In the Closet

Ministerial duties.

"Oh, Fudgy! What are you doing?" Umbridge yelled.

"I can do what I want. I am the Minister for Magic!"

"I know," Umbridge moaned. Fudge had just touched an extremely sensitive part of her anatomy.

"Not here, the students might see us!" Dolores Umbridge said sweetly.

"In this closet then. Damn it's locked!" Cornelius Fudge said.

"Let me. Alohomora!"

They got into the closet.

Fudge towered above Umbridge. He pushed her against the wall. He stroked her breasts.

"Please, do that again, Fudgy!"

"How many times have I told you already. Call me Cornelius!" But he did give reply to her request. He wanted to feel his wrinkled skin underneath his hands. He disposed of her horrid pink cardigan. Merlin's beard, why didn't she wear robes like a normal witch. But then again Umbridge wasn't any ordinary witch, she was the Headmistress of Hogwarts.

"Oh, Cornelius!" she moaned as Fudge kissed her on the mouth. It wasn't a sensitive kiss either. It was a hard cold kiss driven by lust and necessity. It was necessity to keep Dolores under his command. Since the Imperius Curse was forbidden, he only could think of this to keep his authority. What would the Daily Prophet do, if they found out, or what if it went in the Quibbler? Minister for Magic subdues his opposites by sexual harassment! He could see the headlines. Off course no one would believe the Quibbler. But the Daily Prophet...

He looked back down on Umbridge. He got scared at the sight of her face, so he turned her around so that she was leaning on to him. He could think of things that were more comfortable than having sex with Dolores Umbridge in a closet.

Fudge's mouth was kissing her neck; his one hand was still massaging her breast while the other went to investigate if she was ready for him. She was ready, so he took out his member and went ahead.

It was nice and snug. Before he went on he said a little prayer, praying that his wife wouldn't find out. Mrs. Fudge was a sucker for all gossip and she believed it all, especially where it concerned her husband. Luckily he had the ability to make her belief otherwise, being the Minister for Magic sure had its advantages.

Sure they could hear voices outside of the stupid students. But Umbridge quickly fixed that by soundproofing the room.

"Oh, Cor - ne - li - us!" she moaned every time he moved, egging him on to move up the pace. Her breath had already become shallow, and Cornelius himself didn't want to talk. He just moaned.

Finally he shot his seed into her. He knew he hadn't used protection. He didn't need it. Especially not with an old hag like Umbridge. True, she was a loyal follower, but he didn't knew how long that would last if he stopped giving it to her. She had never blackmailed him or something, but she could so easily do that. He had given her that ability.

He remembered the first time he had slept with her. He had downed a whole bottle of Firewhiskey. His wife had accused him of sleeping with other women. He hadn't, but wanted to drown his sorrow with booze anyway, ending up doing exactly what his wife was accusing him of.

Umbridge dressed herself.

"Cornelius, maybe it's best if you go out first. I'll follow in ten minutes."

"Ok," said Cornelius and left, leaving Umbridge to catch her breath.

"If he doesn't demand a blowjob soon, I tell the Quibbler!"