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Paying your debt CH.1
🕑 Added 2024-01-10 08:53:48 +0000 UTCStory summary - Tracey Davis is a girl with a lot of expensive tastes. Unfortunately, she has no job and her parents have also cut her off. To maintain her lifestyle, Tracey decides to sell drugs. She buys some in bulk from a drug dealer named Harry Potter and sells them in a nightclub. However, Tracey's friend Daphne loses the money she has earned. Now, both girls have to think of other ways to pay Harry back.
Tracey Davis could barely contain her excitement as she and her best friend, Daphne Greengrass, arrived at Cirque Le Soir, the most famous and exclusive nightclub in Diagon Alley. The two of them were here to celebrate Daphne's eighteenth birthday tonight. The girls were dressed in expensive and stylish Muggle clothes for the occasion. Daphne was wearing a slutty black dress that barely went down to her thighs, while Tracey was dressed in a sexy blue off-the-shoulder top paired with a short black leather skirt. On top of that, both girls also had on sexy high heels. The two of them looked absolutely smashing tonight, with a lot of guys' eyes following them with interest.
As Tracey and Daphne stepped inside the club, the vibrant atmosphere of the place enveloped both of them. The two girls looked at each other and grinned as they began to swing their hips to the beat of the club's pulsating music and colourful lights. Daphne squealed when she noticed the rest of their friends near the drinks section. She grabbed Tracey's hand and pulled her along with her.
The girls navigated through the lively crowd, making their way to Blaise Zabini and the rest of their group. The thumping bass and the flickering lights intensified as they approached. Tracey and Daphne couldn't help but join in the excitement, matching their movements to the rhythm of the music. Finally, the two of them arrived at the drinks section where all of their friends were waiting for them.
Immediately, Blaise gathered Daphne in his arms and spun her in the air. "Happy Birthday, darling," he exclaimed, causing her to let out a shriek of delight. Blaise spun her around for a few seconds until he finally set her down. He then turned to the bartender and ordered shots for everyone.
Everyone in the group erupted in cheers as a plate filled with Firewhisky shots was brought before them. The friends raised their glasses, toasting to Daphne's special day. Tracey joined in, downing the Firewhisky shot along with everyone else. For the next few minutes, the group drank shot after shot of Firewhisky, as everyone tried to one-up the other person.
Finally, once everyone started to feel a nice buzz from the alcohol, Daphne raised her arms in the air and cheered loudly, saying, "Come on, let's dance, guys."
She received an enthusiastic reply from the group and everyone began to head towards the dance floor. Tracey, however, didn't join her friends. Instead, she remained behind in the drinks section, her green eyes still sharp and not at all dulled by alcohol. She waited until her friends had vanished among the crowd on the dance floor before withdrawing a small packet filled with yellow pills from between her cleavage.
Tracey grinned nervously while holding a packet filled with party drugs in front of her face. A part of her couldn't believe that she was actually going to do this—selling drugs in a nightclub. Unfortunately, she didn't have a choice. Ever since graduating from Hogwarts, Tracey had been unable to find a job in the ministry. Apparently, nobody there wanted to hire her for a good position due to her poor grades. Tracey had asked her parents for help, but they refused her outright, wanting her to succeed on her own or some bullshit. In the end, she had no option but to resort to less scrupulous means to acquire money for her expensive lifestyle.
When she realized what she had to do, Tracey reached out to an old friend for assistance. One of her former classmates, Harry Potter, had withdrawn from Hogwarts during their fifth year and, instead, started a massive drug empire. Tracey was thrilled when Harry replied to her letter, informing her that he was more than happy to help her out. Harry had sent her a packet full of drugs along with his reply and left her instructions to sell it at Cirque Le Soir—the club she was visiting tonight. Tracey had doubts about whether she could sell drugs at such a highly exclusive place, but now that she was here, she could already hear the clinking of coins in her ears as she imagined how easily her pills would sell to the wild partygoers in this place.
'Alright, it's time to do this' Tracey thought to herself as she looked around the club for potential clients. Her gaze fixed upon a group of rich kids who seemed to be looking for a good time. Wearing a confident smirk on her red-painted lips, Tracey sauntered over to them. A few minutes later, she walked away from the group, sixty galleons richer and twelve pills shorter.
Tracey spent the next couple of hours selling party drugs to the people inside the nightclub. By the end of the night, she had sold her entire stash and made a pretty hefty profit. The brunette couldn't stop smiling as she counted the galleons in her purse. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized there were more than a thousand galleons in her possession at the moment. 'This is more money than my parents earn in a month' Tracey thought to herself, slightly hysterically, as she looked down at the large amount of galleons in disbelief before snapping her purse shut.
A broad smile spread across Tracey's beautiful face as she realized she now had the perfect job to support herself. Selling drugs was so effortless; she could do it in her sleep. Not to mention her salary – Harry had assured her that she could keep ten percent of whatever money she made which meant that tonight she had earned a hundred galleons. Tracey's eyes gleamed as she realized if she consistently made that amount every night, she would no longer have to worry about money anymore.
Tracey felt the urge to run, jump, and scream with excitement. She looked around the nightclub and spotted her friends on the dance floor. With a sense of liberation, Tracey started making her way toward them, realizing she could use a bit of fun after working so hard tonight. As she approached the group, Daphne noticed her best friend's arrival. The blonde-haired beauty smiled and promptly pulled Tracey onto the lively dance floor. The two friends spent the next half-hour dancing their hearts out, shaking their sexy bodies to the pulsating beat of the music. By the time Daphne decided to take a break, both of them were breathing heavily and flushed red in excitement.
"I'm going to go grab a drink. Do you want to come?" Daphne asked Tracey as she ran a hand through her long blonde hair.
Tracey shook her head in response. "No, I think I'm okay," she told her as she continued dancing.
Daphne nodded in understanding. However, before leaving, she glanced around at the rest of their group on the dance floor, and her eyes lit up with delight as she noticed something interesting.
"Tracey! Tracey, look!" she whispered urgently to her friend, pointing somewhere to their left.
Tracey followed Daphne's pointing finger, and her heartbeat quickened as she spotted Theodore Nott across the dance floor, accompanied by his mates. "Merlin's beard! What is he doing here?" she exclaimed in astonishment.
In response, Daphne shook her head at Tracey. "Who cares?" she said dismissively before giving her friend a meaningful look. "You need to go over there to him right now."
Tracey looked down at Daphne in shock. "What... I can't just go over there, Daphne. He's here with his friends. That would be so embarrassing," she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Daphne rolled her eyes, feeling exasperated by Tracey's response. "For heaven's sake, Tracey, stop this nonsense. You like Theo, right? Then go over there and talk to him," she urged her friend assertively. "I promise he'll be thrilled to see you, especially considering how hot you look tonight."
Tracy experienced a significant boost in her confidence due to Daphne's words. "Yeah, you're right, Daphne. I'm going; this is my chance," she declared forcefully, giving the blonde a firm nod. Tracey handed her purse over to her friend and pushed her tits up, making sure they looked nice in her dress. Finally, she took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she began making her way towards her long-time crush.
Daphne observed from a distance as Tracy approached Theo confidently, swinging her hips from side to side. She smiled as she noticed Theo turning toward her friend, his expression changing from casual conversation to genuine interest upon her arrival. Daphne silently cheered Tracy on, mouthing words of encouragement. The birthday girl waited until the two of them started dancing together before leaving to buy some drinks, her job finished.
Tracey giggled with delight as Theo began to twirl her around on the dance floor. She couldn't help but feel excited, wondering where tonight would lead as she danced with him.
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The next morning, Tracey awoke with a splitting headache from heavy drinking. Glancing around, she realized that she was in her apartment, lying in her bed. Feeling groggy, Tracey slowly sat up in bed, rubbing her temples to ease the pounding in her head. As she gathered her bearings, memories of the previous night started to trickle back into her consciousness.
Tracey smiled happily as she remembered everything that had happened the night before. A part of her still couldn't believe that she had danced with Theodore Nott of all people. Ever since Hogwarts, she had always had a huge crush on the boy and never imagined he might like her back. Luckily for Tracey, she had followed Daphne's advice, and things had worked out in the end. Theo and she had a wonderful time, and he had even asked her out on a date for the next Saturday.
As she finished reminiscing about last night, Tracey opened the top drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a headache reliever potion from inside. Uncorking the glass vial, she downed the red-coloured tonic in one gulp. As her headache gradually dissipated, Tracey let out a sigh of relief. However, she soon realized she had forgotten something very important. Throwing back the covers from her body, she quickly rose to her feet.
"Oh my God! Where is it? It has to be here," Tracey whispered urgently to herself, beginning to hyperventilate a little as she frantically searched her room for her purse from the previous night. Unfortunately, even after an hour of scouring the entire apartment, she couldn't find it anywhere.
Finally, Tracey lowered to the floor in dread as she realized that she had lost Harry's money. However, before she could fully succumb to despair, she remembered something important. Tracey breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that she had handed her purse off to Daphne the previous night. Hopefully, it must be with her friend right now.
"Daphne! Daphne, wake up!" Tracey called out urgently, swiftly rising to her feet and heading towards her friend's bedroom.
Daphne jerked awake as Tracey barged into her bedroom, forcefully swinging the door open. "What the heck, Tracey?!" she exclaimed in shock, surprised by her flatmate's sudden intrusion in her room.
Tracey, however, didn't seem to care about being rude. She marched up to the blonde-haired girl and grabbed her shoulders tightly, demanding, "Daphne, where is my purse? You remember I gave it to you last night," as she shook her shoulders.
Surprised by the intense look on Tracey's face, Daphne leaned back a little, attempting to recall when she had last seen her friend's purse last night. However, she couldn't remember anything at all. Ultimately, Daphne shrugged her shoulders, looking apologetically at her best friend. "I don't know, babe. Are you sure you gave it to me? Well, then I must have lost it at the club last night," she said to Tracey, smiling sheepishly.
In response, Tracey let out a low whimper and released Daphne's shoulders. She slumped down on the bed, already resigned to the fact that the purse was gone by now. She bet someone had probably stolen it at the first opportunity. Tracey couldn't believe her careless best friend had lost her thousand galleons, and now she had no money to return to Harry.
Daphne observed with bemusement as Tracey started shaking her head, clutching her hair with her fingers. She placed a hand over her mouth, attempting to stifle a yawn. "Oh, come on. Stop being overdramatic, Tracey. I promise I'll buy another one, okay?" she assured her friend, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
Tracey looked up and shot Daphne a heated glare. "Sod the purse! I don't give a shit about it, okay? It's the thousand galleons inside it that I'm more concerned about."
Daphne's blue eyes widened in shock at Tracey's words. "What?! Are you crazy? A thousand Galleons! Why did you take so much money with you to the nightclub, anyway?" she asked her friend in disbelief.
Tracey avoided Daphne's eyes as she replied in a small voice, "I didn't bring it there."
Daphne stared at her in confusion. "I don't understand. If you didn't bring it, then where did you get the money, Tracey?"
Tracey grimaced and then spent the next five minutes explaining her drug deal with Harry Potter to Daphne. By the time she finished, her friend was looking at her like she had lost her mind.
"Tracey, what the hell were you thinking?!" Daphne yelled at the brunette in anger as she finished explaining the situation to her. "Why would you make a deal with Harry Potter? Don't you know how dangerous he is?"
"I know I was being stupid, Daphne. You don't have to tell that to me," said Tracey weakly in response. The poor girl began to panic as the reality of the situation dawned on her. Tracey's heartbeat increased in fear as she realized there was no way Harry was going to let her off easily when he realized she had lost his money. "Oh my God! What am I supposed to do now, Daphne? I don't have anything to give back to him," she asked her friend desperately.
Daphne let out a tired sigh as her anger vanished. She pulled her nervous-looking friend into a hug. "It's alright, Tracey," she said softly to the girl, trying to reassure her, gently rubbing her hand on her back. "I promise we'll figure something out."
Tracey sniffed. The two of them kept hugging each other and only broke apart when suddenly the doorbell rang. Tracey and Daphne exchanged surprised glances, neither of them anticipating an early morning visitor.
"Who do you think it could be?" Tracey asked nervously, rising from her seat.
"I have no idea," Daphne replied, getting up from the bed as well. "Were you expecting someone today?"
Tracey shook her head in response. The two of them walked out of Daphne's bedroom to answer the front door. Halfway there, Tracey suddenly had a horrible idea.
"Psst, Daphne! What if it's Harry?" she hissed to the blonde-haired girl in a low voice.
Daphne's eyes widened at Tracey's words. "Do you think he's come to take money from you?"
Tracey nodded in response to the question. Both girls looked at each other nervously before Daphne took a deep breath, calming herself down.
"It's alright, Tracey," she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "If it's Harry, then we'll explain it to him. I'm sure he'll understand that it was a mistake."
Tracey stared at Daphne in disbelief, unable to believe what she was hearing. Unfortunately, she didn't get the chance to object as her friend suddenly moved forward and opened the door.
