Bound

First Time

It was the next day, just a few days before their planned vacation in France.

“Harry, I think I’m ready for the next step in our relationship. Are you ready?” Hermione said that evening, after the shower. She removed her towel, standing naked and proud for him to see.

Harry didn’t have to think of his answer, as his body responded immediately, making his readiness evident. He just let his towel fall and hugged his wife passionately. It soon turned into a snog session that moved swiftly onto their bed. Harry continued caressing and kissing her, still trying to remember all that he had read in the books about what made women enjoy their mates. While both their passions grew stronger, Hermione was also actively encouraging him as she caressed his body and kissed him, all the while maneuvering into what she thought the best position for her first time. Harry found himself on top of his wife with her legs holding him tight in place. They were so passionate that they didn’t even notice the slight resistance when he finally slid into her, uniting them physically for the first time.

Harry enjoyed the feeling. Being engulfed by her slick, tight warmth gave him a joy he had never felt before. He moved in and out, stroking faster and deeper each time, on pure instincts. All he could see was Hermione’s beaming smile; all he could hear was their ragged breathing and her encouraging whispers, which soon turned into moans of pleasure. Still trying to remember his books, he used one hand to rub her sensitive spot in time with his thrusts. He could sense Hermione’s peak coming closer and hoped he could last just long enough to let her reach it.

When she finally climaxed, crying “Harry!” and hugging him even tighter with her arms and her legs, he could hold no longer and climaxed within her with a few more thrusts.

Hermione didn’t expect too much of her first time. She had heard other girls, mostly older ones, telling about their experiences with boys. These were frustrating more often than not, although they could be heavenly. She knew that her first time might hurt and that such a young boy might be very quick at reaching his climax, leaving her behind. She only hoped it would not hurt too much and would help their bond. When she reached her peak it was an unexpected bonus, which she highly appreciated, letting Harry know how much she enjoyed it by hugging him fiercely.

Being so preoccupied with each other, they didn’t even notice the bright light that emanated from their connected bodies just as they reached their peak, yet it was extremely bright. The Grangers, who were still reading in the adjacent room, noticed the wall glowing for a few seconds. They didn’t know what it meant, really, only Jean thought it must have been the completion of the bond. Just thinking of what was probably going on behind the wall made her horny. She turned to her husband, prying his book free, and offered him a different entertainment before sleeping. He didn’t object.

The young couple caught their breath lying there. Harry was still inside Hermione, although he was starting to soften, yet their passion had not run its course yet. They snogged as soon as they could breathe again. It was very tender at first, but it mounted into highly passionate snogging in no time at all. Harry became hard again and resumed stroking. Hermione turned them around, riding him this time. Harry couldn’t complain. He was enjoying seeing her body rocking above his, her small t**s bouncing a bit, her face flushed with desire and her hair running wilder than usual. When Hermione collapsed on him, after they both reached a new high, he hugged her and caressed her, feeling much closer to her than he had ever felt before.

They continued making love throughout most of that night. None of them knew how many times they climaxed and none cared. By the time they finally let their exhausted bodies rest and fell asleep, the sky was already starting to lighten.

Jean made sure that Dave wouldn’t wake the youngsters for exercise. “Ease them gradually into the habit of exercising daily; don’t break them in the process.”

Dave nodded reluctantly. He wasn’t as aware as his wife of the activity in the other room, but knew better than to argue with his wife. She was quite glad of his ignorance. She wasn’t sure his fatherly instincts would not kick-in prematurely. Waiting for later seemed a good plan for her.

Jean was still somewhat surprised when the youngsters didn’t join her and Dave at breakfast. She had noticed that none of the children was a late sleeper. While Dave was getting ready to leave – he had an early appointment with a patient – she went to the couple’s room and knocked lightly on the door. When receiving no response even after her third knock, she silently opened the door. She couldn’t mistake the smell – s*x was filling the air. She glanced at the two young bodies, sleeping peacefully on the bed, with their arms and legs entwined tightly, and noticed the reddish stains. “She’s a married woman now,” Jean reminded herself and then left the room, closing the door silently behind her. She was glad it wasn’t Dave who checked on them.

It was almost midday when Hermione opened her eyes. It took her a moment to remember why she was feeling so happy and content. Some stickiness between her thighs and a certain soreness a bit higher were good reminders. Just thinking of all she had done during the night made her eager for more.

Harry was still hugging her lightly and she could tell he was going to wake up soon. His erect member was pressed against her stomach, and although she knew it was just a morning boner, she felt extremely aroused by the touch. A grumbling sound came from their stomachs’ area and she couldn’t identify whose stomach was the source, yet the sound reminded her of her own hunger. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and was a bit alarmed by the hour. She didn’t expect it to be early morning, but it was almost noon.

“Harry, dear, we should wake up...” she whispered in his ear.

He didn’t respond, but the tightening of his hug signaled that he had heard her.

She couldn’t move much in his embrace, but she snaked her hand out and tickled him just slightly. Harry jumped in bed, releasing her. She didn’t wait for him to retaliate. She moved out of bed in one swift motion, ran to the bathroom and locked the door. She heard him banging lightly on the door.

“It’s not fair! I need the bathroom as much as you do,” he complained.

“You should have thought of that before faking being asleep,” she told him, waiting a few more seconds before unlocking the door.

As much as he wanted to tickle her back, just seeing her standing there in all her naked glory made him forget everything. He just drank her beauty with his eyes, almost forgetting the pressure that brought him there in the first place. “I love you so much!” he said throatily, not even thinking.

She just came closer and kissed his lips tenderly. Everything else seemed to have been forgotten. They snogged for several minutes, before some other body functions required their attention.

They handled their pressing needs and then showered together. It was almost turning to another session of love making, but Hermione wouldn’t let herself lose control just yet. She insisted they first dress and get some brunch before deciding what to do next. Harry had to admit it was a sound idea, although he grumbled quite a bit.

They found a note on the refrigerator.

“We’ll be back after five. There’s plenty you can eat in the refrigerator. You only need to heat it.

Jean.

P.S. Please lock your door next time.”

Harry’s face turned shining red at the last sentence, yet Hermione smiled nonchalantly. “They should have used their own remedy,” she told him. “I’ve had more than one chance to see them in action while living here – they’ve never locked the door.”

Hermione insisted that they should finish their summer homework before going to France, so they spent the next few hours doing just that. It was somehow much easier this time, Harry discovered. He seemed to have remembered things he never thought he knew and even phrasing his essays seemed much easier now, although some of his writing looked suspiciously as if phrased by Hermione.

“I think it is the effect of the bond,” she told him. “The book Professor McGonagall left in our room was somewhat vague on the effects the bond may have on the couple. It looks like whoever wrote it didn’t have first-hand experience and was not really sure about some of the aspects.”

Harry could actually see the relevant pages, although he had not read the book. “I believe you’re right. It looks like everything you know has now become part of my knowledge and probably the other way round as well.”

“Well, yes, although I still don’t understand how you ended up on that roof.” Her mischievous grin told him that she was aware of many more of his memories, some of which he felt quite reluctant to share.

Harry smiled reluctantly. “I don’t understand either,” he said. He thought a bit about the book they had been given. “Maybe you should write a book about the effects of the bond, once we’ve got more experience in life?” he suggested.

Hermione’s smile widened. “That’s a good idea, Harry. Such a book could help other soul-bound couples in their first steps, although we seem to have managed quite nicely until now.”

He hugged her lovingly. “Yes, we have.”

They were still a bit tired even after a late lunch, though. Without even speaking, they held hands and returned to their room. Hermione glanced at their bed and blushed hard. “Harry, we’ve not cleaned the bed after our nightly activity.”

Harry hugged her reassuringly. “We can use magic, remember?”

Hermione smiled. She took her wand and waved it at the bed, mumbling a series of spells. The sheets were immediately cleaned and then they stretched themselves and tucked at the sides, looking as if the bed was just freshly made. “Well, my dear husband, is this to your liking?”

He turned his eyes to her. “This is very much to my liking,” he said, pointing at her.

They were soon naked in bed, yet their bodies were not yet fully recuperated after their nightly activities. They only had one round of love making before they cuddled into each other and fell asleep.