Harry Potter and the Hall of Justice

Note to prior readers: As the result of my rewrite, after all the steamy sex stuff was modified (with tears in my eyes, such great sadness), I combined two chapters, “The Court Clerk” and “The Deputy Assistant” into this chapter. Why wasn’t it removed completely then, you ask, if all the juicy parts are no longer there? It more fully describes the layout of the Hall of Justice, which is important to later chapters. Most importantly, though, it must introduce two new characters important to later chapters. But be sad no more - - - yes indeed, the steamy stuff was just modified - - - not removed. :)


Chapter 10 The Assistants


When Lord Chief Justice Daniel Webster opened the door leading out onto the expansive dais above his courtroom, he saw at least a dozen female students waiting at the tables in front of his bench. Judging from the colors and embroidered emblems on their long, outer robes, he rightfully assumed they had each come from different schools.

“You are all here to apply for the Executive Assistant job?” he asked, noticing the twelve girls were all about the age of Hermione but not one of them had the qualities he was able to read so quickly in her face. He remained standing, looking down into the group of girls, slowly scanning every face. Each, he noticed and obviously understood, was visibly marked with nervousness. Certainly adding to their anxiety was this long, silent interlude. Not saying a word, Webster took his time, regretting to put them through this torment but absorbing and drawing many initial conclusions about each student. He also felt a strong conscious sensation or perception of each girl. Thinking back on his conversation with Dumbledore, he remembered the old professor saying something about the power of the ring. It would enhance his senses. After a few moments more, he decided to put an end to their torment.

“Please be seated, I wish to speak to you as a group,” he began. “I know it will be greatly disappointing, but I am pleased to announce the position of Executive Assistant has been filled.”

The young witches seemed to immediately melt in their seats. Shoulders dropped, eyes fell to stare at the table before them and a number actually winced out painfully.

Webster slowly pulled the large chair from under his bench and sat down heavily. He was touched deeply by the pain he had just caused to so many young and aspiring souls. He fully realized this had been a one-chance, life-altering opportunity. In just seconds, it had been taken from them and would, most likely, never again to be within their grasp.

The Chief Justice took a deep breath before continuing, “However, there will soon be a number of other very important openings such as court clerk, head librarian, court historian, clerks and assistants within other departments. It is also possible the Executive Assistant will need one or more deputies and there will be supervisory positions under the Executive Assistant to whom she will delegate certain authority. If any of these positions interest you, please write, in the top corner of your resume, your preference or preferences. If you are undecided about which position might interest you but still wish an interview, please leave the top blank and, if you are qualified, we will try to match you to a position after your interview is over. The fact you have all prepared so quickly for this interview process speaks volumes to me, I assure you. Your timely presence here will not be forgotten. Again, I’m sorry to have taken so long to present myself before you but the interview process I was involved in was rather lengthy and delicate.”

One of the young witches raised her hand. “Your Lordship?” she said. “Sir, if we should be employed here in any capacity in the future, would room and board be provided?”

The question caused Webster to immediately wonder just how much was actually known about the past workings of the court. Had justices in years past dealt so differently with their employees that no one knew about the large residence? Or was it used that differently? Clearly, he himself loved his privacy, but the residence was huge, from what he had seen of it. After pondering this for a few moments, he realized the young witch might have asked the question only to gauge his reaction to it.

He decided not to react to her real, underlying query but offer up a straightforward, canned response. “My understanding is yes, there will be, either here or accommodations will be provided to you at the school you are presently attending for as long as you work in the Hall of Justice. It will depend on your position and the need for your availability after work hours,” he told them. “Are there any more questions?”

He waited for several seconds but the young girls didn’t respond. A number were still looking disappointed and at the time appeared, it seemed, quite disinterested. “Thank you. If you wish to leave your resume, after you have noted the job choices that might interest you, please hand it to the security officer at the back of the courtroom as you depart. At the earliest possible moment, you will be contacted for an interview. Thank you all, again, for your patience. Now, which two of you left your resumes here earlier?”

Two girls raised their hands. “Please come with me, I have your paperwork inside,” he instructed them.

The two girls hurriedly climbed the steps of the dais and walked into his chambers, as he held the door open for them. He removed his robe and laid it back across the desk before inviting the two to follow him into the residence. As they were entering the library, Hermione walked out of a room down the hall to their right.

“Hermione, do you have a minute?” he called out.

“Certainly, Your Lordship,” she replied and followed the three into the library.

The first thing Webster noticed was the room was spotless and another fresh tea service had been set out with four glasses of iced tea and a large tray of crumpets, cookies and jam.

“Please sit down,” he said, motioning the girls to chairs at the table. “Would you like to try some iced tea or maybe something to eat? Please help yourselves. Where I’m from it’s the preferred way to drink it, you see?” Webster smiled at the girls after noticing their expressions upon seeing the ice in the tea. Both were very cute but again, on first impressions, lacked Hermione’s endearing qualities. They each thanked him and reached to lift a glass from the tray. Webster smiled to himself when he saw the girls’ hands shaking as Hermione’s had done.

Webster couldn’t help but appraise the girls’ physical qualities as they sat down. The robes did nothing to help him, either. They loosely fell across the young witches shoulders and only the redheaded girl showed any heaviness in her chest. He couldn’t help but smile at himself over the thought.

He had always been a breast man. Hell, Webster couldn’t remember a time in his life when the first thing he didn’t glance at when meeting a female, of any age, was her chest. It wasn’t about size at all, he often reminded himself. It was simply a breast being a breast, a soft, warm, jiggling mound of woman flesh. He’d never considered himself a pervert, either. No indeed. It was just his specialty, you see. He was a breast man, and he was very proud of that fact.

“Please, relax a bit and we’ll have a little chat,” he continued. “This is Hermione Granger, our new Executive Assistant.”

Both girls gulped and nervously sat their glasses down, as their hands were shaking too much to hold them still. “Hello,” they said in unison, but in a very bashful way.

“Hello, and your names are?” Hermione asked.

“My name’s Sarah McPherson,” the redheaded girl said, raising her hand a small bit as if in a classroom. That realization made her blush even more.

“I’m Martha Snead,” said the blond, smiling nervously, but with what appeared to be an air of self-confidence about her or maybe she was just trying overly much to seem that way.

Webster’s eyes remained on the blond for an uncomfortable amount of time. There was something else about the girl. He couldn’t quite grasp what it was, though, nor did he have time. His eyes shifted to the small wisps of golden hair about her neck and ears and so had his mind. He imagined what her flesh would taste like, what she would smell like, how she would move against him, as he licked, sucked and kissed the soft, girlish flesh of her neck.

“Your Lordship, here are their applications,” Hermione said, reaching over to pick them up off of the table and handing them to him.

Webster had forgotten about the paperwork altogether. But his mind, in mid-course, switched from the young blond to Hermione. She had a freshness and alertness about her that appealed to him greatly. As she stood alongside him, he could swear he could feel her heat.

It was at that moment Webster became aware of the probable reason for his carnal thoughts and resulting arousal. “From the moment you put on the ring . . .”, the old professor had told him. Surely, he thought, the ring couldn’t be already affecting him. Nevertheless, he knew something was. He longed desperately to lower a hand to his crotch and rub at his aching cock, which was even now leaking precum into his stretched briefs.

“Again, I apologize for keeping you young ladies waiting for so long. I’m afraid Hermione’s interview went much longer than we anticipated. Nevertheless, it was well worth the time we spent together.” He smiled at his little witticism, looking up to Hermione who blushed at his remark.

As hard as it was to do, Webster willed himself, with every fiber of his being, to focus on the task at hand. It was exceedingly difficult to do, however, as he found no possible way to lessen the pressing need pounding away in his crotch.

“First, I must ask if you both have attained your seventeenth birthdays?” Webster asked, looking from one girl to the other. “I must insist on that for various reasons. I’ve been told with past courts age was not an issue, however, it will be a requirement of this court.”

Both nodded their heads and affirmed they were seventeen.

“Is either of you wishing to seek one of the other positions I spoke of in the courtroom?” Webster asked them.

The redhead again quickly raised her hand but immediately dropped it to the table. “Your Lordship, I respectfully request permission to apply for the Court Clerk position. I completed a lengthy research paper last year detailing the history of court clerks in my History of Magic class,” Sarah pointed out. “I pulled the records of all clerks who worked in the Hall of Justice over the last five hundred years and made a comparison study between this court and the court systems in the non-magical, English-speaking countries of the world. The assignment gave me a very good knowledge of the workings of the court, its recordkeeping requirements and how to maintain the court’s docket.”

Webster smiled. “I’m very impressed, Sarah. I would imagine we would be hard pressed to find another with your qualifications. I would one day like to read your research paper.”

The girl again blushed and smiled in a shy way.

“And Martha, do you have any particular preference?” he asked.

“Your Lordship, may I ask Miss Granger if she will be requiring an assistant or a clerk for her office?” Martha asked.

“Hermione?”

“Your Lordship, I don’t know whether I’ll be allowed an assistant or even if I need one.” Hermione replied.

“I leave that decision up to you. Use your own discretion,” Webster informed her.

“Thank you, Your Lordship. With your permission then, if you do not have any more questions of Miss Snead at the moment, may I take her to my office and interview her for a possible vacancy?” Hermione asked.

“Good idea. I’ll finish my interview with Sarah and get to know her better,” he said, smiling up at his Executive Assistant. “I still need to take a look through the residence. I haven’t had a chance to look in more than a couple of rooms.”

After Hermione and Martha left for her office, Webster stood up and Sarah jumped to her feet.

“Sarah, please, let’s not be that formal when we are not in the courtroom. Please relax,” he commanded her.

“I’m sorry, Your Lordship. I didn’t mean to offend,” she said.

“You didn’t offend, Sarah. Now drink some of that excellent tea, relax, and tell me about yourself and your family,” he said, in a calm voice.

Sarah reached again for her glass of iced tea and began thinking about what she should say. She didn’t feel as nervous as before but, looking back up at Webster, realized he was waiting for her to start.

“Your Lordship, when I was a young girl my parents were both killed by Death Eaters. I was placed in a ministry orphanage, as I had no living relatives. Shortly before I turned eleven, I was placed with a family of wizards in my native Ireland. I now attend the Roundstone School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Ireland and am honored to be at the top of my class,” she said.

“Do you have any hobbies?” he asked.

“I’m an avid reader, Your Lordship. I had hoped to maybe one day become a librarian or historian. However, after my research on court clerks, my interests changed,” she said.

“Lucky for us,” Webster said with a smile, noticing the girl had visibly relaxed. “Have you a boyfriend at Roundstone or many close personal friends.”

“Just friends. We are not allowed any liaisons while still in school. And young wizards usually avoid bookworms, you see?” Sarah said, smiling.

“Ha!” he laughed out. “They don’t know what they’re missing. Now, Sarah, you do understand that employment here means we cannot wait for you to finish your education at Roundstone? The court clerk is one of the most important positions here. Are you willing to give up your last school year for a career in the Hall of Justice?”

The girl jumped in anticipation at what was implied. “Yes, Your Lordship. I would be thankful for the position and will pledge to work hard to prove myself to you,” she said, and Webster noted her eyes and mannerisms didn’t indicate otherwise.

“Very well. The court clerk is to reside here in my residence, I’m told. If you are selected, that will be alright with you?” Webster asked.

“Yes, Your Lordship. Bless you and thank you,” she said.

“You understand you would serve at my pleasure and discretion?” he asked.

“Yes, Your Lordship,” she replied.

“Very good,” he said. “Now let’s go down the hall here and find you a room. You can move in anytime you choose, but the sooner the better.”

“You mean, Your Lordship, you mean you have selected me as your clerk?” she asked, almost giddy with excitement.

“Yes, Sarah, I have. Just like that!” he exclaimed, smiling at the girl’s youthful reaction and exuberance.

“Oh! Thank you, thank you, Your Lordship!” she cried out. Emotional tears began streaming down her face.

“Now stop crying and let’s take a look around!” he commanded her, but all the while smiling grandly to himself inside. Again, the sexual craving took hold of him, and he tried imagining how long it might be before he was able to get his redhead clerk to open her legs for him.

Webster led her down the hallway on the first floor of the residence. He remembered there was supposed to be another full floor of bedrooms above him but had not been up to check things out. However, he realized it would be best to keep the clerk handy, for now, and could switch her out to another room later if it was best for her.

Sarah walked alongside him and Webster noticed she peered into every door they passed. He felt her aura, in a strange way, and knew she was excited and giddy about walking through the magnificence of the residence and knowing she was actually going to live here.

About the middle of the long hall, a door was left fully open and the two stepped inside to look around.

“I must admit,” he said, “I’m seeing all of this for the first time myself. I haven’t had the chance to look around much at all, and the residence appears to be huge.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, her eyes large and plainly showing the amazement at all she was seeing.

As they walked into the bedroom, Webster turned around. “Well this is obviously a large bedroom. It looks like the bathroom is over there. And there are two other rooms along that wall,” he said, almost as if he were talking out loud to himself. They walked over and opened one door and then the other. Each one opened into another large room; the first into a personal library and sitting room; the other into a large room with no obvious function, except, he thought, for storage or a spare bedroom.

They then walked over to the bathroom and were astonished at the size and beauty of it. There was a raised pool against the full width of the far end of the bathroom. Water cascaded endlessly down large stone steps into the pool from an indeterminate height. Webster wondered how this could be possible. There was, after all, another floor above them.

The sloping waterfall looked to be as much as three stories in height but, even staring and trying to take in the exact height and size of it, he found it was impossible to do. It was either real, as it seemed, or the best optical illusion he had ever experienced. The bathroom appeared to contain every conceivable thing one could ever possibly require, too. Large stacks of terrycloth towels and robes were folded along the top of a large cabinet. The cabinet itself had drawers filled with every possible toiletry item imaginable.

“Your Lordship,” Sarah said breathlessly, “This must be your personal quarters, sir. Or perhaps, Miss Grangers?”

“Let’s go look at another, Sarah,” he told her. “I’ve been told there are twenty bedrooms here within the residence.”

They walked out and opened the doors to four other bedrooms on the first floor. Each of these was, excepting carpeting, wall colors, wall hangings and such, a carbon copy of the first.

“Would you like to look at the second level with me?” he asked of Sarah.

“Yes, Your Lordship!” Sarah exclaimed. Her giddiness had eased somewhat but she was still emotionally overwhelmed.

They made there way up the steps to the second floor and found it to be a duplicate of the first floor. Even the library was the same. Webster remembered the doors Dumbledore had pointed out to him the first time they were in the residence. “Through those doors is a large pool within the atrium,” the old wizard had said, remembering the conversation.

Webster turned right at the library and walked toward identical doors, positioned precisely in the same location as the others one story below. He opened the two doors and found himself standing on a large balcony, one story above an extremely large indoor pool or pond. Way above his head and hundreds of yards out into the distance a large atrium covered the entire area and disappeared above his head and out of view above the third story. The subdued lighting, coming through the frosted glass panes of the atrium, indicated overcast or late evening skies.

Large ferns, roses and flowers of every conceivable color grew in raised beds and pots all around the indoor sanctuary. Tables, chairs and benches of granite or marble were arrayed in such a fashion as to blend into the stunning garden and amongst numerous large trees. Near the top of a large rock wall at the edge of the pool, water poured down and over uneven rocks and stones and cascaded into the large, placid pool.

“It’s magnificent, Your Lordship,” Sarah said in astonishment.

“It certainly is. Here, lets take these steps up to the top floor. I can’t make out where the atrium ends,” he told her, turning toward the stairway.

They quickly climbed the steps up to the top floor of the residence and were immediately awestruck. The atrium was a large geodesic dome covering the entire Hall of Justice. It extended far, far above their heads and terminated out of site well past the distant edge of the edifice. The baloney they walked onto at the top of the stairway extended the full width of the residence. Over half of the top floor consisted of a garden with another small pool and fountain. A number of long benches and tables were arranged in such a way as to be used for meetings. Approximately half of the top level, though, consisted of another enclosed space.

Webster and Sarah walked across the garden to a door at the top of the flight of stairs they had taken earlier, which had brought them to the second floor. The door to the enclosed addition was just to the left of where the stairway terminated. Webster reached out and opened the door, and they entered into an extremely large living area with a number of hallways and rooms. They walked down the largest hall and opened the door of a huge bedroom. The bed, Webster thought, was larger than any king size bed he had ever seen. Large chest-of-drawers, tables, desks and other furniture were strategically placed around the bedroom.

They walked straight back to a bathroom and found it to be twice the size of the others they had marveled over downstairs. The pool was huge; it’s water sparkling like a light-blue aquamarine gemstone. A large, rectangular hot tub of water, at least a dozen feet across, bubbled and churned next to the pool. He looked into a wide slit in the wall and found a shower room with numerous showerheads. Chairs and benches were also scattered about. They were totally dumfounded.

“Your Lordship,” Sarah announced in a shaky voice, her eyes as large as saucers, “I believe, sir, we’ve found the master bedroom and bath.”

“It’s like nothing I have ever seen in my life, Sarah,” he confessed.

They walked out of the master bedroom and found another suite, almost as large directly across the hallway, and then another at the end of the hall. “Three large bedrooms,” he thought. “I wonder what the plan was here.”

Walking out into the large living area, they turned and found various sitting rooms, a kitchen and another library. It was just too much to take in.

“I must say, Sarah, I am truly overwhelmed by the immensity of this place. And when you think how many centuries it has existed, I’m totally speechless,” he admitted.

“Your Lordship,” Sarah said. “The Hall of Justice has been enlarged and changed many times over the centuries. Most of what we see here, if I remember correctly from my studies, was done while Her Lordship Beatrice Fuller was the Chief Justice in the last century. But I don’t think anything is in print which really fully describes the residence, at least not what I’ve ever read.”

He walked back into the master bedroom, Sarah in tow. As they stepped inside the doorway, he reached over and shut the door. He noticed, for the first time on any door within the Hall of Justice, a sliding bolt. Reaching up he slid the bolt home and turned to look at the young redhead.

“Come with me, Sarah,” he commanded her.

Her eyes instantly became large and full of apprehension. Webster oddly sensed, however, that the girl was aroused by him, for whatever reason, and knew she had wanted to reach out and touch him ever since Hermione and Martha had left them alone downstairs.

Webster stopped at the bed. “Come here, Sarah, and sit down next to me,” he ordered. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yes, Your Lordship,” she said, moving slowly and hesitantly.

Once Sarah sat down, she clasped her hands together, holding them tightly in her lap. As he did with Hermione, Webster felt the girl’s heat, as she sat next to him.

“What do you know of past justice’s and their relationships with their staff?” As Webster asked the question, his head was turned towards the young witch. She had been sitting there with her eyes staring into the distance. His question, though, made her turn her head and eyes quickly to his. Sarah again quickly looked away, blushing deeply.

“It’s commonly known relationships did exist. Many children have been born here, Your Lordship.”

“As I told Hermione earlier, it is important for you to understand I demand complete trust, loyalty and obedience, Sarah. You understand why?

Sarah nodded her head. “Yes, sir.”

“You are willing to do as you’re told, then?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“I’m going to confide something to you. Not even Hermione knows this yet; at least I don’t believe she does. When Professor Dumbledore interviewed me for this position, he explained many things. Some you already know, like how dangerous the Dark Lords are and what must be done to change things for the better in this magical-world of yours.”

The young redheaded witch nodded her head, looking his way shyly, from time to time.

“There are some things, though, I don’t believe the majority of magic folk know anything about. I’m only saying this to be true because the old professor explained it to me in such terms. One of the things you must know, Sarah, and, of course, so will Hermione and any other witches employed and living here, is how this ring affects me. More than that, in fact, it is how the charm protecting this place will affect everyone living here. Do you know anything about that?”

Sarah shook her head. “No, sir.”

“Well, here it is. I’m telling you this because it’s important for you to know what I’m starting to go through. You, too, I’m told, will go through much the same thing. What makes it even more of a burden for me is that I’m also wearing this ring.” Webster lifted his left hand for Sarah to take a closer look at. When lightning flashed within the depths of the stone, she jumped back.

“What was that!” she exclaimed, moving away from Webster.

“I honestly don’t know. The old professor told me it is different with each Chief Justice. He told me the ring was the color of a bright ruby when his father wore it. I can’t say why it does this, but it hasn’t stopped since I put it on.”

“You don’t feel it?” Sarah asked, looking up in wonder at the man.

“No, at least not the lightning thing. The old professor told me though that from the very moment I put on the ring certain things were going to begin happening to me. He told me he doesn’t know why it is but it will greatly increase my need for sexual pleasure. Or maybe it was something like I would be aroused more. I really don’t know if he even knew how to explain it to me, but I’ve been feeling the effects of it, Sarah. It is making me miserable, as I haven’t been able to attend to my needs yet.”

Again, Sarah’s eyes revealed the apprehension she was feeling inside. The girl made no movement, nor did she respond in any way to what she’d just been told. She looked to be somewhat in shock.

“Do you know what I’m even talking about?” Webster asked.

“Are you in pain?” Sarah asked, squinting her eyes as if she empathized with him.

“Discomfort, Sarah. I think that is a better word.”

The girl looked away, again staring off at something against the far wall. Webster sensed she wanted to say something else, but it was uncomfortable for her to do so. Perhaps she didn’t know what to say.

“From what Professor Dumbledore told me, it’s just a matter of time, Sarah, if you actually accept the post here, that we will become involved in that way. You understand what I’m saying, don’t you?”
The young witch blushed again and nodded her head.

“If you want to reconsider becoming my court clerk, I’ll understand. I wouldn’t want you to do something you are uncomfortable in doing.”

Sarah looked down at her hands, which were still clasped and held tightly in her lap. Webster watched her as she considered what all he’d just told her.

“I really want to work here, sir,” she replied. “I’d never have a chance at a job like this ever again in my lifetime. If you really want me to stay, I’ll do whatever you want. I promise.”

Webster lifted his hand and placed it lightly on her back, rubbing gently at the girl. He then pulled her up against him and lowered his mouth to her head of red hair. The large man kissed her atop the head and shook her gently, after placing his hand along her outer arm.

“Thank you,” the large man whispered.

He waited until she again sat up straight, before lowering his head and kissing her gently on the cheek. She didn’t respond to his loving advances but continued sitting stiffly, as if nothing was happening.

Webster was anxious to push forward, taking what he knew had been clearly offered. But her coldness, her fear or something he couldn’t quite grasp made him stop. While he watched her expressions, he raised a hand to the back of her head and ran his fingers through her hair. The girl closed her eyes. Her facial expression relaxed. Her mouth opened and her breathing grew ragged and labored.

Finally, what he should have considered all along became obvious. The young witch had never done this before. She had no idea what was happening, except for just allowing herself to be played with like a doll or some such thing. Oddly, this stimulated Webster even that much more.

He took his hands off the girl and watched her for some seconds until she came out of her stupor.

“Take off your robe for me, Sarah. I’d like to see how pretty you are.”

Sarah was still flushed and gasping for breath when she came to her feet. She walked to the chest-of-drawers and removed her robe, laying it across the top of the chest.

The young witch was obviously not as tall as Hermione was but a bit heavier. Her skin almost looked transparent. Webster had already noted her pouty, pink lips and her cute button of a nose. He looked up into her eyes, which now plainly showed how aroused she had become. They were dreamy but still filled with excitement, or was it apprehension.

“You are a beautiful young girl, Sarah,” Webster said, complementing her and meaning every word.

“Have you been with a boy before?” he asked.

“No, sir.”

He was so desperate to have the girl strip before him here and now, but he didn’t want to rush the young virgin. “No,” he thought. “We should take our time. There’s no rush.”

The girl had not moved a muscle, as she continued standing in front of the chest. She watched the older man’s eyes move up and down her body, aware that he would soon make her take off more of her clothes. She was frightened about it, but knew it would happen sooner or later if she were actually offered a job here.

Her headmistress back at Roundstone told her what to expect. She had explained it to her as if it were a very natural, acceptable thing to do. Sarah couldn’t help but believe she would be treated as little more than a whore. Even though it was shocking to think of, she wasn’t at all totally innocent. Truthfully, she had never been with a boy or man, but she often fantasized about it. She’d listened intently to other girls telling stories of what all they’d done and how they did it. She never thought her first time would be this way, though. And she’d never imagined an older man having his way with her, even one as good-looking and pleasant as the man now before her.

Webster came to his feet and walked slowly over to Sarah. He stopped just short of her, bringing his hands up to her outer arms and lightly grasping them. She found it hard to look up into his eyes, but looked shyly away. Webster continued to gaze down into hers, waiting patiently for her to look back up into his. This she finally did, hesitantly at first, but, at last, fixing her eyes on his.

The large man pulled her gently into him, burying his nose into her hair above her left ear. He inhaled her scent while lowering his head to her neck.

Sarah shook in his grasp, gasping out an ‘aah’, as his lips opened to gently kiss her soft flesh. Webster then opened his mouth and lapped at her skin with his tongue, tasting her youthful sweetness.

The girl’s legs became suddenly weak. Before she collapsed, Webster pulled her tightly to him. He backed away from her neck and looked down at her mouth. Sarah noticed his stare and raised her mouth to his, wrapping her hands about his shoulders and pulling him tightly to her. The girl had a physical welling rising up deep within her. The twitch and itch between her legs became a burning need. She lowered a hand to her skirt, pulling it up in the front until she could push her fingers down inside her knickers.

As Webster continued kissing her mouth, Sarah rubbed her fingers up and down her slit, lifting and opening her left leg to give her better access.

The man felt or sensed the girl’s actions. He pushed himself gently away from Sarah and looked down at her hand buried between her legs. Sarah’s eyes again opened wide in fright, and she quickly removed her hand, dropping her skirt and pushing it down.

Webster reached for her hand and lifted it to his nose. He inhaled her precious scent deeply before kissing and licking her fingers. Sarah could hardly believe what was happening. “What is he doing?” she thought, almost horrified by his actions.

He pulled the young witch over to the bed and sat her down. As Webster fell to his knees before her, he raised a hand to her chest and pushed her back flat on the bed. Again, Sarah let out an ‘aah’.

Webster lifted the young girls skirt, pushing it back enough to get to her wet panties. Sarah tried pushing her skirt down to cover herself, but the large man would have none of it.

“Stop that!” Webster commanded. He then pulled her panties down in one forceful motion, fighting to get them over her shoes. Once that was accomplished, Webster lifted the girl’s legs and pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed.

Sarah was too dumfounded to say anything. She felt herself being lifted and moved about by powerful hands. Finally, the large man lifted and spread her legs wide one last time.

Looking down, the young witch watched the man’s head drop to her crotch. Instantly, she felt his mouth upon her vestibule. She gasped out for air and began moaning loudly.

Webster ran his tongue up and down her slit, licking at her wetness, aroused by her scent. He found her clit and teased the button with his hard tongue. It swelled enough for him to pinch down on it with his lips, licking at it roughly. He next ran his tongue along her inner folds, sucking and tormenting the flesh.

Sarah yelped out in between gasps for air. She began rocking uncontrollably on the bed, reaching down to take hold of the man’s head.

Webster pulled back, allowing himself room to push his right index finger into her tight, inflamed cunt. As he began finger-fucking the young witch, she humped at his finger, rocking her ass on the bed, urging him on. He then pushed two fingers into the tight canal, as Sarah ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ above him.

Sarah dropped her right hand to her slit and rubbed quickly and roughly at her clit. Webster smiled at the girl’s frenzied arousal. He ran his hands up her smooth, youthful legs, marveling at their feel. He then raised his hand to her blouse to unbutton it. Sarah noticed what he was doing and lifted her hands to help him. She raised herself back up to a sitting position on the bed and hastily pulled the blouse off.

Webster was in awe of what he saw. Her large breasts were pushing tightly into a bra that was at least a size too small for their bulk. He quickly raised his hands to the taut material and squeezed the heavy glands. Again, Sarah yelped.

As Webster continued manipulating the mounds, Sarah reached behind and unhooked the clasp. The youthful breasts swung free as she pinched and rolled her shoulders to drop the straps.

What Webster now saw pleased him greatly. The girl’s large, funnel-shaped, pink areola were puffy and topped by a dark-pink button. He lifted the two glands, squeezing them tightly, pulling them to his mouth.

Webster sucked first one and then the other into his mouth, loving the feel of the youthful nipples and areolas against his tongue, feeling every irregularity.

The large man squeezed them one last time and released them. He raised his eyes to Sarah’s; this time she didn’t look away. She fixed her eyes on his, looking lovingly and sensually at him.

Webster leaned forward and again kissed the young witch. She again wrapped her arms around him and partially slid off the bed down into his lap.

For some minutes, they kissed at each other like long-time lovers. He finally lifted her off his lap and came to his feet. He then went about hurriedly getting out of his clothes. Sarah, too, pulled off her skirt and kicked off her shoes, but her eyes went back time and again to stare at Webster’s bulging crotch.

As he dropped his pants, Sarah saw a large wet spot on his briefs. Webster quickly pulled them down and his cock swung free, swinging heavily to and fro, as he kicked his briefs free of his feet. As he looked back her way, he noticed her eyes scrutinizing his heavy meat. Again, the young witch’s eyes took on a look of apprehension.

Webster grasped his cock with his right hand to stop its gyrations. He was somewhat surprised at the look on Sarah’s face. She clearly hadn’t expected this, he figured.

Sarah sat back on the bed, looking from the large appendage up to the man’s face and back down again. “It’s too big,” she said, her voice breaking.

“Nah,” Webster said, in a comforting way. “It’s really not that big. It just looks that way right now.”

He walked up to the edge of the bed. Sarah instinctively backed up a bit more so Webster stopped where he was. The girl was obviously mesmerized by the beast but, at the same time, nearly scared out of her wits.

As he stood there before her, he slowly began jacking off. She watched him intently, and appeared to again relax a bit.

“Would you like to do it?”

“What?” Sarah asked, looking back up into Webster’s face.

“Jack me off,” he replied.

“What does that mean?”

He smiled. “What I’m doing right now. Would you like to try it?”

The young witch hesitated, yet again focused on the man’s hand moving firmly back and forth on his organ. She slowly moved back to the edge of the bed, looking once more up into Webster’s eyes for some sign of assurance she was doing everything he asked of her.

She slowly but tentatively raised her right hand. Webster removed his and watched her fingers gently wrap themselves around his cock. He closed his eyes in reaction to her touch, gasping and jerking reflexively. She quickly removed her hand and looked up, as if to question him to what she’d just done wrong.

“No, Sarah,” Webster said. “It’s okay. Your hand felt good, that’s all. I couldn’t help but jump at your touch. It felt great.”

The young witch smiled and again took him in hand. She moved her hand as Webster had done but it came off the end. After repositioning it, she grasped the hard yet soft flesh again but more firmly. She watched the skin move forward and again retreat, as her hand moved back and forth. The organ was heavy in her hand and very warm. She couldn’t help but smell the man’s musk. It, too, aroused her. Webster watched the girl lean forward to smell the head of his cock.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“It’s heavy,” she replied. “It smells good, too.”

“You like it, do you?” he asked with a devilish grin.

“Yeah.”

“Kiss it, Sarah,” he commanded the girl.

Again, she quickly looked back up into his face and involuntarily backed away a bit. “Kiss what?”

“Kiss the head, Sarah. Kiss it right here,” he said, poking at the large head with his index finger.

The young witch leaned forward and lightly pecked the organ with her lips. Before the man could ask her to do it again, she leaned forward and opened her mouth, running her tongue over the bulbous head, lapping hungrily at the heavy meat.

“Yeah,” Webster sighed. “Now you’re doing it right.”

Sarah had heard other girls talking about sucking on their boyfriends’ penises. They laughed all the time over how much the guys liked it. The girl pretty well understood what the man wanted her to do now. She lowered her right hand to the base of his penis, opened her mouth widely and let it enter her mouth. She then closed her mouth tightly over the shaft and began moving her tongue teasingly around the head. As she sucked on the heavy member, she began moving her head back and forth, aroused by the smell and hot feel of it in rubbing over her tongue.

After several minutes, Webster stopped her and pulled her up on the bed. He lay down next to her, rubbing his hand up and down her stomach, moving up to squeeze her breasts and then down again to her slit. He leaned forward and kissed his little redhead while working hard to bring her level of arousal back up to where he wanted it.

Soon Sarah was again rocking her hips and moaning. Webster shifted himself, opening the girl’s legs and lowering himself into the void. He reached down to lift first one and then the other leg, spreading them widely and urging Sarah to keep them raised. His heavy cock poked and prodded into the inflamed lips of her pussy. As he pushed into her folds, Sarah cried out in pain. He slowly but aggressively pushed the massive head into her crushing tightness.

Sarah’s red head pushed back hard into the mattress. Her mouth opened wide, wincing against the painful assault of her virgin flesh. Although overwhelmed with the pressing need to feel the girl’s hot, tight cunt wrap itself tightly around his cock, Webster continued slowly, making it as easy as he could on the young girl.

Soon, the large man was pushing more and more of his heavy meat inside the girl. He began humping her gently, and Sarah was soon demanding more. Each time he plunged into her, the girl gasped and grunted. She was soon relishing the painful fullness she was experiencing as much as Webster was enjoying her wet, crushing heat.

After some minutes, the two shook with sexual release. Sensual electricity fired through their bodies, causing them to quake involuntarily and shudder in carnal pleasure.

Webster rolled free of the girl, rolling his head back and forth fighting for air. He couldn’t remember if he had ever been this sexually satisfied in his entire life. Not even as a young man had he ever experienced such a powerful climax.

Sarah rolled up against his left shoulder and kissed him on the arm and chest. She raised her left arm, reaching across to his right shoulder, pressing herself against the man. Sarah had never expected sex to be this good. How could she have waited so long to experience it? “I must really be a prude,” she thought.

“Thank you,” Sarah whispered out, lifting her head to look at Webster.

“No,” he replied. “I thank you. You have no idea how much I needed that, Sarah. I really appreciate it.”

The girl smiled the biggest smile of her entire life. This was going to be the best job any girl could ever have, she thought. I’ve found a real home at last.


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When Hermione and Martha left the residence, they had headed straightaway to the library. She knew Webster would need his privacy interviewing Sarah for the court clerk vacancy, and the two of them would have plenty of time. As they stepped into the library, Martha’s response to the huge edifice mirrored her own initial reaction exactly. The new Executive Assistant derived great pleasure watching the wonder and awe of the moment gleam from the young woman’s face.

Hermione turned towards her new office but was abruptly halted by the sight of an unexpected addition to the door. Two large brass plates were affixed: the top one read “Hermione Granger”; the plate below it read “Executive Assistant”. She had something new to beam over, too.

Turning back to Martha, she found her scanning row after row and level upon level of books. That, of course, was just what she was able to see facing in toward the center of the long room. They couldn’t begin to guess what was hidden behind the two walls of books facing them.


“It’s truly a wonder, isn’t it,” Hermione said. “I can’t wait to do some exploring amongst those volumes.”

“I never knew anything like it existed. I wonder why it’s kept a secret.” Martha said.

“I’m not sure, but I’m going to find out. At Hogwarts, we have a restricted section that’s behind lock and key. One must have special permission to enter it from a professor or the head librarian. It might be that only certain wizards and witches are allowed access here, too,” Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “Anyway, let’s have our little chat,” she said, pointing to door of her new office.

The two young witches walked into the office of the Executive Assistant, now, for the first time, the domain of one Hermione Granger, formerly of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She went to the chair behind her desk and slid into the large seat. Inquisitive as she had always been, she reached down, pulled open the lap drawer of the desk, and found it full of writing instruments and office supplies. She quickly opened the four drawers down each side of the desk and found the bottom two on each side empty, however, the top two pairs contained various other supplies and office tools. She reopened the lap drawer and withdrew a large legal pad and pen, dropping them on the top of the desk. What she needed them for, she didn’t know, but it felt like the right thing for an Executive Assistant to do.

“I see you’re wearing a Coldstream School patch on your robe,” Hermione noted. “I’ve never been clear about that. Is it located in Scotland or England?”

“Actually, the school straddles the border. It isn’t nearly as large of a school as Hogwarts, I’ve been told, nor as old. We have a number of students of mixed Scottish, English and Scandinavian ancestry.”

“And what of you and your family?”

“My mother’s the Professor of Transfigurations at Coldstream. We lost my father when I was six while he was on a business trip to Romania. I was an only child at the time, but my mother gave birth to my little sister shortly after his death,” she told Hermione.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father. I don’t know what I would have ever done without mine. We’ve always been very close,” she said reflectively. “Tell me about your school, and what studies you like best?”

“Let’s see. Coldstream received certification from the Ministry a little over five hundred years ago. It’s all I’ve ever known, you see, as my mother was already teaching there when I was born. I grew up with other children there and attended a preparatory school near Coldstream until eleven. My favorite subject has always been the History of Magic. I’m totally mesmerized by our early Druid ministers and the decisions they made very early on, which laid the very foundation of our magical world today. That’s one of the reasons I was so taken when I walked into the library. My mother told me she had been here once and said it contained some early writings most believed were lost. She didn’t prepare me for how large it was, though. With your permission, if I should be employed here, of course, I would very much like to seek out texts on our Druid past and Rites of Passage,” Martha stated with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

Hermione was very pleased Martha shared her intense interest in the library and the History of Magic. She had known so many students who would procrastinate until the very last minute before hurrying to the library to gather what they needed and leave just as fast as they could after they were done.

“She’s certainly a very pretty girl,” Hermione thought to herself. “Her blond hair is beautiful. Oh, how I wish I could have had nice straight hair like her instead of this unruly mop of mine.”

Hermione was very pleased with her demeanor, but she felt there was something else. Something maybe that was troubling the young witch, but, at last, she reasoned it had to be the nervousness of being interviewed and having to try so hard to impress.

“Is there anything else you would like to know?” Martha asked.

“Honestly, Martha, I haven’t even been informed of my exact duties. I’m sure there must be a number of specific questions I should be asking but, at the present, I haven’t any guidance. For me to offer you any titled position, at this time, wouldn’t be very proper. But,” Hermione paused, “owing to the great task which surely lies ahead of us, let us say, for now, that you are the Deputy Executive Assistant. If along the way you should find some position you would rather have, let me know and we’ll see if we can make a swap. Does that sound alright?”

“Yes, thank you. And when I refer to you, I should use what name?” Martha asked.

“Why, Hermione, of course! Just Hermione!” she exclaimed. “Now let’s see what these cabinets are hiding.” With that, she jumped out of her chair and started opening cabinet doors and pulling open drawers. Martha stayed at her side while they went about their little mission of discovery. Hermione had never been so happy.

They quickly became frustrated trying to figure out what the mysterious objects were for. Neither could even begin to guess but shared the belief that they must have considerable importance, as a number were permanently affixed to the walls and benches.

They soon decided it would be better to do some exploration in the library. It was really where they most wanted to be anyway. They found a massive card index against the wall just outside of the judge’s chambers. Hermione quickly found that to be maddening, so they began randomly walking down the long lanes of shelves familiarizing themselves with a small bit of the layout and astonished at the diversity they found.

Each located volumes along the way they were interested in and moved them to one of the tables in the center aisle of the library. Reading for what seemed like hours, hardly sharing a word, the two young witches were so immersed in their texts they didn’t hear Webster and Sarah open the door of the judge’s chamber and enter the enormous room.

“I figured I’d find you two with your noses in some books,” Webster laughed out.

Hermione and Martha jumped up from their chairs and turned to face the Lord Chief Justice.

“We’re sorry, Your Lordship!” Hermione said. “Did you call us?”

“No, but I was fixing to,” he said. “Aren’t you two hungry yet?”

The two girls looked at each other and shrugged. It was apparent to Webster they were hungry all right but food wasn’t at the top of their list. He grinned to himself knowing they had much greater hunger for what was on the shelves in this library.

“Have you had a chance to speak with Martha, Hermione?” Webster asked.

“Yes, Your Lordship. I must truthfully say, though, that I’m still not perfectly clear what my duties will be and what help I will need. Martha has agreed, in the meantime, to be the Deputy Executive Assistant,” Hermione related to Webster.

“That’ll be great, Hermione. Welcome to the Hall of Justice, Martha,” he said, nodding at the blond girl. “Now, I’m sure those books won’t disappear if we take a break and get something to eat. I would also like us to have our first talk. There’s a great deal we must decide and even much more to get under way. Hopefully, Professor Dumbledore will return soon and put us on the right path. But, in the meantime, I have a few specific job assignments. So, what do you say, let’s go up to the third floor of the residence and see if we can find something to eat?” He politely ordered his three young witches.

Before reaching the top of the flight of stairs to the third floor, the delicious aroma of braised meats and vegetables wafted over them, and all four charged up the remaining steps. There before them, on one of the tables, was a wide-ranging selection of masterly prepared foods that reminded Webster of the fine buffet restaurants he frequented in the non-magical life he had just left behind.

Within minutes, they were enjoying one of the best meals they had ever eaten. But for Webster, of course, his greatest enjoyment came from cold pitchers full of the special blend of iced tea. He noticed, too, the beverage seemed to greatly enhance the flavor of the foods as well. The three witches attacked the food like they hadn’t eaten in days.

As Webster remained quiet throughout the meal, the girls refrained from interrupting him by conversing quietly with each other. Hermione could tell he was mulling things over and, even though he ate hardily, his mind clearly was not on his meal.

“I wish we had a clear organizational plan,” Webster at last said, after pushing his plate away from him. He looked at Hermione and saw her staring right into his eyes. The expression on her face indicated she was eager to help but, like him, had no idea where to start or what to do. “Well,” he slowly began again. “Sarah? Would you take Martha with you and locate your office. See if there are any records or a docket listing pending cases. Whatever you find, please make an accounting of them. We need to know what our load will be when we open up shop. Also, please make note of the dates filed and a brief summary of each.”

“Yes, Your Lordship,” Sarah replied.

“Your office might be one of those to the left of mine. I meant to take a look when we were down there earlier but didn’t get around to it,” Hermione told her.

“Okay. We’ll start there,” Sarah said, as she rose from the table. The two witches excused themselves and headed back downstairs.

Webster looked back at Hermione after finishing another glass of iced tea. “I have something I want to show you.” They left the table and walked to the long balcony overlooking the pool and garden area three floors below. Hermione thought the sight was one of the most beautiful she had ever seen. Less light was passing through the glass panes of the atrium and, as they stood there, small lights wrapped around the trees began to shine brightly. There were also colored lights behind the rocks of the waterfall which gave the water spilling down amongst them added vibrancy. They also noticed the white marble floor of the atrium shone with a very dim radiance.

He reached up and placed his arm around her shoulder. “What do you think of that?” he asked her.

“It’s wonderful, truly wonderful!” she exclaimed.

When they turned around, they noticed the trees on the third level had also lit and were wrapped in lights. They created warm romantic glows and cast shadows, which were striking to behold. The small fountain and pond were softly lit from below with a glimmering yellowish orange light, but as Webster and Hermione walked over to examine it, the source of the light could not be ascertained.

“What is it with these lights, Hermione? Other than those on the trees, I don’t see where the light comes from.” He frustratingly said.

“It’s a charm,” she told him. “I was very astonished by them when I was eleven years old and began my schooling at Hogwarts. You see I was born to a non-wizard family but very open-minded people. They always knew there was something unusual and strange about me.” Hermione laughed at that. “Anyway, once I was informed of my acceptance to Hogwarts, we followed the directions provided to us and soon found ourselves in a most amazing part of London called Diagon Alley. Completely hidden from the non-wizard world, one could say it’s a large shopping center for wizards and witches. There, I saw for the very first time a wide variety of magic being done. So, you must forgive me, Your Lordship, if I’m not as amazed by all this as you. Nevertheless, I do find it just as beautiful, I assure you.”

Webster grabbed Hermione’s far shoulder and slowly twisted her around. “I have something else to show you,” he said. “Come with me!”

He led her to the door of the third floor residence. She was again overwhelmed by the vastness of the living space. Webster pointed toward the largest hall, and he stopped at the door directly opposite the one to his bedroom.

“I believe this to be your private residence, Hermione,” he said, as they entered the room. “How do you like it?”

“It’s so big!” she screamed out. “It is unbelievable. Surely this must be yours.”

“Nope. Mine is across the way,” he said, pointing through the door they had just come in.

Webster felt grand seeing the amazement written across her face. She opened the three doors leading to the bathroom, library and spare bedroom and couldn’t believe all of it was for her private use. “Surely there must be some mistake, Your Lordship!” she exclaimed.

“It’s all yours, Hermione!” he said, feeling great satisfaction from her happiness.

“There are three bedrooms here on the top floor,” he said. “The other, down the hall, is exactly like this one but with a different color scheme. I imagine you can change them to suit your personal tastes. I’m planning on giving the third to Sarah but wanted to talk with you first.”

“Why would you need to speak with me first, Your Lordship?”

“You’re my Executive Assistant. Even though Sarah doesn’t work directly under you, I wanted to get your input before offering it to her,” he explained.

“Thank you, Your Lordship, for your thoughtfulness, but I’ll do as you wish. It’s totally up to you,” she admitted.

“Very well. We’ll put her in the other bedroom then,” he said.

“So your interview went well with Sarah?” Hermione asked. She couldn’t help but smile. as she had a feeling something else happened between them other than just an oral interview. Even what little she had been around Sarah during their shared meal, the girl passed numerous loving glances towards the Chief Justice. Yes indeed, something was afoot within the hallowed halls of justice.

“Yes, extremely well,” Webster smiled back. “She was a little bashful at first and certainly lacks your notable attributes but, yes, it went extremely well. I believe she will do very well. In fact, I know she will.”
Hermione laughed. “I’m very glad, Your Lordship,” she stated, smiling broadly and knowingly. “And how may I ask are you feeling? You look to be having a grand time with all of this.”

“It’s great! I feel wonderful. In fact, I’m feeling like a big kid again,” he said. “And I really mean a kid, as in I’m having lustful thoughts I haven’t had in years. I can’t imagine living here alone with you three girls and maybe a number more.”

Hermione laughed out again. “How many females are you planning to putting on your staff?” she smiled broadly at the pun.

Webster joined her in laughter, after her witty remark sunk in. “Hopefully just one at a time,” he cried out, joyous tears flowing from their eyes. After a few moments, he wiped his eyes and slowly pulled Hermione to him. He held her tightly, hugging her close, as if soaking up her warmth.

Hermione returned his hug, burying her head into his chest. His large arms wrapping around her felt so good. She wondered if Professor McGonagall might be right, if maybe one day he and she would begin a friendship that went beyond just a work relationship.

“And your interview with Martha?” he asked, backing away from her a step. “How did it go?”

“She’s a bright girl and very willing to help. Until I know exactly what duties I have and what personnel we will need, I told her she could be my deputy and we’ll play it by ear for a while, if that’s alright?” she asked, looking up at Webster and noticing him nodding his head. “She did seem overly nervous or unsettled. I’m hoping that will soon pass, though.”

“Hopefully it will. Now, if Professor Dumbledore doesn’t come back soon, I’m going to have to send for him. I would feel a lot better about this Chief Justice job if I knew what, where and when I’m to do something. Hopefully he will put us on the right track. I have the feeling he’s just letting us have time to get used to the place, and he most probably has a lot of duties that he must also attend to,” Webster said, pondering their situation.

“I’m sure he has you at the top of his list. I wasn’t even aware until yesterday that a nominee for the high office had been found. After just a few minutes thinking it over, I realized the importance of the position and knew Professor Dumbledore would especially be excited about it. Every responsible wizard and witch in our world has lived in fear of the rising power of the dark lords for many years. You’re our only hope to end or, at the very least, slow down their evil intentions,” she told him.

“Professor Dumbledore told me as much when we first talked,” he said. “Well, we will just wait then. Do what we can do but just wait. Now, back to Martha. You said she was a bright girl?” he asked.

“Yes, Your Lordship. She would make a perfect librarian or court historian. But, then again, I would imagine only students at the top of their class would be urged to apply for positions here at the court. So that same statement will most likely hold true for each and every applicant: they will all be perfect choices for librarians, court historians and the like,” she explained.

“And her personality?” he asked.

“She is very pleasant, very inquisitive and, if I read her right, she will be one who will try her best to always get along. Of course, I’ve just met her. That was my first impression, and I’m pretty good at first impressions. As I said, she seems just to be overly nervous right now,” Hermione said with great confidence.

“I’d like to spend a little time with her, Hermione, if you can spare her for a while,” he said.

“Yes, of course, I would love the opportunity to help Sarah out with her project. Like I said, I never got to look into those other offices in the library. I’d like to find out what staff are to use them or what else they might be for, Your Lordship.”

“Very well, then. When you get back down to the library send Martha up to me. Tell her to come to the residence, I’ll be waiting for her.”

“Yes, Your Lordship,” she smiled back. “I hope you enjoy your interview. I’m sure she will.”

Webster winked at her witty little quip as Hermione turned to leave. Now alone, he took the time to meander through the residence to become acquainted with some of the other niceties. After a little browsing, he wondered if there might be a little iced tea left so he headed out the door to the table where they had eaten earlier. Everything had been cleared off of the table and a fresh tray of tea was waiting. “Man,” Webster thought to himself, “those house-elf guys are faster than blue-blazes. I wonder what they would do if I wanted a cup of coffee instead? Well, you can’t beat the service. A guy could get used to this.”

He sat down at the table, and his thoughts again turned to Hermione. He had been tempted to tell her all that had transpired between himself and Sarah but held back. Webster wondered if it was right to do so. He wouldn’t want her to be offended by what had happened. Shaking his head in disbelief, he wondered what he would have thought just a week ago if someone would have told him he would be sitting here this very minute with three gorgeous young witches at his service.


In a short while, he heard Martha top the stairs and called her over to the table. She looked around, amazed at the lighting on the top floor.

“Hey, this isn’t anything! Come with me! Have you seen our garden yet?” he asked her.

“No, Your Lordship,” she quietly said.

Webster led her over to the third floor balcony, and she sucked in a quick breath of air when she looked down on the panorama laid out before them.
“Quite a view, huh?” he asked.

“Beautiful!” she breathlessly replied.

“Almost reminds me of a theme park or something, except there aren’t any people wandering about. Really amazing, I like this place,” Webster said, smiling at the young girl.

“Now, let’s go over to the table for a chat,” he said. “Did Hermione tell you I wanted to spend a little time with you?”

Martha smiled and looked straight into Webster’s eyes. “Yes, Your Lordship,” she said, with a sexy grin. “She told me to take good care of you.”

“She did?” he laughed out.

“Yes, sir. She just had a quick talk downstairs with Sarah and me. From what little we know, we figure you are on some sort of an emotional roller coaster right now and, well, Hermione ordered us both to do whatever we can to ease your misery,” Martha said with a broad smile and a twinkle in her eye.

“So Hermione had a little talk with Sarah, did she?”

“Yeah, Hermione felt it was important for us to keep everything out in the open until we at least get our feet on the ground.”

“I like the sound of that,” he said, reaching out for the girl and pulling her to him.

Martha eagerly accepted his advance. He nuzzled his head down along her cheek and lowered his open mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder. Once there, he opened his mouth wide before lightly biting into her flesh, nibbling at her soft flesh and lapping her roughly with his tongue, to suck the taste of her into him. He then slowly moved up her neck. Martha squealed from the extreme sensual sensations his nibbles were triggering and tried to push her head over hard into his head in an effort to lessen the effect. She shuddered violently; her eyes closed; her mouth sucking at the air, wanting the tickling to end yet, at the same time, last forever.

The big man slid his hands down her backside and grasped the firm cheeks of her ass with his strong hands, pulling and lifting them closer to his heat. He then seized her skirt and lifted it up above her round bottom until he had only the thin material of her knickers between his probing fingers and the smooth, softness of her behind.

Webster pulled at her hand and quickly led her to the master bedroom. This time, however, as he closed the door, he didn’t give the bolt a second thought; his mind was too busy undressing the blond girl before him.

Neither said a word, as he moved his mouth to hers and began sucking and lapping at her lips and tongue, guiding her backwards towards the bed. Martha’s small nostrils flared as she fought to capture breaths.

Daniel Webster was amazed at how experienced the young witch’s lovemaking was. Martha was one of the most seductive women he’d ever seen in his life, and she was quickly proving herself to him.

Within a short while, he was so exhausted he actually slid off the bed, coming first to his knees before slowly getting his feet under him. He reached down and pulled Martha off the large bed and across to the bathroom. She gasped when she saw its size. Leading her over to the large marble hot tub, he pulled her down into it and helped her to the bench. They were quickly tantalized into a state of deep relaxation by the effervescence of the enchanted bubbling and swirling of the hot water. Martha was instantly affected and leaned into him, soon looking as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. He placed his left arm around her to hold her in place so she would not fall forward or slide deeper into the tub.

This is exactly as they were found sometime later when Hermione and Sarah peered into the bathroom. Webster heard the two girls and looked around just as they were attempting to quietly leave.
“Hermione?” Webster called out.

“Yes, Your Lordship!” came her reply. “Sorry! We weren’t sure where you were. We’ll wait outside.”

“No, wait!” he commanded. “You two come here and get in the tub. You need to relax a bit. Goodness knows you two deserve it as much as we do.” He smiled broadly at the two girls as they made their way back to the edge of the pool.

“Are you sure, Your Lordship?” Hermione asked. “We didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Yes, I’m sure!” Webster exclaimed. “Now get out of your clothes and get in this wonderful water.”

Hermione looked horrified. “Maybe later, Your Lordship.”

“Now, Hermione,” he commanded. “Strip and get in here with us.”

Hermione looked over to Sarah who already had most of her clothes off. She just knew she would feel humiliated but realized there was no way to back out. Not now. “Why in the world did I have to come looking for him,” she scolded herself.

Sarah quickly entered the large tub and sat down on the bench opposite Webster and Martha.

Hermione slowly unclasped her robe and placed it on a bench along the wall. She undid her shoes, kicking them under the bench. Webster couldn’t help but smile as the girl tried to decide whether to unbutton her blouse or drop her skirt. Finally, Hermione settled on the blouse and dropped it atop her robe.

Webster’s cock hardened watching the girl undress before him. Martha noticed the look on his face and reached down to grasp his cock. She was surprised to feel how swollen his member had become.
Martha, too, turned again to watch Hermione. She had just placed her skirt on top of her blouse and began walking slowly to the large bubbling tub.

“Take it all off, Hermione,” Webster ordered, stopping the girl short.

Hermione turned and walked back over to the bench. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She bent over to lay it on the bench, and Webster smiled at the nicely shaped breasts hanging from her chest. She then hooked her thumbs in her knickers and slid them to her ankles, stepping out of them in slow motion.

Martha felt the large man’s cock twitch, as Hermione’s naked ass turned toward them. Her small butt was perfectly formed and had not one visible blemish.

As Hermione turned around to again walk toward the tub, Martha felt Webster hump into her tight fist. She looked back toward Hermione who was obviously very embarrassed. Webster’s eyes moved from Hermione’s perfectly formed breasts down to the small mound of brownish hair above her cunt.

“I’ve tasted Martha and Sarah, Hermione. May I have a taste?”

“Now?” Hermione exclaimed. “Here?”

“Yeah, but come down here and sit in my lap first,” Webster said, grinning devilishly.

Hermione stepped down the large marble steps and walked over to Webster. She looked into his eyes for approval, too embarrassed to follow his eyes earlier.

He pulled her gently to him, reaching out and lifting her firm breasts as she stopped in front of him. Hermione involuntarily shivered at his touch. Webster squeezed her breast flesh and pulled her hardened nipples to his mouth. He sucked, licked and kissed roughly at her areolas. He let loose her left breast and reached for Hermione’s right hand.

He then lowered it to his crotch. Martha removed her hand from his cock and Webster replaced it with Hermione’s.

“Wow!” Hermione exclaimed. “Sarah said it was really big.”

Webster laughed out. “You girls! You’re all stuck on big! You don’t know what big is!”

“I wouldn’t want to know if it got any bigger than this,” Hermione replied.

He then wrapped his arms around Hermione and lifted her to the edge of the tub. When he positioned her butt on the edge, as he wanted it, he called Martha and Sarah over to each take a leg.
“You girls spread her for me,” he ordered.

Martha and Sarah laughed out but did as instructed. Each lifted a limb. Webster pushed Hermione back onto the cold marble floor.

He then lowered his head to her slit, licking and sucking at her inflamed flesh. Hermione squirmed and shook all over, especially when his tongue found her little clit.

Martha pulled herself up alongside Hermione and began kissing and sucking gently at her aroused breast flesh. Sarah ran her hand up and down Hermione’s beautifully formed legs, across her stomach and hips. The young witch was beside herself, feeling things she had never experienced or even imagined.

Webster slurped one last time at her puffy slit before rising up to stand on the bench. He reached down to Hermione’s waist and lifted her to his crotch. The Chief Justice then turned around and sat on the edge of the tub, bringing Hermione around to straddle his crotch.

Martha giggled and reached under her to grasp Webster’s cock. He then ran his hands under Hermione’s ass and lifted her as Martha pushed the head to her vestibule. Hermione quickly pushed her knees to the edge of the tub to relieve the pain it was causing her. But she soon began rocking down onto his hardened member; her arms wrapped tightly around the man, gasping and grunting against the pain it was causing her.

Soon Hermione was humping down hard onto his swollen cock. Webster, though, was not at all pleased. He stood up and pulled Hermione down to the marble steps at the tubs entrance. Turning her around, he pushed Hermione down on her all fours and came up behind her. As his left hand grasped the witch’s waist, his right hand lifted his cock to her tight cunt. After he pushed it into her, he moved his right hand to her waist and began pushing deeply into her.

Hermione again screamed out as he pounded away relentlessly at her crushingly tight pussy. Sarah and Martha began running their hands all over the young witch, squeezing her hanging breasts and relishing the feel of her tight, youthful flesh.

Webster stiffened when he climaxed, pushing his cock one last time into Hermione, feeling the last of his cum squirt deep inside the girl. She slumped forward, laying her head on her forearm; her ass perched high in the air, held in place by Webster’s stiff organ.

The man held her butt firmly against his crotch for some long seconds more, totally captivated by the feeling of his softening meat held against her hot inner heat. He finally relaxed and his organ smacked out of the youthful witch.

Hermione collapsed and lay gasping for air for long minutes.

Webster walked back to the bench and sat down, the bubbling water again caressing his body. He closed his eyes and soon felt Sarah come up along side him, rubbing his arms and laying her head upon his shoulder.

But Sarah again brought the man back to his senses some seconds later. She lifted a finger and pointed toward where Hermione still lay. After she had rolled over onto her back, Martha affixed her mouth to the young witch’s cunt, sucking and licking at the juices spilling out of her.

Sarah giggled and kissed her boss on his cheek. “Looks like we know who to call for cleanup duty,” Webster said with a large grin.

Martha soon helped Hermione back into the tub of bubbling water. Webster held out his hand and sat her down next to him. She laid her head against his shoulder and soon went to sleep. He couldn’t help but smile broadly at the other two witches.

“Looks like she needed that,” Martha replied.

Sarah grinned and giggled, nodding her head in agreement.

All four tilted their heads back and spent some thirty minutes more in the large bubbling tub without moving.

Hermione was the first to lift her head and come back to total consciousness.

Webster soon followed. “So? How did your expedition go?” Webster asked.

“Exactly as planned,” said Hermione, looking around the Chief Justice to the redhead sitting on the other side. “Sarah, tell His Lordship what you found.”

“Sir,” she began. “The Court Clerk’s Office is next to Hermione’s. From what we’ve ascertained, the former clerk, Gloria D. Riley, left a memorandum addressed to the next seated clerk. She explained that she had performed her duties until the time came for her to retire, and from the dated memorandum that was about three years ago. For over seventeen years, she continued to record and number the cases filed with the court on an open docket. She referred to it as an open docket as no initial hearing date was ever entered.”

“And about how many cases had been filed over those seventeen years?” Webster asked.

“There are a little over two hundred cases on it, Your Lordship. Hermione and I counted sixty-four cases not yet entered, which had been put in the clerk’s inbox after she retired. However, Miss Riley left a wonderful accounting of those cases and had posted her own comments on a separate, rather lengthy memo. From her empirical point of view, she believed over three-quarters of the cases to be frivolous and would most likely be pulled by the complainants once a new justice took office,” Sarah concluded.

“So, that would leave us with?” Webster asked, looking like he was doing the calculations in his head.

“Approximately seventy cases, Your Lordship,” Hermione quickly pointed out. “That includes the sixty-four which have not yet been posted to the docket, if seventy-five percent of them are also frivolous, of course, which we are assuming.”

“Very good,” he said. “Then that’s not much of a burden for a court with one justice. If only about seventy cases would be filed over a twenty-year period. That wouldn’t even be four cases a year.”

“That’s about right,” Hermione continued. “Though, that’s only the civil docket. Miss Riley left a memorandum stating that Minister Cornelius Fudge had removed the criminal docket from the court soon after he took office. As we were unable to find it, we must assume the docket and the case files are still at the Ministry.”

“I’ll talk to Professor Dumbledore about that as soon as he returns. Thank you both for looking into that. I feel darned relieved over those numbers. Of course, the real question is if our Miss Riley was correct about the number of frivolous cases. What sort of civil cases are we talking about?” he asked, looking at Sarah.

“Complaints over the infringement of copyrighted patents; disputes over charters; damage resulting from negligence or the violation of magical law; and, a large number of small tort claims. That pretty much seems to be the largest part of the civil docket from what I saw,” Sarah said.

“Okay, then tomorrow morning Sarah, why don’t you and I sit down in your office and figure out the first cases we will call. I informed everyone we would begin hearing cases in about three weeks and if they had filed cases they now wished to withdraw, we would give them two weeks to do that, without prejudice. So, with that said, it looks like you and I will have about two weeks to see how many of those thought to be frivolous will be removed from the open docket so we can then get down to some serious work. What do you think about that?” he asked her.

“Sounds great to me, Your Lordship,” Sarah replied.

“Okay then, I don’t know about you girls but I’m about ready to get some sleep. This hot tub has drained every last bit of strength out of me. But first, I thank you three for helping me deal with the emotional highs I’ve been on since I put this ring on. Truthfully, I was not like this in my other life. I was pretty much a reserved guy,” he admitted to the three.

Each of them smiled and reached out to touch him as he walked up out of the tub. They followed him and helped dry each other off with large white towels. The three girls quickly dressed again. Webster grabbed one of the large terry cloth robes and wrapped it around him. The girls left his bedroom, and he shortly collapsed across his huge bed. Within seconds, he was fast asleep.