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It had been a difficult few years since Harry had got rid of Voldemort. Everything Hermione tried to do seemed to be put on the back burner by the old men in power while they smiled at her patronizingly. She could have sworn that her goal for joining the Ministry of Magic was to use it to change the pathetic magical world, not to do pointless errands for wizards that weren't fit to lick her shoe.
Hermione often got the thought to simply fix all of her problems with a nicely timed disappearance here and there, but doing so would be against Harry's principles… and that wasn't acceptable. He had already warned Hermione about what he considered crossing the line.
No matter how much she tried to hide her… differences in the line of thought compared to ordinary people, Harry slowly realized that Hermione could be frighteningly dangerous when her mind was made up.
She shuddered at the rage Harry was in when he found out what she had done to Ron. Hermione never regretted the consequences of her actions before… well, not enough to feel guilt at least, but it came close at that point. Simply because Hermione thought that Harry might actually leave her over it.
Thankfully, that didn't happen. Much to Hermione's delight, Harry loved her too much to leave, even when she was the cause of the destruction of his first friendship. Hermione made sure to reward Harry that night and didn't stop until he slept with a dopey smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Granger. I simply don't have the time to make modifications to the bill."
While Hermione gave the old fart a pretty smile, she kept repeating in her mind that Harry would probably find out it was her if his main obstacle in the Wizengamot dropped dead. It was hard to keep that in mind when the old bastard kept looking at her like he wanted to devour her.
It took Hermione an embarrassingly long time to realize it, but apparently, she was considered to be fairly attractive to the opposite sex. It wasn't really her fault since all that mattered to Hermione was that Harry found her pleasing… which he most certainly did, so as far as Hermione was concerned, she didn't have to be attractive to anyone else.
The men in the Ministry made sure to show Hermione how wrong her thinking was. It was like there was a contest to one-up another in how disgusting they could be. Sure, it was all verbal, and nobody dared to try anything physical with her, but Hermione suspected that if it wasn't for Harry, then she would have had to cut off quite a number of hands for wandering too close. The lords that leered after her might have thought that Hermione was safe because of Harry's power, but they didn't know that Harry was the reason most of them were still breathing.
"Ms. Granger, I don't see why I can't try and help you a little. Like I said, I don't have the time… but if I receive a little… encouragement, I might be able to do something."
Hermione's brown eyes sharpened as she focused on Lord Selwyn. She had honestly forgotten she was still talking to the reprobate.
"Oh? What kind of encouragement?"
Selwyn pointedly stared at her breasts before trailing down to her legs, "I think you know, Ms. Granger. Let's not act dumb here."
Hermione tilted her head with a blank face before a slow smile grew on her lips. She looked into Selwyn's eyes as she unbuttoned the top few buttons on her blouse. The old fart practically drooled as more and more of her pale skin was revealed.
Hermione sauntered close to him and said, "You don't mind if I use my wand to put up some privacy wards, do you?"
Selwyn waved his hands carelessly and said, "Do what you must. I think I'd like you to be under my desk. It'll be a treat to know I got Potter's woman to blow me while telling him I support his bill."
There was a flicker in Hermione's eyes as she pulled out her wand and put up wards that would obscure the room from anyone trying to snoop. The fool had freely given permission to draw a wand simply to get his cock sucked. The only thing that kept him safe was if he didn't say those words, but now that he did, nobody would be alerted to spells being cast from her wand. Hermione was happy her attractiveness was helpful in things that mattered… like murdering old fucks that dared to try and take what was Harry's.
After the wards were up, Hermione flicked her wand at Selwyn, who was already disrobing in anticipation of what was coming. Too bad that the only thing he would be getting was death.
Selwyn stiffened and froze before slowly falling to the floor face-first. There was a loud crunch and a splatter of blood as his nose broke, not that Hermione cared. There would even be a convenient explanation for this since the soon-to-be-late Lord Selwyn would die from a heart attack and must have fallen on his face.
"You know, you're quite lucky that we're at the Ministry. I wish I could use you to practice some curses that can't be used on decent people. My Harry is trying to build something that would help this world, and its people like you that are making him feel like giving up."
Selwyn made some muffled noises that vaguely sounded like threats.
Hermione kicked him to flip him over and cast a stinging spell right at his manhood, smiling when he screamed through his closed lips as the petrificus totalus prevented him from protecting himself.
"Yes, I'm sure you'll show me my place when you're six feet underground."
Lord Selwyn immediately threw away his dignity when he realized what she intended to do and whimpered in fear. He looked up at Hermione, who suddenly seemed like an angel of death, with teary eyes and pleaded silently.
"Oh, don't worry too much, you useless excuse of a wizard. It's about time for you to go anyway. You know, with your age and everything. I'm just speeding along the process a little. If it makes you feel any better, your son might join you and give you some company if he doesn't learn his place. Can't have a younger version of you settle his arse in your seat, can I?"
Selwyn's last memory was Hermione's wand shooting a spell into his chest before he died, the last thing he felt being a sharp pain in his heart.
Hermione walked to the apparition point after another day wasted. She had gotten rid of Selwyn a few days ago, but that bastard was just replaced by another that didn't seem to get how the world should work. It was too soon to do anything drastic, but old Parkinson would quickly be sent into retirement if things didn't change.
"Did you know Lord Selwyn's son came to the minister demanding further investigation?"
"Really? What's there to investigate? The old man died of a heart attack. And you know what he was rumored to be up to. Maybe he offed himself by wanting to get with one of his secretaries."
Hermione didn't stop to snoop on the conversation. It wasn't her business what the new Lord Selwyn wanted to do about his father's case, and she was above reproach. The old guard might be blockading Hermione and Harry with time-wasting strategies to kill the bills they didn't want. Still, none of them were foolish to do something as overt as accusing one of them of a crime. The wizarding public would mob anyone who dared to.
Hermione stepped into the apparition zone and twisted, disappearing with a crack and arriving at her cozy home. It was a flat near Diagon Alley, giving Harry and Hermione a perfect place that was close to everything they needed. Sure, they could floo or apparate if they lived elsewhere, but their burgeoning political careers were the most significant influence in picking the place to live.
Being a regular face to so many witches and wizards helped keep their popularity high. That was key if their plans were to have any sort of success.
"Welcome home, Hermione."
Hermione let out a little gasp of delight and yelled, "Harry!"
Harry grunted when he found himself holding up Hermione's body after she literally jumped on him. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her wavy hair, taking comfort in the person he knew would always stand by him.
Hermione looked at him with bright eyes and said, "We should celebrate! I heard that you're finally making progress!"
Harry hummed in agreement, "Old Selwyn really did have his fingers in everything I was pushing for. After he passed away, it's like there was no united opposition to the amendments we wanted… though Parkinson is trying to change that."
Hermione nuzzled her face into Harry's neck, "Don't worry about him, Harry. It'll all work out in the end."
Harry hummed again but stayed silent for a few minutes. Mostly to think about how conveniently everything was falling into place. Sure, there would be more roadblocks to hurdle in the future, but that was more because of Harry's own making. He remembered Hermione's disappointment in him when he decided to give the people who silently supported Voldemort a second chance, much like what his mentor Dumbledore preached.
Harry had a feeling that if he hadn't discovered what Hermione had done to Ron a few days prior back then, she might have gone to drastic lengths to change his mind. She was unusually agreeable to whatever Harry wanted for a few months before going back to normal. But in the end, Hermione went along with what he wanted to do, even though she constantly let him know it was a mistake.
Like in most other situations, Hermione turned out to be correct. There were many moments where Harry wished he had used the vacuum of power at the end of the war to clean house, but he was barely an adult at that time. Hermione was the only one between the two who had the foresight to see what would happen. His naive thinking ended up putting him in an uphill fight.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by soft lips pressed against his, bringing back his attention to Hermione's chocolate-colored eyes as she pulled back.
"What're you thinking about? That's not a look of someone finally having things go their way."
Harry smiled wryly before moving to take a seat and pulling Hermione to sit on his lap. He never did like admitting when he was wrong, but he was unfortunately put in that spot quite often with Hermione as his girlfriend. However, there was one benefit to doing so.
"You were right, Hermione."
"Well, of course! But with what exactly?"
Harry snorted in amusement and said, "With bringing down the hammer on these damned purebloods. I should have done as you said."
Hermione frowned in thought before remembering what he was talking about. It was such a long time ago, plus there was no point in thinking about what could have been. But it was music to her ears to hear that she was right, purely because Harry once again knew she made good decisions. It was something that Hermione unsubtly pointed out ever since the Ron fight.
Harry could see his girlfriend's pretty face light up in a smile before gaining a fake humble look. "It's alright, Harry. It's too late to change that, but we're well on our way to fixing it, aren't we?"
Harry nodded while ignoring the hands trailing down his torso. Hermione always did get horny after being told she was right. Harry might not like admitting he was wrong, but since it was usually to Hermione, he always did so with a hint of glee. Purely because they ended up having the best sex of their lives after the confession.
Harry smirked when Hermione's small hands dug through his trousers and wrapped around his thick shaft. She bit her plump bottom lip and said, "How about I get your mind off this?"
Harry shifted a little, making more room for Hermione's wandering hands while palming her bottom. She didn't know how many eyes that part of the body drew to her, but Harry keenly felt the rage at the men and women that dared to look too long.
Hermione giggled and pushed her heart-shaped arse into his hands while using both of hers to slowly stroke his cock. She was reminded of when they had fooled around in the tent while on the run. Those were exciting times, the thrill of danger around every corner with only each other to depend on. Not much has changed in Hermione's mind. The only thing was that they traded the tent for a nice apartment.
She teased the head of Harry's cock with her thumb and said, "What's next, Harry. Is Parkinson going to be a problem?"
Harry slid his hand from Hermione's arse to her hip, stroking the sliver of exposed skin. It was predictable that this came up. Ever since Hermione learned that sweet-talking him into something was easier with his cock in her hands, she had been relentless with that strategy.
Harry did nothing to dissuade her from doing it. Not only were the things that Hermione wanted Harry to do beneficial for him, but it also gave her a sense of accomplishment that she 'persuaded' him into doing something.
But Harry had to cut this line of thought right now, "Hermione, I still want Parkinson to be living when I see him next time. He's a fool, but a fool that can be brought to our side."
Hermione's hand stopped before resuming its movement up and down his shaft. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Harry raised an eyebrow and moved her hands away before pulling her again into his body. Hermione gasped while staring into Harry's eyes, her lips almost grazing his.
"I think we both know what I'm talking about. You might have erased all of the traces, but I know what you did."
Hermione stayed silent for a couple seconds before trying to defend herself, "He wanted me under his desk! I swear I didn't want to do it, Harry, but how can I let someone like that go?"
Harry's eyes darkened in anger as Hermione shivered in lust at feeling his magic blanketing around her body. "I wasn't going to blame you even if he didn't do that. But know that I know, you let him off far too easily."
Hermione relaxed against him, happy that this wouldn't be another lecture about the morality of what she had done.
"We can't just get rid of everyone that annoys us, Hermione. Once might be alright, but even the sheep would figure out something's wrong if the people against us keep dropping dead."
Hermione knew he raised good points, but that didn't mean there weren't ways to have the perfect alibi when those people drop dead. She would let it go for now, but there would be plenty of chances to bring it back up later.
"If you say so, Harry," Hermione said while lifting herself from Harry's lap. She pulled his cock out and vanished her skirt along with her underwear. "But enough about old men who lived too long. Let's celebrate."
Harry grunted when Hermione's pussy surrounded his shaft, and her face crashed into him for a rough kiss. Hermione bit his bottom lip softly and pulled back before letting go. She panted while slowly riding his cock with her hands buried in his messy hair.
"I can never get tired of how good you feel inside me."
Harry kissed her jaw and said, "And I can't get over the feeling of being in you. Knowing that you're mine. Mine to fuck."
He pulled Hermione down harshly, making her squeal in shock.
"Mine to kiss."
Hermione moaned when she found her tongue pushed back into her mouth with Harry's lips covering hers. She hugged him while bouncing her hips, the arse that Harry praised clapping down on his lap while Hermione relentlessly chased her orgasm. She moaned into Harry's lips when his cock kept hitting a specific spot in her pussy, making sparks shoot through her whole body.
Hermione's arse planted itself on Harry's lap with one last thundering clap as she let out a muffled squeal. Her pussy gushing out juices that stained Harry's trousers. Hermione's whole body quivered in pleasure, but Harry's didn't let her be. While she was in the middle of her orgasm, Harry grabbed her hips and used her like a pleasure doll. Lifting Hermione before dropping her onto his cock, making her already sensitive pussy flutter, extending her orgasm and making her eyes roll back into her head.
A few minutes later, Harry pushed his cock into Hermione until his balls touched her lower lips, groaning softly while letting loose into her womb. Rope after rope of hot cum splashed into the back of Hermione's pussy, prolonging her orgasm even more. She let out a weak sound of defeat as she slumped into Harry's arms, staying in that position for minutes before she could even talk.
"Are you sure Parkinson needs to live?"
Harry burst out laughing at Hermione's first sentence after coming back from her orgasmic trip.
"I do apologize, Lord Potter. I can't get the support of the others for this. I might be the nominal head, but I can't speak for the others."
Harry sighed, "I understand, Lord Parkinson. I appreciate the effort."
He left the office and strode back to the main atrium. Parkinson had been getting more of a backbone ever since Harry made some compromises at the start. Hermione warned him of this, but Hermione was also the person advocating for getting rid of Parkinson altogether. Harry didn't really take her seriously since he knew that.
Harry wondered how many times it had to happen before he took Hermione's advice the very first time.
"Mr. Potter!"
He nodded and smiled at the witches and wizards happily greeting him as if it was the first time they had seen him. Harry kept the grin on his face and pretended like this hadn't happened almost every day, with nearly the same people.
As he gave his canned answers to whoever was asking him questions, Harry wondered why he was trying to do things the right way. The people he fought for in the war were still marginalized, with only token roles given to show that there had been 'change.' It wasn't a secret to anybody that the Ministry was still run by the same people with different mouthpieces saying flowery words.
"Harry! There you are!"
The sea of people parted as Hermione walked toward Harry with a bright smile. She kissed him on the corner of his mouth when she reached him and pulled him out of the crowd.
After casting the muffling spell around them, Hermione asked, "How did the meeting with the new Lord Bigot go?"
Harry chuckled, "As you could expect. My hope that he was corrupt enough to be swayed by galleons wasn't true. It looks like old Parkinson is a true fanatic."
Hermione squeezed his hand before asking, "Does this mean…."
Harry nodded, "He has to go. I'm getting the idea that this is a complete waste of time. They are so entrenched that we'd have to wait for them to die out. Even then, the successors might be just as bad."
Hermione could not have been more turned on by what she was hearing. She had been wasting her life away for years since they finished the war. The thrill she got when completing her goals had entirely disappeared, mainly because none of her goals were reasonable in the current Ministry system. Even the overarching plan to pass on any Ministry jobs to be Harry's employee wasn't working as intended.
Her real position in the Ministry was being Harry's secretary, not because she couldn't get a job herself, but because Hermione didn't want to waste time doing administrative tasks. They were practically begging to fast-track Hermione to be a department head, but she had bigger dreams than settling for that.
As Harry's secretary, her self-assigned role was to monitor the people who wished to block their vision for the future. Hermione was successful in that, but there was nothing she was able to do to these people. Well, until recently, that is.
Harry had been on a pacifistic streak after the war. It was like everything Hermione had pushed him toward in school had disappeared. Instead, a man who had endless patience took Harry's place. It rankled Hermione at the start, but she decided that if this was what Harry decided, all she had to do was wait for him to get fed up.
And here it was.
"Do you want me to do it now? Or…" Hermione trailed off.
Harry tugged her closer to him as they walked and said, "I should be concerned that you seem so eager. But no, not right now. Let's give him a few more days to live. He's presiding over a few Lords getting sworn in next week. I want his death to make a statement."
Hermione looked at him in surprise. That was a very un-Harry-like thing to do. There must be something that Parkinson did that didn't sit right with him. It didn't really matter too much for Hermione. All she saw was the chance to make their dream just a little bit more attainable.