Chapter Five.
Hogwarts, June 24 1995:
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 alerted that 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 Triwizard Cup away while holding onto Cedric's limp form.
"Voldemort's back. Peter Pettigrew murdered Cedric." Harry said, his voice sounding husky, 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. People panicked in light of the shocking revelation. Some were panicking over this, fearing that the Dark Lord would suddenly appear, to kill them. Whilst a lot more of them were denying all this, that Harry was wrong or mistaken, as the Dark Lord was dead and there was no way he could be back.
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 herself 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.
Honestly, if they weren't around others, he would have taken her there and then. Although what happened in the graveyard was bad, it was also good. Having sex for the first time. Sure it was forced, but by the end of it, he wanted more and was now horny as hell.
Anyway, Harry had already known for a while that his best friend was budding to become 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 alright. 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?
But now? Now, he didn't care. The moment that they were alone, he was going to show her how he felt about him. With luck, she would be willing to have some fun together.
Their embrace was cut short abruptly by Dumbledore practically ripping Harry out of Hermione's grasp. More than a little startled and upset at this, 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 ironclad 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. Leaving out the fact that he was now a she, and that she had sex with her. That if she didn't mention that his parents death was a mistake, he would have fucked her longer, raped her, made her his. Harry had to admit it felt strange thinking like that, but he couldn't help but to like it.
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. If he looked longer, he would have seen a dark seed growing within the man in front of him. A seed that made the young man yearn for power and sex. 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.
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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 woman. 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. Yet again he left out the fact that he had fucked the former man turned female, that he enjoyed it so much. That was something he was still trying to work out 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 would an Auror who fought against Voldemort during the war keep honouring 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 tingling 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, err, 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 was helping you get through all those tasks through the shadow. 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 fervour 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, the numerous scars disappeared 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 was 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 splendour.
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Hermione Granger wasn't sure what it was, but when Professor Moody led Harry away, she felt uneasy. Her friend had just been through something awful and he was being taken away from his friends. So, to make sure he was fine, she followed her friend.
Harry was her first ever friend she had and over the years it had only gotten stronger. Sure for a bit, she thought she had feelings for her other friend Ron Weasley, for some strange reason. But with how he had been treating her this year, she realized she loved Harry more. She knew that he was the only one who would treat her for her when he learns what she really was. That she was no longer human, but a kind of cat-girl.
Upon seeing him so hurt, she realized that she would do anything and everything to keep him happy. It didn't matter what it was, be it killing someone or giving her whole body and soul to him, whatever made him happy, she would give it to him. So, because of this, she was unwilling to let Harry out of her sight, and so 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. Even giving her body to him.
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!" Hermione cast the fire spell.
At the same time, Crouch Jr began to cast the Killing Curse, "Avada KeAAHHHH!"
But Hermione's spell was quicker and it 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 neutralised 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 that 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 travelled 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 didn'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. The kiss was sending fireworks within her. It was more than she ever imagined it would be like, she had no idea why she waited so long to kiss Harry. She should have done this a long time ago!
However, she remembered wanting to wait, to drop some hints, and let Harry make the first move as boy's are traditionally supposed to. But after tonight, after Harry nearly dying again, she just couldn't wait to drop these hints for him to take a hint. 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.
She wanted to show how serious she was, so as she was kissing him, she lowered one of her hands from his head and ran it down his body. As her hand got to his trousers, she put her hand in them to play with his balls.
However, this make out 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 of Hermione Granger doing her level best to find the back of Harry's throat with her tongue, and playing with his balls.
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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. So she could finish what they had been doing, and so that she could feel that big cock she felt inside of her.
"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 enamoured 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 would make sure the son of her favourite 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 Minister 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, not wanting to believe that this was happening, but someone escaped Azkaban and somehow brought the most feared Dark Lord back to the world. No, he had to make sure no one knew about this.
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 finally became 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.
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It has been nearly a week since that day, and over that time saw a miasma of fear as rumours 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, Hermione. 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,' that she would be whatever he wanted her to be. No matter what it might be. 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.
Now, he would like nothing more but to have some alone time with Hermione, to explore what the two had. But with a school full of ghosts, teachers, and house-elves, it was hard to do. He didn't want his time with Hermione interrupted by someone. The best the two were able to do was to make out in empty classrooms when they could without any of their friends looking for them. Although another thing that made it so that they were going slow was because this was their first boyfriend/girlfriend experience. So, they wanted to see how it goes before they took the next step.
Although, it was hard for Harry. Since that night in the graveyard where he fucked the now female Lord Voldemort, he found himself very horny. He found it hard not to take Hermione and throw her over one of the desks and fuck her as they made out. But he wanted their first time to be special, not some place in the school where someone could find them.
It also didn't help that he was seeing images of Lord no Lady Voldemort being naked in his dreams, where he was fucking her. Fucking her in many ways. He also saw himself raping her, making her do things that he didn't think of before. It was making him horny when he woke up. He also had dreams of Voldemort as Tom Riddle training females to be his personal toys. That was until whenever he lost interest in sex.
These dreams quickly become where the image of Riddle was now him, Harry, and the women he was fucking was either, Hermione, Ginny Weasley, his mother, Lady Voldemort herself and a few others. For some reason, it would seem that Voldemort wanted him to know these sorts of things. Whilst it wasn't the kind of thing that Harry liked, he felt sickened at the idea of doing these things, it was turning him on and made it hard to be around women. Seeing how he wanted sex with someone, anyone to help with his sexual needs. He was just thankful he was able to fight these feelings.
He just feared he might break soon and do something he would regret. But so far he was fighting his sexual urges.
Right now, with him finishing preparing to leave for the summer, Harry decided to pay a visit to Fleur Delacour who was in the Hospital Wing, in order to check on her. It wasn't like that he liked her, but he had heard that she had been exposed to the Cruciatus Curse during the Third Task, by an Imperioused Viktor Krum. After hearing the story from his roommate, Neville Longbottom, about how his parents had lost their minds and were in a vegetative like state, Harry wanted to make sure that his fellow champion was okay.
Upon entering the Hospital Wing, he saw that Fleur Delacour was changed and walking about, picking her things up. Walking up to her bed, he asked, "How are you doing Ms. Delacour?"
"'Arry, you must call me Fleur I insist, we are friends non?" she asks with an exaggerated pout, suddenly feeling ashamed at how she acted towards him since the tournament started.
"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 that she disliked him, having thought he cheated to enter the tournament like most everyone else had. But with every task that they undertook together put the thought that he had done this to himself to rest.
What he did during the tournament was nothing but outstanding. She didn't think she could have done better herself.
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 little boy.' Although in her defence, 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 rumours 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. Since the Third Task, she had been 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 Imperius Curse on students. But apparently he had, and even more astoundingly, Harry had thrown it off after a few tries. Something that most adults were unable to do.
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 sexual magical creatures. The facts however, were that any child a Veela conceives will always be a full Veela female, who when they get to a certain age become very sexual and in need of sex. That's how they use their allure, to deal with their needs.
But this was fine by Fleur, and she'd make it fine by Harry as well. It would be even more interesting to do, seeing how her allure didn't work on the boy, no, on this young hunk of a man.
Already she was planning on how to seduce the emerald eyed champion, and his girlfriend if that proved necessary. Although the Veela prefer men over women, it wasn't uncommon for them to have sex with women if they can't find a man. And if they found a man they were interested in but they were dating, it wasn't uncommon to seduce the man's girlfriend too to deal with their sexual desires.
It shouldn't be too difficult to set herself up as a second wife, as it wasn't all that uncommon in the Wizarding World to have a second wife or have a few mistresses or concubines depending on how rich or/and they were. Seeing how powerful Harry was, she wouldn't be surprised at him wanting a few other women to help with his needs.
With her only being able to have only girls, she believed she could easily convince Harry to allow her to be a wife at least or if that's not possible a mistress or concubine.
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 revelled in the feeling of him being in such close proximity.
"I'm feeling better now zat you're 'ere 'Arry." Fleur said lustily while taking his hand and bringing it up to cup her face, "In fact, I've been told zat I'm allowed to leave now."
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.
"Listen Fleur, you might not have heard about this since you've been here since the Third Task, but 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. "Let's get out 'ere and I'll explain something to you."
Here Fleur led Harry out of the Hospital Wing and down to a corridor until the Veela pushed the younger boy into an empty classroom.
"Now 'Arry, there's something zat you need to understand, you're a powerful wizard 'Arry." explained Fleur, as she got close to Harry and ran her hand up and down his face. "And being powerful comes at a cost, for wizards and witches, zat comes in the form of having a higher sex drive. So, you'll be desiring to have more sex than a normal average wizard or witch. Because of being powerful, you will 'ave many women attracted to you and you'll more zan likely end up fucking zem. More so seeing how you're the last known Potter,' Arry. Zis means zat you'll need many wives, mistresses, and concubines to rebuild your family. I don't know if your girlfriend will be able to 'andle zat, 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.
She ground herself against him causing him to become instantly and painfully hard. Her mouth was a wonder of soft and warm caresses. Harry felt as if her tongue felt alive as she pressed it against his lips, gums, and teeth before he finally realised what she wanted and opened his mouth a little.
Fleur quickly took advantage and forced her tongue fully into his mouth and began a wrestling match with his tongue. She was running her fingers through the back of his hair and her body felt like it was trying to permanently join with his. The pressure on his cock as she rubbed herself against him was exquisite and Harry began to fear that if she carried on he was going to have some explaining to do to Hermione.
Just as suddenly as she had started, Fleur stopped and pulled away.
Harry was breathless and a little shaky on his feet not to mention as horny as hell and as hard as glass. Harry didn't have much time to feel guilty as the shock began to wear off, as the blue eyed Veela gave him a smouldering look just before she stepped into him again.
This time however, she stood slightly to the side and began to kiss his neck whilst her hand went straight to the bulge in his trousers. He gasped as she rubbed the length of his cock through the trousers a few times and then undid his zip and reached in through the fly hole, she pulled the front of his boxers down and brought his cock out into the light of day.
Harry knew he should try to stop this from happening, that he was with Hermione now. But thanks to the dreams he had been having and how sexy as hell Fleur was, he couldn't bring himself to do so. So, to get some of his sexual desires sorted, he was going to let this happen.
Harry felt her warm, soft hand encircled his cock as she began to pump it slowly. "Wow, you really are a big boy aren't you?" she asked him.
Harry's legs were shaking. He just stood there with his arms by his sides, panting whilst this gorgeous girl was tossing him off in the classroom. He groaned and Fleur chuckled. Before he knew what was going on, Fleur bent at the waist and sucked his cock straight into her mouth.
Harry thought he was going to cum right then but the Veela ran her teeth up and down the shaft a couple of times. Not hard enough to cause damage but hard enough to make him flinch, and certainly enough to remove the urge to cum. For about ten minutes she repeated this, lovingly sucking and licking the head and shaft, gently fondling his balls and as soon as she felt his balls begin to rise, down would come the teeth again.
Harry was becoming a gibbering wreck. That's when something snapped with the Boy-Who-Lived. He had enough of this bitch teasing him, making close to cumming but then stopping, he needed to cum. The only reason he didn't do something sooner was because he wanted to be polite and let the young woman have some fun. But it was taking her too long to make him cum.
So taking the older girl's head, he rammed his cock in and out of the Veela's mouth.
"Fuck yeah. That's more like it." Harry told Fleur, enjoying this feeling. Happy to finally get some release to his sexual desires, "That feels so fucking good. Suck that cock, slut."
Fleur couldn't believe it, she felt herself get weak at the talk she heard coming from this boy who was fucking her face. It was like some primal part of her was reawakening deep within her. A part that her race had been trying to hide for a long time, to show people that they weren't just a submissive sexual race, that there were more than that. It was something that Fleur tried to be like for so long, to show that she was a strong individual. That whilst she did have strong sexual desires, they didn't control her, that she didn't need to use her powers to have sex.
It wasn't long before she heard Harry say, "Finally… you're making me cum, slut."
With a grunt, Fleur felt Harry's cock shoot a huge wad of cum into her waiting mouth. A second shot followed the first, then another and another. Before long she had to pull back as she couldn't take any more. But even after cumming so much already, as she pulled from Harry's cock, he still kept cumming.
Her face and robes became covered in thick white cream. She licked her lips as he continued to cum onto her young face. Although he stopped cumming, Fleur was shocked to see he was still hard. Either way, she wanted to show him how good she was. So, she opened her mouth to show Harry the amount of cum in it, then swallowed all that she had there.
"See, 'Arry, I bet your girlfriend couldn't do zat, could -" Fleur began to brag at how good she was, as she got off the floor.
"Do you think I'm finished with you slut." Harry asked Fleur, as something dark and sexual awakened within him, as he threw over a desk in the room.
"'Arry, stop, I'm no slut." Fleur told him, worried something was wrong. "I don't know what -"
That was all she was able to say before Harry slapped her ass, making her squeak in shock.
"You say that you're no slut, but tell me this. What woman would do what you did knowing that the man has a girlfriend, if she isn't a slut?" Harry asked her with a smirk, as he pulled her back by her long silvery-blonde hair and kissed her. And with the wave of his hand, he used the spell that he saw in his dreams that Voldemort sent him to vanish her's and his clothes and make them appear on the floor.
Fleur was shocked and embarrassed. Embarrassed, as she knew that Harry was right. She was acting like a slut, something that her people were trying to make people think differently, that they wouldn't go after other women's men. But here she was, doing just that. It was something she had never done before, no matter what others might say about her. But there was something about the Boy-Who-Lived that made her go after him, even if he had a girlfriend. Not only was it his power and his willingness to protect people he didn't know, but there was some sort of pull that she couldn't work out. Something that drove her to want him as her mate.
Her very instincts were telling her to get him. To have him fuck her in anyway he wanted. But there was the part of her who was still proud, she still had the pride of being the person she grew up trying to be. That she just couldn't let it go easily and allow Harry to call her names and have his way with. No, she wasn't that type of person. But at the same time, she was turned on too.
Now for being shocked, it was because of Harry Potter being able to do wandless magic. It was a very rare skill, only a handful of people were able to do. The only one she knew who was able to use such magic was Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. But if the Boy-Who-Lived was able to do it, who knows what else he could do.
Either way, as Harry was kissing her, he grabbed one of her breasts and fondled them roughly, not caring if it hurt Fleur or not. He then let go of her hair and used his other hand to finger Fleur's pussy. Harry couldn't help but smile as he was doing this, Fleur was getting more and more off on this.
"You like this don't you Veela whore; you love a man who knows what he wants and just takes it? Don't you slut?" Harry asked her as he continued playing with her body, partly shocking himself at the words he was using. It was like part of Voldemort when she was a younger Tom Riddle fucking a Veela himself, enjoying his time with her, using her so was the time before he lost his sexual desires and became Voldemort. He knew how much they loved having sex, but was trying to create a better image for themselves. But knew there were a few of them who didn't want to lose what they were, losing the part that makes them, them.
Fleur didn't answer right away, as she was too aroused and enjoying being used like this. Her Veela side was all too happy to let Harry continue what he was doing to her. It was the first time that it felt like this, being used as past Veelas used to be. Only being used by men who could control them. Fleur only heard rumours about this, which she was told were lies to make them look bad, but she heard how much more powerful these Veelas were if they had a man controlling them.
If those rumours were really true, that if a Veela could become powerful by having a man controlling them, Fleur was happy to let herself go and allow Harry to be that man. He was powerful, good looking and loyal. It was worth the risk of submitting herself to him.
"Yes, yes, I love a, a man who knows what he, he wants and takes, and takes it." Fleur moaned in pleasure, enjoying what Harry was doing to her. Allowing herself to forget what her mother and her people had been trying to do for so long, to change the image of the Veela. Fleur was beginning to wonder what was the point?
They have been trying so long and only a handful of people see them as witches with powers unlike anyone else. The rest saw them as sex creatures, creatures that either are meant to be used for sex or saw them as creatures who steal the men from other women. Her mind was slowly changing to believe that if people were going to see her as nothing more than a creature, the best she could do was submit to someone powerful who would not only use her but protect her too.
It's not like she would lose much, seeing how she had only had a handful of friends at school. And even then some of them feared that she might steal their boyfriends one day. At least this way she would gain power and a man of her own.
"Yes, I am a slut, your slut." Fleur informed Harry with a kiss, "Please, fuck me, use me as you like."
"Are you sure about this Fleur?" the young man asked the student of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
"I'm sure Sir Harry, please use this slut as you wish." Fleur said lustfully, as her Veela side of her getting stronger by the moment. Begging Fleur to be fucked. "I'm yours to be used, so please do so, spank me, fuck me, I don't care as long I have your cock inside me."
"If you want this, you need to call me Master." Harry told her with a lustful smile, as a dark part of him awoke. For the first time in years, he felt as if he was in control of something other than his magic. For most of his life, he was limited to what he wanted, food, clothes, where to go, and the like. So, for him to get some control here, he let it go to his head and allowed his lust to control him for the moment.
"Understood, Master." Fleur said submissively. She was loving this new feeling. She felt free. All her life she tried to be someone else, someone that her people wanted her and her race to be. Because of that, most of their race came across as stuck up bitches, thinking that they were better than they really were. Now that she let herself go, she didn't want to go back to that.
Then, before another word could be said, Fleur found herself across the desk again as the Boy-Who-Lived began to spank her ass hard. With only two hits she was already moaning like a bitch in heat as she felt her sore ass, with a morn she went on to say, "Oh Master, yes slap my ass, slap it hard, make it so that I can't sit properly for a long while. Make me yours."
Harry was all too happy to do this for her, how could he say no to this sexy girl when she was like this? All thoughts of Hermione right now were going with each slap to the ass, the harder he slapped her, the moans got more and more intense, he never felt anything like this before. He didn't care that he was cheating on Hermione. All he cared about was getting more of this feeling of control. He could feel her juices from her pussy running down his legs as he spanked her.
"You really are a slut, loving to be spanked like this." Harry said lustfully, unable to control himself as he slapped her again.
It wasn't long before Harry's hand started to get sore at slapping his young woman's ass, so he decided he would do as she wanted and fuck her. Her pussy was really wet, ready for him to fuck him, begging for him to do it.
"Please Master, fuck my wet pussy, I need you in me, fuck me, use me as you want!" Fleur begged Harry.
Without a second thought, with one hand he took hold of her ass as the other hand held her back down so that she couldn't move, he then plunged his cock into her ass, making her scream out in pain and shock.
As she screamed, Harry took his hand from her back and waved it to cast a spell to prevent sound from leaving the room. He didn't want anyone to hear what he was up to. Once he did this, he placed his hand back on her back continued fucking her ass.
As Fleur was screaming, part of Harry knew that he was hurting, but right now, he didn't care. Since he returned from the graveyard, he had felt different, stronger than ever before. He also felt very horny. Although he was able to handle being horny, the moment that Fleur began to suck his dick, something snapped within him. Now that he had started to fuck this slut, he knew he couldn't stop until he was satisfied. If that meant hurting Fleur, so be it.
For Fleur, whilst the pain was unlike anything that she dealt with before, she realized that this was what she wanted, she told him to use her as he wanted. Sure some would say he was raping her, but to her, he was claiming what was his, marking her as his.
So, pulling a pillow in front of her, she said, "Please Harry, Master, keep going, fuck me as you want. I want to see what I'm able to handle, so fuck me as much and hard as you like."
Harry couldn't help to notice how hard he cock got in Fleur's ass; this was truly a turn on for him. So, he began to fuck Fleur's ass once again, this time ramming in and out of her as hard and as fast as he could. He wanted to see how much she could take before she told him to stop, or she broke or began to enjoy it.
With no way to cover her screams, she screamed out in pain with the way Harry was fucking her, something that made Harry smile. Fleur couldn't believe how much stamina he had, seeing how he kept fucking her for at least half an hour, not needing to stop. Within that time, she began to enjoy the feeling, she loved the pain and pleasure that she got from being fucked in the ass, it was something she never thought possible.
At this point, she told Harry to fuck her harder and faster. To show her that she was his to be used as he liked and not caring what she wanted, she really was enjoying it. Having had a few herself already.
When Harry pulled out and turned Fleur around, Fleur was shocked to see that even though he didn't cum, he was still hard. She thought that after fucking her ass, he would have cummed, but he hadn't. And he hadn't gotten soft either. She couldn't believe it. Would it mean that he could go for a long time before cumming? The mere thought excited her, being fucked for such a long time before her partner was ready to cum himself.
Taking some time to catch his breath and recover, Harry turned to the young woman around and asked, "Ready for the next round?"
"Oh yes." Fleur admitted with a sexy smile, ready for the Boy-Who-Lived to fuck her.
Here Fleur was shocked to see that Harry knelt down and began to lick her pussy. She felt great pleasure, better than if she was fingering herself or her past boyfriends. "Oh yes, Master, this is wonderful, ooooh -" Fleur began to moan out in pleasure as she felt the biggest orgasm in her life coming, but all of a sudden, the orgasm disappeared. "What, what happened? Why can't I cum?"
"I cast a spell on you so that you can't cum until I allow you to or until I do, whatever comes first slut." Harry said with a smirk, as he cast another spell he saw in his dreams from Voldemort. Wanting to know which of the spell he saw was real or not.
Fleur couldn't believe this. The only thing that she wanted right now was to cum. She was so close just now in having her biggest orgasm in her life, but now she wasn't able to do so. It didn't help her that Harry continued to lick her pussy, trying to lick the juices out of her. This alone made her even more aroused, but she was still unable to cum thanks to the spell her new love and master put on her.
"Oh, you really are a dirty bitch, aren't you Fleur?" Harry asked Fleur.
"Oh yes I am, I'm a dirty bitch." Fleur said lustfully, squirming, wanting to cum. She was hoping that saying he would allow her to cum sooner. She didn't realize that it would feel so good to have a man treating her like this. She had to wonder why her people were so against it. Was it really that they wanted a different image or was there more to it? If they allowed themselves to be free and not worry about what people thought, they would feel so much better and free.
Whatever the case. She found herself a mate that made her free for the first time in her life. A mate that knew how to make her feel a way she never knew possible. She wasn't going to let anything get in the way for the two of them to be together. She would do whatever it took to make it happen.
All she cared about was pleasuring her master, doing whatever he wanted to make him happy. Right now, she was willing to allow him to fuck her whenever and wherever he wanted, if he asked her to give him a blowjob in front of her family, the school or anyone else, in fact, she would do so without a second thought.
Fleur watched as Harry took her nipple into his mouth and roughly sucked it, where he rolled the nipple around with his tongue, as he played with her other breast.
Fleur moaned in response, enjoying the feeling of how Harry was treating her body. Harry then suddenly bit into one of her nipples roughly where she moaned in pain and pleasure. "Ooooh, yes, yes." Fleur moaned, enjoying the limits that Harry was pushing her to take, as he was doing the same as the other nipple.
Sure Fleur had sex a few times in the past, but she ever realized that sex could feel this amazing, that allowing someone to push her to the limits would be this great. She couldn't understand why women were against this, why they wouldn't want to let their partners take control of them if it felt this great.
"Pl, please son, stop teasing me, just, just fuck me, make me yours. Let me cum. Please master, let me cum." Fleur begged Harry, her mind on the edge of being broken with the amount of pleasure she was feeling but unable to cum just yet. If he didn't fuck her soon and let her cum, her mind would break, and she would be willing to do anything to be allowed to cum again. It was too much.
Harry only smirked at this, lost in his lust, and began to slowly rub his cock against the Veela's entrance. As he did this, he said, "You want this don't you my dirty whore? You want me to fuck you with my cock, don't you my sluty pet? You want me to allow you to cum?"
"Yes, yes I do." Fleur said lustfully, wanting nothing more but for him to fuck her.
"Then beg, beg me to fuck you. To allow me to let you to cum." Harry ordered her, enjoying the control he had over his the Veela, it was intoxicating. The longer he was having sex with her and the more she kept doing what he wanted, the more he was enjoying it. To him, she was becoming more and more his slut to fuck as he wanted.
Harry thrust his hips forward and entered her pussy where the tightness and heat around the head of his penis. He could feel her walls hugging the head of his penis, trying to milk it for all it's worth. But he wasn't ready to do this, he wanted to tease her a bit more, so he pulled his cock slightly, making the young Veela moan in disappointment.
"Pl, please Harry, stop teasing me, just fuck me," Fleur begged Harry, as she really wanted to be fucked and hated to be teased like this, "I need you to fuck me, for me to feel your cock fully in me. I need to cum. I can't stand it anymore, please fuck me and allow me to cum, and I'll do whatever you want. Be your wife, mistress or concubine, even your pet, whatever else you want, just fuck me and make me a woman."
Harry smiled at this as her walls hugged his cock tightly as he pushed his cock in her. Harry rocked his hips into hers, plunging his dick deeper into her, and pushing against her cervix.
"Ow!" Fleur cried out.
Harry was fully inside her now and could feel her walls adjusting to his size. He picked up his speed and began to fuck Fleur faster and harder, where before long they were both panting and moaning again.
"I feel i … I'm getting close." Fleur called out to Harry, close to cumming once again. "Please let me cum."
Harry didn't really need to be told, as he could feel her pussy had been getting tighter and tighter.
"Fleur… I'm about to…" Harry began to tell her as he finally felt like he was going to cum, but at this point, it was too late.
Her pussy clamped down, her juices covering his cock, and Harry came for what seemed like a lifetime into Fleur's young pussy. Harry stopped, panting hard. "You, you may cum now." Harry said as he caught his breath and waved his hand.
Upon hearing these words, Fleur had her orgasm. Now, if she thought that the orgasm she had earlier was her biggest orgasm she felt in her life, it was nothing that she was feeling now. The feeling was breaking the little sanity that she had left.
"Oh, Harry., Master. That was..." she panted. All she knew right now was that she was Harry's, that she wanted nothing more but to be his in any where possible. She wanted to do this again and again.
"Amazing, I know." Harry responded, as he pulled back from Fleur and got his clothes.
As he did so, Fleur turned around to see Harry getting dressed. As she stood up, she saw Harry staring at her body with lust. Seeing this, she asked Harry with a blush. "You like my body?"
"Yeah, I would be a fool not to like it." Harry admitted to the Veela with a lustful look, "If I got more time, I would like nothing more to fuck it more. But I need to leave, I need to get ready to leave for tomorrow."
As her sanity was slowly getting rebuilt, to fit her being a loyal subject to Harry, she could understand that he still had to finish packing for home. She too had a few more things to do. Whilst she was going home, it wasn't for long, she had plans to get Harry as hers. But unlike before, she would be whatever her new love wants from her, be it a toy, pet, or even a wife mistress or concubine as she planned before. But she needed to get things ready, get her belongings together and inform her family that she found her mate and had plans to get him but needed to leave home for now.
But still, she leaned into her love and kissed him on the lips before saying, "'Arry, you're the last Potter, so zat means you will need wives, mistresses, and concubines, and my desire to to become one of zem. But I'm more zan happy to be a pet, toy or whatever else you desire of me."
Her hot breath was blowing in his ear, combined with her tongue snaking out to lightly tease his ear while she moaned caused him to groan in primal need. If it wasn't for wanting to get ready to leave the next day, he would take her once again.
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 zis summer 'Arry while I look for somezing to do in London to be close to you." the young Veela told her lover/master.
"I might." Harry said off handedly, making her think he wouldn't but more than likely would. "But if you want me to consider you as mine, I want something in return. To show that you really want me. So, I want either your sister, mother, or someone from your colony or your whole colony." With that Harry left the Veela to get dressed.
Just as Harry left the classroom, he could slap himself. First, he wasn't sure what got over him that he would fuck Fleur and the way he did it and what he said during the sex. Sure, he realized that he the desire to be rough during sex, but the way he did it with Fleur, could be considered as rape. But the thing was, he didn't feel an ounce of guilt in doing so, he enjoyed it and wanted to do it again, as long as he could get away with it.
The other thing was what he said before he left the Veela. Whilst it meant to be in jest, Harry didn't mean to say it, it was way too dark for him. But yet again, it didn't seem to bother him like he thought it would. It was like something in him had changed in the graveyard, slowly changing him into something, making dark maybe. Harry didn't know.
As Harry left the classroom, other than having a painfully hard erection caused by the lascivious Veela, Harry wasn't sure how he was going to explain this to Hermione, he had two things on his mind. The changes that he was going through and what Fleur told him being the Last Potter. The last part the raven haired teen knew that Hermione would want to research the things Fleur had told him, just like he did. But as for the part about him changing, he didn't think it was wise to say anything just yet. He had seen how the Wizarding World treated those who had Dark abilities and powers, so he believed that until he knew what was going on and knew who to trust, he should keep this part to himself. Don't get him wrong, he trusted Hermione with his life in a lot of cases, but with what's right and what's wrong, he wanted to wait.
Hermione was a stick in the mud for the rules and believed in the headmaster, so he was worried if it was something real bad, she might tell Dumbledore. And right now, his trust in the headmaster isn't as it used to be. Harry couldn't couldn't put his finger on it, but since coming back from the graveyard, he couldn't trust him.
As he had been rethinking about the last three years.
Like in his first year, after learning about the Fidelius Charm last year, why didn't the headmaster use the charm to hide the Philosopher's Stone and have himself as the Secret Keeper? Why bring it to a school full of children, where if he wanted to, Voldemort could have killed a lot of them to get to the stone? Not only that, but last year came to mind. Why couldn't Dumbledore give his godfather Sirius Black a trial after learning that Sirius was innocent? Sure, before then Harry could understand, but after? Harry didn't understand.
Whilst Harry didn't fully understand the government of the Wizarding World, Harry thought that as both the Warlock of Wizengamot and the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Dumbledore could get Sirius a trial to prove his innocence. But yet the headmaster had done anything to begin to prove that Sirius was innocent, at least as far as Harry knew. These were the two memories that came to Harry over the last week that got Harry to mistrust the headmaster.
What Harry didn't realize was that the reason for the changes within him and why Fleur acted the way she was, was because of the Blood Protection that his mother put on him when he was a baby. As stated before, the Blood Protection was affecting the women around Harry so that those that the Protection feels can help Harry be loyal to him or be sexual aroused by him and so want Harry to fuck them, in anyway Harry wanted to. To the Protection, it was the best way to make Harry safe. It would alter the women around its host to fulfil the desires that its host might have or to protect its host where it cannot.
But that's not the only thing that the Blood Protection was doing. No, it was doing two other things. The first was to undo any blocks or spells that were on its host, so that Harry could become powerful and think clearer. As some of the spells would make Hary not think of things that he would normally do. The other thing that the Protection was doing, was slowly making Harry more aggressive, not only with sex but in Harry's everyday life. The Blood Protection knew what was to come wouldn't be easy for its host, so its host needs not only be stronger, but more aggressive so that Harry is willing and able to fight. With the way Harry was right now, the Protection didn't think Harry would be able to do what is needed, and so decided to slightly change things with its host so that he is able to live a long life without fear of dying young.
Little did Harry know when he was looking for Hermione, that his life had only begun to change in ways he never imagined. That when it came to women and having his needs met, he would want for nothing, as the women would make sure he gets what he wants. Even if he didn't realize he wanted it or if he did, he would never think of going after it himself.
To Be Continued!
Author's Note: This ends another chapter of the remastered version of Aggressive Love by Dio Black. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter along with what I've added. As you have seen, I've split the chapter into two. As you have seen, apart from adding a few more lines to the story, I've also added some smut between Harry and Fleur. I hope that you like it.
Starting from the next chapter, I'll be merging some of the future chapters together and altering things about. So, it'll be interesting how things well turn out.