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  Harry gives Rita what she asked for and then some.

  -x-X-x- Ultimately, it was never really iion, was it? Of course Rita Skeeter was willing to get dirty food story. Lig her lips, the sensationalist viper of a journalist smirks as she reaches up and unbuttons the first two buttons on her blouse. “Well now, Harry. Why didn’t you just say so? Bedding the Boy-Who-Lived and g his virginity… why, that’s a story in and of itself~” Harry tilts his head to the side, sidering that for a moment before deg… sure, Rita could tinue believing he was a virgin if it made her feel better. Of course, her words probably should have worried him. But if all went acc to pn, he would have Rita Skeeter ed around his finger soon enough. Or perhaps more accurately, ed around his dibsp;“Mm… that said, it DOES depend oory, Harry.” Reag up, Rita cups her chest and gives it a good lift, showing off hints of her bra and cleavage as she winks at him. “This body doesn’t e cheap, after all.” It should be said… the blonde wasn’t an unattractive witch. Perhaps she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, sure… hell, she wasn’t even close to the most beautiful woman in Hogwarts. But Rita wasn’t ugly. She had a certain degree of sex appeal to her. Physically, anyways. Personality-wise, she was the trashiest piece of pond scum that Harry had ever met. That also wouldn’t be a problem if all went acc to pn, however. Harry was more tha with reprehensible people after all. Case in point, the literal psychotic murderer currently masquerading as his pet dog. That said, Rita wanted a story? Harry siders that for a moment. He siders what he should give her for this first iion in order to keep her ing baore. There’s been an awful lot of bullshit here at Hogwarts these past four years. Quite a lot of it ters around him too. Or around Dumbledore. Or around them both. Hmm… maybe he should start with the earliest then. Smirking at Rita, Harry rolls his shoulders and then pulls off his robe, folding it up aing aside. “Tell me, Ms. Skeeter… were you aware that a certain artifact of no small power was secreted away here at Hogwarts during my First Year? It was an artifact so powerful that Voldemort himself made a py for it, endangering the lives of everyone here at Hogwarts.” Rita’s eyes widen at that and though she fli Harry’s use of Voldemort’s name, she also doesn’t hesitate to drop to her hands and khe reporter crawls forward, putting a bit of sway in her hips as she makes her way over to him, a gleam in her gaze now. “Oh… that sounds like a VERY iing story, Harry. Please… tell me more~” … She was turned on by this, wasn’t she? On the one hand, Harry could hardly believe it. Oher hand… it was all too easy to believe that this was the sort of thing that got Rita Skeeter off. Finally arriving in front of him, the blos up on her knees and proceeds to reach for his pants, eagerly extrag his cock from its fines purely of her own volition as she looks up at him expetly. Once she’s stroking his shaft with both hands, Harry tinues on, amused. “I suppose I should start with an even bigger revetion. Yes, Voldemort is still alive. He didn’t die on that Halloween Night but was instead reduced to little more than a shade.” Rita’s breath hitches and she shakes her head, her insatiable curiosity allowio push past his repeated use of the Dark Lord’s name. “How… how is that possible?” Harry just looks at her pointedly until finally she leans forward and takes his co her mouth. Once she’s sug on the first couple inches of his rapidly hardening dick, only then does Harry tinue on with a smile. “That’s a story for aime… and aransa, Rita.” She pauses at that, giving him a put-upon look. But Harry just ughs, waving off her and tinuing on. “We’re talking about my First Year right now. All you really o know is that Voldemort didn’t die. Instead he became something barely alive… something that ended up ing Professor Quirinus Quirrell when he possessed the Professor during the tter’s trip to Albania in 1990.” At hearing that, Rita begins to bob up and down his cock again with musto. The glint in her eyes makes it clear to Harry that she’s filing all of this away in the back of her mind, even if she no longer has her trusty magical quill to do the aking for her. He also tell that all of these little tidbits, like the date and location where Quirrell had met Voldemort’s shade, were even more of a turn on for the voracious, story-hungry reporter. Reag out, Harry runs a hand through Rita’s hair, smirking when she gives him a look. She doesn’t stop him from doing it though, and he doesn’t let her look disce him either. He slides his fihrough her blonde locks as she gurgles on his cock for a few moments, his fully erect size clearly a bit more than she was expeg to have to handle. Unbeknownst to Rita, he’s not just toug her for the sake of toug her. His fingers, as they run through her hair and slide along her scalp, give off little bits of magic. Harry smirks as he stimutes the pleasure ters of Rita’s brain even more than they were already stimuted, fog on making sure that she es to equate sug his cock with no small amount of blissful ecstasy. For his troubles, he’s treated to the sight of the blonde g her thighs together, one of her hands falling from his cock down to between her legs even as she lets out a muffled gasp on his dick. Her eyes flutter for a moment from the pleasure… but then snap open again, looking up at him meaningfully as she begins to slow down a bit. Harry just chuckles and tinues his story, prompting Rita to get right back to sug his cock properly. “Voldemort possessed Quirrell because Quirrell had a position here at Hogwarts. However, the possession wasn’t a perma solution. Voldemort wao return to his full power, to bee truly alive again instead of living in his half-dead state forevermore. Which is where the artifaes into py.” Finally, Rita ’t take it anymore. She pulls back off of his cod looks up at him, narrowing her eyes. “What artifact are we talking about, exactly?” Harry hums at that, his spit-polished cock twitg even as it glistens in the Room of Requirement’s magical light. Then, he gnces over at the nearby bed. “Well now… that will ore, Ms. Skeeter.” Her eyes widen as she follows his gaze… but then in an instant she’s on her feet, wand out… and poi herself. The reporter vanishes her own clothing, stripping naked in an instant, and then vanishes his as well food measure. Harry frowns a bit at the vaguely antagonistic a, but before he take Rita to task for it, she all but THROWS herself onto the bed. Getting on her hands and khe blonde looks back over her shoulder at him, arg her spine and lifting her hips high into the air while also reag bad spreading her pussy lips with two fingers food measure. “Well, Mister Potter? Don’t keep me waiting~” Right. She still thought she was g the great Harry Potter’s virginity, a thought that he had not disabused her of. Smiling, Harry climbs onto the bed as well and grabs Rita by the hips. He siders ag more like a virgin for a moment, maybe fumbling around a bit… but what would be the point? With a grunt, he thrusts into her from behind, not surprised in the least at how WET Rita is. Not just because of his magical stimution of her mind, but also because she’s absurdly turned on by the absolutely delicious scoop he’s currently giving her. Feeding her a story while also drilling her with his cock… Harry hought he’d wind up here, but the lohis goes on, the more fident he is that he’s made the right choice. Rita Skeeter be fashioned into a on in his arsenal. He’s sure of it. Moanih him, Rita shudders as he reaches out and grabs hold of her hair again, yanking her head back. This not only lets him el more magito her mind to make sure this is the best sex she’s ever had, but it also lets him tinue his story. “Here’s where it gets iing, Rita. See, Albus Dumbledore khat Voldemort was after this artifact. He Khat Voldemort wasn’t actually dead.” Rita’s t ches down on his cock all the harder at this test bombshell. “It was the Headmaster’s decision to involve all of Hogwarts in his little game of cat and mouse with Voldemort. He took the artifact that the Dark Lord was after and hid it here at Hogwarts behind several yers of protes. As a result of this, a Troll was led into the castle by Professor Quirrell. Students were nearly killed on a detention into the Forbidden Forest when they caught Quirrell drinking Uni Blood to sustain Voldemort’s possession. Teachers were injured by the very protes they devised in an effort to keep the artifact out of Voldemort’s hands.” As Harry speaks, he feel something building in Rita with every sacious, sdalous word out of his mouth. Until finally, as he says ‘hands’… the blonde spasms, her entire body tensing up before she reaches a mind-blowing, explosive asm. He saw it ing of course… but he still lets his voice take on a note of incredulity as he chuckles down at Rita upon her ing down from her nirvana. “Did you just cum, Ms. Skeeter?” “I… I…” Blushing up a storm, Rita ’t quite meet his eyes. She doesn’t seem to know what to say. Harry just snickers in amusement and gives her ass a smack befoing right back to fug her from behind. She groans, moaning up a storm as he tio use his grip on her hair with his other hand to drive her absolutely wild with pleasure and lust. Shaking his head, Harry doesn’t let up, not even for a moment. Rita tries to say something, but it turns into just another moan as he fucks her hard and fast, pounding into her juicy wet t. Until finally, at long st, he’s about to tip over the edge. Using his grip on her hair, he pulls out of her and swings her around at the st sed. The blonde barely has time to react before his cock is ba her mouth and he’s cumming, her eyes going wide as the first taste of his seed hits her tongue. Having magically charged his semen, Harry knows full well what Rita is tasting right now. It’ll be both mildly addictive and the best thing she’s ever eateing to take part in something from someone more magically powerful than you is always like that for any witch or wizard. And he’s definitely far more magically powerful than Rita fug Skeeter. As such, it’s no wohat she positively guzzles down his cum, swallowing every st drop after that initial taste. Moaning, she drinks his seed like there’s no tomorrow, taking it all in as Harry groans aies his balls dowhroat. For his part, it’s quite the pleasurable experience as well… but he makes sure to keep in mind just who he’s dealing with here. And indeed, as he finishes and pulls back, Rita spends only a moment in a state of euphoria before lig her lips and log her eyes on him. “What… what was the artifact, Harry? What did Voldemort want so badly? What did Dumbledore hide in a school of children?” She sounds desperate. Almost pintive in her request even. She’s damn near begging, and for a moment Harry siders making her actually beg… but no. Today’s meeting is about getting her on the line. o make things TOO hard. “The artifact? Oh… nothing too special. Just the Philosopher’s Stone, created by the great immortal alchemist, Niel.” Rita’s eyes damn near bulge out of her skull at that. One final bombshell on a long list of them. To really drive his point home, Harry leans in close, so his lips are right o Rita’s ear and his every word is sure to give her fresh goosebumps. “And that, Rita… was only my First Year.” “I… I h-have to go. I have to…” Harry pulls back, waving her off. He’s not surprised that she wants to get on this right away. More amusing than anything, really. Rita jures up some fresh clothes for herself and is out the door before he so much as blink. Holy he’s surprised she bothered with the clothes… she likely wele the moment she was out of sight. Either way, Harry just smiles, knowing full well that Rita will e baore. Just one juicy story won’t be enough… not for her. -x-X-x- Inpete Hogwarts: Is Senility to Bme for the Loss of a Legend? It takes everything Harry has not to burst out ughing at the table as he reads the Daily Prophet’s headlihe very m. Boy did Rita work fast. He’s not sure what he expected… for her to actually do any fact cheg or follow up before she ran with his story? Yeah, that just wasn’t Rita Skeeter, now was it? Frankly, the story is… full of inaccuracies and made up bullshit alongside the kernels of truth that Harry fed her. Like for instahe whole thing hinges on the implication that Albus Dumbledore’s inpetence is what caused the Philosopher’s Stoo be destroyed and Nichos and Perenelle’s deaths to be on Dumbledore’s head. But Harry wasirely sure the Fmels were even dead at this point in time. They’d supposedly had enough Elixir for a few more years from what he recalled. The article isn’t sure either… Rita merely leans heavily on the fact that her Fmel was avaible for ent, heh. She also pletely avoids mentioning the Dark Lord in any way. Rather than g that You-Know-Who is half-alive and trying his best to fully e back, Rita has dohe safe thing by repg his presen Harry’s First Year with ‘Dark Forces maniputing Quirinus Quirrell’. He’d half-expected that, of course… but it was still a little disappointing. One of Harry’s hopes had been to ihe idea of Voldemort ing bato the minds of the on citizenry ahead of time via Rita Skeeter. But while she’d certainly seemed to believe him while he was railing her from behind, she’d also apparently sed-guessed whether it was healthy for her reputation or not to start deg Voldemort was still around. As, you win some and you lose some. As Harry sets the neer down, he ’t help but shake his head, still hiding his smile… especially given who he feels approag him. “Mister Potter.” Turning and regarding Professor Minerva Magall, Harry lifts an eyebrow. “Yes, Professor?” “The Headmaster requests your presen his office after breakfast.” “… Of course, Professor.” And there it was. Ooo many things had clearly set Dumbledore’s arm bells ringing. Harry wonders if it was the dog he’d brought back after a jaunt in the Forbidden Forest, or his ge in attitude and personality, or Rita’s test article. Possibly, it was all three. Either way, he makes his to the Headmaster’s Office breakfast is finished, sidering how he’s going to approach his first private iion with Albus Dumbledore in this imeline. Albus was never an evil man by any means… but Harry would be lying if he said he didn’t resent the older wizard for some of his mistakes… -x-X-x- The Patreon Vote: [ ] Be as fht with Albus as possible without giving the game away. 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