May 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Astoria - Free Use Attendant

Harry sighed wearily as he poured himself a fresh cup of coffee, or as fresh as it remained under a Stasis Charm anyways. It wasn’t truly the same as a fresh cup—it lacked that bright, clean flavour—but it was better than stuff that’d sat out for twenty minutes. He didn’t have the energy or the heart to start a new pot just to have a marginally better brew, and he’d probably just get chewed out for doing so anyways. The British Ministry of Magic’s Auror Department didn’t waste any coffee.

With a grimace, Harry took a sip. He cringed at the flavour but refused to add any sugar on principle. He did add in a bit of cream though, just enough to barely lighten the shade of the drink.

When he took another sip, it went down smooth.

“Rough night?” A voice sounded from behind him.

“How could you tell?” Harry asked sarcastically as he turned and tried to smooth down his impossible hair.

“You look as grim as Parkinson last week when she got brought in for getting caught with a shipment of illegal love potions,” Susan Bones snorted. “Wonder if poor Malfoy will finally wisen up that she’s trying to steal his family’s remaining fortune.”

“Probably not,” Harry shook his head. “He’s as thick as they come. More likely than not he’ll end up trying to get her bailed out. It’s not like he’s got many other options for marriage with the state of his family.”

“But you on the other hand,” Susan wiggled her eyebrows at him. “I heard that you had a hot date in town last night with some French bimbo. Idette Poulin isn’t quite as intelligent as her father, is she?”

Harry took in a deep breath and sighed. “She’s not a bimbo. She’s just…”

“Lost a few screws?” Susan helpfully suggested.

“Not as bright as I’d hoped,” Harry said diplomatically.

“If you wanted brains then you should’ve just dated Hermione,” Susan snorted.

“Pass,” Harry replied instantly. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it of course, but Hermione was his best friend. Besides, their one attempted tryst when they were on the run from the Death Eaters was awkward enough that he’d literally tried to erase it from his memory.

“Well, if you’re looking for someone with a killer body, I’m still available,” she winked at him.

Harry rolled his eyes. “What was it that you said to me before? Oh right, ‘I think we’d work better as colleagues.’”

“Hey, you didn’t exactly disagree with me back then,” Susan pointed out.

No, he hadn’t. Susan had been a logical choice in a dating partner. They worked together in the Auror Department but not close enough that their relationship would truly impact their day-to-day activities. He already knew that she was a brilliant and strong witch from their time in the D.A. together, and she did have an incredible curvaceous figure. They’d had fun for a couple of months together before it became clear that their work dominated almost all of their conversations with each other. They were constantly getting called away on special assignments at different times, leaving them unable to spend much time together. And in the end, Harry felt like Susan was more of a friend than a girlfriend, even if sex with her was incredible.

“Look, I know that you’ve had a long string of bad dates in the past few months… year?”

“Call it a year and a half,” Harry smiled blithely.

Susan put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I just want you to know that I’m willing to sacrifice my time to shag you if you just need to let loose for a bit.”

“You’ll sacrifice your time for me?” Harry chuckled at her words. “Need I remind you that you about this past Christmas when you showed up to the party at the Burrow with two bottles of wine just for us and that racy, red lingerie that you know I lov—”

“Okay, okay,” Susan interrupted, pinching his arm to get him to stop talking. “I’d be more than happy to be fucked silly by you anytime, anyplace. Our relationship didn’t work out, but you can’t deny that we’re very compatible in the bedroom.”

They were, but that wasn’t enough for Harry. He wanted something more… something deeper.

“Thanks for the offer—”

“Ouch.”

“—but I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Harry finished. “Besides, won’t Nott get mad that I’m taking away his mistress from him?”

“Fuck what Nott thinks,” Susan scowled. “I’d get rid of him if his cock wasn’t so nice. Honestly, the Free Use Policy is the only reason I’m still working here at the Ministry.”

Harry gasped dramatically. “My charming company isn’t enough to keep you around?”

“Not unless you’re fulfilling my needs on the regular,” Susan retorted. “Speaking of which, how’s your new lady doing?”

“Pretty good,” Harry answered honestly. “She’s certainly eager.”

“What was her name again?” Susan asked. “It’s not Daphne, is it?”

“No,” Harry shook his head. “It’s her younger sister, Astoria.”

“Right!” Susan exclaimed. “You’re a lucky one then to get a girl who volunteered right after graduating from Hogwarts. I heard from Dean that he got a sixty-year-old woman as his attendant.”

“Some people are into that sort of stuff, you know,” Harry joked.

“Dean isn’t,” Susan replied. “I’m sure that he’s only fucking her because his too annoyed with the situation to think straight otherwise. He’s put in a request for a replacement.”

That was one of the few problems of the Free Use Policy; some people ended up with attendants who they weren’t attracted to. At least he lucked out in that regard.

“I’m sure that Kingsley will organise another attendant to come in for Dean,” Harry said. “He’s been pretty good about helping out anyone who played a part in ending the war.”

“Yeah, he has,” Susan sighed.

“So, why haven’t you gone to get a replacement for Nott?” Harry asked her. “I’m sure that he could set you up with another guy who’s got a decent cock.”

“First of all, I expect better than decent for me. Second… I just haven’t. It’d be annoying to have to train another one to eat me out the way I like or how to sit still and not shuffle about whenever I ride them at my desk.”

“Or maybe you’re starting to like Nott more than you’re letting on,” Harry suggested innocently.

Susan narrowed her eyes at him. “I know that we’re colleagues, but I won’t hesitate to curse you if you suggest something like that again.”

“My mistake,” Harry said as he cheekily held his free hand up in surrender. “I just thought that I heard you moaning his name the other day when I was walking by your desk. It really sounded like you liked him.”

“I… urgh,” Susan groaned and swiped his cup of coffee out of his hands and downed it in a single gulp before shoving the cup against his chest. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Take him out on a date sometime,” Harry called out to Susan as she stormed away from him. “I’m sure that the two of you could get along wonderfully.”

She flicked a V sign at him before she rounded the corner.

Chuckling to himself, Harry considered pouring himself another cup of coffee before giving up on the idea. His chat with Susan had woken him up enough that he could wait until a fresh pot had been brewed. For now, it was probably best for him to get to his desk so that he could see what paperwork needed to be done.

As he left the small break room, Harry entered into the main Auror office where dozens of desks sat spread out. It followed a logical order where Senior Aurors sat towards the back of the room while new recruits sat by the front. Each desk was accompanied by two chairs, one directly behind it and another just off to the side. Most of the chairs behind the desks were vacant, but every single one off to the side had someone sitting in it.

At first, seeing naked people every day was one of the oddest parts about the Free Use Policy that Kingsley had instituted. The idea behind the legislation had made sense: happy and relaxed workers were more productive, and helping to boost the birth rate of a country decimated by two recent wars didn’t hurt either. It’d passed with overwhelming support on the basis that participation in the program was entirely voluntary on both sides of it. Of course, few turned down receiving an attendant to take care of their sexual needs at work. Harry had been tremendously excited when he first signed up, but walking into work the next day had been quite a shock.

All of the attendants were allowed to dress as they liked on the job. Some chose normal outfits while others were bolder, either wearing next to nothing or nothing at all. By the end of that first day though, it was rare to see an attendant with any clothes on.

Once the initial thrill of the Free Use Policy wore off and people began using it as it was intended for, more of the attendants came to work dressed. Although, some of their masters or mistresses preferred their attendants to be naked at all times for easier access. Maybe one or two in every ten attendants started the day like that, but over half ended the work day without clothes on.

Harry knew a few of the attendants, either from before the Free Use Policy or since it came into being. Megan Jones was a Hufflepuff from his year and a very proud attendant. She waved to him, making the collar around her neck and the chain leash attached to it jingle. Her small, perky breasts bounced around as she moved.

“Have a good day at work, Harry,” she said cheerfully to him.

“You too,” Harry replied with a wave of his own.

Harry passed by to the very back of the room. Despite being far newer than most Aurors, he’d been promoted rapidly for his effectiveness. He was a Senior Auror at only twenty years old—an unheard of feat.

He spotted Astoria’s luscious brown hair as he drew close. She was already seated in her chair, dressed in a set of fine robes that clung to her curves perfectly. He’d told her to dress however she pleased, and she’d chosen to stick to more elegant and seductive outfits. None of them were especially lewd or revealing in any way, but they did give her a very attractive silhouette.

Despite already knowing her naked body, Harry couldn’t help but allow his mind to fantasise her as he drew closer. Astoria’s lithe form was simply pristine—even Veela like Fleur would struggle to match the perfection that she was. But that wasn’t the only thing that Harry enjoyed about her. In the quiet moments in between cases or whenever he needed a break from work, Astoria offered intellectual companionship, which was quite rare among the attendants of the Free Use Policy. She knew a great deal about the world, magic, and simple grammar necessary to complete a tiring report.

With a warm smile, Harry approached her.

“Morning,” he said as he rounded his desk.

Astoria mirrored his smile and straightened her posture. “Good morning, Harry.”

Most Aurors seemed keen on having their attendants refer to them as Sir, Madam, Master, or Mistress, but Harry preferred a more casual approach. It seemed strange to put such a distance between him and his attendant when they worked so closely with one another.

Harry settled himself down in his seat and grimaced at the stack of scrolls of parchment he found waiting for him to deal with. Not all of them were even from his cases. As a Senior Auror, he was expected to scrutinise the work of his juniors and see to it that each and every report met the Ministry’s standards. It was a tiring job and rarely satisfying given the fact that he wasn’t even the one tracking down the criminals referenced in most of these reports.

“I tried to tell Mister Savage that it was too much, but he seemed to believe that you’d be able to handle it all,” Astoria said with a pitiful look.

“He’s not necessarily wrong,” Harry sighed as he pulled the first scroll towards himself. “I just wish that I didn’t have to do this.”

“Being an Auror is more tedious than I imagined,” Astoria admitted as she sat forward in her seat. She was always keen on recognising the burdens of Harry’s job and sympathising with him. “I hope it doesn’t take up your whole morning.”

It probably would, Harry realised as he scanned down the stack of parchment. A few of them were reports that he’d begun but failed to finish the previous day; most came from his subordinates, and he knew that he was bound to have to correct half-a-dozen mistakes in each at least.

“It’s fine,” Harry said, knowing that he had no choice in the matter. Either they were done by his hand or they’d find someone to take over his position. “It’ll take a while, but I’ll get them all done.”

Astoria pushed herself to the edge of her seat. Her fingers teased with the neckline of her robes, pulling them down just enough that Harry was able to make out the top of the swell of her breasts.

“Would you like me to take care of you while you work?” She asked, clearly hoping for an affirmative response.

Harry hesitated as he pulled the first scroll from his stack. He’d been hoping to have a bit of stress relief with his date last night, but he’d left her to return back to her hotel just after supper once he’d realised that she wasn’t meant for him. Even still, her sultry dress and barely-disguised wordplay had left him expecting more from the evening. Seeing Astoria so willing before him was stirring those feelings back up inside of him.

“That would be nice,” Harry admitted.

“Say no more then,” Astoria replied dutifully as she slipped out of her seat.

Harry pushed his chair back and allowed Astoria to crawl underneath his desk. When he pushed back in, he quickly pulled out a quill and a pot of ink and got to work. He didn’t jump in surprise when Astoria’s lithe fingers touched his inner thighs, nor did he when she started to unzip his trousers. All he did was let out a satisfied sigh when he felt Astoria’s warm breath mist against his cock.

Some attendants joined up because they loved having sex. Others volunteered because they got off on having sex openly in front of others or by being watched by others. The smallest category of attendants were those who became one because they wanted to master sex.

Astoria was in that final category.

Never before had Harry had a partner who was so eager to try to please him. Within a week of her being his attendant, she’d learnt exactly how he liked his cock to be sucked depending on his mood. And then she introduced new techniques and patterns that he hadn’t even realised that he’d be so turned on by.

Astoria must have heard about his abysmal date the night before and figured that he didn’t end up taking her back home for some fun afterwards. So, she forewent any type of slow, lingering foreplay that was designed to slowly coax his cock to life. Instead, she started off with wet, slobbery kisses that excited him so much that he was at full mast in mere seconds. Glancing down, Harry could see Astoria’s lipstick staining his shaft with red kiss marks. That didn’t seem to bother Astoria in the slightest though as she kept kissing him until his cock was coated in a nice layer of saliva.

Once she seemed fully satisfied with her swift preparation, Astoria moaned loudly as she took his cock into her mouth. Her lips stretched widely around the wonderful treat that she seemed desperate to suck down as quickly as possible. Her lips slid smoothly along his shaft, and Harry’s quill stilled on the parchment as she pushed further along until she reached the base of his shaft.

“Fuck,” Harry murmured bluntly.

It may have been a trick of the light, but he swore that Astoria’s brown eyes flashed up at him at that moment before she returned to her job. She had little trouble taking his cock all the way down into her throat and even leaving it there for over a minute at a time. She allowed her saliva to soak into his skin and her warm mouth and throat to get his cock nice and comfortable for what was to come next.

Harry was in the middle of trying to sign his name when Astoria started moving again. She wasn’t slow; her head bobbed up and down like a woman possessed. In under a second, she reached the tip of his cock and then pushed her head back forward. The pleasure was intense, and Harry cringed as his finished signature looked a bit off from normal. Still, it was good enough. He rolled the parchment back up and placed it within the secondary tray he had on his desk before moving onto the next scroll.

Focusing on his work was difficult with Astoria sucking his cock so expertly, but the Ministry had accounted for the temporary loss in productivity and determined that the Free Use Policy was still more than worth the effort. No one would begrudge Harry taking a moment to truly enjoy the sexual pleasures he was experiencing, but he carried on with his work regardless.

Normally, it would take nearly half an hour before Harry came into Astoria’s mouth. Today though, she saw no need to slowly tease him to completion. She kept taking him deep into her throat, ensuring to moan as lewdly as possible as she did so before slowly teasing her lips back up to the head of his shaft. Her tongue worked wonders as it slithered around his cock, hitting sensitive spots that Harry didn’t even know existed. This was one of the reasons that he kept grading Astoria’s reports as Outstanding.

Astoria never needed to ask Harry what he wanted her to do; she was naturally able to detect the subtle changes within his body—the way his hips tightened up when she struck a pleasurable point or how his breaths grew more strained—and shifted her behaviour accordingly. When Harry let out a longer, more satisfied groan, she pulled back to the tip of his cock and just let her tongue slither along the underside of it as she stared up at his pleasure-filled face.

“Finish it,” Harry commanded her, sucking in a deep breath as he prepared himself for what was bound to come next.

Astoria didn’t reply verbally. Instead, she responded with actions.

If Harry thought that she’d been bobbing her head quickly before, he was mistaken. Astoria kept her lips tightly sealed around his cock as she moved so quickly that Harry feared it would give her whiplash. Even so, Astoria didn’t slow or stop at all as she sucked his cock.

Harry could feel Astoria’s throat expanding to accommodate his cock as he slid back down it again and again. She was a thin woman, and it boggled his mind as to how she was able to take his thick cock so easily. Nothing he did seemed to dissuade her in any way.

Astoria kept slurping happily around Harry’s cock, sucking as hard as she could as she used every trick she had saved up to tease him towards an orgasm. Harry was so overcome with pleasure that his conscious mind couldn’t keep up with everything that she was doing; all he felt was pleasure.

It was on his third document that Harry finally felt himself reaching the finish line. He placed his quill back into the ink pot a moment before Astoria’s wonderful tongue finally pushed him over the edge and sent him towards ecstasy.

Harry didn’t cry out as many others did. He grabbed Astoria’s head in his hands and pulled her towards him, but she already had her face buried in his crotch so there wasn’t much further that she could go. His seed shot straight down her throat and into her belly. All Harry could hear was his and Astoria’s breathing underneath the distant quill scratchings and moans coming from others who were experiencing pleasure from their attendants.

“Thank you,” Harry told Astoria as she pulled out a tissue and wiped his cock nice and clean before stowing it back within his trousers.

“You’re welcome,” she smiled brilliantly back at him.

Harry allowed her to get out from under his desk before he returned to his work. Astoria strutted off, knowing that if Harry wanted more from her right now, he would’ve expressed it.

While some had initially abused the Free Use Policy by spending all day fucking their attendants instead of working, Harry was not one of those people. He’d instructed Astoria on her very first day to go to the washroom after each encounter with him to get cleaned up instead of waiting around for the next time he wanted to fuck her. She’d accepted his instructions happily.

Feeling utterly refreshed, Harry returned to work and started knocking out reports at a breakneck pace. By the time Astoria returned, he’d gotten another two done.

Astoria settled back into her seat next to him and pulled out a book from within her purse. She knew that Harry would call upon her when he needed, and until then, she would keep to her normal activities.

Harry noticed her book out of the corners of his eyes. It was a recent publication on the application of Charms in muggle technology. Hermione had been reading it recently as well—at least, Harry assumed so having seen it on the coffee table in her flat. He was happy to see that even though Astoria’s work was relegated to little more than sex, she was keeping up with recent magical developments. He left a mental note to ask her about the work later.

The morning passed by easily as Harry completed report after report. However, one of the final few pieces of parchment left for him dealt with the Gaunt family case.

Few knew of Voldemort’s true origins, even now. Harry had requested to Kingsley that they make such matters known to the public, but he’d shut Harry down. His argument had been that anything related to the Gaunt family would suddenly become a holy site for would-be Death Eaters or other pure-blood fanatics. Harry could see his point, but dealing with the Gaunt family’s remaining possessions remained difficult.

Much of the Wizengamot stood opposed to the Ministry claiming the remains of a now dead pure-blood House. They insisted that the Ministry ought to trace back the family’s lineage and pass on whatever possessions remained in the family to the closest next of kin. From his own examination on the matter, Harry had found that the Nott family was the next closest.

What worried Harry was the fact that he was still uncertain if Voldemort had left some sort of contingency plan within the Gaunt family’s remains. There were plenty of books and a few meagre possessions that were so full of magic that it was impossible to detect if anything malicious was within them. So, Harry argued that they ought to be destroyed in Fiendfyre. The Wizengamot disagreed.

Harry was busy preparing an oral argument for the next Wizengamot session when Astoria spoke up.

“Shall I get you lunch?” She asked him softly.

Looking up, Harry realised that he was working well into his lunch break. Sighing, he stowed his quill.

“Yes, please,” Harry told Astoria. “And be sure to get yourself enough food too.”

She understood the subtle meaning behind his words and nodded. “I’ll be back soon.”

And so she was. Within minutes, Astoria returned with two lunches for them. Thick cuts of pork belly sat atop beds of rice and mixed vegetables with a rich sauce on the side.

Setting aside his document, he and Astoria both tucked into their food at his desk. It was tasty enough and very filling, but Harry’s mind was still left upon the argument he was preparing. Convincing the Wizengamot of anything that didn’t come from themselves was difficult.

“Is everything alright?” Astoria asked him.

Sighing quietly, Harry spun his parchment around for Astoria to read. She did so as she continued eating. The only sign that she was actually reading his work was the way her eyes shifted back and forth as they scanned each line.

After several moments, Astoria finished chewing a piece of bok choy before speaking. “Have you thought about invoking the Wallaby Act of 1764?”

Harry frowned in confusion at her. “What is that?” He asked.

Astoria’s beautiful brown eyes flashed up at him. “It says that the holdings of a deceased magical family can first be examined by Ministry officials so long as no claimant has come forth within six months. It was used after a poor wallaby was found dead amongst a noble family’s holdings six years after they went extinct. The act was used to protect creatures and objects that were set to expire within a set period of time so that they could still retain their value.”

If she was right, which Harry didn’t doubt that she was, then he’d found his solution!

“How did you know about this?” Harry asked her in amazement.

Astoria shrugged at him as a small smile graced her lips. “My family was keen on me being as well read as I could be. A tome on ancient laws was a surprisingly nice break of pace after reading three back-to-back books on family lineages.”

“You’re brilliant,” Harry chuckled, shaking his head as he abandoned his lunch to mark down the argument that Astoria had put forth.

Astoria smiled brightly as she read over his work. “This is excellent. I’m sure that the Wizengamot will seriously consider your argument.”

“I couldn’t have done it without your help,” Harry told her sincerely.

“And I wouldn’t have thought of it without your insights,” Astoria said as she leaned forward. “There aren’t many people who take their attendants seriously.”

“Those people are idiots,” Harry remarked. “Just because someone goes into sex work doesn’t mean that they aren’t intelligent.”

“Exactly,” Astoria beamed.

They finished their lunches in a comfortable silence. Several new reports magically floated over to Harry’s desk for him to examine. He watched them pile up with a tiredness that came from not having a proper outlet outside of work. Painful dates and worthless weekends being swarmed by reporters weren’t exactly the relaxing outcomes that he’d hoped for his life.

As Harry returned to work, clearing through one scroll of parchment at a time, he thought about how he could rectify his personal life. He had over three dozen letters requesting a date with him. He’d read through each and every one without finding a single ounce of substance within them. His latest attempt at a date had only come about because Fleur had insisted that Idette Poulin would be different from the rest. Evidently, Fleur didn’t know Idette that well.

The monotonous work didn’t drive his thoughts away from his painful dating life. Eventually, it must’ve shown up on his face because Astoria suddenly leaned across his desk.

“How about another break?” She asked him.

Harry looked back down at his parchment and sighed in frustration. “I’ve got a lot to do.”

“You won’t be good to anyone if you’re too stressed out to think about your work clearly,” Astoria pointed out.

She was right. Merlin, she was always right about everything.

“Okay,” Harry replied. “But I can’t stop working.”

“I’ll work around you,” Astoria assured him.

Harry took his own cock out this time as Astoria knelt down and slowly slid her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and set them back down onto her seat. Harry didn’t miss the very obvious wet spot on them before Astoria blocked his view as she climbed onto his lap.

His cock was hard and raring to go as Astoria dragged her wet slit across him. Her robes clung tightly enough to her figure that was left staring at the outline of her breasts before she shifted forward so that he could see over her shoulder.

In one swift motion, Astoria sank down onto his cock. Her pussy tightened around his thick cock, making every inch that she sank down onto him feel like so much longer than the mere seconds it took before he was buried inside of her. The intense heat and wetness made Harry gasp, but it didn’t stop him from scribbling down his notes on a spare sheet of parchment.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her chest against his so that she didn’t disrupt his view towards his desk, Astoria arched her back and started riding Harry’s cock with an ease that spoke to the experience that she had. Her pussy knew exactly how to squeeze him to eek out every last sound of pleasure.

Harry tore down the front of Astoria’s robes to grasp at her bare breasts. They weren’t quite as large as her older sister, Daphne’s, or Susan’s, but they were still more than a handful. He relished the feeling of her pussy slamming down onto his cock as he squeezed her breast. Her pink nipple was pinched between his fingers as he thrust up into her, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

Harry’s quill kept scratching away at the parchment before him, but his mind steadily drifted back towards Astoria and their coupling. He didn’t know how she managed to maintain a pace that so perfectly reflected what he needed while still keeping him able to focus on his work, but she did so beautifully. He completed two scrolls of parchment before he placed the quill back into the pot of ink and allowed his hand to relax.

Thrusting up into Astoria’s pussy again, she moaned loudly.

“Harry,” she cried out, and his world froze.

Love, adoration, pleasure. Each one of those sensations shot out within Harry in that moment that he truly studied Astoria’s beautiful face. It made it easy to understand why, for the very first time, he kissed her.

Harry knew that he shouldn’t have kissed her, not when all of those feelings swirled within his chest. In an instant, he felt ready to give himself over to Astoria completely, to turn their purely business relationship into something more.

Was that so wrong?

It was hard to offer an objective point of view when his cock was inside of her silken pussy, but Harry tried his best. Astoria was a brilliant witch. She was unbelievably clever with a keen attention to detail and a wonderful conversationalist. There wasn’t much more that Harry could ask out of a partner than that, besides having a fit body, which Astoria clearly did.

In many ways, Harry had long floundered with the type of woman he wanted to be with. His celebrity status as the man who vanquished Voldemort landed him plenty of attention from the most wealthy and influential witches throughout the globe, but many of them were vapid, coming up on their parent’s fortunes or using mere cheap tricks and a charismatic personality to guide them through life. It was rare enough that he met a truly intelligent and sophisticated witch in the many global networking events he took part in.

He’d tried to make it worth with those types of witches before, and he’d always found himself disillusioned with them. Few exhibited genuine love for all of the little things that made Harry himself. Most preferred to parade him about, making a big deal out of the fact that they were dating the Harry Potter. He thought that he could convince them with time that he was worth more than the influence of his name.

Astoria cared for none of that. Despite countless attempts at interviews from the press, she’d refused all of them. Even when they tried to profile her alone, without any statements about Harry himself, she turned the offers down. That spoke greatly to the type of woman that she was.

Astoria seemed to make up the best of what Harry wanted in a partner. If she hadn’t been an attendant, he could've even seen himself asking her out. So why was he so hesitant to push forward now? It wasn’t as though there were any societal norms against doing such a thing; countless men and women had started dating their attendants. He wasn’t ashamed of the work she did.

The truth of the matter was staring him blankly in the face. He loved being with Astoria. He didn’t want to lose her. How would their working relationship even be able to go on if he asked her out and she rejected him?

Cowardliness, that was it. He feared the negative outcome of this brilliant opportunity that was staring him in the face. All of this had only lingered in the recesses of his mind, never coming to the fore, but now that he realised it for what it was, Harry felt upset with himself. He was never one to give in to fear and allow it to dictate his actions.

A thin strand of saliva still connected their lips when Astoria finally pulled away from him. Her soft brown eyes stared into his with an unreadable expression as she stared into his, still rocking her hips and riding his cock with just as much skill as before. Her arms around his neck tightened slightly as she leaned in ever closer, putting her lips well within range of his once again but not taking that final step to close the distance entirely. That option was left with Harry alone.

Harry’s mouth went dry as all of his feelings suddenly became clear to him. This was a woman he didn’t want to lose his chance with, but now was not the time to proposition her or ask any questions. That could come later; for now, he needed to complete this brilliant ritual of theirs.

Astoria’s lips were just as sweet the second time that he captured them. Her quiet breath of surprise escaped into his mouth just before she started kissing him back with a passion he’d never felt before. Her walls tightened around his shaft, clinging to him so desperately.

Even though their lips were attached, Astoria’s pace at riding Harry’s cock didn’t change in the slightest. She kept slamming down onto his thighs noisily and clenching him with her inner walls to make him moan into her mouth. Every inch of her pussy felt perfectly crafted to draw out every last millilitre of pleasure from his body.

Astoria’s body trembled in pleasure as Harry’s cock reached the deepest point inside of her. She used every kilogram of her weight to slam down onto his cock, filling her up with each and every bounce she made on his lap. Harry was lost in the pleasure of it all, struggling to keep his voice quiet. He lost control of his quill, choosing to set it down on his desk as he grasped Astoria’s hips with both hands and helped her to ride his cock even faster than she already was.

“Harry,” Astoria moaned softly against his lips. She was doing a remarkable job of keeping her voice quiet with everyone around them. As Harry scanned the room, he couldn’t find a single eye that lingered on him and Astoria longer than a second or two. She kept their profile subtle despite the overwhelming pleasure that she was clearly feeling.

They fucked faster and faster, building up to an intense moment that was bound to arrive at any moment. Harry kissed Astoria again, feeling the intense connection between them.

No one could fuck him better than Astoria could, Harry realised. And he hadn’t found anyone else who complemented him so perfectly.

With a pleasure-filled fervour, Harry pounded up into Astoria’s pussy as she slammed down onto him again and again until both of them were crying out each other’s names. It wasn’t an unusual sound to hear within the Auror Department, but it was the first time that he and Astoria had reflected one another so beautifully.

As Astoria screamed his name, Harry’s balls churned. He thrust up into her one final time and started spewing his seed deep into her womb again and again as her walls pulsed around him. Astoria’s lips slipped past his and she bit into his shoulder as she came around his cock, entirely overwhelmed by the passion between their two bodies. Harry kept bucking against her hips as much as he could as her pussy drained every last drop of cum he had inside of him until he was thoroughly drained.

“Do you want to go out with me?” Harry asked breathlessly.

Astoria’s eyes wet with unshed tears for a moment before she took the initiative and kissed him soundly.

“Yes,” she murmured against his lips. “I’d love to.”

Astoria was the only one who he’d ever need.