Harry walked down the Platform 9 ¾ as he crossed the magical barrier and looked at the train in anticipation. He was back… back where he belonged. Maybe a year of Hogwarts would do him good.
He took a deep breath and many kind of smell hit his nose at once. It was rather… uncomfortable but he would have to get used to it. The smells were of variety, but Harry concentrated and focused as to lessen the effect of his sense of smell. It helped a little.
He was determined to skip and become an Auror, as desperate times call for desperate measures. He was hopeful that he would find his mate here, in the population of Hogwarts student. He only wished it wouldn't be a minor or a Professor.
As he walked to the train he noticed the looks the females were giving him and to say he was uncomfortable would have been an understatement of the century. He noticed a girl who looked no older than fifteen was twirling her hair in her finger and winked at him lusciously. He shuddered; he was oddly repulsed from all the girls. Not the disgusted type of repulse, but it was like he didn't need their presence.
But his musings were halted when he smelled a delicious smell which made his venom rush to his mouth and his dick twitched.
"Fuck." He growled and was rather grateful he didn't faint. He took a long whiff of the scent of lilies and parchments and a distinguishing scent of cinnamon and vanilla of his mate. Whoever it was, he was desperate to see her. His Veela magic was humming through his veins happily as and could feel his fangs protruding. He wanted nothing more than sink his fangs to his delectable soft neck and pump into her warmth. He took a whiff again, his Veela magic directing him to where his mate was. He entered the train, lifting his trunk effortlessly and walked inside, the scent getting stronger – almost assaulting Harry's senses. He bit back a groan as his Veela magic enthusiastically sang to his mate's sweet scent. The Man-Who-Conquered ignored the looks of awe the boys and the shocked and attracted looks from the girls and hunted for his mate. He needed her. He wanted to take a long whiff from her neck and the pulse point. He wanted to smell the sweet scent of her arousal and taste it. Oh god where the hell was she?
He was stopped by Pansy Bloody Parkinson on his mid stride. She was checking him out; her pug face was rather shocked. Sure, he had refused her advances before and plans to do the same again. She giggled and ran a finger on his chest. Harry was tempted to bang her head in the compartment door and look for his mate, but he controlled himself.
"Would you like to join me Harry?" she asked salaciously and batted her eyelashes. She pointed at the compartment on her right and winked suggestively. Harry blinked once and shook his head in disagreement, he was afraid if he would speak, he would growl at her. Also, his ears hurt from hearing her high-pitched voice. So, he crossed her and continued walking. He didn't have time to waste on worthless chits; he was that desperate to unite with his mate.
"Wait Harry!" she called as she took Harry's arm and pressed it on her chest
"What?" he said in a low voice and Pansy giggled as she pressed herself more.
Harry not so gently pulled his hand out of her vise- like hold. He glared at her, the one who was willing to turn him to Voldemort. He wanted to taunt her, he wanted to insult her. But he restrained himself, it wasn't him, no matter how much the desperation and annoyance was tolling on his brittle patience.
"No thanks Parkinson, go find someone else." Harry bit out in annoyance, he wanted to add something cruel, but thought better and walked away before she had a chance to reply.
Pansy gaped where he stood and couldn't help but giggle again. She knew he was good looking and all but he was too shy before and too thin and unattractive body. She had expressed her interests before but he didn't cave in. But now he looked like a Sex God and Pansy was tempted to have him. He looked so hot and beautiful with that Muggle shirt showing his muscular arms and chest and those jeans hugging his legs impressively. He had such a strong built that Pansy didn't mind exploring.
"Who was that handsome?" Astoria asked with that dreamy look on her face and Daphne was grinning while blushing.
"It was Harry. We don't have a chance girls, he is a bloody Gryffindor." Daphne sighed in melancholy as she led the girls to the compartment.
"Did you see how fucking hot he looked?! I thought I would come right then and there!" Astoria exclaimed. Daphne was looking dreamily and lost in her musings.
"I don't care if he is a Gryffindor, I want him." Pansy said. The girls mind wandered over Harry longingly and lustfully. She shook her head. Voldemort was gone. She may have tried to turn Harry, but she didn't regret it. They were desperate times and Harry is too noble to point that out. Also, he would be a great mean to raise her lost reputation of being a Pureblood and not rather treated with disdain as she was still getting reminders from certain people.
But when Harry looked so delicious, she had to resort to a plan to make him attracted to her.
She didn't care at all. With a smirk so Slytherin, she turned to chat with her friends.
While Harry searched for his mate, which was the Head's compartment and he smirked. He was a Head Boy and his mate was a Head Girl, too good and easy for him then. He didn't think of the possibility that the girl was actually his best friend until he opened the damn door, as his mind was too much assaulted by that delectable scent that he lost all coherent thoughts.
His mind was hazed with love, lust and want hitting together in different regions of his anatomy. His knees felt weak as he silently moaned as he took large gulps of air. His mate, his sweet mate was here. His Veela magic hummed madly that he felt the vibrations in his body. All of the blood rushed south and his fangs protruded.
"Harry!" his mate jumped and engulfed him into a bear hug. Her voice was the most beautiful music he has ever heard and he enclosed his arms around his mate and hugged her tightly. But he couldn't help but think he had heard her voice somewhere. He took a sniff of her neck, again groaning at the strong scent of his mate, his mouth and teeth glistening with venom.
"Harry… can't…breathe." His mate gasped and he let go of her, afraid of hurting his beloved mate as he finally got a look at her.
"Hermione." His voice held a ton of emotions: Surprise, relief, disbelief, happiness, lust. But most of all love. Hermione was his mate! He didn't care; she was never his sister anyway. She was a woman and he loved her more than anything. Now when he remembered he said he loved her like a sister, his stomach clenched uncomfortably. "Oh Harry it's so good to see you, where are your glasses? You cured your eyesight? Oh you can tell me about that later. I am so happy you decided to repeat the year! We are back again Ron and we both will be together again. And congratulations for becoming a Head boy! I knew you could do it. I told Ginny, who thought Malfoy would become the Head Boy, not after his Death Eater activities. But anyways it's you and I am so relieved! I couldn't help but imagine if it would have been another boy- mph." Hermione was ranting on and on and Harry was smiling like a lovestruck fool as he took in his beautiful mate's appearance. His Veela growled in possessiveness and he fought the urge to grab her waist and kiss her senseless.
Hermione looked gorgeous with silky golden brown curls now tamed nicely and short, cut below her shoulders. The curls framed her oval face beautifully and he clenched his fist to resist the urge to run his fingers through her hair. Her chocolate brown eyes were shining with excitement and he noticed for the first time the amber specks floating on her irises, one had to be really close to notice that. Her cute nose and those lips- Merlin he moaned but Hermione didn't seem to notice in her ramble. Her lips, he could spend years tasting them and he would never get tired of them. There were rosy and plump and perfect for Harry. She chattered on and on as he continued to look at her beautiful curves in her full sleeved fitting cream shirt with black pencil jeans. He wanted to run his hand everywhere, he wanted to taste every inch of her pale soft skin. She waved her hands and he was struggling not to clasp them in his hands and kiss every perfectly manicured finger.
When she got to the part of another male, Harry fought a growl and clamped his hand on her mouth.
"Mphh?" Hermione questioned which sounded like 'Harry?' but Harry closed his eyes at the feeling of the intense euphoria of raw lust that washed through him as Hermione's lips moved again his hands. He wanted to push his mate on the floor and ravish her then and there. How he was managing to control himself when all he wanted was her to the point of tearing this compartment apart was beyond him.
He removed the hand from her mouth as he opened his eyes and Hermione was looking at him in confusion. He was relieved to know his eyes weren't black.
"I missed you."
Hermione POV
Hermione was cut off her rambling when she felt his hand clasping her mouth. She realized what she did. She was rambling for Merlin's sake! But when she looked at Harry, his eyes were closed and his face was a little flushed while he was slightly panting.
"Mphh?" she wanted to say 'Harry?' but then she felt his hand tighten on her mouth. Her eyes widened a little.
That was not the only thing Hermione found shocking.
She knew he was good-looking and all, but he looked even hotter now. His face structure was more defined with high cheekbones and red kissable lips, his features more angular. His skin was slightly paler than before. His hair was as usual messy black but they looked… 'I just had sex' kind of messy. That was bloody seducing.
She looked at his body which was filled up rather nicely, his rippling muscles flexing as his hand covered her mouth. His lean yet muscular figure and she could see the very light traces of abs through his fitting black shirt. His jeans clung nicely on his hips. And Merlin his arse-
Wait, what the hell? She shook her head to clear her mind and concentrated on safer thoughts.
Thoughts like, what the hell happened to him? She thought in confusion.
Harry abruptly opened his eyes and Hermione looked at his emerald green orbs carrying some unknown emotion she couldn't decipher.
"I missed you." Harry said huskily.
A shudder ran down her spine. She lost her ability to speak, gaping at him stupidly. Her mind didn't register his amused chuckle, finally blinking when he waved his hand in front of her face.
"Earth to Hermione," Harry said amusedly. Hermione rolled her eyes and poked him on the chest, couldn't help but relieve his strong hard chest. Oh would he take off his shirt-
Merlin, this wasn't her thinking. She couldn't believe she was thinking like this!
Suddenly her mind cleared and she looked at Harry who was looking at her with an impassive gaze and sighed. She was feeling loads better now. Hermione decided to called it off as some sort of teenage hormonal reaction which was perfectly normal when you see a ridiculously hot bloke.
"Come in." Hermione beckoned as she sat and crossed her legs out of habit.
Harry POV
He realized now why all the girls were flocking around him. Hermione held the same dazed look, her face flushed, but he could see she was fighting it. Damn Veela charms. He turned them off, the warmth enveloping him and dissolving back to his skin as she Hermione blinked as if woken up.
He wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or angry when Hermione's eyes cleared as she blinked and sighed of what Harry highly suspected was relief.
"Come in." she said as she got inside and sat on the compartment seat with her legs crossed.
Oh great, now was not the time to pitch a tent. He sat down as to prevent his mate from realizing that he was horribly turned on. Think boy think!
He thought of Snape dancing only in his boxers, Argus Filch dancing naked.
He reminded himself to thank Filch.
But he couldn't help but notice as the skirt rid up high on her thighs as Hermione was busy reading so she didn't notice. Just a little higher so that he could see her knickers, or their color. He was again turned on at the thought of Hermione spreading her legs to let him explore her core. He would first open her pussy lips to find the small pleasure nub and kiss it, then run his tongue around it while his fingers would be busy exploring her womanly warmth as he will thrust his fingers inside slowly. She will beg for more and he would obediently increase his pace, his thumb would massage the clit while her fingers will curl around his hair and tug on it hard. He would growl out in lust and passion as his tongue will run down her pussy and she will scream in ecstasy as she comes hard.
He would lick it all, savoring his mate's essence as she would still be shuddering as she got from her high. He would raise her thighs; clutching them tightly as he licked his still engorged clit and tease her senseless while he got away from the pink lips of her pussy. She will whine but he will ignore it as he makes soft bites, deliberately letting his fangs touch her sensitive skin. He will fill her thighs with kiss marks-
He was distracted from his wonderful daydream as he felt his mate's scent of arousal and he bit his lip hard to prevent himself from growling out loud. He unknowingly let go of his Veela charms again, and it intensified from his horny daydreams.
But his Veela as other ideas, it snarled in triumph as he rattled inside his cage while growled at Harry 'Take her dammit'.
He looked at Hermione whose cheeks were flushed as he realized he was staring at her rather intensely to elicit out a response like that. Merlin, then he should do that often.
"H-Harry?" she squeaked and blushed.
Harry fought back a groan, would she squeak like that when he would grab her generous bosom suddenly and massage it. Or he would grab her arse cheek and give it a slap. Or if he picked her body over his shoulders, fly away in some secluded place and fuck her senseless? Will she struggle and squeak in his strong arms as he would dominate her, he would clasp her wrists his one big hand while explore her body with the other. He would snarl in passion at her struggle against his vise-like grip and he would be tempted to take her lips again. She will bite down on his lip hard as she draws out his blood and her would force feed his mate the blood. And the part of the bonding ritual will be completed.
His hands will roam around her rib cage and waist as she will moan out and Harry would spread her legs wide with the nudge of his knees. He will grind his erection hard through her damp panties, enjoying the friction. His mate will cry out and struggle again as she glares at him hotly. Merlin, he loved her wild and angry, as she pants her chest rising and falling in her ragged breaths. She tugs hard and he will let her go for a while as her hand will slap him hard on his cheek.
She will try to walk away but he would grab her again forcefully from behind and bend her down, clasping her hands and he will magically bind her with ropes and attach them magically to the ground. He will smirk in victory as she wiggles he hips as to struggle but will only turn him on more. He will tear down her clothing and pull down her knickers slowly and free the clasp of her brimming cups and grab the peak of her nipples with both of his hands, He will pinch them while he will place soft wet kisses down her spine and she will moan and groan. He will grab her arse and slap them hard as a punishment. She will cry out loud and sweet Morgana, he loves it. He will slap it again, enjoying the fluttering movement of her lovely round arse cheek. He will plant a soft kiss on it and will move slowly to her nether lips and she will whisper gibberish but moan and arch her body, giving him more than a peek of her entrance. He will suck, nibble and bite on her clit while running his tongue. He will taste her come as she screams in ecstasy.
He claims his mate's mouth again and she responds passionately as he places his finger in Hermione's warm mouth while instructing her to suck on it. She will nod reluctantly as he magically removes his clothes and would not wait and dive inside her wet cunt. Holy Christ, she was warm and wet as he enters her and she will cry which is muffled by the finger she is sucking on and bites on it. Harry hiss in pain and pleasure as he patiently waits for his mate to relax while placing soft kisses down her arched back, caressing her hair as she gave a muffled whimper and nodded at him to continue. Harry cautiously pulls out and dives inside again, controlling himself from pounding inside her.
With her moans of pleasure as she sucked on his finger and gave small nibbles Harry pulls out and dives inside hard. He thrusts and delves deeper, grabbing her arse and squeezing it as she cries and bit down on his finger again. He hisses again and thrusts hard and fast-
Merlin saggy balls did he just imagine that?
Normal POV
She felt Harry staring at her so she got distracted from her book and started to ask but her question got stuck in her throat as she gave out a loud gasp. Why were her hormones running wild again? She prided at her controland she loved that about herself. A glimpse of Harry just ruined that all. This was the second time she was having these feelings. She had it in sixth year, but this was much more intense. It was almost like her hormones were dancing, totally out of her control. Like someone as snatched the control from her. She helplessly gazed back in his eyes she loved so much, unable to tear her gaze.
His emerald green eyes carried so much lust and want that Hermione felt her butterflies in her stomach and a something clenching inside her and she felt… there something throbbing. This is he first time she felt that throbbing and it took her a few minutes to realize that it was her… that.
Holy shite, she was aroused. The abrasive Hermione in her was shrieking in shame. Her face burned like it was on a hot pan.
Harry's eyes stared at her form unblinkingly as his eyes traveled to her nether region. His nostrils flared as his eyes snapped back at hers and she couldn't believe that the look of lust intensified. Gods, she felt the tightening again and she rubbed her thighs for the friction instinctively, she suddenly needed a good rub there, god knows why.
And Hermione got a feeling that he knew that she was aroused.
Hermione closed her eyes and clenched her fists, panting slightly. She didn't know this feeling, this tightening… somewhere, she couldn't concentrate on the location, just the feelings it erupted in her body. She never remembered being so unfocussed in her life. She felt she was close to something… so unfamiliar…
Harry's eyes widened a little as he could hear the slight throbbing of her clit and he knew, oh Merlin he knew she was close. He needed to get out of here now; he wouldn't be able to control himself if she comes. He would ravish her senseless and then he will bite her.
So he stood up abruptly and ignored the discomfort of the tight feelings as his erection strained in his pants and stormed out of the compartment, he walked fast to the men's restroom, locked the door, unzipped his pants and came, harder than ever. His eyes clenched at the unbearable pleasure as he came violently.
"Hermione…" he moaned inaudibly as he shuddered in the aftermaths of his orgasm. The best orgasm he had in his life. He can't get back to the compartment as it would be filled the musky yet sweet scent of his Hermione's orgasm. Just because of his heated gazes, now he can't be even near her.
He growled, an inhuman rumble coming out of his chest.
He walked out of the restroom ignoring the squeals and giggles of girls and Parvati's gaping mouth. He walked right to Ron's compartment.
"Hello Harry. There aren't any Wrackspurts around you, I am curious as how did you get rid of them?" Luna's voice greeted him just as he entered the compartment.
Harry smiled at her genuinely.
"Just a bit of this and that Luna." Harry answered vaguely to her and grinned. Luna nodded and picked up her Quibbler, now reading it vertically.
"Hey mate! You got your eyesight cured?" Ron waved and Harry smiled back, happy for some distraction.
"Where's Neville?" Harry asked.
"Right here." Neville grinned, as he slid open the compartment door, sitting beside Ron as Ginny entered at the same time, taking a seat beside Luna.
"Where's Hermione?" Neville asked, glancing back at the compartment door, "she isn't with you?"
"Is she okay?" Luna asked dreamily, giving him a knowing look.
Harry gave a slow smile, "Why won't she be fine?" It served to distract him with the first stirring of anger he felt for Neville.
Luna didn't answer. But Harry had something to confirm.
He sat down beside Neville. Harry was pleased to find the rosy tint coloring her cheeks and he grinned to find that Veela charms worked even on the most unresponsive women. Harry roared with laughter internally as Luna had difficulty concentrating on the Quibbler and blinked furiously while panting slightly. Harry's grin widened and with that he shut off his Veela charms.
Luna finally gained control of herself and glared at Harry, but Harry's suspicions were confirmed.
She knew what he was.
Until Harry contemplated what to do about it, a strong musky scent of someone's arousal hit his nose and with a start he realized it was Ginny. She looked like a cat in heat, ready to pounce on him.
"Er… got to go and order Prefect to start their duties."
Harry felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around to meet the dull brown eyes of Ginny. Hermione's was a lot better though, Harry always thought even in the sixth year, they were very expressive compared to Ginny.
"Yes?" Harry asked the tongue-tied Ginny.
"Er, well I am a Prefect, so tell me the duties."
"Come on." Harry beckoned and they both walked out of the compartment.
"You've changed." Ginny said with an appreciative glance.
Harry didn't really find her interest pleasing, "I have. Exercising helped a lot."
Ginny pressed her lips together in a thoughtful manner.
"You came back too. To repeat a year at Hogwarts." She said nonchalantly.
"Well Hermione-" Harry cut off, Ginny halting in front of the Prefect's compartment as she looked at him questioningly.
"Let's go inside." Harry said hurriedly, opening the compartment door.
All the laughter, talks and wand waving stopped when Harry and Ginny entered the compartment. Harry's eyes narrowed on a sixth year Slytherin boy whose hand was frozen midair as he stopped in the mid of his threat at a fifth year Gryffindor girl, who looked grateful for interruption.
"You are a Prefect." Harry said coldly and the Slytherin brat snapped out of his daze while giving a sneer to the girl, who just like a Gryffindor, glared back. Ginny glared at the Slytherin boy, who looked a little frightened as Ginny took a seat beside him and turned to the Head Boy.
"Well, we will have a proper meeting once we reach Hogwarts, so all of you go to the compartment and tell them to get dressed, we will reach Hogwarts soon. Also, warn students who look too enthusiastic to hex their peers inside the compartments. Now go." Harry said as he emphasized the last sentence on the Slytherin brat, who looked a little ashamed.
Everyone nodded and scampered out of the compartment. Ginny did the job of glaring at the girls who was brave enough to giggle and wink at Harry.
He walked off, hoping that Hermione's alluring scent would have been dispersed from the room, but he couldn't ignore his small, hopeful and reckless part that hoped there must be lingering scent for him to take a good long whiff and enjoy it in small doses.
He shook his head to clear his dirty thoughts and took a deep breath.
He opened the compartment and controlled himself to growl out loud in menace, but he couldn't control a small rumbling inhuman growl from his chest, which stopped the two from arguing.
"Just so you know, Granger, it isn't over." Draco sneered and walked while giving a deliberate push from his shoulders when Harry moved a little to let him get out. Harry gave his own menacing glare.
Draco gave a mocking scared look.
"Oh look Potter, I am scared! So the knight in shining armor has finally appeared for mudblood Granger." Draco eyes narrowed.
Harry got a feeling that Draco would sooner or later find out that he is a Veela. One who could accomplish a feat of fixing the Vanishing cabinet; Harry didn't think this would be a very difficult task for him. While male Veelas are very rare, he still didn't think it was impossible for him. But the most bugging question in his mind was:
Why was he sitting opposite Hermione, totally at ease, while arguing so passionately with her?
He still controlled his Veela, who was itching to burst and kill this man who dared to go near his mate and cause her distress.
"Go Malfoy, shove your thing in some other girls cunt and have some pleasurable pureblood incest with your distant cousins." Harry growled out.
And he knew he hit a nerve as Draco's features twisted in pure rage.
"I will shag whomever I want, incest or not, it's none of your business Potter." Malfoy spat with malice.
"Good, now go disturb someone else." Harry said angrily.
Hermione finally interrupted before Malfoy could open his mouth.
"Go Malfoy, I don't want any fighting here. Harry that was too much, you are a Head Boy!" Hermione reprimanded both of them while glaring at both of them. Harry gave her an incredulous look.
"He called you a mudblood, Hermione. I won't tolerate it." Harry protested but soon shut up when Hermione pinned him with 'the Hermione look' he used to annoy him so much but now love it so much that he couldn't help but obey.
"And Malfoy, you better not offend a Head Girl, or she won't take it nicely next time." Hermione snapped at him while starting to poke in his chest, but stopped and let her hand fall down. Harry noticed a look of bitter disappointment in Malfoy when she distanced herself from him.
"I am sorry, but I am trying." Draco apologized sincerely and glared at Harry but avoided Hermione. His turned and walked in the all too familiar aristocratic stride of a pure Malfoy. Hermione rolled her eyes at the gaping Harry.
"Did-did he just apologize? Did that Malfoy just apologize?"
"Yeah he just apologized and he came here to apologize in first place." Hermione said as she sat down and opened her book to continue reading. But Harry wasn't done.