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Growth Spurt Chapter 64
🕑 Added 2025-05-04 04:40:42 +0000 UTCAngelina's turn!
Harry was soon quickly glad that he’d had such an enjoyable evening, because the very next morning he was dragged off by Aberforth for training. The old man had been just itching to get started, likely on account of the underhanded methods Harry used to gain his allegiance. Once, Harry even caught the man slipping up and calling it “Stress relief” instead of training.
Going into it, Harry was expecting a balance between useful instruction and sadistic pain (with Harry himself as the most common recipient). Aberforth could be a great teacher, but he could also be vindictive and as stubborn as anyone. For the first week, maybe two, there would probably be a lot of pain tolerance involved. It would be skills that would be good to know, like dueling while feeling the effects of minor curses and hexes, but it would also help Aberforth feel better.
Instead, things were even more practical than Harry expected right from the first lesson.
The facility they were using was one that Tonks said aurors used to keep their wand play sharp. It was basically just big and empty, like a hanger with enchanted walls so that damage wouldn’t leak out. A bit low tech, maybe, but Harry could appreciate what it did offer.
When he arrived, he did so as part of a group of five. There was Harry himself, Tonks (who despite being a trained auror hadn’t been willing to pass up an opportunity from a wizard like Aberforth), Angelina, Neville, and Susan Bones.
Out of all of them, Susan was the surprise pick and looked the most nervous. She hadn’t known what role she’d be thrust into. Harry trusted her though. At the end of his fifth year, she’d been among the D.A. members who rushed to his aid when the Slytherins picked a fight. More importantly, her family pedigree spoke of an extremely capable witch if he could just bring out her potential.
Aberforth had assessed them and given a dismissive grunt, but that was just his personality.
“Everyone’s sure they want to be here?” he asked. “It won’t be easy.”
No one got cold feet. Even Susan looked sure of herself. She wasn’t backing down now that she got here.
“Good,” Aberforth said. “We’ll start on your aim. It doesn’t matter what spells you know or use if you can’t hit anything. Now, you’ll use these targets.”
Aberforth easily conjured and levitated targets for them, moving them with his wand. Harry watched that kind of proficiency with a jealous yet eager eye, desperate to get to that kind of level. He fancied his chances at transfiguring targets like them, and maybe controlling one. He’d never be able to manage five different ones at the same time, though.
The session was grueling. The teens were pushed until their arms felt like lead and they were sweating all over. Casting a spell isn’t particularly exhausting, but calling on your magic over and over again for THREE HOURS was enough to make you rethink every choice you ever made in life. Not only that, the more tired your arm got, the more likely you were to mess up the wand motion for your spells. If you got too tired and failed a cast, Aberforth would hex you until your hand stung.
No one complained about the pain. They knew that if they messed up in a real duel against a Death Eater, a much worse fate would be waiting for them.
Harry noticed his aim showing slow yet clear improvements, then growing worse again as fatigue caught up with him. Just as he’d missed his target for the fifth time in a row, Aberforth raised his hand.
Harry flinched, expecting some kind of stinging spell. It wasn’t the pain itself that would get to him, but the disappointment that it represented.
Instead, however, Aberforth just said: “We’re taking a lunch break.”
Everyone slouched, breathing hard. It certainly wasn’t easy. If they did a session this harsh everyday, they would surely improve fast, though! Within a few weeks, they’d really get better!
Aberforth nodded, stroking his long beard.
“One hour,” he said. “That’s how long you’ve got for lunch. Then we’re going at it.”
As the teens realized what a looming mountain of work lay in front of them, they slouched.
“What are you waiting for?” Aberforth asked. “The clock is ticking.”
All of them RAN back to their rooms, desperate to stuff their mouths and get back in time.
LINE BREAK
Harry’s steps were heavy and slow as he trudged around his quarters. They’d been through one day of training, and his body already ached worse than it had after any quidditch practice in his entire life. He’d barely managed to shower, and was now trudging back to his bed.
When he got there, it wasn’t empty.
There had been no exploding snap game that night. Those who’d trained insisted they weren’t up for it, even as the girls with administrative roles pouted. However, Harry’s bed wasn’t empty. Angelina lay on her back, looking as tired as he felt.
Her dark brown eyes shifted toward him. “Come here,” she said.
“Angelina, I don’t know if I’ve got the energy to fuck tonight,” Harry said.
“I don’t know if I do either,” she said. “You got me so horny though, taking me on that damn mission to recruit that crazy old man. I was so sure I’d get my turn… Then I lost the exploding snap game, and now… Aberforth isn’t going to let us rest for weeks, is he?”
“...Probably,” Harry admitted.
Angelina groaned. With effort, she pushed herself up in bed.
“It’s got to be now,” she said. “If I put it off anymore, I’m only going to get MORE exhausted. I won’t miss this chance.”
“...Okay,” Harry said. “I don’t know if my legs even work still, though.”
“Just come here,” Angelina said, smiling ruefully. “We’ll do what we can manage.”
She held out her arms, beckoning him onto the bed like a longtime lover. Harry crawled into her embrace. In their tired states, they didn’t do more than embrace at first. Angelina’s body was warm. Harry hadn’t remembered how big her tits were. Probably because he’d always been distracted by her massive bum.
Eventually, Angelina got her lips involved. She pecked him on his face, slowly pushing him onto his back. Once Harry rolled over, she straddled him. Because of how tired she was, she didn’t throw her legs over him, instead sliding them across his body and ruffling his clothes.
Once Angelina got on top, she went back to kissing him, pretty much just lying on top of his body. Harry slid his aching arms around her lower back, holding her tight. Eventually, gathering her strength, Angelina sat up.
She pressed her crotch down, grinding against him. Harry couldn’t help but smile looking up at her. Angelina’s skin was as dark as Sinistra’s, and her face was just as pretty, regardless of her tomboyish personality. She looked 100% like a woman right now, though. She lifted her shirt off. After she took her own shower, knowing she was coming here, she hadn’t even put a bra back on.
She bent down again, giving Harry a chest to bite her breasts. Her nipples looked like the darkest chocolate you could buy, and tasted like lemony soap. He looked into her eyes as he sucked on them.
Getting the rest of their clothes off sounded like an impossible chore to their aching bodies. Harry wished they could just… disappear. And they did.
He blinked. Apparently, just because his body was exhausted didn’t mean that his magic was. In a way, it actually felt more responsive now than ever before.
“Ohh, I am so thankful you’re such a kickass, powerful wizard,” Angelina groaned.
She slid her hips all the way forward, letting Harry’s tip poke between her pussy lips. When she moved her hips back, he slid inside of her. Harry caught his breath, exhaling sharply. Angelina moved slowly; as fast as her body would allow.
“You like that?” Angelina asked. “Do you like fucking your old captain?”
“You were only my captain for one year,” Harry said.
“So?” Angelina groaned. “This is still… A captain’s pussy…”
Harry couldn’t help but chuckle. “Even your dirty talk is lazy right now.”
“I’m trying my best,” Angelina said. “It’s not my fault I was run into the ground all day!”
Harry groaned, grabbing onto her wide hips as they moved. “Aberforth takes his job seriously.”
“Too seriously,” Angelina said. “Let’s not talk about that old man right now, though. Tell me I'm pretty Harry.”
“You’re gorgeous,” Harry said. “You look just as good riding me as you did in all my fantasies in the Gryffindor dorm.”
“Get out!” Angelina said with a tired laugh. “The boy who lived wasn’t laying around picturing ME naked.”
“Why not?” Harry said. “Can’t I fantasize about fucking the beautiful, sexy older girls on my Quidditch team? I don’t think you’re acknowledging how tight those pants you all wore are.”
Angelina shook her head, unable to keep from smiling. “Well, now you’ve gotten one of them. Or is it two, since Alicia’s here?”
“Three,” Harry said. “Katie and I did it loads before I left Hogwarts.”
“You horndog!” Angelina laughed. “You’re unstoppable!”
Although he wasn’t usually one to stroke his own ego, the words resonated with Harry. He did get around like a motherfucker. Girls flocked to him, and they were always satisfied after getting a taste. He was supposed to be unstoppable. Who cares if he was tired? Angelina deserved her turn.
It wasn’t a second wind that came over him, because he already used that up during training. If anything, it was probably a fifth or sixth wind. Whatever it was, it allowed him to flip them over suddenly, pinning Angelina beneath him.
“Erm, hey, Harry.” Angelina giggled nervously, looking up into his handsome face. “I guess I’m still older, but I’m not really bigger than you anymore, am I?”
Smirking, Harry forced his tired body to move, getting the thrusting going.
The bed shook and squeaked. Angelina’s chin jutted up from the pleasure, and she gasped. Before she could close her mouth, he was kissing her, wedging his tongue inside her mouth. His hips smacked against her. Angelina was in excellent shape from all the exercise she got. Combine that with her natural body, and she basically had tree trunks for thighs. Harry hoped that she was on the potion, because he couldn’t afford to get one of his new hit wizards knocked up… But there was no way he was managing to get his dick out of her with the way she was holding him.
The burst of energy he experienced didn’t last long. Already he could feel his strength fading, given how exhausted he was. He had to make sure this was enough, though. He sped up, using the last of his strength in a burst.
“Merlin!” Angelina yelled.
Her nails scratched his back. They kissed again with lots of tongue. Harry had to think about it again with a little bit of wonder: this was the girl who basically mentored him on the quidditch pitch, who had always been so knowledgeable and composed… and now she was beneath him, her wet cunt begging for a load.
Harry’s strength failed him. Fortunately, he’d been going so fast that the mattress springs were full of leftover energy. When his body gave out, his and Angelina’s bodies bounced a couple of times, courtesy of the mattress. Each one was like another smaller thrust. Just as the mattress finally went still, they both erupted, cumming for each other with their tongues locked together.
Even after taking his seed and squirting for him in return, Angelina didn’t let him go. They kissed till they ran out of hair, at which point Harry’s face slid past hers, landing on the pillow behind her head. Angelina’s limbs continued to wrap around him until they slid off minutes later. The day caught up with both of them, sending them off to a shockingly peaceful sleep.
It wasn’t until hours later, when they both woke up, that they realized they slept the night with Harry still inside of her. Neither of them minded. They slept well, and to be honest, they considered it kind of cute.
Aberforth was less pleased when they showed up fifteen minutes late for his training the next morning. They earned more than their share of stinging charms. But, they would both confide later, they still thought it was completely worth it.
