Power and Control

There was one thing that had changed the most about Harry Potter since he had suffered the betrayal at the hands of his former friends and had his eyes opened to the harsh truths of the world. He had become fiercely territorial of whatever he called his, and it applied to everything. The women he had ever been with had been spoiled to such an extent that they never tried to crave the touch of another man, knowing none could compare to what they had experienced with him and how he would not like it one bit. It applied to everyone he had ever bedded, and even those he hadn't yet but had shown even the slightest interest in.

Ginny Weasley had been the only one to have veered from that norm, but even she had refrained from pursuing other bedwarmers ever since he had fucked her in his office.

As such, it was obvious that the new place he would call home would be available exclusively to himself, and that meant the entire patch of land.

Procuring it had been a slightly tedious task because of the influence of the muggles but in the end, he had succeeded, and now, he was the proud owner of Brecqhou, one of the Channel Islands east of Guernsey. It was by no means a massive island but it was large enough, and most importantly, entirely his property now. There had already been a massive castle on the island which he'd had properly modified to have a modern outlook. The property had been ready for him to move in for over a week now and Harry had left the entire job of furnishing and decorating it to Narcissa who had been deeply honored to have been trusted with such a responsibility. The woman had been in her element as she went about taking care of everything to ensure the entire estate was befitting of someone of her Lord's station.

Meanwhile, it had been a few days since Madam Abbott's retirement and her replacement had been hard at work since joining the previous morning.

"Ah yes, that's right," he let out a soft groan of pleasure as Pansy's hot tongue rubbed circles along the head of his prick. The girl merely grinned at him proudly. "I knew hiring you would be a perfect. Now try to hollow out your mouth a bit more… ugh… just like that, yeah. Very good."

Blowing him off whenever he wanted was not the only utility he was deriving from the brunette. She was truly good at the job, undoubtedly aided by her desire to be of the most help to her Lord and Master. She kept all his paperwork and meetings organized as well as quickly took control of his schedules and appointments to make his work as streamlined as possible.

Additionally, she was a nice source of information on various shady activities that went on in Wizarding Britain, mostly concerning the muggle world, such as the known suspects, the middlemen who participated in any illegal activity, and the known hotspots, all of which now had tight auror presence.

Despite the obvious benefits, one of the biggest reasons why he had settled on Pansy as his assistant was to boost his already positive image in the wizarding society.

With one hand caressing her soft hair as she bobbed her head up and down, plunging her mouth onto his prick, Harry spread the day's edition of the Daily Prophet on his desk, smirking as he gazed at the front page spread. He was, as usual, in the limelight, with another illuminating article to his name.

THE MAN WHO WON EXTENDS AN OLIVE BRANCH: HIRES KNOWN PUREBLOOD SUPREMACIST AS ASSISTANT!

By Romilda Vane, Senior Correspondent

In an act that shows his huge heart and belief that even people who made bad choices can change, Harry Potter has stunned many by naming Pansy Parkinson his new assistant at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Ms. Parkinson was well known during the war as a Pureblood supremacist who supported Voldemort's cause.

While some have been calling it unbelievable that the legendary hero would give such an important role to a former Death Eater sympathizer, many others have spoken up in strong support of Mr. Potter's inspiring and brave move.

"This just proves again why Harry is so admired and respected," said Katie Bell, who was a year above Potter at Hogwarts. "He clearly sees the good in people and is willing to take a chance if he believes they can change for the better. It's that amazing heart of his that makes him so special."

Few could argue that Potter has not earned the unwavering trust of the wizarding world many times over through his selfless actions and sacrifices. His defeat of the most dangerous dark wizard in history and his role in bringing peace are reasons enough for his character and judgment to be trusted absolutely.

"We're talking about the guy who stepped up and saved us all from evil. If Harry thinks Pansy deserves this opportunity, then I believe him," said fellow Hogwarts alum Hannah Abbott, the granddaughter of Mr. Potter's former assistant Madam Martha Abbott. "He's the pure embodiment of fairness. If anyone can see the truth in others and give them a real second chance, it's Harry."

Indeed, who among us has even a fraction of the moral conviction that Mr. Potter has cultivated through unfathomable adversity and sacrifice? Time and again, he has championed merciful second chances and the highest road of reconciliation, from sparing the lives of remorseful enemies to extending friendship to those who once derided him.

"Harry has an unparalleled gift for seeing the potential for good in people, no matter their past mistakes," proclaimed Padma Patil, a dear friend since their Hogwarts days. "If he believes Parkinson deserves this opportunity, we should trust his peerless instincts without doubt."

Her twin was just as much in agreement.

"This is just so wonderfully Harry," said Parvati Patil, a former Gryffindor classmate who also accompanied Mr. Potter to the Yule Ball during the infamous Triwizard Tournament. "He has never given up on people or refused to see their potential for good, no matter their past. It's that amazing capacity for forgiveness that makes him so special."

Mr. Potter himself has previously spoken about his lofty, yet characteristic motivations behind several of his controversial actions. "The war is thankfully behind us. Now we must pursue the path of healing and unity more than ever before," he has said in several interviews. "My goal is to build a society where one's past doesn't permanently disqualify them from doing good and giving back. We can't keep holding onto the same resentments forever."

For many still struggling to move on from the deep scars and resentments of the war era, Potter's uplifting gestures of reconciliation and faith in people's ability to change clearly remain difficult to accept. His latest show of supreme empathy, understanding, and mature perspective appears no exception.

"I don't know if I can get past Parkinson trying to give Harry to the Death Eaters at Hogwarts," said a skeptical Neville Longbottom, who fought in the Battle of Hogwarts. "What she did was absolutely horrible. I just hope Harry's instincts are right about this one."

Yet such skepticism seems to discount something incredibly essential – Harry Potter's legendary wisdom, his unquestioned ability to see the fundamental goodness buried inside even the most imperfect souls. His miraculous gifts have spared and redeemed many lives, from repentant Death Eaters like Narcissa Malfoy to even beings as wretched as the remorseful Peter Pettigrew.

"Harry Potter is quite simply the most extraordinarily compassionate, empathetic and loving person you could ever hope to meet," praised Miss Fleur Delacour, the professor for Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts and also a long-standing friend of Mr. Potter. "His only priorities are to heal and to build understanding between all people and magical beings. If he believes in giving the woman a second chance at life, we absolutely must get behind him on that."

Clearly, the true message behind Potter's inspired choice cuts through any petty controversy. This enlightened beacon of human potential has reminded us yet again that society's path forward lies only in the supreme virtues of forgiveness, tolerance, and perpetual faith in the possibility of redemption.

The wizard who sacrificed everything to defeat the forces of hate now continues leading by the ultimate example. His just decision concerning Ms. Parkinson reinforces one immutable truth - the wizarding world remains incredibly blessed to bask in the glory of Harry Potter's divine wisdom, courage, and the incomparable spirit of all-encompassing empathy.

"Nicely done indeed, Romilda," Harry muttered with a self-satisfied grin. The woman had done an exceptional job as always of painting him in a positive light, and even though she was a bit overzealous, he could not fault her. He knew of her obvious crush on him and he saw no reason to not entertain her while also enjoying the perks of her position as Rita Skeeter 2.0. The woman had climbed up the ranks in the world of journalism even faster than Skeeter had, and she knew who she had to thank for her life being as smoothly sailing, and frankly, as rich as it was.

He was brought out of his musings when a knock sounded on the door to his office. He glanced up with a puzzled look on his face, wondering who it could be. He had no meeting scheduled at this hour since it was evening already and the Ministry must be slowly clearing up.

"Come in!" He called out, flicking his wand. The door opened and his eyes widened slightly when he saw who it was.

"She left already? Figures. I always thought Parkinson was the lazy type," Susan remarked with slight exasperation as she dropped into the chair in front of him.

Harry gripped her hair firmly, his teeth clenched, when Pansy's ministrations suddenly intensified. Clearly, the woman was not happy with Susan's little comment.

"What brings you here?" Harry asked, quickly composing himself as he smiled at Susan. "That same case?"

"Every single time you ask me why I come here. Why, I can't come visit you without any particular reason?" Susan asked as she made herself comfortable on the chair.

"I—ugh! I didn't mean that. You can come here whenever you want," Harry replied, hiding his initial groan behind a cough as he felt Pansy give a particularly strong suck around his length that was buried within her throat. The brunette was enthusiastic, and the prospect of doing it while Susan was sitting right in front of him must have further intensified her motivations here. Harry gently pressed her head, guiding her movements but Pansy was in a mood of her own.

"You okay? You're breathing heavily. You don't have fever, right?" Susan asked and quickly whipped her wand out, casting a remote detection charm. "Hmm. Nothing wrong. Just a higher than average heart rate. Why is that, I wonder?" She asked teasingly.

Harry rolled his eyes even though he helped himself to the vision she presented, clad in her formals that fit her curvaceous frame alluringly.

"Cut that already," he tried to keep his voice as even as possible, acting perfectly normal. He kept his eyes pointedly away from Pansy who was eagerly bobbing her head on his cock, blowing him off with all she was worth. There was no way he could have Susan getting curious about something that might be amiss and discover what it was. He discreetly waved his hand, applying a concentrated privacy ward under his waist for good measure. That would be enough to keep the brunette hidden.

"Oh? The great Harry Potter getting flustered by poor ol' me?" Susan asked, her teasing tone in full bloom now that she had sensed an opening. Gushing exaggeratedly, she exclaimed, "Merlin, I feel like the luckiest witch in the whole world!"

The redhead pushed her more than sizeable tits out, making them strain against her shirt much more than they normally did. Harry, being deepthroated by Pansy under his desk, was already breathing heavier than usual, and his reaction furthered Susan's amusement as she gazed at him with a smirk.

"I'm still surprised that you decided on Parkinson as your assistant, by the way," she remarked, straightening herself in the chair and sitting properly. She had teased him enough, she reckoned, and the reaction pleased her to no end.

"Really?" He drawled, his fingers gripping Pansy's hair firmly. The brunette jerked slightly at the mention of her name again but he kept her in check.

"Yeah, I would've thought the job of an assistant would be very much beneath the station of a spoilt brat like her," Susan replied with barely hidden disdain in her voice. "Now, I'm not doubting your judgment but I kinda agree with Neville there," she pointed toward the Daily Prophet. "You better know what you're doing. Don't be so forgiving that you bite off more than you can chew."

"Well, thanks for that vote of confidence, at least," Harry chuckled. "But appointing Pansy as my assistant was a tactical decision as well."

"Tactical, yeah," Susan chuckled. "I read the article, Harry. Quite a hold you've got over that Vane girl, if I must say so."

"Not my fault if she's had this crush on me since our Hogwarts days," Harry smirked. "She was thinking of sneaking me some candies laced with Amortentia, you know? This was back in our sixth year. Fortunately, she wasn't that big of an idiot and went with a normal love potion Fred and George sell in their shop, and even then, her little scheme failed. Must've been a bummer for her, I reckon."

Susan shook her head with a chuckle. "I'm sure the fact that you brought her as your date to that gala a few years ago has nothing to do with this hero worship of hers," she remarked. "Just like the Patil twins and Katie Bell. Quite a web you've crafted around."

"Got anything about Hannah and Fleur as well? They also praised me loads in that article," Harry remarked with a raised eyebrow, smirking.

"Harry Potter, I don't know about Delacour but you better not try to play with my best friend," Susan laughed.

"Why? She's still pining after a married man?"

"She grew out of that a long time ago. What world are you living in, Harry?" The redhead asked rhetorically. "And she was never pining after Neville. She just thought he did a great job during the war and admired his efforts. Everyone had seen how the bloke kept making moony eyes at Luna and how distraught he was when she got captured. It was all platonic."

"Yeah, those were tough times," Harry muttered, grunting when he felt Pansy's hand on his balls, fondling exuberantly. Susan glanced over at him and smiled, once again mistaking his grunt for him being emotional instead of what it was truly for.

"Coming back to Parkinson… even if she agreed to work as an assistant, being your assistant is not something I ever expected her to do," Susan continued, and Harry felt Pansy pull away from his cock, listening intently. "She was so eager to offer you up to those pricks. I can never forget that."

Harry sighed, gently stroking Pansy's head as he tried to reassure her. Her Lord and Master he might be, but he was a caring lord.

"That's all in the past, Sue," he replied. "I know it's only been a day but I can feel a change in her. She's not uttered a single slur so far. She's not made any disgusting face at me or anyone else, and you know we have muggleborns working in our department as well. No one has any complaints so far, and I believe there won't be any issues in the future. She's changed, and for the better."

He felt Pansy rub her head against his hand and it almost made him laugh. The woman was acting like a cat receiving caresses and head pats from its owner.

"Well, as you said, it's only been a day. Let her last a bit more and then we can make a proper judgment," Susan replied, earning a nod from Harry who smiled when he felt Pansy take him in her mouth once again.

"I've got to say though, that was a masterstroke. I've been hearing discussions over this move, and there is a small consensus so far that seems to be getting larger… they're saying we should start giving people from former death eater families a second chance. They're getting inspired by you once again," Susan gave him a fond smile. "See, I know enough about these political games to recognize when one's being played in front of me but you are leading by example, Harry. And I know you have our best interests at heart. Please know that you have my support in whatever you do."

Smiling, Harry reached forward and took Susan's hand, interlacing their fingers and squeezing softly.

"You don't need to tell me I have your support, Sue. You prove it day after day," he replied. "Still, it means a lot!"

Susan was staring at their joined hands with a fond smile on her face when she suddenly jerked her head toward his face, grinning.

"Wow, what was that?" She let out a small laugh as Harry let out a small grunt at the end. He could not help it. Pansy had just plunged her entire mouth onto his cock, taking him fully inside her as she rubbed her nose against his pelvis, her tight throat contracting around his length. If that was not enough, she also squeezed his balls and pressed his prostate at the same time, triggering a surprising climax that made him erupt deep inside her mouth. Harry did not have to glance down to know that the woman was eagerly swallowing every bit of his cum right now as he gazed at Susan who was staring at him with slightly widened eyes.

"Are you seriously okay, Harry?" She asked in concern. "You're breathing quite abnormally even now."

"I'm fine," Harry replied, his breathing slightly ragged as Pansy kept sucking firmly on his cock, coaxing every bit of his hot cum out of him. The brunette gulped down the entirety of his seed, gazing up at him with mirthful eyes visible through her eyelashes, not that Harry saw as he kept his attention firmly on the redhead sitting in front of him. "I guess I need to get a good night of sleep. It should all be nice and perfect tomorrow."

"Make sure to have a relaxing walk around the beach as well. I've heard it's soothing," she replied. "Still can't believe you got a whole island to yourself."

"Yeah," Harry chuckled. "It was a bit of a hassle getting it cleared, especially when the muggles got involved, but it's finally done. And before you ask, it's coming along great. I've gotten the castle modernized and improvements are underway."

"Don't worry, I'm not that pushy. I won't tell you to let me take care of the improvements because I'm a lady of a pureblood household and I have great taste, which I should tell you that I have, and that you should get some expert advice like that to make sure it's the best it can be," Susan replied with a shake of her head, prompting him to chuckle.

"Good to know."

The redhead merely shook her head in amusement. "Still, you better invite me over when it's all done. I've never been to a private island and I wanna see what it's like when completed."

"Which means getting the beach and the surrounding areas modified as well. You, woman, will burn my treasury," Harry said jokingly.

"Ha! As if! Who knows how many treasuries you really have…"

"Don't ask and I won't tell any lies," Harry chuckled. He had to hold back another groan when Pansy showed no sign of letting up. Even after gulping down all his cum, she was still swirling her tongue around his length, seemingly in no hurry to let up. Instead, it was as if Susan's presence gave her some extra motivation to keep at it.

"Nah, I won't. When are you leaving for France, by the way? The meeting is on the 21st, but you said you were planning on going a few weeks earlier?"

"Oh yeah, that's right," Harry nodded, feeling Pansy pause in her ministrations once again. "I plan to visit Bulgaria first. It's been a while since I met Viktor. We ought to discuss the team as well. That should take a few days. From there, it's France. I've got some business over there that I need to take care of."

"You're not planning on taking out the death eaters that fled across the Channel on your own, right?" Susan asked with slight concern. "You know it's foreign soil, Harry. Things could turn ugly."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything as long as they don't attack first," Harry assured the redhead, making her breathe in relief. "It's some other business."

"All right. So… you're leaving in a week?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "I'll get the property sorted out in the meantime."

"And I'll take care of the matters here in your absence. You can rest assured."

"I am assured that you will."

Susan smiled and glanced at her watch. "Ah, it's time already. I should be leaving now. Hannah and I are meeting up after so long today. She must be waiting already."

"You two met each other on Martha's farewell party," Harry deadpanned.

"Exactly. So long ago," Susan winked as she got up. "You too pack up and get some rest, okay?"

"Yes, my mother," Harry rolled his eyes. Chuckling, Susan waved and walked out of the office, shutting the door behind her. The moment the door closed, Harry grabbed Pansy roughly by her hair and hauled her out from under the desk. He lifted her like a ragdoll and deposited her on his desk where she lay on her back, her chest heaving under her formals as she breathed rapidly, an excited grin on her face.

"You seem to think you've got some power now that you're my assistant and my friend is here, eh?" He growled as he pinned her on the desk and roughly pushed her skirt upwards, revealing her soaked panties. Without any thought, he tore her lace panties off her, throwing the damp fabric away. Pansy giggled in delight as she gazed deeply into his eyes. "Have you forgotten your place, Pansy?"

"Umm… maybe?" She giggled again, her eyes filled with wanton lust as she winked saucily. "Why don't you show me my place, Master?"

"You were such a bitch today, Pansy," Harry growled, aligning his hard length against her quivering snatch and slapping the head against her clit, making her gasp and moan nastily. "You really deserve to be fucked like a bitch."

All Pansy did was grin excitedly as she watched her Lord and Master continuously rubbing the head of his prick all over her gushing quim, slathering the already spit-soaked cockhead with her vaginal juices, and her anticipation kept rising. She spread her legs apart even more, raising them high and wide as she presented him with one of the lewdest sights he had ever seen.

"Fuck me please, Master," she whispered. Harry gave her a smirk as he pressed the head of his cock against her opening and quickly popped inside, making her gasp. Slowly, he pushed forward, sliding inch after inch inside her. All the while, Pansy's wide eyes gazed at his length which slowly disappeared inside her pussy until he was buried to the hilt within her.

Pansy released the breath she had been holding and gasped out loud when he pulled back swiftly and slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt once again with a loud, wet squelch.

"Merlin!" She cried out and was immediately grabbed around the throat. Her eyes widened when she came face to face with a livid Harry who glared at her as he leaned over.

"The next time you take another wizard's name when you are with me, I'll show you just why you shouldn't anger me," he growled. Pansy's eyes filled with fear and she immediately began stammering her apologies.

"Uh… I-I am r-really s-sorry, M-Master!" Pansy cried out when Harry slammed forward once again, jolting the desk as he thrust inside her roughly. Suddenly, her eyes shot open wide when he flicked her clit as he thrust and a loud gasp tore its way out of her throat. Breathing heavily, Pansy stared at Harry who leaned back, once again standing straight as he gazed down at her.

"I am your Master, Pansy. I am your Lord. And in case you've forgotten, I am your God as well. You wanna exclaim? You wanna pray? You'll take my name and no one else's!" Harry hissed as he began thrusting in and out of her at a ferocious pace, and all Pansy could do was thrash and writhe on the table as her Lord, her Master, her God — in reality, her everything, had his way with her. She had been aroused for hours now and it had been escalating ever since she had begun sucking him off under his table in the presence of Bones. Coupled with the rough pounding he was giving her and the way he kept manipulating her sensitive clit, it did not take long for her first climax of the evening to shoot through her body.

She writhed and shook furiously, shrieking in a mix of lust, fear, and euphoria as she creamed around his cock. However, if she thought she would be getting any respite, she was sorely mistaken. She had made two blunders today, and her Master was within his rights to punish her as he deemed fit. It wasn't as if she could complain when her punishment was to be fucked until she was bowlegged and unable to even walk.

He fucked her roughly through her orgasm, powering through her vice grip around his length, and once her shivering stopped, he leaned over, slamming his lips against hers. Pansy moaned into the kiss as he plundered her mouth, and she tried to give back as much as she could. She couldn't match him though and all she could do was run her hands through his hair, pulling his face closer as she snogged him. He was still thrusting furiously inside her and slowly, she regained some control and started to rock her hips in tandem with his thrusts.

Harry pulled back from the kiss and regarded her well-fucked form. Her make-up was all askew and her clothes were crumpled. Harry saw no reason to let her keep them.

One powerful yank took care of her shirt. The buttons clattered across the floor as she grinned excitedly, her upper body exposed. Her heaving tits were encased in a matching lace bra which he quickly pulled down, exposing her mounds. Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around her right nipple, sucking and nibbling furiously, and repeated the motions with the left, coating both in his saliva.

"Hold your legs in place," he instructed while he fucked her and leaned over. He grabbed both her tits and squeezed firmly, making her mewl and sigh, and began to suck and nibble on them in earnest. Every few seconds he would alternate between the two while he fucked her and by the time he was done, her nipples were all swollen and throbbing red.

"You've been a bad, bad slut today, Pansy," Harry whispered as he slapped her tits one after the other, making her writhe on the table even more. "I know how dirty your mind is. You were wishing Susan found out about you blowing me off, right? If gives you thrill, doesn't it? You filthy bitch!"

He slapped her tits again for good measure as he furiously drilled inside her. All the while, Pansy kept crying and moaning in pleasure, agreeing to every accusation and question he posed.

"I'm going to make sure you're discovered one day, Pansy," Harry growled. "I'm going to give you your public slut moment. You were fearful of being seen as even more of a criminal, eh? Guess being seen as a slut works just fine."

All his degrading talk coupled with his rough fucking was enough to send her over the edge once again and Pansy let out another shrill cry as she came. Her entire body shook as her orgasm coursed through her and Harry kept her firmly in place, not letting her move an inch as she kept shuddering in the same spot. All the while, he kept fucking her without respite.

Pansy had lost all sense of what was around her when her second orgasm coursed through her and she was only distantly aware of being turned around and bent over as her Lord and Master claimed her from behind. Her legs felt powerless and she would have fallen over if not for his firm hold on her waist as he kept her standing in front of himself. He had told her he would treat her like the bitch that she was, and he had done exactly that.

As Harry kept fucking his assistant without any inhibitions whatsoever, making sure she was left powerless by the time he was done, he remained acutely unaware of a certain someone who had remained standing outside the door to his office all the while, having heard it all. In any other situation, hearing what was happening inside the office would have been impossible, but she happened to be someone close to the Director of the DMLE, had clearance as an auror, and in his haste to show the bitch her place, the Director had not bothered with the additional privacy charms which kept everyone unaware of the happenings inside the office, knowing that the Ministry had already gone vacant.

The woman's breathing was labored as her fingers furiously thrust in and out of her gushing quim in tandem with the sounds of lewd and wet thrusts she could hear through the door. Her other hand groped her large tits over her clothes as she chewed on her lower lip sultrily, feeling her horniness spiking with every rough treatment her friend showered on his new assistant.

Parkinson's loud moans made her shiver, but she could not relent, not when she was this close. She chased her orgasm, knowing the woman inside the office was about to have her third.

With a loud howl, Pansy shuddered around her master's manhood as she came for the third time, and this triggered the other woman's climax as well. She let out a gasp that she quickly smothered, her hand firmly clasped over her mouth, as her fingers were flooded with her release. Her legs shook as she slowly slumped on the assistant's desk, her heart thudding within her chest, and her half-lidded eyes gazing blearily at the closed door, the occupants inside blissfully unaware of her presence.

Inside the room, Harry slowly pulled out his pulsing cock from Pansy's creampied pussy, shooting the remaining load over her thick, bulbous arse. Breathing deeply, he fixed his clothes and regarded the crumpled witch slumped over the desk.

"I'm getting back now. Fix the office properly before you leave," he instructed as he stepped inside the fireplace, and vanished in a swirl of emerald flames.

TBC.

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