Evil is Sexy
On Harry's introduction to the Wizarding World, he was suddenly taken away from Hagrid after he was convinced to allow someone by the name of Rita Skeeter to be his guide to the Wizarding World. However, he just didn't know how much his life would change because of that. Rita Skeeter certainly wasn't complaining, not at all, afterall, she did get a new toy to play with. [Harry x Rita Skeeter]
Note (1) - This has been uploaded to my A03 account; UnknownEnforcer
This story is a heavy M rating. There will be sexual themes, underaged themes and stuff like that. If any of that disturbs you, then please DO NOT read. Or, if you have a severe problem with it, then please notify me via PM's, and if I recieve enough of them, I will take it down!
Pairing; Harry Potter x Rita Skeeter. More Rita pairings to come later on!
Chapter 1
On a rather brisk morning in London, or more specifically, in Diagon Alley, hidden from the view of the muggle world, a particularly nasty witch was going about her day as per any other day.
This witch was the rather infamous Rita Skeeter, the middle aged woman who was equally feared, yet also deeply hated by many. She was someone who was well known to be both very nasty when it came to her writings for the newspaper company; The Daily Prophet, and for someone that could easily end one person's livelihood in one fell swoop, with a nasty piece of writing that thousands read on the daily.
In her writings, it was always to be taken with a grain of salt - possibly two - because it was her style to take certain quotes of what she got in an interview, and absolutely spin them to her desires, either creating a damning piece of news that destroyed or tarnished someone, or with the correct bribe, she would write the best piece for them.
However, she always got away with it, because she had built up this reputation of poison filled words that many witches and wizards took to heart, and that in-turn, had made the people that she slandered very scared to publicly oust.
But, why would she care about the livelihood, and possible reputations of those that she slandered and ridiculed with her poison laced words?
She was but a simple journalist, living her life day by day, she didn't care about any of that. All that she cared about was getting the biggest scoop of the day, and getting a few bribes here and there to prevent such information from getting leaked.
After all, she had the Malfoy family in her back pocket, from a nasty little tidbit of crucial information that she 'discovered' when she 'explored' the Malfoy Manor. And this information would forever tarnish that very family if it got out to the general public, for they had many, many illegal dark artifacts that could lead them to spending their very lives in Azkaban.
However, what Rita didn't know was that today would change her life, and it would be absolutely delicious for her to relish in.
Because on this particular day, she would sway and corrupt none other than the 'Boy Who Lived', and having him in her back pocket, it would bring her so much more than she could ever desire. Whether that be money, power or protection.
But most of all, she would get a cute little toy that she could use and abuse for whatever her desires wanted her to.
And she was a nasty woman when it came to her desires. She learnt from her own teacher, and you know what they say; 'You always learn from the best'.
Strutting down the cobblestone path like she owned the entire place, Rita held her head high and nose pointed up the sky slightly as she made her way down the path, en route to the main path of Diagon Alley.
As the few people that were out on this particular path gave her a wide berth due to fear, she couldn't help but give a slight arrogant smirk to grace her beautiful face. A smirk that displayed her highly valuable three golden teeth that glittered in the light.
She hummed to herself as she spotted a particularly handsome man walk along the very edge of the footpath by a shop that didn't even have the right to spoken off in her eyes, and to make matters worse, she saw him accompanied by a painfully average looking witch that was clutching at his hand, and her rather nasty pale skin seemingly got even brighter when she spotted her.
However, her eyes caught the gleam of the rings that they both wore upon their ring fingers, signifying to her that they were either engaged or married.
Letting loose a rather seductive smile that made the handsome man to nearly do a double take, Rita lowered her jewelled spectacles further down her nose, she gave a rather saucy wink to the man, before wording to him, 'Hey, sexy~' , before placing her other hand to her hip, and made sure to cocked it out, and gave her ass a small wiggle to entice that man.
It was clear that it worked, as a small, but painfully obvious blush made its way onto the man's cheeks as he quickly tore his gaze away from her. However, sadly for him, his painfully average fiance or wife spotted that infringement, and she rightly slapped him across the shoulder, sending him a smoldering glare that meant he was in certain trouble.
With her small bout of chaos done for this particular person, she couldn't help but cackle lightly when she saw the man get pulled away by his ear by an extremely angry wife or fiance.
"Ah~ Still got it~" She muttered to herself, her small chuckles dying down as she made her way underneath an underpass, and soon enough, she was nearing the main path of Diagon Alley, where she could already here the multitude of people mingling about, going by their poor, pathetic lives.
However, just before she made her way into the main path, she couldn't help but notice her reflection in a mirror that was being displayed in one of the windows of a rickety old building that looked like a simple breeze would blow it all down.
Turning to face the reflection she couldn't help but marvel at her own beautiful appearance, because staring right back at her was the most beautiful person in the entire world; herself.
"Ah, what a sexy bitch I see right here." She murmured to herself, gently brushing a stray piece of blonde hair out of her way as she continued to marvel at her own appearance.
With her blonde hair set in elaborate curls that contrasted with her face, the curls themselves were curiously rigid, thanks to an expensive brand of hairspray that only the richest could use. Her jewelled spectacles that were studded with rhinestones glinted as the sunlight fell down upon her, and her pencilled-on eyebrows were perfectly set, and at just the correct height and width.
Her bright scarlet painted fingernails were sharpened to nearly match the like of claws or talons from a majestic eagle, and they heavily contrasted against not only her delectable pale skin tone, but also the green leathered, skin tight robes that were lined with maroon furs around the collar and sleeves that perfectly accentuated her curves, and her EE-cup breasts.
As she continued to gaze at her own reflection she couldn't help but send herself a saucy wink and a lustful purr as she blew a slight kiss at her own reflection from her ruby red lips.
Not to sound too full of herself, but even seeing her own reflection was enough for her to feel tingles of pleasure, as she felt her own cunt moisten.
In her mind, she was perfect. She was the person that every single mediocre Witch and Wizard should look up to. In her twisted mind, she was their Goddess, and it made her smile, knowing that she did indeed have a few special women that already did that when she visited them after their husbands continue to neglect their needs - in favor of trying to please her by any means necessary, whether it be sexual intercourse, which always left her unsatisfied, or they try to win her over with a large sum of money - and she was the one that they begged to visit them to satiate those needs, and at the end of the night, they would always be screaming her name to the high heavens.
However, her narcissistic tendencies were quickly cut off, as she managed to hear something that caught her attention.
"Is that the Boy Who Lived?" A woman's voice asked as she walked by where Rita was standing without even seeing her.
"What's he doing with that… thing?" A man's voice spoke out, spitting out the word 'thing' as if it was a deadly poison.
Unable to hide her curiosity, Rita tore her attention away from the mirror, which was something that she didn't like to do, but to her, this was a perfect reason to, she had heard that the Boy Who Lived was spotted, and from what she could hear, was awfully close by.
And, without even trying, Rita was able to spot a large, hulking man that absolutely towered over everyone in sight, and Rita was able to say with full confidence that it was Hagrid, with his scraggly and unkempt beard and all, and it looked like he was looking down to someone.
Following where Hagrid's gaze was, her eyes landed upon the 'Boy Who Lived', and she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of Harry Potter.
He looked so small… so frail, but his rather moppish black hair covered his all too famous scar with relative ease, and the sight of those bottle-green eyes that were hidden behind a pair of glasses was enough to make her shiver.
She was about to go about her day, doing whatever that fancied her the most at the minute, however, her brain just wouldn't stop rattling and showing her some… delicious images, and they all revolved around Harry Potter.
She imagined herself, being surrounded by an abundance of riches from the Potter vault, she imagined herself standing tall and proud, above everyone else, with them all looking up to her adoringly.
And all thoughts and mental images conjured up were all thanks to the possibility of having Harry Potter completely under her heel. And she knew just the way to do it.
Letting loose a rather nasty looking grin that made her gold teeth gleam under the sunlight, she quickly looked herself over, before quickly patting herself down, getting rid of any dirt or grime that might've fell onto her clothing, and she started sauntering towards Hagrid and Harry Potter, making sure to put a captivating sway to her hips to make sure that their eyes remained glued onto her, and her perfect body.
"Ah, Hagrid~" She called out, garnering the attention of the large, lumbering giant, who looked like he froze on the spot upon hearing her voice.
"Ah! Miss. Skeeter." Hagrid spoke out rather cheerfully as he gazed at the woman, and Rita had to roll her eyes with how naive Hagrid truly was, "How are ya' this fine mornin'? He asked her..
Rita placed a hand upon her chest, before taking a false step back, "Oh, why Hagrid, I am simply doing amazing this morning." Rita spoke out, fanning herself with one of her hands, then, she brought her attention towards Harry Potter, who was looking up at her, with confusion clear in his bottle-green eyes, "Oh my~ Is this Harry Potter?"
"Indeed! We were just doin' some supply shoppin', he starts Hogwart's this year!" Hagrid announced to her, getting her to gain a small gleam in her eye, however, with Hagrid not being the brightest tool in the shed, didn't even see the gleam, "'Arry, meet Rita Skeeter, a Journalist for The Daily Prophet."
"H-hello, Ma'am… nice to meet you." Harry shyly greeted out, keeping his gaze low as he stuck his hand out.
Rita knelt down closer to Harry's level, before she returned his gesture, "The pleasure is all mine, Harry." She murmured out, flashing a little wink at him that caused him to flush slightly, "Aren't you just a precious thing."
Harry seemed to flush even more with Rita's complement as he quickly managed to slip out of that gesture and bring his hands to his sides.
Rita was about to continue on, however, Hagrid did it for her, and in doing so, opened up a doorway into her entire plan to get Harry underneath her heels.
"Blimey!" Hagrid yelled out, looking at a small - in comparison to him - pocketwatch, and his eyes widened when he noticed the time, "Listen, 'arry, we got to be quick, I'll be needin' to get something for Professor Dumbledore."
Seeing her chance open up right in front of her, Rita took advantage of the situation, standing back up to her full height - which was still nowhere near Hagrid's height - and she gently trailed her well manicured fingernail across Hagrid's large coat, "Well… I can always help dear Harry here."
"B-but, Professor Dumbledore-"
Hagrid was quickly stopped when Rita stepped up on her tippy toes - somehow balancing herself wearing some rather mean looking high heels - and placed her delicate finger to his chapped lips, "Ah, ah~" She cooed out, "Please, it'll be a win-win for the both of you. You can get the necessary things for Albus, and I will help Harry get his school supplies." Rita explained to Hagrid, before her lips ran across her lips once more before a grin came upon her face, "It'll kill two birds with one stone."
Hagrid stood there for a few moments, his eyes glossing over slightly, however, after a few moments of contemplation on his end, he finally relented, "Alright then…" Looking down towards Harry, he flashed him an apologetic smile, "Sorry, 'arry. I'll be leaving you with Rita, do behave for her, and give her your shoppin' list so it will be easier."
Harry merely nodded his head, looking up at Rita with a little bit of nervousness clear in his eyes.
Looking towards Rita once again, Hagrid gave her a small nod, "Thank you, once again, I am sorry to burden you with this." He apologised.
However, Rita merely waved him off, giving him a rather disarming smile, "Don't worry, Hagrid. It's fine, you do your job, and I'll do this one."
Nodding his head, Hagrid once more gave an apologetic look towards Harry, before he started to walk off in the opposite direction, leaving Harry and Rita all alone.
"Well, Harry, let's get started, shall we?" Rita asked, allowing a rather charming smile to grace her face once again as she brought her hand down.
"Y-yes, ma'am." Harry spoke out, before quickly fumbling with the Hogwarts letter in his hand, before placing it in Rita's open hand.
Humming to herself, Rita brought the Hogwarts letter up closer to her face, vague memories of many years ago flashing through her mind when she was a small lass about to start her first year at Hogwarts, and it seemed like that most of the supplies needed were the same from back then, "Right, first things first, let's get you fitted with a uniform, as those are always the most tedious things to do."
With that, Rita started to saunter off, and Harry soon realised that Rita wasn't stopping, and that forced him to run to catch up to her.
Although he couldn't see it, Rita was grinning like an absolute mad woman and her eyes were sparkling in glee, and poor little Harry didn't realise that his entire life would be changed drastically after this.
It had been roughly around ten minutes since Rita took Harry away from a busy Hagrid, and so far during that time, Rita had been making small talk to Harry, and she had also been touching him on the body often. It was mostly to gently guide him, or in some cases, for him to pay attention to her when he was too nervous to look up at her.
So, for the past ten minutes or so, Rita had been gently touching Harry on the shoulder, under the chin, on the arm, and sometimes, even on his head as she ruffled his hair around like a proud mother or sibling would do.
And whilst this might seem like a small, friendly gesture, or in some peoples cases, weird and strangely loving gestures, for Rita it served a different purpose; She was slowly getting Harry used to her touch, and making him develop a small craving towards said touch.
The longer that she spent with Harry, the more Rita wanted to make him her little bitch boy, and getting him used to her soft touches, and developing a psychological effect on him to want more touches from her was the first step for her.
Then, she could continue to develop it, and then, when the time was right, all of her hard work would be rewarded with the fortune of the Potter family name, she would have Harry's protection, which was possibly the greatest thing in the Wizarding World to have, and she would have him in her back pocket, and of course, she would be able to use Harry to her own benefit when it came to inside information on Hogwarts or any particular family or Professor.
Just the simple thought of all the rewards was enough to make Rita's cunt moisten in delight.
However, it would be mere minutes later, when Rita finally led Harry to one of the better quality - and reasonably more expensive - robe shops in Diagon Alley for Harry to get his uniform robes, and what Rita will see will cause her to want Harry even more than before.
Harry Potter looked relatively concerned, and had an embarrassed flush on his face as he held his potential new robes in hand. Looking around the room, he could see that there were a few mirrors within the changing room, allowing one to see their reflection from all possible angles.
However, that was not the embarrassing part. The embarrassing part was that Miss Skeeter was in the rather spacious changing room with him, and it was odd for him. Never before had he been in a large, confined room with a girl before, nevertheless someone who was possibly decades older than him, along with someone who had met just recently.
Yet, despite that, Harry couldn't help but feel a stray feeling of warmth and pleasure flow through his body.
Never before had someone been so… friendly and nice to him, and he could still feel those phantom touches and sensations run through his body from where Rita gave those pleasurable touches earlier on.
"Umm… Miss Skeeter." Harry softly spoke out to Rita Skeeter, who seemed to be particularly interested in the reflection that the mirrors were showing, going from the way that she was gently biting her lips, and he swore he could hear her muttering something under her breath, although he wasn't sure with what it was, he did hear the word 'Sexy' multiple times.
"Yes, my dear?" Rita suddenly spoke out, shaking her head and tearing her gaze away from the ever so eye-catching mirrors, and placed her gaze on Harry, "And please, call me Rita. Calling me with such formality makes me feel so old." She added on, placing a hand upon her chest in a mock hurt fashion, 'Although, I will get you to call me something else soon enough~' She thought to herself, subtly rubbing her thighs together as a burning heat started to boil within her.
Afterall, depending on how big Harry was downstairs, it would have a heavy impact on what he was allowed to call her. Anything below par will be sent straight to Goddess, anything average or painfully average will be Mistress, but… if he was large enough for her standards, then he will have the privilege of calling her 'Mommy'... and no one has had that privilege before~
Flushing lightly at that, Harry could only nod meekly, making sure to keep that in mind so he could use that at a later date, "Could…" Harry began, yet, a full blown flush made its way onto his cheeks as he tried his best to convey his wishes, "Could you please leave? So I can get changed?" He finished, quickly adding that on, not wanting to sound too nasty and rude to the nice woman who has been helping him for the past few minutes.
However, much to his detriment, Rita shook her head, "No dear, then how can I tell that those robes are the correct size?" She asked, almost rhetorically, however, when she saw Harry's mouth move to answer her, she quickly placed a finger to his lips, "Harry… women have this ability to know what is the correct size for men's clothing… don't worry your pretty little head about it."
Gulping lightly as Rita pulled her well manicured finger away from his lips, he couldn't help but feel a lot more embarrassment. Quickly looking over at the chairs that were placed just before him, he quickly placed the robes and white button up shirts, and pants down on them, before he quickly started to strip down, his face burning a brilliant shade of red as he stripped down in front of Rita.
As Harry stripped down, Rita couldn't help but lick her lips as her eyes greedily drank in the sight of Harry's near naked young body. And, despite nearly seeing his ribs from how skinny he was when the oversized clothing was off his body, she still found it to be a sight that was definitely worth it.
Then, there was the fact that her eyes were soon drawn to Harry's underwear, which once again seemed to be rather worn, and they nearly came down to his knees, however, it wasn't only that little tidbit that garnered her attention.
Oh no, there was something else entirely, and it looked absolutely delicious, as was seen when Rita licked her lips once more and her eyes sparkled in glee.
Because, currently, she was staring at the pair of boxer briefs that looked incredibly skin-tight, and there was a large bulge being displayed openly.
Now, of course, Rita believed that to be a small design that was made by Muggles - she knew that because no Wizarding store had underwear like that - to make them feel better about themselves downstairs, so she wanted to test that out, to see if Harry was just wearing them to make himself feel better, or if he really did have a basilisk in hiding.
"Harry~" Rita cooed out, hoping to garner Harry's attention.
"Y-yes?" Harry squeaked out, his attention drawn away from his clothing momentarily, and he stared directly at Rita Skeeter, who seemed to move and position herself in such a way that was meant to put more emphasis on her lower body.
Then, without any warning, Rita lifted the hem of her bright green robes.
'H-huh!?' Harry yelped out mentally, unable to tear his gaze away from Rita's body, or more appropriately; her pussy. Which was neatly trimmed to perfection, and had a moderately large clit piercing that looked to be made of pure diamond that sparkled alluringly underneath the lighting of the changing room, and her pussy was glistening in her own juices, in which a few visible lines could be seen gently running down her thighs, and just above her neatly trimmed bush, there was a small inked tattoo that read 'Goddess', which was written in neat, cursive writing.
Despite only being eleven years of age, Harry was unable to stop his raging hormones, which caused him to flush in embarrassment as lots of blood ran down to his crotch, in which caused his freakishly large penis to awaken from its slumber and to push against the already tight fabric, and in the momentary silence, Harry could swear to himself that he heard the fabric of his underwear moaning and groaning underneath his massive penis.
The only reason in why Harry called his penis freakishly large and unnatural, was because of the Sex Education classes that he had to fight through in school, was because he was taught that the average penis size for a fully grown man was six inches at best.
His penis, the other hand, was a near goliath nine inches! And it was even more scary for Harry because he still had growing to do, and he feared what it could develop into when he grew older and his body became more healthy.
"Mmm~" He heard Rita coo out, causing him to tear his gaze away from her pristine pussy and towards her face, and he nearly did a double take when he noticed that she was licking her lips, "Mama likey~ Very much~"
Without even giving time for Harry to even think, Rita was suddenly up in his personal space, gently running her fingernails underneath his chin, "You are a very big boy, Harry." She spoke out, before bringing her face extraordinarily close to Harry's ear, "I like that… you have the largest cock that I have ever seen."
As she pulled away from Harry, she gently blew in his ear, getting pleasurable tingles to race up and down his spine, and much to his embarrassment, it caused his cock to twitch in his underwear.
"Now, since you are the biggest boy I've had the pleasure of seeing, you get to call me Mommy~"
"M-Mommy?" Harry questioned, and whilst it looked like he was getting a little riled up and uncomfortable, there was a hint of hope in his voice as that word left his mouth.
Hearing that, Rita couldn't help but smile at him, now, she knew that he wanted a Mommy, like every good little boy or girl does, and she was going to manipulate that to her liking, "Yes, dear." Rita said, before her hands gently traced up her robes, and she kept Harry's eyes drawn to her hands as they traced around her breasts, "And, do you know what mother's do for their little boys?"
Unable to form words at this point as Harry was positively charmed beyond his wits as he watched as Rita slowly teased herself, gently running her hands across her clothed body, and deep within Harry's mind, there were wishes that Rita would simply take off her robes.
Seeing the look that Harry had on his face, Rita couldn't help but give a playful titter as she slowly sauntered up towards Harry once again, and this time, she placed her knee just underneath his large monolith of a cock, and gently brushed up against it, where she could feel the heat of his cock, and she could even feel his sizeable testicles absolutely churning with his cum.
"They get to see their mothers tits of course." Rita said, giving a saucy little wink towards Harry, whose eyes widened proportionally at hearing that.
With that, Rita slowly and teasingly started undoing the buttons on her bright green robes, making sure to put some extra sway into her hips that caused a near hypnotic effect for poor Harry, as his mind was in two different states, one of which, wanted to watch Rita undress, and the other, just wanted to stare at her beautiful curves.
As the top few buttons of Rita's bright green robes fell, Harry was able to see the hints of her cleavage spill out, in the form of some glorious side boob, then Rita shook her body, which caused her large, perky breasts to eventually push away at her robes, and in doing so, allowed her breasts to fall free.
Despite being middle-aged and getting on in her years, Rita's breasts did not hold a single ounce of sag, in fact, they looked to be perkier than what was considered normal, and Harry's attention was drawn to her light pink areolas and nipples, and he could see that she had gotten them pierced as well, with diamond studded nipple bars - that was also made of pure gold - and seemed to be nearly half the size of her nipples themselves.
"Wow…" Harry muttered out, his eyes absolutely drawn to those magnificent mounds of flesh, and the small gleams from the diamond studs didn't bother him that much.
"Want to touch them?" Rita questioned, gently cupping her EE-cup breasts and giving them a small jiggle.
"Uh… yeah." Harry spoke out, quickly shaking his head and wiping some drool away from his lips as he looked desperately up to Rita, his eyes clearly conveying how much he wanted to touch them.
Giving a small smile, Rita made her way over towards Harry, and just as he thought that Rita would be giving him the privilege to touch them, she suddenly pulled back, "Only if-" She said, before gently rubbing her hand along the underside of his cock, "-I can take you back to my place tonight~"
Whimpering, mainly at the sensation of his cock being touched, Harry couldn't help but to agree with Rita, "Please…" He begged out.
"Please, what?" Rita teased, gently licking the side of his cheek as she leaned down closer to Harry's height.
"Please… Mommy." Harry relented, having remembered what Rita said about being called 'Mommy'.
"Well, just because you asked so nicely." Rita said, pulling away once more and gently pinching Harry's cheek, "Be prepared, Harry. Because it is going to be a long, pleasurable night."
With that said, Rita gave a quick glance over Harry's shoulder, and looked at the reflection of the mirror, and once again, she licked her lips as one hand came down and grabbed Harry's ass, and she couldn't help but moan at how soft it felt underneath her fingers.
"Oh yes, pleasurable and… fulfilling indeed."
END CHAPTER
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