Harry sat at his desk in silence and listened to the ticking of the wall clock behind him. He was bored. There was absolutely nothing to do today.
It had been several years after the war, and times were relatively peaceful. Save for a few persistent stragglers, namely Lucius and several of Voldemort's elite, most death eaters have been caught or have died at the hands of aurors and civilians alike. Although countless lives and homes were lost in the war, the community was healing and slowly rebuilding.
As much as Harry was glad that the war was over, he wasn't used to not being out there on the field. With no news about the missing death eaters and the rest being either dead or rotting in the bellows of Azkaban, Harry had absolutely nothing to do. He thought about paying a visit to Hermione, but she was undoubtedly busy with her work in the upper floors of the ministry of magic. Ron was out of the question as well since he was busy at home with his and Hermione's second daughter. Harry didn't feel much up to hanging out with a child.
With a sigh, Harry pushed away from his desk and lazily strode out of his office.
"Wotcher, Harry." Greeted one of the aurors, Anth, on the floor as he passed him by, "Slow day today, ain't it?"
"Tell me about it." Harry said in an exasperated voice.
The wizard laughed, "Ain't the first I heard complain about it today. People jus' aren't up for makin' trouble nowadays." Anth winked at harry as he continued on his way to the far end of the hallway, "Mighty good for the wizarding world I tell ya, but we've gotten so used to some fighting that it just ain't plenty healthy for us to stay cooped up down here doin' nothin'."
Harry watched him walk away and sighed once again. He briskly walked towards the elevators, determined to get out of the dark confines of the building. He needed fresh air and the heat of the sun on his face. He needed to remind himself that this time of peace and fleeting moment of boredom is infinitely better than the dark times of the war that recently passed.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened to let a sea of witches and wizards in. Harry struggled to get comfortable within the confined space of the elevator, to no avail. His shirt clung to the sweaty small of his back and was pressed up against the man behind him. Within his peripheral vision, he could see that the man he was pressed up against was wearing a beautifully tailored and expensive looking suit. Harry felt guilty at the thought of his sweaty back rubbing up against such fine cloth. He tried his best to push his torso away from the man discreetly. While doing so, his hips brushed up against something hard behind him. He wasn't sure what it was but it he paid it no mind.
Another ding resounded in the lift and the elevator doors once again opened. Although many people got off, a whole new crowd of witches and wizards rushed in and pushed harry back harder onto the man behind him. Harry could no longer ignore the odd hard object behind him. It was pressed up against his butt cheeks. Harry understood now what it was but couldn't fathom why the man was so aroused. He opted to remain silent hoping that it would go away and spare both Harry and the man behind him some embarrassment. With three floors left to go, it won't be long before they would both be able to get off this cramped elevator and away from one another.
The man started to wriggle behind Harry, seemingly to get comfortable. This made Harry double his efforts to put some space between them. Harry was embarrassed for the man and his 'problem'. He could imagine how bad it would feel to be caught at such a vulnerable moment in a public space like that. To Harry's abject horror however, the man started to grind his erection behind him. It started with miniscule movements, tentative thrusts against his ass, but slowly gaining speed and force. Harry couldn't speak and couldn't move. His thoughts volleyed between disbelief and shock.
Harry tried to push away when a sudden rush of people coming into the elevator slammed him back against the man's chest, knocking the breath out of him. The man behind him clasped his arms from behind, holding him in place. To somebody unaware, it may just seem like the man behind Harry was trying to steady him from behind. Harry couldn't move now even if he wanted to. His face flushed a brighter red as the humping behind him got faster and with the man's face right behind him, he could hear the quickening of his breath. The man's right hand slid down his arm, past his fingers and held onto his hip tight as he thrust harder. Harry let out a small yip of surprise, which made a few people in the lift glance at him. He kept his face down for fear of being recognized. The-boy-who-lived and savior of the wizarding world, unable to defend himself from a molester. His eyes burned with tears that wouldn't fall.
Suddenly they were gone; the hands, the penis, the warm chest of the man behind him. All of it. Harry looked up and saw that they had reached the first floor. Everybody was rushing out of the elevator and onto the main lobby of the ministry. Harry frantically looked around for the man in the fine suit. He wanted to be able to identify the man. 'To do what?' his thoughts sarcastically interrupted his search, 'To report him?'.
Harry looked down and absent-mindedly made his way through the crowd. He didn't understand why he froze up like that. He should've realized earlier on what the man's intentions were and should've been able to stop him from continuing what he was doing. He had faced death and danger countless times, but this was the first time Harry had ever felt panic like that. He was very confused.
Making his way out of the ministry, away from the wards, he apparated to the small estate he bought himself recently. With a loud crack, he found himself at home. It was a simple bungalow by the coast away from the city. Up there, he was alone and he liked it that way. With the fame that came with being the guy who killed the magical terrorist that was Voldemort, it was his only option really. Harry checked the wards surrounding his home to see if anything was out of place as he walked into his front door and let himself drop down onto his couch. He was still shaken by what had transpired and was angry at himself for not doing anything besides stand there like an idiot.
It was the middle of the day and Harry was on duty but he felt so tired he couldn't find it in himself to go back to the ministry today. 'It was a slow day anyway. They can handle one day without me.' Harry thought as he let himself drift off into restless sleep on his couch, hoping to be rid of these horrible feelings by the time he woke up.