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Growth Spurt Chapter 65
🕑 Added 2025-05-10 03:28:46 +0000 UTCI want to get back to Roommates soon, but those chapters take me longer and I haven't had much time.
Harry’s wand was a part of him. It had to be. He focused on nothing else, wielding his wand with all the skill that he could manage. Spells tore from the tip, the incantations leaving his lips just as quickly. One target was blown out of the air and slammed into the wall. Another had a hole drilled right through the center. A third fractured into pieces that fell out the floor. And the fourth and final one… was totally fine.
Harry’s last spell missed by a fraction of a hair. It hit the wall of the training room the Ministry had loaned them, and even the enchanted stone was left with a mark as the spell detonated, fracturing it.
It was an astounding show of magical power. Harry’s fellow trainees looked at him with a little bit of shock, something that was becoming a regular occurrence for the group during these sessions. Aberforth’s only reaction, on the other hand, was to grumble.
“Missed one,” he said. “You’ll have to work on that accuracy.”
Some people might have raged at that. They would say: But I already improved so much!
Harry didn’t say anything like that. To get where he needed to be, he still had to get MUCH better. He knew that, and so did Aberforth. There was no reason to be angry about being held to a higher standard.
Harry lifted his wand again, locking in for the next round of the drill. When Aberforth recreated the targets, he didn’t miss.
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“Get the tongue involved more, Pansy! The tongue!” Tracey said.
Pansy’s response was garbled by Harry’s thick schlong.
The girls were laying on his bed in his room while Harry stood next to it. Pansy lay on her stomach, pushed up slightly with her knees so that she could put her lips around Harry’s dick. She was bobbing her head slightly, pausing when Tracey told her to so that she could run her tongue over Harry. The darker skinned Slytherin was attempting to teach Pansy the intricacies of a properly applied blowjob, with all kinds of sensuality and secret techniques. So far, it really wasn’t working.
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake! Watch me!” Tracey said.
She grabbed Pansy’s short hair and yanked the pug nosed girl off of Harry, taking her place. Tracey looked up at him as she worked on his dick, not even sucking on him right away. First, she dragged her tongue from his base up to his tip, running it around the circumference of his cockhead. After that, she traced many of the veins with the tip of her tongue. Only then did she put her lips around him.
Pansy watched Tracey bob at varying speeds, pulling out all kinds of tricks to make Harry feel good. Ironically, the most excited she’d gotten yet was when Tracey pulled her hair to get her off of Harry.
Tracey pulled her head back, popping her thick lips off of Harry’s dick with a resounding sound and turning back to Pansy. “Do you get it now?”
“Yes yes, that was very fancy,” Pansy said, boredom audible in her voice. “But what’s the POINT?”
“...To give good oral?” Tracey said. “A blowjob is a delicate art that takes skill, and precision, and technique—”
“Counterpoint,” Pansy said. “Hole.”
She pointed at her own mouth, which she opened as wide as it would go, unhinging her jaw, and placed in front of Harry. He and Draco’s ex had gone at it more than enough times for him to understand what she wanted. Harry grabbed the back of Pansy’s head, aimed his cock like a spear, and shoved it right into that mouth of hers.
“Glack! Glack! Glack!” Pansy gagged, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as her face got fucked.
“That's not a blowjob!” Tracey said. “There’s no art in that! You’re just letting him use your face as he pleases! It’s… Well it’s… Merlin, that’s actually really hot.”
She dug two fingers into her cunt, and used her other hand to put two into Pansy from behind, fingering her while Harry got to her face. Suffice to say the sheets were extremely wet by the time the derailed lesson finished.
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Over time, Aberforth’s lessons left Harry less destroyed after each one. Rather than the lessons themselves getting easier, it was more like his body was acclimating. After three days, he’d been able to have sex properly again without feeling like a zombie the way he and Angelina had. After a week, Harry could actually use the hours after training to be productive in other ways, like working with Tracey to understand where his money was going or checking in with Parvati about how learning administrative duties was going.
The types of training also changed up a lot. They weren’t just doing target practice anymore. Now, two weeks after the beginning, they had moved onto live duels.
Harry had to build good habits about now doing anything too dangerous, so that no one would get hurt. With the power he wielded, he was entirely capable of putting too much juice into a spell and causing irreparable damage. Avoiding this turned out to be great training in its own way, allowing him to really think his way through duels instead of just using powerful spells and hoping for the best. The strategies he learned would carry over to real duels, and when he didn’t have to worry about hurting the person on the other end, he was going to be like a whole new duelist.
He and his friends weren’t the only ones training, either. Aberforth was doing more than teaching. Tonks found out through her connections that the less famous Dumbledore was dueling aurors in his free time to sharpen his skills. Harry couldn’t say if he was improving, because Aberforth had always been too strong for him to really push in a duel, but it was a great sign of just how motivated he was.
While they trained like this, Padma and Luna gathered as much information as they could from Ministry sources like Auror reports and public sources like the Daily Prophet. It was somber work, considering what a large percentage of the information consisted of new and varied Death Eater crimes. They slogged through, though, and helped Pansy and Tracey come up with possible strategies and places that the Death Eaters might be planning to attack. The same way that Aberforth was training Harry and the other fighters, Mad-Eye Moody freed up time out of his schedule to give them tips. While the veteran auror used to be someone who was in the field most of the time, his injuries and experience kept him sitting back most of the time now, so he was perfect for this. Not that Moody was at all pleased he couldn’t be out there fighting.
Overall, Harry couldn’t be happier with the way that things were going.
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“I do not know what to think of all the changes that have happened around here,” Fleur said in her usual accent, her curvy body laying naked on the bed. “I used to have you to myself so often. Now, there is so much competition!”
As Harry finished undressing someone else answered for him.
“I don’t want to hear the part veela complaining,” Alicia said. “The rest of us might actually get forgotten, but there’s no way that’s happening to you!”
Fleur ignored her, sighing melodramatically. “I used to have so much time to tutor him. Now, he prefers the company of an old man!”
“Don’t say it like that,” Harry said. He’d finished stripping and hopped onto the bed. “And nobody is going to get forgotten.”
“Convince me~” Fleur said.
She spread her legs, showing off the taut pink lips between them. Harry bent down and jammed his tongue between them.
In addition to Alicia, both of the Patils and Penny were there to watch and wait their turn that night. Fleur hurled her head back, making her silvery hair fan out. She moaned loudly.
“Mon amor, I love the way you feel. Ooh, jam it in me, Harry! Jam that tongue into me!” she said loudly.
As he licked her clit she bucked her hips forward, pushing back against his tongue. He got his fingers involved, pushing two in and vibrating them as fast as he could. The better he made Fleur feel the louder she got, and the more hot and bothered the others started looking around them. When Harry’s tongue started to vibrate far faster than his fingers, using his magical ability, Fleur screamed uproariously. When Harry pulled back, she squirted like a fountain, her body twitching.
As soon as the stream shut off, Harry placed himself on top of her, fucking her in missionary. Alicia leaned forward while he did it, kissing him with tongue.
“Just doing what I can to get my turn,” Alicia said when she pulled back and Harry looked curiously.
To prove his point that she didn’t have to, Harry kissed her again, harder this time, while Fleur writhed beneath him, orgasming on his dick.
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Harry knocked away the blue spell coming at him with a swish of his wand. He responded by laying down a bunch of blasting curses that rocked the surrounding area. His opponent shielded against all of them effortlessly, responding with a stunner. Harry barely bent out of the way. After, he briefly considered how embarrassing it would be to be beaten by such a basic spell after coming so far.
Tonks, Angelina, Neville, and Susan were all watching from the side. He could tell they were impressed, but Harry didn’t have time to focus on that. He’d been training for a month straight. In the case of most wizards, that wouldn’t be very long at all. Harry had a lot of power though, and lots of high stress situations in his past that let him keep his cool under pressure. He was a natural. He had just needed a little bit of guidance in order to bring it out.
Almost every spell out of his wand was one that Harry hadn’t known a month ago. They were powerful things that could pulverize a human or run them through. However, he wasn’t scared to use them. He knew that it was too soon for him to get a real win against this opponent.
Harry trained hard for a month, and had an advantage in terms of power and natural talent. Aberforth had been fighting for decades longer than Harry had been alive, taking part in two different wars. That kind of experience, combined with a level of natural talent that was ahead of 90% of wizards, was just too much.
Harry conjured a boulder and banished it at Aberforth. That was a trick that he could get away with because of his power. The heavier an object, the harder it was to banish it. But the banishing charm was a simple spell, and power was the thing Harry had over every wizard in Britain outside of Dumbledore and Voldemort.
Aberforth was unphased by one of Harry’s best tricks. It likely didn’t help that Aberforth helped Harry develop it in the first place. He used a handful of precise spells to burst the boulder into stone shards. Then he started up a show.
Aberforth wielded a flood of conjuration that would’ve made even his brother stroke his beard with respect. Each of the little shards of rock turned into small birds, and they swarmed toward Harry.
Harry made fire erupt from his wand, since there were too many for him to pick off with ordinary spells. However, his control over his flames was still iffy. Although he got rid of the birds, he blocked his own line of sight while doing so. The disarming charm that hit him hurled him off of his feet and ripped his wand away from his fingers. Harry hit the wall and slumped down while Aberforth caught his wand.
“Good improvements, lad,” Aberforth grumbled.
Coming from him, that was actually high praise. Harry’s fellow students clapped for the duel they had just watched. Tonks was frowning and looked grudging as she did it, probably realizing that she couldn’t push Harry around in training duels anymore.
Harry nodded to them and forced himself not to feel frustrated. He’d made incredible progress, and to expect more would frankly be ludicrous. He wouldn’t let his competitive spirit make him act like a fool
Once Aberforth returned Harry’s wand, he bowed. Harry was stunned for a moment. Slowly, Harry bowed back. He was actually smiling now.
That was a sign of respect for a real duel. Aberforth had never shown it to him during any other practice bout, only when he fought actual aurors.
“I meant it,” Aberforth grumbled afterward. “You’ve done well, Harry.”
“Thanks,” Harry said, his chest swelling with pride.
He was starting to feel prepared in a way he never had when he was working under Albus Dumbledore. Now, it was about getting the chance to show off what he’d gained.
And that chance was coming sooner than he realized.
