Fest fic: Shades of Grey Title: Shades of Grey Author:roma_fics Prompt: #50 by cyane_snape. Someone is giving an important speech at the Ministry. His lover is under the podium giving him a blow-job. Pairing: Kingsley/Narcissa Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1636 Warnings (if any): het, DH Spoilers Author's Notes (if any): This is quite a bit Darker than I anticipated. Disclaimer: It’s all J.K. Rowling's. Thanks for letting us play. No malice is meant by the use of these characters. Beta'd by the wonderful snapesgirl
Shades of Grey
Kingsley Shacklebolt sat in the large leather chair, and twirled around while laughing deeply. He stopped and ran his hand across the highly polished desk that signified power. It had been placed in the Minister for Magic’s office centuries ago. It was made of solid oak, but contained many secrets, much like him, he mused. He picked up the stack of parchment and then lifted his legs, letting his tired feet rest on the desk.
Each sheet of paper contained a plea for a pardon for those who had sided with Voldemort. A wide smile broke over his face Voldemort, may the pieces of his soul all burn in hell. Harry had only explained in generalities of what his previous year’s adventure was all about, but then he produced Severus Snape’s memories. Kingsley knew Harry had not shown them all of the memories, but it was enough for him to know where loyalties had lied. There were no black and white, but just shades of grey.
The Minister for Magic checked the time. He was expected to give his speech revealing whom from the stacks of sheets he held would be pardoned, and who would be spending time in Azkaban. He had the final decision, the power over so many lives. Yes, he would be just and serve his people well, but that didn’t mean he was above exacting vengeance. Even he, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the new Minister for Magic had his areas of grey.
With a deep sigh, he lowered his legs to the floor, picked up the fanciful quill, and began signing his name to each sheet. Some were in red, others green. With ten minutes to spare, he finished his task with the exception of two, father and son, Lucius and Draco Malfoy. He shook his head. No, even his vengeance wasn’t that cruel. He signed his name pardoning Draco Malfoy. He chewed on the tip of the quill. There really was no question about sending the younger Malfoy to Azkaban. Harry would not have stood for it after saving Draco’s life twice and Draco saving his at least once. No, Draco Malfoy may carry the Mark, but he was no Death Eater.
“Lucius Malfoy,” Kingsley said aloud almost spitting as he did so. There was no wizard he detested more. Malfoy was pompous, arrogant, and despicable as he now played the part of being an enlightened wizard. Every charity event had his name attached to it. Rumour had it that he had even visited the still injured at St. Mungo’s and paid their bills if they were unable to do so. Kingsley had enjoyed the time when Lucius was in Azkaban, much more than anyone would have ever guessed. Hah Kingsley blurted out. That is with the exception of Lucius’s wife, Narcissa.
Merlin, he missed that woman. Never in his adult life had he thought he would enjoy her body again as he had in his youth. He never quite recovered that his first love chose another over him. He understood the pressure from her family to accept Lucius Malfoy’s proposal for marriage. Lucius courted her and her family in ways he could only dream of. Narcissa was torn, she didn’t want to hurt her family the way Andromeda had. Kingsley’s breath hitched as the memory of his lost friend, Tonks, flowed into his thoughts. However, he always had a feeling there was more to Narcissa’s decision than family loyalty. Lucius projected power and anyone willing to place a bet, would have picked Lucius over him in who would someday have the greater social status and political power. Yes, his Narcissa needed someone powerful to satisfy her needs, and yes, Kingsley’s ego had been damaged when she made her decision.
“Narcissa,” he whispered. He missed that aristocratic upturned nose, those sapphire coloured eyes, and especially her long honey-blonde hair when splayed across his dark chest. He always smiled to himself when he heard others gossip about Narcissa Malfoy and her demeanor. Bellatrix had been all fire on the outside and cold as ice on the inside, but his Narcissa was Bellatrix’s opposite. She was fire and he had been burnt by her touches, her screams of desire, and her ways of making love like a whore. He missed those nights of restraints and whips. He never hurt her or left a mark, it was all in making fantasies come true. His body shivered as he remembered filling her wet pussy with his cock and fucking her all night. Fuck, He glanced down at that single piece of parchment. Just one signature in red and she would be his again. Or would she? Would she hold it against him? Was he that cruel to use his newly gained powers to do this?
The soft knock on his door startled him. No one was allowed to enter his office but his assistant and that wasn’t his knock.
Kingsley Shacklebolt strode into the courtroom. It was filled with those waiting for their sentences and their families. He set the pile of letters on the table provided for him. It had all of the appropriate decorum of swags of purple and gold. He nodded to the Ministers of each department that sat in the front row and then sat down behind the table.
A small grin was trying to replace his stern expression that the solemn occasion called for. He felt her fingertips lift his robe over his knees, and with determination, she spread his legs apart. The long nails that he knew were painted red, lightly scratched up and down his thighs. Yet he was able to give his opening remarks without faltering. He was a well disciplined Auror.
It was after the first name he read aloud, and pronounced a pardon for, that the beautiful witch under the table used her knowing fingers to hold his stones deftly, and began to massage them ever so gently. The wide smile he gave was appropriate as he had pardoned Mrs. Zabini and the crowd was cheering. Narcissa wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began her strokes up to his head. Oh, yes, she could read him, read the crowd, and her thumb swiped back and forth over the tip collecting the droplets of moisture as another pardon was given.
The room became silent and then moans of sorrow filled it as three Death Eaters were given their sentences and the guards led them away. He became nervous as the sound of her hand pumping him became audible. His robe being raised up further followed a quick spell whispered from her lips and the magic of her tongue made him quiver.
He was halfway through the list when her hand once again circled the base of his cock. She never could take him all the way in. His eyes focused on the two white haired wizards sitting in the third row watching his every move, waiting for their turn. She made her attempt and he wanted to groan as her hot teasing mouth halfway enveloped his cock.
“Draco Malfoy,” he announced and all movement below stopped. “Pardoned, without restrictions.” The audience’s reaction was split, but his lover of the past was pleased and began further torturing him in earnest. Her tongue was no longer flicking around his head, but giving long strokes as if she were a cat giving him a bath, before she devoured him again.
His legs were pushed further apart and images of her hair flowing over his thighs filled his thoughts. He took a deep breath; those sitting closest surmised that the Minister found each announcement troublesome, especially for those who were being taken away. He had to sit there and listen to the wails from distraught family members. His legs began to shake and he knew he was close. The speed of the strokes up and down his shaft increased, as her grasp strengthened. He knew from experience that her wrists were strong and she would not tire before he came.
He read the next ten names quickly as she began sucking his dick with increased pressure. Soon, he had reached the final piece of parchment. He found the grey eyes staring at him, they displayed so many emotions, but not a muscle moved on the man’s face.
“Lucius Malfoy,” Kingsley gasped out as the witch below took him in farther than she ever had before. He felt the head of his cock strike against the back of her throat. He dropped the parchment and gripped the edge of the table as he gave a hard thrust. His orgasm shot out of him and the room became silent, all were waiting for his last pronouncement. The son of his lover put his arm around his father’s shoulder.
Kingsley waited for the aftershocks to subside and then he put his hand under the table, pushed her head aside, and lowered his robes. He stood up to his full height and glared down at the wizard he detested.
“Pardoned; ten years probation, five without the use of magic.” The crowd gasped in surprise, but Lucius just nodded and gave Kingsley a nervous forced smile.
The audience members that had remained began to stand, only to quickly take their seats when their Minister’s low voice was heard again. “Lucius Malfoy, consider this your third chance at a new life. I personally will be tracking your every move and if there is so much as a hint of wrong doing, I will personally escort you back to Azkaban.”
He heard her whimpering under the table as he walked away. He would comfort her some other time. Yes, he was sure she would be back. She was a woman who needed power, and now once again her husband had none.