A/N: Some of you thought that part of my user name was a JoJo reference. But you were wrong! It was a DIO reference MWHAHAHAHA! But seriously Dio did nothing wrong.

Warning: This story will contain adult situations and language.

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Aggressive Love

Chapter 2

The Quidditch pitch of the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry currently played host to stands full of confused and concerned spectators. The crowds had been told that there was a winner by the staff when they were alarm on the cup went off signifying someone had grabbed it. But when two champions had yet to exit the maze, murmurs and speculation broke out in hushed whispers that were gradually rising in intensity.

Before it could reach a crescendo, the telltale whoosh and flash of light that accompanied a portkey, deposited the missing competitors in front of the hedge maze where the third task took place. Everyone saw as Harry threw the Tri-Wizard cup away while holding onto Cedric's limp form.

"Voldemort's back. Peter Pettigrew murdered Cedric." Harry Potter's voice, spoken as he catches his breath, carries clearly into the silence that formed in the wake of their sudden appearance.

And that was all it took for pandemonium to erupt, as people panicked in light of the shocking revelation.

Amidst the noise and shouting from the throng of people who were starting to push and shove, shot a brown, bushy haired missile that locked on to the raven haired teen.

Hermione Granger, the beautiful, chocolate eyed best friend of Harry, latched onto him as he was standing up, nearly knocking them both over in a tangle of limbs. But Harry held fast, both because of the adrenaline high he was still on, and because he didn't want to collapse over Cedric's body in an undignified heap.

"Harry, oh Harry." Hermione kept repeating over and over, wanting to ramble but she couldn't find the words. So instead she just buried her face in his neck while holding on tight, afraid he would slip away from her forever if she let go.

Hermione took deep, heaving, breaths as his familiar scent invaded her senses. A smell that she had always found incredibly intoxicating, that was so uniquely Harry she could practically taste it. In fact that sounded like such a good idea right now that the bookworm decided to be more bold than usual and gently placed her lips against the slightly salty skin of his neck.

"Harry." She mewled against his neck as her pupils dilated and her mind fogged over with blissful thoughts of the teenager in her arms.

Meanwhile the emerald eyed teen couldn't help but shiver in pleasure at the slight, delicate, touch of Hermione's lips ghosting across his pulse point. Or the way his name was whispered against his skin that made him hold her tighter to himself.

Harry had already known for a while that his best friend was budding into a beautiful woman. Even before the Yule ball fiasco where she chastised him and Ron for not noticing she was a girl. Well he noticed all right. But how could he say anything with the fear of her taking offense at his admiration of her soft, feminine curves? Or what it could do to their relationship if she found out and didn't return his affection?

Their embrace was cut short abruptly by Dumbledore practically ripping Harry out of Hermione's grasp. More than a little startled, Harry was unprepared for the deluge of questions that people around them were demanding answers to.

But it was the headmaster who demanded his attention the most, with a deceptively iron clad grip on his arms as he frantically questioned him. "Is it true? Is he back!?" Dumbledore questioned while looking intensely into his eyes.

"Yeah I guess? They used my blood in some kind of ritual." Harry answered in bewilderment.

Albus Dumbledore had only just confirmed this with Legilimency, and a brief flash of happiness turned up the corners of his lips in satisfaction of a long term plan coming together. If he had paid more attention and looked for a little longer he would have seen Lord Voldemort's new form in Harry's mind, and might have hesitated due to this little wrinkle. As it was, he would already be far too committed to his current course of action and end up with egg on his face.

And perhaps if he had paid more attention to Harry he would have seen the emerald eyed young man had caught his slip up.

While Dumbledore turned around to address the officials in the area and warn them of the danger of Voldemort's return, Harry's thoughts had locked up on one track.

'Why was he happy to hear that Voldemort is back?' And other such thoughts pervaded his mind. In his distracted state he didn't even put up a fight as Mad-Eye Moody roughly grabbed him and pulled him along to the castle.

"Is it true? Is the dark lord back?" Alastor Moody questioned gruffly. "What was it like? What happened boy?" He asked incessantly as they continued on their trek to the castle.

Unbeknownst to either however, was a pair of chocolate brown eyes narrowing in suspicion at their retreating forms.

Eventually the professor and student made it to Moody's office. Harry trying and failing to put into words his experience in the cemetery.

Moody turned and locked the door and tried once again to question the boy. "There Potter, now we're away from prying eyes tell me, in detail, what happened? What was he like? The dark lord."

"Well you say he but Voldemort was resurrected as a women. I'm not sure how or why though. Just glad I managed to get out of there." Harry answered to the best of his ability, trying to make sense of it all himself.

"Hmm I see. Something must have gone wrong…" Moody mutters to himself.

"What do you mean 'gone wrong'? And why do you of all people keep referring to her as the dark lord?" Harry questioned, becoming suspicious of the defense professor. It didn't make sense to him why an auror who fought against Voldemort during the war would keep honoring her by using the title of dark lord instead of the name. And now that he thought about it he could almost detect a hint of reverence tinging Moody's voice when talking about Voldemort.

And now Moody was concerned that something had gone wrong with the resurrection?

Before he could give voice to his questions, Moody quickly whipped out his wand and bound Harry in ropes to a chair behind him before he could blink.

"Caught on finally Potter?" Moody said, focusing both his artificial and real eye on Harry. "I was the one to put your name in the Goblet of Fire. I was the one who helped you get through all those tasks. And I was the one who enchanted the cup to be a portkey. I am my master's most faithful servant!" He started off slow before building up a fervor with each revelation.

"But you fought against her in the war?" Harry blurted out, trying to make sense of the situation and struggling against the ropes. He wouldn't have to puzzle it out for long however.

"HIM!" Moody shouted as he doubled over in sudden pain and his very features began to ripple. Almost as though he wasn't entirely solid and reminded him of something disturbing a surface of water.

"His body is only a temporary setback for now I'm sure. And I'm not Moody." He says in a mixture of pain and laughter. "My name is Bartemius Crouch Jr!" Crouch said while his skin began to settle, with an artificial leg and false eye falling away, and the numerous scars disappear to reveal a much younger looking man. Harry, recognizing the effects of Polyjuice potion wearing off, could only stare in wide eyed horror that an imposter had been teaching at Hogwarts for almost a whole year. What must be a death eater, based on such fanatical devotion to Voldemort, had been around children of all ages, hiding in plain sight as a professor. Setting him up to compete in this tournament and ensuring he made it to the end.

Crouch Jr. breathed a sigh of relief as the transformation back to his original appearance completed. "I don't know how you escaped my master Potter. But I know he will reward me greatly for finishing you off." He says while slowly raising his wand with a wicked gleam in his eye.

He didn't get a chance to bring it to bear however, before the door to the office shattered into hundreds of shards of wood that pelted him.

Not having expected such a violent entrance to interrupt him Barty was caught unprepared, and so took the full brunt of the explosion, nearly knocking him down.

And there, standing in the doorway like his very own angel of vengeance, was Hermione Granger in all her regal splendor.

Unwilling to let Harry out of her sight, she followed along as Professor Moody led Harry to his office. She settled in to listen and wait for them to finish so she could take her Harry and comfort him in any way he needed.

Once they had some time alone together, she could hold his head against her bosom and run her fingers through his beautiful raven locks. Help him realize that everything will be alright from now on with her at his side. She'd make sure of it. 'No matter what…' Hermione thought darkly at the lengths she will go to, to ensure her Harry's happiness.

That was when she heard the conversation turn to something she didn't like. Not one bit.

Her wand was in her hand and a full strength Bombarda Maxima rendered the door into kindling in the blink of an eye.

She was rather good at blowing holes in things considering Hermione had to use the same spell to the same effect, in order to rescue Harry's godfather last year.

Standing in the threshold of the room, the brown haired Gryffindor took in the sight of Harry bound to a chair, and the imposter just now recovering.

Barty Crouch Jr raised his wand to dispose of the newcomer, but Hermione was more than ready to put an end to this and save Harry.

"Incendio!"

"Avada KeAAHHHH!"

Hermione's quicker spell connected to Barty's wand arm interrupting his own spell casting, as well as giving him a more pressing concern of being on fire.

As it turns out, not only was Hermione great at creating an entrance, she was also adept at setting teachers on fire to save Harry. Well technically this was the first time she got the right teacher, but the point still stood.

Now that she had effectively neutralized the threat to her love's life, Hermione strode forward purposely ignoring the screaming Barty who was desperately patting at his arm in a futile effort to put out the flames as they started to spread further and further up his arm.

"Hermione!" Harry exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding, as his face lit up in a bright smile seeing his friend come to his rescue.

"Honestly Harry." The bushy haired girl lightly chastises him. "What would you do without me?" She continues as she smoothly transitions into straddling his lap.

"Hermione?" Harry repeated her name in a questioning tone at the sudden development and slight disbelief.

Hermione shivers lightly both at the contact and at the thrill of pleasure that traveled down her spine from the sound of her name on his lips. "Do you have any idea of what it does to me when you say my name Harry?" She says in a breathy whisper as she places her hands on either side of his face and looking deep into his gorgeous green eyes.

"Her- mmmph!" The dark haired teenager doesn't get to finish as the brown eyed beauty closed the distance and claimed his lips. And that was the only way to describe it as she hungrily tasted him. Taking advantage of his mouth already being slightly open in mid-speech to slide her tongue in and playfully bat teasingly at his own

Hermione's heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest in happiness. She should have done this a long time ago! She remembered wanting to wait, drop hints, and let Harry make the first move as boy's are traditionally supposed to. But she just couldn't wait for him to take a hint anymore. Hermione had almost lost him, so she hoped he wouldn't mind if she was just a little selfish and declared her intentions for him. It was a little backwards from how things are usually done, but that was okay with her.

The snogging session didn't last nearly long enough in either teens opinion before they were interrupted.

"Aguamenti! Incarcerous!" Two rapidly cast spells put out the fire that had spread to cover Barty's upper torso, and bound him in ropes much the same way Harry still was.

"Ahem." And "Oh my." Came from Headmaster Dumbledore and Deputy Headmistress McGonagall as they took in the sight Hermione Granger doing her level best find the back of Harry's throat with her tongue.

The two amorous teens broke apart, Harry in disappointment, and Hermione in frustration at what would no doubt be a far too long conversation. She could think of better things to do with this time, all of which involved her and Harry having alone time.

"Ms. Granger, if you could please separate yourself from Harry, we could set him free and get this mess sorted out." The headmaster says with an amused twinkle in his eye.

Internally however, he was going through mental gymnastics trying to figure out how he was going to get things back on track according to his plans. He didn't expect the teens to become so enamored with each other, especially with how he had been subtly nudging Hermione towards Ron and Harry towards Ginny.

The Weasley's were avid supporters of him, and he wanted to do something nice for them by setting up their younger children for success. A brilliant witch for the youngest son whose success would be his success. And a Potter heir for the youngest daughter allowing them the title that came with it along with what was left of the Potter fortune. It had seemed like that was the direction things were heading in, even without any overt interference. Now he had to start getting alternative methods ready.

Minerva McGonagall's thoughts were different however, and in direct contrast to her stern expression. She may have been wearing a disapproving frown on the outside, but inside she was jumping for joy at what she saw as a mini James and Lily. She had no intention of allowing history to repeat itself though. The head of Gryffindor house would make sure the son of her favorite students lived a long and full life, Voldemort, Dumbledore, and anyone else be damned.

After a moment for Hermione to recompose herself, and free Harry from the ropes, the adults levitated a moaning Barty into the same chair that previously contained Harry.

McGonagall's normal composure broke in a gasp that escaped her when she recognized the imposter of Alastor Moody. To her credit she recovered quickly and pressed her lips into a thin, disapproving line, far more severe than what she usually reserved for unruly students.

Around this time, Cornelius Fudge, the Minster for Magic arrived in the company of two dementors. While the floating, cloaked, soul sucking demons normally caused a reaction in Harry, he found he was still floating on cloud nine thanks to Hermione's earlier ministrations.

"Bartemius Crouch Jr. So you were the one who entered Harry's name in the cup in a plot to resurrect your master. You did this by impersonating Alastor Moody?" Dumbledore phrased the last part as a question but to everyone in the room it was obviously meant as a statement of fact.

"Barty Crouch Jr surely it can't be? He died in Azkaban!" The portly minister denied vehemently, all the while spinning his bowler hat in between his fingers faster and faster in a nervous habit.

"My mother convinced my father to save my life." Crouch spat out making it clear to all how much he hated the man judging by the venom in his voice when he referred to him.

"So she switched places with me. Taking my appearance with Polyjuice and died before it ran out. Then my father kept me prisoner in his home, keeping me under the Imperious curse for all these years." He elaborates. "But then my master freed me as I knew he would! And hatched a plot to regain his physical form. I captured Moody and kept him in his own trunk while I impersonated him with Polyjuice all year. All to make sure Potter's blood was used. And now Lord Voldemort has returned Hahahaha!" Barty Crouch ends his rant in mad, cackling laughter at his perceived success.

"No, no, no! I won't believe it. Y-you're wrong!" Minister Fudge denied. "Azkaban and all those years of Imperious must have driven him completely round the bend. But you broke the law, you admitted it, dementors! By the authority of the Ministry you are hereby to execute Barty Crouch Jr, so I say, so mote it be!" He said in a panic.

Choruses of "No" and "Don't" spilled forth from the others in the room as they realized the minister would use this opportunity to silence a witness and cover the entire situation up.

It was already too late. In such a small, enclosed space, there wasn't enough time to stop them, and no one wanted to actually stand between a dementor and its food. Especially when no one particularly liked the person who was about to lose their soul.

Barty Crouch continued to laugh like a mad man, all the way up until the end. Content that his success meant his masters return. The dementor floated away from his still form to reveal a soulless body, with dead, lifeless eyes.

"I'm disappointed in you Cornelius." Albus said in sorrow.

"I don't care Dumbledore. I'm not about to let you or anyone else incite a panic! You-know-who is dead and I won't hear another word about it." Fudge said as he stormed out of the room.

Harry was left stunned after the day's events. It was an almost surreal experience, but with one year after another of the same life risking adventures, he was finally become jaded to it.

A hand slipped into his and he looked to see it was Hermione. Harry blushed remembering how she had him at her mercy earlier and couldn't keep the smile off his face at how fun his first kiss was. He always imagined the first time showing any kind of affection would be awkward. It may have been a little sloppy, but it felt right in the moment and he really enjoyed it. And if the knowing smile on Hermione's face was any indication, then it felt good for her too.

"Let's go Harry." The chocolate eyed girl said as she started leading him away and up to their common room to rest after the day they had. They'd deal with everything else later.

The next few days saw a miasma of fear as rumors and speculation of what happened at the end of the third task ran rampant in the halls of Hogwarts.

Harry was mostly unaware of the stares that followed him these days. The raven haired young man was more concerned with his new girlfriend. Or at least he thought she was his girlfriend. When he asked what their relationship was now, she just smiled mysteriously at him and said he was 'her everything'. The poor boy still hadn't figured out what she meant by that, but just chalked it up to his lack of experience with all things affection related.

They were just preparing to leave for the summer when Harry decided to pay one last visit Fleur Delacour in the hospital wing in order to check on her. She had been exposed to the cruciatus curse during the third task, by an imperioused Viktor Krum.

"How are you doing Ms. Delacour?" Harry asked as he walked up to her bed.

"'Arry, you must call me Fleur I insist, we are friends non?" She asks with an exaggerated pout.

"Okay Fleur." He tests out her name on his tongue.

The beautiful veela took this moment to really take in Harry Potter for the first time. In the beginning she could admit she disliked him, having thought he cheated to enter the tournament like most everyone else had. But with every task they undertook together put the thought that he had done this to himself to rest.

He had out flown a dragon with a stunning display of aerial acrobatics. But where he really set himself apart was how far he was willing to go for someone he didn't even know. He had no reason to stay behind and make sure Fleur's sister, Gabrielle, made it safely out of the lake. Especially after the way she had insulted him by calling him a 'leetle boy'. Although in her defense, with how every other man had reacted to her veela allure, to see the dark haired teenager have no reaction made her think he either hadn't gone through puberty yet or was homosexual.

But with the rumors she'd heard of this Granger girl staking a claim on him by public displays of hand holding and kissing, the silver blonde haired veela knew he was as straight as they come. She started berating herself on how she couldn't see it before. Harry had always looked at other girls, not ogling, but appreciating the female form.

And the fact that this young man was immune to her allure! She cursed herself for dismissing the possibility that he was just that powerful and had such a strong will. The blue eyed woman didn't want to believe that a Hogwarts professor had been using the imperious curse on students. But apparently he had, and even more astoundingly, Harry had thrown it off.

These were all sure signs that he will make a perfect mate for her. There was no more time to berate herself over her late start now though. She was already behind now that he had a girlfriend. At least all wasn't lost.

She was a full blooded veela, a creature that oozed sex and sensuality. Over the years the veela coven had been cultivating a new image to better blend in with wizarding society; by trying to distance themselves from being classified as magical creatures. The facts however, were that any child a veela conceives will always be a full veela female. But this was fine by Fleur, and she'd make it fine by Harry as well.

Already she was planning on how to seduce the emerald eyed champion, and his girlfriend if that proved necessary. It shouldn't be too difficult to set herself up as a second wife, not so uncommon in the wizarding world. This was perfect considering she couldn't give him any male heirs. The fact that her children, and all veela the world over, would benefit from having the support of the last Potter was only a bonus on top. Fleur would make sure Harry was well satisfied for the rest of his life. It was the least she could do. And right now she could feel her blood singing in her veins that this was her mate and she reveled in the feeling of him being in such close proximity.

"I'm feeling better now 'zhat you're 'ere 'Arry." Fleur said lustily while taking his hand and bringing it up to cup her face.

It should be mentioned that Harry had been on the receiving end of such affection very little in his life. But he had been in Hogwarts a solid four years now and most students weren't very discreet, or at least not as much as they thought they were.

Because of this he had a pretty good idea of where Fleur was going with this.

"Fleur, I'm dating someone right now." Harry said with more conviction than he felt as she started planting kisses on his hand while not breaking eye contact.

"Oh 'Arry." She laughed angelically. "You're a powerful wizard 'Arry. And you will 'ave many women because of it. Your girlfriend might not be able to 'andle that, but I can." The blonde said with determination.

Quicker than he could react, Fleur pulled him down into a heated kiss, her warm mouth and tongue more skilled than Hermione's had been, caressed and glided along his own before she eventually pulled away slightly with a sultry moan.

Harry didn't have much time to feel guilt after the shock wore off because the blue eyed veela who'd just stolen a kiss leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You are the last Potter 'Arry, you will need wives, mistresses, and concubines my love, and I will be one of them."

Her hot breath in his ear, combined with her tongue snaking out to lightly tease his ear while she moaned caused him to groan in primal need.

With a final nip on his lobe at finally getting the desired reaction out of him she pulls back and smirks coquettishly.

"Write to me this summer 'Arry while I look for somezing to do in London to be close to you."

Walking out of the Hospital wing with a painfully hard erection caused by the lascivious veela, Harry wasn't sure how he was going to explain this to Hermione. The raven haired teen did know that Hermione would want to research some of the things Fleur had told him, and he would admit to being curious as well.

Ron had been a jealous prat since the day after the third task. As soon as he found out about Hermione and Harry being closer than 'just friends' he lost it. It didn't matter to him that Harry, his supposed best mate, had almost died. And from the things he was saying, Hermione's feelings weren't even a consideration.

Unfortunately for the red headed Weasley, Harry had already forgiven him once this year and had no intention of giving him another chance. As far as Harry and Hermione were concerned, they were done with Ron and had let him know in a very public forum of the Gryffindor common room before all the students filed down to the carriages that would take them to the train.

Because of this, Hermione and Harry decided to share a compartment just to themselves for the trip to King's Cross station.

The clever witch that Hermione was, used every advantage that this situation provided, to use every locking and secrecy spell she knew on the door. This was going to be their moment and she wouldn't be letting Ron, or Malfoy, or even any of their actual friends interrupt her Harry time.

Poor Harry didn't realize that what he thought were simple locking and silencing charms, where actually so complex it would take an unspeakable to even find the door, and a small team of curse breakers to knock it down in any reasonable time frame.

The emerald eyed teen was effectively trapped in the room and at the mercy of a lustful Hermione. He had no idea that she would soon be having her wicked ways with him.

Turning around from ensuring the young lovers privacy for the rest of the trip, she reached up and pulled Harry down into a long, slow lip lock.

He had thoroughly enjoyed this as the two had been getting better every day. Learning what each other liked. Harry by listening to her soft moans and mewls, and Hermione by how possessively she could make him grip her.

Even now, as their tongues danced a slow waltz, his left hand settled in to rest on her still covered ass and occasionally give an appreciative squeeze; while his right snaked and threaded through her hair at the base of her neck where he would give a strong pull sending pleasure racing down her body that settled as an ache deep in her loins.

Harry gently pulled her soft hair again slightly to the side so he could get access to her neck. The green eyed young man was inordinately pleased with himself when he discovered this weak spot of hers all on his own.

"Harry…" She trailed off with a gasp and ran her own fingers into his messy hair to push him in deeper into her slender collar.

Having gotten at what he wanted, Harry released her hair and brought both hands to her waist, holding Hermione's soft body against him.

"Mione." Harry's voice rumbled as he lightly grazed his teeth on her nape, where her neck met her shoulder.

And that's what set her off. She had warned him what saying her name like that did to her, so he had no one to blame but himself.

She pushed him back from her sharp and suddenly. Unprepared for the shift, he fell back into the bench seat of the compartment. Looking up in confusion and slightly worried he'd pushed her past her comfort zone, he couldn't have been more wrong.

Hermione had already shucked her outer robe allowing it to pool on the floor. "Shh Harry. Let me take care of you." The chocolate eyed woman seductively told him after placing a finger against his lips to halt him from talking.

She steps back slightly, loosening her tie, and turns around. Slowly swaying her hips from side to side catches Harry's gaze and puts him into an open mouth trance that he can't look away from.

As Hermione steadily unbuttons her blouse, after removing the rest of her attire, she throws a quick look over her shoulder and notices her Harry's current state.

Her heart swells with pride that she has him so captivated, and decides to give him a small preview of what's to come.

Hermione lifted her skirt just enough to give him a view of her black lace panty clad ass that showed just enough cheek to be tantalizing.

She heard the click of his jaw snapping shut and knew he had got a good eyeful of what she had to offer. The brunette turned around to face him again, tugging her skirt down in the front a little while still swaying her hips.

"What do you think Harry?" She asked in a quiet voice and biting her lower lip.

"You're beautiful Hermione." He answers honestly. He was tempted to say she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen but a flash of Voldemort's new body went through his mind. And he couldn't lie to this beautiful woman in front of him who so clearly wanted him as much as he wanted her.

A dark lust glinted in Hermione's eyes at her love's heartfelt admission. She was so happy that he desired her and she was ready to give everything to him. He deserves nothing less than the best in life.

Her skirt is unzipped and falls to the floor, while she shrugs off her blouse and carelessly lets it drop to join the rest of the uniform.

Harry's jaw once again finds itself opened when he realizes she wasn't wearing a bra. He drinks in the appearance of her bare chest. Her perfect soft mounds that would just fit in the palms of his hands, capped with small, pink, perky nipples that are already hardened in her excitement.

The raven haired teen couldn't even move, frozen like a deer in headlights, his brain didn't know how to respond. But where his brain failed him, his body was on top of the situation with its natural reaction to seeing naked female flesh.

Hermione, however, wasted no time as she dropped to her knees without hesitation and fished out Harry's cock with an almost desperate need. It was her turn to be surprised today as she grasped a solid log of meat in her dainty hand.

Unsure of its exact size, she could tell that if she wrapped both of her hands around it she would just have room for a third hand to completely cover it. That was a bit of a misnomer though. She couldn't quite get her fingers to touch as she gripped the thick cock, meaning he was at least as thick as her wrist.

She felt an incredible heat coming off of the penis that she slowly started stroking, taking in its size and shape, memorizing every inch that her eyes feasted upon.

A small dollop of pre was on the tip so she dutifully licked it up without hesitation. The sweet ambrosia of his taste exploded in her taste buds, lighting up her pleasure receptors as if she was the one who just got licked.

Harry groans from the sight and it's all Hermione needs to spur her on. Circling the tip with her tongue, the chocolate eyed woman stares right at Harry as she does so.

It isn't long before she opens wide to engulf the head of his dick and starts bobbing slowly. It stretches her mouth, but not yet painfully, and she continues to lavish attention on it by swirling her tongue along the underside in a steady side to side motion.

By this time Harry is panting. The raven haired teen can't help the primal feeling of lust that wells up within him, and he want's nothing more than to grab Hermione's hair and urge her to take more of his penis into her heavenly mouth. But he resists. He'd overheard candid shower room talk from the three chasers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team discuss how they all hated it when a lover would try to put their hands on the back of their heads and force them to go faster than they were ready. And Harry was determined to be a good lover to Hermione if this wonderful sensation is something he could look forward to from now on.

Hermione, meanwhile, was lost in a heady haze of lust as the musk of Harry's scent flooded her nose. So lost in fact that she was running on autopilot as she started bathing all along the sides of this dick with her tongue. Eventually she worked her way down to the base where the smell of Harry was strongest. Tilting her head and pressing her lips to the underside of his cock, she proceeded to kiss and suck while stroking the top half with her hand until she caught his eye.

Once she had she pulled back only to smoothly dart forward and once again taking his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head furiously back and forth.

She made it a full half way down the shaft before she encountered resistance as her throat betrayed her. But she didn't let that stop her for she was nothing if not a determined witch.

"Glrrk, glrrk, glrrk."

The compartment was filled with the sounds of the brunette doing her best to take this cock all the way to the base, a few tears causing her mascara to run as saliva drooled freely down Harry's shaft and onto her own perky tits in a sloppy mess.

This incredible sight of such a beautiful woman choking herself on his dick was more than enough for him to blow. "Hermione I'm cumming!" Harry warned her while grasping her shoulders, unsure of the proper etiquette for cumming on, or in a girl.

As it turns out he needn't have worried. Hermione pulled back until she had just the head in her mouth and forced her tongue to work over time while pumping the rest of him with both hands. Her eyes looked up to him beseechingly, begging for him to cum with her chocolate eyes.

So cum he did. He couldn't say no to her in this situation. Rope after rope of his cum shot with force right to the back of her throat.

She coughed a little bit, causing some to spill onto her chin but she kept at it, hell bent on not wasting a drop of her new favorite treat. The taste was divine on her tongue, not at all the salty or bitter she thought it would be.

The sheer volume was enough that she had to gulp down a mouthful before Harry started to taper off and he slumped back after he was spent.

Harry was still trying to catch his breath from what just became his newest patronus memory, when he realized that Hermione was being oddly silent. When he looked at her again his emerald orbs widened in complete disbelief.

There she was still in her knees, tear tracks left by her makeup, saliva glistening on her chest, and his cum still in her mouth on clear display for him as she rolled it around on her tongue. She finally closed her mouth and audibly swallowed before starting to clean up around her mouth and chin where some of his seed had spilled. Inwardly she vowed to herself to get better so that next time she could take him fully down her throat.

"Thank you Harry! That was incredible." Hermione said dreamily.

'That can't be right.' Harry thought to himself. 'She's thanking me for that?'

Well that just wouldn't do. Harry was a gentleman and more than happy to reciprocate her fantastic oral skills.

With that in mind he gently got her attention by kissing her and pulling her up to the seat with him. She was soon whimpering in pleasure as he brushed his left hand across her perky boobs. Lightly circling around her nipple before suddenly pinching it.

"Oh Harry!" She gasped out at the sudden explosion of pleasure that he caused. This was the first time he was playing with her bare breasts, it was over the clothes petting before this, and he promised himself that some other day he would have to give all his attention and proper respect to playing with Hermione's sensitive tits.

He used this time to kiss his way down her neck and shoulder, spending a little bit of time to pay attention to her neglected nipple by circling his tongue around it before giving it a gentle suck.

Harry slipped his fingers into the waist of her panties and slid them down when she lifted her hips to help him remove the last article of her clothing. They were completely soaked through, he idly noticed before taking a kneeling position before her and spreading her legs apart.

She blushed and looked away, but didn't protest the action. So taking that as permission to continue he starts laying kisses along her left thigh. When he got closer to her pink folds he noticed a slight change in the taste of her skin. Upon licking the rest of the way Harry realized that she had been so turned on from sucking his cock, that not only were her knickers drenched, but her juices had been running down her legs.

The black haired teen turned his attention to her other leg and made his way up that one at the same, even pace as before.

By now Hermione was panting and squirming in anticipation, but his strong hands held her in place.

Harry pulled her to the edge of the seat and paused one final time to take in the sight of her obscenely drooling pussy and her small patch of pubic hair, trimmed into a triangle pointing down.

'It's best to start simple and work my way up.' Harry thinks to himself. His tongue extends and runs up from the bottom of her slit to her clit, causing Hermione to squeak and cover her mouth with her hands as she looks at Harry with her wide chocolate eyes.

Marking the little nub that seems to be a bundle of nerves as something important, he dives in eagerly to enjoy her taste. Harry seals his lips around her puffy labia and slowly charts out all of these new, undiscovered, weak spots.

This ended up being slightly more difficult to accomplish than he thought however. As he gradually explores every sensitive fold, occasionally dipping into her tunnel, he tries to listen to her body's reactions to see how he's doing. But all the stimulation the teen had given her was driving her ever closer to the largest orgasm of the young woman's life and a side effect was her incoherent mumblings of 'yes' and 'more' as her body shakes and trembles.

With that in mind he decides to try something out and closes his eyes. Keeping the image of a snake at the forefront of his mind, Harry begins to tell her how much he appreciates her. Instead of normal words, hissing spills forth, and he puts it to good use.

The rapid flicking of his tongue feels like a vibrator, or very much like what one would feel like, Hermione mused. And that was her last coherent thought as the orgasm that had started as a small fire when she started sucking Harry's dick had been enflamed into a roaring inferno.

"Oh fuck Harrrrrrryyyyyy!" She wailed in ecstasy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." She couldn't help but repeat as her orgasm seized her body, causing her to shake and tremble as every nerve ending lights up in her body and she starts to see spots while screaming herself hoarse. Not for the first time she's glad to have the forethought of silencing charms or else the whole carriage they were on would have heard her cumming.

Her feminine cum begins to flood from her quivering cunt and Harry latches his mouth to her lower lips, drinking as much of the sweet nectar as he can. The taste is something that's hard for him to put a finger on, but he chalks it up to Hermione's unique flavor. And he's more than happy to consume her juices.

He barely noticed that the bushy haired girl had, at some point, entwined her finger in his hair. Harry certainly notices when she roughly pulls him up to her and into a heated kiss.

Heedless of tasting herself on his lips, all she can think about is Harry. How wonderful he is and how much she needs him. And especially how selfish she just was. She was here for Harry's pleasure and would make sure he knew that by the end of the trip.

With that in mind, Hermione starts pulling at his clothes to get him fully naked. Now on even footing she lays down on the carpeted floor, and spreads her legs to give Harry a great view of what belongs to him now.

"Harrrryyy please." She begs from her position on the floor of the compartment.

He couldn't help his cock becoming almost painfully erect at the erotic sight of his favorite bookworm. Without any more preamble he kneels down in front of her and lines up the head of his dick with her still drooling entrance.

Harry prods gently at her puffy lips and smears it around in order to coat himself in her steaming hot juices when something comes over him. The raven haired teen noticed her squirming, panting, and slight bucking of her hips trying to get him inside her.

"Please what Hermione?" He questions with a smirk at the power he has over the normally composed woman beneath him.

And she doesn't hesitate a moment. Not when the ache inside her had only gotten worse with their sexual exploration of each other. "Fuck me Harry! Fuck me please! I'm your needy little cock sleeve for you to use whenever you want! Your filthy little cum slut and I want your cum inside me now! Please! Master…"

Harry wanted to call her out on her language like she had done to him so many times before. But he was so incredibly turned on by her wanton confession that he slowly buried inch after inch inside of her wet, tight folds.

Hermione's mouth formed a silent 'O' as she felt herself being filled with a sensation she had never felt before. Looking down at where they were joined she could see her pussy lips stretching obscenely to accommodate her Harry invading her body. And there was still so much to go!

Eventually Harry encountered a barrier, and figuring that it was going to cause her a little pain to break through it anyway, it would be a good time to go as far as he could and allow her to get accustomed to his length.

With one swift push he broke her maidenhead and continued his motion, burying himself deep inside her.

Leaning down, her emerald eyed lover began laying tender kisses along her jaw and neck to comfort her. But she didn't need comforting oddly enough. Sure she felt a slight pinch as he claimed her first time, but the slight twinge of pain only lasted a moment.

Now, however, all she could feel was the pleasurable sensation of being full. Of being stretched beyond her capacity.

The brainy Gryffindor began bucking her hips lightly in encouragement. "More master, please." She whined pitifully.

Luckily that was all it took to set Harry off as he leans back up, sliding his arms under her legs, raising them and forcing them open to give him better access as he grips her slim waist with both hands.

Without a word he slowly pulls his member out of her, scraping along her insides. Hermione is worried for a moment that he'll turn her inside out as her pussy keeps a tight grip on him, trying to hold him inside. But the walls of her pussy are slick enough with her juices to allow his cock freedom even though they are dragged and stretched along with his meaty shaft from Harry's exit.

He is almost out of her, only his tip remaining inside, when he thrusts back in, stretching her walls once more to help her remember the shape of the only cock that will ever be inside her.

Hermione is moaning and thrashing, her fingers gripping at the carpet and randomly scattered clothes as Harry's dick continues to churn and stir up her insides.

The raven haired teen continues his steady thrusting, sinking deeper and deeper with every stroke. Until finally he bottoms out in her, still with an inch of dick left to go.

Harry doesn't mind though. And he starts to thrust in, harder and harder, kissing the entrance to her womb with the tip of his penis.

The beautiful, chocolate eyed woman is steadily turned into a gorgeous mess beneath him. Stammering incoherently and slurring her words as her brain was slowly being re-written into her new role as Harry's protector, lover, cumslut, future mother of his children. Whatever he had need of she would become it for him.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me oh FUCK ME!" She continued to scream and writhe in pleasure as Harry picked up speed, slamming into her greedy cunt at a blistering pace.

Finally her cervix had softened up enough from his head's repeated battering. It just couldn't take anymore and was forced to accommodate his cock's insistent demands for entrance into her womb.

Harry's dick at last was buried completely into the tight, warm snatch of Hermione. As his cock pushed past her cervix he felt as if the head of his cock was sealed off by a tight ring deep inside her. The feeling of her cunt muscles milking him while this ring wouldn't let him go, caused him to lose control at last.

He groaned deeply as he leaned down and gently sank his teeth into her shoulder, not enough to break skin but enough to feel it as he knew she loved. Harry short forth his seed in force and greater amounts than before from Hermione's oral treatment.

White hot pleasure painted Hermione's insides and she could feel a molten warmth inside her womb, giving her a sense of completeness that she never knew she was missing until now. As Harry's baby batter coated her insides she knew she was addicted. No beyond addicted, she knew she couldn't live without this anymore. Not that she could even comprehend going back to the way things were as her mind almost blanked with the force of the orgasm she'd been having since he entered her, reached a crescendo.

Harry slowly pulls himself out of her with a soft popping sound as if her pussy was giving the head of his penis a kiss goodbye for now with the promise of more later. He could only stare at the gaping, sloppy hole of the bushy haired girl's freshly used cunt and admire his handiwork. She looked so beautiful as a spent mess and the knowledge that he was the one to bring her to this state sent his heart soaring with pride.

"Thank you Harry. Thank you so much." Hermione gushed happily at their successful coupling.

"No thank you Hermione, but I came inside you in the heat of the moment." He says with concern tinging his voice.

She smiles and leans into his shoulder as they recovered enough to move to the seat and breathes his scent in deeply. "Don't worry about it love. I'm on the potion." She says, bringing a measure of relief to him. "When you're ready I'll happily bear your children." She continued with the beatific smile while she absently rubs her stomach where her womb is, feeling Harry's seed sloshing inside her.

The raven haired young man breathed a sigh of relief at both her admissions. But he didn't know why the thought of breeding the intelligent witch in his arms stirred something inside him and made him feel euphoric. He'd think on it later, content to bask in the afterglow of losing his virginity.

Hundreds of miles away, Malfoy Manor

The prone form of Voldemort laid underneath her covers, panting and sweating. She had just been sleeping, having kept a mostly nocturnal schedule since her resurrection in order to maneuver and plot at night.

When a sudden jolt of pleasure surged through her, unceremoniously waking her up. Looking around and seeing nothing nearby that could be the cause for her sudden arousal, she turns her mind inward.

What she sees shocks and infuriates her. The dark lady can see, and more importantly feel, flashes of pleasure as her Harry fucks some mudblood whore! How dare that little slut seduce her Harry! But what's even worse is that she stole his first time.

Voldemort didn't have a problem with Harry keeping pets to slake his urges, that was fine and perfectly normal. Expected even when he rules at her side. But she couldn't forgive someone else taking his first time. That belonged to her and Voldemort would have to find a suitable punishment for the girl. Perhaps force her to watch as the dark lady claimed Harry every day and not allow her a taste.

The dark lady settled into exploring her new body, letting the sensations from her connection to Harry wash over and intermix with her own questing hands. 'It would be a shame to waste this opportunity to see him after all.' She thinks to herself as she plunges two fingers into her wet and soaking pussy. By Circe did this new body feel positively divine!

"Harry." His name spills past her lips as she brings herself to one, earth shattering orgasm after another. Voldemort continues her long session of pleasuring herself while she thinks about what to do.

She wants him, desperately, but she can't just go and take him. She knows this now. He would fight her, and while she could break him in time, it would be infinitely better if he came to her willingly. So she would have to find out more about him. Draco was due to arrive back today and she had just gotten back into contact with Snape, who had positioned himself well as a spy in Dumbledore's ranks. Such good forethought on his part. Hopefully they would be able to tell her more about Harry.

King's Cross Station

Hermione and Harry embraced passionately one final time as they said their goodbyes.

"I know the headmaster said it would be too dangerous to stay in contact this summer and that I'm supposed to stay at my relatives bu-mmph!" Hermione cut Harry of with a quick kiss.

"Don't worry Harry. You just leave it to me." She says mysteriously.

The young couple held hands as they walked through the barrier of nine and three quarters. Arriving amidst the bustling crowd of travelers, Hermione noticed her parents waiting for her on the other side.

"Come on Harry, let's go meet my parents!" The brunette said excitedly as she drags Harry along with her.

The black haired teen swallows his nervousness, having had the last part of the trip to mentally prepare himself for this moment. It's not like they were going to tell her parents what they had been up to not even an hour ago after all. So he should have nothing to worry about.

"Mum, dad, this is Harry Potter." She introduces without preamble.

Giving Mr. Granger's hand a firm shake and bushing his lips against the back of Mrs. Granger's, Harry greets the two parents of his best friend. "Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Granger."

"Dan and Emma please Harry. You're our daughter's best friend and I think we know you well enough from the letters she's written home about you. Besides we met you briefly a few years ago in Diagon Alley already." Her father replies.

"Yes we're thrilled to have you looking after our daughter." Her mother continues.

"How could I not? She's been my best friend and has been there for me through thick and thin." Harry says with a smile.

Hermione blushes and gives him a tight hug for his efforts and promises to keep in touch.

Once the Granger family is in the car and on their way home, Emma decides it's time to speak to her daughter. "So Hermione honey, what's the plan to wrangle Harry into marriage?" She asks in the same tone as if talking about the weather.

Dan chokes on air and sputters while trying to keep them on the road.

"Don't worry mum. I'm well on my way. There isn't much competition yet so I'll get there first. Not about to let some two bit hussy come along this late in the game and try to steal him away." Hermione responds in an equally conversational tone.

Emma has a happy gleam in her eye as she smiles brightly at her daughter. She'd noticed her slight limp on the way to the car and knew her beautiful daughter really was moving right along in being with that wonderful young man who had Hermione's heart. She'd had a feeling it would reach this point eventually, and after seeing how they interacted at the train station Emma was feeling quite proud.

At first she was prepared to pull her aside when they got home and give her a talk to just make sure she was being responsible. But now she might also try to brainstorm ways to make sure they were happy. It looked like a mother daughter shopping trip was in the near future.

"I'm not sure I like how this conversation is going." Dan Granger finally gets out.

"Oh relax darling, it's young love and there is nothing wrong with that. Besides, would you rather she go after Harry, the one who jumped on the back of a troll to save her when he went to make sure she was safe? Or that Ron child? You know the one who bullied her and made her cry in the bathroom in the first place?" Emma asked with an arched eyebrow.

The two adults knew she was right. They couldn't ask for a better suitor for Hermione. He rather liked the lad based on everything he'd heard when Hermione wrote home to them. But she was still his little girl and he felt his fatherly instincts rile up whenever there was talk of boys sniffing around her. At least he could concede that Harry was an alright sort, and had already proven himself with how far he'd gone in the past for their only daughter. So he could give his tacit approval for a relationship between the two. He gave his wife a significant look and nodded his head once, causing a smile to light up her face.

Meanwhile back at the train station, Harry was dreading having to see his relatives again. His uncle was gruff as always, tightly restraining himself from shouting like he wanted to in order to appear normal in such a public venue.

Dudley was his usual annoying self, in that he kept making known what a trial it was for him that he didn't currently have anything delicious to eat, interspersed with calling Harry names, and making demands for things he wants.

Petunia was the most curious however. All through the trip home she kept glancing at him when she thought he wasn't looking. The strange part, however, was how she wasn't looking at him with disdain like he expected, but with an emotion that he couldn't quite put his finger on. If he had to guess it looked somewhat like guilt, or remorse. But having never seen the look on his aunt before he didn't recognize it.

'Oh well', he thought to himself. He'd just have to content himself with looking forward to hearing from Hermione, and maybe getting to visit her this summer.

A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience and I sincerely hope you enjoyed the second chapter of Aggressive Love. You guys are absolutely incredible with your support, and I'm especially glad to see that others are happy to see a Fem!Voldemort. I'm sorry it took so long to post the chapter. And as always favorites, follows, and reviews are appreciated.

I would like to give special thanks to The Dark Dragen and Backstabbing Fiend for catching my mistakes in the first chapter. You guys are awesome!