Odin In The Wizarding World

The next day on his way to meet the wizardung press for a group shot of all the champions and an interviews, Edward walks right Hermione and Irena on the corridor. Seeing him, Irena just gives him a seductive smile, before saying goodbye to Hermione.

Looking after the demoness, as she wiggles her a.s.s sugestively, Edward a bit absent-mindedly asks his sister. ''What was that about?''

''Irena? Oh, we talked about this and that...'' Says Hermione, having seen his eyes follow Irenas bouncy behind.

Looking straight at Hermione after day dreaming about doing naughty things to that a.s.s, he asks once again. ''Care to tell me what this and that entails.''

Showing him a naughty smile, she tells him. ''Oh, you know this and that... like your investigation into the Goblet of Fire, your apparent talent for ancients enchantment or... the fact, that I will get two sisters-in-law, if you win the tournament.

''Can't believe she told you that...'' Says Edward, making an embarrassed face, before asking. ''... And how is Potter holding up? I can't imagine how it feels like to be targeted by such obvious hypocrisy.''

''He is holding on so far...'' Says Hermione, as she spots a woman in her mid fourtees, carrying a crocodile-skin handbag and wearing clothes of green leather with maroon furs at the collar and sleeve. ''... Shit they send Rita Seeker.''

''Rita who?'' Asks Esward, as he also spots a tall blond with an even more extravagant sence of style than even he has.

As he checks the woman out, Hermione tells him. ''Rita Seeker, Gossip Correspondent for the Daily Prophet and Queen of the Quills. Nearly everybody she has ever interviewed, she has written poison-pen stories about, that generally tended to be sensationalist and sometimes outright dishonest.''

''Wow that sounds pretty bad...'' Says Edward finding the reporter incredibly interesting.

Not noticing her brother shift of tone, Hermione continues. ''Oh, please don't get me started... Aside from being a poisomed tongued and career destroying woman, she is also said to have sleped with several married man, inkluding our dear friend minister Fudge. Oh, how I hate her. I hope Harry will be okay...''

Thinking, that minister Fudge might be on to something, since woman like Rita are only shutting up when a c.o.c.k is shoved down their throat.

Promising that he would look out for Harry, Edward says goodby to Hermione, before he enters the hall in which the group picture is supposed to be taken.

The first time he gets a good look of this poisoness reporter, is when she appears in a puff of smoke after the group shot is taken. Appearing well groomed and well colorfully, Edward can instantly recognise the cougar underneath.

''What a charismatic s.e.xtet. Hello!'' Rita says, as she greets the six tri-wizard champions that are currently still grouped together. Walking ovet from behind her camera, she instantly starts shakeing hands with everone, while introducing herself. ''I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily

prophet. But of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? what mysteries do the muscles mask? does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm? Shall we start with the youngest. Lovely.''

Having chosen Harry as her first victim, Rita bullies the poor guy into the broom-closet...

''What do you think?'' Edward asks Irena, while keeping one eye on Victor and Fleur, who are embarrassed just looking at each other...

Before long five champions have been interviewed before it's Edwards turn. Entering the closet followed by Rita, he hears her ask. ''Cosy isn't it?''

Shooting her his best panty dropping smile, he tells her. ''It sure is, for a broomcupboard.''

A bit tsken of guard, by his mile, the reporter frezzes up for only a second, before gesturing him to sit down and asks. '' Hope you don't mind me I use the quill?''

Giving her a dimmed down smile, Edward says. ''No, by all means, this is your interview...''

Dropping his sentence, Edward is quick to spot the rising l.u.s.t in Ritas eyes. Giving her a moment to collect her thoughts, he continues to play the part of pray, while infact being the predator.

Before long Rita starts talking, while moving closer to him. ''So Edward, here you sit, a mere man of seventeen...'' Recieving only a supportive smile and nod from Edward she continiues. ''...about to compete against five students. Not only your best friend Victor Krum, but also one of your rumored fiancées Irena Proudmore. Any emotional conflict of interest there? Any concerns?''

Shooting her one of his by now signature smiles, Edward answers her. '' I dunno I haven't really thought about it. All I know is, that both Irena, Fleur, Victor, Diggory and Potter are all strong opponents. But these aren't the questions you want to ask, do you?''

Nodding absent mindedly, her eyes hooded with l.u.s.t, her heart racing and her hard nippels about to pierce the leather of jacked, Rita Seeker is unable to controll herself. Jumping into Edwards lab, she instantly starts kissing him.

Having provoked the coigar to jump him, Edward takes full advantage of the situation. Before long Rita's jacked lays discarded on the floor, her white dress shirt mostly unbuttoned, her pink b.r.e.a.s.t holder showing and her skirt shoved up to her midriff, her pink p.a.n.t.i.e.s on full display.

Seeing her visibly quiver under his touch, a huge smile appears on his face, as he kisses her neck, plays wither left n.i.p.p.l.e and plunges his fingers into her p.a.n.t.i.e.s.

Just as Edward spotts her first signs of the reporter's incoming o.r.g.a.s.m, she does something he didn't expect. Jumping out of his lab, Rita raises to her hand bag to retrieve her wand.

Seeing Edwards confused face, the cougar simply smirks, as she swings her wand in the air in front of herself saying. ''You better take a good look. I promise you will like this...''

That said, Ritas remaining clothes except for her cherry red high heels start to disintegrate, her currly hair starts to streightens out and her make up traicelessly vanishes. Standing in front of Edward now fully n.a.k.e.d, all her assets laid bair to him, is not a mid fourty looking woman, but a beautiful much younger looking one. Despite her b.r.e.a.s.ts being nowhere near Sibillas or Irenas size, as well as being minimally saggy, Rita looks stunning for a woman her age.

Seeing Edwards stunned face and physical reaction, she saunters over to him, before opening the fly of his pants releasing his natural 'wand'. Showing an approving smile, while stroaking him a couple of times, Edward lets her do as she wants since everything she does seems to benefit him.

Leaning forward and onto his c.h.e.s.t, Rita says, wile allining her unbares entrance with the tip of his snake. ''You have a beautiful, perfect c.o.c.k Mr Granger...'' That said she impales herself onto him, her eyes instantly rolling into the back of her head, heavily breathing and m.o.a.ning. ''... Oh, my god... It feels so good...''

Having expecterd her to first give him head, Edward had already slipped a bit forward on his chair, but now with his hipps free and c.o.c.k already inside of her, he starts to rhythmically pumps in and out of her, extracting one l.u.s.tfilled m.o.a.n ofter another from her.

Two hours later Edward leaves the closet, after the love making session with a now still n.a.k.e.d and comatosed Rita Seeker. While puting his wrinkeld dress shirt pack into his pants, Edward walks right into an annoyed looking Irena.

''Really? That old cougar?... Please be more careful with your affairs, or you might get your head bashed in by someone... Not me, if you want to know, but Sibilla.''