Youthful Love

Youthful Love

H/Hr

AN. Involves Harry and Hermione in first year. More pairings in later chapters.


Harry had been going to Hogwarts for a good few months now. In that time he’d had more fun than he thought possible. He had made good friends, namely his new best friend Ron Weasley, something he had never had before. What’s more, he was becoming increasingly popular, what with his being recruited for Quiddich when it was supposed to be against the rules. Even though he doubted his natural skills, Harry did find practice fun and couldn’t wait for the first match, which was to be the day after Halloween.

There was only one thing about life at Hogwarts that had young Harry down. This thing was something that had been central in the boy’s 11-year-old mind since the train ride to Hogwarts. This something was a certain bossy, curly-haired brunette who had burst into their cabin looking for a lost toad.

From the instant he first met the fiery young Hermione Granger, he’d been enamored with her. He found everything about her beautiful, from her wild locks to her adorable face and her voice, which, when not being used in a berating tone, was very gentle and sweet.

Having never had much interaction with girls growing up, Harry was very hesitant to share this feeling with Hermione. What’s worse, she and Ron got on like cats and dogs. It was increasingly bothersome for Harry, who never wanted to come between the two of them.

However, it was, in fact, one of these very arguments that lead to one of the most amazing events of the young boy’s school term.


It had been a normal day (for lack of a better term) for Harry. He was in Charms along with most of his house, including both Ron and Hermione. Instantly, Harry knew they would argue, as they were right next to each other, which never lead to any good.

Sure enough, no longer had Professor Flitwick assigned their task, to levitate a feather, then the arguing began.

“Ron, stop. You’re going to put someone’s eye out,” she said as she watched the boy flailed his wand about violently trying to cast the spell.

“Bugger off!” Ron retorted, continuing to flail.

Harry watched in distain as he saw the situation devolve into another quarrel. He felt slightly luck he was paired with Seamus that day and was a few desks away which kept him out of the situation. He also regretted this because Ron was making a fool of himself and the tone Hermione was using wasn’t her bossy tone, but her concerned tone.

Hermione, ruffled by Ron’s scornful reply, could not help descending into bossy mode. “Besides that,” she continued, “You’re saying it wrong! It’s Levi-O-sa, not Levio-SA!”

“You do it then, you’re so clever,” Ron challenged.

Harry could see the slight nervousness that had been on her face for only a second. He had discovered long ago that, even though she seemed to enjoy showing off her impressive knowledge, she was also slightly shy about being the center of attention. She hid it well, but Harry always caught that moment of indecision that made him wish they were closer so that he could help her.

But, with a calm demeanor, Hermione raised her wand, gave a graceful wave and said the spell, “Wingardium Leviosa!” And then the feather began to float around the room. Hermione glowed with pride.

Harry found himself smiling as well. It was moments like this that caused Harry to find himself falling even more for her. These moments of personal victory that made her just radiate.

Flitwick was very impressed with the young witch and awarded five points for her victory. While Hermione, and silently Harry, was pleased, much of the class groaned as the girl again drew attention to herself.

After the class, Harry was walking to lunch with the boys of Gryffindor. As they walked, Ron began to mock Hermione, much to Harry’s chagrin.

“It’s Levi-O-saw,” Ron said in a snotty voice meant to mock Hermione’s voice. “She’s such a little bitchy know-it-all, I swear!”

Harry rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to tell the boy off while his classmates all laughed. She had been trying to help him. If he hadn’t acted like a snot she might have made sure he didn’t fail the lesson. He then was surprised as someone pushed past him. He realized that it was Hermione, and the brief glance he got at her face as she pushed threw the boys disheartened him. He could easily see she was crying.

Harry watched sadly as the young witch rushed past. He began to wonder if she thought he had been the one to laugh at her. This saddened him even more, the thought that he helped make her feel bad.

He then focused on the real problem. He roughly shoved Ron. “I think she heard you,” He stated with strong certainty.

“Big deal,” Ron replied sternly, confused as to why Harry was sticking up for the snotty girl. True, he had never teased her with him before, but Harry also never bothered with their quarrels before.

“She was trying to help you, you know,” Harry said with a small bit of anger in his voice. “She only acted like that because you were mean to her first.”

Ron wanted to reply, but realized there was some truth to what he said. He shook it off, saying, “Who cares? She’s still an annoying know-it-all, and everyone knows it.”

Harry just sighed angrily and decided to end the conversation there.


Later at dinner, Harry grew worried as he hadn’t seen Hermione since charms. He asked if anyone had seen her when Seamus said that he had heard from the girls that Hermione had been crying in the girls’ wash all day, crying. Harry gave Ron a very scornful look, to which his friend shrugged. Harry then resolved to go and apologize to Hermione. He knew that this time he had to take a side and that it was hers.

Then Prof. Quirril ran in, screaming about a troll before fainting. Everyone began to panic before Dumbledore called for silence. He ordered the prefects to take the students to their houses and that the teachers would follow him to the dungeon.

Harry was half-way to the tower when, to his horror, he realized that Hermione didn’t know about the Troll. He grabbed Ron, reminding him of the fact, and the two boys ran to warn her.

The boys were almost there when they saw a huge shadow in the hall. They realized that the troll was in the halls and was heading to the bathroom.

Hermione had just left the stall where she had been sobbing to find the monstrous troll standing over her, club in hand, ready to strike. She could not move for fright. As it raised its club, Hermione just stood in horror.

Then came the voice…

Hearing those words gave her the jolt she needed to leap out of the way as the monster swung, nearly crushing her. She then watched in awe as Harry leaped onto the monster. He struck at the creature’s head, which only served to anger it. Harry pulled out his wand, hoping to use a spell on it. Alas, as the beast flailed, Harry’s wand was shot up it’s nose.

Things then got worse as the beast gripped Harry’s leg and held him out to swat at. Harry quickly ducked every swing but couldn’t keep it up forever.

“Ron!” He shouted as he dodged again. “Do something!”

“What?!” Ron asked, panicking.

“Anything!”

It was then Ron thought of something. He pulled out his wand. He looked at Hermione. “How do I say it again?!”

Realizing his plan, she shouted, “Levi-O-sa!”

Ron then nodded, gracefully moving his wand as he had seen her do and repeating the spell. The troll swung again at Harry, only to find it’s club missing. It looks around a second before the floating club struck it over the head. The troll dropped Harry and passed out on the ground.

Harry managed to pick himself up and pull his wand, miraculously unharmed, from the beast’s nose. Hermione, in an awed and emotional state, ran to the boy and hugged him close. She sobbed a bit into his shoulder, still shaken by the horrible events that had transpired. Harry, though uncertainly hesitant at first, decided to take a chance and returned the embrace, rubbing the scared girl’s back comfortingly.

The teachers came in later. McGonagall took five points from Hermione, who claimed she had been hunting the troll to keep the boys out of trouble. She also reward five points to Harry and Ron for their heroism. Walking to their dorm, Ron and Hermione decided to bury the hatchet after many apologies from Ron. This event made Harry very happy indeed.


Later that night, as Harry lay awake, wondering what life would be like now that Hermione was officially his friend, he was startled by movement outside the bed curtains.

“Harry?” called a familiar soft-sweet voice quietly. “Harry are you awake?”

“Hermione?” he asked as the girl peeked in. “How’d you get in here?”

“An older girl taught me a trick, something students in the old-days figured out,” she replied. “I want to talk to you, about today.”

Harry sat up in bed and cast a soft illuminating spell so he could see her. She looked very pretty in a soft pink nightie that ended just below her butt. She looked at him more intensely than anyone ever had before.

“Harry,” she said. “Were you laughing with Ron and the others at me?”

Harry quickly shook his head. “No. I hated Ron for that. I felt he was very unfair, considering you were trying to help him.”

She nodded. “That’s good, I’m glad.” She then looked at him again. “And, when you thought I was in danger, you came to save me yourself?”

Harry nodded. “Well, I did tell Ron to come. Good thing I did too, or we’d both have died.”

She nodded again. “Okay, umm… Harry,” she then said nervously, breaking her gaze. “This next question may seem a bit odd, but trust me. It’s important.”

Harry nodded.

“What do you know about…” she hesitated with the last word. “…sex?”

Harry was taken a tad aback. He hadn’t really expected a question like that. “Um, why do you ask that Hermione?”

“I’ll explain,” she said impatiently. “Just answer me first.”

“Well, I know the basic mechanics of it,” he replied. “I learned it in Muggle school.”

“You went to muggle school?” Hermione asked, looking at him with surprise.

“Yeah,” replied Harry. “I was raised by my muggle aunt and her family. I only learned about the wizarding world right before term.”

“Me too,” Hermione replied excitedly.

“Really?” Harry asked in interest.

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’m a muggleborn, my parents are muggles.”

“Wow,” Harry said in shock. “That amazing. I mean, I figured wizards all came from wizard families. But, then again, I think my mum was like that.”

“Yeah, I read that somewhere,” she said. “I think it was a footnote in one of the biographies on your life. Funny that they never mentioned you lived with muggles.”

“Well, it wasn’t the best sort of living,” he said. “They didn’t like me very much.”

Hermione lost much of the enthusiastic feeling that had building up and felt a bit sad at this revelation. “Gee, I’m sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay,” Harry replied. “It’s in the past now.” Then he remembered where this little tangent began. “Now, what is this about sex?”

Hermione blushed as she realized she nearly forgot her purpose there. She looked back at Harry intently and said, “This is my final question Harry. I want you to please answer me as truthfully as possible. Do you like me?”

Harry cocked his brow in confusion to such a question which seemed, on the surface, unrelated to the topic. “Well, yes,” he replied, “I do like you Hermione. I’m hoping we’ll be real good friends.”

Hermione shook her head. “No Harry, I mean do you… like me?”

Harry wondered a second what she meant before the realization hit him. He then struggled a bit whether to tell her his actual feelings or to try and hide it. He decided on the former.

“Well,” he said, “the truth is… I’ve actually liked you for a while now. I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met and I really do like you.”

Hermione smiled and leaped on Harry. She tackled him to his bed and, before he could properly react, began to kiss him on the lips. Harry’s eyes widened in shock as his first crush pressed her lips against his, firmly and tenderly. Slowly, he returned the kiss, holding her nimble young form against him.

When the kiss broke, Harry, a trifle dizzy in the head from it, drew up the wit to ask her, “What was that for?”

“For saving my life,” she said. “And for helping me make my choice.”

She sat up on his bed and pulled her wand from a holster on her bare thigh. She held the wand before her and said, “I, Hermione Jane Granger, under Wizard Tradition, offer myself to Harry Potter as his personal Love-Slave. This shall hold until my death or such time as when he chooses to release me from my bond.” She then addressed him. “Does Harry Potter accept my offer?”

Harry looked at the girl in shock and confusion. “Hermione? What are you doing?” he asked. “What’s all this about being a love-slave and traditions?”

“I owe you a life debt,” she replied. “You saved me from that troll, risking your life just for me. Under Wizarding tradition, I have to find a way to repay you. I’m choosing to be your love-slave.”

“But I don’t want you to be a slave,” Harry said.

“Don’t be so worried,” Hermione continued. “It’s only a formal title. I’m not technically your slave in the traditional sense. It’s more like being legalized lovers without being married. Of course, if you wanted to get married sometime later it would be okay, but for now we would be lovers.”

“And by lovers you mean…”

Hermione nodded, “I’d be yours to have sex with whenever you please.”

Harry tried to process all this. This girl before him was offering herself to him, openly and willingly until he said otherwise. “But we’re too young, and why me?”

Hermione giggled at his modesty. “Firstly, in this case our age is irrelevant. As your love-slave, you can have sex with me no matter our age. And secondly, because you’re you. Not because of that Boy-who-lived nonsense, but because you’re kind and caring and heroic. You helped Neville at the risk of expulsion. You saved me. And I can tell we’ll have a lot in common, since we both come from muggle families. Being with you will be wonderful. And if it doesn’t work out, you can release me and that will be it.”

Harry took a second to process this. He took it all into account. “Are you sure?” He asked.

Hermione nodded eagerly as Harry picked up his wand.

“What do I say?” he asked.

“Just say something to the effect of ‘I accept’. But make it sound real formal.”

Harry nodded. He sighed and began. “I, Harry James Potter, accept the offer of Hermione Jane Granger to become my love-slave. She will serve in this role until her death or until such time as when I relieve her of her duties. And, should she choose to leave me of her own accord for another, I will honor her wishes and release her.”

Hermione smiled and touched her wand to his. “Now say, ‘so mote it be’.”

“So mote it be,” they said together. A wave of magical energy filled the two first-years as the bond was sealed.

After the magic faded, Harry felt an odd sensation. His body felt a bit warmer. “Are you alright Hermione?” he asked.

He was surprised to see the girl he had just made his slave with her left hand under her nightie. He could tell she was pleasing herself as she rubbed one of her small breasts with her right hand.

“Hermione?” Harry said, feeling slightly aroused at the sight.

“I guess the ritual makes you horny to ensure we seal the deal,” she replied through soft moans. She looked down at his pajama pants and smiled. “Looks like it’s working.”

Harry looked down and realized he had an erection. Hermione quickly dropped down and pulled down the front of his pants. The bulge sprung up, tenting his boxers. Hermione licked her lips as she pulled up the boxers. She stared hungrily at his rod.

“Wait!” Harry muttered, remembering their situation. “What if the others hear?”

Hermione picked up her wand and cast a silencing charm around the bed. She also cast a concealing charm so they would go unseen. “Better?” she asked.

Harry nodded as she went down on his penis. Hermione licked the rod like a lollypop before going over the top and drawing in the tip. Harry moaned in surprise as she gently sucked on his rod.

This is amazing, he thought. It feels so nice.

Hermione smiled around her new toy as she heard her new master moan. She went down more on him, taking it partially into her throat. Harry felt even better.

Feeling he should do something, Harry reached around Hermione until he reached the edge of her nightie, which had moved up around her waist, exposing her butt. Harry searched for the edge of her panties before realizing she hadn’t worn any. Turned on even more, he reached to her pussy and tried rubbing it.

Hermione moaned happily around the dick as she was played with. She pulled off the cock and said, “Lay down.”

Harry did so, allowing Hermone to sit on his face, giving him his first look at a girl’s bits. The lips looked soft and reddish-pink. Juices were apparent after his manual treatment. He had never seen something so appealing.

Hermione returned to sucking him off while Harry began to eat-out his love-slave. The two pleasured each other in the 69 position until they neared cumming.

Harry spoke up. “Her… Hermione. I’m gonna…”

Hermione heard and continued harder. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. Harry continued to lick her. Soon, Harry released. The spunk shot in the girl’s mouth and she quickly swallowed it. The sensation caused her to cum as well. She lost it all over Harry’s face.

As they recovered from their first sexual experience, Hermione cast a quick cleaning spell on them both. She then turned over and kissed Harry again. The two kissed more passionately than before. This time, their tongues ran through each other’s mouth as Hermione rubbed her hands against his chest and Harry found himself taking hold of her butt. As the two broke away, Hermione smiled. Then she sat up and removed her nightie, confirming she wore no undergarments. Harry removed his clothes as well.

Harry looked at the naked girl before him. She was the first real girl he had seen this way. Her body was lean, her figure still developing. Her breasts, however, did stick out a fair bit, possibly justifying a training bra. Hermione also admired Harry. Although he was skinny, he had built up some muscle from Quiddich practice. She had already noticed his dick, which seemed fairly large given their age, although Hermione had little to compare it to.

Hermione laid back on the bed, her legs spread invitingly. She gave0 the “come hither” sign with her finger and Harry obeyed.

Still hard, Harry lined himself up to her entrance. After a reassuring nod, Harry pushed into the soft entrance. Her pussy was tight and fresh. He pushed in until reaching her hymen. Her looked into her eyes, asking permission. She nodded.

With one thrust, Harry entered the girl. Hermione screamed as he ripped open her virginity. Harry held her close as the pain subsided. Hermione held tightly to the boy until her pain went away. She nodded into his shoulder, signaling him to continue. Slowly, Harry pumped into the girl beneath him. Hermione moaned as her virginal pain was filled with pleasure.

The two kissed as Harry upped the pace.

“Oh my!” exclaimed Hermione. “Oh, Harry! That’s so good! Yes! Oh fuck!”

Harry was both surprised and aroused by Hermione’s choice of words. In all the time they had been in school he had never heard her swear once.

Harry got on his knees to help gain more power, with his hands on her hips, Harry thrust harder and harder into Hermione’s pre-teen pussy.

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed. “Oh yes! Harry! Oh Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Harry picked up the pace at her urging. Hermione then gripped the boy’s arms and lifted herself up into a crouching position over his dick. She gyrated her hips in time with his thrusts, increasing the power of their lovemaking.

Harry leaned forward and sucked on her tits as they hung before his face.

“Oh Merlin! Oh just like that!” Hermione called in response to his actions. “Fuck me Harry! Oh this is so good!”

Slowly, the pair again reached climax.

“Harry!” She said. “I’m… I’m gonna… Fuck me!… I’m gonna come!”

“Me too!” He replied. “Where…?”

“Inside!” she said. “I cast a contraceptive spell before coming in here!”

And then, they came. Harry released inside Hermione, who came after the stimulation. The two young lovers held each other close as they road out their climaxes.

Finally they collapsed onto Harry’s bed, a cleaning spell removed all stains and the two covered themselves.

“You did well,” said Hermione.

“Thanks,” replied Harry as he held her.

“I mean it, most girls don’t cum their first time. You were definitely a cut above.”

Harry gave her a cocky look. “You aren’t just saying that because you’re my slave now are you?”

Hermione giggled. “I knew I mad e the right choice.” She snuggled into his chest.

Harry smiled as the girl drifted into a very satisfied sleep. He held her closely and lovingly. He could tell this was the start of an interesting relationship.

R&R