Harry Potter woke up as the sun was rising. He had a habit of waking up early since he was young when he had to get up to make breakfast. He felt refreshed after the night's sleep. The potions assigned by Madam Pomfrey worked like magic. He chuckled internally at the unintentional pun before he got up to complete all the morning activities.

Hermione looked peaceful and very cute sleeping. He called for Kreacher when he was done with his morning business. After his arrival with a pop, he told the house-elf to bring him tea, and breakfast with a quill and parchment. He savoured the silence while waiting for his return.

Kreacher returned immediately to give him the quill and parchment before going back to complete the other order. Harry didn't want others to know to whom he was writing the letter. He had kept it a secret so far, though he would tell the girls before going on the vacation. He would tell Daphne at least, but Hermione still needed time to start being wary of authority figures. Some time spent with her parents would suffice, he would need to ask for their help. Though he didn't think they would have a problem.

When Kreacher returned to bring the breakfast and tea, he told him to send the letter through any owl in Owlery. He slowly ate breakfast and drank tea; the meeting was scheduled for an hour. His thoughts went over his actions in the past few years. After the death of Cedric, when no one contacted him, Harry adopted an eye-for-eye rule. There were many people with whom he had grievances, and as the years rolled by, he realized that his noble behavior only disadvantaged him. So, he created a list of people who would pay for making him suffer.

The top on the list was, of course, Dumbledore. Harry couldn't touch him, so he delayed his justice. The next was Molly Weasley, he fucked her precious daughter and then dumped her and took the other girl whom she wanted as a daughter-in-law. The third was Hermione, he heavily flirted with her and claimed her body so that she would suffer through the emotional turmoil that he went through in the 6th year.

Harry finished his breakfast and got up for the meeting. He took his time walking out of Hogwarts, taking in the devastation wrought throughout the castle. Outside, large blank stretches of dirt littered Hogwarts grounds, and Hagrid's Hut contained a crater. He entered Hogsmeade and went to The Three Broomsticks. After confirming the private meeting room with Madam Rosmerta, he strode to it and opened the door to enter.

"Good morning, Rita" Harry greeted the blonde reporter in neon coloured tight fitting dress.

"Good morning, my dear Harry. You requested a meeting immediately, so here I am. What can I do for you?" Rita grinned broadly.

Harry took his seat and looked at her deeply. He grinned sharply and replied, "Let's finish what we had started before the war. It's time to destroy Dumbledore's reputation. I want to annihilate his legacy so much that he would be compared with the Dark Lord."

Harry and Rita began correspondence after Dumbledore's funeral. He had sent her a letter for a meeting. With Dumbledore dead, he had planned to slowly chip away at his supposed greatness. In the meeting, he had told Rita about Dumbledore sealing the Potter family's will, Sirius' illegal incarceration without a trial while Dumbledore was Chief Warlock and Snape being pardoned as a Death Eater only at the word of Dumbledore leading to the Death Eater killing the headmaster, and leaving Harry with the muggles. He had told her to look into Dumbledore's history if he could manipulate so much. And dictate a national hero's life without impunity, then his youth could not have been normal.

Rita had started looking deep into the Dumbledore family's history. Which ultimately led to the creation of The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore. Even Harry was surprised by the revelations, he had never imagined Dumbledore having so many skeletons in his closet. Rita had initially wanted to write a series of articles, but Harry convinced her to write a book instead.

"I thought with the reveal of Dumbledore's youthful indiscretions would have done that?" Rita asked curiously.

"No, he still has fanatical followers. After all, according to them, it was all in the past. He changed and left his dark past by becoming The Leader of Light. I want to shed light on some of his recent history now. About how he made Our Saviour-Harry Potter suffer his whole life. I already told you about his manipulations leading upto my entry into the Wizarding World." Harry chuckled, "You don't even have to make up some unknown source. Yesterday, I deliberately ranted about all the injustices Dumbledore made me suffer through. Just make it seem that you heard about some of it, and then upon more digging, you discovered the rest."

Rita got up and walked to Harry. She licked her lips, "Oh my! You are my lucky charm, dear. Giving me such a feast, and even serving it to me. How am ever going to repay you?"

Harry leaped from his chair and gripped her hair harshly before mashing her lips to his. His mouth smashed against hers unannounced, swallowing her feeble protests. It opened on its own, allowing his tongue to enter and dominate her—to use her oral cavity. He was relentless in plundering her mouth, wet squelches could be heard by their kiss. Drool dribbled from the side of their open-mouthed kiss. It had been her who invited him into her bed and fucked him. From then, Harry had taken every opportunity to use her voluptuous and mature body for pleasure.

Fire surged from within her as his kiss sang of passion, as he used her mouth in a show of aggression and unbridled lust. She opened the buttons of his jeans and lowered them. He kicked them off to the side.

Dainty fingers curled around his girthy mast while he pried out a moan from her stubborn mouth, his hands grabbing a handful of her arse in the meanwhile. She was wearing nothing underneath her tight-fitting dress. And he took advantage, the tips of his fingers digging into her soft derriere while his palms pressed against the plump, round flesh.

He picked her up and carried her to the nearest wall, all the while sucking the life out of her. His wet, warm tongue traced every inch of her mouth, and whenever she tried to take charge, it was subdued by his powerful tongue.

"Harry!" She groaned as he slammed her against the wall and sandwiched her between his muscular body and cold wood, making her wrap her legs around him, digging her heels into his back.

Lips instantly attached to the side of her neck, and hungry hands pawed all over: her perky tits, her thin waist, her shapely hips. Before she could lose herself in the foggy pleasure, he slapped her arse and dropped her on her feet. He put his palm on her head without asking and pushed her down to her knees. He curled his fingers into her blond hair and tugged her forward. Mashing her nose into his boxers, her existence was filled with his musk. He tugged off his shirt and dropped down his boxers.

Rita took the bulbous head in her hot mouth. His response was a guttural moan as he caressed her head. Her pouty full lips locked around his glans, and a flick of her tongue made his excited cock throb beggingly.

"Just like that, suck my cock you slut" Harry growled throwing his head back.

Her eyes filled with unwanted pride and she pushed herself further onto his cock. She kept doing that until her nose was buried in his sparse pubic hair, the musky scent causing her mouth to salivate, providing more drool to moisten his mast.

Her eyes widened when he clutched her hair and pulled her towards the table. With his cock still in her mouth, she was blinded and had to hurriedly clamber on her knees, feeling like cattle being herded to its pen. As he sat on the table with her mouth still attached to his cock, she humored biting on it to punish him for that torturous crawl. But her weeping cunt told her that she had enjoyed the hardship. And there was no need to act reluctant when their meetings awlways ended the same way.

"Prepare yourself." He barely gave her a second before gripping the back of her head.

Then he pulled her up and down on his proud cock, allowing her to slather it with her lips and tongue. She could not do anything but glower at his amused face while her mouth was used like an accessory.

"Enjoying yourself?" He chuckled, looking at her left hand, the one working on her nether lips.

She just gagged in response, her thumb pressing down on her clit. Why was she putting up with this? Why was she suffering humiliation at the hands of a young man? Because she loved it.

She loved how Harry scratched this particular itch. A demoness could only be controlled by a demon. Harry was that demon. He had whiffed her desires instantly that first night. And had understood that while she appreciated gentle love, she needed rough, unrestrained sex. She needed to feed her lust. She needed to be dominated. She needed to be used.

He was a natural if she was being honest. Her nose flared and her eyes shined when his cock quivered. It was coming. Her mouth watered at the prospect of tasting his delicious cum. She loved it. She loved that thick, manly flavor coating her taste buds.

So, she was very disappointed when he pulled her mouth away just before she could drink it. Instead, he held her face near his cock and sprayed it white. She opened her mouth wide in a vain hope to salvage it. But the cruel man—aware of her desire—turned her head this way and that, letting his cum strike her entire face except her mouth.

"That was nice." He sighed blissfully, smirking down at her smeared face. "You look even sexier with this makeup."

"Quite funny," she said blandly.

But her attitude was ruined as she wiped her face and licked her fingers clean, barely keeping her moans from slipping out. It tasted so good.

His victorious smirk was a quip in itself. "Stand up, love."

She rose to her feet; her dress had already dropped down below her braless large breasts.

"Turn around." She did.

"Raise your arms," he hissed, pressing behind her, his still erect cock poking her back. His fingers traced her sides, the dress laughably thin to prevent him from feeling her skin and its warmth. His palms stopped at her thighs and squeezed them before gripping the fabric and pulling it over her head. He threw it on the floor, finally leaving her entirely bare.

"Mmm…," she moaned as his hands pressed on her sides again and traced their way up, leaving goosebumps on her skin.

"If this was not supposed to be a secret, I'd be sucking your teats all day," he whispered in her ear, his hands sliding up onto her breasts. The two mounds were large and round enough that he couldn't hold all of them. She faltered and leaned into him as he pinched and pulled on her pink nipples.

"May I drop my hands?" Her voice trembled as his lips found the side of her neck again.

"Drop them, but on the table, and bend down too." He chuckled, giving her breasts one last squeeze, hard enough to imprint his fingers on her flesh, tight enough to leave an ache.

She lowered her hands as he pulled away and spun her around. Licking her lips, she bent forward and placed her hands on the edge of the table, her arse pushed towards him, ripe to be taken.

SMACK!

Her arse cheeks jiggled as he struck her bubbly ass. An aroused gasp tore through her.

SMACK!

"Harry—" Her moan was interrupted when he spanked her again.

SMACK!

"Such a shameless woman, your cunt is flooding merely at my touch." He smirked, caressing her red jiggling cheeks, his fingers pushing further, tracing a line over her pussy and arsehole. Her mouth twitched as he prodded her vulva with his finger. Her eyes closed when it easily slipped in.

SMACK!

Her arse shook from the impact, and she almost screamed from surprise.

"Will you fuck me or not?" She ground out, bracing herself and looking forward once again.

"Of course, love. Have I ever skipped creaming you?" He smiled, gripping her waist and lining himself behind her.

She held her breath and exhaled when he pushed past her labia and bottomed out inside her. He was just as big and girthy as always, stretching her burning walls. A rhythm began as he fucked her with long, deep thrusts.

"Mmm… faster, Harry! Faster!"

"Well, you asked for it." He grinned and pounded onto her plump arse, her cheeks jiggling with every strike.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" She screamed, lurching back and forth as he kept slamming behind her.

Harry lifted her by the ankles and shoved her head down. He climbed onto the table and dropped her legs so that her arse was high in the air, legs bent to the side and head down.

He wrapped his fingers around his throat. In her prone position, with his weight atop her and his fingers tightening around her throat, she could do nothing but lay still and moan on the table. Her vision began blurring as he fucked her with a frantic abandon.

With a grunt, he filled her up. And just as she was going to pass out from the lack of air, her body seized up and she was thoroughly drowned in pleasure, her mind blanking for a moment, allowing her to see nothing, emphasizing only the loudness of her beating heart.

She felt it. She acutely felt his seeds churning in her womb, mingling with her juices as Harry finally slowed down his drilling and pulled out. Rita mewled at the sudden sensation of an empty pussy and lay still for a minute, panting and allowing the toe-curling pleasure to wreck her.

Giving her arse a sharp spank, he rolled off her and lay beside her.

"Give me a minute." She groaned, slapping his hand away as it approached her tits.

"Fine by me. But don't be surprised if I mount you again. You are looking extremely fuckable with my cum staining your cunt."

She sighed and got off the table, wincing at the ache between her legs. Then again, this very ache drew her to him, letting him fuck her every time. This was the very ache she needed to have a blissful day.

Harry also stood up and began putting on his clothes. Rita was similarly pulling on her clothes. Magic made it easy to hide any evidence of their tryst. They both nodded at each other and left the room without even a parting kiss. It was a business transaction, nothing more nothing less.