy metal chain hanging from the belt buckle. Both girls tensed up, exchanging worried glances as they recognized their old classmate from Hogwarts. Neither of them could believe that the infamous drug dealer Harry Potter was standing outside their flat with a polite smile on his face.
As Tracey and Daphne struggled to recover from the shock of his unexpected visit, Harry stepped inside their apartment without waiting for an invitation. "Hello, girls, it's so good to see you. God, it's been so long," he said, closing the door behind him.
Both girls immediately snapped out of their daze as they realized they were now alone in an apartment with a dangerous individual. They exchanged a nervous look before Daphne decided to take the initiative. Quickly rearranging her worried expression to a friendly smile, she asked Harry pleasantly, "Wow! This is a wonderful surprise, Harry! What are you doing here?"
Harry chuckled in response to Daphne's question, his demeanour surprisingly relaxed as he answered her inquiry. "Oh, I was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd drop by so we could catch up," he said to the blonde. He stepped past her and Tracey, heading deeper into the apartment. "So, how's life been treating you girls since Hogwarts?"
Daphne's whole body was on edge as she followed Harry into the living room. Meanwhile, behind her, Tracey followed slowly, trying to make herself look as inconspicuous as possible, hoping she wouldn't attract Harry's attention this way. Both girls watched nervously as Harry took a casual stroll around their living room as if he owned the place. Finally, Daphne decided to respond to Harry's question, realizing it was best to humour him at the moment.
"Everything's been good, Harry," she replied in an even tone, her voice only slightly trembling. "I've just started working at the Ministry— in the Department of International Magical Relations."
Harry grinned at Daphne's words, looking like he was genuinely pleased for her. "That's fantastic, Daphne! It sounds like a really important job," he said to her, before turning to Tracey. "And what about you, Tracey? How have you been?"
Tracey's shoulders were hunched and she was staring down at her feet when Harry addressed her. So, she jumped in surprise at the sound of her name. Her heart started beating faster as she realized he was looking past Daphne's shoulder and straight at her. It took her a few seconds to find her voice before she managed to stammer out, "I-I'm good, Harry."
Harry raised an eyebrow in response. "Oh, yeah?" he asked Tracey in a tone that indicated clear disbelief. However, before his words could be construed as mocking, he quickly changed the topic. "Well, that's wonderful, Tracey," he said to her dismissively before continuing, "Anyway, do you think we can talk alone for a second? There's something important that I want to discuss with you."
At Harry's words, Daphne glanced over her shoulder at Tracey. She watched with concern as her best friend's face turned a few shades paler upon realizing he was going to ask her about his drugs. She met Tracey's eyes, and noticed the other girl was shooting her a pleading look that screamed 'Help me!'. Daphne nodded back to her friend in response. She turned back to face Harry and shot him an apologetic smile, "I'm afraid now's not a good time, Harry. Tracey and I, we were not really expecting company at the moment. So, maybe you can come back later."
For a split second, a suspicious look crossed Harry's face before it quickly disappeared. Instead, he smiled at Daphne and placed a hand on top of his heart, feigning hurt. "Daphne, you wound me. Are you really going to ask me to leave so quickly after I came all the way here to visit you guys?" he asked, hoping she would reconsider her decision.
However, Daphne wasn't going to change her mind. She shook her head at Harry firmly. "Yeah, I'm afraid so, Harry," she told him in a stern voice, "Tracey's not feeling very well at the moment. So, you should come back some other day."
Harry's eyes hardened and the fake smile dropped from his face at Daphne's less-than-friendly tone. Tracey suddenly found herself shivering as the room temperature dropped by several degrees. Both Daphne and she took a couple of steps back as they realized they had made a big mistake.
"Okay, what's going on here?" asked Harry dangerously as he advanced towards the two girls. "Why do I feel like you guys are trying to get rid of me for some reason?"
Daphne shook her head in response, both she and Tracey tried to stay their ground so as not to appear guilty in the face of Harry's accusation. "Wh-what?! Why would you think that, Harry? That's absurd!" she scoffed loudly. Unfortunately, her words lacked any sort of conviction to be able to fool the man in front of her.
Harry's eyes narrowed as he realized they were lying to him. In the end, it didn't take him long to figure out what the reason was or why they were so nervous. Walking past Daphne, Harry came to stand before Tracey. He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head up so she would look him in the eyes. "What did you do with my drugs, Tracey? Do you have my money?" he asked her in a soft voice.
Tracey let out a nervous, shuddering breath as she replied to Harry's question, "I'm sorry, Harry. I lost it."
Her words caused him to clench his jaw in anger. "How?" he asked her in a whisper.
Tracey swallowed fearfully before explaining to Harry everything that had happened last night. By the time she was finished, there was a visible
Harry removed his hand from under Tracey's chin as she finished telling him her story. He took a deep breath and massaged his forehead for a few seconds before addressing the girl in front of him, "So, let me understand this, Tracey," he began slowly. "You're saying that you sold all my drugs at Cirque Le Soir and made more than a thousand galleons in return. But then instead of keeping that money secure on your person, you put down your purse containing over a thousand galleons in a club filled with strangers."
Tracey's face turned red in embarrassment as she realized how stupid that sounded. She couldn't believe why this was happening to her when it wasn't her fault at all. "I didn't put it down. I gave it to Daphne for safekeeping. She's the one who lost it," she said indignantly, finally blaming the person responsible.
At Tracey's words, Harry turned his head to look over his shoulder at the blonde-haired girl. "So, you're the one who actually lost my money?" he asked her in a dangerous voice.
Daphne squeaked in panic as she saw the look on Harry's face. She threw Tracey a betrayed look for throwing her under the bus like this before responding to him, "I didn't mean to, Harry, I promise," she babbled, hoping to make him understand that she was innocent. "It was an honest mistake on my part. I was so drunk last night that I didn't realize that I'd left Tracey's purse back at the pub. In fact, I don't even remember if I had it at all."
As Daphne finished speaking, Harry could feel a headache forming inside his head. He turned back around to face Tracey and glared at her, "I don't care what happened last here or who's really at fault here, I just want my money now."
Tracey's body was trembling in fear as she replied, "I'm sorry, Harry, but I don't have any money. I only have a few sickles left right now."
"Me neither. I only just got a job," said Daphne as Harry glanced back at her over his shoulder.
Both girls watched nervously as in response to their words, Harry's mouth worked silently for a few seconds before finally, Tracey decided to ask the important question.
"What are you going to do now, Harry? Are you going to hurt us?"
"No, I'm not going to hurt you, Tracey," Harry replied shaking his head as he walked past her and began heading towards the front door. "No, I'm going to go to your father and ask him for my money. You know you're lucky that your family is loaded because otherwise, I would have had to teach you a lesson."
Tracey's eyes widened at Harry's response. She quickly grabbed hold of his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "No, you can't go to my Dad, Harry," she cried in a panicking voice. "He'll disown me if he finds out I'm selling drugs for money."
Harry stopped and looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. "Well, what do you propose then?" he asked her curiously.
Tracey racked her brain for a solution, thinking desperately. "I-I...Can't you give me a week or something? I promise I'll have your money by next Sunday," she asked him desperately.
Harry shook his head in response. "I can't make an exception for you, Tracey, because then everyone out there will think it's okay for them to cheat me."
With that, Harry jerked his arm away from Tracey's grasp and began heading out. However, before he could open the front door, Tracey called after him desperately, "Wait, Harry, come back. I have another idea. Please, listen to me."
Harry let out a tired sigh as he turned around and made his way back to Tracey and Daphne. "What is it now?" he asked the brunette in an irritated voice.
Tracey took a deep breath before she replied to Harry's question, "I-I know you said that you can't give me a week, Harry, but what if Daphne and I do something for you? Will you then change your mind?"
Harry didn't understand what Tracey was suggesting. "What do you mean you'll do something for me?" he asked her, a confused look on his face.
Tracey blushed and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "You know, there's something that would make you feel really good," she answered shyly, avoiding eye contact with Harry as she gazed down at her feet.
Both Harry and Daphne's eyes widened in surprise as they finally realized what Tracey was suggesting. While Harry suddenly found himself sporting a huge smile, the blonde-haired girl threw her best friend a shocked look.
"Tracey, have you lost your mind? What are you saying?" Daphne asked her friend in anger.
Tracey shook her head in response. "My dad can't know about this, Daphne. We have to do this," she matter-of-factly told her.
Daphne, however, wasn't convinced by her friend's words. She began to turn around to leave the living room, "I'm not going to do this, Tracey. This is your problem so you deal with it on your own."
Tracey quickly moved forward and grabbed Daphne's wrist before she could leave. "Oh no, you're not leaving, Daphne," she hissed at her friend in anger, "I'm in this situation because of you. So, you're going to stay right here and help me out."
Daphne's shoulders slumped down in resignation as she realized Tracey wasn't going to allow her to leave. Besides, her friend was right. It was kind of her fault that they were in this situation. "Fine, I'll do it," she told her best friend in a reluctant voice.
Tracey let out a sigh of relief and pulled Daphne into a hug. "Thanks, babe. I knew I could count on you."
Daphne dropped her surly expression at Tracey's words and hugged her friend back tightly in response. "It's alright. I'm with you, Tracey," she reassured her friend. Finally, after a few seconds, they separated from each other. Tracey
Harry had spent the last couple of minutes, watching the argument between the two friends with amusement. He had remained quiet until Tracey finally addressed him, "What exactly are we talking about here? Do I get to fuck both of you?" Harry asked her, hoping for some clarification about her previous words.
Tracey jerked back in shock at Harry's words. "No, you don't get to fuck both of us, Harry. I was only talking about a handjob, okay?"
"A handjob?! Are you serious right now, Tracey?" Harry scoffed, turning away from the duo in disappointment. However, before he could take more than a couple of steps away from them, Daphne called after him.
"Okay, okay, what do you want, Harry?" she asked him desperately before adding quickly, "And remember, no fucking."
Harry tapped a finger on his chin as he gave it a little thought. "Well, if I can't fuck you guys then you should at least suck my cock? That's only fair, right?" he said in the end.
Tracey and Daphne shared a look with each other before making their decision. They turned back to Harry and gave him a nod. "Okay, we'll give you a blowjob and in return, you'll give me a week to return your money. Do we have a deal, Harry?" asked Tracey, extending a hand towards him.
Harry happily accepted her handshake. "It's a deal," he replied to her.
Harry was almost vibrating with excitement as both Tracey and Daphne went down on their knees in front of him. As they started to unbutton his jeans, he couldn't help but think this was going to be a very fun morning for him.
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Freelook786
Thanks, sir. Big fan
Professor Quill
Interesting story. I like the different take on Harry.
