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Growth Spurt Chapter 57
🕑 Added 2025-04-15 03:00:13 +0000 UTCSoft groans echoed over the balcony inside Harry’s room at the ministry. Upstairs, on the bed, Alicia was laying on her back with her legs still spread, half unconscious. Harry’s cum covered her all over, running down her sides and having dried on her breasts. At least, that was how she looked when Harry last saw her, before he came downstairs and attempted to get dressed again.
It hadn’t taken long for Alicia’s blowjob to spiral into full on sex. Harry fucked her for almost an hour, their sounds escaping into the hall. By the time he came back to the couch where it all started, Tonks couldn’t take it anymore. Shehad stormed into the room and jumped on him.
Harry was now sitting in a chair behind the desk that he used for lessons with Fleur. Tonks was perched on his lap. Her Auror robes were falling down at the top, resting around her upper biceps and showing plenty of cleavage. Harry was sucking on her neck, leaving the newest in a collection of hickeys, while she grinded her hips down. Harry’s body absently reacted, pushing his hips up against Tonks.
His shirt was back in place, and from the waist up he looked normal, but his pants were only pulled up to his knees. Tonks used this to push her crotch down on him, feeling his erection rubbing her slit through her robes and making her shudder.
Harry’s ears perked up suddenly. He heard someone at the door. Thinking quickly, he shunted Tonks off of his lap, pushing her down and hiding her underneath the desk where his legs were supposed to go. Harry didn’t have time to pull his pants up properly, but his scooted his chair forward to hide that he wasn’t perfectly clothed, looking at the door.
Boy was he glad he did all of this, too. It was the Minister himself.
Scrimgeour always looked fierce. Right now, though, his hair was extra fluffy and he had more creases than usual on his aged face. He arrived alone, shutting the door behind him, before striding up to the desk. On his way, he grabbed one of the chairs at the dining room table and dragged it behind him. He collapsed into this chair, leaning back against it.
“So,” he said, “you were attacked.”
Tonks couldn’t see the Minister’s arrival, but she heard his voice and her eyes widened as she realized the situation. Harry laid a hand on her shoulder as he looked Scrimgeour in the eyes.
“I was,” Harry said.
Scrimgeour sighed loudly. He ran a hand up his face, pushing his hair back over his forehead, but as soon as the hand was gone the hair flopped straight back down.
“Attacked not by a clerk, or someone of similar standing,” Scrimgeour said. “No, you were attacked by a department head. And not just an apartment head, either! It was the one man I was trusting more than any other to fight the war we find ourselves in. Today was an abject failure.”
“It could be worse, sir,” Harry suggested.
“Could it?” Scrimgeour said.
Harry nodded. “I’m still alive. So… today could have been worse.”
He shrugged.
Scrimgeour blinked. The Minister looked at him for a long moment. Without warning, he hurled his head back and laughed.
“True!” he said, and slammed his hand on the desk. “You’re still alive. I’m still alive. For as long as that’s true, we can still fight. All isn’t lost. Not that I was ever planning on giving up, with or without this talk. I do have to ask. How did you do it?”
It was a straightforward question, but Harry hesitated before answering. Not because of anything Scrimgeour did; Tonks was acting up. Her initial fear and shock had begun to fade, and as soon as it did, she leaned in and began to kiss Harry’s dick with those big soft lips of hers. Harry had to slide his hand over from his shoulder to her face, pushing her back to tell her that this wasn’t the right time.
“Tough question?” Scrimgeour asked without any accusation in his voice.
“Just thinking about how to answer it best!” Harry said. “The truth is, sir, the Imperius Curse has never affected me much. I was able to resist it a little from the first time it was cast on me, and over time I got to the point that I can just throw it off naturally.”
“Fascinating,” Scrimgeour said. “So not only can you survive the killing curse, you can throw off the Imperius. Do you even feel pain from the Cruciatus?”
Harry shivered. “Yes,” he said, his eyes dark behind his spectacles.
Scrimgeour’s voice lost its warmth. “Apologies, my boy. That joke was in bad taste. I forget, sometimes, the things that you’ve seen. And I’m sure there are many more experiences I’m not aware of.”
Harry was taken aback by the admission. From that first visit to the Burrow, it struck him how willing Scrimgeour was to admit his own mistakes and back down. Now, however, the man seemed to have become even more humble in a way, or perhaps just open about his worries. Harry thought that was admirable…
But he couldn’t think about it for very long, because Tonks had engulfed his hand in her mouth.
She got her lips around his fingers and sucked on them one by one, bobbing her head along each one in a clearly suggestive manner. Tonks was losing her mind a little bit, it seemed, or at least her sense of fear. Perhaps he’d put her through too much today.
First—although it was Tonks’s own idea—she stood guard for him and Susan outside of that closet. She must’ve heard the noise they were making. Then, they went to the talk, and Tonks watched Harry and Savage toy with each other on stage. The young witches and wizards watching probably didn’t notice, but Tonks was a trained Auror, and Harry was certain she caught the way he and Savage had pawed at each other. Finally, after Tonks brought him back, she was standing guard while he and Alicia fucked inside his room. It was no wonder she gave in and jumped on him.
Even that didn’t get her what she wanted, however, as they were interrupted by the Minister himself. Now, Tonks had no self control left. Harry decided he’d teased her enough.
If he could battle off the Imperius, he could keep a straight face no matter what tricks Tonks pulled.
He removed his hand, stealthily wiping his fingers of Tonks’s spit before he placed it on the desk. Underneath and out of Scrimgeour’s sight, Tonks pounced on him, wrapping her lips around his knob and shoving her head down it as if possessed.
“While you’re here, Minister, I have a request,” Harry said.
“You don’t sound like you're asking,” Scrimgeour noted. “That’s not the tone of voice I’m used to hearing from those who visit my office.”
“I really do mean it, though,” Harry said. “I can’t do this without your permission. I need my own group.”
“For what?” Scrimgeour asked.
“Lots of things,” Harry said. “I have power, but I don’t have the skills to use it. And I’ve got money, but on my own, I don’t know how to spend it. I’ve got enemies—too many to count—but I don’t know how to get rid of them. Not alone.”
Scrimgeour rubbed his brow. “What would you need?”
“Someone to teach me how to fight,” Harry said. “Others who will fight with me if I have to, or fight for me while I stay here. Someone to manage the money in both of my vaults and put it to good use. Probably someone with a strategic mind, because I’ve only ever been good at thinking on my feet.”
“Your own guards and fighters,” Scrimgeour repeated. “Do you not trust the Department of Magical Law Enforcement after today?”
He asked the question heavily, his eyes staring at Harry. Harry almost shifted in his seat out of fear.
Not that fear about his own convictions. Those, he KNEW he meant. No, he was worried that his pleasure would show on his face as Tonks took him in her throat and gave her head a delightful little twist.
“No,” Harry admitted. “I don’t trust them.”
“Good,” Scrimgeour said. His harsh look disappeared as he crossed his arms. “You’d be a fool if you did after everything that happened today. You’ve clearly put thought into this. I take it you have a list of people you’d like to bring in?”
“Not yet, but I will in a day,” Harry said. “I’ll be responsible for making the offers, too. I’m not demanding that you pay these people. I can win their loyalty myself. I just need you to sign off on bringing them here. And maybe expand my quarters a little bit.”
Scrimgeour looked suspicious. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to create some kind of a harem down here for yourself?”
Harry nearly choked, a reaction that wasn’t helped by the way Tonks had just gagged on his dick in a way he was worried Scrimgeour would hear.
“That has never been my intention,” Harry answered carefully.
It just seemed to happen anyway.
Scrimgeour laughed, and Harry actually wondered if he maybe understood Harry’s hidden meaning. The Minister stood up.
“When I brought you to the Ministry, I promised that the adults would fight this war,” he said. “Since then, you’ve handled Rita Skeeter who was a thorn in our side for ages, and fought your way out of an attempt to take control of you. I can only apologize: not just for my own oversights, but for the incompetence of so many adults. You should not have to fight in this war… yet it’s become clear that I can’t keep it away from you. In that case, you deserve to at least be prepared.”
Harry swallowed as Tonks swished her tongue around his shaft. He was getting close.
“Does that mean…?” he asked.
“Come up with your list,” Scrimgeour said. “I’ll check it. If there’s no one I object to, you have my authority to bring them in. Congratulations.”
The Minister started to walk away. When he got to the door, he turned back with a smirk Harry had never seen from him.
“I hope you have a fun afternoon, Harry,” he said knowingly.
Harry’s jaw dropped, and Scrimgeour laughed.
“Come on, Harry,” he said. “I’m the Minister of Magic. Do you really think I’ve never had a secretary underneath my desk before? Tell Auror Tonks that she’s performing her duties admirably. Or is it Alicia under there this time? I suppose it doesn’t really matter.”
Chuckling, Scrimgeour stepped out, shutting the door behind him. Harry even heard him hit it with a locking charm as a favor. Harry bent forward, placing both hands on Tonks’s head.
“Hear that?” he asked. “He’s gone, and we got busted anyway. I guess there’s no reason to hold back anymore.”
He pushed her down to his base, forcing a moist gag out of her throat. Harry plunged Tonks’s head down on his dick relentlessly, quickly hitting the climax of his pleasure and emptying his balls down her throat. Tonks looked up at him obediently, her throat bulging as she slurped down everything that he offered her.
As soon as the last drop was squeezed out in Tonks’s throat, Harry stood up, pushing his chair back. He pulled Tonks up with him. Perhaps because of his high stress day, his magic reacted, peeling Tonks’s robes and underwear off so that she was standing naked. Harry wasted no time in pushing her down, bending her over the desk.
“Does it turn you on, ignoring my signals and sucking me off in front of the Minister?” Harry asked. “Does it get your pussy wet? This pussy?”
He roughly groped Tonks’s vulva from behind, his middle finger even sliding a little bit inside. She was sopping wet.
“Yep, this is the cause,” Harry said. “This soaked thing was making you act crazy. It’ll need to be punished.”
“Punished how?” Tonks whimpered.
“With more force than usual,” Harry said.
He pulled his hand away, just to bury his dick deep inside of her. His body clapped against Tonks’s thighs. She was bent over the desk, so there was no give from her body moving. Harry grabbed her arms and pinned both of them behind her back. Each of Harry’s thrusts shook Tonks’s body and made her moan wildly and recklessly.
Harry fucked her fast and hard, the way that pornstars get fucked instead of real people. The size of his dick didn’t make it any easier for Tonks to take. She had some tricks of her own, however.
Her thighs grew larger. Harry knew these thighs intimately: she was mimicking Fleur’s legs, giving her extra cushioning against the pounding Harry was giving her. He smirked.
“That’s fine,” he said. “Use your countermeasures. That just means I can go even harder.”
He let go of her arms with one hand, using his other hand to pin both of her wrists against her lower back. With his freed hand, Harry spanked Tonks’s ass.
He struck her right in the center of her left mound. He left a handprint, and jiggling spread out around the point where he hit. Tonks moaned. That would’ve been the end of it, except Harry hit her again in the exact same place.
He was pretty strong. The muscles on his frame weren’t just for show. He wasn’t holding back as he struck this one spot on Tonks’s body like a blacksmith molding iron. Tonks’s moans turned to howls.
At the same time, her insides quickly grew wetter. Harry’s dick slid in more easily every time. As the back of her legs turned crimson and her butt took such a beating, she actually came on his dick. Harry’s smirk grew bigger.
“This is supposed to be a punishment, but what can I do? It seems like you’re enjoying it,” Harry said.
“Don’t stop!” Tonks begged.
“That’s one thing I had no plans on,” Harry said.
Tonks’s ass grew more shapely. Unlike her thighs, Harry wasn’t sure who she was copying now, but he did know that it looked like a paler version of Sinistra’s backside. The extra padding only made this more fun, though. It meant he didn’t have to hold back at all.
Eventually, he reached a point where each hit he landed caused its own orgasm in Tonks’s crotch. Apparently he hadn’t been spending enough time with the auror, because she was super backed up. She continued begging him to keep fucking her, but her words grew more slurred the longer they went at it. When her left cheek couldn’t take it anymore, Harry moved on to the right one, leaving matching marks.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He let go of Tonks’s arms, grabbing each of her cheeks instead of slapping them. They still must have stung like crazy, but Harry heedlessly grabbed and squeezed, lifting Tonks up by the derriere. Yowling, Tonks came hard just as Harry gave his last thrust. He pulled out in time for Tonks’s pussy to squirt on the floor, cumming on her. He pulled his hands away just in time with his quick reflexes, and his cum splattered onto Tonks’s rosy, metamorphmagus enhanced ass.
Groaning, she just about managed to look back at him.
“I should… sneak into… meetings with the minister… more often,” she muttered.
