POLL FIC: Seducing Minister Greengrass (Harry Potter)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Not trusting that the mysterious Daphne Greengrass will be the kind of Minister that their society means, Harry decides to charm and seduce his way into her confidence. (Harry/Daphne)

Content Warnings/Themes: Semi-public sex, desk sex, rough sex, blowjobs, facefucking, dirty talk, facials

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“Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Potter?”

“You can start by calling me Harry," he said, flashing her a half-smile; more of a smirk, really. Hermione, Ginny, and Hannah all insisted that he was charming when he smiled like this, so he went for it even though he felt ridiculous. This wasn't about him. It was about the good of the wizarding world.

“Harry, then,” Daphne Greengrass said, nodding at him from behind her desk in her new office. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Harry?”

A smile spread across her face, and he even thought he saw her throat bob as she swallowed quickly. Maybe this was going to work out after all. Daphne Greengrass was an enigma, but if she'd responded to his silly little smirk like that, he might be able to peel away the mystery surrounding the young woman who'd recently been voted in as the new Minister for Magic and get close enough to her to protect those he cared about.

Daphne had been in Harry’s year at Hogwarts, and he had worked in the Ministry with her for around a decade at this point. Still, he knew precious little about who the beautiful blonde-haired witch really was or what she believed in. She was the sister-in-law of Draco Malfoy, which certainly wasn’t a point in her favor, and he vaguely remembered seeing her in the company of Pansy Parkinson back in their school days. He couldn’t remember her ever joining in Pansy’s nonsense, though, and Hermione confirmed that Daphne had never once teased her or laughed at her. Those who had been at Hogwarts during Harry, Ron, and Hermione's horcrux camping trip said that Daphne had not rebelled against the Carrows, but she hadn’t joined in terrorizing the other students either.

Who was Daphne Greengrass? The pureblood traditionalists seemed to think that she was on their side, or at least would be more sympathetic to their causes than anyone else they could reasonably expect to win the post of Minister following Kingsley’s retirement after around a decade in office. Her work in the Department of International Magical Co-operation was beyond reproach. Kingsley credited her profusely for the work she'd done in rebuilding and even strengthening their relationships with other magical governments throughout the world following the chaos brought about by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Between the support of the traditionalists, her international diplomacy, and the lack of anything tangible to connect her to the worst elements of their society that allowed Voldemort's ideology to rise, Daphne Greengrass had been the most capable candidate to replace Kingsley when he retired.

Harry was still wary of her. Her family hadn’t openly supported the Death Eaters during the war, but they hadn’t stood against them either. Daphne hadn’t joined in Pansy’s antics or punished the powerless during the reign of the Carrows, but she hadn’t spoken against Pansy or joined the students who were resisting the Carrows. She hadn't pushed for any anti-muggleborn legislation in her old post or overtly supported any such causes. But what if she'd been successfully hiding her true nature, only to show her true self now that she'd been voted in and confirmed as Minister for Magic?

When Harry suggested as much to Hermione, she’d rolled her eyes and told him he was being paranoid. She didn’t know what to make of Daphne either, but her plan was to wait and see what Minister Greengrass brought to the job before she formed any opinions on what her appointment meant. Harry wasn’t going to sit back and wait, though. He wanted to be more proactive in figuring out Daphne Greengrass, and if he did get a sense that she wanted to push through policies that were going to set their society backward and undo any of the progress that had been made under Kingsley’s leadership, Harry wanted to be in a position to influence her.

Harry didn't know this woman, and outside of her old schoolmate Tracey Davis, she didn't seem to have any close friendships. Trying to form a friendship wouldn't have been practical anyway. With a friendship, it took time to gain the sort of closeness Harry needed if he hoped to gain any intimate knowledge about her policy plans, let alone the ability to influence them. In Harry's experience, there was only one way to quickly get that close to someone.

“I wanted to congratulate you personally on becoming Minister,” he said. “We haven’t been alone together much—or ever, honestly. But I’m sure you’ll do a great job. Your record in the Department of International Magical Co-operation speaks for itself.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling. “I could say the same for you, becoming the Head Auror at as young an age as you did.” She laughed lightly. “To be honest with you, I was relieved when you didn’t put your name forward for consideration to become the next Minister after Kingsley’s retirement. Between the fame of your youth and the body of work you’ve put together in the Auror Office, I think you would have had a great chance of victory.”

"No way," he said, shaking his head. "That job's not for me." He firmly believed that, though he'd been hoping Hermione would put her name forward. When she refused, and Daphne easily defeated the other would-be candidates, his attention turned to unraveling the mystery of Minister Greengrass and working out how to get close to her. Friendship was out, and she didn't seem the sort who would be influenced by intimidation. That left him with seduction.

“You look far better behind that desk than I ever could hope to,” he said. “I hope we have a good working relationship as Minister and Head Auror, and I’m looking forward to finally getting to know the woman behind the reputation. Actually, that was what I really came to talk about.”

“Oh?” Daphne clasped her hands and rested them on top of her desk. “What did you have in mind, Harry?”

"How about dinner?" he proposed, going for it. It was possible he might be pushing too hard, too fast. He hadn't been sure if he was going to go straight for asking her to dinner or if today was going to be more about planting seeds that could hopefully bear fruit in weeks or months. She'd seemed receptive so far, though, and his instincts told him that he should go for it. "Let me take you to dinner, Minister Greengrass, so we can get to know each other better."

Daphne was silent for several moments, just watching him from across her desk. Harry stood still and betrayed nothing on his face, having learned the importance of projecting confidence during his auror training. Mentally, though, he was worried he might have misread the situation and pushed for too much, too soon. He’d learned to rely on his instincts, but they weren’t foolproof.

But then she smiled again, leaned back in her chair, and licked her lips. Harry had been clueless about women for a long time, but over the years, he'd learned a thing or two. He recognized that look and that gesture.

“Dinner sounds lovely, Harry,” she said, and her voice was different now. It was lower, and along with the smirk she gave him, it sent an undeniably flirty message. “And please, call me Daphne.”

--

Harry did not get Daphne into bed after their first date or their second. But the chemistry was beyond obvious by the time they shared their first kiss at the end of that initial dinner. The kiss after the second date lasted quite a bit longer and turned into a snog before it was over, complete with tongues and hands wandering.

He’d figured there was a decent chance that clothes would be coming off at the conclusion of their third date, but her taking him by the hand and apparating him directly back into her office was unexpected. Thinking that he might be inviting her back to his place after dinner, he’d cleaned his flat and arranged what he hoped was a romantic lighting and setting in his room. Instead, he was in the Minister for Magic’s office hours after the end of the normal workday, and his hands were sliding her knickers down her legs while she kissed him hard and stroked his cock in both hands.

“Merlin, you’re so fucking sexy,” Harry muttered, pulling his mouth away from hers once he finally got her knickers off and tossed them onto the pile on the floor along with everything else. It was no lie. He may have decided to seduce Daphne because he wanted to do whatever he could to make sure she didn’t abuse her power as Minister, but she was sexy as hell, and he could now say that she looked even better naked than she did in her expensive work robes and dresses. His reasons for pursuing her were not motivated by romantic interest or even sexual attraction, but he would not have any trouble getting into the mood. Fuck, he’d been in the mood before they even sat down for dinner. He’d had a fairly active sex life in the years since he and Ginny broke up for good and settled on being just friends, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to shag anyone as badly as he wanted to shag Daphne Greengrass.

“And you’ve got a nice, big, thick cock,” Daphne hissed, sliding her hands faster down his cock. “Are you going to give it to me?”

“Fuck yes.” Harry groaned and kissed under Daphne’s jaw. He felt his body humming with desire as it never had before. There was no doubt now. Regardless of what his motivations might have been, he had never been more eager to fuck a woman.

Daphne was every bit as eager as he was. He could see that eagerness in her eyes, but her need was made even more blatantly obvious when she reached behind her body without looking, stuck her arm out, and pushed everything off of her desk. The desk was well-organized, so there wasn't nearly as much to scatter as there would have been if she’d done the same to his desk in the office of the Head Auror. But what few papers and personal items she did have on the desk crashed to the floor of her office. The organized and hardworking Minister had just made a mess of her own office, and she couldn’t have cared less.

"Then give it to me." Daphne's voice was raw, rough, and undeniably horny. "Fuck me! Push me down on my desk and fuck me!”

Harry moved swiftly to grant that request from his Minister. He didn’t so much push Daphne down as he picked her up and dumped her on top of her desk, but it accomplished the same thing regardless. Daphne wiggled around with her arse on the edge of the desk and spread her legs wide. Just in the time it took him to move around and aim his cock between her legs, Daphne was already whimpering, and her legs were twitching. He could probably have her begging in seconds if he wanted to, but that would have meant having to deny himself at the same time, and that was not a fucking option with the state he was in. Rather than teasing her even for a moment, he did the exact opposite, lining his cock up and shoving it inside of Daphne’s cunt with a rough, graceless thrust.

“Ohh, fuck!" Daphne moaned loudly as he entered her. "It's so fucking big!" It had been a deep, abrupt penetration that would have made most women groan in discomfort and ask him to slow down and relax. Daphne did nothing of the sort, though. This enigmatic Minister, who kept so many people guessing about her innermost thoughts, left no ambiguity as to how she felt about Harry being so rough with her.

“Fuck me!” she shouted. “Fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock!”

He was meant to get closer to Daphne, and it just so happened that the best way for him to do that now was to fuck the sexy Minister on top of her desk. Harry accepted that mission gladly, putting his hands on her ankles and hammering her pussy with hard hip thrusts. This was a pace he generally only reached at the tail end of fucking a woman and only if the mood felt right for it. But if Daphne hadn't made her desires known already, it would have been very clear that going all-out like this was the right decision, just listening to her moaning like a needy slut with every huge, deep thrust. He was fucking her hard enough to rock the desk beneath her as her weight shifted and rocked on top of it, and still, she moaned with unadulterated delight throughout it all.

“Yes!” she groaned roughly, hanging onto the edge of her desk with both hands as he railed her. “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Yes, fuck me!”

There was this enthusiastically submissive streak showing itself again. Daphne always seemed so composed, confident, and in control in public, but he was getting to see a side of her that few, if any, ever had. Going in, he had sort of figured that Daphne would be similar to a couple of his previous sex partners, who liked to be active and give as good as they got during sex. With how she carried herself in most circumstances and how active she was in their flirting and snogging, he'd never expected her to be the type to submit to her partner. Daphne, though, seemed to be even more submissive than anyone he’d ever fucked, including that very memorable fling he’d had with Susan Bones.

Harry could already tell how fun this seduction of Daphne Greengrass was going to continue to be. Even as he sensed her climax approaching and kept the thrusts coming as fast and as deep as ever, he was already looking forward to the next time he got the Minister out of her knickers.

“Yes!” She wasn’t moaning or groaning now. “Yes, fuck, yes!” Daphne was outright screaming her head off now as she came hard on his cock and squirted all over her desk. That scream sounded like victory to Harry, and not solely because of the influence that making Daphne cum this hard theoretically could give him over the most powerful woman in their government.

--

Harry could still hear the sound of laughter and celebration coming from downstairs. In most situations, Draco Malfoy's laughter and pride would have irritated Harry to no end. This time, though, he wasn't bothered at all. Draco could celebrate the announcement of his wife Astoria's pregnancy all he liked. As long as Harry was upstairs stuffing his cock down the throat of Minister Greengrass, he was bound to be the happiest man in Greengrass Manor.

He, along with just about everyone else of prominence in magical society, had been invited to the lavish party being thrown by Lord and Lady Greengrass. Daphne, who, of course, had already been informed of her younger sister's big news, had passed said news on to Harry before he'd even received his invitation to the party. She hid nothing from him, including what measures she intended to support and which ones she would use her considerable power to try and thwart. Knowing the purpose of the party thrown by Daphne and Astoria's parents, Harry almost certainly would have made some excuse to avoid attending if Daphne had not given him an incentive.

Sex with Minister Greengrass was never boring. From that first night he’d fucked her on top of her desk, he had unlocked the horny and submissive witch that lurked beneath the capable, professional side that she showed to the rest of the world. Daphne was already making her mark in her early days as Minister, and those who had tried to cross her or test her strength had quickly learned that Minister Greengrass would not be pushed around in spite of her unusually young age.

That was the Daphne that the public saw, though. Harry got to see the side of Daphne that loved being a submissive witch in the arms of her big strong man at the end of a long day leading the Ministry in its greatest seat of power. He got to hear Daphne moan like a slut when he bent her over and made her round bubble arse shake from the force of his thrusts, and he got to try out one kink after another with her.

The kinks were almost solely coming from her because, as he now knew, Daphne had a very active sexual imagination. She'd never found anyone that she trusted enough to show her true nature to before he came along, and now he got to benefit from years of repressed kinks finally seeing the light of day. Having him fuck her face in her old childhood bed at Greengrass Manor during her sister's party to announce her pregnancy had been all Daphne's idea, and once she'd presented it to him, Harry was one of the first to confirm his attendance for the party. An opportunity like this could not be missed.

At Daphne's insistence, they had not put up any silencing charms on the room. The risk of making enough noise and causing enough of a commotion to be caught was a huge part of the thrill for Daphne whenever they fucked in a spot where others might be able to hear them, and Harry had no problem helping her take that risk. He certainly wasn't shying away from giving her a serious facefuck even with her parents, sister, and the majority of the most influential members of government and society just downstairs. Daphne was flat on her back in the middle of her old bed, and Harry was on his knees above her, thrusting his hips down to bury his cock down her throat. Sometimes, he kept up a frenetic pace, moving fast enough that the sound of his balls smacking against her chin and the bed creaking beneath them posed the biggest threats of discovery. At other times, he just buried his cock down her throat and held it there, risking her gagging and coughing around his dick giving them away if there was enough of a lull in the conversation and laughter downstairs.

Discovery did not seem to be happening, but not for lack of effort on Harry's part. He continued to fuck Daphne's face and stuff her throat just as he knew she wanted him to do. Spit and drool were smeared all over her face, her long hair was in disarray, and the light beauty product she'd applied to her face was ruined. While her younger sister's pregnancy was celebrated downstairs by her family and the elite of their world, Daphne got her face fucked in her childhood bedroom and moaned around the cock that kept plugging her throat. Though she’d done her family proud by becoming Minister at such a young age, she let the true submissive slut within come out upstairs. If only her family and all of the important people downstairs got to see the slutty Daphne that Harry did!

Then again, Harry liked being the only one who knew the truth about Daphne. He liked carrying this secret around with him and knowing that she was only a submissive slut for him. As amusing as it was to imagine the sound of Daphne gagging on his cock reaching the party downstairs, Harry preferred it this way. Every time he saw Draco or Astoria from now on, he was going to be able to remember turning Daphne’s throat into his own personal fuckhole during the announcement of their pregnancy.

Harry didn't need to ask where she wanted him to finish because she'd already begged him to cum down her throat before they even started. He gave her no warning that it was coming, not that she needed one. He'd fucked Daphne's face often enough by now that he was sure she could recognize his orgasm approaching almost as quickly as he did. But knowing that he was about to cum could only help her so much when it came to trying to swallow his load. There was simply too much cum, and she was already breathing hard to begin with. She tried her best to take all of his cum down her throat like a good girl, but she probably only managed about half of it. The rest spilled out of her mouth to run down her cheeks and chin, making an even bigger mess of the Minister, who also happened to be the older sister of the witch whose pregnancy everyone was here to celebrate. Daphne's presence was surely going to be expected again sooner or later. It was entirely possible they were already looking for her. He wondered if anyone had also noticed his absence and if they were observant enough to connect the dots. The thought did not bother him.

"I don't care what anyone says," Harry said after he pulled his cock out of Daphne's mouth. "You're loads more beautiful than your sister."

“Even now?” she asked through her breathless wheezing.

“Especially now,” Harry said, sitting back on his knees and looking down at her messy hair and even messier face, smeared with spit, drool, and now his cum as well. Daphne tried to laugh, but she lacked the breath even for that.

“My wand,” she mumbled after a few moments of wheezing. “I need to clean all of this off.” Her hand groped around blindly, reaching for her wand so she could clean the mess off of her face, but Harry caught her hand.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll take care of it for you.” He conjured a wet cloth and began to wipe Daphne’s face off.

"Thanks," she said, closing her eyes, smiling and relaxing, trusting him to clean her up and help her look presentable when it came time to return to her sister's party. Harry had been shagging her for long enough by now to recognize that the number of people Daphne would place this level of trust in could be counted on one hand. And aside from her best friend Tracey Davis, he was the only person on that list who wasn't family.

He chose not to dwell on that or on the warmth in his chest as he tenderly wiped the mess off of Daphne's face, again revealing the incredibly beautiful witch who so eagerly submitted to him.

--

“Fuck me!” Daphne chanted. Her voice was loud enough that he could hear it clearly, even over the familiar sound of his thighs slapping against her arse in glorious repetition.

It was never in doubt that Harry would give her the aggressive pounding she was after and that he wouldn't stop until he'd gotten her off. He'd never once failed to be the man she needed, and he wasn't about to start tonight of all nights. He'd rarely been more determined to fuck her to her release, even back when he'd first seduced her so he could position himself to influence her decisions as Minister. There was no longer any need for him to worry about what she might intend to do because he knew Daphne Greengrass better than anyone else did, even her own family. He knew that she was a Minister that could be trusted not to fuck things up as Fudge had. He knew that she was a smart and driven witch and that the Ministry was in good hands with her leading it.

He also knew that there could be no better way to celebrate this monumental night than by keeping the bed-shaking thrusts coming until Daphne got her pleasure. This was a very vanilla fuck, as far as their fucks went. He was fucking her in her bed at her flat rather than on top of her desk, against the evidence closet in the Auror Office, or in the loo. There wasn't any risk of discovery here to get Daphne going, and they weren't trying out any new kinks, positions, or sex spells this time, either. He was fucking her hard enough to make her headboard smack against the wall, and they'd been going at it long enough that both their bodies were covered in sweat, so no one could possibly view this as soft sex. That didn't change the fact that, by their standards, this was quite tame.

Harry was having a great time, though. There was a tremendous amount of physical pleasure that came with Daphne bending her legs back and pinning them above her head while he hammered her cunt from his knees with balls-deep strokes, but that wasn’t the true reason that his blood was pumping and his heart was soaring. No, the biggest reason that this fuck stood out above all the rest they’d shared over the last half year was that every time he looked at Daphne’s left hand grabbing her ankle and keeping her leg bent back, he saw the shiny engagement ring there on her ring finger. He’d put it there not even one hour earlier, and after plenty of kisses and happy tears from her, she’d started peeling his clothes off.

It never occurred to him to suggest that they do something softer and slower to celebrate their engagement, and he knew that Daphne would not have been happy if he’d tried. Lovemaking was not their thing, and it never would be. Their sex life was meant to be wild, rough and kinky, and he couldn’t see that ever changing. There was no better way to celebrate his engagement to Minister Greengrass than by bending her in half and fucking her brains out.

“Yes!” she squealed, her voice breaking. “Yes, Harry, yes! I love you, Harry! I love you!”

Daphne’s eyes squeezed shut as she came, and Harry only managed a grunt before following her straight over the edge. Her eyes remained shut while they came together, but Daphne’s squeals let him know how she felt about celebrating their engagement by having him fill her pussy with his thick seed. He kept his cock buried within her as his balls pulsed and gave her everything he had, only pulling out after he was spent.

As soon as his cock was free, he collapsed onto his back. They'd fucked harder and for longer, but he'd rarely felt this drained. He was well aware that his exhaustion had at least as much to do with the emotions of the day as the physical exertion of the fuck. He stared up at the ceiling while he caught his breath, marveling at how his life had changed since deciding to seduce Minister Greengrass.

“I love you, Harry,” Daphne whispered, rolling over and throwing an arm over his chest so she could snuggle against him.

“Love you, too,” he said, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her sweaty body even closer. He truly did, too. His seduction, originally meant to give him a way to figure out who Daphne Greengrass really was and attempt to stop her from pushing any legislation that would do harm, had turned into something real and life-changing along the way. He no longer needed to try and work out who Daphne was because he knew it all. He knew every side of her, even the ones she hid from the rest of the world, and he wanted them all in his life, just as she knew all there was to know about him and wanted to have him by her side and build a life with him.

“I’m so glad I get to be the only one who sees this side of you,” he said lightly, sliding his hand lower to squeeze her arse. Daphne giggled into his chest before lifting her head.

“Always,” she said. “But I may need to work on some new positions to try out soon.” Her index finger trailed down his body, stroking his chest hair and bringing goosebumps to his skin. “At this rate, we’ll have run out of positions to try and things for you to shag me on long before our wedding night!”

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” he said. “I trust your creativity, and your horniness.” He rubbed the engagement ring on her finger and closed his eyes briefly as he thought about the family he and Daphne were going to create together. Potter and Greengrass, the Head Auror and the Minister for Magic. Together, they were changing the world, having amazing sex, and finding forever happiness while they were at it.

His seduction of Minister Greengrass had gone so much better than he could have hoped for.