The Ministry of Magic

'How would you like your coffee, Mr Malfoy? The last time we met, you left before breakfast, so I don't know.'

'Excuse me?'

'You don't recognise me, do you?'

Quickly, Lucius, think! Red hair, blue eyes, around eighteen, rather cute. But, by Merlin's balls, there are hundreds of witches of that kind. And I do normally leave before breakfast. That hint was no help at all.

'What do you take me for, dear heart? Out of sight, out of mind? You studied at Hogwarts, of course.'

All the interns at the Ministry went to Hogwarts. It's a safe assumption to make, and it will buy me some time. I still have no idea who you are, but you seem content for the time being.

'I'll have two sugars in my coffee.'

You're smiling.

'The Minister is expecting you. I'll be bringing you your coffee before the meeting starts. And maybe, this will help you remember. When you do, I might just ask you to dance.'

Dance?

You're halfway out of the door when I realise that the piece of fabric you thrust into my hand is a pair of knickers. Emerald green lace. I look after you. Red hair. Blue eyes, around eighteen, rather cute.

Then it hits me: Hogwarts, the Yule Ball. Butterbeer out in the grounds and mind-blowing sex half an hour later in the dungeons. I took your virginity that night and had you screaming my name in ecstasy.

Oh, yes. I do remember you now, dear heart.

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'Your coffee, Mr Malfoy. Two sugars. Sweet and hot, just as you like your women.'

You deserve a good spanking for that comment, my sweet. Thankfully, you had the brains to just whisper. The Minister didn't hear a word. Otherwise, I doubt he would have accepted his coffee – cream, no sugar – as indifferently as he just did. I know he's prudish.

You sit down opposite me, crossing your legs ever so chastely. I cannot help but smirk at the thought of you not wearing any knickers. They are safely in my pocket now, and I think that is the perfect place for them for the time being. I know that the Minister is going to attend to another meeting shortly after this one and that you will probably have to go with him. But maybe, I can keep you back for some reason, and the less fabric there is between us then, the bigger the chances will be for us to share a quick 'dance', as you put it so nicely.

But who said that we cannot warm up a little before? Have some fun? Merlin knows this meeting is going to be duller than dull.

I slide my hand into my pocket and pull out an inch or two of the fine lace you've given me, just enough for you to see. Still emerald green. Still House colours, even half a year after you've left school. Or did you wear them just for me?

I caress the soft fabric with my fingers, and when the Minister isn't looking, I wink at you. You give me a quick smile, but otherwise, there is no reaction from you. Good girl. The Minister doesn't need to know that there is something going on between us.

When he is busy leafing through some papers and most definitely not looking, I slowly lick my lips. Yes, dear heart, that is what I want to do to you. Lick you where you normally wear nothing but delicate lace.

I can see you swallow, and you slowly uncross your legs and pause just a second before you cross them again, rubbing your thighs together just a bit more than any chaste woman would do. Oh, it's a shame that you are wearing a long skirt. I am quite convinced that you are already wet with anticipation, and I would very much like to have a peek. But, alas, the Ministry is quite strict on the length of the skirts the female staff wears to the office.

The Minister is still waffling on, and I hope that you are taking notes, because I have no idea what he is talking about. I know he'd like me to finance something. A hospital, I think, somewhere in wherever. I really don't care, and he'll get his gold anyway. I need him to think that I am a good citizen. He is still in denial about the return of the Dark Lord, and – officially – I have no idea about it either.

Your lips are slightly parted now, and you copy my example and lick your lips, so sensuously that I can just imagine how it will feel when you lick my balls. And I feel myself hardening, and I, too, have to cross my legs.

Hey, who turned off the lights? Oh, right, the Minister always likes to show some charts on the projector eleven minutes into his presentation. Such a shame. I cannot see you anymore now.

'I suggest you take a seat beside Mr Malfoy, Miss ... Miss, um, ... Well, you'll need to see the charts so you can take proper notes.'

Miss Um? Dear Minister, don't you know that it is considered poor leadership not to know your employees' names? Sure, I do not know hers either, but I've only shagged her once. And now – due to your order for her to sit beside me – I intend to fingerfuck her right here in your office. I hope you do not mind.

The Minister has turned his back on us and is now talking to his charts. Normally, I'd comment on his lack of presentation skills, but today, I couldn't care less. Instead, I extend my right hand and lay it gently on your knee.

No fabric? Just smooth, warm skin? Now, you wouldn't have had the same idea as I, would you now, dear heart? But yes, as I let my hand glide up your thigh, I notice that you have already pulled up your skirt. I smirk. I almost forgot that you aren't wearing any knickers. Minx.

Not that I am complaining.

Still the same trimming. You must have noticed that I liked it down there the last time. I remember that you tasted divine, and wish I could taste you now. But I think even our dear Minister would notice if I drop onto my knees between your thighs now.

Warm and wet. I knew you'd be ready for me, and as I part your lips and apply pressure on your clit, you buck up against my fingers. Wanton little vixen.

Your wish is my command. I will do this properly.

I love the way your muscles contract around my finger as I enter you, and I slowly insert a second one. You're still so tight, and the memory of your muscles milking me of the very last drop of seed arouses me beyond belief. I'd pay the Minister a good amount of money to go to the loo now, so I could ravish you right here on his carpet. But I'll have to wait, and I will make sure that you are dripping wet the moment we're alone. You will be begging me to take you. And I will oblige gladly.

Slowly, I slide my fingers in and out of you, always sure to apply some pressure onto that special spot. I can feel a shudder go through your whole body every time I touch you there. You like this, don't you? And you would be moaning loudly now if the Minister weren't here. Isn't that so? Yes, I can hear you exhaling through your nose, and I can just imagine you biting your lower lip so you won't scream. I'll have to remember to suckle that lip gently later. I need to take care of my girl.

Now, what is this, my dearest heart? Your hand on mine, pushing my fingers into you and the ball of my thumb against your clit? Are you that desperate for release? I had planned for this to wait. I had planned for you to look into my eyes when you come, so you'd remember who made your body sing. But I have to say, the idea of giving you an orgasm with the Minister of Magic only a few feet away is intriguing, and I guess you won't forget that either. So I let you take control. You impale yourself on my fingers, rubbing your clit against my hand, and with a shudder and a moan that vibrates in your throat but never leaves your lips, you come undone on the chair beside me with my hand between your thighs.

'And that's it.'

You've just about managed to pull your skirt over your knees when the lights come back on. Except from your pink cheeks and your still slightly laboured breathing, there are no signs of our little play. I, however, am unable to rise from my chair. Not even the Minister could be convinced that the bulge protruding from my mid-section is just my wand or my money bag. So I stay seated with my legs crossed, and promise him that I will send a bag full of gold before dinner. And he tells me to arrange all the details with you – his assistant – and then send you to a room down the corridor where he is about to have another meeting. The meeting starts in ten minutes.

I'd say that gives us the time for some proper dancing.

When the Minister has left, I cast a Locking Charm on the door but do not bother with a Silencing Charm. You will have to be quiet, my dearest heart. Because I enjoyed your muffled moans. Making you want to scream and at the same time forcing you to be silent turned me on no end.

'I believe you requested a dance, my lady.'

I take your hand and pull you close and place a first sweet kiss on your still flushed cheek. At once, you turn your face to catch my lips with yours, but I am quicker and tenderly place two fingers on your trembling lips, those two very fingers that have been inside you only minutes ago. They are still glistening with your juices, and I feel my cock grow harder yet as your pink tongue darts out from between your lips to lick off what I know tastes like a sweet, exotic fruit.

I claim your lips and feel your body grow soft in my arms as I suckle your tongue, tasting you as you have just tasted yourself only seconds ago. Yes, still sweet. I knew you would be, and I am now aching to bury myself inside you.

'Have you been faithful to me?' I ask as I march you backwards towards the Minister's desk, already pulling up your skirt and leaving scratch marks on your thighs. 'Have you saved yourself for me?'

You nod, and your little hands start pulling at my robes. And I reward you with a kiss. Of course, you were faithful to me. I was your first, after all. I broke you in, and I showed you the heights of pleasure that night. You must have understood that you'd have a hard time finding a substitute that would satisfy you. And so you didn't go looking for one.

By the time we reach the desk I have pushed up your skirt above your hips, and you have successfully opened all the buttons of my robes. Here we are then, both aroused and ready to dance. But exactly when we start will be up to me.

I lift you up and sit you down on the edge of the desk. Mahogany, I notice. So the Minister does have some taste after all.

Your thighs open at the slightest touch of my hands, and I step between them, my left hand firmly wrapped around my cock. My right hand, I use to cup your chin while I kiss you.

I remember your kisses, dear heart, the way you hungrily sucked at my tongue and pressed yourself closer towards me. And once more, you are doing exactly that. Oh, how I would love to thrust into you right now. But I very much prefer to tease you a little more. Soon, I'll have you begging me to take you.

I unbutton your blouse, planting a kiss on every exposed inch of skin. Your bra is green, too, I notice. Elegant. I like it when it's a matching set. Slowly, slowly, I trace your cleavage with the tip of my tongue and sense how goosebumps erupt on your hot skin. You like this, don't you?

I remember your breasts, too. Firm, succulent. What a shame that I do not have the time today to explore every inch of them. In six minutes, you will have to be ready to take yet more notes at yet another dull meeting. But then again, the fabric of your bra is so sheer that I don't need to take it off, and so breathe onto your nipple through the lace, seeing it harden and hearing you sigh with contentment. You must be liking this, too. Why else would you have buried your hand in my hair to pull my head even closer to your chest?

Two fingers of my left hand have once more found their way into your tightness. Once more, they have found that special spot. And I can feel you rocking on the edge of the desk, faster and faster. You're already close again, aren't you, dear heart?

'Please.'

Ah, the magic word. I knew it would come.

'Please.' It's an almost desperate whimper. 'Take me. I'm begging you.'

Your wish is my command, dear heart. I enter you with a swift and powerful thrust which makes you moan deeply and sensuously. Good thing that I have anticipated this and covered your lips with mine, relishing the feeling of your moan vibrating in my mouth.

I pound into you, hard and deeply and quickly. And I reach even deeper as you wrap your legs around my hips and pull me towards you. And all along you are moaning into my mouth. Good girl. We can't have you make a racket and alarm the Ministry employees out in the corridor, now can we?

I need to slow down now. The Minister isn't expecting you for another four minutes, and if I come now, what will we do until you have to leave? Heaven forbid I'd have time to ask you your name. No, no. I'd rather have you run to that meeting with the blood still pulsating between your legs. If your legs can carry you, that is.

But just because I cannot come just yet doesn't mean you can't, right, my dear? And you will be able to tell all your friends that Lucius Malfoy held back his orgasm to give you yet another one. Because he is just that considerate.

I slowly, so, so, slowly ease out of you and then in again. Slowly, slowly, so slowly that it is almost driving me insane, all the while circling your clit with my fingertips and suckling your tongue. And you like it, I can tell. You are shaking in my arm like a leaf. And I can hear your breathing become quicker and quicker. Then you tense up, and I can feel you scratch my back through the fabric of my robes.

Yes! Oh, Merlin, yes! I am deep inside you when you come. I can feel your muscles contract around my cock, and I pull out quickly just to thrust into you again with all my might. And once more you moan into my mouth and I into yours, and my seed mixes with your juices.

I bury my face at your neck, taking deep, steadying breaths. I have to admit that I am dizzy, but not dizzy enough to forget that I need to cast a Contraceptive Spell. And I do it silently without you even noticing. I wouldn't want to spoil the mood.

Once more, I kiss you deeply. Once more, I thrust into you up to the hilt, savouring the feeling of your tightness before I withdraw from you to close my buttons and straighten my robes. And you slide down from the desk, buttoning your blouse and flattening your skirt. A few moments later, we look once more immaculately innocent, and we still have a minute to spare.

'How much gold can I put you down for, Mr Malfoy?' you ask, and I notice that your voice is slightly hoarse.

'The usual amount,' I reply.

I sign the parchment and you roll it up, and once it has been Vanished you extend your hand towards me. I bow and kiss it, cheekily letting the tip of my tongue explore the space between your index and your middle finger. I hope you understand the promise I am making, dear heart.

'It is always nice dancing with you, Mr Malfoy,' you breathe, and I straighten to look into your eyes and smile at you.

'I'll be keeping those,' I announce and softly pat my pocket where I keep your knickers. The next time we meet, you won't have to give them to me to remind me of who you are. Next time, I will remember you, because I have already made plans on how to make you come again.

Thank you, star_girl, for beta reading.