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Harry fitted in effortlessly into his new role at the Ministry of Magic, even without Ron and Hermione at his side. They took different paths after the war. Ron worked with his brother at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Hermione returned to Hogwarts to finish her education.
Harry didn't regret his decision that catapulted his fame to newer heights. Every day there was a story about him, feeding his ego as he helped capture wanted wizards. Celebrations lasted hours. Sometimes well into the night with a witch in his arm. He loved that they loved him, and he enjoyed their company. Yet, he felt lonely when he came home to an empty flat.
Articles came out the following day. It was a spectacle that sometimes got out of hand. There were plenty of rumours about him. Some were true. Others were blatantly false. He was always careful.
On slower days, Harry worked in his office filling out paperwork and helping with the new internship programme created specifically after the war.
Pansy Parkinson, a former classmate of his and a Slytherin, was one of many trying to rehabilitate their reputation after the death of Lord Voldemort. She had been young and was easily swayed. As were many of her peers—at least that was what they told the Wizengamot Council. It was what they were taught since they were children. They hadn't known better, they pleaded.
The judges showed leniency after careful deliberations. Some went back to Hogwarts, whilst others had to join a new programme created by the Ministry to prove they were willing to learn and change for the better. The new interns worked alongside employees as they worked tirelessly to rebuild and renew hope for Britain's Wizarding World.
There were long days in the office, sometimes all night after a capture or an expected emergency. But it was better than the alternative—being sentenced to Azkaban for months or years.
Pansy often worked at the Aurors Headquarters alongside Harry. He knew she was making an effort. She worked tirelessly and kept herself out of trouble. She did everything asked of her and more. When he needed to work late, she remained at her desk outside his office without being asked.
They often spent breaks together, as there were only a few who stayed after hours, drinking coffee and sharing a treat. Harry got to know Pansy more than he did when they went to Hogwarts together. Sometimes their conversations veered off work, and articles about him were brought up.
The curiosity in her eyes was much different than Hermione's. Harry sensed something different about Pansy, like the other witches he spent a night with.
"Just curious if they were true." She moistened her lips at the end.
Harry approached her from his desk as she stood by the door. They had done the same thing before a couple of times.
"Exactly what are you curious about?"
Harry towered over her as he welcomed her into his office, shutting the door behind her. She approached his desk and leant against it as she unzipped her robes.
He had noticed the low cut of her top underneath her wizarding robes since morning in the lift they shared and that she wore a skirt that was also too short. She had zipped her robes before exiting the lift.
"You know exactly what, Harry. Or shall I call you Mr. Potter, since we're still technically at work?" Pansy bit the corner of her bottom lip, tilting her head to look up at him.
Upon closer inspection, her top was a dark green lace bustier. "Call me 'sir', and I might go easy on you." Harry licked his lips as he peeked down. It didn't hide much, nor did she try.
"Is that so, sir? And if I don't want you to go easy on me?" Pansy didn't wait as she shrugged off her robes, letting it fall on his desk.
"I said might." Harry closed the gap between them, pressing against her body. He was sure that she could feel the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Oh, Mr. Potter." She reached between them and palmed his erection over his trousers. She began stroking him through his clothes as he leant down and kissed her.
It didn't take long to give in to him. She parted her lips and met his tongue halfway. It was a rough and desperate kiss as her fingers undid the button and zip to free his cock, and he reached behind her to undo her bustier. His trousers and boxers were pushed down to his knees as he removed the bustier, freeing her breasts. She was round and perky.
They moaned at the same time as their hands moved to pleasure the other. Her breasts fit perfectly in his palms as he fondled and teased her nipples.
Harry rocked his hips to the rhythm of her hand as she stroked his dick, moving up and down the length of his shaft. "How about using your mouth instead?" he panted against her lips.
"Anything you want, sir." Pansy tugged the bottom of his lip with her teeth before letting go and kneeling in front of him. She used her wand to put her hair in a bun, the end of it sticking up from one side. "Don't hold back," she said, smirking up at him.
"I promise, I won't," Harry replied as he wiped the droplets leaking from the tip of his cock, smudging her lipstick.
Pansy licked her lips to taste him before opening her mouth wide for him. She had clearly done it before and didn't put up much of a resistance when he began to move his hips forward. Inch by inch, his length shortened as she took him in.
Her eyes slowly began to water as she took more of him than any witch could in their first try. He was often told how big he was—something he took joy in as he watched them struggle to take him all the way. Her nails dug at his thighs as he continued to push deeper without pausing, slowly thrusting until he felt the vibration of her moans around his cock.
"I knew you were different, Pansy. I could see it in your eyes."
Her lips curled around him after hearing his praise, and she tilted her head to take more of him. Her moans pushed him further until her lips touched his base, and he held still at the feel of her warmth and tightness.
Tears pricked her eyes, and he eased himself out. Drool dribbled down her chin, but he was only getting started. Harry held the back of her head as he guided the head of his cock to her mouth.
Harry slid with more ease, running his cock against her tongue. He kept moving forward, inching his way down her throat. Her eyes remained on his as he used her for his pleasure. Pansy smiled around him when his balls hit her chin.
"Fuck," he groaned as he remained still for a few seconds. "You're enjoying this as much as I am."
Pansy nodded with her mouth full of his cock. She began to bob her head, sliding her mouth up and down his length as he kept his hand on the back of her head.
Her moans coursed through him, and her nails raked his thighs when he took over, thrusting his hips at a pace to his liking. Not too fast that he would come quicker than he wanted. Not too slow that it would make her jaw sore.
Harry set a pace that both enjoyed. He paused when her moans surrounded his length. "Should have done this sooner." He began thrusting again to give her some reprieve.
It wasn't too long after when he felt his muscles tightening, from his legs to his chest. It was the telltale sign of his climax nearing.
"I'm close," he warned her.
Pansy steadied herself and grabbed hold of his thighs as his pace quickened. After a few thrusts, he burst at the seams, filling her mouth and throat with his release. Droplets dribbled from the corners of her mouth as spurt after spurt of his load continued. With a final grunt, he emptied himself inside her mouth before pulling away completely satisfied, and he watched her swallow every drop.
Harry gave her a few minutes to rest on his chair as he made himself more presentable. "Hope you don't have plans for the rest of the night."
"Only with you, sir."