Youthful Love

Chapter 3

AN. I wanted to release this around Christmas, but I got sidetracked. Oh well, Happy new Decade.

Christmas was drawing near. As he tried to solve the mystery of Nicholas Flamel, Harry continued enjoying his relationship with Hermione. The bookish girl had proven to be a very energetic lover, always willing to please her master, especially when he least expects it.

Hermione had wrote to her parents, asking if she could spend Christmas at Hogwarts, claiming she had a research project to do over the break. (Not a complete lie, but not wholly the truth.) Her parents agreed, which Hermione celebrated by giving Harry a long night of non-stop sex.

Christmas came around quickly after that. Strangely, after the confirmation night, Hermione asked if she and Harry might hold off until Christmas. When asked why, she said that she had a plan to make the day special. Harry agreed, seeing as he would never force sex upon Hermione despite their situation.

On Christmas morning, Harry was shocked to find that he had presents, which he opened along with Ron. Ron’s mother had sent the boy a shirt with his initial on it, which Harry found touching. Ron had been a bit surprised, but was glad that his friend was enjoying himself, even with such a simple, and in his opinion embarrassing, gift.

Harry found another gift for him under the tree. He judged by the shape it was a book. He looked at the cover and saw it was from Hermione.

“Leave it to Hermione to get someone a book as a gift,” Ron said.

Harry gave the boy an angry look.

Ron flinched at his friend’s glare. “Sorry,” he said quickly. Ron had figured out that there was something between Harry and Hermione shortly after Halloween. He had seen how they spent so much time together. It didn’t bother him too much, but he knew he had to be extra careful about what he said, or else his friend gave him a very disconcerting glare.

Harry eased up on Ron and opened the package. Inside was a book on Wizard Culture. Harry smiled. He remembered asking Hermione about the book the morning after their first love-making. He opened the book to find a note inside the front cover.

It read;
“Harry,
This is only your first present. You get the REAL present tonight.
XOXOXO,
‘Mione”

Harry smiled. He could only imagine what that crazy girl had planned for him. After the book, Harry found his final present, the invisibility cloak. He was shocked that his father had such an object. He wondered who had sent it to him, but he knew that the cloak could be incredibly useful.


Harry laid in his bed later that evening, shuffling through the culture book. After a day of Christmas fun, including a snowball fight in the courtyard, Harry was looking forward to whatever “present” Hermione had in mind. It had been a little odd the last few weeks. She seemed to be purposefully keeping distance with her master. Their kisses were never allowed to go too far and he wasn’t allowed to touch too much. Harry hoped all that would stop after tonight.

Harry sat up as the bed-curtain ruffled. He smiled happily as the beautiful face of his love-slave appeared from nowhere and hovered in mid-air. Harry had loaned her his cloak so she could sneak in easier. She’d suggested he use it to get into her room, but he didn’t feel comfortable being around so many girls. Hermione found that adorable.

Harry sat up and planted a sweet, yet longing kiss on her lips. “Happy Christmas ‘Mione,” he said.

“Happy Christmas Master,” she replied with a sweet smile and a mildly seductive tone. “Are you ready to see your present?”

Harry nodded. He quickly cast the usual charms around his bed.

Giggling, Hermione slowly pushed a bit of the cloak up, allowing the fabric to slide off her bare left shoulder. She did it again for the other. Harry grew anxious as her soft, pale skin slowly came into view. She then smiled brightly as she allowed the cloak to fall around her legs.

Harry watched as her body came into view. It didn’t take long to notice his presents. After all, she had gone to the trouble of wrapping them. Around her crest was wrapped a lacey red ribbon, tied with a bow. Harry was surprised to find that the ribbon was pressing something on Hermione’s body. Something that hadn’t been there the last time they were intimate.

“What do you think?” She asked.

“Hermione…” He said, surprised. “You have… breasts! Real, proper breasts.”

Hermione smiled and giggled at her master’s reaction. Where once there were only small buds of emerging womanhood were now fully formed breasts. They weren’t large, little more than decent-sized B-cups. Still, she now had noticeable cleavage which was made more apparent by the ribbon which pressed them together. She held up her arms, turning to properly show off her new curves.

“Do you like them?” she asked. “I brewed a special potion that sped up their growth. What do you think?”

Harry gazed at her new assets for a time before giving her a concerned look. “‘Mione love, you didn’t have to do this for me. I loved the way you looked before.”

“I know,” Hermione replied. “I know that you think I’m beautiful, you’ve told me more than once. I didn’t do it out of self-consciousness. I did it to please you.” She pouted. “Are you displeased Master?”

Harry sighed and shook his head. He then drew her to him and delivered a passionate kiss. He felt her new breasts push into his chest and suddenly realized why she had been so distant. The growth had to have been gradual and she didn’t want him to notice the change before tonight.

“Happy Christmas Harry,” Hermione sighed as they broke the kiss.

“Happy Christmas Hermione,” Harry replied as he pulled her in again.

Harry took the opportunity to cop a feel of his Christmas presents. They felt soft and warm to the touch. Hermione moaned from the sensation. Soon, Harry felt hard nipples poking through the ribbon.

Hermione broke the kiss and pushed the boy onto his butt. He was about to ask why when she began pulling down his bed pants and pulling out his rod. She licked the rod sweetly, then began to rub the tip over the swell of her breasts.

“So, Master,” Hermione said. “How would like give your slave a good old fashioned titty-fuck?”

Harry nodded as the girl pulled his rod under the ribbon and in between her new set of tits. Hermione used her hands to press the small mounds together as she bounced them around his cock. Harry couldn’t believe how good it felt. Her soft tits rubbed against the sides his cock. They were still to small to wrap around it, but the sensation was pleasurable.

“Oh, god!” he muttered. “ ‘Mione! That feels wonderful! Keep going!”

Hermione went lower on the rod and wrapped her mouth around the tip. She sucked and rubbed the rod until Harry reached his limit. He came hard down her throat. Hermione quickly swallowed the semen as she released the rod from her cleavage.

Harry panted after his release. Then he saw Hermione stick her chest out.

“Care to open your presents?” She asked.

Harry nodded as his hands reached for the bow. He tugged on the ends until it came undone, then pulled the ribbon away. Hermione’s breasts were round and perky. Her nipples stood erect from her arousal. Harry cupped the mounds in his hands before leaning down to suck on her tits. Hermione moaned as Harry gently licked and sucked on her assets.

“Oh Harry!” she moaned. “I love you!”

Harry pulled back in surprise. It was the first time that either of them had ever openly said those words. Sure, they flirted, but the words “I love you” had been held in reserve. Harry was surprised that she had said them.

Hermione frowned in worry. “Did I just ruin everything? Oh, god! I’m so stupid! I just blurt that out and now…”

Hermione was suddenly silenced as Harry pressed his mouth over hers. Their tongues wrestled as they shared their passion.

When he pulled away, Harry gave her a loving smile. “I love you too Hermione.”

With small happy tears in her eyes Hermione tackled the boy and kissed him more passionately than ever. They held and caressed each other as they shared a loving kiss. Feeling his hardness against her thigh, Hermione quickly guided the rod to her uncovered entrance. Harry slid in and Hermione began to bounce her hips up and down, all without breaking the kiss.

Harry flipped over and began pumping into her. He looked down as her face flushed with pleasure. He leaned down, lacing her neck with kisses.

“I love you so much ‘Mione,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful. I love you!”

“Oh Harry!” Hermione moaned. “Oh god I love you! Please Master! Fuck me more! Fuck me hard Master!”

Harry pulled her onto his lap. He began to rain kisses all over her boobs and collar. He then leaned back, allowing her to bounce on him again. He watched as her boobs bounced with each hump, then grabbed them and squeezed them.

“I’m cumming Master!” she exclaimed. “I’m cumming!”

The two released, their juices pouring out. Hermione collapsed onto Harry, who wrapped her lovingly in his arms.

After catching her breath, Hermione spoke, “I meant it you know. I do love you Harry, more than anything.”

“And I love you,” he replied. “You mean the world to me.”

They laid there in a loving embrace for a time before moving under the covers. The kids spooned against each other, with Harry reentering from behind. He gently pumped into her as she pressed her back into his chest.

“I’m so happy Harry,” Hermione said softly as she was gently fucked from behind. “Now I truly am your Love-slave.”

“I’m happy too ‘Mione,” Harry replied.

The humping grew more impassioned as Harry played with her fun bags. He began to hump her hard from behind. He squeezed the tits gently and teasingly as his lover moaned. He lifted her leg to give better access.

“Oh, Master,” she moaned as he fucked her. “That’s good. More!”

Harry responded, gripping her hip as pounded her. He kissed into her collar as he pumped her pussy.

“Oh, Master!” she exclaimed. “Oh, my, oh my ohmy… AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Finally, she climaxed. Harry also released into her, pumping her full of his seed again. They laid there panting as exhaustion hit.

“Goodnight my love,” Harry said. “Happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas,” she replied drowsily.

Cuddling together, they fell asleep. Both slept with a feeling of great happiness at expressing their love.