The next morning, Hermione was just lying in bed, trying to imprint the memories of the previous night. She pressed her face to the sheets and breathed deeply. She enjoyed the smells of their sex play, and was trying to imprint that particular masculine smell which defined Harry. She knew the elves would be in once she got out of bed, and she didn't want to lose that smell. Eventually she sighed and got out of bed, getting ready to go to the shower. As she was walking to the bathroom, she found Harry's quidditch jersey from this year draped over the desk chair. Hermione picked it up and put it over her face, inhaling deeply. It still smelled like Harry. She folded it up and put it in her apprentice chest. She intended to wear it on those nights when she really missed him.
Walking into the bathroom, she found Chastity there, coming out of the shower herself. When Chastity saw her she smiled at Hermione, sadly.
Chastity then asked sympathetically and quietly, "So Harry is gone?"
Hermione just gave a broken smile, "He was gone when I awoke. I miss him already."
Chastity sighed, "Yeah, me too. Even though my bum wouldn't appreciate it, I was looking forward to his teaching this summer, I think he is a better teacher than Mum, or Aunt Cissa."
Hermione looked away in the distance, and said nostalgically, "Me too. Master Snape forced him to teach us one night a week. He was very generous with those stinging hexes and could hit with pinpoint accuracy. He made sure we learned a great deal under his exacting tutelage."
Chastity exclaimed, "You lucky witch! We had Lockhart, we didn't learn a single useful thing, all year long."
Hermione looked at Chastity with obvious intent, "Well one of the advantages of being a Snape apprentice is Harry teaches combat. I don't think Master Snape intends on letting Harry stop this year. Harry suspects it too."
Chastity not happy with that choice, answered unsurely "But then I would have to be a Snape Apprentice. I don't know if I can manage it. I hear the canings are brutal, and common."
Hermione, vividly remembered just how horrible being caned was by Snape, but how fantastic his teaching was too. She said to Chastity, "Your class rank was what 3?" Chastity nodded. "Well keep that rank or better improve it. Be absolutely prepared for potions and get a spot. You have all next year to earn one. Talk it over with mum, and ask me anything. You are discrete enough that I will share stuff I really should not…up to a point, mind you. If I can survive the caning, you can too, and no first-year apprentice was caned as much as I was."
She then gave a direct look at Chastity, "Believe me, I asked Master Snape, and he informed me I was the 'winner' by a long shot."
Chastity with a grin of sympathy, "Ouch! I would have loved to see that conversation."
Hermione grimaced, "Yeah, that was embarrassing! The other apprentices had a good laugh that day." She shook it off and looked at Chastity seriously, "If I'm telling you I look forward to next years teaching, that should tell you something. He is such a marvelous teacher, that putting up with the occasional caning is definitely worth it. He was meticulous, but honestly fair, in his chastisement. I'm just a stubborn witch. Look how many times Harry had to spank me extra, because I could not keep my mouth closed."
Chastity grinned ear-to-ear, "The make-up sex had to be glorious."
Hermione replied with a saucy grin, "Well the oral certainly was, I am looking forward to Harry's 14th birthday. We intend on me not walking straight or sitting comfortably, for a week."
Chastity with a pout, "You don't have any idea how lucky you are to already have your wizard, and better than all the others put together! Morgana!"
Hermione said with a warning, "Harry does nothing halfway. The oral is fantastic, but his spanking has rivaled Snapes caning at times. Pain and pleasure in equal measures."
Chastity just looking more frustrated, "Yeah right, then why does that make me more wet. Stop pretending you don't want his hand slapping your arse right now, if it meant he was back."
Hermione with a sigh and a nod as she was getting in the shower, "No you are right, I would suffer a Snape caning, if it meant I could have Harry back."
When Harry arrived at the Manor, Lord Black was standing there in his combat robes. He looked at Harry "Greetings, Heir Black. We have much to do this year."
Harry said with some confusion, "This year sir?"
"Yes, you see the Yellow strip running on the wall?" Harry nodded. "Never loose sight of it. Every day we will use a time turner and go back 3 days. The time turner will give us 4 days for each day; however, you must stay in that particular zone occupied for the entire 4 days. We will then move to the red zone and repeat the process. Then the blue zone, then the green zone. It is important for you to stay in your zone as there will be 4 of you in this castle all in different time zones."
Harry with some confusion questioned, "Time turner, sir?"
Lord Black, walked over to Harry, and showed him an hourglass like object with a gyroscope around it. The hour-glass was full of pink sparkling sand obviously saturated with magic. "This is a device which allows someone to go back in time, and relive a few hours. As long as you don't change something you have experienced, you are OK. Change something you have personally witnessed, and you will implode, ceasing to exist. Time Paradox. My time turner is a next gen model and can go back 72 hours. In these next 3 months you will train 1 year. Look on the bright side, when the summer is over, you will be 12 months older than at the beginning of the summer. It means you will be legally 14 at the end of this September, not next July. You should be able to understand the significance of that change."
Harry quickly realizing the significance of being 14, grinned. That did bring up another issue. "What about meeting Hermione this summer?" Harry asked carefully.
Lord Black continued explaining, "On the real-time days, you will meet her every Thursday when she gets here at 1pm. She will be kicked out at 4pm. This will be every week for her, every 4 weeks for you. Make the best of it, and work hard. If I have issues with your motivation, I can cancel the visits, and I will."
Changing the subject, Black commanded, "Show me the sword." Harry pulled Caledfwich holding it up in front of him. He forced his magic into it, powering it up. The sword ignited and burned with a white fire. Lord Black looked at the blade, and ordered Harry, "Make it change shape to a longsword, it is currently a broadsword."
Harry just looked at him. Lord Black impatiently said, "Just order it to change."
Harry concentrated, and the sword turned into a longsword similar to movie versions of Excalibur. Lord Black grunted and nodded. "You will practice sword fighting daily too. I expect you competent at the end of the year. We will have arranged a sword master to finish your training over the following years."
Harry then asked, "Are you really dying this year?"
Lord Black grimaced, "No one lives forever, and I tire without my Melania, loving her as much as you apparently love your witch. I will make you ready to become Lord Black, and will have done my last duty for the Black family. Now let's stop wasting time."
The first Thursday was 16 days later. Hermione arrived at 1pm and Harry entered the room at exactly 1:01. He came right over and Hugged Hermione, "I have missed you so much, mine." Harry said with longing.
Hermione smiling gently chided him. "Harry," she said, "we have only been apart for 4 days."
Harry just grinned, knowing he could not tell her about the turner. "It feels longer for me. Kiss me please." And Hermione kissed him.
"I need to smell you, taste you, feel you. Please Hermione."
Harry then striped Hermione and feasted on her until she pushed him off, "I'm still a bit sensitive from our last time." Hermione said, "Your turn," and she went down on him. Under her intent sucking, Harry came in just 3 minutes again. 'Well damn. I thought it would last a little longer, ah well, back to work.' and over the next hour, was able to get her 5 from him before he pushed her off him, too.
The two then talked about her classes, and his training for a while. Too soon it was time to go. They didn't complain, as they both know Lord black would stop the visits cold if they did.
It's now been 2 months into the summer vacation. Hermione has been working hard on her conditioning, combat training, and school work. Harry definitely appreciated her work at becoming a hard body, and enjoyed letting his hands and mouth show Hermione just how much. When their sex play was done, Hermione often quizzed Harry. She didn't want him to fall behind, but was usually surprised to find he was at least as far along as she was. 'Where did he find the time?' she always wondered.
Hermione thought Harry was a hard body before, but now he was Michelangelo's David, made of stone, but with appropriately sized genitals. Hermione understood why David was purposefully undersized by Michelangelo, but really, a witch needed something to work with. Indeed, Harry looked like a male gymnast, or martial artist, an 18-year-old 5'10" 180lbs martial artist. There were callouses on his right hand for Merlin's sake! She asked Harry about them and he said sword training.
"Sword training?" she asked.
Harry replied with a grimace, "What is the point of having Caledfwich if I can't use it properly?" Hermione nodded, to the sense of that, though not really convinced.
It was time to go home, Harry had been training for 1 year. Harry was now 5' 10" 190lbs of solid lean muscle. He did not look 13. His right hand now had the hard calluses of a dedicated swordsman. He moved with the fluidity and preciseness of a martial artist. His confidence was that of a blooded warrior, not a bragging child. Nothing about him said he was 14 except his legal age, and that was still 13.
As Harry was getting ready to leave. Lord Black called him into his office. Harry entered and saw Arcturus standing looking at the histories. He bade Harry come over, and showed him a dimensional store built into the wall. He then cut his finger running it over the trigger lock, then bade Harry do the same. Suddenly the lock opened, "You are now blood locked to this store and the main ward stone. It contains a copy of my will, naming you Earl Black on your 18 birthday or emancipation, whichever occurs first. There is a journal of all the Earl Black's decisions with why they were made, going back before Rome. Read it before becoming Earl." he commanded.
After a pause, Lord Black continued, "It also names the witch who will be your Countess. She is a strong, talented, and loyal Black who will bring the main bloodline solidly onto your children, minimizing any future inheritance issues for them. You will meet her the first of the year. That gives you 3 months past your 14th birthday, to bond with Hermione POTTER as your first love."
Harry looked at him with some disappointment, but also understanding, "I understand. Has she been educated on the realities of my soul-bond? She is unlikely to feel anything from me, other than occasional lust, and that may need assistance."
Arcturus looked at him for a moment, then said, "As long as you treat her with respect, honesty, and compassion for her situation. As long as you love her children as you love Hermione's children, neither her nor I, could have any issue with your behavior."
He paused for a second, continuing to look at Harry. He then said, "If you can come to love her, let it happen. Hermione would understand and appreciate it, still owning the first place in your heart. Hermione is an honest, fierce, and loyal witch. A true Potter, so like my sister Dorea."
Arcturus, then clasped Harry's forearm in the grasp of a fellow warrior. "Go now, we will unlikely meet again before your death. See to it I am not disappointed when we meet again."
Harry then turned and left. All his possessions were in his chests, kept in his dimensional store.
Harry apparated, (He now had an international license, bribes were so useful) and appeared at the apparition door for the Tonks. Harry rang the bell and waited. Andy Tonks answered the mirror, "Tonks residence."
Harry just smiled, "Don't you recognize me mother?" It was difficult to see the child he was in his bearing now. He was taller, bigger, his hair was 1cm long, close cropped to the scalp, with a very sparse thin mustache on his upper lip. He was wearing Black Magus Knight Battle Robes (Assassin's creed solid black with a hood).
Andy looked for a second, "Harry? HARRY!" and she was gone. Soon the door was yanked open and Andy was there hugging her boy, no man! He was significantly bigger than her now, and felt like iron. She quickly pulled him through the wards, and brought him into the garden. As Harry walked through the garden, the typical scents and sounds assaulted his senses, relaxing him.
Harry walked to the back door and glanced at the pool. He just stopped. There were his three younger sisters…and her. Hermione was standing there bare, with her hair rolling over her left shoulder, and light makeup accenting her features. She had obviously prepared for him and posed enticingly. She looked just like Venus rising from the sea. Harry just walked up to her and kissed her passionately. After kissing her, he threw Hermione over his left shoulder without any effort.
Hermione yelled, "Harry NO!" SMACK! "Ouch!" Harry had slapped her bottom resting near his shoulder with her body hanging off his back.
She then returned the favor, SMACK! as Hermione hit Harry's very hard bottom eliciting no response, and SMACK! "OUCH!" after he spanked her again.
He just kept walking. Harry glanced at his family while walking into the house, "We will see you all for dinner. We have some catching up to do."
As they entered the house, they could hear Hermione. She was complaining, "Harry, not so soon, it's not pro-" SMACK! "Ouch! Haaarry" she whined, and they were soon gone.
Chastity with a wide grin said to her mother. "She said she brought most of her spankings on herself, and I didn't believe it. I do now."
Andy didn't like how that sounded. With a frown she said, "Hermione is intelligent. If she didn't enjoy the attention. How does Juliet describe it? Oh Yes. If Hermione didn't enjoy the 'caveman treatment' she wouldn't trigger Harry to provide it. She may be stubborn, but she isn't stupid."
Emily was listening in, "So Hermione likes being spanked by Harry?" with more than a little disbelief.
"It's complicated." Andy replied, "While the pain hurts and isn't enjoyed, especially when you have earned punishment, there are times when a little pain is spice. It can be enjoyable for you to get your wizard to take you in hand and use you, but only under the protection of safe-words. This idea of Mr. and Mrs. Granger is wonderful, and I abjure you'll mandate their use when you get a sex partner."
Emily still looked disbelieving and unconvinced, "Spice?" she replied.
Andy thought for a second and continued, "How does watermelon taste by itself? Kind of bland?" Emily nodded. "How does it taste with some sugar or salt sprinkled on? Much more flavorful and desirable, yes?"
Emily nodded, with understanding. "So, you have Dad smack your bottom to enhance your climax?"
Andy with a smile at certain memories, "Sometimes I do. Sometimes I smack his bottom. Anything not injurious is allowed if both lovers agree, and wish to do it."
Sophia then concluded, "So Hermione is triggering Harry to spank her to make her wet enough they skip the foreplay and just dive right in? But they're not 14, that's dangerous!" she exclaimed.
Andy looked at her and chided, "Harry doesn't have to penetrate her with his penis to pleasure her." then with a smirk she continued, "Though the two of them are reaching the age where they really hunger to do so. He will use his mouth and fingers to pleasure her, and she will do the same on him."
Chastity changing the subject, grinned "Did you see Hermione shaking her hand after spanking Harry? Talk about a hard body! It looks like spanking him hurts you more than him!" and she laughed.
Andy smiled and shook her head, "Yes it looks like Lord Black trained our next lord properly. Harry will soon be Lord Black."
Chastity smiled, and intoned "The Blacks rise."
And all three others repeated the chant, "The Blacks rise." While Andy smiled approving at her.
Andy said, "We have two hours before getting ready for dinner. Let's go work on some classwork. Maybe after dinner we can get Harry to give us an exhibition, and possibly run a defense class. Our next lord will be hungry after 'catching up' with his witch."
Chastity just sighed. Andy knowing her thoughts, "Don't rush it. When you find your Wizard, you will know. The Potter Foible is famous for a reason. They are way ahead of the curve. It is unspeakably early to find you mate this young and often ends in tragedy. We only hope they don't."
Harry carried Hermione up to his room and quickly activated the sound proofing wards. He deactivated his armor, and was now standing there in light slacks and shirt. Harry quickly removed those items and was as bare as Hermione. She had seen him a week ago, but somehow it was more real here. He was bigger, more mature, more powerful, his muscles literally rippled as he moved. He was so beautiful.
While Hermione was looking at him. Harry was looking at her. Hermione was gorgeous. When she moved, Harry could now see the definition of a subtle six-pack on her abdomen, as well as the increased definition in her arms, shoulder, back, arse, and legs. He really appreciated the hard work that signified in her attempt to get enough training and no longer be a soft target. He intended to continue that training, as the Potter and Black women, when able, stood with their Lords in combat.
Harry immediately threw her on the bed, and dived in. She had enthusiastically opened herself for him, and he pleasured her again, and again. Hermione enjoyed the care, lust, and love this showed for her, as her lord took his pleasure from pleasing her. He would alternate from being gentle and slow, to being rough and demanding. However, he had learned to read her, and rarely crossed over to uncomfortable before her body language had him shifting patterns back to enjoyable. In short, Harry was becoming an experienced and giving lover, at least for her. His turn.
Hermione flipped them around and started in on pleasing her wizard. She also followed a pattern, and was always amused he was unable to last more than 3 minutes if they hadn't gone in a week. No matter, she would just keep going until his endurance was up to 15 minutes or so. It was usually on the 3rd or 4th time when he would last long enough. She was storing this information away for when they started vaginal. She was really looking forward to it.
Fitting their new pattern, after pleasuring Harry 5 times, they would just cuddle and talk. After a time, Hermione looked at Harry, "You are holding back something. No not Black business you have to avoid telling me, but something you know will anger me. What is it?"
Harry knowing she will learn it soon enough, and not telling her would hurt Hermione much more, than any damage the information could do, answered her "Lord Black has picked my Countess. I am to meet her January first. That will supposedly be her 14th birthday. She is a 3rd generation mainline Black. A brilliant witch and a burgeoning magus. I'm told, she is looking forward to meeting us, and aware you're a soul mate."
Hermione had feared something like this. She looked in Harry's eyes, "What's she like?"
Harry huffed and continued, "I only learned about her last night, and have never met her. Lord Black reminded me, you and I will have 3 months to bond after my birthday. September 31. When we are both 14."
Hermione looked at him, "Harry, your birthday is July 31 of next year, not September 30, this year."
"No longer." Harry said, shaking his head. "I wasn't gone 3 months, Hermione. I was gone a year. We used a device which folded time and I spend 3 extra days training for every day of real time."
You could see the comprehension in her eyes, "That explains much. Your absolute skin hunger when we met, it had been a month for you. It also explains my complete failure getting your endurance over 3 minutes on your fist climax. Again, it had been a month, unless you masturbated." Hermione glanced at Harry and he shook his head no. "Harry, why did you do that to yourself?"
"When I touched myself, I just thought about you touching me, and it made me more depressed and angrier. I eventually just let it build and forced it to the back of my mind. I now understand why some professional fighters do this. Missing the touch of your witch for that long, really can make you more violent and dangerous."
Hermione just looked at him, "Wow, If I didn't know I could trust you to be a gentle lover, I certainly know it now. You never were too rough with me, or purposefully harmed me despite missing sex for a month! Do you have any idea just how special you are?" And she looked at Harry with complete trust and love.
"You are taking this much better than I expected. I told Lord Black to inform her, she would get nothing more than my occasional lust to make heirs, and that only if she was lucky."
Hermione, chided, "Harry, what a horrible thing to say to a witch. She already knows she is intruding on a soul-bond, but to tell her she will be nothing more than an occasionally used cock ring and baby receptacle? That was unnecessarily cruel."
Harry replied with some embarrassment, "I was angry. I understand the need, but I hadn't seen you in a month, and here he was pushing another witch on me. He did say, you would want me to let love occur, if it could, and you would not be threatened since you would always be first in my heart. It seems he knew you better than I did."
Hermione with tears in her eyes, "He actually said that about me. I never knew!"
"His exact words were, 'If you can come to love her, let it happen. Hermione would understand and appreciate it, still owning the first place in your heart. Hermione is an honest, fierce, and loyal witch. A true Potter, so like my sister Dorea.' He always told me you were an excellent mate. Just not appropriate for cementing my position as Earl Black, for my children's sake."
Hermione a bit embarrassed and truly honored, "To be compared to your grandmother Dorea. I have heard much about that witch. She was a true Lady Potter, and stool with her lord in many a battle, both political and magical. I only hope I am as useful to you."
Harry raked her naked body with his eyes and said "Looking at your beautiful body, I can see the hard work you are putting in. We will see after dinner if it is just for show, or whether you are really learning to fight."
Hermione slapped him on his stomach, 'Merlin, I slapped stone again.' she thought. "Hey, mum is a terrific instructor, almost as good as you. I won't embarrass her or you, I promise."
"Just remember," Harry warned, "Instructor Black has been trained a further year by Lord Black. Don't expect any pity or compromise. He doesn't love you; he is just there to make you a heavy hitter."
"I know Harry." she said holding his hand, "When you are in that role, you are the same as Master Snape. Exacting in your expectations, brilliant and knowledgeable with your teaching, vicious when punishing failure. I have no interest in earning his stinging hexes, or Merlin help the student, a more official reprimand."