The Ministry was alive with revellers despite the late hour. It was Halloween night, and hundreds had turned up to the annual ball hosted by the Minister for Magic in an old ballroom. Like each year before, there was a theme that dominated the attire of the partygoers. This year's theme was none other than a masquerade ball.
A tap on Harry's shoulder made him spin around in surprise. Like everyone else, he was dressed in fine dress robes and donning a mask to obscure his identity. He'd opted for a golden mask inlaid with red etching that covered almost every inch of his face. There was only a small cutout for the base of his nose and his mouth to allow him to be more comfortable as he ate and drank. No one had recognised him yet, except for the Aurors on duty. He'd made himself known to them simply in the case of any trouble arising.
A young witch, Laura Madley, looked incredibly nervous as she drew Harry's attention. She was fresh out of the recruitment program, and despite her ever-present anxiety and nervousness, she made for an exceptional Auror.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Senior Auror Potter," Laura began awkwardly.
"Please, it's just Harry," he replied, flashing her what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
"Right, Harry," Laura tried to smile back, but something was clearly bothering her. "We didn't want to disturb you on your night off, but…"
Biting back a sigh, Harry asked her the question he already knew the answer to. "Let me guess, a pure-blood is giving you trouble?"
"It's Draco Malfoy," Laura cringed. "He came wearing a Death Eater mask. Per your instructions, we detained him, but he's proving quite belligerent. Auror Dobbs thought that you might be able to calm him down, given the fact that you were in the same year at Hogwarts together. He's been disturbing the other guests and causing a lot of trouble. We just don't want anything to get out of hand."
Harry wished things weren't as difficult as they were. In the years after the war, there became a popular sentiment among certain pure-bloods that they were being hard done by as punishment for their support, tacit or otherwise, of Voldemort. They liked to stir up trouble and joke around about Voldemort's reign, something that was quite difficult for the victims of Voldemort to handle. Many of the new Aurors joined up specifically because of what they'd gone through during the war. Many still struggled to reign in their emotions when dealing with cases like this, which made the pure-bloods all the more furious whenever an Auror stepped out of line. Harry was one of the few who managed to keep his head on straight, and that was why he was called to deal with situations like this so frequently.
"Don't worry," Harry told Laura. "I'll take care of it. Where is he?"
"In the western antechamber," Laura said, clearly relieved that Harry was here to help.
"Just go back to your patrols by the entrance," Harry said. "I'll get Mr Malfoy under control and then you can call in an Auror escort to take him down to a holding cell for the night."
"Thank you, Harry," Laura beamed as she turned around to hurry back to her post.
Harry quickly downed his glass of elven wine and headed back towards the entrance. He passed by countless men and women, more than few of whom watched him as he walked. Given how much Witch Weekly loved to report on his 'fantastic body and killer looks,' he knew what these people were interested in him for. While they may have been too shy to approach Harry Potter at a party, they were more than willing to approach a mysterious hunk.
Harry deftly avoided any attempt made to stop him or get his attention. He walked with his head held high like he had a purpose as he manoeuvred through the crowds until he reached the side door that led off to the antechamber that Laura had mentioned. He gave it a sharp knock before pushing the door open and stepping inside, closing the door swiftly behind him as the sudden sound of shouting reached his ears.
"—fired! Every last bloody one of you!" Draco Malfoy raged as he paced back and forth. "You can't keep me in here like some wild animal! I demand a trial before my peers—"
"There's no need for a trial," Harry said loudly as he stepped into the room.
"Senior Auror Potter, sir," Auror Dobbs, another recent recruit, snapped to attention. "Thank you for coming sir, we've—"
"Potter," Draco sneered, cutting off Auror Dobbs. "Of all the bloody people to have to deal with, it's you?"
"Save it," Harry snapped at him. "Keep quiet while I hear out Auror Dobbs' report."
"Or what?" Draco asked.
Harry glared at Draco coldly. From the way Draco's face paled, Harry knew that his eyes had the desired effect. He'd been able to manifest something akin to the twinkle that was always in Dumbledore's eyes, only with Harry it looked more like the green of his eyes flared for a brief moment. It had the wonderful effect of unsettling anyone who was hostile to him, giving Harry an extra fraction of a second to react in dangerous moments.
Turning away from the nuisance, Harry gestured to Auror Dobbs to go on.
"He tried to enter the party wearing this, sir," Auror Dobbs said, pulling out a silver Death Eater mask from within her robes.
Harry took the mask into his hands and looked it over carefully. "It's a genuine one," he murmured to himself.
"I just bought it off of someone," Draco protested. "I didn't know it was real."
"And who did you buy it from?" Harry asked.
Draco shrugged weakly, glancing away from Harry. "Some street vendor in Knockturn Alley."
A lie, of course. More than likely, Draco got this from one of his buddies or even his dad's old collection. If he did get it from Knockturn Alley, then it would've been from a proper shop and not some random street vendor. Everyone knew that anyone peddling goods on the street of Knockturn Alley was usually up to no good. Draco wouldn't risk himself like that.
"You do realise that the Ministry outlawed all Death Eater paraphernalia," Harry told Draco. "Real or otherwise."
"It was just a joke," Draco said.
"Not a particularly funny one," Harry retorted. "By bringing this into the Ministry, we have enough evidence to keep you in holding for up to twenty-four hours before we charge you with a crime. Looks like you'll be spending your night in lockup rather than partying with all of your buddies."
Draco's face went red at that. "You can't do this!"
"Actually, I can," Harry rolled his eyes. "Auror Dobbs, please call in an escort to have Draco Malfoy brought down to a holding cell. Have him processed. I'll deal with any paperwork tomorrow."
"Yes sir," Auror Dobbs grinned, pleased at being able to put this nuisance away.
Draco started shouting obscenities again, so Harry whipped out his wand and cast a silencing charm on the man's mouth before he headed back towards the door. He wasn't actually going to charge Draco with any crimes; it would be an utter waste of time given how hard Draco would fight for his innocence. Instead, Harry just planned on letting him stew away in a holding cell for a day until he'd calmed down. Maybe he could even convince Draco to offer up an apology to the two Aurors by saying that he'd release him if he did. Draco didn't need to know that Harry was planning on doing it anyway.
Harry carefully opened the door, making sure he didn't accidentally slam it into anyone before he stepped out into the party. It was really starting to get into the swing of things now that all of the fashionably-late guests had finally started to arrive.
Speaking of whom…
The bouncing blond hair of a witch drew Harry's attention out of the corner of his eye. She was walking alone, wearing an incredibly flattering set of silver dress robes. They clung to her figure like a second skin, with the occasional rippling of the fabric looking like the waves of an ocean. Subtle blue lace was threaded through the bodice, highlighting the plunging neckline that showed off plenty of her creamy cleavage. Her face was obscured by a silver-coloured mask that covered the upper half of her face. Curled silver threads extended out from her right eye and danced along her hairline up towards her forehead while two silver leafs sprung from the outer corner of her left eye.
As ravishing as she looked and as striking as her mask was, Harry's gaze was most drawn to the single-most striking blue eyes that he'd ever seen in his life. They were the colour of an afternoon sky in the middle of the summer. The gentle blue of her eyes had the occasional paler patch that reminded him of thin clouds.
He was so lost in her eyes that he didn't even realise for several seconds that she was staring right back at him. Her lips curled into a cute smile, and then she suddenly disappeared into the crowd.
Everything else faded from Harry's mind as he pushed forward after this mysterious woman. There was something about her that just took his breath away. He needed to see her again, needed to know that this wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him. His enchanted robes would've warned him of any intrusive magic affecting his mental processes. This was all her and her beauty.
It didn't take Harry long to realise that she was purposefully avoiding him. He'd followed her steps perfectly in the crowd, only to catch a glimpse of her gorgeous hair off to his left. It felt like she was teasing him, making sure that he caught just the briefest glimpse of her before she disappeared again. Were he any other man, he had no doubts that he would've lost track of her long ago, but his skills as an Auror had taught him how to hunt down criminals.
The cat-and-mouse game continued on for several minutes. Even when Harry saw other attractive witches giving him a once over look or an inviting smile, he ignored them completely. This mysterious woman had him captivated. He needed to know everything about her.
Slowly, Harry started to make up some ground on her. He used his positioning to his advantage to block off her paths of escape, keeping her from dashing back into the centre of the room. She skirted along the edges of the room where people stood around talking and drinking. The crowds were thinner there, making it far easier for Harry to keep track of her.
Harry could see that she knew this game wasn't going to last for much longer. Her movements became slower as she gave into the inevitability, but the smile on her lips never faded.
Finally, she came to a halt near a table laden with drinks, deliberately facing away from him.
Harry swept up behind her, standing close enough for her to smell his cologne. "Caught you," he said huskily.
"Did you now?" The witch laughed quietly. Her voice sounded a touch familiar, but not so familiar that he could identify who it was. "Or did I just take pity on you and give up?"
"You don't seem the type to give up unless you knew that the result was already decided," Harry countered playfully. "You did put up a good chase though."
"That's quite a compliment coming from the brightest rising star in the Auror department," she replied.
"So, you know who I am," Harry stated the obvious. "How?"
The witch picked up a glass of red wine off of the table and took a small sip of it before suddenly spinning around to face Harry. "You have an aura about you, Mr Potter. It's impossible not to notice."
"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "And what is my aura like?"
"It's… dangerous," she said after a significant pause. "And intoxicating. People are drawn towards you because they feel like you could protect them or take them down at a moment's notice. It's simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying to behold. You're like a flame, and we're all the moths that are drawn to it."
"You're saying this like it's a good thing," Harry said, noting her tone.
"Who wouldn't want to be protected by a man like you," she replied with a smirk. "And who wouldn't love the thrill of having you pin them up against the wall before you tie their wrists together."
"If it helps, I don't usually do things like that on the first date," Harry joked lightly.
"Usually?" The witch questioned playfully.
"You're making me reconsider what I'd be willing to do to you," Harry said flirtatiously.
"It's a shame that we're not on a date then," she sighed. "I would have loved to see what you had in store for me."
"Aren't we?" Harry asked. "I thought that little chase was our appetiser."
"If it was, then what would the main course be?" She asked.
"Dancing of course," Harry answered.
"And for dessert?"
"You."
His offer hung in the open air for less than a second before the mysterious witch latched onto it. "Give me your arm."
Harry offered it out to her, and she clung to him eagerly. "You still haven't told me your name."
"Doesn't that add to the fun?" She winked at him.
He thought about pressing her but decided against it. He was certain that he'd know it before the night was over with.
He led her back through the crowd onto the dance floor just as a fast-paced song picked up.
It had been a surprise to Harry to learn that witches and wizards loved fast-paced dancing as much as muggles did. He'd always figured that pure-bloods would be stuck up and stick to formal dances, but they were as rowdy as anyone else. Since the party was still in full swing with an electrifying energy, everyone was crammed together and dancing wildly to a beat that thrummed through Harry's chest.
Harry came to a stop near a crowded section of the dance floor and spun the witch in front of him. She caught herself smoothly and started to dance with him, but it quickly became clear that their dancing was only a pretext to feel each other's bodies. While Harry started conservatively with his hands on her hips, she surprised him by running her hands along his chest and placing her thigh between his legs, feeling his cock within his robes and starting to stir it awake.
They locked eyes, and then she gave him the most devious smile imaginable that Harry couldn't help but let out a laugh. This witch was trouble, but he was willing to risk it. He hadn't had this much fun at an event like this ever before.
They danced together for song after song. Harry lost track of how long they danced. Most of his attention was focused on the feeling of her arse rubbing across his crotch or her breasts squished against his chest. The heat and sweat of it all only made it all the more exciting, and those beautiful blue eyes that were practically screaming at Harry to pick her up into his arms and fuck her in front of all of those people made his cock ache with need.
Instead, Harry kissed her soundly. The witch's soft lips responded to his with an equal desire. The world around them fell away as they kissed and kissed, and the only reason they stopped was the ending of the song.
As they broke apart, the woman grabbed his hand in hers and began to walk away with him in tow.
When she started to pull him away from the dance floor, Harry instantly knew where the night was going. He allowed her to lead him away, enjoying watching the sway of her hips and the bounce of her arse beneath her dress robes. Several jealous looks were sent their way as they walked off of the dance floor towards the main exit. Auror Dobbs and Auror Madley were back on duty there, and Harry didn't miss their smug, conspiratorial grins as they watched him get led out by this beautiful witch.
The woman was clearly leading him towards the lift, which would presumably take them back to the Atrium, but Harry didn't want to wait an extra second longer to get down to business.
"Take your next left," he told her.
As he was one of the people in charge of security at this event, Harry knew the layout of this entire level of the Ministry. He guided the woman down towards the old Ministry archives and record-keeping sections, knowing that there wouldn't be anyone around at this time of night.
They walked down a long corridor for quite a ways before Harry saw the exact junction he wanted them to take. It was out of the way enough that no one was likely to stumble upon them by accident. He gently tugged on the woman's hand and gestured for her to take another left turn.
The moment they rounded the corner, Harry spotted a quiet alcove to duck into and sprang into action. The woman's earlier words still rung loudly throughout his mind. He shoved her against the wall as roughly as he could without actually hurting her and pressed himself against her back. Her breathing hitched sharply as he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head.
"Was this what you had in mind from me?" Harry whispered into her ear. His erection was pressed firmly against her arse, and he could feel her wiggling back against him ever so slightly.
"It's not far off," she replied teasingly despite the fact that she was breathless. "But you still haven't checked to see if I have anything dangerous on me that could hurt you."
"The only thing that could do that now is if you asked me to stop," Harry replied.
The woman let out a throaty chuckle. "There's no way that's happening. At least not until I've had my fill of you. And from what I can tell, you have a lot to fill me up with."
Merlin, this woman was going to be the death of him. He felt like a horny teenager who was about to have sex for the first time. He had no idea how he was going to last with someone so seductive. He needed to buy himself some time.
"Patience," he chastised her lightly. He kept her wrists pinned with one of his hands while the other found her hip. "Like you said, I still need to check you over for anything dangerous."
"I think you did enough of that while we were dancing," she replied, pressing herself harder against him.
She wanted him to fuck her now, but Harry couldn't when he was so ready to burst. He needed to put her on edge too.
His fingertips ran the length of the plunging neckline of her dress robes with a painful slowness. Even when his fingers brushed across her breasts, Harry resisted the urge to grab them fully in his palm. Even when she tried to thrash against his control so that he would touch her a bit more, Harry just kept her pinned in place and took his sweet time exploring every inch of her body.
"You're killing me here," the woman huffed.
"Like you weren't doing that to me on the dance floor," Harry retorted.
His touches continued slowly as he ran down the curve of her waist towards her thighs. Then, just as his fingers were perfectly positioned, he slowly dragged them across her smooth belly to her far hip, moving dangerously close towards her core. Her little whine told him that he'd succeeded in teasing her the way he wanted.
"If you don't get inside of me right this instant—"
"Patience," Harry repeated with a chuckle.
"You've used it all up," she retorted sharply. "Flip my dress up and fuck me dammit."
"You were the one who started these games," Harry reminded her. "I thought that you liked to play."
"Harry Potter—"
"Alright," Harry laughed. "I'll give you what you want. Just remember that you asked for it."
Harry let go of her wrists and hiked up her dress robes with lightning-fast speed. Her bubbly, pale arse stood before him just begging to be spanked, but he instead pulled her thong aside to reveal her dripping wet pussy. Her body trembled as she heard Harry undo his zipper. His cock was rock hard in his hands as he lined himself up with her opening.
"Oh fuck," the woman whimpered as Harry's cock sank into her tight, heavenly pussy.
Oh fuck was right. Harry could barely contain himself with just how incredible this woman felt around his cock. He slammed all the way forward, filling her up with a ruthless thrust that took his breath away. His hips were pressed firmly up against her arse, and all he could do was listen to her pant as he grinded against her. If he started moving already, he was sure to combust.
And yet that driving need urged him on anyway. The woman's head lolled back, and Harry's lips found her exposed neck as he began to thrust inside of her. He kissed her hard, making sure to leave a lingering mark to let everyone know exactly who she belonged to. A woman like her was bound to receive plenty of attention from other men tonight, and he wanted to put a stop to that before it started.
The woman groaned from his antics and braced herself against the wall. Her pussy clenched down around his cock hard. He couldn't help but pridefully wonder how long she'd dreamt about being fucked by Harry Potter; she wouldn't be the only witch he'd come across who'd fantasised about it. The fact that she knew who he was and still led him on that chase was enough to confirm that she had a thing for him before tonight. He wondered who she was, but that was a question that could be answered another time.
"Harder," the woman moaned, and Harry was more than happy to oblige her.
A fear crept into Harry's mind that they might get caught given how noisily his hips were smacking into this witch's arse, but his lust won out over his fears. Her plump cheeks rippled from each thrust in as her pussy devoured his cock. Her walls were so slick with wetness that he had no trouble really giving it to her as rough and hard as she wanted, even with how tight she was around his cock.
Each thrust into this witch's pussy left Harry feeling more and more dizzy. It was similar to the haze he got into when he was dancing with her, but it was undeniably far more pleasurable. It was the type of experience that he longed for. Not every witch he fucked was special like this one, and he knew that he was going to keep coming back to her after tonight.
"Yes, my good boy," the woman cried out loudly as she let her head hang low. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck!"
Harry slammed hard into her pussy and let out his own moan of pleasure. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned as he pulled his hips back.
It was awkward, but the woman twisted her head back to face him. "Kiss me," she practically begged.
Harry obliged her happily, still thrusting away into her wonderful pussy. Their kiss was needy and desperate, and Harry realised exactly why she'd been so demanding when he felt her pussy begin to shudder around his cock. It felt so surreal that he was about to make this witch cum on his cock so quickly like this, but their build up had been intense.
She couldn't keep up the kiss anymore when she came. Her entire body convulsed and her hands slipped from the wall. Harry had to wrap his arms around her waist and hold her against him to keep her standing as she came. It was hard to still fuck her when she was like this, but Harry contented himself with stirring his cock around inside of her pussy as her walls clamped down on him.
The second she regained control over herself, the woman turned back around to kiss Harry again.
"Are you close?" She asked him in a hazy, dreamy tone.
"Yes," he said.
When she pushed him away from her and his cock slipped out of her pussy, disappointment filled him. But it all faded the second she dropped to her knees and grabbed his slick cock in her hands. Her swollen lips parted and she took him into her mouth.
"Fuck," Harry groaned as she took him deep into her mouth.
The woman happily gagged and slobbered over every inch of his cock as she took him into her throat. Whoever she was, she had some impressive skills here. She barely ever had to take a breath in. She was just too focused on sucking his cock.
Drool started to drip out of the corners of her lips as strands of spit dangled from the base of his cock. The woman almost seemed annoyed that her cock-sucking abilities weren't making him cum instantly. She worked harder at it, forcing herself down onto his cock faster and faster as she slammed her face forward. Harry was too lost in the pleasure of it all to care about her ego. He just stroked her luscious hair and enjoyed this treat.
It took nearly three minutes before he felt the familiar churning begin.
"I'm close," he warned her.
Suddenly, the woman pulled her head back completely so that his cock left her warm, delicate mouth. She wrapped both of her hands around his shaft and started pumping him hard and fast. All it took was a few strokes before Harry felt a load of cum begin to fire out of his cock.
His thick seed plastered across the woman's mask and face. Strands of cum shot across her hair and dripped down her face. It turned him on so much to see her now fully marked by him.
Finally, when the last droplets of cum collected at the tip of his cock, the woman sucked him clean with a smile.
Harry helped her to her feet as they both began to rearrange their clothes. Harry stuffed his cock away while the witch fixed her thong.
"I can't exactly go back out there looking like this," she said with amusement in her voice as she gestured to her cum-covered face.
"No one would know who you are though," Harry pointed out.
"They would if I did this."
Harry nearly gasped when the woman pulled her mask off of her face. He couldn't believe that he hadn't recognised her sooner.
"Narcissa?" Harry said in surprise.
"You got me," Narcissa winked at him.
He'd just fucked Draco's mum at a Ministry party?! He nearly burst out laughing. The expression must have shown on his face because he saw Narcissa crack a small smile.
"Yes, I realise that you took my son into custody tonight," Narcissa said. "He's been nothing but trouble since his father's incarceration, and I fear that he's on the same path as Lucius."
"Did you do this just to upset him then?" Harry asked.
"No," Narcissa shook her head. "In truth, I've wanted this for a long time now. It's just taken me some time to work up the courage to do it."
"You should've done it sooner," Harry told her.
"We'll just have to make up for lost time then," Narcissa told him. "How would you like to stay the night at mine?"
"I'd love to," Harry told her sincerely.
"And in the morning, have one of your underlings let Draco out of his holding cell," Narcissa told him. "I'd love to see his reaction when he comes home and sees us having breakfast together."
The two of them grinned at each other. This was bound to be the start of a very interesting relationship.