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The Ministry of Magic's cafeteria was abuzz with the usual lunchtime chatter, the clinking of cutlery against plates, and the occasional burst of laughter. Harry Potter, seated at the head of the long table, was surrounded by his team from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The aroma of various magical dishes wafted through the air, but Harry's appetite was quickly diminishing, thanks to the heated argument that had sparked between him and his secretary, Selena Malfoy.

"You're telling me you actually enjoy eating that?" Selena scoffed, her eyes flicking disdainfully towards Harry's plate of steak and kidney pie. Her long, platinum-blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, shimmering under the enchanted candlelight. She was dressed in a fitted, low-cut blouse that accentuated her ample cleavage and a tight, black pencil skirt that hugged her curves perfectly. Harry tried his best not to stare, but it was a losing battle.

"What's wrong with steak and kidney pie?" Harry retorted, his green eyes narrowing. "It's a classic British dish."

Selena rolled her eyes dramatically. "It's barely a step up from eating dirt. You have the palate of a troll, Potter."

Their co-workers exchanged knowing glances, having grown accustomed to these frequent spats. Some hid smirks behind their hands, while others simply shook their heads in amusement.

"You two argue like an old married couple," muttered Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry's second-in-command, from across the table.

"More like a pair of young adults who just needs to fuck each other's brains out and get over their ridiculous pride already," added Angelina Johnson, a fellow Auror, with a cheeky grin, earning her a glare from both Harry and Selena. Her Quidditch days might have long passed, but her mischievous spark had never dimmed.

Harry's face flushed at his co-workers' comments, and he opened his mouth to protest, but Selena beat him to it.

"Please, the last thing I want touching my perfect body is this... this oaf," she huffed, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing them up slightly and making them even more distracting. And as if that wasn't enough, she also crossed her legs, sitting up straighter, causing her skirt to ride up slightly, revealing a tantalising glimpse of her toned thighs. Harry's eyes flicked to her legs before he could stop himself, and he cursed inwardly as he felt a stirring in his trousers.

Merlin's beard, why does she have to be so infuriatingly attractive? Harry grumbled to himself, shifting slightly in his seat and willing his body to behave.

"Like I would even touch someone like you with a ten-foot pole," Harry shot back, lying through his teeth, trying his best to ignore the unwanted arousal that was slowly building in his core. But Angelina's comment from earlier had somehow embedded itself in his mind, and now he couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to have Selena, in all her infuriating glory, writhing and moaning underneath him.

Selena leaned forward, her blue eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "You couldn't handle me even if you tried, Potter. You'd be begging for mercy within minutes."

Harry's cock twitched at the thought, and he gritted his teeth, trying to will away the mental image of Selena riding him, her perfect tits bouncing as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart," Harry growled, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Maybe one day you'll actually believe it."

Selena's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Oh, listen to him, everyone. Harry Potter, the Chosen One, thinks he has a chance with me." She laughed, a melodic sound that sent a shiver down Harry's spine. "You couldn't satisfy me even if you had a map and a detailed set of instructions."

Their co-workers chuckled, and Harry felt his face grow hot with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. He knew he shouldn't let her get to him, but there was something about Selena Malfoy that just drove him mad.

"Alright, alright, that's enough, you two," Kingsley interjected, his deep voice cutting through the tension. "Let's save the bickering for after work, shall we?"

Harry and Selena glared at each other for a moment longer before turning back to their respective meals, the air between them still crackling with unspoken words and barely contained lust.

As the lunch hour drew to a close, Harry found himself growing more and more frustrated, both sexually and emotionally. He couldn't stand the way Selena got under his skin, the way she made him feel things he didn't want to feel. He needed a release, and he needed it soon.

The rest of the workday passed in a blur, with Harry barely able to concentrate on his duties. All he could think about was Selena and her infuriating smirk, her perfect tits, and her long, toned legs. By the time he finally made it home to his modest London flat, he was wound tighter than a drum, his cock aching for release.

He stripped off his clothes, leaving a trail of discarded garments as he made his way to the bathroom. He turned the shower on full blast, the hot water steaming up the small room as he stepped inside, his hand already wrapped around his thick, throbbing shaft. He tried to conjure images of other women—Ginny, Cho, even Fleur—but his traitorous mind kept returning to Selena.

Harry braced one hand against the cool tile wall, his eyes closed as he stroked himself, his mind filled with images of his bratty secretary. He pictured her on her knees before him, her big blue eyes looking up at him as she took his fat cock deep into her mouth. He imagined the feel of her soft, full lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

Fuck, he groaned, his hand moving faster as he envisioned Selena bent over his desk, her tight skirt hiked up around her waist, revealing her perfect, round ass. He could almost hear her moans of pleasure as he drove his cock deep into her tight, wet pussy, her inner walls clenching around him as he fucked her hard and fast.

His breath hitched as he felt his orgasm building, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to release. He thought of Selena's face contorted in pleasure, her lips parted as she screamed his name, her body shuddering beneath him as he made her come again and again.

With a final, desperate stroke, Harry came undone, his cock pulsing as ropes of hot, sticky come shot out, mixing with the steamy water of the shower. He groaned, his body shaking with the force of his release as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his mind still filled with images of Selena.

As his orgasm subsided, Harry leaned his forehead against the cool tiles, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He couldn't believe how worked up he had gotten over Selena Malfoy, of all people. She was infuriating, arrogant, and as his secretary completely off-limits. So why couldn't he stop thinking about her?

Because she's also fucking gorgeous, smart, and has a body that would make any man weak in the knees, a traitorous voice in the back of his mind supplied.

[Chapter 2 - Coming up!: Harry has finally had enough of Selena's constant teasing, and he's determined to teach her a lesson at the welcome party before their new recruits!

Chapters 2 and 3 have already been written, and are getting feedback from early access readers before they are published here

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