Chapter Six.
Hogwarts Express, July 3rd 1995:
It has been three days since Harry fucked Fleur into submission, and today was the day that Harry was going back to the Dursleys. This was something that he really didn't want to do. The only thing that was making him go back was his cousin Holly, and that he wanted to keep the pretence that he was still on the Headmaster's side to a degree.
For Holly, she was the only family member that he cared about and so he didn't want to leave her alone this summer. As he knew that very soon, she too would have a letter from Hogwarts this year - how couldn't see with the powers she showed over the years? But he feared the danger she would be in when Vernon learns about this. Even though Holly was his own daughter, Vernon's strong dislike for magic was common knowledge, and Harry believed his uncle would do something foolish to his daughter once he discovered she possessed magical abilities. He knew he had to be there to keep her safe for when she gets her letter.
As for the headmaster, after that night with Lady Voldemort, Harry's feelings for the old headmaster had changed even more. Making him distrust the man more. But he knew that right now, he had no power against the old man. He had power and a lot of experience in using that power. Harry knew it would be hard to do anything against him. So for now, Harry knew he had to play his part and only go against the old man only when he had to.
As for what happened between him and Fleur, Harry hadn't told Hermione about what happened yet. Sure, whilst he was ashamed of himself and felt guilty, he was confused about it too. Something within him was stopping him from saying something. He knew what he did was somewhat wrong, but he also knew that Fleur liked it and wanted him to do it to her. And if the way she was acting was anything to go by, she wanted him to be rougher with her.
But as Harry thought about telling Hermione about what happened, there was a part of him that was telling him that she had no reason to know. Sure, Hermione might be his girlfriend now, but a deep part of him now felt that it didn't mean she had any right to have a say in his life. That she had no right to know what he was doing, no right to say who he fucked. She should consider herself lucky that she was lucky to be his girlfriend, as he could have anyone he wanted.
Harry knew that these feelings and thoughts were wrong, but he couldn't throw it off. He realized something was wrong ever since what happened a week back in the graveyard, where he fucked Lady Voldemort. That was the first sign that something was wrong, as he wouldn't ever have done that. First, Voldemort used to be a man for god sake, who in the right mind would do that? Second, Voldemort was evil and wanted to kill him for some reason. Lastly, Voldemort was the person who killed his parents, so why would he fuck someone who did all this, even if they were a woman now?
Since then, his thoughts and feelings had been all over the place, his new dreams didn't help either. He was beginning to think that males shouldn't be trusted, and that women were his to use as he liked. Like with what happened with Fleur. Whilst he knew it was wrong, when she began to kiss him, he could stop himself from kissing her back and fucking her until she was a mess and became his.
Yes he felt guilty and ashamed, but with these new feelings, those feelings were being blurred out. They were slowly being replaced with darker thoughts. He knew he had to tell someone about these new feelings and thoughts, so that he could get help, but something was stopping him from doing so. All he could do was fight the feelings he didn't agree with and hope to win. But with informing Hermione about Fleur, he didn't put up much of a fight in not telling Hermione about it as he didn't want Hermione to learn what happened.
Either way, for the last few days, Harry was doing some research about what Fleur told him, to find out why he would need wives, mistresses, and concubines. This part Harry did tell Hermione about, and how Fleur was interested in becoming one, as he needed help with the research. To Harry's shock, Hermione didn't seem to be as upset about this as Harry suspected. All she did was give him a strange look before agreeing to help him with his research.
Harry was happy to be doing research in the school library, as that meant he didn't have to be bothered with Ron. It was bad enough that he thought he put his name in the Triwizard Tournament, but since the end of the Third Task, things had gotten worse.
Ron had become more of a jealous prat. 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, who used to be his supposed best mate, had almost died. And from the things he was saying, Hermione's feelings weren't even a consideration.
Although Mrs. Weasley asked them to forgive her son for his action, for how he had been acting in the last few days, as far as Harry and Hermione were concerned, they were done with Ron. They had no time to deal with his jealousy, so they let him know in a very public forum of the Gryffindor Common Room that very morning how they felt about him and how they wanted nothing to do with him.
Anyway, for the last few days in the library, neither Harry nor Hermione were able to find any information about what Fleur was talking about. To them, it was something she said to get into Harry's pants. But they did decide that they would go to Diagon Alley sometime over the summer to see if they could learn anything. However, thanks to Harry's luck, this time the good luck, they didn't need to do that though. Just before they left the library, they got some information from a House-Elf who was sent there to put books back and make sure the library was clean. The House-Elf was none other than Winky.
As a house-elf, about three and half feet tall with large, bulbous eyes and bat-like ears. Harry saw that the elf's eyes were puffy, as if she had been crying alot. Not only that, but her round nose was getting redder by the moment, as if she had been drinking so much.
She was wearing the clothes that her former master, Bartemius Crouch Sr, had presented her when he freed her, in other words firing her. This made her very upset. Unlike the clothes that she was given by Crouch Sr, her blue blouse with a matching skirt and hat was now soiled. Her outfit smelled like butterbeer for some reason, and she looked like she was drunk. When she talked she sounded like it too.
When asked about this, Harry found out that Winky wasn't taking being freed as well as Dobby seemed to like the idea. She hated it, she wanted to be back with the Crouch Family, but knew that it was impossible now. Which is why she was drinking more butterbeer than normal, which is why she was like she was. Harry was shocked to hear this, as there wasn't that much alcohol in the drink. But Winky explained that butterbeer was bad for house-elves, as they got drunk on it easily.
Here Hermione told the elf if that was the case, that she shouldn't be drinking it. That Winky should be happy to be free, that she shouldn't want to be enslaved. That she would be better off, as from what Harry told her about the house-elf he knew, Dobby, he was happy about it.
But Harry stopped Hermione from saying much more, saying that it wasn't the time or place for it. As it was only upsetting Winky. Winky was thankful for this action, and told them that she knew of Dobby, as he was the one who thought about coming to Hogwarts to work. As no person would want a free house-elf, as a free house-elf meant that they aren't trustworthy.
If Harry didn't stop Hermione with a look, he knew she would have said something to upset her more. From his experience with Dobby, house-elves take family seriously. Thinking about Dobby, he asked Winky to try and keep the male elf away from him, as he still had bad dreams of Dobby trying to keep him safe. Winky promised she would try, for someone as nice as Harry. As she thought that Dobby was a strange house-elf as it was, and she only dealt with him as no one else would.
Then remembering that Winky had appeared in front of them, something Harry knew wasn't normal, he asked the elf why she did so. Winky explained that she overheard them talking about Harry wondering why he would need to marry more than one woman or have more women in his life.
That's when Harry learned about being the Potter Heir. That as the last Potter, it was his job to rebuild the family so that it wouldn't die out, seeing how it was one of the last few old Wizarding Family names left. And so, to do this he would need many women to have lots of children to carry on the name if he wanted to keep the Potter Family going. Winky also explained that as he was the last Potter, he was considered an adult when he turned fourteen.
Even if he wasn't the last Potter, the moment that he entered the Triwizard Tournament, he would have been considered an adult then. When asked how that would be possible, the house-elf explained that seeing how only those of age could sign a contract, the moment that he agreed in doing the tournament, it was like signing a contract. As the tournament was for adults only, so entering it made Harry an adult in the eyes of the law.
Winky then went on to explain that during the holidays, Harry should go to Gringotts to see what of the Potter Family was left. As he should have a mansion and a Family Vault, with lots of money in. This got both Harry and Hermione interested, it was decided right there and then that Harry would go to Gringotts to find out more. As one of the important questions that they had was why hadn't anyone told Harry about this?
Seeing how sad Winky was, and believing that having a house-elf could be useful, Harry asked if Winky wanted to be his house-elf. Hermione did give him a look, but Harry told her it was for the best, as Winky wasn't doing well being free. Not only that, but he would treat her fairly and not hurt her. He didn't want to see the house-elf hurt more than she already seemed to be hurting.
Whilst Hermione seemed to half heartedly agreed that it would be for the best. That she would have to find another way to help the house-elves. Seeing how it was getting late, Harry told the house-elf that they would have to do whatever it takes to make her his house-elf once he returned home. So, she would have to stay close and wait for his call. Until then, she would have to stay out of sight, and stop drinking and get healthy.
Just before she popped away, she thanked Harry for accepting a bad house-elf like her as his house-elf.
What no one knew was that once again, Winky was part of the Blood Protection work. It saw Winky as some sort of pet for its host to use. House-elves to the Blood Protection was just another tool, but a bit more useful. As they can go around unseen unless they want to be seen. They would do whatever jobs their master wanted and wouldn't care what it was, and they didn't care how they were treated as long as they belonged to a family. (Although with Dobby, the saying there's always one in the family, comes to mind. That house-elf was just out straight strange.)
All in all, a useful thing for its host to have. He could have the new pet do jobs and errands and not worry about people knowing what they were. Sure, the Blood Protection could have picked any house-elf for its host, but this one was better off. For one, the elf was free and so, nobody would blink an eye if its host took it for his own elf. But more importantly, it had information that its host needed to become stronger and more independent.
Then that morning, Hermione dragged Harry to the train early, as she wanted to share a compartment just to themselves for the trip to King's Cross station. As she wanted some real alone time without the risk of bothering them. That, and she wanted to show her boyfriend what he meant to her. So as the clever witch that she was, Hermione 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.
What Harry didn't realize was that what he thought were simple locking and silencing charms, were actually so complex that it would take an Unspeakable to even find the door. Not only that, but it would take a small team of Curse Breakers to knock it down in any reasonable time frame. This just showed how serious Hermione was about wanting her alone time with Harry, something that she couldn't get back at Hogwarts.
The emerald eyed teen was effectively trapped in the room and at the mercy of a lustful Hermione. Not like he would have minded if he knew that was the case. He had no idea that she would soon be having her wicked ways with him.
Once Hermione was sure her handy work was done, and they had their privacy for the trip back to London, she turned round and gave her boyfriend a lustful smile. That was all the warning Harry got as Hermione reached up and pulled him down into a long, slow lip lock.
If Harry could, he would have smiled as he was thoroughly enjoying this. For the last few days, the two had been kissing whenever they could, and in doing so they had been getting better every day. Learning what each other likedHarry 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.
The two teens didn't even felt the train starting to move as it left the station to head back to London as they made out.
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 deeper into her slender collar.
Having gotten 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, Harry fell back into the bench seat of the compartment. Looking up in confusion, he was slightly worried that he might have pushed her past her comfort zone. Oh boy, 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 tantalising.
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 naked 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. Her body, her soul, her mind, everything she had, she was about to give him everything. After everything that he had done for her over the years, he deserves nothing less than the best in life. If it meant giving herself for that to happen, she was more than happy to do so.
With her skirt unzipped, she allowed it to fall 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 his girlfriend wasn't wearing a bra. All he could do was stare as he drank 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. He couldn't believe his mind was like this, he had seen two naked women recently, and both times he was able to take action and fucked both women. But here, when facing someone that he loved and wanted nothing more to fuck her, his brain wouldn't let him act.
Harry watched as Hermione smiled at him and said, "Harry, I've got a surprise I want to show you."
As she said this, she removed a necklace that Harry didn't see before from her neck. Harry didn't know what the necklace was, but the moment that Hermione removed it, her body began to change. Her body began to gain fine brown and white fur, her ears disappeared only to be replaced by cat ears on the top of her head. Her face became more cat-like, as she gained whiskers, as she gained a tail.
Harry was reminded of their second year, where they drank the polyjuice and Hermione got a cat's hair by mistake instead of the girl's hair she was after. But unlike back then, she didn't have as much hair. Harry thought that the school healer fixed it so Hermione went back to normal, but it wasn't the case, it would seem.
"H, How?" asked Harry, part of his brain rebooted. Not much, as even in this form, Harry thought that Hermione was sexy. Although, he had to wonder how he didn't sense this sooner seeing how close the two had been for the last few days.
"Just say that Madam Pomfrey wasn't able to turn me back to the girl I once was." Hermione said with a sad smile, "She was able to get rid of most of the fur, so that it wouldn't be as furry as it was back then. She also gave me this necklace." here Hermione showed Harry the necklace she had been holding before dropping it to the ground, "so that I could look like a normal girl, so nobody could tell what happened to me. It also made it so that nobody would feel the fur that I had."
Before Harry could try to say another word, Hermione 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, memorising every inch that her eyes feasted upon.
A small dollop of pre cum 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 felt how Hermione's tongue was rougher than he used to. But part of his mind that was still thinking straight, believed this was down to the necklace that Hermione had. It not only hid her fur and how people couldn't feel it, but it did the same thing to her tongue too.
Harry groans from the sight and it's all Hermione needed 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 her mouth 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 wanted nothing more than to grab Hermione's hair and urge her to take more of his penis into her heavenly mouth. But he resists.
Sure with Voldemort and Fleur, he had no problem making them take more of his cock. To him, they didn't deserve his control, but Hermione was different. He loved her. He wanted to be a gentleman for her. He had overheard candid shower room talk from the three chasers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team discussing 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 rough cat 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, he didn't know if Hermione would like it if he cummed into her mouth or not.
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 overtime 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 favourite 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, 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 in disbelief. '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. Her fur felt very nice, as he stroked it for a few seconds. She was soon whimpering in pleasure as he brushed his left hand across her perky furry 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 paying attention to her neglected nipple by circling his tongue around it before giving it a gentle suck. He found that the fur wasn't a bother as he thought it would be. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't find any of the fur getting into his mouth. But all honestly, he didn't care why, he was having a good time. And seeing that this is the third time having sex, and the other two times were just fucking the bitches he was having sex with, he was going to take time with Hermione and have some fun.
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, Harry 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 flavour. 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 could think about was Harry. How wonderful he is and how much she needed him. And especially how selfish she just was. She was here for Harry's pleasure, and his alone, but here he was pleasuring her too. That would not do. No, that would not do at all, so, with that in mind, she would make sure he knew that by the end of the trip, she was there for his pleasure and not hers.
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 favourite 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. He couldn't believe that Hermione was willing to give him such control, not after how she acted about house-elves and how they should be free. Here, she was submitting herself to him to use as he wanted. Not that he was complaining, as he found he loved being in control, but he was just shocked that someone like Hermione would submit to him.
Either way, Hermione didn't hesitate for 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… please fuck this unworthy Mudblood."
Harry wanted to call her out on her language like she had done to him so many times before. If he thought about it, he would be shocked that she was willing to call herself a mudblood. 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 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 oddly enough, she didn't need comforting. 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 was 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 continued 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 didn't mind though. As he starts to thrust in, harder and harder, kissing the entrance to her womb with the tip of his penis. By now, he caught hold of her tail that was thrashing about, and was pulling it hard too now.
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, mudblood slut, sex pet, future mother of his children. Whatever he had needed, she would become it for him. Whatever it might be, she hoped it would involve her submitting to him often and calling him master, and being used by him in any way he wanted.
"You're enjoying this aren't you my Mudblood pet?" Harry suddenly found himself calling Hermione a mudblood, as he pulled her into a deep kiss. As he was fucking her, he suddenly felt the thoughts of Voldemort in his mind, telling him that he should call Hermione this. If he was thinking straight, Harry would have wondered how Voldemort was able to know what the two of them were doing and send thoughts as to what to callHermione. But he was enjoying fucking Hermione to care about such things.
At any other time, Harry wouldn't even consider calling Hermione a mudblood, it was offensive and something he would never normally call someone he loved. He wouldn't even call her one even if it was the Dark Lady herself to save Hermione. However, the presence that he had been feeling recently had other ideas. It wanted him to call her this, as this was what Hermione was to it, a pet, a plaything to play with as he wanted. Nothing else. It didn't help that he remembered that Hermione herself called herself a mudblood too.
So because his mind was full of lust and not thinking straight, he called her a mudblood.
"Ooooh, yes Master, this Mudblood slut loves you fucking her." Hermione said submissively, enjoying each thrust of her master's cock that went into her. Then she begged Harry, "Please, Master, fuck this Mudblood slut harder and faster." With his mind in a state of lust as it was, Harry was more than happy to fuck her even more rougher as before.
"Yes, Master, yes, fuck this Mudblood slut hard, yes, yes, fuck harder, fuck me, oh yes, FUCK ME!" She continued to scream loader and loader as she writhed 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.
Harry 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 shoots 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, Hermione knew that she was addicted. No, beyond being 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, reaching a crescendo. It was like her mind had been rewritten so that she couldn't live without having sex with him anymore.
Oh, how little did she know how true that was. As the Blood Protection within Harry did just that.
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." Harry said with concern in his voice.
She smiles and leans into his shoulder as they recover 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 about it later. For now, the two of them had hours before they arrived at King's Cross Station.
Harry smiled at Hermione as he could see what she wanted too. Both were naked, and Harry was hard once again, so after resting for a few moments, Harry begun fucking Hermione once again. This was how things went for the next few hours until they got to the train station, resting and fucking. The thought of food and drink never came to mind during those hours. Harry just cared about fucking Hermione in her cat form, whilst Hermione only care about submitting to her new lord and master.
To Be Continued!
Author's Note: This ends another chapter of the remastered version of Aggressive Love V1.2. Sorry for the long wait, I had this chapter and the next chapter done since last year, but for some reason I didn't upload it when I thought I did. Either way, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter along with what I've added. Once again, I kept most of the story the same as the original chapter of the Aggressive Love, but I have added WInky as I wanted Harry to have his own house-elf and it helps with the plot too. As for the next chapter, whilst I'll be keeping it more or less the same as the original, there'll be at least one big chance coming. So be ready for this. As it'll show just how dark the Blood Protection can be to make Harry happy.
I do have one favour I would like to ask for, a new name for Voldemort. After the next chapter, I'll be writing about her next, showing how she gets a new ID and what happened to her since the graveyard to this point, about about a week later. But I need a new name for her as Tom is long dead now lol.