Crazy trouble with love part 6

Rita and Harry

Series: Harry Potter

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-Daily Prophet-

Rita Skeeter was currently downing a cup of coffee while rubbing her head feeling a headache coming on. "Damn it, nothing."

The reason for her headache? She doesn't have any new scoops or ideas as of late, and well...it's taxing for her wellbeing. Her readers needed new articles and fast, but coming up with nothing was driving her nuts!

"Let's see...dragon vs Albus, no that's not action packed. Um, the dark lord is gay? No that's just average." She muttered while listing random ideas. "Oh...no no, Fudges sexuality is last years news."

She groaned while drinking more coffee. "Damn it! If I can't make an article with real info and make it interesting than I won't get paid this month." 'And I need to pay the rent this week too!'

As she thought about a story, someone threw a newspaper into the room.

"Free newspaper." Spoke a employee before closing the door.

She groaned. 'I really hate that free newspaper stuff.' She then noticed that the title was called Boy who lived or messed up child? "Oh right, I made the title for this one...which is kinda stupid now that I'm recalling it." 'I didn't even get paid for it.'

That's when a lightbulb clicked in her head.

"Wait, that's it! I'll write a story on Harry Potter! And that girl's deal been off for two years now so I don't have to worry about her ruining my creative talents!" She grinned before the light bulb broke. "But what should be the fiber of this story?"

She tapped her fingers on the desk. 'Hmm, I'll just have to go on what I can hear when I see him.' She got up before using apparition and vanished into nothingness.

(Elsewhere)

Harry looked up at the ceiling of his room in the Black estate while going over things in his head. He just won against Voldemort again, but he lost his godfather in the process. He felt like he lost a man similar to an uncle and it had been hard, but being in the Black estate made it feel like he at least had something to hold onto to keep him in his heart.

Plus it was better than being stuck with his aunt and uncle.

He sighed. "This is too depressing, maybe a new paint color might help with the mood?" he sat up while not knowing a small beetle flew in through the window.

Said beetle looked like a blueish gray stink bug, but a little bigger than the normal variety. "Bzzz."

He looked down while feeling a tear pop up before wiping it away. "Why did this have to happen? I know Sirius helped me and my friends, but...why did he have to go?"

The beetle buzzed a little while flying around the room. It then landed on his shirt and buzzed a little.

He looked at it with a sad smile. "Oh, hello little bug."

The beetle looked at him while he carefully picked it up.

"Sorry about this." He said before moving towards the window. "But it's either this or using a book on you, so go on, fly away little one."

"Bzz."

"Go on, fly off."

"Bzzz." It stayed there while looking at him.

Harry sighed. "Great, now I have an insect to take care off. Oh well, it's better than taking care of Dudley when he gets sick….which always results in me getting sick for days." He looked down at that while instinctively rubbing his sides. 'I can still feel the kicks even now.'

Rita noticed the rubbing and noted that in her head. 'Is he suffering internal damage from the rumors of him fighting Voldemort at the ministry? That might be a good way to catch the reader's attention.'

He looked at the beetle. "You know, you look kinda cute….for a stink bug." He then walked back to the bed and sat down. "Which is something better than idiot boy or whore child. But that's just me."

'Whore child? Who called him that and where can I cite it?'

"Honestly without Ron and Hermione around I'm desperate to talk to anyone, even if it is a bug." He sighed. "But Dumbledore said that interactions would make the pain worse."

"Bzzz."

"I know it's stupid, but he's wiser than me and...kinda like a grandfather I never knew." Harry sighed before turning on his side. 'Now if only they reply to some of my letters.'

"Bzzz." The beetle buzzed while flying towards the bed and landed on the sheets.

"I know you don't know what happened, but I lost my godfather recently, it…..it's hard." He admitted. "First I learn my parents died from Voldemort, then Cedric gets killed by him and then Sirius dies. It's like everything that tries to get close to me dies."

'Hmm, hearing about that Cedric fellow was big, but the ministry didn't mention anything about Voldemort, probably to keep all of us in the dark.'

"Maybe I should try killing myself again." He sighed. "I mean I've been surviving this long, but why keep on living if people I care for dies all around me?"

'Oh no, the headlines. Boy who lived, dead by his own hands.' Rita thought with dread. She flew over and landed on the pillow while seeing a few tears in his eyes.

"Ever since I found out about the magical world I figured 'Hey, now I can do amazing things and have a real life' but it was one near death experience after the other. It's like I'm no closer to the end of this all then when I started. Who's next? Hermione? Ron? Dumbledore? Or all at the same time? Sometimes I feel like taking the easy way out is the better option." He sighed while looking very depressed. "But I just can't do it….not unless someone does it for me. But….I just can't deal with all this death and pain. I get it I'm the 'boy who lived' but I never did anything like those books tell them, I never had a good childhood, and….I'm not the hero people believe in. I'm just a boy with no family and no talents besides getting lucky."

"Bzzz." 'Good lord, I didn't imagine Harry Potter could feel like this. I just figured he liked being modest and hated too much paparazzi, but he's actually suffering from depression and suicidal thoughts.'

Harry looked at the window and sniffled. "You're lucky, you don't have to kill dark lords or use magic. You just have to fly around, stinking up people that hurt you and eat cabbage leaves."

'Ok that's kinda pushing it with the stink part.' "Bzzz."

He turned on his stomach. "Oh well, not all of us can be bugs. What I wouldn't give to be a simple bumble bee."

'Oh...damn it! I can't just put this all in my article, if I leave him alone he might do something extreme, then I'll live with the guilt of knowing I could have said something.' She thought before hearing something that got her brain working into overdrive.

"I wonder if bees like flowers because they hold baby seeds?" He said to himself. "I mean isn't that what they do? Take baby seeds to make babies?"

'Wait, doesn't he understand a thing about pollination? That's not what they do at all.'

"Oh well." He said with a sigh. "Maybe it's different with different creatures. Like people taking babies out of cabbage patches?"

'...did he even learn about the birds and the bees?' she pondered while scuttling around a little. 'At his age it should have been told already.'

Harry closed his eyes. "I'll just take a nap, hope you fly out little bug." 'And away from me.'

Rita watched him and now felt beyond a doubt conflicted on what to do. She could just fly off and leave him to die from some self inflicted spell, but she didn't want to be the one that let a child die. Afterall, she wasn't that cold hearted. She moved away before taking her real form and sighed. 'I've written things to get the reader's attention for years, but….oh bloody hell! I can't let him think he's alone, I'm just gonna have to take a risk and see where it lands me.'

That's when she got an idea and smirked.

'Wait….if he's not educated with sexual activities. Then I'll show him the works, I maybe rusty but I know how to pop a few cherry's.' she moved over near him and gently tapped him on the arm.

"Uh...huh?" Harry said in confusion. "Dobby?"

"Nope, it's your friendly reporter." she smiled making him go wide eyed and sit up quickly.

"Rita Skeeter?! What...what are you doing in my house?"

"Oh just looking for stories." She smiled. "And as for how I got in here, it's a secret."

He glared at her before holding his wand up to her face with a scowl. "Either tell me, or get out, because right now I'm not in the mood."

"Easy there Harry, I'm not going to do a thing." she held her hands up.

"Except twist my words around like in all those bloody lies in your article."

"Hey I twisted the words around a little. It's not my fault that the readers misinterpreted them in a negative manner." she saw him jab the tip closer and eased back. "Besides, I don't think you do want me to leave, at least not yet."

"I'm warning you, leave or I might hex you with….a vomiting slug curse." 'Sorry Ron, but that curse was funny and a good way to get people like her away from me.'

"Ok ok, I'll make it brief. I...might have heard what you said."

He went wide eyed. "You heard….everything?"

"Every word of it." she nodded before he moved the wand back slightly before jabbing it in her face.

"You were listening in." he scowled with a cold look in his eyes. "You were outside somehow and heard it all for your goddamn article!"

"Wait!" she gulped. "I admit, I DID come here to try and find some big scoop considering what happened at the ministry."

He pushed the wand closer to her face. "Exp-"

"WAIT!" she grabbed it and took a deep breath. "But when I heard it, all of it, I started to have second thoughts."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You had second thoughts? That's a first."

"I know, and you have every right to be mad at me, and hex me, and lord knows call the aurors, BUT! But, I can help you, I can help listen to everything that's been bugging you. I know it sounds crazy, tell a reporter your deepest thoughts and trust her not to twist it around, but look." she pulled out her quill and put it down. "No quill, no notes whatsoever, all of this is off the record."

"And how do I know you don't have extra quills or oh I don't know, blood quills."

"What?! Look, I don't use that kind of magic. And how did you even know about that?"

"Dolores used one on me."

"The teacher for defense against the dark arts? I heard she wasn't liked, but to do that is way too far." muttered Rita to herself.

"Just give me some proof that you aren't going to use me as a pet project."

"Simple." She said with a sigh. "I can teach you something in exchange for me helping you get over your depression. Something that you can mention and ruin my image if you told anyone about, meaning I'd be leaving the fate of my future in your hands."

"And that would be?"

"The birds and the bees."

"Wait...what?"

"You know, the seeds you keep saying." She said. "I know what it really means and a boy your age should know about it by now."

"Wait, that's it? You wanna give me a bloody lesson?"

"Well I don't mean right now, what I mean is give me the chance to listen and talk to you and see if any of that stuff works and helps get the weight off your shoulders."

He blinked while admitting in his head that it might help.

"But if you don't want that, go ahead hex me till doomsday. I mean it's not like I know how bad depression can be." She said with a shrug. "Not like I know the feeling of it ever so often, what with being an adult and having to provide my readers with new and exciting stories with a deadline."

"..." 'Ok now I know somethings up.' He thought while conflicted about what to do next.

'Knowing him, he's either going to trust me or...hex me. Hopefully it's not the later.'

He glared at her and lowered his wand. "Fine, but know this, if I find out your lying-"

"Ok, I can see you'll need a bit extra." she pulled her own wand out and sighed. "I swear on my magic to keep what happens regarding your personal feelings a secret between us, so mote it be."

A wave of magical energy shot out of the wand before circled around and dissipated into mist.

Harry glared at her before sitting on his bed while she sat next to him. "Alright, but when I start, I can't stop."

She nodded. "That's a good sign, and also helps with giving you more positive emotions."

He took a deep breath and began to let everything out.

(Some hours later)

"And that's why I feel like using magic on my aunt and uncle. They are just...pardon my french but fucking bloody assholes."

Rita had been silent and was utterly disgusted and horrified.

He sighed. "After that I kinda stormed on out of there and decided to live here. I mean it's no cupboard but it's better than getting bruised and bloodied on a wim."

"Harry…"

"Yes?" He asked. "You need me to continue clarifying on how I nearly died by a baseball bat to the face or a dog bite to the leg? If so then I can go all day."

"No, no that's enough." she spoke while noting how close she seemed to tears without realizing it.

"Oh, then what is it?" 'Did she get dust in her eyes?'

She scooted closer and surprised him by pulling him into a hug.

He blinked at that while completely shocked at her move. "R-Rita?"

"No child should have to deal with something like that, especially one who's gone through all sorts of dangers since starting school."

"Well it happened." He said while looking away. "I can't really change that, even with magic."

Rita felt her heart stop hearing that.

"It's one disaster after another, maybe that's what my life is meant for." Harry said with a sigh. "To be a walking disaster that can't have anything nice without hurting someone."

"Don't bloody talk like that!" She snapped.

"And why not? It's the truth!" he snapped back.

"That's not true." She glared. "You are just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Your not a walking disaster."

"Oh yeah? Then tell me this, how the hell do I end up fighting the world's darkest wizard in my first year, fight a giant basilisk and nearly die, deal with dementors, get sucked into a dangerous tournament, and now lose my godfather each year?!"

"It's called bad luck." She frowned. "And you aren't the only one with problems you know."

"Like what? Losing a bloody sale?"

Rita twitched at that. "I. Lost. My. Damn. Mother!"

He stopped speaking while seeing her look away.

"If you want to know, I lost her during the dark lord's war on the magical world. She was a simple reporter like me, until she tried using propaganda techniques against him, and he used the unforgivables on her...right in front of me." she spoke with her voice partially cracking. "I was left alive as an example to not go against the death eaters. And...I've tried to avoid them in fear, even now as an adult."

'Oh god...it's almost like me in a way.'

"That's why when my first book became a big time seller...I figured 'hey, maybe if I make interesting stuff up with other people, they'll leave me be' and I kept on going because of the fame and because I was worried if I said even one thing about them, they'd find me and make me suffer before ending me too."

Harry felt his blood run cold hearing that as Rita took a very deep sigh.

"But that's why you shouldn't act like a downer. Because there are people with similar experiences and hardships out there in the world, not just you." she spoke while wiping her eyes. "Sorry if I made things worse, I guess I had to get that out myself."

"Rita…"

"But how do you feel? That's the important thing."

"Um…...a little better." He admitted as the weight on his chest was lighter than before. "Still hurt about my godfathers death but….I don't feel like well...ending my life."

"Good, good, this is something that if you ever feel hit you again, sometimes it helps to talk it out with your most trusted friends, ones who you know can keep it secret."

He sighed while laying on his back. 'Hopefully.'

"And if you feel like this again, just give me a buzz." 'Oh that was a bad pun on my end, at least he doesn't know about my animagus.'

"But I don't know how."

"Just send an owl to my address." She said while causing a card to appear in her hands. "And I'll answer quickly, but not on time. Afterall, I do have a job to maintain."

He looked at it and blinked. "204 Oxford?"

"Don't worry too much about it, just send an owl to that address and who knows," she smiled. "I might change into something more casual."

Harry felt his face heat up hearing that and coughed while looking away while she stood up.

"And you know what? I think I'll change things up with the prophet before giving you the talk, consider it my way of proving I'm sticking with the facts and not some fabricated story."

"O-Ok." He said with a flustered tone.

(A week later)

Harry looked at the newspaper in his hands while feeling a little annoyed. "Really? Fudge is just ignoring Voldemort's return? Ugh, why didn't he get removed?" He then noticed a article titled Harry Potter: Boy who needs love? in big bold words.

"Harry!" spoke Hermione moving over with her own copy in her hands. "Did you just read what Rita Skeeter put?"

"No, you?"

"Not yet, but knowing that woman it's probably some advice on what girls you're into just to see how many go flocking to you." she frowned. "Honestly, that woman needs to learn when to keep her nose out of others business."

"Well, let's read it first, something tells me this might be different."

Hermione groaned before they looked at the article. Only to notice it was about how Harry Potter was a boy, a grieving boy that needs some love and not hate.

"Dear readers, I know for as long as you know me I tend to give you fascinating news and tales, but right now, it's time for a change. It's time I stick with the facts I heard instead of bending them around. After some time to myself, I realized something. I realized that talking about Harry Potter's love life isn't the thing to focus on, the big picture is how all this attention and hero worshipping can lead to a bad thing. I for one think that we shouldn't expect him to be all knowing or powerful because at the end of the day, he's still a student, a child, someone who has to deal with this every year at school. I won't get into any details, but we need to remember we don't put too much pressure on Dumbledore, so why do it to someone who hasn't even graduated? It's good to give our heroes some time to themselves to relax and cool down, especially since this has been going on since his first year. I'm not saying we should show pity for him, lord knows there's numerous people who have done that to death, but maybe take a moment and realize that him wanting to not be treated like a messiah every single minute is something that might help him relax more than you think."

Both blinked at that while Harry felt a little happy hearing that.

"Is this the same Rita Skeeter who called me plain?" frowned Hermione. "What could have made her suddenly do a 180 like that?"

"Maybe she had something happen to her?" Harry suggested. "Like maybe a...new writing consultant?"

"That's highly impossible."

"You may never know." he shrugged. 'Wow, this is pretty touching, and she didn't break her vow once.'

Hermione sighed before a horned owl with a missing leg flew in and landed on her head carrying a letter.

"Who who."

"Huh?" Harry looked at it before it dropped the letter near him.

"Who who." It said before pooping on Hermione's head and flew off.

"Gah!"

"Looks like that owl hates you." Harry chuckled before seeing the address, 204 Oxford. 'Wait, that's Rita's address.'

"Who's that from?" Hermione asked while wishing she had her cat with her, and a towel.

"Oh nothing." he replied while putting it away. "Must be some typo, I'll head out later and have Hedwig send it off to the right person."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

(Later)

Harry looked around while making sure no one was around as he opened the letter, only to find a pair of underwear in it. He went wide eyed seeing it was blue and blushed. 'W-What the….why did she send me this?!'

"Bzzz." Buzzed a beetle while it landed on his nose and twitched a little.

"Wha!" he jumped and saw the beetle fly off and land on the floor while he held his chest. "Fuck, nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Bzzz." The insect buzzed while Harry kept looking at the underwear with a red face. "Bzzz."

"Why would she send me this?" he gulped before noticing something else in the envelope.

It was a small letter and it read. "Hello Harry. If you're wondering why there's a pair of panties in the letter, it's simple. Boys your age love using their dicks to mastrubate, or play with said cock, with a woman's panties."

He dropped his jaw and saw a kiss mark at the bottom making him turn more red.

"P.S- If you want a woman's body, just say my name and I'll appear like a fairy godmother~"

"Is...is...she serious?!" he sputtered flustered. "I mean, I know she said she'd teach me, but...bloody hell."

"Bzzz." The insect buzzed while flying onto a chair cushion. "Bzzz."

"What is Rita even...thinking?" He muttered out loud. "I mean, even she can't just appear here if I wanted due to the wards around Hogwarts."

"Bzz." The insect said before instantly changing into a familiar reporter. "That's what you think Harry."

"GAH!" he jumped gripping his chest and panted while Rita smiled. "R...R...Rita?!"

"In the flesh." She said with a smile. "So like the letter, and the little gift I added?"

"H...How….did….you get….here?"

"It's a secret." She winked before moving closer to him. "So shall we begin the lesson now? I'll make it nice and slow for you."

"Huh? Lesson, what are you talking-"

"Hush." She said putting a finger near his lips. "Don't say anything, just let the teacher educate you my student."

He gulped seeing the look in her eyes while she held her wand out and muttered a spell before a purple barrier rose up around them with owl droppings and dirt on the floor expelled outwards from it.

"Don't worry, this is just to make things easier for us, don't wanna roll around and get dirty unless we want to." she smiled putting her wand away while carefully removing his glasses. "My my, what a cute face you have."

He blushed at that as Rita moved back and started to take off her clothes. He gulped and felt his heartbeat increase due to how intense this suddenly got and saw a purple lacy bra underneath along with a black corset and purple garter belt.

"Like it? Personally I'd rather have used the red corset but," she smirked while looking at his bulge. "Your little friend seems to like it a lot."

He looked down and jumped while trying to cover it as she took her own glasses off and set them on the floor before walking over with her hips swaying. 'B-B-Bloody hell.'

Her rather large D cup chest pushed against his own chest as Rita smiled. "Don't be afraid, it's normal to be aroused by a woman, especially one with a good sex appeal."

'B-B-Big.' He thought while feeling his bulge getting bigger in his pants. When he felt her hand grab it he jumped making her chuckle.

"My, beautiful eyes and already this big? Are you sure you've never rocked the bed with one of the girls around here?"

"H-Huh? Hey stop that."

"Nope, I'm going to teach you all about having sex." she smiled before using her other hand to make him face her before leaning in and captured his lips.

Harry blushed even redder while feeling his lips getting devoured and his bulge getting painfully hard. 'B-Bloody hell! This is...surreal!'

'Mmm, soft, and if I keep this up he might just lose it in his pants, and we can't have that.' she thought while reaching down and began tugging his pants and underwear down before his dick flopped out as she grabbed it making him jump.

"Ah!"

"Mmm, what a thick dick you have Harry. With this thing, you might make any girl instantly fall for this bad boy." She teased while slowly rubbing it. Harry groaned while she trailed her nails while rubbing it. "I can understand not getting the talk, but you can't tell me you never once reached down and rubbed this fella when you...got in the mood."

"I-I didn't learn about that!" He blushed while Rita rubbed his cock again. "Ah!"

"Then I have a lot of work to do so that you can be the boy that lays down the wand of sex...mmm that's a good title for a book." she mused before standing next to him and rubbed his dick faster.

He groaned at that as the cock got harder from the sensitive touch of the witches hand. 'This is crazy...I'm getting...um...what was the word again? Oh yes, played with. I think?'

'He's going to make any woman he marries the luckiest bitch in the world.' she smiled. "See the way my hand moves? Just try and do this when alone and you'll feel oh so good."

"Ah, R-Rita." He groaned before another hand grabbed his balls and caressed them. "Ah!"

She moved her fingers over the ball sack while making sure that he was getting enough pleasure from her hands. "How's it feel to get your dick rubbed by an older woman?"

"I-It feels...weird."

"It's your first time, of course it will be weird." She said with a smile. "But it will be worth it when you come."

"W-What's that?" he groaned.

"It's when you release sperm from your dick. It also has an extra effect in relieving stress." she spoke while giving his balls a squeeze.

He jumped at that as his dick started to twitch. "Bloody hell!"

"Relax, just let the teacher give you a good time." She winked. She rubbed his dick faster while gripping it tighter. "Let's see how far you can make it go."

Harry moaned at that while feeling his cock getting rubbed faster and his balls getting squeezed tightly. He then felt his cock getting very painful and tight for some reason. "Rita! Something's happening!"

She kept on rubbing while seeing the cock twitching. "It's ok, you're just about to come. It's natural and arousing for a woman." 'As long as it doesn't land in my hair.'

Harry let out a cry as sperm started shooting out across the floor with Rita keeping it away from going too high up.

She blinked as the sperm coagulated on the floor. 'My, that's a lot of sperm for one boy to have. He must be very fertile, Meaning I have to be careful not to leave a trace of this.'

Harry panted while blown away how GREAT that felt while some more spurted out before slowly trickling down between his legs.

Rita moved her hands towards her face before taking it and poured it down her mouth.

Which caused Harry to blush crimson. 'Blood...fucking….hell….'

"Mmmm~ Salty yet sweet, I give it a thumbs up." she hummed with a smile before getting on her knees and saw his dick was getting soft before she grabbed it and started rubbing it again. "Now now Harry, you can't get tired already, we're far from done."

"Ah! R-Rita." He moaned while feeling his dick getting hard again. "Oh lord!"

'Looks like he's getting into it, perfect.' she thought with a chuckle. "Why don't I help clean you up?"

"H-How?" He asked with a moan. He got his answer when he jumped feeling something wet trail across the side of his dick and near the tip. He looked down and saw Rita licking his dick with her tongue. 'Bloody hell!'

'Mmm, it tastes stronger right from the source.' She thought while licking a little more and very slowly as she tasted the sperm that leaked out of his tip. 'And tastes better too.'

"Ah!" He gasped while instinctively getting hard from the tongue action. 'She's licking me! And it feels better than her hand!'

She licked again and again as she moved all over the dick and tip. "How's it feel to get clean, Harry~?"

He felt his cheeks heat up at the flirtatious yet seductive tone. 'Oh lord….I feel so….weird. Like….somethings trying to come out of my body again.'

'Time to really make his legs shake.' she thought before slowly sliding the dick into her mouth. She then moved her head up and down it while Harry gasped in surprise.

All the while his body was starting to betray itself as his dick got very hard and twitched.

"Oh fuck! Rita! W-What is this?" he groaned.

"A blowjob." She teased before resuming her role as teacher. She then nipped on the skin with her teeth.

"Yeow!" he jumped as he felt his dick twitching like crazy.

She did it again while the sperm poured into her mouth and down her throat. 'Lord, this is better the the others.'

He panted while feeling his body getting warmer and his mind getting blurry. 'What's...going on?'

After a while, she moved back and swallowed. "Mmm, tastes better than the last load."

Harry panted while feeling more drained than before. "W...W….Wow."

She chuckled at that. "How does it feel? Relaxing?"

"A...A whole lot."

"Now for a breast job." She said before placing her breasts over the dick and began to move the soft flesh all around the large 'wand'.

Harry groaned while leaning against the wall and felt his mind swimming. 'This is intense! If this keeps up I'll pass out.'

Rita kept on moving her chest while Harry's dick got hard again. 'I bet he's dying to fuck me now, but I have to teach him to take things nice and slow.'

The boy's mind felt like jello as he started to become very aroused. His dick stood up while he panted. "G-God Rita, this is...amazing!"

"Sex is amazing, but you have to learn the ropes on the etiquette of this art or you might get into trouble." she smiled while teasingly licking the tip making him groan. "If you're not careful and go nuts you could knock any witch up."

"Ah...but isn't there a spell for that?"

"Not really, so just be careful or you might be considered a sexual deviant or worse, sent to Azkaban for rape." she spoke while moving her breasts up and down the cock faster.

He moaned while feeling his body getting woozy all of a sudden. 'W-What now….it's like something's….coming out.' He then felt his rational mind slowly stopping as something in the back of his mind began to slowly take hold of his body and mind.

"Just let me know when you're gonna cum, I don't want to get any in my hair." She warned as the cock began to twitch wildly.

"Ah...fuck I can't hold it!" Harry grunted while feeling every warm all of a sudden. He grabbed her head and forced her mouth over his dick as it twitched. "I'm cumming!"

Rita went wide eyed at the sudden move as the sperm poured into her mouth. She gagged a little as she started to swallow it whole. She was kept on the spot while she tried to keep from choking as it kept on going.

Harry panted as his sperm kept on flowing out of his cock, which surprised him a little while his mind went completely out the window. 'I...I...need more….fucking…'

Rita managed to pull her head with some sperm getting on her face and breasts. "Lord, warm me next time."

Harry looked at her before saying. "Let's fuck some more, please?"

"Well of course, you think I'd show you all this foreplay and not actually get to the best part?" She asked with a smirk.

Harry nodded before looking at her corset. "Which hole should I do first?"

"Right here." she layed on her back and spread her pussy open.

He looked at it while instinctively moving closer to her. He then moved his cock near the pussy. "Like this?"

"Yes, just put it in Harry."

"Wait, I heard something like this could knock a girl up, is that true?"

"Well yes, but many witches take special pills to prevent this sort of thing. Unless we want to that is." She winked.

"I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Relax, I took a few to make sure, I'm not popping a baby out even if you dumped a bucket load of cum in me." 'Hopefully, muggle medicine is kinda unreliable sometimes.' "So go on and turn my womb inside out~"

He gulped and lined the tip up before pushing in with a grunt. 'It's tight.'

She held back a moan as the cock moved deeper into her folds. 'It's pushing my folds apart!'

He kept going while hissing at how snug and warm it felt while groaning. "Fuck!"

She then used her legs to wrap around him. "Relax and thrust into me like a dragon in heat."

'That...was bloody….sexy!' He thought before giving in to his lust and thrusted into her. He tried to move his dick back and forth while feeling the warm insides which really made him hard.

Rita moaned at that while feeling the cock pushing deeper into her and with such vigor. She then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her chest. "Ah, I think it's time for you to taste some of my succulent breasts, my student."

"You want me to, ah! Suck on them?" he groaned.

"Yes." She said while using some magic to cause her bra to vanish. "And suck good and hard."

He nodded and leaned down before licking at one of the nipples. He heard her moan and kept on licking as he thrusted deeper into the tight folds. 'Bloody hell, I can't stop doing this! It's so good!'

This kept on for a long while as Harry kept on thrusting into the reporter with vigor and sucking on her chest, each time making both of the moan with lust.

"Oh yes Harry! Fuck me! Make sure to really grind around." moaned Rita.

"Ah! I'm going as fast as I can Rita!" Harry moaned. "Oh bloody hell you're so tight!"

"All the better to take your sperm with~" she smiled while holding his head closer to her breast. "Go ahead and start sucking on them too, don't be shy."

He nodded before sucking very hard on the nipple while occasionally nipping it.

"Ah! H-Hey don't bite my nipple without warning." She moaned while surprised he knew her weak spot. 'I should do that to him when I get on top.'

Harry kept on thrusting into her as his dick began to twitch wildly. 'Oh lord, I'm going to cum!'

"Oh, are you already to blow?" she teased.

"Y-Yes." He groaned. "And I can't hold it."

"Then go ahead and cum inside." She said while squeezing him a little as the sperm was released into her womb. She moaned while feeling really excited at getting fucked after a long time. "Thata boy Harry!"

"Ah!" He groaned while pouring more sperm into her. "I can't stop cumming Rita!"

"Oh lord yes!" she hollered while the owls on their stands watched with some of them glancing at each other while contemplating doing the same. "More! Give me all your hot sperm!"

They kept on doing this until Harry started to get tired and his sperm slowed down a lot. He panted before plopping his head between her chest.

"Ah….ah….ah…."

"Wooh….wow….maybe you should be called the boy who can rock a woman's world."

"Ha…..Ha….Ha…" He said while chuckling a little. "Real original."

She chuckled at that. "I'm just saying."

"Too...tired….ugh…" he groaned before passing out on her chest.

Rita sighed. "Well, when he wakes up I'll rock him till morning." 'And suck him dry.'

(Timeskip)

Harry yawned while looking through the paper with a tired expression on his face. 'Maybe I should drink coffee?'

As he looked through the articles, he notice a unique one titled Harry Potter: The real story of the boy who lived. 'Oh, looks like Rita's article finally got finished through editing.'

"Hello readers, Rita's Skeeter back again to give you some news about the boy-who-lived and a special interview I had with him. The other day I managed to get young Harry alone and talk to him about how things have been going. He's told me how things perked up after my last article and getting some time to breath easily. I took the chance to get to know about him more and he introduced something about him the ministry conveniently never bothered to bring to attention. He's given me his full permission to reveal this and you can quote me on that for any naysayers out there." The article said while Harry felt a little happy that she wasn't trying anything crazy. "However, before I reveal this important bit of information, I wish to explain to you all that the content is way above the normal context you are used to reading. So if you're younger than the required age, put the newspaper down and go read something else. Other then that, feel free to learn the real story of Harry James Potter."

And so it went on to describe all the stuff he told her and noted how most of the students there either turned to him or looked sick and horrified.

"What?" He asked with a small hint of merit. "It's all true and not just fairy tales you read as bloody kids."

"And our dear ministry never bothered to mention this before since they wanted him to be seen as a messiah, well I say this proves what I said before, how he still wants to be treated like everyone else. I don't care if this lands me in hot water, you deserve to know the truth and understand that the fact he's still here and willing to help shows the strength he is compared to others who would sooner run and hide. I won't point names, but some wizards around could learn to take notes."

The students felt a sickening feeling in their guts as some of them actually puked on the ground.

"And he was nice enough to let me know about what kinda girl's he was into, and his response was 'I'm not picky about looks, money, or even age to a point, as long as they're honest and won't use me', but he didn't mention any girls he had his eyes on at the moment."

Some of the girls, mainly Ginny, looked at him like he was some kind of lost puppy in need of love.

'Oh bloody hell Rita! Now you made me the target for fangirls!' Harry thought with dread.

"Harry?" spoke Hermione walking over. "Is...is that all true?"

"Yeah." He admitted. "Every word of it, sorry about not telling you guys sooner." that's when he got hugged by her and could hear her sniffling.

"You idiot." She sniffled. "You bloody idiot."

That was when Ginny and the other girls walked over and hugged him tightly, with Luna somehow joining in the group hug.

He groaned from the hug while inwardly groaning before Rita's owl came flying in and landed with another envelope. "Uh, I think I got some mail girls."

"Is it from someone?" Asked Luna with a smile. "Or maybe from a special someone. He he."

"No, I think it's the same owl who came for me for some odd reason, darn thing keeps mixing things up." he spoke taking the envelope. "I'll go get this sorted out."

They blinked as he walked away and hid in one of the bathrooms.

He unfolded the letter and saw it was another one from Rita.

"Hey Harry, just wanted to tell you I'm about to visit next week. So be prepared to be drained dry, oh and I have a gift for you." The letter said while Harry looked in and saw a picture of her, in her lacy bra underneath, black corset and purple garter belt, while a lipstick mark was on the bottom right side along with a message that read For the boy who rides like a dragon~

"Bloody hell yeah." he muttered feeling his pants getting tighter. He then noticed something else inside and pulled out a pair of black panties. "Oh bloody fucking hell yeah!"