A Potter Office Romance (Ch. 3 - Caught in the Office)

Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters are 18+.

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Harry's office, casting a warm glow over the scattered parchments and quills that littered his desk. Harry sat behind it, his broad shoulders hunched as he attempted to focus on the reports before him. His eyes, however, were continually drawn away from the dry, ministerial language and towards the far more enticing sight of Selena Malfoy, perched on the edge of his desk like some sort of blonde, temptress gargoyle.

She was dressed in her usual uniform—a tight, black pencil skirt that clung to her curves like a second skin, and a low-cut, white blouse that revealed the gentle swell of her ample cleavage. The skirt was riding up her thighs, the fabric stretched taut across her legs as she swung them idly, her heels tapping a rhythmic beat against the side of his desk.

Harry gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the distraction. She's doing this on purpose, he thought, his eyes flicking up from his parchments to the expanse of creamy thigh on display mere inches from his face. She's trying to drive me mad.

Selena smirked, as if reading his thoughts. "I must admit, Potter," she said, her voice a languid purr that made Harry's chest tighten with need, "I am impressed."

Harry raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as he regarded her warily. "Impressed?" he echoed, his voice tight with scepticism. When had Selena ever been impressed with him?

Selena's smirk widened, and she leaned back on her hands, the motion causing her back to arch slightly, emphasising the curve of her breasts. "Begrudgingly, of course," she clarified, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "You have the grumpy energy of someone forever doomed with a three-inch stump, but..." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her shirt falling open to reveal a luscious expanse of cleavage. "But imagine my surprise last Friday when I suddenly felt the presence of a 12-inch snake, writhing between my thighs. You're packing quite the monster down there, aren't you?"

Harry's eyes widened in shock, his cock twitching in his trousers at her words. "Selena," he growled, his voice low and warning. "This is neither the time nor the place—"

"Oh, relax, Potter," Selena interrupted, rolling her eyes. "It's not like anyone's going to walk in on us." She shifted slightly, her skirt riding up even higher, revealing a tantalising glimpse of black lace. "Besides, I'm just doing my job."

Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Your job?" he repeated incredulously. "Selena, you're my secretary. I wouldn't think your job was to sit on my desk all day and flash your panties at me. You're supposed to be helping me with my paperwork, not—" He gestured vaguely at her state of undress, his cheeks flushing as his eyes lingered on the curve of her thighs.

Selena pouted, her full lips pursing in a way that made Harry's mouth go dry. "You never trust me with any tasks," she complained, her voice taking on a petulant whine. "I'm bored, Potter. I need something to do."

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You know why I can't trust you, Selena," he said, his voice serious. "After the war... your family..."

The Ministry had insisted on it, of course. Since Voldemort couldn't exactly be held accountable for his wrongdoings after his permanent destruction, a considerable amount of the damage from the war had been attributed to the Malfoys—courtesy of Lucius Malfoy himself. And while Selena had played no large part in the war, hailing from the Malfoy family still made her a subject of scrutiny. It was therefore agreed that the only way to keep her—and by extension the Malfoys—in line was to put her in a place where her actions could be observed at close range. And the only person the Ministry could safely trust with watching someone as 'dangerous' as Selena, was of course, much to Harry's chagrin, their hero and saviour, himself—Harry Potter.

"You're only here because I have to keep an eye on you," he reminded her. "To make sure you don't do anything—"

"Oh, you've been keeping an eye on me, alright," she said, her voice laced with innuendo as she shifted on his desk, her skirt riding up even further. "In fact, I'd say you've been keeping a better eye on me than you have on those important papers of yours."

Harry gritted his teeth, his cock throbbing in his trousers as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her, to run his hands up her thighs and beneath her skirt, to feel the soft, warm flesh hidden beneath. "Because these watchful eyes of mine," he ground out, "have spotted you slacking off instead of working."

She ignored him, swinging her leg over his desk and knocking his parchments to the floor in a flurry of paper. She straddled his lap, her skirt riding up to reveal the black lace of her knickers, stretched taut across her pussy. Harry could feel the heat of her through his trousers, and he bit back a groan, his hands gripping the arms of his chair tightly.

"Well, if my work is not up to par," Selena whispered, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke, "then surely I deserve to be punished, don't you think?"

Harry's breath hitched, and he could feel his control slipping. Fuck, he thought, his eyes flicking down to the curve of her breasts, the swell of her hips. She's right. She deserves to be punished. She deserves to be bent over this desk and—

There was a sharp knock at the door, and Harry froze, his eyes widening in panic. Selena smirked, making no move to disentangle herself from his lap. If anything, she only pressed herself harder against him, her hips rolling in slow, teasing circles that made Harry bite back a groan. "Who is it?" he called out, his voice tight with panic.

"It's Hermione," came the muffled reply from the other side of the door. "I have those reports you asked for."

Harry's eyes widened in horror, and he looked up at Selena, who was grinning down at him like the devil itself. "Quick," he hissed, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Hide."

Selena raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Hide?" she echoed, amused. "I'm your secretary. Why would I need to—"

"Under the desk," he hissed, already lifting her off of him and dumping her unceremoniously under his desk, ignoring her startled yelp. "Stay there and be quiet," he whispered, before calling out, "Come in, Hermione."

The door creaked open, and Hermione stepped inside, her bushy hair pulled back into a neat bun, a stack of parchments clutched in her arms. She smiled as she walked in, the smile faltering slightly as she took in Harry's flushed cheeks and the pile of papers strewn haphazardly over the floor. "You, er... didn't expect me yet?" she asked, her eyes flicking from Harry to the pile of papers and back. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No!" Harry said quickly, his voice coming out too loud and too high. He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as he felt Selena's hands suddenly running up his thighs, her fingers tracing the length of his cock through his trousers. He bit back a groan, his hands gripping the arms of his chair tightly. "I mean, no, of course not. I was just... just going over some paperwork."

"I see," Hermione said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked around the office, her gaze lingering on the papers scattered across the floor. "And Selena? Where is she? Shouldn't she be..." She gestured vaguely towards the fallen papers. "...Working?"

"Selena?" Harry repeated, his voice coming out as a squeak as the witch in question's fingers began to work at the buttons of his trousers, her nails scraping against his bulge. "She's, er... she's out. Running an errand."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "An errand?" she repeated sceptically. "You trust her to run errands for you? I thought you said she couldn't be trusted with anything important."

"Well, er..." Harry trailed off, his breath hitching as Selena finally managed to free his cock from his trousers, her fingers wrapping around the length of him. He bit back a groan, his eyes fluttering shut as she began to stroke him, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. "I, er... I needed some... some ink. For my quill. And she was the only one available to, er... to go get it."

Hermione's eyebrows shot up, and she opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a soft giggle from beneath the desk. She froze, her eyes widening as she looked down at the desk, her cheeks flushing pink. "Harry," she said, her voice tight with disbelief. "Is... is Selena under your desk?"

Harry's eyes widened in horror, and he looked down just in time to see Selena poke her head out from beneath the desk, her blonde hair mussed and her cheeks flushed. "Hello, Hermione," she said innocently. "Fancy seeing you here."

Hermione's jaw dropped, and she stared at Selena, her eyes wide with shock. "Selena," she said, her voice coming out as a squeak. "What are you—I mean, why are you—I mean..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep, beet red as her eyes flicked from Selena to Harry and back again.

"It's not what it looks like," Harry said quickly, his hands held up in a placating gesture. Selena chose that moment to give his cock a particularly firm squeeze, and he bit back a groan, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips jerked involuntarily.

Hermione's eyes widened even further, and she took a stumbling step back, the parchments in her arms crinkling as she clutched them tightly. "Harry," she said, her voice tight with disbelief. "Are you... are you... I mean... is Selena..." She trailed off, gesturing helplessly.

Unfortunately for Harry, in his quest to convince Hermione that he and Selena were not in fact engaging in any sort of illicit activity under his desk, he stood up, hoping that Hermione would be more convinced with him on his feet—only, of course, for his now painfully swollen cock to swing out from his trousers, fully on display in all its engorged glory.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock as she caught sight of his erection. She took another stumbling step back, her cheeks flushing even darker as she averted her gaze, looking anywhere but at Harry and his rather prominent erection.

Selena, meanwhile, chose that exact moment to climb out from beneath the desk, her blonde hair mussed and her lips curved into a wicked smirk. She looked up at Hermione, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement as she licked her lips slowly, her tongue tracing the curve of her mouth. "Mmm," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You have no idea what you're missing out on, Hermione."

Hermione's eyes widened even further, and she let out a soft squeak, her cheeks flushing a deep, beet red as she turned and fled from the office, the door slamming shut behind her with a loud bang.

Harry groaned, his head falling back against his chair as he stared up at the ceiling, his cock still throbbing and erect, jutting out obscenely from his trousers. "Fuck," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Selena giggled, leaning against his desk as she looked down at him, her eyes dancing with amusement. "What?" she asked, her voice laced with laughter. "That was fun! Did you see her face when she thought I had been sucking your cock under there? Priceless!"

Harry glared up at her, his eyes narrowing. "That wasn't funny, Selena," he growled. "That was—that was—that was a disaster. She's going to tell everyone. She's going to think that I—that we—that—" He gestured helplessly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Oh, relax, Potter," Selena interrupted, rolling her eyes. "She's not going to tell anyone. She's far too uptight for that." She pushed herself off of the desk, her hips swaying as she walked towards him, her eyes fixed on his still-erect cock. "Besides," she said, her voice dropping to a low purr as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around the length of him. "I think you deserve a reward for making my day."

Harry's breath hitched, and he bit back a groan, his hips jerking involuntarily as she began to stroke him, her fingers tightening around his shaft. "Selena," he groaned, his head falling back against his chair as he gave himself over to the sensation, all thoughts of Hermione and the potential scandal forgotten in the face of Selena's touch.

"Shh," Selena murmured, her voice soft and soothing as she continued to stroke him, her fingers tightening around his shaft. "Just relax, Potter. Let me take care of you."

And with that, Harry gave himself over to the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut as Selena's hand moved faster, her fingers tightening around his shaft as she stroked him to completion, his cock throbbing in her hand as he came with a low groan, his hips jerking as he spilled himself over her fingers.

As he came down from his high, his breath coming in short, sharp pants, he looked up at Selena, his eyes meeting hers as she smiled down at him, her fingers still wrapped around his cock, now slick and glistening with his release.

"Well," she said softly, intrigued by the look of pleasure on Harry's face. "That was certainly one way to start the day."

And with that, she released him, her fingers trailing over his thigh as she stepped back, her hips swaying as she walked over to the papers scattered across the floor, leaving Harry to stare after her, his breath hitching in his chest as he watched her bend down to pick up the fallen documents, her skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her ass.

Fuck, he thought, his mind a haze of pleasure and lingering arousal. Fuck, I'm in so much trouble.

Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters are 18+.