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  Amelia has been under pressure~

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  The reward food, solid work was always more work. Amelia had uood this all her life in a way many people didn’t. And likewise, she’d always e in a way most others did not. Give her wive her something that o be done, and she’d happily put her o the grindstone a done.

  Unfortunately, the sort of work that she was being ‘rewarded’ with of te wasn’t her favorite. Not by a long shot. One would hope that Fudge’s resignation would be a good thing, and in the long run she suspected it would be. In the short run, his departure had created a power vacuum that everyone was cm to fill.

  Likewise, Lucius Malfoy’s… squibification wasn’t something Amelia would be losing any sleep over, save for the fact that he cimed it was the work of the Dark Lord. But at the same time, while the Lady Malfoy was doing her best, there were still opportunistic vultures seeking to carve little pieces of Lucius’ power and influence away for themselves.

  It was a bunch of politionsehat’s what it was. Amelia hated it. She much preferred to stay in her ne if at all possible and handle her duties as the head of the DMLE above all else.

  Unfortunately, staying in her ne had been what allowed Fudge to get away with such gross inpetence for so long. And it had beehing that let Lucius Malfoy get away with his corruption of the Ministry for so long as well.

  All in all, now that Amelia had had her eyes forcibly opeo the truth, she couldn’t close them again. It would go against everything she stood for. She had to deal with this, had to deal with everything, because frankly, it seemed like she was the only one who could.

  Even Rita fug Skeeter apparently thought so. Amelia’s eyes trail over to the copy of the day’s Daily Prophet on a er of her desk, a huff on her lips as she looks at the headline and shakes her head. She wished Rita was wrong. She wished she wasn’t the best person for the job. Part of her was eveed to give the position to Rufus. Her Head Auror was a dedicated and diligent man, but he was also ambitious to a fault. She wasn’t sure if he was the right man for the job… but she wasn’t sure if she was the right womaher.

  And then there was this news of Voldemort. She knew from HIM that the Dark Lord arently back. But what did it mean that he drained Lucius Malfoy of his magic? Amelia didn’t know what to do or what was going to happe. She didn’t-

  “You’ve been busy, Amelia.”

  Hands suddenly fall upon her shoulders as a familiar voice hits her ears. Amelia’s eyes widen and she chokes on her own spit, instinctively going for her wand before freezing up and ab the motion. He was back. Her… mysterious beor was back. A shiver runs down Amelia’s spine, even as he runs his hands over her shoulders.

  They hadn’t spoken sihat st time. Since he’d… well, since he’d decided to make her rex and stop w in a way that was very different from just puttio sleep for a time.

  For a bit, Amelia had been waiting with bated breath for his visit. It had been all she could think about. But eventually she’d e to realize he wasn’t ing bay time soon, and she’d refocused herself on her work.

  It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t always there in the back of her mind, however. His domineering voice, the way he’d touched her all over her body. The way he’d molded her, turning her into nothing more than submissive putty in his hands.

  Amelia shudders, because there was something else… something she felt obligated to ask now after ret events.

  “Who… who are you?”

  There’s a pause from the shadowy figure behind her, and thes go of her shoulders and walks around to the front of her desk, seeming to peer at her curiously.

  “Who am I? I wonder, what brings up that question now, hm? Tell me your fears, Amelia.”

  Amelia shivers. The way he says her does things to her. Things that a strong, mature witch like her should be able to ighings she shouldn’t really like or enjoy. A… a.

  Still, she forces herself to focus all the same, staring the shadowy figure down as she slowly stands up from behind her desk.

  “I just o know ohing. Are you Voldemort?”

  On the one hand, it wouldn’t make much sense. Long before Lucius lost his magid started ranting and raving about the Dark Lord’s return, the figure before her had told her that Voldemort was still alive and kig. However, what better way to go uhe radar than to be the source of informatiarding your own survival, right? And he’d even gone so far as to say that Voldemort hadn’t currently been a threat, back when she’d been trying to get to the bottom of the Sirius Bck-Peter Pettigrew situation.

  Had she been w with some sort of vengeful Lord Voldemort all this time? One who had turned on his followers for some reason? She-

  “No. I am not Voldemort.”

  Oh. Amelia’s shoulders slump in relief, and she hangs her head for a moment. She’s not sure why she believes him uioningly, only that his words feel sincere… more sihan she possibly describe. She trusts him… she yearns to trust him.

  “Is he… he’s ing baow, isn’t he? He was behind what happeo Lucius Malfoy… you must have heard about that, right?”

  There’s another pause before the shadow hums.

  “You do not o worry about Lord Voldemort, otherwise known as Tom Marvolo Riddle. I will take care of him for you, Amelia. sider him out of your hands.”

  Amelia doesn’t whine, because that would be childish. She doesn’t pout, because that would be immature. She just huff a little bit though, eyes narrowing as she frowns most severely.

  “Out of my hands? I am still the Director of the DMLE. I would sider the Dark Lord to very much fall under my purview!”

  “You have enough on your pte as it is, Amelia. Speaking of which… you’ve been w yourself to exhaustion again, haven’t you?”

  With one single chiding ent, the tone of the versation shifts and Amelia feels herself turn on a dime. She shrinks a bit, properly chagrined and chastised as she averts her gaze.

  “I… there’s been a lot to do. I have to stay on top of things. I’m-!”

  “Excuses won’t serve you here, my dear. You and I both know that you need a firm hand. e here.”

  She hesitates for only a sed before slinking out from behind her desk, feeling like she’s back at Hogwarts and in trouble with her Head of House, rather than the Director of the DMLE that she is. Except Amelia hadn’t had THIS sort of retionship with her Head of House back at Hogwarts. The moment she’s in front of the shadowy figure, he reaches out and takes hold of her , turning her head this way and that and iing the bags he no doubt sees under her eyes.

  If she went out or was expeg pany in her office, Amelia usually cast a spell to disguise the bags so no one saw them, but obviously she hadn’t known he was ing and she hadn’t been able to prepare.

  “You haven’t been taking care of yourself, Amelia. I’m disappointed.”

  An involuntary whine does mao escape her lips then, much to her mortification and embarrassment. At the same time though, there’s a thumping in her chest that’s getting louder and louder as her heart races and… and she starts to get aroused.

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  It es out easily. ‘Sir’. She doesn’t say it by act this time, she says it on purpose. And while it’s hard to tell, she’s pretty sure he’s pleased with her for it.

  “Strip.”

  Amelia hastens to obey. Part of her wants to ask if they’ll be doing more than st time. The massage had been nice, don’t get her wrong… but it had also left her wanting more. Merlin had it left her wanting more. Whatever he’d doo her had been, pardon the pun, simply magical. She’d never felt better, but frankly she didn’t feel like she needed another one quite so soon.

  She doesn’t say anything though. She doesn’t say a word as she ys herself bare to him, exposing herself once more to this mysterious entity who’d e into her life and taken it by storm. Even now, it was hard for Amelia to her head around how swiftly everything had ged. But… she didn’t regret it. Nor did she regret obeying him now.

  “Kneel.”

  Amelia’s eyes widen iement. Rather than summon another massage table and order her to get on it, he was tellio get on her knees in front of him. That… that she was happy to do. Slowly, she desds. Slowly, she kneels. Looking up at him, she ’t make out much even now. But all of the sudden, there’s a shadoendage ing out of the shadowy figure, and it hits her face with a somewhat meaty sp.

  The illusion he’s using to ceal his identity from her is only visual. Much like when he’s put his hands on her, his cock is entirely solid as well. Rock hard, meaty, and throbbing, it drags across her face as Amelia closes her eyes as out a shuddering breath. If any of her subordinates saw her now, she would be ruined. But she ’t help but desire this. It’s been so long…

  “Open.”

  tinuing his trend of single word ands, the shadowy figure prods the tip of his cock against her slightly parted lips. Opening wider for him, Amelia takes him into her mouth with a muffled moan, happily sug away at his member as it glides further and further past her lips.

  When it hits the back of her throat, she gags a little bit, but before she reflexively pull away, his hand es down to rest on her head, keeping her in pce. tradictory though it may be, Amelia is grateful for this. She ’t always trol her body’s involuntary reas, so if he’s willing to do it for her, then all the better.

  There isn’t much to look at, since he’s covered in shadows, so Amelia lets her eyes drift shut entirely and just loses herself in the submission of the moment. Bobbing up and down on his cock, sug him off, aing him guide her with his hand whenever he feels like it.

  She may not know who he is, but truth be told, his identity at this point isn’t nearly as important as what he’s e to mean to her in such a short amount of time. He’d really done a number on her… so she only hoped he would tio take responsibility for all of this.

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  As Amelia sucks him off, Harry gazes down at her sideringly. The naked Director of the DMLE certainly isn’t bad to look at, if one ighe bags under her eyes. He’d let himself get distracted by things going on back at Hogwarts the past couple weeks, and Amelia had ght back to her bad habits in the meantime.

  He would be sure to force her to sleep after this, though right now he wasirely sure where THIS was leading. She’d been so quick to get on her knees and suck his cock… but Harry supposed he couldn’t really be surprised about that.

  As he’d noted previously when he’d givehe massage, stress had just as much of an effe a magical creature’s magic as it did their physical aal health. The massage that he’d given Amelia had pletely loosened out her magid no doubt left her feelier than she had… possibly ever in her entire life.

  So really, it was no wohat she was so eager to please, even on top of what at this point was undeniably a naturally submissive disposition. It was just a matter of how Harry wao- oh… well now, THAT was iing.

  He mao refrain from impulsively looking towards the door to Amelia’s office, even as a very familiar presence approaches. It’s rather te at night, and the DMLE is currently retively unpoputed. There’s only a few people on this floor of the Ministry of Magi fact. Perhaps that was why Amelia hadn’t locked her office door before stripping naked aing down on her knees before him.

  Or, more likely, she just hadn’t remembered, too caught up in the moment and his pace to think of it. Fortunately for her, Harry was more magically aware than ever before after his ret rituals. First Narcissa and then Rita… it was safe to say he was the single most powerful wizard on the British Isles at this point, if not the world.

  Normally, he would just lock Amelia’s door now and be doh it. They would knock, he would let Amelia off of his cock just long enough to send them away, and that would be that. However, the identity of the witch approag had Harry hesitating. After all, when would he get another ce to further ensnare Nymphadora Tonks in his web?

  He could let the shapeshifting witch peep on him and her boss if he wanted. He would o decide what she would see, however. A stra handsome wizard, the shadowy figure Amelia saw… or maybe, himself?

  It would be rather amusing if he let Tonks see Amelia sug him off before Amelia herself even knew his full identity. But did it fit into his pns? Was allowing Tonks to know about Amelia’s submissive tendencies a positive, or not worth the risk?

  He only had a moment to decide… and so Harry does, making his decision and living with the sequences.

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