A Maid in the Devil's Manor
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
39,409
Reviews:
483
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rita Skeeter...an Update
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 28 ~ Rita Skeeter…an Update (Short Chappie)
On Saturday morning, Rita Skeeter woke up, face down on the hospital bed as she had been for the past six days, a strap across her back to hold her in place so her huge ass wouldn’t tip her out of the bed if she shifted position.
As the columnist became more conscious, she was aware that her ass didn’t feel heavy this morning. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Yes! Her ass had gone down! The sheets were almost perfectly flat over her lower half.
Rita immediately started calling for the healers. At last, she could get out of this place. She had spent the past six days getting her ass spelled, covered in salves, massaged (roughly) and even pricked, to no avail. And finally, it went down on its own. She was elated.
Rita knew Hermione had done this to her, but those blasted Aurors swore they didn’t see anyone cast a spell, and they were right there. It was her word against theirs. Theirs won out. So, no one was charged with her horrible disfigurement. She planned to write one scathing column about the Aurors as soon as she could get back to her desk. And Bozo, that turncoat, he could look for another gig. She had been livid when she saw the evening edition of the Prophet, and the photo her standing against the wall screaming for help, the naked flesh of her enlarged ass spread out on either side of her. She was going to kill the photographer when she saw him again.
Several healers came to her bedside, gathering at the lower part of the bed. They lifted the sheet and examined her, murmuring and shaking their heads.
Rita, who was looking over her shoulder at them said, “When can I get out of here? There are stories to write.”
The healers looked at each other.
“Er…Miss Skeeter, I’m afraid you will have to remain here another couple of days,” said a balding healer, his eyes shifting around uncomfortably.
“A couple of days! Why?” Rita demanded.
The healer hesitated.
“Why?” Rita asked, getting very angry now.
“There appears to be other complications,” the healer said slowly.
“Like what? What kind of complications?” Rita asked him, frowning.
In answer, the healer pulled back the sheet, and lifted a huge, mottled flap of loose skin with both hands. The puckered flesh flopped over his hands heavily.
“This is your right buttock, Miss Skeeter,” the healer said.
The reporter’s screams could be heard throughout St. Mungo’s
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A/N: Just wanted to let you know how Rita was doing. I bet you were all SOOO concerned. Lol. Please review.
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Chapter 28 ~ Rita Skeeter…an Update (Short Chappie)
On Saturday morning, Rita Skeeter woke up, face down on the hospital bed as she had been for the past six days, a strap across her back to hold her in place so her huge ass wouldn’t tip her out of the bed if she shifted position.
As the columnist became more conscious, she was aware that her ass didn’t feel heavy this morning. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Yes! Her ass had gone down! The sheets were almost perfectly flat over her lower half.
Rita immediately started calling for the healers. At last, she could get out of this place. She had spent the past six days getting her ass spelled, covered in salves, massaged (roughly) and even pricked, to no avail. And finally, it went down on its own. She was elated.
Rita knew Hermione had done this to her, but those blasted Aurors swore they didn’t see anyone cast a spell, and they were right there. It was her word against theirs. Theirs won out. So, no one was charged with her horrible disfigurement. She planned to write one scathing column about the Aurors as soon as she could get back to her desk. And Bozo, that turncoat, he could look for another gig. She had been livid when she saw the evening edition of the Prophet, and the photo her standing against the wall screaming for help, the naked flesh of her enlarged ass spread out on either side of her. She was going to kill the photographer when she saw him again.
Several healers came to her bedside, gathering at the lower part of the bed. They lifted the sheet and examined her, murmuring and shaking their heads.
Rita, who was looking over her shoulder at them said, “When can I get out of here? There are stories to write.”
The healers looked at each other.
“Er…Miss Skeeter, I’m afraid you will have to remain here another couple of days,” said a balding healer, his eyes shifting around uncomfortably.
“A couple of days! Why?” Rita demanded.
The healer hesitated.
“Why?” Rita asked, getting very angry now.
“There appears to be other complications,” the healer said slowly.
“Like what? What kind of complications?” Rita asked him, frowning.
In answer, the healer pulled back the sheet, and lifted a huge, mottled flap of loose skin with both hands. The puckered flesh flopped over his hands heavily.
“This is your right buttock, Miss Skeeter,” the healer said.
The reporter’s screams could be heard throughout St. Mungo’s
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A/N: Just wanted to let you know how Rita was doing. I bet you were all SOOO concerned. Lol. Please review.