Stress Relief (Harry Potter)

Stress Relief (Harry Potter)

A/N: Stress Relief was a Patreon Poll Winner originally written in 2019, and posted to HF back at the beginning of 2021. Posting it here for people to enjoy!

Summary: By day, Hermione is the best Minister of Magic that Wizarding Britain has had in a long, long time. But even the most powerful of people, be they woman or man, need to have some way to relieve stress.

Themes: Bondage, Pet Play, Dom/Sub Minister? I'm heading out for the evening. Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?"

Looking up, Hermione smiles at the expectant face of her Junior Assistant. While the younger witch clearly wants to be getting home, she's also ready and willing to carry out any tasks that Hermione might have for her. In the end though, the Minister for Magic just shakes her head.

"I'm fine, thank you. Have a good night."

"You too, Madam Minister."

And like that, the girl is gone. Hermione Granger lets out a soft sigh once the door is closed, and sits back in her chair, looking around her office for a moment. She can't help but smile a bit wider. It felt good, to be sitting where she was sitting. It felt good, to be the youngest Minister of Magic to ever be elected.

Truth be told, Hermione Granger was likely the best Minister for Magic that Wizarding Britain had had in a long, long time. Not that she would ever try to lay claim to that title. She was no braggart, and she wasn't looking to make history books or anything like that. Though it would certainly be nice to be mentioned, here and there, as having done a good job.

In the end, that was all Hermione cared about, as Minister. She wanted to do a good job. She wanted to make the wizarding world better. So far, she liked to think that she'd done just that. But at the same time, she also knew her work was never done. It was half the reason why she had had to break things off with Ron, years back when she'd first decided to run for her current position.

To his credit, Ronald had taken her decision with surprising aplomb. But then, she imagined that he found it easier to get over because she wasn't leaving him for a man, but instead, the job. Hermione hadn't had a single relationship since breaking things off with the red head. Instead, she was married to her work, married to her position. With Ron and Harry's help, becoming Minister for Magic had been surprisingly easy. With the influence they had after the war, changing things, making the world a better place for all, not just those with money or 'pure blood' had been, not quite easy, but at least possible.

But, her work was never done. Looking over at a map on the wall, Hermione smiles slightly upon seeing that the Ministry was all but empty at this point in the evening. It was an ingenious bit of magic, transferred over from the marauder's map. It gave her, as Minister for Magic, the ability to see every last person in the Ministry at any given time. The only things not on the map were the restrooms, for obvious reasons.

Regardless, as she watches her Junior Assistant's name vanish from the edge, signaling the younger witch's departure, Hermione goes back to her work. Right now, the Ministry is only manned by a skeleton crew, and in truth, Hermione herself could have left hours ago. But that wasn't the kind of woman that Hermione Granger was. She was a worker, and a hard one at that. Always had been.

Another hour passes in which Hermione continues to work late into the night. She's long since finished her paperwork for the day of course, and is now working on the language for a piece of legislation she intends to put through the Wizengamot concerning House Elf rights. The female Minister has long since come to understand that House Elves needed to serve in order to survive... but just because they didn't want to be free didn't mean she was going to allow them to be abused.

House Elves could continue to be House Elves without suffering daily beatings from the worst sorts of wizards and witches out there. They deserved to have basic protections, and it was up to the Ministry to make sure that they did. Hermione would see it done. She just had to get the wording exactly right, so that not a single one of those idiots in the Wizengamot could poke holes in her argument.

Of course, even as engrossed in her work as she is, Hermione doesn't fail to notice it when her private floo suddenly turns on, green flames roaring up in the what had been a dark fireplace moments before. She pulls back from her desk and stares at the flames for a moment. When no one comes through and no face appears in the green fire, Hermione's cheeks pink up slightly, and she stands.

Harry's murmur is both amused and appreciative, and Hermione flickers her chocolate brown eyes up to his face before speeding herself up a bit, endeavoring to get that 'cream' by any means necessary. She doesn't gag or choke on his cock, even as it goes down the back of her throat. Instead, she swallows. She swallows continuously, suppressing her gag reflex in the process and taking him all the way to the base, time and time again.

"Where does my pet want it today, hm? I'm getting close?"

He sounds almost conversational about it, but Hermione can tell from his churning ball sack that he is indeed very close. Where DOES she want it? After taking a split second to decide, Hermione pulls all the way off of Harry's cock, and places her hands back around his member as she points it directly at her face. Which of course, she's quick to present to him, her tongue lolling out and her head tilting back slightly. He begins to cum a moment later, his seed covering her features and landing in her mouth.

What she manages to catch on her tongue, Hermione is sure to collect. She slurps it all up, and when he's finished, when his cock is milked of his delicious cream, the cat girl makes sure to present her prize to him, lolling her tongue out of her mouth once again to show him what she's gotten.

"That's a good girl. You can swallow now."

She does so happily, gulping down Harry's seed. Then, she quickly turns around and presents herself to him invitingly. Her magical cat tail butt plug flicks back and forth through the air as Hermione presses her cum-covered face into the carpet and lifts her ass as high as she can. Showing off her glistening pussy lips, the cat girl wiggles her hips back and forth invitingly.

Harry just chuckles, and a moment later, he's pressing the tip of his cock, still quite hard, up against her drooling quim. Hermione mews as he slides home into her dripping wet cunt, penetrating her, spreading her open, and filling her up with his cock meat. As he starts to fuck her, pounding into her like a jackhammer from above, Hermione lets her eyes lull shut and her moans and meows fill the study as she climaxes again and again around his thrusting prick.

This was exactly what she needed. No one could ever know, though. She could only imagine what they would say about her. To say nothing about how Ron and the Weasleys would react if they knew of her and Harry's relationship, the rest of the wizarding world would have a field day with it. They would denounce her as nothing but a harlot, a silly little witch slut who wasn't fit to lead.

And more importantly, they would use her indiscretions to tarnish Harry's name. They would label him power-hungry. They would call him the next Dark Lord. They would claim he wanted to control the wizarding world through her. It wouldn't matter to them that he's never even once tried to influence her work. It wouldn't matter to them that, outside of this room, outside of this particular sort of play, it was Hermione who used Harry more often than not to get what she wanted. They would believe the worst because that's what the vast majority of people loved to do. They loved to tear others down, loved to see their heroes crumble.

It was fine though, because they would never find out. Hermione had taken precautions to make sure of that. Hours later, after Harry and her had exhausted each other, a tired, naked, but cleaned-up young woman would step back through her floor, into her locked down office. The cat ears have worn off by now, so they slip off her head with ease, returning to their plastic, toy-like appearance. The collar can only be removed by Harry's hands, so that's already off her neck and in her grasp.

Hermione allows herself one little moan as she extracts the cat tail butt plug from her ass, and then she puts all three items back in their hidden compartment, before sealing it up and moving to her desk, where she takes her clothes and begins getting dressed. By the time Hermione leaves her office behind, she's only going to have a couple of hours until she needs to be back... but then, that's what time turners are for, isn't it?

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