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Amelia was frozen in place as her heart pounded in her chest like she had been just ambushed by a dozen Death Eaters … but it was not the case. No, she was just looking at a naked Harry Potter while she shivered naked, trying to process the after-effects of the polyjuice potion.

And, she wasn't battling for her life … just for her dignity.

Though, she had a feeling, like that particular battle was already lost.

"So, Minister," Harry said, his smirk wide as he pinned her down — with only his gaze, and not with his body like earlier. "Do you want to explain why my paramour had suddenly transformed into one of her family members?"

Amelia shivered at his pointed words, hating herself that his confident tone only made her body ache for more, her desire interfering with her ability to make a decision. She opened her mouth, but under his emerald gaze, she failed to come up with an excuse.

Even a lame one.

"Well, minister," he said as he took a step forward, hovering above her. "How about I present you a nice excuse for your inability to speak," he said as he leaned forward a little more, leaving no doubt about what he was talking about. However, his greedy gaze would have revealed it even if his movement did not.

It was wrong. She was the Bones Matriarch, and she was the Minister of Magic. It was undignified. Humiliating.

Just, not as humiliating as being caught while masquerading as her niece, Amelia suddenly decided as she raised her head, capturing his shaft.

Having an excuse not to talk was nice, Amelia thought. As she closed her eyes, it was easier to convince herself that the polyjuice still worked, giving her a chance to enjoy the situation without any complicated questions.

So, Amelia ignored her identity as the Minister of Magic, not resisting in any way as he pinned her head with his hand, pumping into her mouth aggressively. She let him do as he wished, surrendering herself to the pleasure.

Then, he pulled back. Amelia opened her eyes hesitantly. "Let's find a better position, Minister," he teased even as he conjured a chair for himself — wandlessly, his display of power once again highlighting he was far more than a young man — and sat down, spreading his legs apart and pointing between them.

"W-what do you mean," Amelia found herself asking to get a second for herself despite knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"Simple, Minister," he answered, his smirk showing he was deliberately using her title, not as a sign of respect, but as a way to mock her. She wanted to argue against it, but considering the circumstances, she found it difficult. "Get on your knees, and suck it in a way that makes it worthwhile."

Amelia shuddered at the domineering, degrading tone he used, but that did nothing to affect the speed she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his girth. It wasn't the first time she did so, but somehow, after every other time that she had been disguised as someone else, it did feel weird.

The wrongness of it didn't stop her even for a second as she devoured his length while his hands landed on her breasts, squeezing them aggressively. "Wow, minister. Your tits are much better than Susan's," he said.

Amelia couldn't say that she appreciated the comparison even though she was the winner. It only reminded her of the wrongness of her actions, something that she would have loved to forget. Maybe she could silence him if he was busy groaning, Amelia decided as she decided to show her full range of abilities.

She might not have a lot of personal experience due to her busy life, but she had busted enough businesses in Knockturn Alley when she was just a junior Auror to see a lot of tricks, and Occlumency was an excellent tool to dig those memories.

She started bobbing her head up and down far more aggressively as she used her pouty lips to create an intense suction. Harry groaned in shock, showing that her tricks were useful.

She let herself stay focused on his girth, the dedicated movement doing wonders to help her ignore the guilt and the other complicated aspects of the situation. Of course, as the Minister, she shouldn't be copying the tricks of Knocktrurn alley whores … but then, she shouldn't have been disguising herself as others to enjoy the forbidden taste of the hero of the wizarding world.

But why not, she corrected herself. She had dedicated her life to the safety and security of her nation, to the point of living as a spinster. Why should she stop it now that she finally found a source of pleasure?

Especially since there was no harm in keeping the hero of their world stress-free, right?

She did her best not to analyze that line of thought any more than necessary as she continued to suck Harry's cock with great enthusiasm, not even complaining when he grabbed her head to help her, invading her throat like she was nothing but a toy.

She loved it.

Amelia managed to open her eyes enough to catch his intense eyes glowing with mischief as he continued to treat her rougher and rougher, filling her throat completely. "Excellent, minister. You're definitely my favorite politician."

Amelia wanted to give an answer to his clearly backhanded compliment, but as her eyes watered under his merciless invasion, she found it very difficult to achieve. Instead, she gagged and moaned while he invaded her throat mercilessly.

She expected him to continue for a while more, which was why she was shocked when he pulled, only to explode against her face. A deliberate insult, Amelia realized as she caught his gaze once more, but she wasn't able to answer it as she knelt in front of him, gasping and rasping for breath.

"It's a good look for you, Minister," Harry teased her. Amelia tensed, expecting more insults, but instead, he waved his hand … and Amelia found herself floating.

Another wandless spell, one that she could never replicate, once again showing his power … making her even wetter. Though, she wasn't too surprised by the display. After all, there was a reason she was willing to trust him to save their world, and it was not the prophecy.

Yet, as she found herself bent over on her dining table, where generations of Bones family members took the most important decisions, she couldn't help but whimper. The various portraits looking at them with distaste didn't help. Yet, despite the implication of being conquered, Amelia just limited herself to shivering under his touch while he pressed against her entrance.

Luckily, once he invaded her aggressively, all the thoughts about the potential indignity flew away. She just bit her lips to contain her cries while he slipped inside, his girth stretching her once more. She didn't know whether it was because she was feeling horny, or it was the impact of the polyjuice, but it did feel like it was just their first time tonight.

"I need to hear your moans, Minister," he said, his hand landing on her ass, breaking her determination to keep her voice down. He didn't continue to spank her, but he didn't need to. His merciless invasion, combined with his own grunts, was enough to keep her determination to avoid humiliation shattered.

It was already too late.

She just moaned like a panicking unicorn, doing her best to stay conscious as he taught her a new meaning of pleasure. She had thought that she had already enjoyed it … but she realized there was a great difference between trying to act like Tonks or Susan, and just letting herself embrace the pleasure fully.

With no fake identity to blunt the impact of his monster.

Never before she had been so thoroughly dominated, and the occasional mentions of her job in a mocking context only drove it deeper. Only then, she realize just how much she used her job to isolate herself from others … and how thoroughly helpless once that veil was torn away.

Amelia surrendered to the pleasure as Harry fucked her mercilessly, leaving no place for any self-doubt, fear, or other pesky concerns that plagued her. For the moment, there was nothing in the world but pleasure.

A concern only appeared when he cum into her, but that was easy to ignore. Witches had a notoriously difficult time getting pregnant — except for a few rare exceptions, but Amelia knew she was not one of them, so she just enjoyed the warmth.

"Do you want to stay here for the next round, or do you want to go to your bedroom?" he asked.

In her hazy mind, Amelia questioned why that was even a question in the first place, but then, it clicked. Susan, the niece whose boyfriend Amelia was … using for her purposes. She had already suffered enough indignity for one evening.

"B-bedroom," she managed to whisper.

"Your wishes, my command, Minister," he said, his tone perfectly subservient … which drove her humiliation even deeper.

But, she was too lost in pleasure to care.