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Auction ch.1
🕑 Added 2023-10-25 20:56:28 +0000 UTCHarry Potter couldn't believe the bizarre situation unfolding before his eyes. He stood on stage aboard a luxurious cruise ship, surrounded by a room full of wealthy older women bidding thousands of Galleons for him. It was, to say the least, a surreal and uncomfortable experience.
These weren't just ordinary older women, though. Among the crowd, the three most beautiful women in the world were aggressively vying for his attention: Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Amelia Bones. Narcissa reclined gracefully in a plush velvet armchair, her sleeveless dress accentuating her curvaceous figure and elegantly contrasting with her fair complexion and blonde hair. Her long legs were crossed, showcasing expensive designer heels.
Despite being nearly in her forties, Narcissa possessed timeless allure and sophistication. She was a renowned magical model of global fame and also Harry's godfather's cousin. Harry admitted to having more than a few fantasies about her, and the fact that she was currently looking at him with a mischievous smile was astounding.
On the other side of the room, Bellatrix Lestrange held sway. She had transformed from a famous duelist into a successful entrepreneur with her own fashion empire, partially funded by Harry's late godfather's hedge fund. Bellatrix donned an elegant black dress with a daring neckline that made Harry's heart race at the mere sight of her. Her dark hair was tastefully pinned up, and her emerald-green eyes were locked onto him.
Amelia Bones, a prominent philanthropist and socialite who had a brief fling with Harry's godfather, was also vying for his attention. She wore a royal blue gown that complemented her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders. Holding a glass of champagne, she observed Harry with an expression that made him feel like a prized stallion up for sale.
Harry had known these stunning women for a long time, but he had never imagined they would look at him in this way. His heart pounded in his throat, and his hands grew clammy. He couldn't help but wonder why he had agreed to this bizarre auction and how his friend Daphne had convinced him to participate.
Perhaps it was time to revisit the past and clarify his situation. Harrison Black's real name was Harry Potter, and he considered himself an ordinary guy, except for one tiny detail: his late father was a billionaire, one of the most successful investors in the world. Despite having all the wealth one could dream of, the Potter and Black families had never been happy. Harry's parents had died defending him when he was still a child, and his godfather, who had taken him under his wing, was so consumed with managing his vast estates that Harry hardly saw him while growing up.
Harry vividly recalls Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Amelia. Women are as dazzling as they are unforgettable. They intersected with his godfather's life, though the exact nature of their involvement remains unclear. His godfather had a reputation as a ladies' man, quite different from Harry himself.
Harry feels deep nervousness and unease. He doesn't handle attention well, and being the sole heir of Sirius Black draws relentless media scrutiny. Consequently, he shies away from the spotlight. When his godfather suddenly passed away from a heart attack, Harry staunchly refused to take control of the family business. What could he possibly know about running a global empire? He's just a twenty-something who spends too much time watching adult content and possesses only moderate skills and talent for fast-paced video gaming or broomstick flying. Those are the limits of his abilities - he's not cut out for corporate leadership.
However, Daphne Sinclair vehemently disagrees with his self-assessment. Daphne, his childhood friend, is the reason Harry finds himself on this cruise ship auctioned off to a group of attractive MILFs. Daphne comes from a wealthy background, and their friendship began in their early years. Despite Harry's preference for anonymity, they remain close friends. On the other hand, Daphne embraced her status as a famous influencer and model. Harry often wonders why she still hangs out with him, considering her massive popularity and millions of followers. He should know; he's one of them.
Daphne stubbornly insists that Harry would make a great CEO, but he brushes off her compliments with a shrug and a joke. She playfully punches his arm, and he hopes she'll change the subject soon.
This summer, Daphne insisted that Harry leave his seclusion and join her on vacation, encouraging him to confront his fears and become a man. She made it easier by sending him a revealing bikini photo, momentarily diverting his attention from his anxiety and prompting his agreement.
He couldn't resist the temptation to see more photos like that.
Upon arriving on the massive cruise ship, Daphne surprised him with a charity auction. She thought "famous" Harry Potter would be the perfect prize, so she signed him up despite his protests. She practically forced him onto the stage, and now he finds himself under blazing spotlights, observed by a room full of elegant older women sipping champagne and sharing hushed laughter. They exchange whispered conversations, looking at him as if he were a delicacy.
Among them are Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Amelia. The fact that all three are present at the same time struck Harry as a coincidence, but he doubts Daphne orchestrated this situation.
The auction continues, and tension mounts with each passing second. The bids climb higher and higher. Harry remains uncertain about the exact purpose of the auction, but the thought of being at the mercy of these women sends a shiver down his spine.
A wave of desire courses through Harryr's body, eliciting a noticeable reaction.
"Eighty thousand dollars!" Bellatrix's voice resounds, her gaze fixed on Harry, exuding confidence. "Eighty-five," Amelia responds, casually lifting her paddle, not even glancing at Bellatrix.
Harry holds his breath, and just as the auctioneer is about to conclude the bidding, Narcissa raises her hand.
"One hundred thousand dollars," she declares coolly, her voice radiating authority.
A collective sigh sweeps through the room. The auctioneer appears stunned but quickly regains composure. "One hundred thousand dollars, once, twice... Sold! Narcissa Malfoy!"
Applause erupts as Narcissa gracefully rises from her seat and approaches the stage. Harry's heart races as she gets closer, wearing a triumphant smile.
"Hello, Harry. It's been a while. You've certainly grown into a fine young man."
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Don't call me that; it makes me feel old! Please, call me Cissy."
She takes Harry's hand and leans in, whispering something in his ear. "Don't worry about a thing, darling. You're safe in my hands... relatively speaking."
Her seductive voice, alluring scent, and the touch of her soft skin against his own quicken Harry's heartbeat and make his palms moist.
As they step off the stage, Harry feels the gaze of other women on him, their expressions filled with envy. Bellatrix and Amelia, in particular, seem displeased. Narcissa confidently leads him through the opulent ballroom, clearly accustomed to getting what she desires.
They step out onto a balcony overlooking the moonlit ocean, far away from the hustle of the auction. The only sound is the gentle waves hitting the ship's hull. Narcissa releases Harry's arm and leans against the railing, gazing out at the vast expanse of water.
For a moment, they stand in silence, tension palpable. Harry can't help but steal glances at her, admiring her beauty and grace. She has become even more stunning over time.
She was always the star of his father's birthday parties. The revealing dresses she wore provided young Harry with ample material for daydreams, but he was always too restless to approach her.
Now she has just paid one hundred thousand dollars for his company.
"So, what's the story, Harry?" she asks, her eyes locked onto him with an intensity that quickens his heart rate. "I hear you didn't take over Black Industries."
Harry looks away towards the open sea. "I wouldn't know what to do."
"Nonsense. You're a bright young man. Your godfather was always proud of you—did you know that?"
Harry's gaze returns to Cissy. "He... never said so."
"Oh, darling. I'm sorry. Come here."
Narcissa envelops Harry in a tight embrace, her ample bosom pressing against his chest. He stands there, feeling somewhat awkward.
"That's not how you hug a woman, Harry. Come on, put some effort into it," Cissy instructs. She takes his hand and firmly places it on her back, the tips of his fingers grazing her lower back, causing his heart to race.
"Don't worry about grabbing my butt; that's what it's there for, darling. Let's try it again, shall we?"
She embraces him tightly, her hands encircling his chest and pressing her breasts against him with more confidence this time, her hand sliding down to feel the curve of her round back, while the other rests on her back.
"Mmmhm. That's better. Much better."
Cissy rests her head on Harry's shoulder, and he feels her warm breath tickling his neck, eliciting a primal reaction. His excitement becomes evident as his hardened member presses firmly against Cissy.
The suit he's wearing doesn't do much to conceal his arousal.
"Oh my. Hello," Cissy giggles. "Don't worry, it's completely natural," she continues, sliding one hand down his forehead to stroke his bulge. "It seems you're talented both physically and mentally, Harry. I'm sure you've made many women happy, haven't you?"
Harry replies, "Not really."
"No? No girlfriends?"
"No."
"Why?"
Harry shrugs, stammering, "I... I don't know what to... do." He feels foolish and immature.
Narcissa Malfoy is the epitome of elegance. Few women look as stunning in a dress as she does. As a pureblood, she has redefined beauty for decades, while Harry feels like a fool in her presence.
"Oh, darling," Narcissa says, "So Daphne was right."
"Daphne?" Harry asks. "What did she say?"
"She said you could use some help," Cissy replies, her voice as smooth as silk. "I'm here to assist you, sweetheart."
"What's there to assist with?"
Cissy nods and shakes her head. "You have no idea how charming, handsome, and intelligent you are, do you?"
Harry looks up, surprised. "I'm sorry?"
"I understand that taking over your father's business is a challenge, but challenges are meant to be faced, darling. I had to fight for my success; I still do! Do you know what role they want to cast me in now? A mother! Or worse, a grandmother. A grandmother? Me! With this figure?"
Narcissa Malfoy twirls in front of Harry, showcasing her numerous assets. Her burgundy dress clings under the weight of her ample bosom. "You look stunning," Harry remarks.
Cissy smiles broadly. "Thank you, Harry. I'm glad to hear that."
Harry grabs the ship's railing, giving his hands something to do. "So, what now? I'm not entirely sure what this auction was for..."
"It depends on you, sweetheart," Narcissa says. "You can call it a night, or we can, say, dance... Have you ever danced with a woman, Harry?"
"No."
"Well then, we'll dance! I need to freshen up. Shall we meet in the ballroom? Don't make me wait, Harry."
She sends him one last enticing smile before turning away. Her hips sway with every step, and he feels his excitement surge in his pants. What on earth is going on? Did his best friend plan all of this?
"Oh my God, Harry! This went so well!"
His gaze shifts from Cissy's tempting rear to his best friend, Daphne, who surprises him with an unexpected hug.
"You've raised a hundred thousand dollars for charity! I'm so proud of you!"
"Well, I didn't have to do much," he says, scratching the back of his head. "You orchestrated it all, didn't you?"
"What do you mean?" Daphne feigns ignorance.
"Stop messing with me. Cissy told me," he says.
Daphne rolls her eyes. "Never trust an actress who keeps her lips sealed. Yes, I might have arranged a thing or two for you... it's for your own good, Harry."
"What do you mean? I don't like it when people play games with me, Daph."
Her eyes narrow. "You need to come out of your shell, Harry. You're supposed to be running the Muggle-Magical global corporation, but instead, you're sitting at home playing video games. I saw your Twitch stream. Yes, I know your username. We're best friends, idiot."
"Damn," he mutters under his breath. "Still, you had no right to toy with me."
Daphne takes a deep breath. "You're right, Harry. You're absolutely right. But every time I try to tell you that you're a strong and capable man, you crack some lame joke and change the subject. If I told you that Cissy, Bella, and Amy want to see you, would you come?"
He hesitates. "Probably not," he admits.
"Exactly. You'd still be at home playing video games. Isn't this so much better?"
Daphne spreads her arms wide, gesturing towards the majestic sea surrounding them. "Perhaps," he says, looking over Daphne's shoulder at the ballroom where Narcissa Malfoy awaits him.
He has absolutely no idea how to dance.
Daphne lowers her voice to a whisper. "I know you highly respect Cissy, Bella, and Amy, but you must remember they're just people, like you and me. Wealthy, beautiful, powerful people, yes, but people nonetheless. Everyone is. So, be yourself, Harry. They all see something in you, something I've seen from day one, but you're too stubborn to realize."
