Following Orders

AN: I struggled to get this one where I liked it. In all honesty, I probably should've stepped away and worked on something else instead because it felt like I was deleting a hundred words for every two hundred that I wrote. I really hope you enjoy the end result because it should've been finished a hell of a lot sooner.

Casting-

Amelia- Elizabeth Ostrander

Looking over the reports, Amelia was pleased to see that things were progressing well within the department despite the upheavals caused by the war and its aftermath. They were rounding up Death Eaters and their sympathizers at every turn while still trying to make sure the people who aided and abetted the puppet government were held accountable. That despicable toad, Umbridge, comes to mind.

Sufficed to say, it was a rather daunting undertaking but one that she knew was necessary for the good of magical Britian.

It was late, her secretary had gone home hours ago along with most of the Department. The only exceptions were the individuals on night shifts, and most of them were out patrolling. None of them were likely to need her attention, and they were well on the other side of the Department.  

But then, there was one other person, as evidenced by the knock on the door that drew her attention away from the paperwork on her desk, “Come in.”

The doorknob turned and in walked the person largely responsible for the success of their recent undertakings, “You wanted to see me, boss.” His dark hair was cut short at the sides. The lightning bolt scar that had made him famous was barely visible unless caught in just the right light. He still wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses, but a few simple spells meant he wouldn’t be losing them in any duels. He’d been equal parts grateful and shocked when he was told about them.

Harry Potter was the savior of magical Britian and perhaps all of Europe and beyond. She sincerely doubted that Voldemort’s ambitions would’ve stopped at one little island in western Europe.  He was the best Auror recruit that she’d had the pleasure of adding to the force in all her time as Head. Which really is rather impressive considering the success of Tonks and Shacklebolt.

More than anything, she had to appreciate his unwavering dedication to following every order she gave. Considering she’d heard plenty about his exploits while at Hogwarts thanks to her niece, it was rather surprising to Amelia.

Honestly, she was harder on him than any of the others. It wasn’t often that the Head  of the DMLE took an active hand in the training of a single Auror recruit, but there were extenuating circumstances. His approval in the program was seen by some of the veterans as favoritism meant only to gain public approval. 

There were still quiet whispers of favoritism from some of her staunchest detractors in the department, but her tutelage and his dedication had gone a long way to quiet many of those voices.

And as far as she was concerned, it was the least she owed the young man. Very few people knew he’d saved her life. Not directly as he had with many others over the years, but by warning her of an impending attack on her home after Voldemort’s rebirth had become public knowledge. He’d been intent on killing his biggest threats within the Ministry and she was rather proud to be counted at the top of the list. Not that it stopped him from taking over in the end.

She’d managed to survive the takeover of the Ministry while Scrimgeour hadn’t been so lucky. When things were set to rights, she still had no interest in the position of Minister and happily threw her support behind her former subordinate, Shacklebolt.

“Right, Potter, come in.” She gestured to the seat in front of her desk. As she watched him make his way over, she had to admit, if only to herself, that there was more than just gratitude that led her to take a vested interest in Harry’s tutelage. It would be fair to think that it was to maintain the image of the Department, to ensure that they were best able to use him as a way to rebuild public trust.

But no, the truth was far simpler than that. He’s one fit bloke, and easier on the eyes than anyone else I’ve ever trained. It made her question her niece’s sanity that in all the stories that she’d heard about her time at Hogwarts, many of which included the fantastical exploits of the young man in front of her, that she’d never even hinted at fancying him.

For Merlin’s sake, I fancy him and I’m old enough to be his mother. She was actually older than Lily, but only by a few years.

“I’ve read your latest report.” She tapped down on the papers in front of her, “Another job well done.”

He tried to hide it, but he couldn’t help the small, proud smile that came to his lips, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Something about the way he said the word ‘ma’am’ sent a tingle down her spine. From others, it made her feel old, but from Harry… it made her feel powerful, authoritative, and more. It was that more that had been keeping her up at nights, with his name whispered on her lips as she played with herself until sleep finally took her.

 Still, she was a professional. Whatever her wanton desires were, she managed to restrain herself when they were working together. Even if it grew more difficult with each passing day, and each memory of another night spent with her fingers buried between her legs aching for something more.

Amelia wetted her bottom lip before offering him a smile of her own, “You’re a credit to the Department, Harry, I hope you know that.” She glanced down at the report one more time, “Augustus Rookwood was an incredibly dangerous man… maybe the most dangerous follower that Voldemort had. Bellatrix was probably the better duelist, but she wasn’t an Unspeakable.” Since the end of the war, Rookwood had been priority one amongst the remaining Death Eaters because of the risks he posed.

“I was just doing my job.” His modesty was admirable, she knew a half dozen other Aurors who’d be telling the story to anyone who would listen, but the only reason any of his peers knew about it was because of the announcement in The Daily Prophet. It was just another thing that made him so terribly appealing.  

Bringing her elbows to her desk, Amelia leaned against it. The subtle movement framed her, even by her estimation, incredible rack wonderfully on the edge of the desk. Her blouse just happened to be one button looser than usual, and from the way Harry’s eyes lingered just a moment longer than he meant them to, he appreciated the view, “Yes, you were. But it was a job done quite exceptionally.”

“It’s a credit to my instructor.” Harry offered her praise right back.

“Ah, I’d say you were trying to flatter me, but you’re probably right.” They shared a laugh, and she caught his eyes dipping down to her soft valley as she deliberately let them jiggle.

There was a moment where Amelia found herself in a peculiar situation. She wasn’t a woman accustomed to indecision. Her position demanded certainty, but with Harry sitting across from her, she felt like a teenage girl trying to decide what she wanted to do with the boy in her bedroom.

She knew there were risks, massive risks if she was being honest. Other than Susan, her job had been her life, and she knew that exploring this deep, imposing lust that she felt for her young trainee could potentially destroy everything that she’d built. And the maddening thing was that she barely even cared. I’ve spent enough of my life worrying about my career. This would be something just for me.

It was only a single thread that needed to break before she made her decision, “You know Harry, by my reckoning Rookwood’s capture makes for quite the milestone.”

He furrowed his brow, “I don’t follow, ma’am.”

Amelia looked at him through her lashes, her eyes holding a new light in them as a deep conviction set in, “Rookwood was the last free member of Voldemort’s inner circle.” She stood and made her way over to a small cabinet on the wall of her room. Her hips swayed just that little bit more than usual, and she could feel the heat of Harry’s eyes on her as they followed her.

The lock on the cabinet clicked open at her touch. She opened it to reveal a small, premium selection of liquor. Pulling out the twenty-two-year vintage of Ogden’s Finest and grabbing a pair of glasses, Amelia made her way back to her desk though she didn’t sit behind it again. Instead, she rested her curvy bum against the edge and sat just in front of Harry, “I think that calls for a celebration.”

She watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed along his throat. There was no doubt in her mind now, he could feel the same tension in the air between them that she could. Now, all that remained was whether he made the same decision as she did, “That’s a generous offer, but…”

“Auror Potter,” Her voice cut through his nervousness like a knife, “are you going to make me give you an order just to share a drink with me? I know how good you are at following them, after all.”

Running a hand through his hair, the smile she gave him sent a jolt of electricity to her warm sex, “No, Madame Bones… at least not yet.”

“Excellent.” With that she popped the stopper on the bottle and filled each glass three fingers high. Offering the glass to Harry, his fingers brushed against her own as he took it. It took physical effort not to let him know the effect even that small gesture had on her.

“To your continued success. You’ve been everything and more than I ever could’ve expected.” And hopefully that will apply to more than just your performance as an Auror.

“Funny, I’ve often thought the same of you.” Clinking their glasses together, they each drank down the burning liquid in one gulp.

Without a second thought, Amelia filled them again, “So Harry…” her finger danced around the rim of her glass, “we’ve spent so much time together these last few months, but I feel as though I don’t know anything about you.” That wasn’t entirely true, she knew a great deal about him, like how his eyes lit up when he found a new lead on a case, his tenacity when faced with a new assignment, and most importantly how nice his bum looked in a tight pair of trousers.

“You seem to be the only one, Amelia.” He sounded rightfully bitter about it, “Since the end of the war, it seems that everyone thinks they know everything about me. I’ve read interviews from people who’ve never said more than two words to me go on about every virtue and failing imaginable.”

“That’s always been an unfortunate pitfall of celebrity, authority, and heroism.” She placed her drink down behind her before she moved closer to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “They all open you up to scrutiny, both deserved and undeserved.” She’d faced her fair share of it over the years, more than one article coming at the hands of Skeeter, though nothing like the young hero.

“You’d think people would have better things to worry about.” He took another sip of whiskey.

“People like you have bigger concerns in life than the minute details of somebody else’s they don’t even know. Not everyone is so fortunate. The best thing you can do is ignore the opinions of people who don’t truly know you… at least until they say something litigious, then I’ll recommend the best lawyers in Britian.” Her thumb brushed against his collar, just grazing the sensitive skin of his neck. He shivered at her touch, and it only made her feel that much bolder.

He chuckled at that, “Something tells me that I’ll need to take you up on that offer some day.”

The dull buzz brought on by the whiskey was making Amelia feel reckless. It was taking a great deal of effort on her part to restrain herself from bending over her own desk, hiking up her skirt and making him a rather blunt offer. Still, she managed it, but only barely as she sat down on the arm of his chair, “But we’ve gotten rather off topic…”

“Oh, I suppose you’re right.” He turned and she could feel his warm breath ghost across the shell of her ear, “What did you want to know about me?”

What your lips taste like… what your skin tastes like… what your fucking cock tastes like… Luckily, Amelia hadn’t gotten into her position by letting every thought that crossed her mind leave her lips, “Are you seeing anyone, Harry?” Every fiber of her being was hoping for one very short and simple answer.

He snorted out a laugh, “Merlin, no. I tried again with Ginny, but we’re both too different… we just work better as friends.” It didn’t sound as though he was entirely disappointed by that fact, “And none of the other woman who’ve been interested understood what it would be like to date an Auror. They’d last maybe a week before they realized that it wasn’t going to be the lavish life of a celebrity they were expecting.”

Amelia knew how difficult it could be to date in their line of work. When she became her niece’s guardian, it only made things more complicated, “I understand completely. It can be rather difficult.”

“I take it you’re in the same boat then?”

As she giggled, Amelia took the opportunity to lean closer to him, “Oh yes… for years now.” Her last proper relationship had been when she was an Auror trainee during the First Blood War. There had been some brief flings since then, but for quite some time her only company at night had been her fantasies, her fingers, and her wand. Her nails grazed the back of his neck, as her voice went low, seductive, “Between you and me, I wouldn’t mind a chance to work off some of the tension though.”

It was then that he finally made the bold move that she’d been waiting for. He squeezed the inside of her thigh, his thumb drifting just below the hem of her skirt, “Did you have someone in mind, ma’am?” The shift back to deference was enough to make her pussy throb with need.

It was easier to answer him with actions rather than words. Pulling at his shirt, she leaned down to capture his lips with her own. He found them just as willing as she hoped. Weeks and even months of restrained attraction blossomed between them in that moment. His fingers dug into her thigh, drifting upward until she could feel his thumb nudging against the silky fabric of her knickers.

There was a sharp intake of breath as he felt just how wet she already was for him. Nipping at his bottom lip, she pulled away rather reluctantly, but she figured it was for a good cause, “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, Potter. I’ve cum so many times to the thought of you.”

“Trust me… it’s mutual, ma’am. Hopefully, I live up to your expectations.” His thumb just slipped beneath the silk, teasing one of her puffy lips.

She smiled wickedly, “Oh… you’re such a dutifully, obedient young Auror, Potter… I’m sure you’ll accord yourself wonderfully.” It was hard not to revel in her position when such a handsome young man was the one under her.  

Fortunately for her, he didn’t have the slightest issue playing into that fantasy, “Your orders, Director?”

There were so many possibilities, but there was one that called to her more than any other. Stepping away from him, she pulled her skirt up over the curve of her bum so that it was little more than a belt. His breath hitched as he saw her peachy bum clad in nothing but a pair of skimpy knickers. She hopped up onto her desk and spread her legs invitingly, “I want you to eat me until I’m screaming your name… is that understood!”

“Understood.” He crossed the distance between them in one long stride, stopping only briefly to place his glass down next to her own, and fell to his knees between her thighs. His fingers hooked beneath the soaked silk, and she almost felt embarrassed as a strand of her arousal broke as he pulled it away from her puffy lips. But then any embarrassment was driven from her mind as he did exactly as he’d been commanded.

Burying his tongue as deep as it could go into her needy quim, he absolutely devoured her. Her nails scarped against his scalp as she took hold of his hair, “Oh fuck…”

His tongue wiggled and flexed against her sensitive walls as her breathing grew heavy in mere moments. Lucky for her, he didn’t intend for this endeavor to be mere moments. It’d been so long since somebody other than herself had touched her, it felt absolutely exquisite. It didn’t hurt that he seemed to have matching enthusiasm and skill toward the task.

She shuddered as she felt his nose brush against her swollen clit. He hummed low in his throat as she forced his face right into that spot again. His attention to detail was impeccable because he obviously understood what she wanted.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his fingers joined his tongue. Two calloused digits pinched her oversensitive bundle and her whole body went rigid. Her thighs pressed tight to his ears as she whimpered in ecstasy.

The brilliant young bastard knew what he was doing though, because he had a knack for riding the edge, keeping her right on the precipice of a truly astounding peak. He would switch between languid licks, and enthusiastic eating as though he could read every noise that came from her body.

There was some far-off part of her mind, not addled by the throbbing between her legs, that realized what he was doing. She’d given a command, to make her scream his name, and he intended to bring her as much pleasure as he could manage before that happened.

But if there was one thing that she was willing to take advantage of as he drove her nearly mad on the precipice of pleasure, it was his obedience, “Make… me… cum… now!” Every word was bit out through gasps and moans, but she knew that he heard her as he redoubled his efforts and never stopped.

“Harry!... yes!... oh… oh…” Her orgasm left her breathless and her body flushed. It could’ve lasted a few seconds or an hour, she wouldn’t have been any the wiser. Harry gently guided her down from that peak, pressing soft kisses to her pussy lips and her inner thighs. She ran her fingers through his dark hair as she languished in her pleasure.

But then, there was more that she wanted, much more. Amelia caught her breath and pushed herself back up onto her elbows. She didn’t even remember falling back onto the desk. As she pulled him away from her womanhood, his face was covered in her juices. She’d never seen a sexier sight in her life, and it only made her want him even more, “Get your cock out. Now! I want you inside of me…”

He stood and she watched as he hastily undid his belt and the button of his trousers, he only pushed them and his pants down far enough to reveal his cock. She bit her lip as it thudded against her thigh. It was at least as much as she’d hoped, probably even a bit more.

The downright filthy moan that escaped her body as he split her open on his cock was testament enough to her thoughts. With one steady thrust, he stretched her out with inch upon inch that had her scratching her fingers against the wood of her desk.

When she felt his balls resting against the plumpness of her arse, she could only stare down at where they were joined. Her pussy lips were obscenely stretched around his girth. They both groaned as she massaged him with her inner muscles.

His emerald eyes were dark with desire and his voice was laced with barely contained need, “Orders, ma’am?” That roguish smirk made her want to kiss him, or slap him, it was hard to decide.

She settled with biting out, “Fuck me, Potter… But don’t you dare cum until I tell you to.”

He took her breath away as he pulled back and thrust back in with one jolting thrust. He had to hide his amusement as he replied, “Of course, ma’am. Understood.”

“Cocky… bastard…” Whatever else she was thinking was washed away as their bodies smacked together.

Her sole focus became his fat crown as he pulled back until just started to pull free of the seal of her sex only to push forward again and prod right behind her bellybutton. It left her creaming around his girth, leaving a frothy white ring right at his base.

Her body grew hotter with each thrust. Her hands tore at the clothes that confined her until her jacket and blouse were hanging off her shoulders and she was left only in her lacy white bra. Her massive mammaries wobbled with every body tingling thrust of his cock.

It was obvious that Harry enjoyed the sight as he leaned down and kissed the soft, sensitive skin of her pillowy tits. Amelia tickled the back of his neck with her fingers, “That’s right, I know how much you love them, Harry. I’ve seen the way you ogle them when we’re in the training room.”

It didn’t embarrass him in the slightest, in fact, it only spurred him on. His spit soaked the lace of her bra as he licked her pointy nipple through the thin material. Amelia came with a squeal as her pussy tried to squeeze his cum out of him, but Harry persevered… just like she commanded.

He kept pounding her, pinching her, licking her, as beads of sweat formed on his brow. He drove her from one peak to another, and then another. It was only when she was growing bone tired from her own ecstasy that she took pity on him.

She could see the determination on his brow. It was taking every ounce of his willpower not to cum before she let him. It was nearly enough to make her cum again. Her voice was low and lusty as she finally gave the order, “Listen very carefully… Potter.” The noise that came out of his throat was something between a whimper and growl, “I want you to pull out… and I want you to cover my tits with your fucking cum… do you understand?” He could only nod, but that wasn’t good enough for the Director, “I said do you understand?!”

“Yes… yes, ma’am.” His strained words were a beautiful music all their own.

“Do it, now!”

There was an audible squelch as his cock slipped free of her ravaged hole. Placing his knees on either side of her chest on the desk, his cock was a desperate purple that looked utterly delectable. Before he could reach for his own cock, Amelia was faster. The moment her soft hand wrapped around his length, he groaned low in his throat as he released a torrent of cum.

The first strand left his body with such force that it bucked straight over her head to land audibly on her chair behind them. Amelia was more prepared for the next one and she felt the warm, white seed cover her flushed chest. Again and again, he throbbed. After the tenth time, Amelia lost count, but it kept coming.

By the time he was finished, his seed had pooled in the hollow of her neck and covered the entirety of her chest, bra and all. Leaning up, she swiped her tongue along his slit where the last of his seed threatened to drip down onto her body.

Amelia giggled as he shivered. Swiping one finger along her neck, she gathered more of his seed and brought it to her mouth before finally telling him, “Another job well done, Potter… but I won’t need a report about this one… though, I think you can expect a similar mission soon.”

Tired as he was, he managed to bark out a laugh before leaning down to kiss her.