Harry helped the lovely redhead clean herself up with his wand. After a few minutes maneuvering around each other in the cramped space, they managed to freshen up and get their clothes pulled back in their proper places. Susan and Harry stepped outside, Susan still with a slightly dreamy look in her eyes.
"Fun time?" Tonks asked, waiting for them on the other side.
Susan nodded, giggling. Tonks shook her head and playfully bumped Harry in the arm.
"You guys were punctual," she said. "Good job about that. It's going to start soon."
"What is?" Harry asked.
"The Ministry has a formal talk for all these kids," Tonks said. "They funnel them into an event hall and have one of the senior Aurors on duty talk to them. I think Ava Savage is doing it this time around. She's great, so I figured we might as well sit in on it. And that's where Susan was SUPPOSED to be heading about ten minutes ago."
Tonks led them out of the Aurors office and took them to another area Harry had never been to. The room they entered was one of the biggest he'd seen in the whole Ministry, only beaten by the Atrium and the courtroom where he was tried for underage magic. There were lots of seats facing a wooden stage. Harry and Susan took some of the last seats near the back, while Tonks stood next to the door and made sure to look official.
They made it just in time. As soon as their butts touched the upholstery underneath them, a woman walked onto stage with brisk steps. Harry—and every other man in the room—immediately had their attention grabbed.
"I guess that's Savage," Harry whispered.
He managed to keep his composure, but not everyone was so lucky. It wasn't like this Auror was Fleur's long lost veela cousin or anything. Her face was cute but still fairly average. It was hard to see what shape her body was in under the robes, but Harry had never met an unfit Auror, so he assumed it was fairly toned.
No, the thing that had every boy in the room staring was her chest. When Savage walked on stage, two huge melons had bounced all over in time with her steps. They were even bigger than Susan's.
"Ava doesn't use a bra because she says it gets in the way while dueling," Tonks whispered, having leaned over to get close to Harry's ear. She eyed him with a smirk. "Want me to turn into her the next time we do it? I've seen her naked before. I could do a perfect replica."
Harry pushed her away. Not because he didn't like the idea, but because his pants were starting to get seriously tight, and he wasn't in the mood to waddle out of the auditorium when this was over trying to hide a massive boner.
In an attempt to kill off his erection, Harry looked for a distraction. His eyes fell on a familiar man standing at the very back of the room. Pius Thicknesse was watching Ava from behind like a hawk. He then sent his eyes roaming around the room, searching the assembled faces. When he reached Harry, they lingered for a moment, then moved on. Harry didn't like that man all that much. He knew his job was highly important as the Head of the DMLE in a time of war, so he should cut him some slack. However, Harry felt like the man hung him out to dry when they did that press conference together. It was like he'd been TRYING to get Harry torn apart.
Harry couldn't help a savage smile that formed as he remembered the aftermath of that. Thicknesse didn't do much to help him, but it still ended with Rita obediently cumming on his dick and ending up under his thumb. Harry stared silently at Thicknesse as if saying, 'Jokes on you, I handled it anyway.'
Thicknesse turned and left suddenly, not even staying to watch the talk.
"Good of you all to be here," said a woman's voice.
Harry returned his attention to the Auror on the stage as she began to talk. He tried (and kind of failed) to look at her eyes and not her chest. They were much smaller and hard to pick out, alright?
"My name is Ava Savage," she said. "I've been an Auror for just over two decades."
A young man in the front row's hand shot in the air.
"Yes?" Savage called on him.
"How old are you?" he blurted.
"Too old for you," Savage said. She turned away, and Harry thought she added a little extra to the motion, just so that her chest would bounce extra as she did it. Harry admired the move. If she was going to be looked at abtwat, she was going to make it a show just to mess with the guy who annoyed her. "Unless there are any other needless interruptions, I can get started. I expect you are all a bit bored because you expect me to talk about safety and precautions and other bland things. However, those things bore me as much as they bore you. I'd rather give a demonstration."
A ton of men perked up, hoping to be called on as a volunteer. Ava, however, made a strange face. Her eyes looked almost glazed over with how focused they were while looking around the crowd. They didn't stop until they picked out Harry sitting near the back.
"You," she said.
Harry's eyes widened. Him? But he was sitting so far away and…
"Are you too chicken?" Ava asked. "That would be a terrible thing for the great Harry Potter."
Harry frowned, already standing up. He'd been surprised, not scared. He wasn't sure why she wanted him in particular or what she had planned.
But that didn't mean he was going to back down.
Harry was aware of how many people were looking at him as he approached the stage. Savage waited for him with her arms crossed, a position that only propped up those ridiculous funbags.
"Take out your wand," she said when he got on stage. Unsure where this was going, Harry listened.
"As Mr. Potter was kind enough to volunteer, I'll use him for a demonstration!" Savage said. "In this instance Mr. Potter will be a dark wizard. Scandalous, I know. As you can see, he's drawn his wand already, while mine is out of my hands. What should I do?"
"Pray?" suggested someone in the front row.
"A good idea… if you're eager to die," Savage said. "Nobody is coming to save you. No matter the situation, you have to believe that, or else you'll freeze up. Instead, I should do something like this."
Savage kicked out with surprising speed. She was more agile than Harry expected, but that wasn't why the attack landed. He was just distracted watching her chest bounce.
Her leg impacted his ankles and knocked him forward. She swept him into a chockholed before he could fall.
"The dark wizard might have looked scary, but I bet you don't envy his position now!" Savage declared.
Quite the opposite, Harry was aware that every man in the room wanted to take his place. While her arm was around his throat, she was pulling his head back into her big soft breasts, wedging him between them. He actually could've stayed there happily for a very long time. Asphyxiation excluded, of course.
"You've got to think on your feet," Savage told the room. "That's what it means to be a good Auror, always going above and beyond. Doing the dirty work."
She hauled Harry up as she spoke, releasing him. But as she pushed him away, she managed to do so by placing her hand on the bulge in his pants. Harry's jaw dropped. There was no way this was all on accident.
Savage fed the crowd some cliches after this about duty and responsibility. After only around ten minutes, throughout all of which she kept Harry on stage with her, making no indication to have him leave. At times, he even caught her pointing her body toward random areas of the room to try and give him a view down her robes. By the time she reached her closing remarks, Harry was completely convinced that this was all intentional.
"...and that is what it REALLY means to be an Auror," Savage said. "If you still think you have what it takes, maybe I'll see you as a trainee one day. Until then, leave the work to the professionals. Anything you'd like to add, volunteer?"
Harry looked at her, then turned to the crowd.
"Just one thing," he said.
Behind Savage's body, hidden from the crowd, he reached over and grabbed her bum through her robes, giving it a fierce squeeze. It was risky, but after all the teasing he'd taken Harry wanted to get some of his own back. Savage went stiff but didn't push him off.
"Auror Savage has given a great talk," Harry said, "and she's really made this a great day for me. I hope she can have a great day herself: she's earned it."
He looked right at her, groping Savage harder.
"That's all everybody. Dismissed!" Savage said.
Harry let go of her backside, but she grabbed his wrist.
"Potter," she said. "I've got one more demonstration you can help me with. If you'd just accompany me to the back room…"
LINE BREAK
"Schlurp. Schlurp. Gluck!"
Harry groaned, running his hands through Savage's auburn hair. She had him pinned right up against the wall of the office behind the auditorium. After dragging him in there, she'd wasted no time in yanking the top half of her robes off and undoing her bra. From there, everything had been a blur.
Her bra was laying across the break table behind her now, while her robes had fallen all the way down her stomach. Her breasts were bigger than Susan's for sure, although it wasn't by much, and they sagged a lot more. That didn't stop her from propping them up with her hands and molding them around Harry's dick. Her head was bent forward, sucking on his cockhead as it jutted from the top of her cleavage, and she was looking up at him the entire time.
"Damn, Aurors sure know how to use their mouths," Harry grunted, thinking of all the times Tonks had gotten him off in similar ways.
Even by Harry's standards, after he'd gotten pretty damn used to women jumping his bones, this one had been sudden. He'd never met Auror Savage before, yet she picked him out of the crowd and brought him here. Maybe middle-aged women could just be horny like that. Sirius once warned him about the type when Molly Weasley wasn't listening: cougars.
Now that he thought about it, maybe Sirius hadn't been avoiding Molly when he told him because Molly would be scandalized, but because she was a borderline cougar herself.
Harry tried to shift to get comfortable, but Savage used her strong arms to hold him in place. Her breasts sagged lower on her shaft without her hands holding them up, but she picked up the slack by taking him deeper in her mouth. For a woman as experienced as this, relaxing her throat to allow a dick inside was as easy as breathing.
"Do you treat all the male Aurors this way when they get back from a mission?" Harry said.
He was holding her hair back in an impromptu ponytail to keep it out of the way. He thought Savage would get mad at his taunts, but she just kept sucking like she couldn't hear him. She was a lot less fiery than she'd been on the stage… except for her strong physical insistence that he stay put.
Savaged pushed her lips lower, gagging on him for real for the first time, and Harry groaned.
"It's coming," he warned.
He pulled on the hair he was holding back, sliding Savage's face back to deliver his load across both her cheeks. The facial splattered globs of semen onto her. She was lucky he'd hooked up with Susan before coming, or Savage would've had a lot more to wipe off.
"That was brilliant," Harry told her honestly. "I've got at least five more in me, so how do you want to—"
The door opened. Harry cursed, trying to pull his pants up, but they got caught on his knees. He tried to turn away at least, so his dick wasn't sticking toward the door, but Savage was still holding his hips and wasn't letting go. Where was her sense of shame?
Harry dearly hoped this was Tonks coming to join in. But unless she's shapeshifted as part of a REALLY sick prank, that was an empty hope, because Pius Thicknesse himself was standing there.
"I can explain?" Harry said, staring at one of the highest ranking ministry officials with his pants down and one of the man's Aurors half naked in front of him, Harry's cum dripping from her chin.
Pius Thicknesse hardly looked at the scene. Harry noticed that his wand had been in his hand before he opened the door, and alarm bells started ringing inside Harry's head. Too late.
Pius Thicknesse aimed his wand at Harry: "Imperio."
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