Sunday, November 1st, 1994 ("Harry" = Lord Potter; "Hermione" = Lady Potter)
As Lord Harry Potter awoke, he felt an intense, familiar pleasure. As his eyes adjusted to the state of being awake, he looked down his body and found Hermione lying in between his legs with half his cock inside her mouth. He relaxed, allowing himself to succumb to pleasure. He wasn't at all surprised that his wife had woken him up with a morning blowjob. It was one of her many secret kinks that she had revealed in the many, many months since they had started having sex.
Harry and Hermione's first kiss had taken place sometime during the first week of November in 1997 (they honestly couldn't say what the exact date was, because they didn't have a Calendar, and hadn't thought to use the Tempus Charm on that day). That first kiss had started the first stage of their Soul-Bond, though they wouldn't realize that until the following day.
Hermione had actually done a bit of research into Soul-Bonds over the years for various academic reasons (not that Harry had been surprised when she had told him that), so she had been able to explain exactly what was going on with the two of them, and why they could communicate telepathically and read each other's thoughts just hours after their first kiss. One piece of information she had told him was that their Soul-Bond wouldn't be complete until they had sexual intercourse for the first time.
"Right now, you could say that the Soul-Bond has made us engaged to be married," Hermione had explained. "A bit more serious than boyfriends and girlfriends, I suppose. But there you have it. However, until we… have sex… we won't be… married in the eyes of Magic."
"Married in the eyes of Magic" wasn't officially married, at least when it came to the laws of the Wizarding AND Muggle societies. Which was why they had an official wedding, the day before Halloween in 1998, nearly a year after they became a couple. However, even before their wedding, both Harry and Hermione had considered themselves husband and wife for roughly eleven months by then. Though they had done it completely backwards. In fact, Harry wouldn't officially propose to Hermione until after Voldemort was defeated. During the huge celebration in those minutes after Voldemort's defeat in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Harry publicly proposed to Hermione in front of all the survivors of the Battle of Hogwarts, and she said 'yes'.
(But we're getting ahead of ourselves…)
After Hermione had explained that their Bond wasn't fully complete until they had sex, Harry had immediately assured Hermione that it was completely up to her when she wanted to have sex with him.
For the next couple of weeks following their first kiss, while they didn't go beyond heated kissing and cuddling, Harry and Hermione slept cuddled up beside each other every night in bed. Hermione had suggested this idea, because she heard it was important for Soul-Bonded couples to do so, especially in the beginning stages of their relationship.
Hermione had waited all of two weeks into their relationship for her and Harry to take that final step in their Bond. They had gotten Cabin Fever, staying in their Tent for so long that Hermione had decided that they needed to rent out a Muggle motel room for a few days, for a change of scenery. They could afford such a thing, after all. Hermione had brought plenty of Muggle money with her for the "Horcrux Hunt", and hadn't used very much of it by that time.
So, two weeks after their first kiss, in a very clean – but not too romantic – motel room, Harry and Hermione had made love for the first time, giving themselves to each other. Both of them had been virgins at the time, of course (which was a miracle, given what Ron, Ginny and Molly Weasley had been up to concerning the pair of them). They had made love for over two hours before they had fallen asleep, and the following morning they had done so again.
While they were still hunting down the Horcruxes, Harry and Hermione didn't have sex every day. Most of the time, it was two or three times a week, when they needed to feel closer, or they needed to calm down, especially when things had gotten very tense. Sometimes, however, they couldn't resist the fact that they were, indeed, two horny teens, and there were periods of time, where they had sex during the mornings and evenings on two or more consecutive days in a row.
On Christmas Eve, the Bonded couple had a very dangerous encounter in Godric's Hollow, where they had accidentally tread upon Voldemort's serpent, Nagini, who had somehow been able to use Bathilda Bagshot's body as a disguise. They had barely gotten out with their lives. If it wasn't for the wand-holster Hermione had given him for his seventeenth birthday, Harry would have lost or broken his wand when Nagini had knocked it out of his hand at one point. Thankfully, it reappeared in his holster, as it usually did when he dropped it. Hermione had been able to Apparate them out of Godric's Hollow, and both were lucky they hadn't gotten seriously injured, not to mention killed, by the encounter with the serpent.
After that terrible experience, they had spent almost all of Christmas day in each other's arms, making love and comforting each other. For the next few days, they didn't go a day without making love and reassuring each other that they were safe, alive, together, and that they loved each other very much.
About a week into January, they had their last encounter with Ron Weasley for what would be several months. Harry had been on watch one evening, when he saw his one-time best friend wandering around outside the protective enchantments, calling out for Harry and Hermione. He couldn't see Harry, nor the tent, thanks to the enchantments. Hermione had heard Ron's voice and had come out of the tent. That was when she saw Ron carrying the Deluminator. Hermione quickly realized the Deluminator was very likely a Tracking Device, created by Albus Dumbledore, and Ron was using it to track Harry and Hermione.
"We're not letting him come back, Hermione," Harry said, "Not only would he blow a fuse if he discovered our relationship, and that we're shagging, he'd also try to break us up, using Love Potions and whatever. We'd end up kicking him out before the week is over. I know you said the Soul-Bond counters any of those Potions now that our Bond is finalized, but I don't want to even risk it. Not to mention… even if we did welcome him back, I'm not going to stop shagging you just because he's nearby. "
"Right," Hermione said, "I have an idea. Leave the enchantments, without letting him realize you're there. Use your Cloak if you have to. Then Stun him. We'll take the Deluminator, and pack up the tent and go elsewhere."
"And leave him here?" Harry asked.
Hermione shrugged. "He can Apparate. He can just go back to wherever he's been staying since Halloween."
Hermione's plan had gone off without a hitch. Owing to the Invisibility Cloak, Harry had easily Stunned his former best friend before Ron had even known he was there. He took the Deluminator off of Ron, and returned inside the enchantments. Ten minutes later (after it was decided they didn't want to leave Ron Stunned in the snow, because he'd likely die from exposure before the spell wore off), Harry woke up Ron, seconds before he and Hermione Apparated away, arriving at the Forest of Dean. It wouldn't be until around April when they would encounter their former best friend again. It would be the last time they ever encountered him again before their trip through time. And it was only thanks to Ron's oldest brother that Harry hadn't killed Ron during that final encounter.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, telepathically, interrupting his reminiscing, even though she was still in the middle of giving him a blowjob, "Why are you thinking about Ron at a moment like this?"
"I was trying to figure out the first time you woke me up with a morning blow job," Harry said out loud, "Can you believe it was the morning after we left Ron face-down in the snow that early January evening? It is one of your favorite things to do with me, and yet you didn't start until a month and a half after we started having sex."
"How do you know I hadn't done it before that day, and just never told you?" Hermione asked.
"I think I would have known if you had," Harry said.
Hermione released Harry's cock from her mouth. "Not if you slept throughout the entire blow job and an orgasm. Which you did… twice – well, twice before the day you woke up in the middle of me giving you a blow job. You've slept through my blow jobs a few times since then."
"This is the first time I'm hearing about that?!" Harry asked, shocked.
Hermione crawled up Harry's body, and straddled herself over crotch. She took his erect cock in her hand, and gently lowered herself onto it, and released him. Harry moaned in pleasure, and Hermione gasped and whimpered, also in pleasure, as she shimmied herself onto him, until she was sitting on his crotch with his entire cock sheathed inside her.
"Our sexual relationship was too new at the time for me to tell you back then," Hermione finally continued, "Plus I was a little embarrassed. That was when I discovered my very first naughty kink. Well, two kinks, I should say. Giving you a morning blowjob when you're asleep. It's fine if you wake up in the middle of it, like you just did. But giving you an orgasm – not to mention swallowing the yummy reward which is another one of my kinks – which you sleep through… when that happens, I'm so horny, I either have to finger myself to orgasm, or let my dildo fuck me to orgasm. Or… well, there were those numerous times I'd wake you up so you can fuck me!"
Harry had learned long ago that Hermione was one of those girls who loved having conversations (casual or serious) during sex, especially when she was in this position. He also learned long ago (the first time they had sex) that Hermione liked to swear and use other types of naughty language while they shagged.
"Um… if memory serves, you had a few kinks before that, love," Harry said.
"Nothing I'd qualify as naughty… well, naughty for me," Hermione said.
Hermione buried her knees into the bed on either side of Harry's hips and slowly began to ride her husband.
"Wearing a butt plug wasn't a naughty kink?" Harry asked, "We took another 'holiday' from our Horcrux Hunt, so you could go to a sex shop and buy one, because you decided you wanted me to start shagging your bum the previous evening, and wanted a butt plug to help prepare you for when it happened again in the future."
Hermione shrugged. "I told you back then after I bought it, didn't I? My mother favored them and told me about them when she gave me the sex talk. I figured I'd end up favoring them too. I am my mother's daughter, after all. So I wasn't too surprised by that kink. And God damn it, now I have to buy a new one! No bum sex until I do!"
Harry held back a snicker, but it was close. Hermione loved anal sex, but only if she was prepared beforehand. Hence, the butt plug. When he had taken her in the bum the first time, she discovered he was just a little too big for her, to shag her there comfortably, without proper preparation. She certainly didn't complain about his length and girth, however, when it was inside her mouth, or in her pussy.
"Yes, ma'am," Harry said, then grinned. "Probably a good thing you weren't wearing yours when we fell through that portal, my love."
Hermione snorted. "For more than one reason. Shut up, and let me ravage you. It is after six-o-clock, and we need to be up and around before our younger selves get up and wonder where we are."
"I'm sure they wouldn't try to barge in on us," Harry said.
"No, but my younger self might knock on our door, because she can't wait another second to start interrogating us," Hermione said, "This is around the time I usually wake up, and I had the same wake-up time when I was fifteen years old. I don't want to tell her that her questions will have to wait for a while, and that right now, my husband and I are having sex."
"Would you really tell her that?" Harry asked.
"You know I get grouchy whenever we're interrupted while shagging," Hermione said, "I'll probably end up screaming at her through the door to 'go away, I'm shagging my husband!'"
Harry snorted. "A very nice way to find out her older self is shagging the older version of her best friend and fancy."
"I think she's already realized we've probably had sex before, Harry," Hermione said, "She knows we're married, and I did mention that we – barely – consummated our marriage before we were flung through time. She knows what that means, obviously. Also, I'm pretty sure she must know what we got up to last night, before we went to bed, given that we're newlyweds. In fact, she probably fantasized about it, about doing the same thing with her own Harry. While also rubbing one out."
"Really?" Harry asked.
"I did have fantasies around this time – and before and after this period of time – about having sex with you, Harry," Hermione said, "I very much doubt I'd be able to resist the temptation of a fantasy like that, if I knew what my older self and her husband were getting up to in a nearby room."
"Oh," Harry said, "My younger self probably has no idea what we got up to last night."
"So you don't think he masturbated last night to the idea of his older self shagging me?" Hermione asked, grinning, as she slowly rose herself on his cock, and then sank down again, "Riding him just like this?"
"Oh, he might have masturbated while fantasizing about you – er – your younger self, I mean," Harry said, "I'd been doing so for over a year by this time. Though you weren't the only girl I was fantasizing about at the time, to be completely honest."
"I'm aware of that, Harry," Hermione said, "Let's see… there was me, Ginny (before and after we were dosed with Love Potions, that is), Cho Chang, Fleur Delacour, Susan Bones, Luna Lovegood (after you met her next year), Parvati and Padma, Lavender (before she and Ron started snogging and shagging) –"
Each time Hermione said a name, she raised upwards and sank down on Harry's cock.
"You can stop naming names, love," Harry said.
"I'm not finished yet – Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet," Hermione continued with a grin, as she continued riding her husband, "Daphne Greengrass – even if she is a Slytherin. Oh, and her friend, Tracey Davis, but you didn't know she'd never fancy you back cause you're not a girl. She might have fancied me, though…"
"Yes, I fancied a lot of girls," Harry said. "I fancied you most of all, more than the rest of those girls, but never thought you'd fancy me back at the time! Even then, I don't think my younger self actually realizes what you and I were getting up to last night."
Hermione sighed. "True. Now you see why I want to play Cupid with our younger selves. Your younger self is just way too oblivious of my feelings, even when it is literally staring him in the face! You know… maybe he masturbated while fantasizing about me. Not my younger self… me!"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I'd punch the git if he did fantasize about you."
"Aww, are you jealous about your younger self fantasizing about your wife?" Hermione teased.
"He has his own Hermione to fantasize about," Harry said, with a snort, "This one is all mine."
"I suppose I might be a little peeved if my Doppelganger rubbed one out to the thought of my husband – you, not your younger self," Hermione said, "So I suppose I can't blame you. Now, be quiet, husband, and let me ride you."
"Yes, ma'am," Harry said.
Harry relaxed against his pillow as he watched his wife continue to ride his cock. This was one of Hermione's favorite positions, though Harry was not in the least surprised by that when she had originally admitted such a thing. Hermione loved taking control of things in her life, as she had done many times during the entirety of their friendship, especially when it concerned him. She was not at all submissive, even though she let him take control most of the time whenever they had sex. At least, when it came to other positions aside from this one. When it came to riding her husband, she loved being in control. So, as he usually did when Hermione was in this position, Harry simply laid back and watched his sexy wife as she rode him.
He loved watching her in this position. Her breasts jiggled every time she rose and sank on him. And she made the most adorable facial expressions every time she sank down on him, and his entire cock filled her up, rubbing against her erogenous zones (or that is what Hermione commented about once anyway).
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "Fuck!"
"Are you already about to cum, dear?" Hermione asked. "You usually last longer than this. That blow job hadn't been going on for that long, after all. If it had, I would have continued until I gave you an orgasm, instead of immediately mounting you."
"No, I'm nowhere near 'cumming'," Harry said, "But something just occurred to me. It is the first of the month."
"Yeah," Hermione said.
"Your monthly Contraceptive Draught," Harry asked, "Didn't it go inactive? You haven't taken a new one."
"Oh, is that what you're worried about?" Hermione asked, grinning, "That was something I already thought of last night, after you shagged me and came inside me the first time last night."
"I came inside you three different times last night, Hermione," Harry said, "We definitely didn't use a Contraceptive Charm."
"We don't even know if the Contraceptive Draught survived our trip through time, Harry," Hermione said, "Besides, even if it did not, I'm not worried. I'm not ovulating at the moment."
Harry blinked and stared at Hermione, as she continued riding him.
"Why don't you sound more concerned?" Harry asked, "Do you want to become pregnant? I thought you didn't want children for a few more years."
Hermione shrugged. "If it happens, it happens."
"You do realize what is happening right now, right?" Harry asked, "Where we are? What is happening to us right now?!"
"Right now, I believe I'm shagging my husband," Hermione said, "I think I can tell the difference between your cock, and my dildo – even if it is an exact replica of your cock. Since my dildo didn't come with us through time, then I am pretty sure it is your cock inside me. And God damn it, that is another toy I have to buy again! Ugh!"
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, "Please, be more serious about this!"
Hermione sighed, sank down on her husband's crotch and paused there.
"If I did end up pregnant sooner rather than later, I wouldn't be too terribly peeved, Harry," Hermione said, "However, as I said, I'm not ovulating at this moment in time. There's no risk. However, if you want me to go to Madam Pomfrey for a Contraceptive Draught, I'll be happy to do so later today."
Harry sighed. "You know I'd never ask you to do something you don't want to do, Hermione. But do you really want to risk getting pregnant right now? We didn't even know if we're stuck here in the past. We don't know if it will be possible to return to our time!"
"We can discuss that another time, husband," Hermione said, "I'm not ready to have that conversation. But for the sake of not stressing you out, I will visit Madam Pomfrey later today."
"Thank you," Harry said, relieved, "I'm sorry, Hermione, I'm just…you do realize exactly what is going to happen if we can't go back to our time. If we decide to stay here, or if we can't get back to our time. We'd have to fight Voldemort again. Destroy his Horcruxes again."
"I know, Harry," Hermione said, "We can talk about that later. You're right. This is not an opportune time to even think about the possibility of having a baby. I apologize. You know my mind gets weird when I'm randy, or in the middle of shagging you. Or both, which is currently happening."
Harry smiled. "I'm very well aware of that."
Hermione smiled and resumed her slow, sexy bouncing atop Harry. Harry relaxed again and didn't say another word for a few minutes, until he grunted out his wife's name and shot his load inside her very warm and welcoming pussy, not even caring about the lack of Contraceptive at that moment in time.
Harry and Hermione would have another round of sex (this time in the missionary position, or 'making love' position as Hermione called it, in which Harry took control), before they finished. Even then, they took a shower together, and Hermione had gone down on her knees and gave her husband a blow job to completion (she hadn't been able to do so earlier, and was yearning to taste his cum!) right there in the shower, before they finally began washing themselves, and each other.
It was a wonderful beginning of what would prove to be a very long day.