Sugar Daddy Potter

1- idiots galore

"No, but creatures need to be mandated. Or else werewolves will go around transmitting their diseases to the general population." The last part was spat out like just the word was bile clogging her throat.

Harry pinches his nose and exhales slowly. "And what do you propose we do Miss. Granger?"

"It's simple really, we kill them all. Mass genocide"

What a bunch of idiots.

Suddenly, Malfoy stands up, "What you're suggesting is pure nonsense do you even listen to yourself? This is what happens when you let a muggle-born into politics, they bring their ridiculous ideas here. You just proved my point of why mudbloods like you shouldn't be in the political climate."

Ah, yes create more drama why don't you, make my job harder, Harry thinks to himself. Malfoy made a good point, but the phrasing was offensive and perhaps a bit much. 

The things I do for the wizarding world. 

"YOU! There must be a penalty for saying mudblood. It's such a nasty word."

"You just said it, Granger. This is hypocrisy" Malfoy drawls.

"SHUT UP-" Granger has now resorted to behaving as her animalian roots.

Why are these two even allowed in the courtroom? Standing up, Harry lets his presence be known. "Granger, Malfoy take your seats please, we have veered off the topic of conversation."

"No! Not until this pureblood git apologizes."

"As if, I'd rather suck Potter's dick than apologize to you." Malfoy scrunched his nose. Whether at the thought of sucking him or at the thought of apologizing who knows.

Harry had had enough. "Those of you who wish to suspend Granger and Malfoy for the next three sessions say aye"

A chorus of ayes rang across the room.

"Those who disagree with the suspension say nay"

Granger and Malfoy both yelled out "NAY" like two kids in a temper tantrum crying over the fact their Mummy didn't let them get the silky milk chocolate they'd wanted from the candy shop.

"It has been decided then. Let this be your first and last warning. We are letting you off with a three-session suspension but if it happens once more you both will permanently be removed and we will be forced to find a replacement. "

As his words rang out, everyone nodded their head, finding sense in his words.

"BUT-"

"THAT'S NOT-"

"No, I will not be wasting my time handling two children who cannot agree. You are both dismissed. " Accepting defeat, the two wore upon similar haughty expressions before stomping off.

Why is he even here?

Thankfully, upon the dismissal of the two idiots, they were able to get a lot more work done, planning to give a plot of land to the werewolves so they can raise a pack of their own among themselves, all that was needed was the Alphas' approval.

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A variety of scents wafted through the air. Sniffing, you may be able to pick out a couple of them. Outside, the sunset blossomed upon a cloud as hues of flames spread across God's canvas. It was a beautiful goodbye to today. A prelude to the starry black. A promise of a tomorrow. 

"One Gemma Cupcake please"

"Of course," she replied snapping out of her melancholy trance. She slid a glove over her manicured hand as she reached inside the display shelf to take out the bright lemon cupcake. Placing it into a bag, she charged the customer before giving him a vibrant smile, "Have a good day sir!" 

The bell's echo danced across the room, the vibrations twirling amongst the walls- signaling the customer had left the shop. She morosely looked at the cupcake he had just gotten. It was a lemon cupcake with white buttercream, studded with jaded emerald sugar. She had named a cupcake after each of her family members. 

When the Dark Lord invaded their manor, she had been shoved inside of a closet by her mother, who had had tears glistening at the edges of her eyes. A soft kiss was pressed upon her smooth flawless forehead as a whispered, "I love you, don't ever forget that," came. Far too soon, she heard the tortured screams die out as a maniacal cackle followed by the crack of apparition let her know the disfigured monster was gone.

Gemma, her older sister, had always loved lemons, and she would spritz a bit of the lemon juice in everything she ate whether it be a chocolate cake or a pad thai. Gemma's favorite food was the lemon cupcakes that she used to make on on sweltering summer day when the only time you could go outside was 6 AM in the morning, and any time afterward would result in you getting a sunburn. Those days, the siblings stayed inside, passing time with each other in the walls of a cool manor. Those were the good old days. 

But, Gemma had always claimed that you need to learn how to enjoy the sour in life.

Checking the time, she realized it was time to close up. Shooing the employees away, she finished the remaining cleaning before starting to make her way up the stairs to her flat which was located right above the bakery. Until a loud knocking noise disrupted her path. Sighing mentally, she retraced her steps down the stairs and glided across the clean tiled floor, avoiding the pastel tables. Finally reaching the entrance, she opened the door.

"We're closed."

"I know, I just- I've had a bad day and I could really use a cupcake to brighten it up." the voice had a deep rasp that had her turned on, looking up she immediately recognized the face. Who wouldn't recognize the person in front of her? He was all over the Daily Prophet, every move he made captured. He was infamous. The savior of the wizarding world.

Harry Potter.

She sighs, "We've already closed up, but I do still have a few cupcakes that I was going to throw." That was false. She had taken ten cupcakes planning on crying her soul out to a desolate gloomy song as she woefully ate her Gemma cupcakes, reminiscing upon her sister. But perhaps ten cupcakes was a bit much.

Potter nods, stepping inside. She shows him to a table before getting her stack of misery cupcakes. "They're all Gemma cupcakes because I accidentally made a bit too many of them today morning."

"That's fine. It's one of my favorites actually."

"You've been here before? I've never seen you."

"Oh no, I send my assistant here at least once a week to get cupcakes. It always brightens up my day and is a great way to greet the morning."

The two sit in silence morsels of food swirling in their mouth as they contemplate upon different thoughts. As Harry finishes, he stands up, "Thank you for this."

"Of course" she replied and watched as he left, he took a few steps before apparating, dissapearing from her sight.

A/N- YAY- lmk how it was and if i pulled it off or not. Is the bakery too cliche?