Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

The Ministry (Harry Potter)

A/N: The Ministry is a commissioned one shot that was originally written back in December of 2020. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: In the wake of Harry's defeat of Voldemort, there's been a surge of young leadership taking over the Ministry. Meanwhile, Harry himself just wants to keep hunting down Death Eaters as an Auror. But his new boss disagrees with his methods, forcing him to respond.

Themes: Rough Sex, Master/Slave, Dom/Sub

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"Enough is enough, Madam Minister! He needs to be stopped! It's time to do IT!"

Up until this point, Hermione Granger has been sat behind her desk in the Minister of Magic's office (HER office) paying only at most a third of attention to the Head of her DMLE, Susan Bones. The young busty red head had been once again ranting and pacing back and forth across the floor of her office about the Ministry's star Auror, complaining that he was a loose cannon, that he was overstepping his bounds yet again.

But now, Hermione sits up straight in her chair, back going ramrod rigid as she gives Susan her full attention. Something that the DMLE Director was clearly expecting, given the satisfied smirk on her face.

"I'm serious, Minister Granger. I think that it's time to enact the plan. This is the straw that's broken the camel's back."

Hermione, to put it bluntly, blanches. Because… it's not just anyone that they're talking about. It's her best friend and more importantly the Savior of the Wizarding World, Harry James Potter. After disappearing in their Seventh Year on some secret training mission, only to come back and soundly spank Lord Voldemort in a wizarding duel, Harry had made it his mission to… well, clean up the Dark Lord's messes.

He'd even renounced his titles and his seats in the Wizengamot, declaring that he had no time for shitty politics! Of course, he hadn't renounced his claims to the fortunes tied to those titles, and no one was about to tell him he wasn't allowed to be extremely rich while also giving up the title of 'Lord'. And in the end, despite his declaration, Harry's very presence was enough of an influence to cause a massive shift and change.

For the first time ever, the Ministry of Magic was filled with the youngest generation of adults that the Wizarding World had on offer. Not only was Hermione Granger the Minister of Magic, but Susan Bones was also the head of the DMLE, Daphne Greengrass was the Head Unspeakable, Neville Longbottom was head of Magical Transportation… it went on and on. While the Wizengamot was still full of old fools, the Ministry was not, and as a result, the Wizengamot had to bow to the younger generation more and more.

That was all thanks to Harry. More specifically, that was all thanks to the fear and awe that so many had for him. Because he didn't just stop with one Dark Lord. After Voldemort's defeat, Harry had gone on to become an Auror in no time at all, passing all of the tests with flying colors. As soon as he'd been put out on the field, however, he'd… well, he'd started taking out the trash. Of his own initiative. Following his own purview.

At this point, Harry James Potter was effectively rogue, and there didn't seem to be much that they could do about it. They couldn't DECLARE him a rogue Auror, because then the public would turn on them as fast as they'd turned for them in the elections. Nor could they really rein him in, because… well, he was Harry Potter.

Except now Susan was bringing up the Nuclear Option. As his direct superior and supposed boss, Director Bones was stuck dealing with Harry the most, with Hermione only really seeing him on a more friendly, non-professional basis most of the time. Which meant Susan was the one most fed up with Harry's behavior. As such, the red headed witch had developed a… plan.

"You want to do that? Are you sure about this, Susan?"

Jaw set, hands clenched into fists, her eyes blazing with righteous fury, Susan nods.

"I'm QUITE sure about this, Madam Minister. This latest property damage in Knockturn is only the cherry on top of the shit sundae Auror Potter has been serving us for months now! If we can't rein him in… then I don't want him in my Department any longer!"

Well, they couldn't have that, now could they? Hermione bites her lower lip and worries it between her teeth for a moment, contemplating the situation she finds herself in. In the end, she doesn't see another way forward. She's made so many excuses for Harry at this point that she herself is starting to go a little mad. It looks like poor Susan is already at the end of HER rope.

Rather than losing one of the best DMLE Heads that the Ministry has ever had, Hermione knows she has to do what she has to do.

"… Very well then. I suppose I'll call Harry in."

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"Mione! What'd ya need me for?"

"Harry~ Why don't you have a seat? I'm going to be giving you a yearly performance review!"

As the Minister of Magic greets her wayward champion warmly, standing up and directing him to a seat in front of her desk, Susan Bones hides beneath an invisibility cloak in the corner of the room. Upon entering, Potter had let his gaze sweep across the office, an obvious habit of his, but it didn't look like he'd seen her. At least, his gorgeous emerald green eyes hadn't stopped on her for even a second.

That was good. That was very good. Susan watches as the rogue auror ambles forward. She watches as he takes his seat.

… And then she watches as Hermione Granger, in direct defiance of her station, plops herself down in Harry's lap like a cheap hooker, wrapping her arms around the surprised wizard's neck as she pulls herself up and him down so she can plant her lips on his for an extended snogging session. A wicked grin plays across the red head's face as Harry stiffens for a moment before ultimately succumbing to the kiss.

In fact, the auror doesn't just succumb, he begins to reciprocate properly, his hands going to Hermione's sides to secure her in his lap, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and pressing into hers. It'd be kind of hot, spying on two people going at it like this, but Susan's hatred for everything Harry Potter has put her through is too much for her to enjoy the show.

Or at least, that's what she tells herself, even as her slit gets wetter and wetter at the sight of Hermione seducing Harry. This was all part of the plan, of course. All part of the master plan that Susan Bones herself had come up with.

As Hermione starts to go even further, working open Harry's robes and allowing him to do the same to her own clothing until garments are flying off to the sides and they're both getting progressively more and more naked, Susan just grins raunchily, fingering the cock ring she's currently holding in her hand. Once the Minister of Magic had Harry right where she wanted him, all tuckered out after a long… hard… ride, then Susan would step in.

When Hermione got off Harry's cock, Susan would slip over, invisible as can be, and place the prototype magical item on Harry's member. The Cock Ring of Control would force Harry to obey, it would bring him in line with the other aurors, and it would give Susan and Hermione absolute authority over the rogue man.

Frankly, Susan understood the Minister's concerns. Harry Potter was just too damn popular for them to let him go, let alone arrest him for the massive amounts of property damage he always left in his wake. He was a loose cannon that gave Susan no end of headaches, but he was also the public's darling who could do no wrong, the Man-Who-Won and who defeated Voldemort not once but twice, along with so many of his Death Eaters.

This way though, everyone was happy! The public would still be pleased that Harry was working for the Ministry, and Susan would finally be able to rest easy at night knowing her so-called top auror wasn't out performing crimes in the pursuit of one of his ludicrously reckless, bordering on vigilantism 'investigations'.

"Oh Harry~ You're so biiiig~"

"F-Fuck, Mione… you're so fucking tight!"

Ah, it's starting. Susan grins as Hermione, now divested of everything including her undergarments, slowly impales herself on Harry's cock. The young, bodacious Minister of Magic (probably the hottest they'd ever had in Susan's opinion) moans and tosses her head back as she begins to ride Harry's massive schlong. The man himself takes this as an invitation and begins to suck and slurp at Hermione's breasts.

… It honestly doesn't look like Granger is doing quite as much dominating as she's supposed to be. The Minister had assured Susan that she would be able to tire Harry out, but instead it's almost like Hermione is the one being taken for a ride. His strong, masculine hands on her hips, Harry begins to bounce Hermione up and down his cock like she's a fuck doll, causing the buxom brunette bookworm to squeal and shake on his cock as she quickly reaches her first orgasm riding his dick.

Susan bites her lower lip, blushing profusely as she watches and listens in on the spectacle. She's still playing with the cock ring in one hand, but her other hand… her other hand has descended down betwixt her thighs without her input. The heel of her palm is now grinding against her clothed cunt, which is starting to soak through her panties and robes faster and faster. Gasping, panting for breath, Susan watches as Harry hugs Hermione close… and then stands up.

The Minister of Magic yelps as she's lifted into the air, her arms already wrapped around his neck and her legs joining them to wrap around his waist, even as Harry holds her easily. Chuckling darkly, the powerful wizard wastes no time in gripping tightly at her buttocks and bouncing her even harder and faster up and down on his cock, much to Hermione's ecstasy and blissful content from what Susan can see of the other witch's face.

He's… he's wrecking her. This isn't going the way that they wanted at all! Hermione Granger is getting positively DESTROYED by Potter's big fat cock, the Minister of Magic howling as she's defiled and plowed silly right there in her very own office!

Just as Susan is thinking all of this, her hand now down her panties, two fingers pistoning away at her cunt… Harry looks right over at her and grins wickedly.

"You ready to come out yet, 'boss'? Something tells me your little plan isn't going to work out the way you want it to."

Susan freezes up at being so casually found out, while Hermione continues to moan and bounce up and down on his cock. She's proving his point for him, not even cognizant enough at this point to register his words or the fact that he knew the red head was there the entire time. Hermione is lost to her, which means its just Susan versus Harry… and she's really not sure she can win.

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As his supposed boss comes out from under the invisibility cloak that she thought would hide her from his gaze, it's with her wand in one shaking (glistening) hand, and the cock ring in the other. Harry doesn't even bother moving his own hands from Hermione's ass as he continues to bounce the moaning, broken Minister of Magic up and down on his dick to his heart's content. He just focuses his gaze on Susan and allows his enormous magical energy to do the 'talking' for him.

With a cry, the red head goes crashing to her knees, both wand and cock ring falling from her hands as said hands are forced palm down onto the floor, the immense pressure of Harry's magic permeating the room and weighing down on her like a ton of bricks. Except it's not quite so physical. It's metaphysical, which means there's mental and emotional aspects to it as well.

Susan shudders as she feels her cunt grow even wetter, positively gushing now. She MOANS as her nipples harden beneath her robes to the point of discomfort. It gets so bad that the moment Harry lets up on the pressure, her first instinct isn't to grab up her wand and the experimental cock ring of control in order to counter attack… it's to reach up and tear open her robes and bra, exposing her chest as she falls back on her haunches, mewling in relief.

By the time the red head has come back to herself, Harry has already stolen her wand and the cock ring away, both of them floating high in the air above his head under the control of his magic, even as he continues to bounce Hermione up and down on his dick. Her face is pressed into his impressively muscular chest at this point, her arms and legs wrapped around him as she moans wantonly and pitifully.

Harry just looks at all of this, Hermione moaning on his cock and Susan moaning on the floor, and smiles.

"Did you think I wouldn't know what you two were planning, Susie?"

The pet name pisses his so-called boss off to no end, but there's nothing she can do about it now but glare at him impotently for a moment before her face contorts once more in reluctant pleasure. He's actually giving her a full body massage right now with his massage, he's just being none too gentle about it. Still, she's getting quite the pleasurable experience, one that Harry is pretty sure she doesn't really deserve.

"I'm disappointed that you managed to wrangle one of my best friends into this hair-brained scheme of yours. This is the kind of idiotic shit I've come to expect from Pureblood Witches, especially brain-dead Death Eaters… but Hermione should have been smarter than this."

The brunette in question is practically drooling against Harry's chest at this point, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue waggling back and forth across his pectorals as she clenches and squeezes down quite beautifully around his cock. Letting out a chuckle, Harry shrugs his shoulders.

"Ah well. I suppose it's true what they say. Power corrupts."

Lifting one hand off of Hermione's ass finally, Harry crooks back a single finger in Susan's direction. The 'come hither' gesture results in the gasping, moaning, panting, kneeling red head being dragged across the floor until she's doing all four of those things right beside him and Hermione, staring up at him with something akin to the awe and respect Harry is used to, but still tinged with an undercurrent of anger.

"You've been a bad girl, Susie. Apologize."

He doesn't wait for her to answer him, he's not looking for a verbal apology anyways. He IS looking for an oral apology though. Another surge of his magic forces Susan forward, and a moment later the red head is being forced to lick and lap at his balls, suckling them with a feverish abandon that isn't entirely her own.

At the same time, he allows her to touch herself finally, and the witch immediately begins doing so, his supposed direct superior, as well as his boss' boss, both moaning wantonly and lewdly while at the same time getting absolutely fucked. Susan plows her cunt with her fingers just as fast as Harry is bouncing Hermione up and down on his dick, resulting in the two women's voices growing louder and louder despite being muffled by his balls and chest respectively.

They thought they could hide their plans from him, like he didn't know what they were thinking, what they were feeling. Harry was no idiot, and when he'd defeated Voldemort, he'd absorbed the Dark Lord's magic into himself, literally eradicating his soul in the process. It'd been a nasty bit of magic that had done that, but it'd done what it was designed to do and spread out to all of Voldemort's horcruxes at the same time, including annihilating the leech in Harry's cursed scar.

What this meant was… Harry was not only magically more powerful than anyone since Merlin, but he had also gained all of Voldemort's experience with Legilimency as well. And that skill, combined with his raw power and talent, allowed him to effectively read anyone he walked into a room with. That was how he'd known Susan was hiding there from the moment he walked in. It was how he'd known for weeks now that his so-called boss was fed up with his conduct.

It was also how he hunted down Death Eaters and fledgling Dark Lords time and time again, but that was neither here nor there. As far as Harry was concerned, he wasn't on trial here. Hermione and Susan were. They'd gotten on his bad side, and they should BOTH want to get back on his good side. Luckily, Hermione at least was VERY sorry, though her apologetic attitude was currently being drowned beneath bucketloads of pleasure.

Susan Bones is currently less sorry, even as she slurps and sucks at his sweaty balls while fingering herself at a ferocious pace. She still despises him for making her job so hard, which means Harry probably needs to find a way to punish her more than he already is. Luckily, they've given him the perfect way of doing so.

Bringing the prototype magical item they'd intended to use on him down from where it was floating up above, Harry eyes it for a second before using his magic to disassemble it on the spot. A cock ring of control… how positively despicable. Such activity was the sort of thing he thought he'd only see from Death Eaters, but it seemed that the rot extended to more Purebloods then just them. If Susan thought she could control him, well, she had another thing coming.

As he continues to bounce Hermione up and down on his dick and force Susan to lick and clean his balls, Harry reworks the individual components of the original cock ring, using magic to create matter from nothing so that he can create a couple of his own toys. What this results in is a pair of magical collars. They aren't nearly as dastardly as the cock ring was, they won't give him absolute control over Hermione and Susan… but they will teach the two little tarts a lesson they're likely to never forget.

With a loud groan, Harry unloads inside of Hermione, filling her with his seed. She squeals in response, cumming explosively from the sensation. Then, he pulls her off of his cock and forces her down to her knees as well so that she and Susan are right next to each other. Slapping Hermione across the face a few times with his messy member gets her attention back on him, allowing her to focus again, pulling her from the state of mind broken euphoria she was in mere moments before.

"You've been a very bad girl, Mione. Are you sorry?"

Blanching, Hermione looks up at him with something like fear in her eyes. There's also a whole lot of lust and arousal and sheer NEED as well, but ultimately she bows her head, because deep down, she knows the truth. Harry put her in power, and he can just as easily take her out of it. All it would take was one comment to the Daily Prophet from him.

'My faith in the current Ministry has been irrevocably shattered.'

And like that, the public would turn on Hermione and her Administration, they would turn on ALL of them. It wasn't hyperbole to say that Harry was, hands down, Hermione's most important voter.

"Y-Yes! Yes, I'm sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong to go along with Susan's plans!"

Next to her, Susan gasps at the betrayal, glaring at her boss, clearly offended. Harry's not sure what the red head expected though, really. Their plan had ultimately failed immediately, and Hermione WAS his best friend. Regardless, with a smile on his lips that doesn't reach his glowing emerald eyes, Harry holds out one of the two collars he's fashioned up to Hermione.

The humiliated Minister of Magic doesn't even hesitate, she immediately takes it and puts it on, blushing as she does so, but nevertheless willingly cinching it around her neck. The moment she's finished doing so, she gasps as the magic takes hold. It's not quite the level of control that they would have had over him if their stupid, idiotic little plan had worked. But it certainly has it's effects, making Hermione moan wantonly as she feels his magic more closely, feels it caressing her, enveloping her, ultimately… dominating her.

Looking over at Susan, Harry raises an eyebrow.

"And how about you, Susie? Are you sorry?"

Finally allowed to pull off of his balls with a pop, Susan glares daggers up at him. Or rather, she tries to. In all honesty, her gaze is just as filled with lust, ruining the effect as her anger wars with arousal and sheer need across her features. Still, she finds the strength all the same.

"S-Screw you… b-bastard!"

Chuckling, having been expecting such a response from the red head, Harry flicks out the other collar, using his magic to wrap it around Susan's neck for her. She gasps just like Hermione as his magic settles over her in a semi-permanent way, dominating her but not outright controlling her. It's not so much mind control as showing both witches just how outclassed by him they truly are. It's mental domination of the finest order, and Harry grins wickedly as he flicks his fingers upwards.

"Up. Bend over the desk, sluts."

Hermione and Susan both do as they're told, albeit the latter with more reluctance than the former. Still, soon enough they're each bent over the front of the Minister of Magic's desk. With a burst of his magical power, Harry removes the rest of Susan's clothes so she's just as naked as Hermione, the two of them wearing nothing but their collars as they unconsciously wiggle and wave their gorgeous, glorious asses back in his direction.

Hm, but they are missing something… after a moment of thought, Harry lets out a wicked grin and reaches out with both hands. His index fingers come down on Hermione and Susan's left ass cheeks, and the two witches squeal and spasm even as they find themselves locked in place, unable to move as Harry brands their asses with his signature.

He doesn't technically have a house sigil anymore. He's technically still a Potter, but he gave up his lordship and titles so he could focus solely on his crusade against Dark Magic in all of its many forms. So, since he doesn't have a sigil or a coat of arms to apply to their buttocks, he goes with his initials, stylizing it so that the end of the P in 'HP' is jagged like a lightning bolt.

Eventually, he's finished up, both of their asses marked with near identical tattoos of his initials. Their squeals die back down… until Harry steps up and thrusts his cock right into Susan's unprotected, unfucked cunt. Hermione, already dripping cum out of her own creampied twat, can only watch from the side as Harry fucks her DMLE Director bent over her desk. Meanwhile, Susan squeals and screams as she creams herself, eyes rolling around in her skull, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

The collar makes it so she feels everything Harry is doing to her FAR more acutely. It does so for Hermione as well, when he finally reaches over almost as an afterthought and begins to finger the Minister's asshole in preparation for where his massive cock is going to go NEXT.

Really, Susan should have known better than to bring Hermione into this plan of hers. She would have had a better chance of succeeding, though it still would have been next to zero given his ability to read her mind, her emotions, and her intentions as easily as anything. But Hermione… Hermione was the worst possible choice to 'tire him out' so that Susan could slip the cock ring over his dick.

After all, Harry knew Hermione inside and out. And Hermione knew that as well. Even as much as the Minister of Magic liked to say their Hogwarts days were in the past, even as much as she liked to pretend she was the prim and proper Minister now… Harry knew better. After all, she'd been his Head Slut back at Hogwarts during their final year together while he was Head Boy, and now here she was again, once more his Head Slut.

They'd had a lot of fun back at Hogwarts, the two of them, but Harry had never really taken it too seriously, even as he knew Hermione struggled with moving on. There was a reason she'd never managed to find another boyfriend, let alone a husband. Normally an unmarried muggleborn witch would never be able to win the Minister of Magic position, but Harry had given her his official endorsement, and the public had voted for Hermione in droves.

Regardless, once a slut, always a slut it would seem. Hermione had barely lasted half a minute into her attempted seduction and domination of him before she fell back into all of her old habits. The only thing she had yet to do was call him Master, as a matter of fact.

"More, please! Fingerbang me harder, Master!"

… Well, scratch that off. Grinning as the Minister herself submits to Harry as her Master, he chuckles and pistons even harder out of Susan's cunt while practically fisting Hermione's asshole at this point. In public, they would continue to be his boss and his boss' boss. But in private, they were his bitches now, and all three of them knew that.

There was no going back to the way things were, not anymore. With another loud groan, Harry fills Susan with his seed. Then, without even hesitating, he swaps his cock from her creampied cunt over to Hermione's ass, fucking the poor Minister over her own desk from behind, anally plowing her to kingdom cum.

All was well that ended well, Harry supposed. Though if this was what his boss and Hermione were plotting… it might be time for him to take a look at the entire Ministry, just to be safe. Who knew what sort of corruption was going on amongst the other Department Heads, right under his nose?

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