Youthful Love

Ch 2

After a good night’s sleep, the young wizard awoke to a bush of brown hair. As the drowsiness of sleep left he remembered what had transpired the previous night. As he smiled at the unexpected memory, he hugged the girl closer. The movement woke Hermione, who, upon realizing where she was and who she was with, smiled and snuggled closer to Harry.

“So, Hermione,” said Harry as he held her nude body in his arms, “Where did you hear of this love-slave stuff?”

Hermione sighed dreamily and cuddled into his chest. “In some wizard culture books,” she replied. “I picked up a whole bunch so I could be prepared. I didn’t want my being muggleborn to be too obvious. Some people don’t care for us, you know. One of the staff at the supply store gave me a weird look.”

Harry felt very angry about that. How could anyone mistreat this sweet, beautiful creature laying with him. Harry held her close. “If I ever saw that I’d give that fool what for. No one mistreats my Hermione.”

Hermione smiled as she lifted up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “My chivalrous Harry,” she said. “Don’t worry about it Harry. I have you. That’s all I need.” Then she reached for his rod, which was still in the “morning wood” state. “That, and a good fucking.”

Harry grinned mischievously. “I think I’d like to read that book of yours.”

Hermione kissed her master before raising her hips. She aligned herself under his sheets, placing him at her entrance before dropping down, taking the whole thing in one go.

“Oooh,” she moaned. “That was much better.”

The young witch rode the stiff pole with surprising vigor given how early it was. Harry gripped the girl’s hips and helped in the wild pumping. Hermione moaned happily as she felt his rod slide in and out rapidly.

“Oh, Harry!” She said. “Oh fuck! I love this! Oh fuck me! Fuck me!”

Harry rolled them over and pinned the girl beneath him. He kissed her as he pumped into her more. The two young lovers continued to thrust their hips together in a strong rhythm. Harry drew closer to Hermione as he drew to the end.

“I’m cumming Hermione!” he said into her ear.

“Cum inside me Master,” Hermione whispered. “Cum inside your little slave Master! Cum in me!”

The two quickly reached climax. Harry came deep inside his love-slave as her own juices began to spill out.

“Ohhhhhh, Master!” Hermione moaned as she came.

Harry collapsed onto Hermione as they panted tiredly. He fell to his side, pulling out of her hot pussy. They held each other a while longer. Soon they realized everyone would be waking up soon. Hermione gathered her clothes and quickly dressed. She and Harry shared one more kiss as she backed out of his bed.

“Good luck at your match today,” she said. “I’ll be cheering for you.”

Harry smiled widely, more so than ever before. He laid back in his bed, warm with thoughts of the future.


Later that day, Harry played his first Quiddich match. It was amazing and terrifying at the same time. It only got worse when his broom was jinxed. The boy found himself gripping the enchanted vehicle for his life. Hermione, suspecting Snape of jinxing him, acted immediately to save her master. Her fiery distraction saved Harry and gave him the shot he needed to catch the snitch. It was a tad touch-and-go. She panicked when she saw him fly off his broom while trying to catch the small golden orb. But that worry turned to cheers as she saw him stand and pop the snitch out of his mouth.

Everyone celebrated the youngest Seeker’s victory. After everyone had a go at congratulating the boy, Hermione managed to drag him off for some private snogging time. They had both decided to hold off on letting people know they were together (much less master and slave) for a little while.

After a fierce snogging, Hermione slapped the boy’s arm. “What were you thinking with that broom-surfing stunt?!” She scolded. “You could’ve broken your neck!”

Harry just smiled. “I could’ve had a lot worse happen if not for you,” he said. “I hope this doesn’t mean we’re even. I don’t want to lose my ‘Mione so soon.”

“ ‘Mione’?” she commented.

Harry chuckled. “Master’s can’t give their slaves nicknames?” He asked.

Hermione also chuckled. “Don’t worry Master. In my heart, nothing will ever make up for what you’ve done for me. I was just acting in my role to protect my beloved Master.”

Harry drew the girl into his arms for another kiss. Hermione then pulled back and waved a hand in front of her face.

“Harry,” She said. “Have you showered yet?”

Harry looked down. He suddenly realized he was still in his sweaty Quiddich uniform. In all the excitement, he had forgotten to change. “Sorry ‘Mione.” He said.

The girl shook her head. “Let’s find somewhere to get you clean, you dirty boy,” she said playfully.

They quickly found a private shower. Locking the door and silence-charming the room, the two pre-teens began to strip. As Harry pulled off his Quiddich-gear, he noticed Hermione pulling off her skirt, showing of her bare backside.

“No panties?” he said. “Who’s the dirty one here, eh ‘Mione?”

Hermione giggled as she turned and flaunted her bare sex for Harry‘s approval. “If you’re worried, I use an obscuring charm to keep anyone from seeing under my skirt. My bits are for your eyes only.”

Harry smiled as he reached out and pulled her closer. “And what lovely bits they are,” he commented before fingering her moist pussy.

Hermione moaned slightly as her master played with her. “Harry, please,” she begged. “That’s why we’re showering. Don’t want to get all worked up and make a mess on the floor do you?”

Harry gave her a look that said he was really considering it.

Hermione smiled and shook her head. She pulled out of his grip and finished undressing. They both stepped into the shower. The magically warmed water began to wet the two lovers. Hermione ran it through her wild hair, the water soaking the locks and turning them into a flowing mane of wet hair.

Even though his vision was not as good without his glasses, Harry could see well enough to make the judgment that the flowing appearance of her watered-down hair made her look stunning.

Harry grabbed the girl from behind, kissing into her neck as his hands massaged her small breasts. He lightly pinched her tiny tits, earning a pleasured moan from Hermione. She in turn began to rub her backside against his rod.

A backwards kiss was shared as Hermione turned and began to play with his dick with her hands. They looked in each other’s eyes as Hermione began to rub the tip against her entrance. Harry pushed his rod inside her warmth, eliciting moans from both of them.

Harry sat under the stream as Hermione bounced on his hips. Harry watched as the water bounced off of her beautiful chest. He leaned forward and licked her right tit, earning moans from the girl.

“Harry!” she exclaimed.

“You’re so beautiful ‘Mione!” Harry said as he began to suck on her other tit.

“Oh Master!” She says. “You treat me sooo good! AHHH! Fuck me master! Fuck your little whore!”

“Don’t say that,” Harry replied, though still humping her from below. “You’re no whore ‘Mione. You belong only to me.”

“That’s why…AH… I’m…Oh Fuck!… why I’m Your whore…Oooh… Master,” Hermione said with as teasingly a tone as possible between her moaning. “You needn’t… oh god… get so uptight…fuck me… about the wordplay. That’s my job!”

To illustrate her point, Hermione’s cunt began to tighten around Harry in a brief spasm. They accelerated their pace as Harry moved her under him. They began to draw close to the end again.

“OH Harry! Oh Master!” Hermione cried. “I’m your lover! I’m your whore! I’m your Slave! I’m whatever you want, just cum in MEEEEEEEEEE!”

Harry came inside as Hermione’s pussy constricted from her own orgasm. They panted as the water shifted to a cooler temperature, which helped them cool down.

Hermione looked up at Harry as he caught his breath. She smiled naughtily, not quite satisfied. “Master…” she said in voice that was purposefully cute and needy at the same time. “You slave is still horny for her master. Can we go again?”

“Jeez,” Harry replied. “You’re insatiable Hermione.”

Hermione nodded readily at his statement as she pulled him out of her cunt. The pre-teen girl got on her hands and knees and shook her adorable round bum at her master.

“Master,” she said in a more seductive tone. “Why don’t you fuck your slave in her ass?”

Harry gave her a surprised look. He had heard somewhere that girls were generally hesitant about anal sex. Then again, he reasoned, Hermione isn’t like most girls.

“You okay with that Hermione?”

She nodded readily.

Harry scooted up behind her. He began to rub the tip of his rod outside her sphincter, teasing her. Hermione moaned as she anxiously awaited her anal virginity being ripped open. Harry gripped her thin waist as he plunged into her bowels.

“OH God!” She exclaimed. The insertion into her ass had been almost as painful as her first time. However, Hermione quickly adapted and began to shift back and forth eagerly, slipping the rod in and out.

Harry reacted and began pumping into his slave in time with her shifts. He pumped into her tight hole with all the strength he could muster.

“Oh Master,” Hermione moaned. “It’s so… weird. But it’s hot. It’s hot in this whore’s ass. Fuck this whore Master! Fuck my ass harder!”

Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips into Hermione’s neck. He reached around, gripping her nubile chest and pulling her up. He kissed her neck as he kneaded her soft, developing tits. She pulled one of his hands down to her pussy, where it began to get active.

“Hermione!” he said. “I’m cumming!”

“Cum Master!” she replied. “Cum in my ASS!”

Harry pumped rapidly as he released inside her anal canal for the first time. Hermione shuddered at the odd feeling and came over Harry’s hand. They stopped and panted as they caught their breath. Hermione turned her head and gave Harry a kiss.

After a sweet snog, Harry chuckled. “We come to get clean and only make a bigger mess.”

Hermione giggled, “Where better than a shower to get dirty?”

Harry smiled. “I think I’ll keep you Miss. Granger.”

“I’m yours to keep my Master.”