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The Wizard and the Witch Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2025-09-23 06:34:08 +0000 UTCHarry tucked Wanda into bed. He smiled at her peacefully sleeping face. Next to her, tucked into the same bed, was Fleur, who was also out like a light. She was still wearing a frilly white headpiece that had been part of her maid outfit.
Turning away from the two of them, Harry left the house again, satisfied now that he’d brought his tired girls home.
He went to the front lawn and apparated.
The place where he arrived was as different as possible from the peaceful seafront property he left from. The ministry of magic Atrium was always busy and chaotic. People were all over, forming a crowd. Harry strolled out of the designated apparition point like any one else without announcing himself. Despite his efforts, it didn’t take long for people to notice him.
Harry waved and said hello to people who called for his attention. He gave two autographs, which was less than usual. Finally, he managed to escape that room, slipping into an elevator. Luckily, no one was pushy enough to follow him into it, so he was given a reprieve from all the hero worship.
Harry sighed, blowing air between his lips. There was a very good reason he and Fleur lived where they did. The only kind of hero worship he had ever been able to get behind was the kind that very select witches bestowed on his body.
The elevator took him to the floor of the minister’s office. Strolling out, Harry waved to Hermione’s secretary, who smiled back.
“Right on time Mr. Potter,” she said.
He gave her a warm look and opened the door.
Inside, Harry found his second oldest friend slaving away. She always looked older than her actual age when she was at work. Britain’s youngest over minister of magic, Hermione Granger had complained privately that the job made her into the world’s most premature old woman.
As soon as she saw Harry, Hermione’s face brightened. The wrinkles he'd seen as he entered all vanished.
“Harry! You said that you would be coming by.” Hermione pushed away her work without a second of hesitation. “Did you need something?”
“I’m actually here to give you a heads up,” Harry said. He sat down in the chair Hermione kept for guests; a place he was more than used to taking up by now. “I’ll be leaving the country tomorrow.”
Hermione’s face fell. “Why?”
“It’s Wanda. The Sanctums have her going on trial,” he said.
Hermione started looking more like a minister and less like his friend. “Do you want me to get her out of it? I could force them to back off.”
“You know how stubborn they are. They already look down on our kind,” Harry said. “Wanda isn’t guilty, so let’s just let her prove it to them. I won’t be sending her alone, either. Fleur and I are going along.”
Hermione’s eyes got a knowing glimmer. “Where is the trial?”
“New York,” Harry said.
“What a surprise, one of Fleur’s favorite vacation destinations,” Hermione chuckled.
Harry smiled to show that played a part. “It’s more than that, though. She’s really taken a liking to Wanda,” Harry confessed. “I don't think it’s a passing interest, either. You know how Fleur is. She really believes in fate. I’m not complaining about that. It’s why she chose to marry me.”
“As if you aren’t an utter catch, Harry Potter,” Hermione said, shaking her head at him. She glanced at him shyly. “So… how long until I can make another “destressing” trip?”
“I don’t know when I’ll be back in the country. I assume crossing the pond is a bit much,” Harry said.
“Well, it would cause an international incident if the British minister ran into MACUSA territory without due cause,” Hermione said dryly. “Other than that, I’m sure it would work out!”
“Right. I thought as much,” Harry said. “So I decided to pay you a visit.”
“Yes, it was kind of you to let me know in person,” Hermione said.
She looked downtrodden. As she had put it herself in the past, Harry’s dick sometimes felt like the only thing keeping her sane. She didn’t visit him OFTEN, per se, but she relied heavily on the visits that she did squeeze in.
“I came for more than that,” Harry revealed.
Hermione promptly perked up. Before she coudl voice any kind of question, Harry pulled something out from behind his back.
Hermione found herself staring at velvety brown bunny ears that were a perfect match for her hair.
“Oh,” Hermione said.
LINE BREAK
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Rattle! Rattle! Rattle!
“Hnnnnnggghh! F-Fuck! Oh! AHHH!” Hermione screamed.
She was wearing her ankles like headphones, folded like a lawn chair on her own desk. Her name plague wobbled and dropped to the floor. Harry had her pinned on top of her paperwork, her pussy spasming and her big soft bunny ears twitching violently.
“How’s that minister? Does it feel good?” Harry asked.
“D-Destroy me! Pleaaaaaaseeeeee…” Hermione squealed.
Her impressive robes had been torn off of her body and thrown into the corner. Harry’s robes were on top of them, much the same way he was on top her Hermione. Harry had climbed onto the desk and was fucking Hermione from above. Her heavy desk was thumping into the floor so loudly it could probably be heard on the next level down.
“Remember, after this, you’ll have to do without our appointments for some time. So let it all out, Hermione,” Harry said.
His friend shook. He usually called her “minister” while they fucked, enjoying the kinky effect it had. Switching back to “Hermione” felt intimate in its place, stimulating Hermione’s body. She rapidly fired discharge on his dick. Hermione’s pussy juices were starting to stain her paperwork. She’d have to think up a nifty excuse to explain that one.
Harry was holding Hermione’s lithe calves to keep her pinned in this position. He ran his thumbs over her skin while he was pumping her crotch. Her skin was smooth and flawlessly shaved. Harry stretched his neck and kissed Hermione’s lips. She let him, and eagerly kissed him back
The magical bunny ears from Lavender moved in expressive ways. They swung around almost like antennae. Harry hadn’t bothered bringing the matching bunny girl outfit for this. That would have been hot, but he wanted Hermione exactly the way he had her right now: wearing nothing.
Even though Hermione hadn’t taken his first time (Fleur managed to snag that honor) the length of the relationship between the two of them translated into sexual chemistry. Harry had been pounding her snatch off and on for years now. He knew all of Hermione’s kinks and weak spots. Taking advantage of one, he whispered into her ear while he was pounding her.
“Go all out,” he said.
The last of Hermione’s inhibitions faded away. She took her hands, which he had left free, and flashed peace signs. She looked straight out of a hentai. Since Hermione was a muggleborn, that might’ve been exactly where she learned the pose.
Maybe Lavender was doing similar research, given that she had developed real life bunny girl outfits.
“Please give me your load master!” Hermione screamed.
She was in charge of the entire country. Sure, there was Wizengamot and she had her cabinet of officials, but Hermione was the most important person in the ministry. She always had to look strong and act decisively. Even in difficult situations, she had to believe that her approach was correct and hide any doubt.
The success of a tenure was a testament to how often she really did get it right. But that much pressure wore on her. She could never show when she wasn’t confident, because that would make everything worse.
Only here could she vent everything that she usually had to hide. Harry would never judge her. Not only had he already seen her at her lowest points, he loved her BECAUSE of them, not just in spite of them.
Harry Potter knew Hermione Granger the woman. He would never be able to see her as a larger than life figure like the minister of magic. He just saw his old friend.
In other words, there was no man in the world better suited to taking control of her in bed and giving Hermione a chance to be the one taking orders.
“I love you master! Does my body make you feel good? I’ll try to make myself tighter, just for you!” Hermione squealed.
Her subordinates wouldn’t have believed she could sound like this even if you used the Imperius curse to make it happen. Hermione’s voice had gotten bubbly and squeaky as she begged for Harry’s approval. She was looking him right in the eyes, her eyes full of deference and love. Harry briefly noted that he really did have the most powerful woman in the country pinned on her desk with her ankles looking like hair accessories.
Although he should’ve been used to it… How do you get used to something like this? It’ll always be bloody hot.
“Where do you want it?” Harry asked.
“Inside!” Hermione said. “Inside! Inside! Inside!”
“How do we ask for what we want,” Harry chided her gently.
“PLEASE FEED MY PUSSY YOUR THICK AND CREAMY CUM MASTER!” Hermione screamed.
Harry had ensured that they wouldn’t be overheard or interrupted with a liberal use of magic. All the same, the thought of Hermione’s voice leaking out of the office crossed his mind. She was screaming at the top of her lungs.
It was exceptionally good, heartfelt begging from such a powerful woman. Hermione had followed his instructions excellently, all things considered. That deserved a reward.
“Alright,” he said out loud. “You’ve convinced me.”
Plap! Plap! Plap! PLAP!
Harry’s resounding final thrust made Hermione’s desk creak. In seconds, a tidal wave of cum infiltrated her cunt, conquering her womb. Harry crawled backwards and studied the work he had done.
Hermione was still holding up peace signs. Her curly hair was plastered to the desk behind her head. Harry’s cum was streaming out of her creampied pussy, totally ruining her copy of a proposed Wizengamot measure. The bunny ears he had given her were more alive and reactive than ever: they had curved together, getting into funny shapes with their tips touching, forming a big heart outline above Hermione’s head.
“Thaaaaank youuuuuuu…” Hermione said.
Harry reached out and patted her mound the way that one might pat someone’s head when you were proud of them.
“Hang in there without me,” he said. “I know you’ll keep the country safe and things flowing smoothly. Just try not to go insane before I get back.”
“I’ll do my besssssst…” Hermione moaned.
Harry smiled. To make sure she had the best chance possible, before he left her office, he made sure to put her in three more positions, fucking her on every corner of her desk. When Harry’s hour long appointment ended, Hermione had been thoroughly filled and her had her lust tided over (as much as it could be).
Harry had given notice for his upcoming disappearance and prepared his girls for the trip. All that was left the following day was to actually cross the ocean.
Next stop: New York.
Comments
David
I'm not necessarily opposed to the idea, but my priority right now is to get this story, Dealing with Devils, and a Naruto story going first. I don't want to have too many long stories going at the same time. I do want to end Growth Spurt at some point too, although there's still quite a ways to go with that.
Mezz015
Have you ever thought of making a full length smut fic with MCU Peter Parker from civil war fucking women left and right first as a way to lose his virginity but later on he’s just fucking women
