Rita Skeeter sat unconscious, bound by chains, as Harry gazed at her with a triumphant smirk. With him stood Fleur who had a shocked look on her face as she stared at the woman.
"An unregistered animagus?" She asked in surprise. "She'll go to prison if your ministry finds out."
"Innit?" Harry grinned. "Would be fitting, wouldn't you say? After all, given everything she's done by abusing this ability and all the pain and suffering she's caused, mostly to good, innocent people, I'd say she'd deserve every bit of it."
"How did you find out about it though? That's she's even an animagus, and an unregistered one at that?" Fleur asked curiously, glancing over at him.
Harry took her hand as he willed the room to procure a pensieve for them. He had no issues with showing these memories to Fleur and he figured it was the quickest and the easiest way for her to both understand his motivations and discover how he had obtained this information on Skeeter.
"I assume you know what this is?" Harry asked as a large ornate bowl with clear, glowing liquid appeared in front of them. Fleur gave him a small nod.
Without any further ado, Harry placed the tip of his wand against his temple and concentrated, pulling out a glowing strand of every memory he wanted to share joined as one. He casually let it drop into the bowl, gesturing for the lovely veela toward it.
"I'll wait for you out here," he told her.
Fleur nodded and let herself be immersed in the memory. As she watched it, Harry gently stroked her soft, lustrous silver-blonde hair, keeping it out of the liquid as he flattened it on her back. He shifted his gaze from one beautiful, alluring blonde he had the hots for to the other for whom he felt nothing but disgust. He had a plan for her—or rather the makings of one… and he was sure once Fleur saw and realized everything for herself, she would readily help him polish the idea into a more refined one.
The veela emerged from the pensieve a few minutes later, her face set in a frown. Her lips were set in a thin line as she gazed at him. Harry stared back evenly and Fleur's sighed. Her gaze shifted to the bound and unsuspecting woman.
"What's the plan then?" She asked, earning a smirk from Harry who took care of his memory and the pensieve. He took her hand and led her over to the interrogation room once again.
"I'm planning on threatening her," Harry admitted. "I'll tell her I'd inform the DMLE about her if she doesn't publish a retcon in that rag of hers about the article on Hagrid and if she ever thinks about going against me or anyone I care about, she can kiss her nice, cozy lifestyle goodbye."
Fleur looked contemplative for a moment and Harry waited patiently.
"You think she'll just give up so easily? What if she cuts a deal with someone in the DMLE to have herself registered retrospectively and then goes after you and those you care about without caring for your threats? You won't have anything to hold over her."
Harry nodded thoughtfully as he deliberated over her points.
"Given how corrupt our ministry is, I won't be surprised if that did happen," he sighed. "I'm still planning on threatening her though."
"That you should," she nodded before a smirk grew on her lips. "But you should nip her rebellious bud right here, right now."
Harry gave her a raised eyebrow, silently asking what she was cooking in that mind of hers. Fleur smirked and stepped closer, resting her hands on his chest as she gazed up into his emerald orbs.
"You should extract a vow from her," she whispered. "A binding magical vow with serious stakes. An Unbreakable Vow. I'm already here. I can easily be the binder."
"And why would she agree?" Harry asked softly, pulling her close.
"Because if she doesn't, then you will send the information to the DMLE," Fleur smirked. "You can't force someone to take a vow by threatening their life or the life of someone else. There's nothing forbidden about using an information to your advantage though. Threaten her like this and she will be forced into the vow no matter how much she doesn't want it."
A small smirk slowly grew on Harry's face as he gazed into Fleur's mirthful orbs. He leaned down and gently pecked her lovely lips.
"A very nice idea," Harry nodded. "A very nice idea indeed."
"Don't start by intimidating her though," Fleur smirked up at him, earning a curious quirk of his eyebrow. "I think you should make her a bit more comfortable first."
Harry glanced over to where Rita sat bound on the chair. "Seems comfy enough to me."
Giggling, Fleur softly smacked his chest. "You really hate her, don't you?"
"Would it change anything between us if I said I wouldn't give a fuck if she died right now?"
Shaking her head, Fleur replied, "Not a damn."
"Well, there's your answer then," Harry replied. "And I'm not very much a fan of making her, as you said, a bit more comfortable."
"Oh mon cher," Fleur smirked, standing on her tiptoes and softly kissing the corner of his mouth. She pushed herself against him so that she could lean up and whisper in his ear. "You'll see what I mean about making her comfortable."
Harry regarded her as she leaned back with a wicked grin, displaying her perfect white teeth. He could see she was cooking something and he had to admit that he was curious.
"Just trust me with this, okay?"
Shrugging, Harry glanced over at Rita who still showed no sign of being conscious. With an arm around Fleur's waist, he led them over and inside the room.
"So what's this little plan you're cooking in that devious mind of yours?" Harry asked, prompting Fleur to let out a mock gasp.
"Why you ungrateful man!" She breathed. "How could you insult my intelligence by calling my mind devious?"
Amused, Harry stared at her.
"All right, give me that cloak of yours and improvise, 'kay?" Fleur winked.
Harry chuckled and handed his cloak over to the veela who draped it over herself, vanishing out of sight. Harry spied the tip of her wand poking out of the cloak and he watched on curiously as she made her way over to Rita, assuming her position behind the hideous woman.
He had no idea what she was doing but he immediately perceived her magic and realized that she was casting some spell on Rita. He let her do whatever she wanted as he walked over and lowered himself in the chair right opposite them.
A few minutes passed in relative silence as Harry merely waited for Fleur to be done with whatever she was doing. He got the signal when the bindings holding Rita firmly to the chair vanished.
The effect was instantaneous. Rita's eyes blinked open and a wide smile stretched on her face at the sight of him.
"Well then, Harry," she grinned like a predator who was getting ready to play with her prey. "I must admit I did not expect this. The Harry Potter, asking me to interview him. I don't know about you but I'm sure very excited."
Fleur's floating head appeared behind Rita and Harry's amusement escalated when she winked.
'Well, she did tell me to improvise,' he thought to himself. He gazed deep into Rita's eyes and smirked. "What can I say, Miss Skeeter… I thought it's been high time since I gave a proper interview and when I thought about the candidates, your name was very high on the list. I've read a few articles you've written and although you've all but gone after me, I believe we could do with a bit of a… let's say… reconciliation, shall I say… I believe personal grievances should not get in the way of business and the decision was easy to make in the end. After all, you are the prime reporter of the Prophet."
The more Harry spoke, the wider Rita's predatory grin grew until she was almost salivating.
"A charmer, aren't you?" She let out a giggle and Harry almost gagged.
Putting on a fake smile on his face, he replied, "Nothing less than you deserve. So, should we get on with the interview?"
"Oh it would be my absolute delight," she grinned. "Ah, and I hope you don't mind if I let my quill take the notes for me? I mean, that would make my work much easier."
Harry spied the poisonous green Quick-Quotes Quill hovering over a thick diary and shrugged.
"Suuure," he drawled.
"Excellent," Rita's grin was devious and Harry had to admit that he was feeling excited about where this was going. He spied Fleur smirking behind Rita's head and he reiterated it to himself. Fleur Delacour was one vicious woman if she had played with Rita's mind with such expertise and was now making him toy with the woman before the ultimate reveal.
Harry refocused to listen to Rita as she prattled on about the ethics and morals of her journalism and he had to scoff when he heard a few lines.
"… and the public deserves to know the truth about these people who are idolized all over the country. But I have to take care of the business side of things as well. The truth is not always… so dramatic that it would catch the public eye. They like drama… they like interesting things… if one happens to sprinkle a hint of spice on top of the bland salad so that the people have something nice to taste then it's only fair, isn't it?"
"Perfectly fair," Harry smiled.
"Nice, I was hoping you'd understand that," Rita grinned and it did not take long for her eyes to take on that predatory gleam again. "Now then, I believe we should really get started. I would like to begin this interview by asking you about your opinion on that hit piece I wrote about the first task… excellent showing from you by the way… but it also seemed a bit concerning. Was that truly blood magic, Harry? What do you have to say about resorting to such a dark branch of magic?"
"Only one thing," Harry replied. "That there is no such thing as a dark branch of magic. And for the people who label it as such and yet decide to come after me… I'd like to question their sense of self preservation. If I'm truly a dark wizard, then how does it make sense to have a go at me? You could… find yourself six feet underground if you were not careful."
Rita could not help but shudder a little at his intensely glowing emerald orbs.
"W-well, that sounds awfully like a t-threat, Harry," she managed. "How do you think the people would feel when they discover that their dear precious 'boy-who-lived' is actually a dark wizard in disguise who believes casting dark magic is normal?"
"I couldn't care less about what they think, to be honest," Harry shrugged. "They're like sheep. Can't make their minds up about anything."
"Oh!" Rita cackled. "I hope you don't mind me putting that in the article, Harry?"
Harry snorted, knowing she would put it in any way.
"Don't forget to write that I also called those pureblood supremacists little inbred buffoons still sucking on their mothers' tits," Harry said offhandedly.
"Oh my!" Rita exclaimed, her eyes alight with glee at the information overload she had for her next article. If things continued this way then she might not even have to cook up or manipulate anything to get it to the top charts. "I must ask though, Harry… aren't you concerned that the public might hate your guts if this interview gets published? I mean… you've insulted them quite severely so far."
She was surprised when Harry let out an amused laugh.
"Not really," Harry replied offhandedly before his smile vanished. He regarded her with a sneer. "Because you'll be publishing nothing."
Rita looked taken aback for a moment before her predatory grin returned full force. She crossed her arms and leaned back, regarding him with a smirk.
"And why would I not publish this? It's all what you said, after all."
"Oh stop acting as if you've ever reported what people have truly said," Harry snorted. "You might want to consider this as a warning. I'll destroy your life if you ever write a negative word, let alone an article about me or the people in my life."
Instead of being apprehensive, Rita looked amused as she gazed at his ferally grinning face. "I've faced people much tougher and in much higher positions than you, Harry. None of them could touch even a hair on my head. What makes you think you'll frighten me?"
"Well," Harry leaned back and smirked at her. "None of them ever knew you are an unregistered animagus, did they?"
Rita's eyes widened and it was easy to detect the hint of fear that she was feeling.
"What? Never thought your secret would be out, did you?" Harry continued, smirking. "Let me tell you something, Rita. You go against me, I send this information over to Amelia Bones herself. Now, I don't claim to know the woman but I've heard enough. I can't imagine her being pleased with this, at all."
"B-Blackmail, huh? Figures you'll pull that stunt. Maybe I wasn't so off the mark with my dark wizard remark afterall," Rita was trying to put on a brave face but her fear was palpable and it further emboldened Harry. He spotted Fleur's smirking face behind the cornered reporter and grinned ferally.
"You certainly weren't," Harry breathed as he slowly stood up, staring her down. "And I think it's high time you learned what happens when you bite off more than you can chew."
"You don't scare me, P-Potter," Rita growled. "Go and do whatever you can. You think you can bury the freedom of the press by threatening me? You're not the first person to try this. I've faced assholes much worse than you and every time, I came out on top."
"Must be pathetic assholes if they couldn't keep a vermin like you under control," Harry spat in disgust. "Are you really sure you can afford to antagonize me like this, Miss Skeeter? I mean… a letter is already scheduled to be sent to Amelia Bones and only I can prevent it. It'd reach her before you could get anything done and I'm sure our respected head of the DMLE is a much diligent official than whatever stooge you might coerce into doing your bidding."
Rita's eyes widened, prompting a smirk from Harry. "What? You didn't think I'd give you any room here, did you? You're either very cocky or a dumbass if you did, although if you ask me, I'd say you're both."
The woman fumed where she sat and it further added to Harry's amusement.
"What do you want?" She gritted out, glaring hatefully.
"Mind your tone and how you look at me, woman! Who the fuck do you think you are?" Harry snarled and Rita shot back in her chair, her eyes wide in shock at his sudden rage. "I have your entire fucking life in the palm of my hand and without even doing anything, I can make your life a living hell. Be mindful of how you conduct yourself in front of me. Got it?"
Rita furiously buried the pit of rage that erupted deep within her as she gulped audibly, her eyes affixed on the bastard glaring at her.
"I said GOT IT?" Harry hissed, his glare intensifying.
"Y-Yes," she whispered.
"Louder! I didn't hear you!"
"Yes!" Rita shouted. Harry sat back in the chair, smirking at Fleur who winked at him.
"Good," he nodded curtly. "Now, to answer your question from before… I don't want much from you. I just want you to rectify your wrongs and to stay in line from now on. That's it."
Rita's brows furrowed at his demand and sensing her confusion, Harry elaborated, "I want you to write a retcon of that vile article you published targeting Hagrid. He is a good man and he deserves none of that. Additionally, you will apologize to him in person… No… you will beg for his forgiveness even if you have to grovel or lick the dirt from the bottom of his shoes. It's the least you deserve for putting that man through this shit."
The woman made to object but thought better of it. No matter how much it repulsed her, she nodded in agreement. It was but a minuscule price to pay if she could avoid the fines and Azkaban.
"I agree," she nodded.
"Silly of you to think you have a choice in this matter. Your agreeing or disagreeing doesn't matter. You will do this. Stop thinking you have any rights in front of me," Harry sneered.
Rita gritted her teeth in rage but did not rise to the bait. She could not afford to give him any chances here.
She knew the shit she found herself in. It would have been manageable if Potter had not directly involved Amelia Bones. She could have easily bribed someone and gotten the matter sorted out within minutes. However, if that woman knew the truth about her then she had no doubts that her life was done. It was impossible for her to do any sort of damage control in front of Amelia Bones.
Rita gazed back at Harry Potter and she had to begrudgingly give him his flowers. He had discovered what no one had and was using it to his full advantage. However, if he felt she would not see through him then he was really a little kid.
"Do you really expect me to believe that you have arranged a letter for Bones?" She asked, making him raise an eyebrow. "I've been playing this game since before you were born, boy. Don't take me for an amateur who'd get scared of a Hogwarts brat."
Her little outburst did little more than amuse him and Harry let her continue.
"If you really wanted to get rid of me as you said, you would've directly sent this information to Bones. The fact that you're sitting here with me is enough proof that what you really want is to cut a little deal for yourself. You have use of me, Potter, and you won't do shit that would see me gone," Rita finished, smirking.
"I do have use of you. I told you already," Harry replied calmly. "You will write a retcon and you will beg for Hagrid's apology."
"Think I'm an idiot, do you?" She hissed. "Spit out the real reason, Potter. Don't insult my intelligence like this. You want more from me, I can tell just by looking at your sorry face."
Suddenly, Rita went slack in her chair and her wide eyes stared at Harry who stood up, his emerald orbs alight with fury as he glared at her.
"I told you to have care how you speak to me, didn't I?" He whispered in rage as he crossed the table and stood right beside her. Rita kept staring at him with her eyes wide in apprehension as he rested a hand on the back of her chair and leaned down, glaring. "You want to know what I want from you, hmm? Well, I guess I might as well tell you."
Harry kept glaring at the woman, taking sadistic pleasure at the sight of the fear he could spot in her eyes. His voice remained a whisper as he continued, fully aware that Fleur was gazing at him with her eyes clouded with lust.
"I will say this directly, Miss Skeeter. You have three options in front of you right now. You can deny, which would mean Amelia Bones will be getting that letter and you can keep the dementors company for however much time you're sent for there. I'm sure you know what happens to people who spend even a month in Azkaban, and there's no way you'll be getting out in that time. Safe to say, your life will be done and you might as well kill yourself at the end."
Rita stared at him with wide eyes, somehow knowing that was exactly what would happen should she deny him.
Without letting her have a word in, Harry continued, "Which brings us to your second option. You can take the coward's way and off yourself right here, right now. Pretty sure no one would shed even a drop of tear for you. Now, I know it's a coward's way but that doesn't mean it won't take guts—which you don't have. And that brings us to my proposal. Ready?"
Rita was shaking by now and Harry relished her fear. There were few who deserved this more. She nodded slowly, earning a smirk from Harry.
"If you want to preserve this undeserving lavish lifestyle you have going on for you," he whispered, brushing the blatantly expensive velvet dress she was wearing, "then you will swear an Unbreakable Vow to remain my loyal servant. You will do my bidding without question and with as much brilliance as you already do with your slanderous articles. In return, you will have my vow to never reveal your secret to anyone who doesn't already know."
As Harry leaned back, Rita stared at him with her eyes even wider than before. Harry paid her no heed and walked around, taking his place back on the opposite end as he regarded her.
"Those are your three options, and you have five minutes to decide. Starting now."
Rita made to speak but Harry flicked his wand, casting a silencing charm on her. Enchanted ropes appeared, binding her to the chair she was sitting on, and Harry sneered at the woman.
"You've bitten off more than you could chew and you have pissed off the wrong person this time, Miss Skeeter," he hissed. "I'd advise you to think about your situation for a moment and use that brain of yours that cooks up all that slander. Your very life is on the line. For your sake, I hope you'll make the right choice."
Rita stewed in helpless rage as she glared at the bastard who sat nonchalantly right opposite her. Her bindings now further added to the gravity of the situation. Even if he had been bluffing about the letter he had scheduled to be sent, he could easily get it done now and she would not be able to do anything.
She did indeed have three options. The first would lead to endless suffering before it resulted in her death, the second was instant death itself, and the third would mean doing the bidding of this bastard who had turned her life upside down in less than an hour.
None were favorable, but she was not in a position to hope for favorable. He had her firmly in his clutches and his cocky demeanor showed that he knew he held all the cards firmly in his grasp.
Her panic had set in and she furiously ran her mind, hoping against hope for something… anything to come to her that could potentially rescue her but to her utter dismay, she could think of nothing. He wanted full control of her and no matter how much she hated the prospect, she could never bring herself to imagine being dead or rotting in Azkaban before dying.
Harry exchanged a triumphant look with Fleur as Rita's shoulders slumped in defeat and she nodded despairingly.
"I'm sorry, Miss Skeeter, but I couldn't hear you properly there. Could you repeat once more please?" He called out mockingly and he could see her trying to keep her rage in check with every bit of her self-control.
"I said I agree with your proposal," she gritted out.
Harry beamed and stood up, flicking his wand and vanishing all her bindings. Her wand was immediately sent clattering on the table where he stuck it with a powerful sticking charm.
"Don't worry, you'll get it back soon, not that you ever use it," he remarked as he approached her. "Stand up, Miss Skeeter."
Rita took a deep, resigned breath and obliged. She stepped out of the chair and walked forward, joining him in the middle.
Smirking, Harry continued, "Fleur here will be the binder. Babe?"
Rita's eyes widened when out of nowhere, Fleur Delacour arrived, her lips set in a wicked grin as she stood on her tiptoes and gave Harry Potter a furious snog right in front of her. Pulling back, Fleur regarded her with a disdainful smirk and assumed her place to the side between them.
"Join your arms," Fleur intoned. Harry pushed his arm forward and shakily, Rita followed suit. Her breath hitched as he grabbed hold of her arm firmly and she could not help but grab his arm as well.
"Do you, Rita Skeeter, swear to remain Harry Potter's loyal servant and carry out his commands without any hesitation for as long as he wants you to?"
"I swear," Rita whispered, feeling a claw on her magic as an ethereal silver glowing strand wrapped around their adjoined arms.
"Do you, Rita Skeeter, swear to serve Harry Potter — mind, body, and soul, and to the best of your abilities?"
Rita's eyes widened and she glanced at the veela who smirked as she gazed at her. Meanwhile, Harry startled slightly as he turned to Fleur who glanced at him and winked. His eyes gleamed in realization and he shifted his gaze to Skeeter once again, watching her wide eyes that were affixed on Fleur.
Fleur raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the woman, silently prompting her to answer.
"I-I swear," Rita whispered in defeat, having a feeling of what she had just agreed to. She shuddered as another strand appeared, wrapping around their arms.
Fleur did not miss a beat as she turned to Harry and continued, "Do you, Harry Potter, swear to keep Rita's animagus form a secret from all those who don't already know?"
"I swear," Harry replied clearly and the final silvery strand wrapped around their arms, vanishing from sight within moments.
Rita shivered as Harry released the hold he had kept on her arm, allowing herself to fall back on the chair. Her hands palmed her face as she put her glasses on the table, sighing in defeat and no small amount of relief.
Meanwhile, Harry took Fleur's hand and willed the room to create a private partition for them. As soon as they were separated from Skeeter, Fleur pounced on him and slammed her lips against his in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Harry grunted as his back collided with the wall behind him and pulled Fleur close. The veela enthusiastically snogged him, running her hands furiously all over his back.
"Merlin, you have no idea how hot I am right now after seeing you like that!" She whispered as she pulled back for a moment before slamming her lips back against his once again.
Harry groaned into the kiss when he felt her rubbing him furiously and in no time, his sultry veela had her hand wrapped around his hardening length as she deftly took off his trousers, letting them pool by his feet. Meanwhile, Harry kissed her back furiously, unable to hold back when she was so eager and enthusiastic.
He hissed as Fleur began to stroke him fast and reached up, grabbing hold of her tits and squeezing firmly.
Fleur moaned into the kiss and slowly pulled away, only a thick strand of saliva connecting their mouths as the blonde grinned and quickly dropped to her feet.
"Ah fuck!" Harry breathed when he felt the familiar heat of Fleur's wanton mouth enveloping his prick. Fleur took him in her mouth and started to rock her head back and forth. Her tongue licked along the surface as she swirled it around, relishing his familiar taste once again.
"Oh Fleur… Merlin… as much as I love this… fuck! I'd like to know what you were thinking, babe…"
Fleur glanced up at him through her eyelashes, finding him staring at her, and with a wink, she pulled off, furiously stroking him.
"We were gonna make her swear that vow anyway. What does it matter if there's more involved?" She grinned.
Harry's breathing was labored as he gazed at her. "Body as well though? I never thought about it."
"But I did," Fleur smirked. "Admit it, she's hot. A proper MILF, I'd say. A little change in her style and she'd be a total knockout."
"She's a horrible person," Harry replied, caressing her cheek gently as she kept stroking him.
"Good enough reason to keep her under your boots, isn't it? You get to enjoy her, she gets to suffer the humiliation of being dominated by someone she undoubtedly hates," Fleur continued. "Unless she likes it and learns to enjoy being with you as well. In that case, might as well allow her some fun. Right?"
Fleur leaned forward and began swirling her tongue all around the crown of his cock, prompting Harry to let out a pleasure-filled hiss. His hand rose to her lustrous silver-blonde locks and he threaded his fingers through them.
"I… ugh… I guess you're right," he rasped breathlessly. They had fucked a little over an hour ago and he was still a bit sensitive but she seemed to be unrelenting, not that he had any problems with how enthusiastic she was. It always brought him the world of pleasure and he could feel himself getting better at sex as well.
Fleur pulled back after planting a soft kiss on the tip and smirked at him.
"When it comes to matters of sex," she replied, unbuttoning her shirt before slowly sliding off the straps of her bra. "I'm always right, mon amour."
Harry's eyes feasted on the delicious sight of Fleur's naked tits and his cock lurched in her hand. The alluring veela smirked and scooted closer, wrapping her tits around his slick manhood. She dropped a thick strand of spit on his cock and began moving.
Harry let himself drown in the ocean of pleasure as his lovely veela gave him the first titfuck of his life. He could think about what to do with Rita Skeeter later.
It wasn't as if she would ever do anything to displease him now.
TBC.
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