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A Potter Office Romance (Ch. 2 - Welcome Party)
🕑 Added 2025-03-17 04:15:49 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters are 18+.
The dim light of the office cast long shadows across the scattered parchments and quills that littered Harry's desk. The clock had struck six, yet he remained, hunched over the papers before him, quill in hand, as he poured over the reports of a recent breach of the International Statute of Secrecy. He hardly noticed the soft click of his office door, and the subsequent clatter of his secretary's heels against the wooden floorboards as she entered.
Selena was dressed in her usual uniform, a tight, black pencil skirt that accentuated her long, toned legs and a low-cut, white blouse that revealed the gentle swell of her ample cleavage. The soft, golden light from the window caught the loose curls of her long, platinum-blonde hair, causing the individual strands to glisten as they cascaded down her back. Her slender fingers brushed against the surface of his desk as she leaned in, skimming through the parchments with a practised eye.
Harry looked up from his work, his eyes immediately falling upon the most heavenly sight he'd ever beheld. Bent over his desk as Selena were, it was impossible not to drink in the expanse of her plunging neckline, revealing the gentle curve of her breasts as they swelled over the tight bodice of her blouse. His eyes continued their slow descent, over her tiny waist, her round hips, the curve of her perfect ass, and down to her shapely thighs, always framed by the fitted skirt that hugged her long, lean legs.
"Still at it, Potter?" Selena asked, her voice a mix of boredom and amusement. "It's late. You should learn to delegate some of this grunt work to your underlings."
Harry sighed, leaning back in his chair as he rubbed his temples. "I would, but unfortunately, I seem to be surrounded by incompetents," he retorted, his eyes flicking up from her perfect body to meet hers.
Selena rolled her eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Charming as ever, I see. Anyway, I'm heading out. Just wanted to remind you about the welcome party tonight."
Harry groaned inwardly, having completely forgotten about the blasted event. "I was planning on giving it a miss," he admitted, already picturing the peaceful evening he could have at home, away from the noise and the crowds.
Selena scoffed, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You can't be serious. You're the boss, Potter. It would look pretty bad if you didn't show up to welcome the new recruits."
Harry gritted his teeth, knowing she was right. Damn her, he thought, always fucking right. "Fine," he conceded, his voice tight with irritation. "I'll be there. But only because I have to be."
Selena's lips curved into a triumphant smile, and she pushed off from his desk, her hips swaying gently as she made her way to the door. "See you there, then, boss," she called over her shoulder, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Harry watched her go, his eyes lingering on the gentle sway of her hips as she walked away. He couldn't help but admire the view, even as he cursed her very existence. Why does she have to be so fucking infuriating? he wondered, his cock already half-hard from the mere sight of her.
...
Several hours later, Harry found himself standing in the crowded bar, nursing a lukewarm beer as he watched the festivities unfold around him. The welcome party was in full swing, the air filled with the raucous laughter and chatter of his colleagues and the newest batch of recruits. He had to admit, it felt good to see the Department of Magical Law Enforcement growing, even as he knew it would mean even more work piled onto his already overflowing plate.
Just need to get through tonight, and I can go home, he thought, casting his gaze around the crowded room, taking stock of the attendees.
That was when he spotted her, her blonde curls cascading down her back like a golden waterfall as she sat at the bar, engaged in conversation with a few of the younger recruits. She looked stunning in her blue dress, plunging neckline and all, her cleavage on full display and accentuating the gentle swell of her perfect breasts. The tight bodice hugged her small waist and rounded hips, drawing the eye along the curve of her firm ass and down her shapely legs.
Fucking hell, he thought, his cock twitching in his trousers as he drank in the sight of her. She's a fucking bombshell.
It pained him to admit it, but Selena Malfoy was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He hated her attitude, her arrogance, and her infuriating smirk, but he couldn't deny the effect she had on him. And that's half the problem, he thought bitterly, his eyes lingering on the gentle curve of her ass as she shifted in her seat. She knows exactly what she's doing to me, the fucking tease.
As if sensing his gaze, Selena turned, her eyes meeting his across the crowded room. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips, and she raised her glass to him in a mocking toast. Harry scowled, looking away as he took a long pull from his beer, trying to ignore the throbbing ache in his trousers.
As the night wore on, the party took a decidedly wild turn. The alcohol flowed freely, and the inhibitions of the attendees began to slip away. Harry found himself drawn into the revelry, his initial reluctance fading as he downed beer after beer, the warm buzz of alcohol coursing through his veins.
He couldn't help but notice the way his colleagues and subordinates were pushing him and Selena together, their not-so-subtle attempts at matchmaking growing bolder with each passing hour. He tried to resist, to keep his distance, but it was a losing battle. Every time he turned around, there she was, her blue eyes sparkling as she teased and taunted him, her body a constant distraction that left him aching with desire.
"Alright, alright, settle down, everyone!" Tonks called out, her loud voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. "I think it's time for a little game, don't you?"
The crowd cheered in agreement, and Harry groaned inwardly, knowing exactly where this was headed.
"How about a game of Truth or Dare?" she suggested, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
The crowd roared their approval, and Harry felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. This is going to end badly, he thought, his eyes flicking to Selena, who was watching him with a smug smile, as if she knew exactly what was going through his head.
The game began, and the dares grew increasingly outrageous as the night wore on. Harry found himself drawn into the madness, his competitive spirit rising to the challenge as he completed dare after dare, his inhibitions fading away with each passing round and downed shot.
And then, inevitably, it was Selena's turn.
"Selena, I dare you to sit in Harry's lap for the rest of the round," Angelina called out, her voice clear as a bell over the drunken cheers and laughter.
Harry's eyes widened in alarm, and he shook his head vehemently. "No way," he protested, his heart pounding in his chest as he imagined the feel of her soft, warm body pressed against his. "Absolutely not."
Selena, however, seemed entirely unfazed by the dare. She stood up from her seat, her hips swaying gently as she made her way towards him, her eyes locked onto his. "What's the matter, Potter?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Scared you won't be able to control yourself?"
Harry gritted his teeth, his cock already hardening at the mere thought of her sitting in his lap. "I just don't think it's appropriate," he growled, his voice tight with tension.
Selena shrugged, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "It's just a bit of fun, Potter. Lighten up."
And with that, she lowered herself onto his lap, her firm ass pressing against his groin as she wiggled slightly, getting comfortable. Harry let out a strangled groan, his cock quickly growing to full mast and pressing incessantly against the fabric of his trousers. There was no way she couldn't feel it, no way she didn't know the effect she was having on him.
And then, to his utter horror, she began to grind against him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles as she leaned back against his chest. Harry's breath hitched, his heart pounding as he felt the soft, warm pressure of her body against his, her ass pressing firmly against his throbbing, 12-inch erection.
"Selena," he growled, his voice low and warning. "What the fuck are you doing?" Yet he couldn't help his traitorous hands, slipping down to hold her hips.
She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide and innocent. "Just having a bit of fun, Potter," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You should try it sometime."
Harry gritted his teeth, his hands digging into the flesh of her hips as tried to resist the urge to grind back; to show her just how much she was affecting him. She's doing this on purpose, he thought, his cock throbbing with each slow, torturous grind of her hips. She's trying to make me lose control and humiliate me.
And it was working. He could feel his resolve slipping, his body aching with the need to take her, to claim her, to make her his. He could feel the heat of her body against his, the soft, sweet scent of her perfume filling his nostrils, and it was all he could do not to toss her down onto the nearest flat surface and thrust his long, fat cock into her tight pussy.
But he couldn't. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that she had won, that she had bested him.
And so, with a Herculean effort, he pushed her off of him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to regain control. Selena stood up, a triumphant smile spreading across her face as she looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with victory.
"Too much for you, Potter?" she taunted, that infuriating smirk back on her lips.
Harry scowled, his cock still throbbing painfully in his trousers. "Fuck you, Selena," he growled, his voice tight with frustration.
Selena laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver of desire coursing through him. "In your dreams, maybe," she retorted, before turning and sauntering over to get another drink, her hips swaying victoriously as she went.
...
As the party began to wind down, Harry found himself standing by the exit, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Selena. He couldn't let the night end like this, with her thinking she had won, that she had bested him. He needed to even the score, to put her in her place and regain some semblance of control.
He spotted her by the bar, her blonde curls shining under the dim lights as she chatted with a few of the recruits. Harry took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. He stalked towards her, his eyes locked onto hers as she turned to face him, her expression wary.
Selena backed up against the wall as he approached, her eyes widening slightly as he leaned in, one hand braced against the wall beside her head. Harry could see the pulse fluttering in her neck, the way her pupils dilated as he leaned in closer, the slight tremor in her lip, and the way her delectable chest rose and fell with each sharp intake of breath.
She thinks I'm going to kiss her, he realised, a smug smile spreading across his face as he saw her eyes flutter closed, her lips pursing in anticipation.
But however tempting it was to press his lips to hers, he knew that finally getting one over her would feel even better. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, "You think you're so clever, don't you, Malfoy? But you're playing with fire, and you're going to get burned."
Selena's eyes flew open, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she realised her predicament. Harry chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He reached up, his fingers gently caressing her cheek before giving it a squeeze, relishing in the feeling of her soft, smooth skin beneath his fingertips.
"Goodnight, Selena," he murmured, his voice husky. "Sweet dreams."
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her blushing and frustrated as he made his way out of the bar, a satisfied smile on his face. Let's see how she likes being teased, he thought, his cock still throbbing with unquenched desire as he stepped out into the cool night air. Two can play at that game, Malfoy.
Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters are 18+.
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