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  Hestia Jones reviously established as having a voyeurism fetish, in case you guys fot :P

  She watched Harry fuck Tonks for the entire week that he was in protective custody a while back.

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  After she finishes sug his cock again, drinking down a load of his cum, Harry grunts and smiles down at her, caressing her face with his palm. Amelia just sighs and leans into his touch.

  “I would be a fool not to take your advice, Amelia. Scrimgeour will be Director. And Jones will be Head Auror. That said, yoing to help me in… ensuriia’s loyalty, alright?”

  A shiver runs down Amelia’s spi her Master’s tone. But at this point, it’s not like she has much professional pride left. She would alut one hundred and ten pert into her job of course, and she would be whatever Harry needed her to be… but if he wao introduce her true self to yet another one of her subordinates… so be it.

  “Everything I am is yours already, Master. All you have to do is and me.”

  Harry grins at that, and then expins what he intends. Even Amelia ’t help but blush a little bit though when she hears exactly what he wants to do with her.

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  Head Auror. Even a month into the job, Hestia could hardly believe it. Frankly, she wondered even now if she should dee the promotion. The previous Head Auror, Rufus Scrimgeour, was now Director of the DMLE and still her immediate superior as a result. He didn’t seem… entirely sure why she was being made Head Auror over someoh more experience like Kingsley Shacklebolt. But he also didn’t seem too upset about it?

  Still, Hestia herself wasn’t sure why she was given the promotion. Maybe she’d find out today, seeing as she was about to have her first meeting with Madam Bones in her new role as Minister of Magic. The woman had been incredibly busy the past month, and to be fair it wasn’t like the Head Auror and Minister o talk very muyways. That was what the Director was for.

  Still, now there was a deserved promotion. Frankly, there wasn’t a siher witch or wizard iire Wizarding World that Hestia felt deserved the title more than Madam Bones. And she’d been doing such a good job since she took office too. Cutting away the chaff. Stamping out corruption. She’d streamlihe Minister’s Office first and then began w out from there and turning the Ministry into more and more of a well-oiled mae day after day.

  Amelia was effectively doing to the rest of the Ministry of Magic what she’d already doo her owment as Director of the DMLE for all those years. And thanks to those decades of experience, she was doing it much faster and much more effitly.

  Reag the office, Hestia swallows and then knocks on the door, stepping in a moment ter when Amelia’s crisp ‘Enter’ reaches her ears. Sitting behind her desk, the new Minister cuts an impressive figure. She looks far more like she belongs behind the Minister’s Desk than Fudge did, if Hestia is being ho.

  “Please have a seat, Head Auror.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Moving to the front of the desk, Hestia sits down and tries not to squirm. Is now the right time for her to ask why her? It was obvious that Madam Bones had pushed for Scrimgeour to promote Hestia instead of Kingsley. But why?

  “How have you beeling into your new role, Hestia?”

  Blinking at the sudden familiarity, Hestia takes a moment to think over the question. It’s not the kind of thing you give a flippant answer after all.

  “… I’m doing my best, Minister. It’s certainly a big pair of shoes to fill.”

  Indeed, for as long as Hestia had been an Auror, Rufus Scrimgeour had been Head Auror and Amelia Bones had been DMLE Director. The two of them had effectively been fixtures that never went anywhere… solid rocks for the rest of them to g to and always know they could rely on. It was certainly a time of ge in the Auror Department, after everything had been rather stagnant for decades.

  And now Hestia was expected to be one of those rocks too. The st month had been… stressful to say the least. A, if Hestia really couldn’t ha, she would have asked to be demoted by now. Instead, she’d stuck it out. And holy, the stress was a good kind of stress. It was a stress that kept her busy a her mind from wandering to more… unsavory pastimes.

  “Director Scrimgeour certainly has nothing poor to say about you, Hestia. In fact, I would even go so far as to say you’ve surprised and impressed him in this past month.”

  Hestia blinks at the sudden praise as well as the warmth that almost seems to be radiating off of the Minister. Straightening up, she feels a surge of satisfa. However, just as she’s opening her mouth to thank Madam Bones for her encement… the door to the office opens and closes behind her.

  Pausing, Hestia turns and looks only for her eyes to widen a bit at the sight of Harry Potter walking into the room. He gives her a grin and a wink, before putting his fio his lips as if to say ‘shhh’.

  What… what was going on? When he passes her, Hestia turns back around so her eyes tirag him, but he just tinues on around the Minister’s Desk over to where Madam Bones is sat.

  As for Amelia herself, she doesn’t eveister Harry’s presence. She’s still looking directly at Hestia, even as Harry stht at her side.

  “I’m sure you had your own internal doubts about whether you were the right woman for the position of Head Auror or not, Hestia. But I hope that your own duct this past month has put those doubts to bed.”

  Hestia nods wordlessly… only for her eyes to widen as Harry pulls out his cock, pces a hand on Amelia’s head, and turns it slightly so he slide his throbbing manhood between her lips right then and there. Whatever the Minister of Magic had meant to say is pletely cut off by the dick she’s now sug on, her words muffled to the point of inprehensibility.

  A pulse of heat rushes through Hestia’s body as she watches Harry slide his co and out of Madam Bones’ mouth. She ’t help but think back to a simir time she’d watched the awe-inspiring young man all those months ago. For the entire week that Harry had been in protective custody, he and Tonks had fucked like crazy. And the entire week… Hestia had watched them, spying on them with Harry’s approval aing off to it the whole time.

  … Hestia Jones knew she was a dirty, filthy woman deep down inside. Her voyeuristidencies had begun ba her final year of Hogwarts when she had mao make Head Girl. The Head Boy of her year had been… well, calling him an incible pyboy wouldn’t be very far off. As Head Girl and Head Boy, they were given access to their own private rooms with a shared on room between them.

  She’d been way too much of a teacher’s pet and bookworm for the Head Boy to try and seduce. Oh, he’d made an attempt, but Hestia had rebuffed him and he’d backed off. However, that hadn’t stopped him fring witches into their shared on space all year long. And when he and said witches got down and dirty, they only actually retired to his private rooms about half the time.

  The other half the time, Hestia got quite an earful… and in some cases, quite the show from her hiding pces. Sure, maybe she should have reported his behavior to the Professors to get him to stop… but she couldn’t help herself.

  Hestia Jones liked to watch. That was just her nature, if she was being ho. She actually got way more out of watg someone else get fucked then she herself enjoyed being fucked, even. Oh sure, normal sex was fun and all… but there was nothing more pleasurable or arousing than seeing another woma dicked down by a big, strong man.

  That was why she hadn’t been able t herself to report Tonks and Harry’s illicit activities to Shacklebolt or Scrimgeour all those months ago. That was why she’d watched instead, enjoying their al aassively from her hiding pces.

  And it’s why she’s turned on immensely by the sight of Harry using Amelia’s mouth right in front of her now. The sounds of sug, slurping noises fill the office, even as Amelia maintains eye tact with Hestia the eime.

  … But that’s just it. Is Amelia aware of what Harry is doing? Does the Minister of Magic even know what’s happening? Or is this something only Hestia is aware of? It feels like it’s the sed situation… and that ’t be allowed to go oia’s perversion is ohing. But she’s still an Auror. No… rather, she’s the Head Auror now.

  Surging to her feet perhaps a few seds ter than she really should have, Hestia Jones pulls out her wand and levels it at the Boy-Who-Lived.

  “Step away from the Minister, Harry.”

  The office falls silent as Harry stops moving, going still for a moment as he looks at her in amusement. Then, he pulls back out of Amelia’s mouth with a distinct pop.

  “Well done, Hestia.”

  Wait, what? Those words hadn’t e from Harry… they’d e from Madam Bones herself. Looking back to the still-seated Minister, Hestia now sees a woman who knows exactly what’s going on. Amelia even gnces up at Harry with a wry expression on her face before looking back to Hestia.

  A test? This was a test of some sort?

  “Harry here has told me about your… prediles.”

  O-Oh. Hestia feels like the world is closing in on her for a split sed, only for Amelia to wave a hand dismissively.

  “Do not fret. I am no less a pervert for my own depraved fantasies. You are in good pany on that front, Hestia. A, you did not let your perversions overe you. You stood tall against what you perceived as injusti spite of your own arousal. I will say again… well done.”

  O-Oh. That was… w-well… Hestia didn’t know how to feel about that. She knows even less how to feel about it when Amelia suddenly rises from her chair and Harry takes her seat. Only, the Minister of Magic doesn’t stay standing. Instead, she sits back down on Harry’s p. Except... w-well... Hestia is quite well-versed in what certain perverted activities look like.

  In fact, she remembered times ba her Seventh Year when this exact thing had happened. She would walk in on the Head Boy and his test quest sitting on the cou their shared on room, except the wit question would be on the Head Boy’s p. Intimate but seemingly innocuous at first gnce. However… Hestia knew full well what a woman’s face looked like when she was surreptitiously impaled on a man’s cock as a result.

  Amelia does a better job then those younger witches had at hiding her owion, but she’s still a woman at the end of the day. Her breath hitches and she pauses ever so slightly as she slides herself down onto Harry’s spit-polished dick. Then, as if realizing there was no hiding it anyways, she shifts and adjusts herself for a moment before finally looking to Hestia again.

  “As I was saying previously, you’ve done an excellent job as Head Auror so far, Hestia. You y to rest any worries or s you might have about whether you deserved the promotion or not. Any self-doubt you might have experienced, while uandable, is ultimately incorrect.”

  That… was incredibly nice of her to say. Aia even believes the Minister means every word as well. A, now that Amelia is being fucked by Harry, slowly sliding up and down his cht in front of her, the words have new meaning. Hestia sehe veritable ‘but’ hanging in the air.

  “… Harry was the one who pushed for my promotion, wasn’t he?”

  Despite his name ing up, the wizard iio speak even now. He simply reaches around to the front of the Minister’s robes and pulls them open, hiking up her skirt and grasping at her breasts. Hestia bites her lower lips and ches her thighs together hard as she resists with all her might the impulse to begin toug herself in turn.

  Amelia, meanwhile, nods even as her breath hitches again.

  “Y-Yes. He did in fact push for you to bee Head Auror. He knew we could t on you to go above and beyond in the r-role. He knew you could be trusted.”

  He was right there… and still not talking. No, instead he was busy fug the most powerful woman in Magical Britain right in front of her. Hestia knew Harry ecial. Even disregarding the whole ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ thing, she’d reized just how amazing he was back during that prote detail she’d been part of. He was capable of wandless, silent magi a casual level, and holy… he radiated power and fiden spades.

  Amelia had mentioned her own depraved sexual fantasies. Even as Hestia gets wetter aer, she ’t help w what they were, exactly. But whatever they were, she has to admit, Harry Potter seems quite capable of fulfilling them. Still…

  “Trusted… with what exactly, Minister?”

  By this point, Amelia is ht boung on Harry’s cock. She gs to the edge of the Minister’s Desk, panting with increasing frequency as she looks at Hestia. Despite her flushed tenance, Amelia still maintains a surprising amount of presence, radiating this somewhat intimidating aura as she stares Hestia down.

  “The future of our world, of course. And the future of magic itself.”

  Hestia’s eyes widen and her mouth goes dry. Evehhly wanton moan that leaves Amelia’s lips a moment ter when Harry suddenly pinches her nipples ’t really detract from the bombshell she just dropped… though it definitely causes Hestia to get even more turned on.

  Still, this seems like a far more serious versation than should really be happening while the Minister of Magic is being fucked right in front of her eyes!

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