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Minister of Magic

Chapter 3

Harry rolled his eyes and filed away the letter that he had just received. Andromeda sent him a letter letting him know that she was always available for another romp in the bedroom. As much as he wanted to take her up on that offer, right now just wasn't a good time. Perhaps later in the week, he could go see the MILF. Right now he was knee-deep in problems. Thankfully, the problems weren't his own. He had received word that Pansy Parkinson had been arrested by Aurors while smuggling some dark artifacts into the country. At the moment she was being interrogated by the DMLE. Not long after her detainment, her mother had nearly barged into his office to demand her release.

Unfortunately for her, Harry wasn't a bumbling fool like Cornelius Fudge. He didn't take shit from anyone, especially not some stuffy pureblood who thought that they were better than everyone else. Hell, Mrs. Parkinson couldn't even afford to bribe him for her daughter's release. Their family had been hit hard after the fall of Voldemort. Mr. Parkinson had been killed at the Battle of Hogwarts. Good riddance to bad rubbish was Harry's opinion on the matter. With him gone, his many shady deals had dried up. Just because the money stopped coming in didn't mean that their bills would wait. Debts piled up until they had to sell damn near everything that they had. Eventually, they even had to sell the large manor that they lived in. Last he had heard, both her and Pansy had moved into a smaller but still respectable home. Harry couldn't figure out how they were still living semi-luxurious lives with no money coming in. He had set up surveillance to try and find out what was going on. Nothing turned up. Whatever they were doing, they were doing it very sneakily. Since he couldn't justify spending gold to keep watching them, he had to let it go. Now it seemed that the jig was up.

Harry wasn't ashamed to admit that he had a personal interest in seeing the Parkinson family decline. If the fact that the head of the family was a Death Eater wasn't enough, then the fact that Pansy was a complete bitch in school certainly was. He himself didn't really care that much. Pansy was a bitch to most people, but since he and Draco Malfoy were enemies, he tended to have to hear her shit more than others. No, he really wanted them to suffer for Hermione's sake. Pansy treated Hermione quite poorly, and though she would tell him to let it go, Harry wanted Pansy to pay for her bad behavior. Thankfully his prayers had been answered. Pansy was locked up in a cell down in the DMLE for an offense that could get her sentenced to five years in Azkaban. The bitching and moaning from her Harpy of a mother only added to his joy. A knock on his office door brought him out of his thoughts.

"Enter," Harry called out, putting away a report about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. His lovely Undersecretary sashayed her way into his office. Like always, his eyes were glued to her wide, inviting hips. How he was able to get any work done was beyond him. With Herculean effort, he raised his eyes until they locked onto hers. Immediately, he saw an amused look on her face. It was annoying how much both she and Daphne were able to affect him.

"Minister," she happily chirped, bending down and placing a small cup of tea on his desk. By doing so, her loose blouse dipped down and showed him an expanse of mouth-watering cleavage. All that he could think about was kissing and sucking on her ivory-colored breasts while her back arched in pleasure.

"Minister?" came her voice. Flinching, he looked up.

"I'm sorry. What did you say, Fleur?" he asked as she tried to hide a smirk that was threatening to spill from her plump, perfect lips.

"I said that Ms. Parkinson is asking to see you. She is still locked up in the Ministry cells," Fleur repeated. Nodding his head, he thanked the Veela and sent her on her way. Grabbing the small teacup, he brought it to his lips. Slowly drinking the hot beverage, he wondered what Pansy wanted. Probably going to beg for her release, Harry thought happily. He'd certainly love to hear the vile girl beg. Finishing his tea, he set his cup on the saucer and got up from his chair. The trip down to the Ministry holding cells took a few minutes, but once he arrived, he greeted Susan Bones.

"Susan," he happily greeted the sexy redhead. It seemed that she was taking after her Aunt Amelia. Susan was a fast-riser within the Ministry ranks. A few more years and she may end up as the head of the DMLE.

"Minister Potter," she returned his greeting. He looked his old schoolmate over. She had gotten even sexier since her days at Hogwarts. Back then, while pretty, she was just a tad overweight. Since then, she had lost the extra pounds from the intense training that came with being an Auror. The result was eye-catching. Her curves were damn near out of control. He knew that a lot of the males in the DMLE had a thing for her. At one point, Harry had decided to seduce the up and comer but had somehow forgotten about it. Seeing her sexiness had rekindled his passion to get her into bed. He'd remember to make it a priority this time.

"I'm here to see Parkinson," Harry smiled. Susan smiled back but rolled her eyes.

"The girl claims to have information that she's only willing to tell the Minister. Please see if you can get her to talk. It would certainly make my job easier," Susan chuckled. Harry laughed as well.

"I'll try my best, Susan. Wish me luck." With that, he entered the area that contained the dozen or so holding cells. He walked down the line of empty cells and finally came upon the one that he was looking for. A slightly disheveled Pansy Parkinson was sitting on her cot looking up at him.

"Parkinson," he greeted. "You wanted to talk?"

"Yes, Potter. I have some information that may be useful to you," she responded.

"What kind of information?" Harry asked, leaning against the cold, metal bars.

"Information about your old friend, Malfoy," she smirked. This did indeed capture his attention. While taking Pansy down would have been sweet, taking down Malfoy would be even better.

"Wait here," he told her. Walking back to the exit, he spoke with Susan and signed the necessary documents. After that, he walked back to Pansy.

"Stick out your arm," he told her. Pansy walked up to the bars and stuck her arm through them. Harry attached a special bracelet that was developed a few years back. Nearly unbreakable and covered in runes, this bracelet would stop the wearer from apparating or taking a Portkey. Not only that, but it allowed the Ministry to track its location. There was also a secret function that very few knew about. You could remotely activate it and it would stun the wearer, allowing the DMLE to swoop in and quickly capture the escaping prisoner. They were initially developed for transporting prisoners.

With Pansy being tagged, he ushered her out of the holding area and escorted her to a part of the Ministry building that very few had access to … his personal quarters. The Minister had their own private living suite within the building. Most Ministers rarely used it, and Harry was no different. He only used it for those secret rendezvous with various women. Once inside, he sat her down on his couch and poured them each a glass of firewhiskey.

"Now talk," he ordered as he passed her the drink. Talk she did. She explained her part in the smuggling operation and also told him a juicy nugget about Malfoy. Apparently, Malfoy had a secret warehouse where he grew highly illegal plants to be used in several very dark rituals. Such a thing could have the blonde ponce locked up for a good long while. Smiling, he thanked Pansy.

"So I can go?" she asked hopefully.

"Not quite so fast. You still need to be punished for your bad behavior," Harry told her, drinking down his whiskey. "Your information will take a few years off of your sentence, but the DMLE will still want you to spend some time in Azkaban," he told her, leaning back on the couch. Pansy grunted unhappily before smirking once again. Her hand landed on his thigh where it rose until it cupped his bulge.

"Maybe I can work off my debt to society here and now," she said sexily. Harry chuckled. Pansy didn't know what she was getting into.

"I see no problem in that," Harry smiled. "Follow me," he ordered. Pansy was led into his bedroom before she was levitated into the air. Squealing in surprise, her eyes widened when her arms and legs were shackled into some kind of swing. Soft ropes slithered around like snakes and wrapped around her knees. She cried out in shock when they wrenched her legs open. This was no way to treat a pureblood Lady like her, she thought hotly. Of course, she didn't say anything. This was much better than spending time in prison. With a wave of his wand, Pansy was nude. Her breathing intensified when Harry became naked as well. She could see his massive cock swinging menacingly as he walked closer to her. When he was close, her body spun until she was upside down. His fat cock was pressed against her face, and as unappealing as that sexual act was to her, she grabbed his meat and stroked it before stuffing the head into her mouth. Bobbing her head, she took him deeper and deeper.

Harry groaned as she sucked on his cock. Like most pureblood women, she had some skill in giving head. He looked down and examined her naked pussy. Her legs were still being splayed apart, and he could see her hairless slit slightly stretched open and showing off her pink insides. Leaning down, he could smell her arousal as her pussy began to moisten. It seemed that the anticipation of his tongue on her slit was too much for her. He dragged his tongue all the way down her slit before sucking her clit into his mouth. Hearing her moan around his cock, he smiled into her pussy and placed the tip of his tongue against her clit. His parselmouth abilities activated, and his tongue vibrated rapidly against her hardened clit. Her noisy squeals sent vibrations of her own up and down his cock. He could feel her body trembling under his oral assault, and while he was sure that he could finish her off with his mouth alone, he wanted more from his prisoner.

Pansy was confused when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, and she was more than a little disappointed when he let go of her clit. She was really starting to get into it. All of that changed when she was flipped around. The soft tendrils snaked their way around her body until she was facedown, and her ass was up. A rope pulled her stomach down while lifting her hips up, and her knees were parted widely. Pansy shivered at the position that she was in. Her pussy and asshole were exposed and waiting to be fucked. While she couldn't see him, she could feel Harry's hand rubbing her wet genitals. Unable to stop herself, she shuddered and gasped as his fingers danced over her slit and clit, and she even mewled when he toyed with the rim of her asshole.

"Like that did we?" he asked. Her face turned beet-red, and she was thankful that he couldn't see it. 'It's not my fault that I love anal!' she thought to herself. He removed his hand before she started hearing a squelching sound. It sounded like he was rubbing lubricant all over his cock. Her prediction was proved true when he began to rub lube all over her asshole. Wasting no time, he stuffed his thick head into her very tight hole. Pansy quivered in pain and pleasure as she hung from the ceiling. Her pained squeals were quite high-pitched as he slowly worked his many inches into her tight ass. Pansy had never had a cock even close to his size before. It felt as if she was being split in two. Underneath the pain, however, she could feel the naughty pleasure that she loved so much. Her clenched eyes were beginning to water when he finally bottomed out.

"Good girl," he moaned and reached under her. Pansy's eyes flew open when he began to pinch and roll her engorged clit. Moans and gasps escaped her lips as he worked her wet pussy while slowly thrusting his cock. Her small, dangling tits were finally stimulated when his other hand slid up her belly and cupped the hanging breast. She bit her lip as his fingers toyed with her hard, pink nipples. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulder-length, black hair and pulled her head back. Pansy cried out in pain while her asshole puckered tightly around him. His hand swung down and collided with her ass cheek. A loud crack filled the room.

His fingers were still tugging on her sensitive clit as he fucked her ass harder and harder. Another slap on her ass had her booty jiggling wonderfully. Her pussy was contracting as her body shuddered in orgasmic bliss. Pulling out of her asshole had her crying out, but she was silenced when he stuffed his cock deep into her pussy. Grabbing her tiny waist, he began fucking her like there was no tomorrow. A string of drool slid from her open mouth while loud, wet squelching sounds emanated from her sloppy pussy.

"Would you like it if I seeded you?" he asked, his hands sliding up her belly, and he pulled on her hard nipples. Pansy looked over her shoulder at him in shock. Surely he wouldn't spill his seed in her. He must have known that this was a faux pas in pureblood society. Wombs were saved for husbands. However, it seemed that he didn't care about pureblood rules. Pansy turned her head and cried out in pleasure as her pussy juice exploded downward from her orgasming cunt. She felt him bottom out and inject his thick, warm seed deep inside of her fertile womb. Her betraying cunt tried desperately to milk every last drop from his thrusting cock. When he was finally spent, he pulled out and let her drop down on his couch. Pansy laid there breathing heavily as cum dribbled down from her pulsating pussy. She thought that her debt had been paid, but she was wrong. Squealing when the ropes tied her up again, her ass was sticking straight up. As her perky ass was lashed by a leather whip over and over, she wondered how long she would have to put up with this indignation. Her query remained unanswered as her back arched and she came again.