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Growth Spurt Chapter 66
🕑 Added 2025-05-18 04:33:02 +0000 UTCHarry’s dick was three-quarters of the way down Angelina’s throat when Tonks burst into the room. Speaking of bursting, at that exact moment, Harry sprayed his cum down into Angelina’s stomach. The fit black witch was crouched obediently in front of the chair Harry was sitting in, her pussy still dripping cum onto the floor from their previous shenanigans. She pulled her head back, Harry sliding out of her mouth, and gasped to catch her breath.
Harry looked at Tonks, expecting her to be watching appreciatively or even stripping to join in. That was the response that happened most often when one of his girls walked in on him fucking another one.
Instead, Tonks didn’t even glance at Angelina, just looking straight at Harry. That’s how he knew that this must be serious.
“We’ve gotten word from the Minister,” she said breathlessly, possibly having run all the way there, “and he’s planning to strengthen Hogsmeade’s defenses!”
“So?” Harry said. “They’ve already done that twice. It’s not really surprising.”
“You don’t understand!” Tonks said. “He’s letting US go!”
Harry’s jaw dropped open, as did Angelina’s. In the latter’s case, that allowed a little bit of leftover cum to drip out of her mouth and run down her chin.
Harry stood up quickly, forgetting that he was naked and made his hard penis bounce as he rushed to get his clothes on and get things together.
“I’ve got to tell Pansy and Daphne,” he said. “They’ll need to know. When do we leave?”
Tonks said: “The day after tomorrow.”
“Soon!” Harry said.
He wasn’t sure if he was excited. And if he was excited, he wasn’t sure if he should be. This was a real mission they were talking about, with real enemies trying to cause them real harm. It was scary. But at the same time…
Harry couldn’t run forever. He’d worked exceptionally hard so that he would be ready when he had to fight. Now that it was possible for him to put those skills to use, well, it was starting to feel like all that effort meant something.
The rest of the day was very hectic from there. He got the details of the assignment to Tonks. There had been multiple anonymous tips that the Death Eaters were planning to attack Hogsmeade soon, so a serious contingent of DMLE forces was being sent out.
Harry and the others were just one part of many. There were aurors and less specialized ministry wizards going too. As the only fully magical village in the country, plus its close proximity to Hogwarts, Hogsmeade had to be defended. Otherwise, faith in the Ministry would plummet.
Daphne, Pansy, and Padma worked furiously to learn as much as they could, but didn’t come up with much. It wasn’t their fault. The problem was that no one in the ministry really knew what his supposed attack was going to look like. Hitting well defended targets wasn’t really Voldemort’s style. Usually, the dark lord and his followers preferred slaughtering people in isolation where they were helpless or outnumbered. It would be a new stage in the war if he attacked a place like Hogsmeade while knowing that the Ministry was prepared for a true battle.
Mad-Eye Moody helped Pansy and Daphne come up with strategies and routes through the town of Hogsmeade for quick escapes or moving resources in a real fight. He also pulled Harry aside and gave him a private speech.
“I don’t care how much you’ve practiced, because the world doesn’t either,” Moody told him. “Once the first spell comes at you trying to kill you—really kill you, not the way that Aberforth is always casting at you—your mind will go blank. Your first job is to survive, any means necessary. It’s also your second job. The third one, too. Just keep on staying alive, and at some point, you’ll remember that you're supposed to be some big scary wizard with real skills. Do you understand?”
Harry almost said yes, before realizing that that would be counterintuitive.
“Not yet, sir,” Harry said. “The fight hasn’t started.”
Moody clapped his shoulder and barked a loud laugh. “Good lad.”
After that he helped the planning for a while longer, then limped away do to whatever other duties Scrimgeou had him taking on. Right before he left, he looked back at Harry for a minute.
“Lad…” he said, followed by a strange pause. “Don’t get too excited by this.”
When he left, Harry frowned. What had that meant? His nervous energy at the chance to finally prove himself was honestly palpable, so he wasn’t surprised that Moody noticed, but he couldn’t decipher that warning. Was Moody just telling him to keep his cool in battle? It felt like that didn’t match the advice he gave him before about desperately trying to survive, though.
Harry stopped pondering this pretty quickly, there was just so much else to focus on. Padma and Daphne coached him on so many details about the topography that it took him hours to memorize them all. Everyone was feeling nervous, and it was coming out in different ways. Pansy got quiet, for example, while Padma was relentless in her attempts to cram every bit of knowledge she could into Harry’s brain.
After dinner, the stress came out in other ways.
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“Ohh it’s so big! Pump me with that thick dick! Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me hard!”
Tracey was sounding an awful lot like Pansy usually did, demanding it rough and hard from Harry. She wanted him to pound her until her legs quaked. He had her on her knees, Harry holding her elbows to lift her torso up as he fucked her from behind. Her ass jiggled like crazy as Harry fucked her. Tracey’s curly hair was bouncing up and down when he thrusted into her, and she periodically looked back at him, talking dirty.
“Make good use of that potion you bought me!” she said. “Try to beat it! Pump me full of your cum until there’s so much of it in my pussy, the potion can’t even keep up!”
“That’s impossible,” Pansy said from the corner of the bed.
“Don’t—NGH—kill a girl's dreams!” Tracey gasped.
Pansy was sitting and doing nothing, her small breasts out in sight for all of them. Padma and Parvati were on the floor, Padma laying over Parvati’s stomach at a perpendicular angle. Both of them were dripping from their crotches, totally full of cum. Luna looked the most messed up, but also the happies. She was leaning against the railing of the second floor. Her legs were spread wide apart, and she had Harry’s cum all over her. It was on her breasts, her thighs, her hips, her face, in her hair, and of course, her crotch. She was unconscious, but even out cold she had a big old smile on her face.
Other than Tracey, who Harry was currently balls deep inside of, Pansy was the only one present who had yet to go. Daphne skipped out tonight, saying that she was too nervous to fuck. Other than that, all of the girls were going to be heading into the field with Harry. As much as he knew Angelina, Tonks, and especially Susan would have loved to blow off steam like this, they couldn’t risk losing feeling in their legs.
Honestly, if they had tried to join, Harry wasn’t sure he would’ve had anything left for them. Already, as he fucked Tracey, he could feel himself nearing his limits. He might’ve had a freakish amount of stamina, but not even he could handle an unlimited amount of partners.
Focusing back on his partner, Harry fed a bit of extra oomph into his thrusts, jolting Tracey’s body harder. When she was pushed away from him, his grip on her elbows allowed him to pull her back, pounding the insides of her pussy.
“Oh you big freakish hunk!” Tracey moaned. “Come back safe… and quick… I don’t know how long I can go without this.”
She screamed as she climaxed, and Harry creampied her without a second thought. Anti-pregnancy potions were potent, and like Pansy unhelpfully put in before, they had a perfect success rate no matter how much a man came.
Tracey slumped forward, laying down on her side. She reached down and put her hand between her legs, just touching and feeling Harry’s cum with them. She smiled softly, and may have drifted off to sleep, because her eyes closed.
Harry turned to Pansy. She looked around, apparently realizing that she was the last one left.
“If you’re not up for it, we don’t have to do this today,” Harry said.
Pansy’s answer was to spread her legs, then bend them up so that they were like a “v” in front of her body. This stretched open her pussy lips, letting Harry see the pink flesh behind them.
What stamina he had left surged to life, spurring him to move over to him. Pansy looked him in the eyes as he approached, and Harry stared back. He didn’t break eye contact as he thrusted inside of her.
Pansy’s calves rested against his shoulders. Harry’s dick made her moan as he entered her. When he started moving, she couldn’t help but gasp.
Instead of doing dirty talk like Tracey had, Pansy was dead silent. She didn’t even want it rough like she usually did. With her legs stretched up like this, her pussy was particularly exposed, and Harry got deep inside there without having to try very hard. Suddenly, Pansy kissed him.
It was pretty impressive considering that she had to lean past her own legs, contorting her stomach, in order to do it. She got her tongue inside of Harry’s mouth and moved it all over, kissing him like her life depended on it.
Harry grabbed her ass, leaving her legs propped up on his shoulders. He squeezed her body, holding her tightly in position while his lower body moved like a pendulum, hammering into Pansy’s pussy.
She kissed him for as long as she could manage, until a sudden influx of pleasure forced her to lean back. She came on his dick, her folds getting wet and tighter.
The way she looked at him—so different from what they were like the first time they fucked—was what pushed Harry further than he could handle. Rather than a hot fuckbuddy she couldn’t resist, she really cared about him now. Through the power of sex (and a bit of tender loving) their relationship had been completely transformed.
Harry’s dick spat out the last cum he could produce. It was a fairly pitiful amount, after all that he’d already discharged, but Pansy didn’t mind, grateful to feel his warmth seep into her, no matter how small the load. She grabbed his face, holding his cheeks with her legs still sticking up in the air.
“You have to come back alive,” she said. “You have to promise that!”
“Pansy, it’s just a basic mission,” Harry said. “There’s a chance nothing even happens.”
“Promise!” she insisted.
“I promise,” Harry said.
And he meant it. He went to bed that night in a large cuddle pile, sharing his bed six different ways. Even as tired as he was, he didn’t fall asleep for a while.
He was too busy imagining what tomorrow would bring.
