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-Molly push, push

Molly Weasley grabbed at the straps that held it to the head of her bed and pushed hard. The twenty-one-year-old couldn't imagine anything worse than what was happening. No one had said that childbirth was really so hard.

No one had said it would be so hard. She and Arthur didn't have much money at the moment, so to save money Molly's mother was her midwife. It was also true that Molly's mother was a midwife with over thirty years of experience.

Molly screamed once more as she pushed with all her might and felt something come out of her.

-Look, Molly, he is a very healthy boy!

Molly looked at the bundle in her mother's arms and smiled at the sight of her baby. A wave of pain ran through her again and she clutched at the straps. Her mother put the baby in Arthur's crib and looked at her daughter again.

- Okay, Molly, you just breathe and push on my signal. Another child has decided to come into the world today.

Molly held on even tighter and pushed. She was significantly easier than last time

- Congratulations, Molly! She is a healthy girl! - Molly raised her head upon hearing that. She is the first girl in the Weasley family in five generations.

Later that day, on November 29, 1970, Molly Weasley woke up and saw the first two of her eight children. William Arthur Weasley and Elizabeth Cedrella Weasley. They were both red-haired and blue-eyed. The girl yawned widely and Molly smiled happily as she looked at the two of them.

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Beth Weasley looked through the crib bars at her newborn brother, Charlie. It was December 12, 1972 and she was curious about Charlie

-Do you like your new little brother, princess?

-Yes, when he grows up he will go to Romania to study dragons! Do you think he'd let me go see them?

Arthur laughed at his daughter's crazy ideas and Molly frowned. She wouldn't let her baby have such a dangerous job.

-If Charlie studies dragons, what will Bill do?

-It will be a Gringotts curse breaker!

Molly's frown deepened as Arthur supported his daughter's ideas. Later they both talked

-You shouldn't let him say such crazy things. Everyone knows that the best jobs are found in the Ministry.

-I know. But that doesn't stop me from letting my daughter dream. Isn't it nice to see how she has such crazy fantasies? A dragon tamer and a curse breaker… - Arthur chuckled. – Those are high-paying jobs and very hard to get. We wouldn't be so lucky to have them.

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Albus Dumbledore used Legilimency on little Beth. The girl said she had strange memories that should not be there and she had been afraid of evil people with skull masks. Arthur was part of the Order and had gone to talk to Albus

In order not to worry the girl, the visit was being made while she was asleep.

-Uhm…. Curious, very curious. Is there a history of oracles or seers in your line, Arthur?

-Nine generations ago, everyone believed he was crazy until he made a prophecy. --- - Arthur nodded. - Is she a seer?

-Not too strong. I think. I do not know. The powers can soften in adolescence or increase. Divination was never my forte. --– Albus stroked his long beard. – This must be a secret. If the Death Eaters learn of the existence of a pureblood seer, they will take her to our enemy.

-Oh, my poor girl. --- Molly covered her face with a handkerchief as she sobbed. – She talks about all her siblings, she says there will be eight. She always says things of funny memories.

-The best thing is that she begins to study occlumency to better cope with her powers. I myself will teach him from time to time. What's more…. Grindelwald could see the future, fragments of it, which is why it was so difficult to defeat him. I don't even want to imagine what the new Dark Lord will do with the same power in his hands

The Weasleys nodded and gathered around Beth more tightly than before. The girl just smiled at everyone and continued to be the happy four year old thing that she normally was. Even the children of Arthur's six older brothers made a common front to protect Beth even more from those who wanted to use her gift.

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Percy Weasley was the most adorable baby in the world. Or so Beth thought at her six years old watching her brother sleep. He had been born on August 22, 1976, and Beth already loved him as much as Charlie and Bill.

- Do you like Percy, Beth?

-Yes, he is very serious and he likes order. But the twins will help shake his world for the better.

-The Twins?

- Fred and George! They will be born in one or two years, the day of laughter. - Beth smiled looking at her brother. – They will be firecrackers about to explode so big that they will make Percy a breath in comparison.

Molly was not surprised when in 1978, on April 1st, she gave birth to a set of twins.

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Beth was crying. Arthur went over to comfort his daughter while Molly tried to get the twins to eat the pumpkin puree. This scene was unusual, when Arthur used to come home he found his daughter with Percy on her lap, an open book and the boy trying to read.

-What's wrong, my girl?

-He is going to lose so many that he loves. He will lose them all and mourn them all, but he will win. He will win by paying the highest price. I cry for him, dad. Because from his suffering will be born the determination that will save us all

-Who?

-The one who kills the dark lord. The son of a prophecy that has not yet been told. – Beth blew her nose. – Dad, would it be wrong if I tried to prevent some of the deaths in that boy's life? If I tried to make things easier for him?

Arthur fell silent. He didn't know about these things. He was a simple man, with simple tastes. He didn't need much. He had no reason to wonder how time magic would work.

-I think you can do it, honey. I'm sure Mother Magic will see the purity of your intentions.

Beth hugged her dad

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It was on May 2, 1981, Ron's first birthday, that Beth looked at her mother and hugged her. The ten-year-old girl was already pointing to the short stature of her mother and not to the height that it seemed that all the girl's brothers were going to reach

-Mom, Ginny is already on her way. – The girl smiled with love looking at her mother's belly

- Ginny? Another girl?

-Yes, and the last one. - Beth smiled with force. – She's marrying Ron's best friend. He is a very sweet and charming boy, mama

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Beth Weasley looked over at the Gryffindor table. Five of her six uncles had between four and five children each. That made a total of fifty-two Weasleys at Hogwarts currently, a sixth of all the students. Because there were also the grandchildren of her grandfather's brothers, who were also numerous. But no other Weasley had been born into another branch of the family since her cousin Stephen was born three years before Percy came into the world.

That's why only Percy and the twins were available in Ron and Harry's first year of classes. Beth knew the Harry Potter story like the back of her hand. She didn't know if this was a reincarnation or if she really was a seer. But in her visions "Beth Weasley" never appeared.

A totally new character.

This was also explainable because the seers couldn't see her own future or that of other seers. That her grandmother Cedrella had told her to Beth when she was very young and she was worried about not seeing herself.

Beth looked around her. In her mind flashed an image of the great hall, completely filled with children, with the tables laden with food. At this moment the Gryffindor table was half full, the Hufflepuff table was more or less the same, the Ravenclaw table would be a third full and the Slytherin table barely had thirty students.

The war generation. The first magical war from 1970 to 1981, most had not had children, the birth boom would be from the following year. But not only that, everyone knew that Voldemort hated Dumbledore and wanted him dead. The parents had not sent their children to school for fear of an attack. And also the muggle-borns

The atmosphere in general was quite dark and depressing. Beth realized that most of the students were children of the Ministry officials who were neutral and opposed to Voldemort.

Better to have the children at Hogwarts so they would be safe if the Death Eaters decided to pay a visit.

Even so, there were a few jokes and laughs that echoed in the room like echoes of times past, happier times.

-Beth… Beth… They are calling you. - Bill looked at her sister with concern seeing her eyes covered with concern.

- I got a little lost... - Beth looked at her older cousin and a current prefect.

Beth knew that every child over the age of seventeen knew of Beth's possible gift. But all the cousins knew they had to protect the only female of Weasley blood born in over three hundred years.

That night, for the first time in her life, Beth lay in a large bedroom with a single bed. She was the only girl in Gryffindor in her year and it was no wonder, there had only been fifteen students.

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- Don't send him to the Dursleys. - Beth looked at Dumbledore whom she had seen walking alone on October 30. - Please, they will hurt him a lot. Director, please, don't send him to the Dursleys

-My dear girl, I don't know what you mean.

-You doesn't know yet. But soon you will know. Don't send him to the Dursleys, please. Beth nodded her head and turned around. A part of her felt that he would ignore her.

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The war ended three days later and a hundred new students came to Hogwarts for Christmas, some seniors, some first years. But Beth kept having her bedroom to herself.

She wrote letters claiming Sirius Black's innocence. She tried to contact the Dursleys and her own parents. The result was the same.

"Listen to the Directors plan", so said the letter from her mother that contained a photo of young and adorable Ginny wearing Beth's old things.

Beth ran her hands through her dark red hair and sighed at her. She wouldn't work. Dumbledore planned long term and had more truth than an eleven year old girl. Beth rubbed her long tresses and thought. She needed time, she needed….

She needed long term plans to counter Dumbledore's long term plans.

Currently she didn't remember the Dursley's address… Dumbledore's magic or Lily's protection? That meant that her hope was when Harry returned to the wizarding world.

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The plan was simple

But had obstacles as big as mountains

She needed money and influence. Precisely two things that the Weasley family was completely lacking in, despite the fact that currently every adult of working age was working for the Ministry of Magic. But the Weasleys were quiet people, without much ambition who were content with simple jobs or that they were passionate about. They compensated for their lack of income with small family farms and the exchange of clothing and basic products.

She also needed to marry well. That was not so difficult. Beth was the first child in five generations of the Weasley family, the only girl in a family known for her reproductive abilities and giving birth to sons.

Also… Beth wasn't presumptuous when she said she was very pretty, all the Weasleys were very handsome. Perhaps that was why they found talented wives so easily?

Beth began to think of a method to earn money. The twins had sold their wares before leaving Hogwarts. That made the bell in Beth's head light up. She just needed a product to sell that didn't break Hogwarts rules. And create it too.

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As the first daughter of the Weasley family in many generations, Beth had a vault in her name for her dowry. Most of her family put a silver sickle a month in the vault, a galleon on her birthday and Christmas.

This made Beth feel uncomfortable, she already received much more than the rest of her siblings because she was “the girl”. It hadn't gone unnoticed by her how Bill and Charlie were jealous of her dresses just for her or the shoes she got.

It wasn't Beth's fault she was a girl!

Percy was more impartial, he understood that Beth was different from the rest of the brothers and their cousins. On the other hand, Beth knew that Bill and Charlie didn't have to deal with the neon pink dresses with bows that her father's brothers had decided to buy matching for the two girls in the family. Only one look from her aunts had been enough for her to know that they would moderate them more from that moment.

Christmas with the entire Weasley family meant many people around a table and coordination so as not to coincide with more than two families visiting the same house at the same time. It was quite a logistical challenge. Especially since the Weasleys were no longer an important old family. Her uncle Barnabas still had a picture of the old mansion the Weasleys had owned. Beth stared at it and realized something.

What if there was a marriage contract for her? The Weasleys were an old family and five generations ago they had arranged weddings with future children in mind, not current children.

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Beth Weasley looked at the goblin cashier with a concentrated expression. Much more than a thirteen-year-old girl should. She had chosen the subjects of ancient runes, arithmancy and care of magical creatures

She had also convinced her mother to recycle the textbooks so that her siblings could take advantage of the annotations and advice on the edges. She too had started growing potion ingredients in pots that she could then take back to Hogwarts saving a few knuts. The truth was that being the only girl was wonderful.

The lack of children worried her. She saw that there were fewer and fewer magical children at Hogwarts. The war generation, that time where most children and their parents died, or parents decided not to carry their children to term to protect them.

But today Beth had a mission so she looked determinedly at the goblin

-Good morning sir. May your gold flow. – The goblin raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by being treated as “sir” by a pureblood witch. – I would like to check with the bank the marriage contracts for the daughters of the Weasley family.

The goblin looked at her and called another to take her to the office where the manager of the bank's least successful accounts was. The goblin looked at her after checking her lineage by making her put her hand on a gem that sparkled in the Weasley's drawer before opening several folders.

He began tossing documents into the bin with amazing speed, though Beth knew the goblin could sense the magic in the documents. He knew that way which ones were active and which ones weren't.

-The family was extinguished naturally, the contract had a deadline, murdered, they have ceased to be pure blood,...

-I don't care if they're not pure blood. – The goblin looked at her

-Child, the object of that contract was to produce pure blood heirs. Since this family is no longer pure, the contract is void. – The goblin ran his fingers through the papers again. – The original object of the contract was fulfilled, there was a wedding between a daughter of the other family and a Weasley,…

In the end only three documents remained on the table.

-A contract with the Potter family based on mutual friendship and the wishes of those concerned. – Beth took the contract. She read it carefully. No dowry was required. The wedding was only required to be a bonding ceremony demonstrating the undying love between the two. Well, the Potter and Weasley families had a long history of friendship. Ginny and Harry would honor this contract.

-The Potter heir is too young for me, besides, this contract will only be activated if they love each other. So I'll give my little sister a chance

-Very well, the following contract is not of marriage as first wife. It is to be the second wife of Lord Malfoy. a concubine - Beth felt a shiver run through her soul, the Malfoys.- --- This contract was made to pay for the Weasley family's affront to the Malfoys. And you could see that the Malfoys had drawn up the contract.

To begin with, it would only activate if a Malfoy male showed interest in a female of pure Weasley lineage. The children would be raised by the first wife and the concubine would have no right to call them her children. A woman's entire life was dictated in a nearly hundred-page document that was as restrictive as the shackles of a slave. Beth felt like throwing up.

Under no circumstances could she let that contract activate, ever.

-This thing is the most disgusting thing I've ever read and I hope Lord Malfoy never activates it. – Beth put the document aside.

-Certainly. We goblins don't approve of women being treated like this. But for the agreements we can not say anything. Then there is the marriage agreement with the Black family, it is the most beneficial for both parties, but the man who would fulfill it is in Azkaban right now

Beth took the contract and read it. It was a contract arising from a relationship of servitude. If the Black family was about to die out, an unmarried daughter of the Weasley family would marry into the Black family.

This could only happen if there was only one male heir left and he was single, with no other male in the family. The daughter of the Weasley family was to marry into that family if she remained single and pure, not just in blood but in chastity, not even a kiss. The wedding had to be before the twenty-two years of the youngest part of both. There was a dowry vault established by the Weasley family that had grown over time and a very generous financial allowance for the wife. The only requirement was to have more than four children.

-This contract is active.

-That's true, it's currently active, but I don't know why. Lord Arcturus Black is a very old and widowed man, Orion Black is married and Sirius Black is currently in Azkaban. Of the three men of the Black family left alive, none would be eligible.

-Well, Sirius was never convicted. He was sent to Azkaban without trial, so he retains all inheritance rights from Black Family. And it will serve me well to be the wife of a Lord with so much money and influence. In addition, in this way the Black family accounts will be reopened or passed into the hands of Sirius's heir, Harry Potter, to be opened when he comes of age. Isn't that a good deal for the bank?

The goblin smiled toothy, and later put a magical mark on Elizabeth Weasley's folder. She was a witch to watch, she would bring profit to the bank. The goblins had a special kind of magic that let them see which wizards would bring big profits and which ones would bring losses.

Beth Weasley had shone in the eyes of all the goblins as a witch who would bring enormous profits to Gringotts.

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The Weasley family is famous for its fertility and loyalty. Once they choose a partner they will never be with another woman or man in their life. Beth believed that was the reason her uncle Bilius had never married. Beth had once seen him open a locket to the image of a young man and a braided light blond lock of hair.

But what mattered to Beth now was the subject of fertility. Because that meant that she was almost constantly sexually aroused.

And that she was in a boarding school surrounded by relatives and people who were afraid of those relatives. It was kind of hard to want to lay your hand on the girl who had forty cousins in her upper classes. But that was good for Beth, she had initiated her plans, and they all depended on her staying pure.

But it was still too hard, how could the boys bear it?

And then Beth was inspired. The only business in the world that never went into crisis

The business of sex, eroticism and erotic games.

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Beth gathered Bill and several of his friends into an unused classroom. The truth was that most of the castle was abandoned after two wars in less than a century.

- I need you to sign this for me.

The boys looked at each other nervously.

-Why?

-I am developing a product and I need test subjects. – Beth smiled as the first rays of the spring sun cast red flashes as they passed through the strands of her hair.

-Test subjects?

-It's not dangerous. You will only have to use it and write your opinions. - Beth blinked and smiled making all the boys, except Bill, blush. Beth remembered what it was like to be older and seductive, even though she still lacked most of the weapons necessary to do those things. – But first I need you to sign a confidentiality agreement. You can read it, it will only prevent you from talking about the product unless it is to promote it

Most guys read the contract thoroughly

In the end, everyone signed.

-And what is the product?

Beth smiled and pulled the fish tank out from behind the teacher's desk. In those fish tanks there were a few tubes of meat

-This is something I call "Magic Holes" (Yes, it's a reference to a very perverted manga). Basically, you put your penis in them and use them to masturbate. They are warm, close, humid and can live up to two weeks. - Beth smiled looking at the blushing boys. – They won't hurt you, I put my hand in one of those all night and nothing happened to me.

Finally, somewhat reluctantly, the boys took the pieces of meat and left the room. Beth smiled greedily.

She had created the magic holes based on a memory that had come to her mind. They were really easy to create once you had a tank filled with the diluted potion. You just needed to create a paste, shape it to the size of a thumb and put it in the fish tank. Eight hours later there was a perfectly formed magical hole.

The tank had cost about eight Galleons to make, but it would last no more than a year and could only produce twenty holes at a time. The potion cost two Galleons to make, but it was diluted and just one batch would last an entire year. The paste cost 3 galleons, but could produce about two hundred magic holes with a single batch. Beth passed the galleons to knuts to calculate how much it would cost to create a single magic hole.

Twenty holes per day multiplied by the number of days she had in a year was a total of seven thousand three hundred magical holes. That would equate to thirty-six and a half batches of pasta.

So producing pasta for a whole year at maximum production would be equal to one hundred and nine galleons, eight sickles and fourteen knuts. Adding the ten galleons from the tank and the potion, one year of production at maximum output equaled one hundred nineteen galleons, eight sickles, and fourteen Knuts. Or it was the same as fifty-eight thousand nine hundred and thirteen knuts.

So the cost per magic hole with no benefit was equal to a measly eight knuts. If she sold each magical hole for a sickle she would have a profit of four hundred and twenty-nine galleons and seven sickles.

That made a real profit of three hundred nine Galleons, fifteen Sickles and fifteen Knuts. But that was only if she achieved maximum output. Two hundred and sixty percent profit after subtracting expenses.

Still, it all depended on the size of her production in terms of expenses. The most expensive thing was the fish tank and she thought she could recreate it without much effort. She now she just needed word of mouth to expand her product.

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The next morning one of the boys walked up to Beth and handed her a sheet of parchment. She smiled at him and he blushed before almost running towards her table, he was a Ravenclaw. Beth unfolded the sheet of paper.

“It was tight enough to feel pleasure without pain, warm and enveloping. The smooth walls were a very comforting sensation around my phallus. The humidity was not excessive, it was perfect to be able to slide without problems. “

The rest of the review was like this

Beth smiled and noticed that Bill and his friends were avoiding looking at her face.

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-Thank you for coming to the second test meeting! I would like to know if you liked the product! - Beth had purposely allowed three weeks to pass between the first and second meetings for two reasons. The first was to give them time to think, the second reason was to let the magic hole die and get their first sales

The boys praised the magic holes with the same excitement that only teenagers who had just discovered masturbation could show.

-Well, I also planned to discuss the price with you. How about five sickles per hole? – Beth was doing this to get them to trade lower. An employee of the ministry received seven hundred galleons a month. And Beth and Bill's father gave them six sickles each a month. If from the beginning she exposed the price that she wanted. It was very likely that they would lower it. So she was planning to trade until she got to the sickle, where she would give in without really telling them how much she was making on each sickle.

That day she left the classroom with twenty more sickles in her pockets because many of them had talked to their friends from other houses and courses. They had been tasked with buying magic holes for everyone.

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Within a week Beth started a mail-order system for magic holes. Her business increased by word of mouth. Once a week Beth left request cards in an empty classroom and those who wanted a magic hole had to send the card to her with payment.

Before Easter she had to install a second and third fish tank. By the end of the year she was receiving orders from the older brothers of her regular customers. And those new clients always repeated. So much so that Beth had to get a house elf to help her manufacture and distribute her product.

Blimey was a good elf, but he had lost a leg as a result of a beating from his previous master and had been given a garment. Beth hired him into her service on the spot and took him home for the summer. She told her mother that she had joined the elf upon seeing him badly injured in an alley in Hogsmeade and she had been nursing him until he recovered.

-He can't do much, mom, but I think he can help with the ironing and cleaning the kitchen. He is a good elf.

Molly Weasley swallowed her daughter's words about taking in the injured elf, and Blimey was content to help with the garden, the iron, and, of course, Beth's business.

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A year after starting her business, Beth smiled as she noted that she had already earned over a thousand Galleons. She even giving her relatives a special discount and selling them the holes for ten knuts.

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Beth looked into the classroom where a seventh year student in a cape stood watching her.

-Me…. I'm getting married during the Christmas holidays. – said the boy

-I am sorry. - Beth she raised her hand to stop him. – I'm not interested in you.

- I'm not interested in you either. I'm in love with my fiancée, Imogen. She goes to Beauxbatons and she is an absolutely charming, intelligent and sensitive creature. But I'm pretty normal by comparison. She really is losing by marrying me

Beth wondered where she was going with all this.

-I would like you to teach me how…. Please her.

-I will not have sex with you

- I don't want to have sex with you either. You're very pretty but no thanks.

-Then what do you want?

-Tips. Most of my classmates I've asked have told me what they do but their girlfriends don't seem to like that very much. So, since you created the magic holes, I thought you would know how to please women.

Beth looked at the boy carefully.

-Your fiancee is a very lucky woman. But there will be several classes and one galleon per class.- The boy nodded. Beth didn't know who this boy was, but the cape was very expensive and fitted to the boy's measurements, that meant very old money. - Can you pay for the classes now or do you prefer to give me time to prepare?

-I… I'd rather start now.

Beth sighed and pulled a scroll out of her backpack.

-Well, I suppose you know the basic erogenous zones. – The boy agreed. Beth seriously doubts it. - Do you know that there are more than three?

-What?

-Well, I have a base to start with. The most basic erogenous zones are the mouth, ears, neck, breasts, navel, butt, and clitoris. But this is based solely on the fact that they are the areas that are most sensitive. There may be women who are not turned on by your neck but who then shiver with pleasure if you brush against their arms. Every woman is a world in itself. The important thing is that everything is consensual, sex itself is a communication. It is pleasure, experimentation and union. You need time to adjust to your partner and find out everything your partner likes to make it the best possible experience for both of you.

The boy was writing everything down.

-That's much better than the advice of "Make sure it's wet, put it in and move until you cum, that's how it's done."

Beth felt sorry for a lot of women in the wizarding world.

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In the next class there was more than one person in the room. The boy who had given himself the alias of Anthony even though Beth already knew he was Lucien Sinclair, the son of a wealthy, pure-blooded French family who had moved to the UK on business a few years ago.

-Anthony, who is your friend?

-This is…. my friend Merlin. I told him about your class and he said it was a waste of time and money.

-I understand… Does Mr. Merlin have a girlfriend?

-Of course yes, that's why I know more things than an overprotected virgin. – The boy was boastful

-In that case Mr. Merlin can listen to this class and apply what I say with his girlfriend. If she doesn't like it, I'll give his the money back.

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A girl cornered Beth in the hallway and hugged her tightly to kiss her cheeks before running off again.

-Thank you! Yes, thank you, thank you! YES!

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Somehow in the next class there were sixty kids with capes and masks and all sorts of things to hide their identities. Beth decided to collect the things that she said in her classes, with the questions and answers, to compile it all into a book that could be easily sold.

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Of course all good things must come to an end. Beth sighed as she sat, wearing her Prefect's badge, in front of Professor Snape who had on his desk one of her magic holes, one of the cards and her newest product, Fantasy Clouds. It was a cotton candy that made you experience a false memory for about twenty minutes, a sexual fantasy.

The door opened and Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore entered.

- What is the reason for this meeting, Severus? And what are these things?

---Miss Weasley…. --- Snape's voice held such contempt that he had elevated it to an art. – She has been selling these…. Indecent things…. To the rest of the Hogwarts student body… Such a shameless attitude has no place in our halls

After that Snape delighted in describing what each item was and its intended uses while Professor McGonagall turned increasingly red and Headmaster Dumbledore just smiled.

- That's why I think we should check all the bedrooms to confiscate all these items and expel Miss Weasley.

-No, we won't do that. – Everyone turned to look at Minerva McGonagall. – I remind you, Severus, that in your day you were a student and I still keep that Muggle magazine that I found in your bag when you were fourteen years old. And you were not the only student with this kind of objects. Teenagers are going to want to have sex, and if these items prevent us from having unplanned pregnancies at Hogwarts, I'm fine with them being distributed.

Professor Snape blushed deeply at Professor McGonagall's words, he went to open his mouth but was stopped by a single word.

-Sadomasochism. --– A part of Beth wasn't surprised at Professor Snape's tendencies. After all, man wanted things to be done his way and only his way. He dictated the rules and the others had to comply with them. Beth moved a little further away from the potions teacher and realized that he knew that she knew what that word meant.

--- Actually I wouldn't have a problem if Miss Weasley had a license for her business. But since she does not have it, I am afraid that I will have to request the cessation of her activity.

-I got it. Blimey, dear, could you bring me the ministerial permit for my business? – The house elf disappeared with a poof and appeared with a pop carrying a scroll. The three teachers read the document and then looked at Beth

-How did you get this? These licenses can take decades to be issued.

-The children of the director of the Magical Business Management Department are my clients. They pulled some strings for me. – Beth smiled at the three adults

-Well, everything is in order. We cannot prohibit a licensed business from having a clientele among students. But we will send a letter to your family, Miss Weasley. And you doesn't lose that badge because you are the only Gryffindor girl in your year.

Beth cursed under her breath, her mother had found out.

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Beth knew her mother had been really upset when she hadn't sent her a howler. But she didn't expect the amount of screaming from her when she got home. Honestly, part of Beth believed that the howlers loosened the volume of some of her mother's screams if the ringing in her ears was any indication.

Although it was also possible that her mother had waited for her to finish her OWL so that she could shout at ease and not distract Beth from her studies.

-How much did you earn Beth? – Asked the twins with an innocent air.

-Fred, George!! That doesn't matter, your sister shouldn't have started a business like that and she isn't going to continue it either!!

-Six thousand nine hundred and eighty-three Galleons, thirteen Sickles and twenty Knuts. – Everyone turned to look at her, including her father and her mother. – Discounting expenses , that is the amount I have earned in the last two years, and I dont have to pay taxes because there is no part in the law.....

Arthur Weasley took off his glasses to wipe off the sweat and then looked at his daughter again.

-Could you repeat the number, treasure? --- - The man said with his voice trembling in a very slight way. – But a little more slowly, I think I didn't hear you right.

-Six thousand nine hundred and eighty-three Galleons, thirteen Sickles and twenty Knuts. That's what's in the vault I opened at Gringotts for my company. And I can't close it, mom, I have more than three hundred pending orders.

-That's more than I earn in a year. --- Arthur Weasley muttered. Then he looked at his precious daughter. – So you only sell those… things and the fantasy clouds.

-Yes. I also give classes on how to satisfy your partner to a galleon per person. I'm compiling it all into a book so I can sell it too.

-Ok.... Ok…. Yes very good. Are you still a virgin? - Beth blushed deeply.

-Yes, I haven't even had my first kiss. But family magic is very… - Beth blushed

-It excites you. -.- Arthur sighed. – I didn't think that it would affect you so much being a girl, but it seems that you have taken advantage of something that no one else in the family thought we could use to earn money

-Yeah, I'm developing the female version of the magic holes, but…. --- Molly's glare silenced them both.

After that everyone was thrown out of the kitchen while her mother cooked something in silence.

-Hey, do you hire people for the summer? --- Charlie whispered looking at her.

-Of course. I could use the help, I'm thinking of developing the line of products for ladies. --- Beth whispered back as she looked around Charlie's room and his books for Dragons. – Twenty galleons a month, are you interested?

-Yes. – The boy agreed. - Aren't you going to offer it to Percy or the twins?

-According to labor laws, I can only hire people who are fifteen years old or older, with the sole exception of the family, whom I can hire from the age of thirteen to help with my business.

-Then I can enter the business?. --- Beth turned to look at Bill. – I want to be a curse breaker, but textbooks are expensive.

-I want more books about dragons! I wish Dumbledore would let Hagrid have a dragon! That would be wonderful!

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Dinner time was pretty quiet for everyone, even Ginny and Ron knew something was wrong.

-I agree to let you continue with your business. - Everyone was surprised at the words of her mother. – As long as you swear to me that you will remain a total virgin until you get married

-Mom, until the day I graduate there will still be about twenty people with my last name at Hogwarts. The chances of me getting a boyfriend are nil. - --- Beth sighed. – If by the time I am twenty-five I have not found a partner, I will ask someone in the family to organize a date for me

Molly Weasley nodded at that. And she was even more pleased to see Beth's OWL grades ranking her top of her class.

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-Girls, good morning. I have come to propose you to try my products with you.

The girls looked at each other and then at Beth.

-I think magic holes don't interest us

-They are not magic holes. – Beth took out something similar to a pink slug with a heart on her body. What it had cost to make that bloody heart. – This is called Mr. Kisses. Basically you put it in your intimate zone and it will take care of the rest until it takes you to an orgasm without penetration. It feeds basically on the magic emanated with an orgasm and in less than three days it will learn your preferences. It can live up to a month. Who wants to be a test subject?

About six girls out of the fifteen volunteered. But they all seemed very pleased after a few days. Especially after Beth started saying that orgasms were good for you, helped you focus, improved your skin, and helped you sleep better.

The sales forecasts for Mr. Kisses were not as good as those of the Magic Hole, but Mr. Kisses had a constant curve in terms of gaining popularity.

The next product Beth introduced was done out of desperation. The witches were still stuck in the bloomers and the corsets or girdles. Beth longed for an ordinary bra and panties. So she brought some clothes from the Muggle world and created others herself.

Blimey introduced her to two seamstress elves who could help her make sexy lingerie. It really was more comfortable than bloomers and corsets. And the number of congratulatory notes from her clients indicated that she was doing a good job.

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Beth looked at the little store she had bought in Diagon Alley, ninety percent of her savings had gone into the store, about twenty thousand galleons.

How were Fred and George able to afford a much larger venue than this with only one year of work. Well, there was also the fact that there were two of them. Two minds, two bodies, two people capable of working…

Still, Beth ran her hand across the dusty counter and smiled.

It was a small store, but it was her store. and she would adore her little space