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No Way Out(Rita Skeeter from Harry Potter)

Very few members of the Gryffindor Common Room lingered around for too long after hours. Most had gone up to bed to be fully rested for the beginning of examinations tomorrow. A couple of them slumped over books in an attempt to study for their finals.

One Gryffindor student made his way into the Common Room after a secret moonlight stroll with a cute Hufflepuff. The beetle hitching a ride on his shoulder turned very excited about the opportunity which presented itself. She clung to her guest until finding a way to safely land without getting stepped on or sat on or otherwise smashed.

The beetle peered up to locate the fourth year Gryffindor boys dormitory. One would have seen the devious smile across the beetle's face as peculiar it might seem. Little did they know that this little beetle held a big secret. And she was secretly Rita Skeeter, star reporter of the Daily Prophet.

Rita lived by two mantras as a journalist which had been drilled into her head at a very early time. Controversy created cash and sleaze sold, two phrases which drove Rita's journalist endeavors. She knew people would be drawn to the most scandalous words on paper. Regardless of whether they had a strand of truth or not, Rita found herself uncaring about that.

Now she entered the fourth year dormitory where Harry Potter slept. Rita hoped to sneak around and find some incriminating information which could make her career. Everyone loved a hero. Everyone loved even more that a hero had been taken down.

'Let's see what skeletons you have in your closet, Harry.'

Rita risked a lot if she got caught. She practiced sneaking around and making sure she did not get caught. The young man snored away on the bed. The other young men in the dormitory also snored around. They had been blissfully unaware of the beetle who had been poking around.

She moved to the bedside table and suddenly, in a blink of an eye, Rita found herself unable to move. No matter how she struggled in the most agonizing way possible Rita could not detach herself from that position on the table. It was almost like some force immobilized her.

The covers moved and Harry Potter woke up. He slipped his glasses on and looks straight at the beetle on the table.

'For Merlin's sake, don't crush me.'

"What do we have here?"

Those words triggered an automatic flight response in Rita. Only, it would be a lot easier to fly out that open window if Rita had been not trapped. Harry reached over and pushed his finger lightly against the beetle and studied her face.

'It all makes sense now. It makes too much sense. I remember you. You were in the bushes at Christmas. And you were in Hermione's hair at the lake. Yes, Rita, you're smart…but not smart enough."

'Shit!' Rita thought.

"Rita Skeeter, the Daily Prophet's prized journalist, and unregister Animagus. You are in a lot of trouble now, Rita, aren't you?"

Harry cupped her in his hand and placed the beetle on the bed. He went through his trunk and pulled out the wand.

"After last year, I had to make sure no unregistered Animagi were sneaking around. And I found a handy little spell which immobilized anyone who was not what they should have been when they entered my dorm room."

Rita's curiosity spiked, and she wondered about the unregistered Animagus thing. By the sounds of it, it sounded like there was one lurking around Hogwarts last year. Could it have been Sirius Black? Could it have been someone else? Rita needed to know. She needed to know badly about this. This could be a scandal which could send papers flying off of the shelf.

"It's time to see. I hope I remember how to do this properly."

Harry waved his hand and forced Rita to be revealed. Only, her robes ripped off of her body before becoming fully human. A panting, flushed, and quite flustered Rita Skeeter laid on Harry's bed. Her large breasts pressed in a lacy black bra and her panties were ripped at the crotch as well. The tattered remains of her robes laid on the bed. Her glasses busted after being changed. Her stockings remained to her feet as well.

The Boy-Who-Lived gazed at the mature body of the reporter underneath her.

"You know, you look presentable when you don't wear about ten pounds of makeup on her face."

Her soft blonde, if not slightly tangled, curls laid upon her face with her soft blue eyes, elegant looking nose, and rosy red lips. Rita took a second to suck in her breath as Harry Potter eyed her up like a piece of meat.

"It's all a big misunderstanding," Rita begged him. "You….you're a good guy, Harry, you can just let me go."

Harry picked up a pad which dropped to the ground. There had been several notes made, including an interview Rita conducted with Draco Malfoy on the grounds. Harry's lips curled into a growing frown as he looked over every inch of the paper.

"An interesting angle, Rita. I'm unbalanced and dangerous. If I really was, wouldn't you be in big trouble right now?"

Rita knew that article was just giving the people a narrative they can sink their teeth into. Everyone needed a target to blame for everything, why not the person that they praised.

"You're not like that, are you?"

"Am I?"

Harry's eyes locked onto Rita's. That very heavy gaze channeled into hers and Rita could not turn away from him. She could see Harry standing over her in nothing other than a pair of boxer shorts.

"You're the….."

"Lies, Rita, you tell them all of the time. And the Ministry would be very interested to see how you get those little incriminating bits of information, how you get into Ministry Press Conferences where you've been banned. It must be driving them nuts. I wonder how happy Cornelius Fudge would be if I told him."

"You can't!" Rita yelled. "My career will be ruined."

"And you'll go to Azkaban," Harry said. "Hmmm, that would be a shame, wouldn't it?"

Harry didn't seem too displeased with the prospect of Rita going to Azkaban. His eyes raked over her body a few seconds. Rita decided to go all in, to try and get herself out of this situation.

"Please, Harry, you can't tell anyone about this. I'll do anything….anything!"

Those words came out of Rita's mouth. Harry just smiled and grabbed Rita's face. He ran a finger down her cheek with his right hand. His left hand moved down to her flat stomach and came down to the point of her crotch. He cupped her pussy which caused her to jump up on the bed.

"You said anything, didn't you?"

Those eyes flushed over the very second Harry touched Rita through her panties which were already slightly torn. His hands rolled over her body and pulled away from her.

The reporter dropped down onto the bed. Her large bosom heaved the second Harry stood over the top of her and undid his clothes. His top came off, his pants, and he wore nothing other than a pair of silken shorts underneath. He pulled down his shorts to reveal something which blew Rita away.

"That'…that's impossible."

"Too bad that's an exclusive you can't print, Rita. I don't think that I would get a moment's rest if all of the witches knew about this."

Rita did not doubt him for a second. His fingers lightly danced against the crotch of her panties. Rita watched his hard cock swaying against her. The third eye almost hypnotized Rita the closer it edged towards her. She really had to have it in any way possible.

The snap of Rita's bra came off to reveal her breasts. Her nipples stuck out and she could not blame the cool hair. Harry grabbed Rita on the back of her head. She looked at him.

"We shouldn't really do this."

"Maybe not."

Harry kissed Rita very aggressively. The power the young man exhibited made Rita feel helpless. This was not a gentle kiss made of love, not that Rita knew anything about that. This was power and control personified. Harry had Rita in the palm of his hand. His fingers digging in and his tongue shoving into her mouth.

The Boy-Who-Lived parted the mouth of the older woman. She knew the consequences of going against Harry now. Her nails raked against his flesh to encourage his deep kissing. Harry penetrated her mouth deeper. Her large breasts smashed against his muscular chest.

"You know what comes next, don't you?"

Rita closed her eyes and nodded.

"Can I suck you off?"

"Tempting, but no."

Harry raked his finger down Rita's scorching warm slit. Her hips rose up to meet Harry's finger. He pealed her panties off to reveal Rita's warm pussy before him. He felt the inside of it making her chest heave up and down.

"Not as tight as I'm used to. It will have to do to tonight."

Rita wanted details and names. Her question faded the second Harry drove his finger deep inside of her core. Heat pumped from Rita the further Harry penetrated her with his finger. Her hips rolled up to meet Harry's incoming finger as it kept trusting down into her.

"Harry!" Rita squealed. "Harry!"

His name being yelled by this woman as she begged him made Harry feel good. He removed his fingers and watched Rita's pussy rise up and down.

Harry took aggressive control of Rita's clit and rubbed it as hard as possible. Her eyes faded over with a steading heartbeat. Harry's mouth edged closer towards her.

"Would you like to see how dangerous a Parselmouth could be?"

Rita heard legends, stories, and she wanted to verify it first hand. Harry pulled his mouth away from her after teasing going down on Rita's pussy.

"You haven't earned that right. On your hands and knees, and put that ass up in the air where I can see it."

Rita spun around on to the bed and presented herself. Harry took control of her body with increased eagerness. His hands cupped Rita's nipples and gave them a nice squeeze. He enjoyed the feeling of them pressing against his fingertips.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out."

Harry's massive cock touched Rita's entry point. She could not do anything other than accept him. The first few inches pushed into Rita. Tears welled up in her eyes the second Harry pushed inside into her.

"Oh, maybe you're a bit more tight than I thought at first."

Harry placed his hands on Rita's plump backside to give him the leverage needed. He ran them down her back and then grabbed onto her hair, pulling it back. Harry slammed more of his cock inside of her wet cunt.

"FUCK!"

Those screams came from Rita the deeper Harry pushed himself into her. He filled her completely up with his hard cock. The journalist could feel her entire body sizing up. This was so wrong allowing herself to be taken by an underage wizard like this. And he had been around the block a couple of times, at the very least.

Rita wanted to know who had claimed Harry Potter's virginity and who had taught him the ropes. She had to know, there was no question about it.

"Just think, you'll do anything for me. If word gets out what you've been up to, you're so fucked. Even more than I'm fucking you now."

Rita enjoyed the length rammed inside of her pussy. Those balls felt like they kept filling up and bouncing against her. Harry drilled her hard and fast to make her cum even faster. Rita's entire world started to spin around. It was worse when she tried to escape through the Floo at the Ministry when it was busted.

"Show me how much you want my cock."

Harry slapped Rita's juicy rear end to make her quiver underneath him. Twelve inches of mighty cock pierced her body and sized her completely up.

He slowed down the strokes to make Rita hunger for more. The more Harry had Rita driven completely nuts, he sped up one more time. Constant pushes of his rod inside of her sticky canal made Harry size up even more.

Rita's entire body blasted full of stars. Harry pulled her up and then drove himself down into her in the bed. Every time his cock slammed into her, Rita did not know what to make of it. Her toes curled and mouth half opened to drool after Harry's constant drilling of her pussy.

"You're nothing, but a whore who is after the cock of fourteen year old wizards. You want your pussy to be punished, don't you?"

"I'm a dirty slut. I'm a no good lying bitch. The only thing I'm good for is to have your big cock in all of my holes….you're bigger than anything I've had."

"I'm certain you know best, Ms. Skeeter."

Harry slammed into the woman's tightening hot vice. Every inch of her sweet pussy grabbed onto Harry the deeper he pushed inside of her. His balls throbbed the further Harry pushed inside of her. He was getting closer yet to being inside of her.

The moments ticked up as Rita's mind started to run wild. How long had they been at this? Would anyone wake up and see them in this particular position?

The mature woman's body reacted to him. Her pussy soaked all over Harry's hard cock. The Boy-Who-Lived had his fun in taking control of Rita's elegant and perfect body. His balls kept throbbing the deeper he pushed into the woman's moist canal.

"Cum for me again. Cum for me like you mean it."

Rita came hard as possible around Harry's aching tool. He achieved a level of arousal within her that Rita did not think possible.

"I'm so fucked if this gets out."

"Yes," Harry said. "Which is the point. I can get you for attempted line theft."

The reporter really hoped that Harry would be ignorant of that particular law. She was his personal bitch now, until the moment he got sick of her. Rita did not have a hope of getting it.

"You know you're fucked, and yet you can't stop taking my cock inside you. Really interesting how things work out like that. Wouldn't you say, Rita?"

Rita succumbed to her pleasure and to his cock. The forbidden fruit was just too tasty. And she never got to have his cock into her mouth. Harry pulled almost out of her and then slammed back inside of her.

"Going to cum for me one more time, aren't you?"

The sorcerer plunged his massive prick inside of her wet cavern. Rita clenched onto Harry's engorged prick. The evidence of this sorrid affair stuck to the bed. Harry pulled almost out of her and then plunged his hard cock inside of her body.

"Yes, show me what a glorified slut you are!"

The wizard pushed himself into Rita's tightening pussy. She reprimanded herself for how careless she was. The rest of Rita's life would have been destroyed thanks to this little misstep.

"You're now mine."

Harry fired his cum inside of her body. Rita really hoped the contraceptive would be strong enough. If Harry impregnated her, than it would be another weapon he could hang over her head. His warm sticky cum splattered inside of Rita's warm pussy.

Rita collapsed down on the bed after Harry finished off into her. He rode her all the way to his climax and hers as well. His cum spilled into the body of the reporter. Harry smiled after pulling out and leaned into her.

"I believe we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other, Rita."

Despite herself, Rita reacted to this implication. Everything which went wrong tonight did, and yet, Rita could not feel too mad despite how wells he felt.

Harry smiled. Sometimes a good hate fuck really did clear the mind.

End.

Next Chapter: July 14th, 2017.