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Lightning Strikes Twice Ch. 60 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2024-12-11 16:33:12 +0000 UTCA/N: Hestia Jones was previously established as having a voyeurism fetish, in case you guys forgot :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 sucking 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, you’re going to help me in… ensuring Hestia’s loyalty, alright?”
A shiver runs down Amelia’s spine at her Master’s tone. But at this point, it’s not like she has much professional pride left. She would always put one hundred and ten percent into her job of course, and she would be whatever Harry needed her to be… but if he wanted to 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 command me.”
Harry grins at that, and then explains what he intends. Even Amelia can’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 decline 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 someone with 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 needed to talk very much anyways. That was what the Director was for.
Still, now there was a deserved promotion. Frankly, there wasn’t a single other witch or wizard in the entire 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 streamlined the Minister’s Office first and then began working out from there and turning the Ministry into more and more of a well-oiled machine day after day.
Amelia was effectively doing to the rest of the Ministry of Magic what she’d already done to her own department 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 efficiently.
Reaching the office, Hestia swallows and then knocks on the door, stepping in a moment later 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 honest.
“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 been settling 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 cling to and always know they could rely on. It was certainly a time of change 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 last month had been… stressful to say the least. And yet, if Hestia really couldn’t handle it, she would have asked to be demoted by now. Instead, she’d stuck it out. And honestly, the stress was a good kind of stress. It was a stress that kept her busy and kept 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 satisfaction. However, just as she’s opening her mouth to thank Madam Bones for her encouragement… 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 finger to his lips as if to say ‘shhh’.
What… what was going on? When he passes her, Hestia turns back around so her eyes can continue tracking him, but he just continues on around the Minister’s Desk over to where Madam Bones is sat.
As for Amelia herself, she doesn’t even seem to register Harry’s presence. She’s still looking directly at Hestia, even as Harry stops right 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 conduct this past month has put those doubts to bed.”
Hestia nods wordlessly… only for her eyes to widen as Harry pulls out his cock, places a hand on Amelia’s head, and turns it slightly so he can slide his throbbing manhood between her lips right then and there. Whatever the Minister of Magic had meant to say next is completely cut off by the dick she’s now sucking on, her words muffled to the point of incomprehensibility.
A pulse of heat rushes through Hestia’s body as she watches Harry slide his cock in and out of Madam Bones’ mouth. She can’t help but think back to a similar 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 and getting off to it the whole time.
… Hestia Jones knew she was a dirty, filthy woman deep down inside. Her voyeuristic tendencies had begun back in her final year of Hogwarts when she had managed to make Head Girl. The Head Boy of her year had been… well, calling him an incorrigible playboy wouldn’t be very far off. As Head Girl and Head Boy, they were given access to their own private rooms with a shared common 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 from bringing witches into their shared common 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 places. 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 honest. She actually got way more out of watching 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 woman get dicked down by a big, strong man.
That was why she hadn’t been able to bring 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 carnal actions massively from her hiding places.
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 sucking, slurping noises fill the office, even as Amelia maintains eye contact with Hestia the entire time.
… 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 second situation… and that can’t be allowed to go on. Hestia’s perversion is one thing. But she’s still an Auror. No… rather, she’s the Head Auror now.
Surging to her feet perhaps a few seconds later 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 come from Harry… they’d come 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 glances 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… predilections.”
O-Oh. Hestia feels like the world is closing in on her for a split second, 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 company on that front, Hestia. And yet, you did not let your perversions overcome you. You stood tall against what you perceived as injustice in 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 lap. Except... w-well... Hestia is quite well-versed in what certain perverted activities look like.
In fact, she remembered times back in her Seventh Year when this exact thing had happened. She would walk in on the Head Boy and his latest conquest sitting on the couch in their shared common room, except the witch in question would be on the Head Boy’s lap. Intimate but seemingly innocuous at first glance. 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 own reaction, 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 can lay to rest any worries or concerns you might have about whether you deserved the promotion or not. Any self-doubt you might have experienced, while understandable, is ultimately incorrect.”
That… was incredibly nice of her to say. And Hestia even believes the Minister means every word as well. And yet, now that Amelia is being fucked by Harry, slowly sliding up and down his cock right in front of her, the words have new meaning. Hestia can sense the veritable ‘but’ hanging in the air.
“… Harry was the one who pushed for my promotion, wasn’t he?”
Despite his name coming up, the wizard in question doesn’t 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 clenches her thighs together hard as she resists with all her might the impulse to begin touching herself in turn.
Amelia, meanwhile, nods even as her breath hitches again.
“Y-Yes. He did in fact push for you to become Head Auror. He knew we could count 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 fucking the most powerful woman in Magical Britain right in front of her. Hestia knew Harry was special. Even disregarding the whole ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ thing, she’d recognized just how amazing he was back during that protection detail she’d been part of. He was capable of wandless, silent magic on a casual level, and honestly… he radiated power and confidence in spades.
Amelia had mentioned her own depraved sexual fantasies. Even as Hestia gets wetter and wetter, she can’t help wondering 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 outright bouncing on Harry’s cock. She clings to the edge of the Minister’s Desk, panting with increasing frequency as she looks at Hestia. Despite her flushed countenance, 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. Even the thoroughly wanton moan that leaves Amelia’s lips a moment later when Harry suddenly pinches her nipples can’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 conversation than should really be happening while the Minister of Magic is being fucked right in front of her eyes!
Comments
Alun Lewis
I picked the Harry POV option...but mainly just to start the next chapter off as the naughty fun wraps up. Especially if Harry & Amelia decide to let Hestia join in to fully seal the deal...and expand her kink to only getting off from poly combinations of partners. Once the revelations about the future start, Hestia's POV is the preferred one.
redhawktiger
I don't think there's a pov that can go wrong here lol
Robert Brown
Sticking with Hestia's pov get my vote.... because I want to know how, and/or what she feels about everything she's seeing and everything she is about to hear.
Nanaya7Nights
As always, the PoV of the intended coven member is the best way to see how they really feel about Harry & his plans.
Just_Call_Me_Steve
And so another one joins the fold, probably.
