Chapter 7. Milky Molly

Sirius thought Bellatrix would happily come to him the next day and let him explore her other entrances. However, to his surprise, she left that same night after he was done playing with her.

It confused him and almost worried him, wondering if his plan even worked. He didn’t want Bellatrix to fall too deep into the Dark Lord’s servitude, and now he could only blindly hope for the best.

In any case, he spent the next few days working on what he found in the secret tomb in Tibet. It was tough, but with some help from a few books, he successfully finished the research and decided to move on to physical testing on some animals before trying the ancient and certainly life-threatening magic on himself.

However, he received a surprising letter on the last day of the holiday. Reading it, he felt inspired to gather a few allies and decided to answer the sender’s calls.

So, on a fine afternoon, he donned the usual black leather jacket and went out on his motorbike. Flying over the magnificent city of London, he headed to the southwestern countryside. It was a long ride, but one that he immensely enjoyed.

Eventually, he arrived at a modest farmland with a single house situated in the middle of it, close to a small pond. It was a twin-story house, and crudely made from the looks of it. It was as if the additions were made without a second thought, with whatever the builders could get their hands on.

Yet, under the warm sunlight, with the pigsty nearby and a henhouse, the homely feeling coming from the structure was warmer than anything he had felt at 12 Grimmauld Place.

He approached the door and knocked after parking the motorbike.

Knock! Knock!

A moment later, the door opened, and a smiling woman greeted him warmly. Likely in her late twenties, she was almost a foot shorter than Sirius and had the allure of an attractive, mature beauty with her flustered pale white face, sharp brows and silky red hair draping over her shoulders. Her brown eyes and plump lips seemingly increased her charm.

“You must be Mrs Weasely, who sent me the letter,” Sirius acted respectfully and showed her the letter.

The woman looked left and right as if frightened and snatched the letter from Sirius. “Please, come in, Mr Black ... I mean Lord Black. I heard you were announced as the heir and acting Lord.”

What was that? Did she write it secretly? Sirius felt interested in her peculiarity.

As he followed her into the house, he checked her out. She was short but shapely. Her rear was sizable and rounded. The calves he could see under the edge of her single-piece red and white flowery dress told him she was pretty endowed with delightful curves. Above, she was wearing a dark brown woollen sweater with buttons on the front, and he could clearly notice the large, full breasts jiggling merely from her steps.

If he didn’t know it, he would probably guess that she hadn’t had any children yet. Her face looked young and fresh.

Weasley is an old house, but ... wealth doesn’t seem to be their strong point. Sirius reckoned as he glanced at the insides of the house.

The walls looked old, with their paint chipping off. The house felt crowded with too many things placed here and there, with no care for aesthetics. The walls also appeared devoid of moving portraits.

“Please have a seat. I will bring you some tea.”

Sirius nodded, sat down in the middle of a three-seater couch, and waited for the woman to return. The entire time, he kept on thinking about wooing the Weasley family to his side no matter what. It was a fact that despite the lack of riches, the Weasleys were respected in the opposing faction against the purebloods.

Clank!

Molly Weasley soon returned with a tray in her hands. She walked around the dining table and rested the tray on the coffee table.

Wet? What the ... Why are her breasts so huge and wet? Sirius got a clean glance of Molly’s cleavage as she leaned over to place the tray and make tea for him. He kept staring at the beautiful valley between the creamy hills, feeling his member getting hard just from the sight.

“Sugar?”

“Ah ... Yes, two, please.” Sirius replied like a good young man. But just then, he noticed something even more strange. He knew the woman caught him looking at her breast, and yet she merely smiled.

She’s trying to charm me? He wondered and decided to probe a little.

“If I’m not mistaken, you have a son, right?” He asked.

Molly nodded warmly, handed Sirius the tea, and receded to sit on a single-seater right in front of Sirius across the coffee table. “Two, Lord Black. I just had my second son the previous month—we named him Charlie.”

“What?” Sirius coughed a little with the sip of tea in his mouth. “Yet you still look so charming, Mrs Weasley. I must say, you are quite blessed.”

“Hah, I’m getting old now, Lord Black,” Molly replied and inched forward so her wounded hips rested on the edge of the sofa. She sat with her knees touching, tilting her body sideways from below her waist so the side of her thighs was visible as her skirt naturally stretched up a little.

The sight of her milky-white under-thigh without even a glimpse of hair made Sirius’ mouth dry. A very faint part of her under-thigh was visible, but it was enough for him to harden.

What does she want from me? Sirius wondered, as the letter was too vague.

“The letter said you needed my help? May I know why you contacted me? I don’t think we’ve met before,” Sirius politely asked.

Molly Weasley straightened her back as if she was struggling with some thoughts. But a few seconds later, she stood up, walked around the table and sat beside Sirius on the three-seater. She kept a forced smile on her face while her anxious eyes showed her real emotions.

“Lord Black,” she muttered and grabbed Sirius’ palm abruptly, holding it sandwiched between her soft, warm hands. She placed his palm on her lap, almost touching her lower belly, above her thighs. “I understand that the Black Family owns the land this house sits on.”

“What? Since when?” Sirius had no knowledge of it.

Molly anxiously squeezed his hand tighter and pressed it harder on the middle of her lap, where her legs were tightly pressed on each other. He could feel her soft, doughy flesh and the warmth from the thin skirt.

“We took a loan from Gringotts with the land as collateral. My husband, Arthur, was attacked and injured by Purebloo ... I mean some bad elements. He’s been unable to go to work at the Ministry for the past two months, and because of that, his salary hasn’t come when it should have. I fear he’s being targeted, and because of all that, and expenses for my son and the newborn and...” Molly began to pant as she tried to control her fear of the uncertain future.

“We couldn’t pay the instalment for the loan, and the Black Family bought the collateral from the bank.”

Sirius understood everything right away. To calm her, he instinctively placed his other hand on her left leg, closest to him. He felt his palm instantly sink a little into her flesh and sensed her tiny flinch.

“Ah...” He pulled his hand back quickly. “Don’t worry, Mrs Weasley. I’ll help you.”

Molly’s eyes turned tearful at his words. Being naturally cheerful, she slid closer to him on the sofa until the side of her hips touched his. Her hands holding his palm changed position, and she pressed it on the middle of her honey-soft, voluptuous breasts.