A/N: Tiffany Umbridge looks like the chick from Legally Blonde according to the commissioner.

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Sitting behind his desk in his office, Cornelius Fudge is going over reports when the door opens to admit two ladies in pink. Glancing up, he offers them a smile, recognizing one of them as one of his most loyal subordinates, Delores Umbridge. The other one, while dressed much like Delores, is unknown to him… however, she's much cuter and much younger, which definitely draws Fudge's eye. If he had to guess, the blonde witch that Delores has brought into his office is a recent Hogwarts Graduate.

Fudge doesn't quite stop working, but neither does he offer any form of rebuke or reproach. Instead, his tone mild and welcoming, he greets the pair while continuing to go over the large pile of paperwork dominating his desk.

"Good day, Delores. And who is this fine lady?"

"Your Ten O'clock, sir. This is Tiffany Umbridge, and she'll be interviewing for the new secretary position that just opened up under you."

Fudge raises an eyebrow at that but doesn't comment. Delores' nepotism is on full display, blunt and uncompromising as ever. The sickeningly sweet, but also incredibly poisonous Undersecretary doesn't even see what she's doing here as wrong. It's just the way things are done and have been done all Delores' life.

He, on the other hand, can see the forest for the trees and visa versa. In her role as Undersecretary, Delores has either displaced another one of his secretaries, or made up a new position from whole cloth in order to get her niece this job. Oh sure, they were only here for an interview ostensibly, but both Delores and Cornelius knew that he would be hiring Tiffany, more than likely. So long as she'd coached the girl well enough, there should be no issues.

Of course, the Minister of Magic didn't mind. Nor did he really care. He couldn't be asked to deal with all of the little people, all of the time. For a man like Fudge, the world was too big to care who his secretaries were, so long as they were getting their work done, and always on hand when he needed them.

That said, he doesn't hesitate to nod along, amicably enough as he gestures to the two chairs in front of his desk.

"Wonderful. Please, have a seat you two."

As the two women, both dressed entirely in hot pink, sit down across from him, Tiffany Umbridge leans forward, a bright and cheery mega-watt smile on her face.

"Thank you SO much for this opportunity, Minister Fudge. It's been my dream to work under a man of your stature since I was a little girl."

Giving her a perfunctory smile and a nod, Fudge questions her, even as he gets back to his work.

"Recent Hogwarts Graduate, then?"

"Oh! Yes sir, I took a year off to travel after graduation, and now I'm back, better than ever and ready to be put to work!"

"Wonderful. Hogwarts House?"

"Slytherin, sir."

Fudge just smiles and nods some more. It was so nice of Hogwarts, to sort everyone into these neat little boxes, and then through cultural weight and peer pressure, mold them into the categories they would inhabit for the rest of their life. It also made it almost impossible to pretend to be someone you weren't, to the people in the know.

Tiffany Umbridge's act was good, and if she'd said she'd been in Hufflepuff, he would have even believed it was real. If she'd said Ravenclaw, he would have been a little surprised given her outward appearance, and not entirely sure what to think of her until he had more information. But by self-labeling herself as a Slytherin, she was all but outing herself. No one as sickeningly sweet as she was acting came out of Slytherin. Not unless there was a cunning, ambitious mind underneath everything.

Still, Fudge had to admit that Tiffany was more sweet than sickening, unlike her aunt. Oh, Delores was a capable enough worker for Fudge's purposes, but damn if the woman wasn't positively vile past that thin, hot-pink exterior of hers. Regardless, Fudge begins to throw Tiffany a bone, to show he won't hold her House against her. After all…

"A good, strong House. My House, in fact, when I went to Hogwarts all those years ago. We share that much in common."

Tiffany perks up, but before she can continue the conversation, Fudge sees something in his paperwork that makes him scowl, and she smartly goes quiet. Instead, it's Delores who leans forward, glancing down at what he's reading. An invasion of privacy, perhaps, but as one of the cogs in his machine, Delores is privy to a lot more than this. She scowls too, after reading what he's read.

"How unbelievably rude of them to insinuate such a thing, sir. I can have them investigated, if you like."

Fudge sighs and considers the offer for a moment before giving Delores a nod. Then, because the floodgates have been straining for a bit now and might as well become fully open, he leans back in his chair to do a good bit of old-fashioned venting.

"With Delores as your aunt, Tiffany, I do hope a smart young woman like you knows how the world works."

Eyes a little wide, lips tightly shut, Tiffany just nods. Fudge graces her with an encouraging smile.

"Unfortunately, most aren't as smart as you. I swear, if it's not one thing, it's another. The Pureblood Houses are baying for my blood one day, because they think I'm favoring the muggleborns. Meanwhile, the very next, I have some Muggleborn Representative in here complaining about how I'm not giving enough opportunity for upper advancement to their kind."

Delores pipes up again, as prim and proper as ever.

"Hem-Hem. So ungrateful, that lot. Never happy with what they're given. Never willing to put in the work to earn it."

Fudge inclines his head in Delores' direction to show his agreement. Of course, it's a lot more complicated than Delores' silly prejudices would suggest. He's well aware that muggleborns have it rough in Wizarding Society. What they expect HIM to do about it, he has no fucking idea. None of them ever seem to understand that he serves as Minister at the discretion of the people, and with muggleborns by their very nature having one foot in both worlds and being as flighty and prone to leaving the Wizarding World behind as they are, the Purebloods have ALWAYS outnumbered them where it counts.

At least in that way, Delores is actually right. The muggleborns have never put the time in to truly earn power. That time being measured in centuries, as it were. They couldn't accept that it took generations, to topple institutions. Not that Fudge minded that all that much. It was his institution after all, and he had no desire to see it toppled during his stay at the top.

Regardless, he was venting right now, wasn't he?

"Quite right, Delores. And if it's not THEM, then it's something to do with the International Confederation of Wizards. Right now, it's those French Birds demanding more power at the ICW. Honestly, I wish we could go back to the days when the most they complained about was being forced to wear clothing."

Tiffany, having been quiet for a time, finally finds reason to speak up.

"Oh! But you're not overly involved with the ICW, are you Minister Fudge?"

The look Delores sends her niece's way could be described as withering, but Fudge offers Tiffany a kind smile before she can notice. Just because she was Slytherin, didn't mean she was particularly intelligent.

"My dear, Wizarding Britain was a founding member of the ICW, and thus QUITE involved with it and its dealings. I am as involved with them as I need to be. Of course, one would think that having one of our own as Supreme Mugwump would be a boon and blessing, rather than the headache it is…"

Fudge shakes his head with a sigh.

"Unfortunately, Dumbledore hasn't played ball for quite some time. More recently, he's been trying to get more rights for vampires, werewolves, and even house elves, both through the ICW and through the Wizengamot. It's a pain in my backside, I'll have you know. Even if he's currently not getting anywhere, his efforts are making waves… waves that inevitably come crashing back onto these shores. MY shores."

Snorting, Fudge looks off into the distance for a moment.

"At least the goblins are being smart for the moment and seem to know their place. Another Rebellion on top of everything else would just be too damn much. I'd probably have a stroke!"

Delores titters along with him as he chuckles at his own joke, and after a beat, Tiffany follows. A moment later though, there's a heavy silence as Fudge thinks for a moment before nodding.

"Right then, Delores, I'll need you to get a move on what you offered me earlier. Please be sure to let them know how… displeased I am with their unfortunate comments."

Standing from her seat, Delores smiles sweetly and bobs her head up and down, gathering the necessary papers from his desk.

"Of course, Minister! It would be my pleasure!"

And like that, the Undersecretary bustles out of the room, leaving him and Tiffany alone together. Looking over at the blonde witch, Fudge reaches up and unbuttons his collar loosening it as he lets out a sigh.

"Right then. Shall we get onto the next phase of the interview? Go ahead and stand up for me. Bend over the desk."

Tiffany doesn't so much as bat an eye.

"Of course, sir."

But then, Fudge doesn't expect her to. Rising from her chair, Tiffany leans forward over the front of his desk, her arms laid out atop the mahogany desktop as Fudge himself rises from his seat and begins making his way around to her. Honestly, this was the real problem he had with hiring muggleborns. None of them ever truly knew the way the world worked.

Meanwhile, because Fudge could always count on Delores to take care of his needs (not directly, that would be disgusting), he knew that Tiffany would be coached on what would be expected of her, well beforehand.

Moving into place behind her, he finds her hot pink skirt easy enough to hike up over her hips. She lets out a cute little noise, but otherwise doesn't protest, even as he's pulling down her nylons and her panties. Fudge is a little impressed by just how wet she is. He doesn't for a second believe she's ACTUALLY aroused by him, but the effort she's put in definitely lets him pretend.

Freeing his cock from its confines, Fudge strokes his member a handful of times. He was already at half-chub just imagining getting to fuck this tasty little treat ever since she walked into his office and getting the rest of the way to full mast isn't particularly difficult. A moment later, and the Minister of Magic is sinking into his newest secretary, her wet, slick insides tightening up around his cock as she lets out a soft little moan.

"So, Tiffany… what do you feel you bring to my secretarial pool that no one else does?"

Reaching up, he grabs the blonde witch by one of her shoulders, holding onto her as he begins to fuck her from behind, up against the desk. To her credit, Tiffany manages to maintain some level of decorum, her voice faint but not completely sporadic as she's plowed.

"Well… I'm, ah, a hard w-worker, sir. Always have been. I know that, hah, your secretaries have a high turnover rate. My, ungh, Aunt was telling me about it."

Fudge just nods. He was pretty sure that had to do with Delores. She was in charge of the hiring and firing, after all. But it wasn't like he minded. She had an eye for bringing him girls like Tiffany, even if they weren't normally family. She knew what he liked, in his secretaries.

"And?"

"Well, I t-think you can, mm, count on me to be around for a l-lot longer, sir. I won't… I won't just up in leave, any time soon."

That made sense. She was a fine piece of ass, but Delores' influence on her was quite obvious. All of the hot pink… heh, he could easily see Tiffany, thirty years from now, sat behind Delores' desk in Delores' office, with not a single thing changed… save for maybe that she'd have a portrait of her dear Aunt on her wall along with all of the pictures of cats, so as to never forget the woman who had gotten her where she was.

Not that all of that mattered much to Fudge, now did it? He wasn't even sure how much longer HE would be in his position, not at this rate. Everyone thought he was an idiot, that he was a toady and a lackey to more powerful and influential wizards than him. They just didn't understand the way the world worked. People like Lord Malfoy had all the money they needed to make things go their way. Fudge might have helped grease a few wheels, but if it wasn't him, it would have just been someone else.

Fudge wasn't an idiot. He was the Minister of Magic, and while he might not be the firebrand that some of his predecessors had been, while he might have been a very moderate Minister who refrained from rocking the boat all that much, that was by design. He had avoided the sort of… mishaps that had caused some of his predecessors to resign in disgrace and had carved out a place for himself in the heart of the Ministry of Magic.

Sure, he answered to certain powerful and influential wizards, but that didn't change the fact that there was power to the Minister's position as well. As evidenced by him exercising that power right now, to take dear Tiffany for a test drive. With an uncaring grunt, Fudge thrusts into the blonde witch one last time before cumming deep inside of her, pumping her full of a load of his seed.

As he pulls back, Tiffany turns around and drops into a crouch right there in front of him, quickly taking him into her mouth and sucking his softening cock clean as she looks up into his eyes. At the same time, she draws her wand and points it at her slit, vanishing away all traces of his load. Another upside, hiring Pureblood over Muggleborn. A muggleborn, and even some half-bloods, would be incentivized to try and get him to knock them up in an attempt to tie him down. He was a married man, but that didn't mean they couldn't rise higher by becoming one of his mistresses.

But a Pureblood like Tiffany had no desire to carry his child. She had her whole life ahead of her, a career and even a family if she wanted one, with whatever man she ended up acting marrying. A bastard kid didn't exactly factor into that though, so of course she would make sure she didn't get pregnant.

As soon as she's cleaned him off with her mouth and tongue, Tiffany tucks his cock back away and fixes his pants up for him. Giving her a smile and a nod, Fudge makes his way back over to his chair on his side of the desk and sits down, even as Tiffany rises to her feet, fixing up her own clothing as she goes and then standing there before him, hands clasped behind her back.

"Will that be all, Minister?"

"Yes… and welcome aboard, dear."

"Thank you, sir~"

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