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Growth Spurt Chapter 19
🕑 Added 2025-01-05 04:00:04 +0000 UTCHarry’s classes passed smoothly as the week progressed. Although, by now, they were far from the main thing he was worried about. Between teaching himself dueling, sneaking out for lessons with Aberforth, and trying to restart the DA, it was hard to be worried about your grade in Transfiguration.
Not that he slacked off. Charms, Potions, and even Defense he tried his hardest in, despite Snape proving as pathetic a teacher as he’d always been. It was just that classes weren’t Harry’s chief worry anymore.
On Wednesday, he had his first lesson with Aberforth. He snuck out late using his invisibility cloak, although making the trip to Hogsmeade and back so late took a surprising toll on him.
The lesson itself had been fine. Aberforth was teaching him spells, working on building up his arsenal instead of just relying on pouring power into simple magic. Once Harry had more to work with, Aberforth assured him they would move on to practicing applying these new spells.
The lesson was three hours, and Harry hadn’t left early. He ended up getting only a couple hours of sleep, leaving him feeling like an Inferus for most of the next day.
It was now Friday, two days after his lesson, and Harry was back to his usual level of energy. More than that, he was feeling pent-up.
It was certainly not natural, now that Harry thought about it. He’d been having sex sometimes multiple times a day for the last few months, and while he would end up momentarily tired, he recovered incredibly quick. Now, it had been almost three days since he banged Tracey in the dungeons. That wasn’t long at all, but Harry’s sex drive was almost out of control. He nearly pulled Hermione into a broom closet on the way to lunch, just to make his balls feel less constricted, but Ron was with them and he couldn’t think of a suitable excuse.
Harry wondered if this had to do with his magic. It had gotten so much stronger so quickly. Was that where all this energy was coming from, to the point he could only relax if he had a girl on hand nearly every day?
He tabled these thoughts during lunch, scarfing down a sizable portion of food, another change his newfound maturity had brought with it.
It was as he was scarfing down food that a familiar dreamy voice said, “Hello there.”
“Hey, Luna,” Harry greeted as he twisted around.
The petite blond had her usual vacant smile in place, although Harry and the others couldn’t help but frown at the sight of her current outfit. She’d paired her blue Ravenclaw robes with long white gloves that ran all the way to her elbows and an odd, flopping black hat.
“Harry!” she greeted. “You’re just who I was looking for.”
“Did you need something?” Harry asked, blinking.
“I did! The Nargles suggested you, and I think they were right. They usually are. I have something I need reached, see, and I just can’t manage it myself. Could you help?”
Harry’s face darkened. Luna hadn’t always had an easy time at school. Before meeting Ginny and the rest of the DA, she’d gone through Hogwarts life friendless, and her peculiar personality attracted bullies.
In the past, this had often taken the form of Luna’s belongings being stolen and placed in hard to get places. It only increased Luna’s loony reputation when people saw her walking barefoot, never knowing that her shoes had been stashed behind the couch in the Ravenclaw room and she was trying her best to look for them.
Harry glanced down. Luna was wearing only socks beneath the knees.
“Sure, Luna,” he said softly, standing up. “I can help.”
Hermione had seen the same thing he had, and she nodded at Harry. Ron was oblivious, as was often the case, but he gave Harry a grin and a firm nod telling him it was nice of him to help the girl.
Harry and Luna left the Great Hall while most students were still busy eating. Luna led him away in the direction of the the Ravenclaw tower.
“You’re a good friend,” Luna said.
As always, her voice had the same dreamy quality that made it impossible to read her emotions. Harry had never quite been able to tell if she even knew that she was being bullied, or if it was still happening now, after she’d attached herself to him and his friend group.
“Thank you,” Harry told her genuinely.
“You are nice,” Luna said. “You’re very gentle with most people. But I like you just as much when you’re not gentle.”
Harry developed a sudden cough, not having been expecting the sudden reference to their over-summer activities.
“Yeah?” he said, not knowing how else to respond.
Luna nodded.
“It feels like I’m going to break, but I never do,” she said. “It’s wonderful.”
Abruptly, she stopped there in the middle of a random hallway.
“We’re here,” she said.
Harry frowned. There was one suit of armor nearby, and a portrait of a single tree on a hill that may have a witch or wizard in it part of the time, but was vacant at the moment. There was nowhere difficult to reach, and certainly no shoes in sight.
“What did you need reached, Luna?” Harry asked, turning to the blond.
Only, as he faced her, delicate hands covered his eyes.
“Close your eyes,” Luna said. “Let’s play a game.”
“Alright…”
“Count up all one-hundred creatures that live in the drinking water at Hogwarts, and when you’re done, open your eyes and come find me.”
Considering Harry and the rest of Hogwarts were aware of NO animals living in the castle’s drinking water, he chose just to count to a hundred like they were playing hide-and-seek, which this seemed to be.
The feeling of Luna’s hands disappeared. Her footsteps retreated down the hall. Harry focused on his counting.
When he opened his eyes, he was alone in the hallway. He scanned to see where Luna went and spotted one thing out of place. On the corner of the portrait with the tree, one of her pure white gloves was hanging at an angle.
Harry walked that direction, snagging the glove and bringing it with him. The next time he came to an intersection, he found the other glove stuffed against the wall. A bit further on it was Luna’s hat, laid over the helmet of a suit of armor. Harry couldn’t help but smile.
He was starting to think he’d had the wrong impression about this. Whatever Luna wanted him for, it seemed more like some kind of game than to deal with bullies.
As he walked, he discovered Luna’s socks next, each marking a turn he should take. It led him all the way to the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room.
For a moment, Harry stopped and stared. He couldn’t help but laugh incredulously.
Unlike the Gryffindor Common Room, Ravenclaws didn’t have to pass a portrait to get in. They had an animated knocker shaped like an eagle on an otherwise normal door. From the rumors, you had to answer a riddle correctly to get inside. But someone else had already entered, and they’d propped the door to keep it from shutting all the way.
Harry opened the door, picking up the small wad of cloth that fell to the floor as he did. The doorstop was none other than a pair of girl’s panties, recently worn if their warmth was anything to go by.
Harry crossed the empty common room. With it being lunchtime and students having classes after lunch, no Ravenclaws were anywhere to be seen, although there was a bra sitting by the set of stairs up to the girls dorms.
Harry climbed the stairs, worried they would turn to a ramp beneath him like they did in the Gryffindor dorm, but perhaps Ravenclaws were considered more trustworthy because nothing of the sort happened. Harry found a variety of doors, presumably for the different years. They were all identical… but he had a feeling the one with Luna’s robes hanging from the door was the one that he was after.
He pulled the robes down, completing his collection of Luna’s clothes. He thought he knew what to expect as he opened the door, but it still surprised him.
Luna lay on the carpeted floor. She had her chin to the ground, while her back was arched and her knees were down, propping up her crotch. Both her hands were reaching back, spreading the lips of her pussy as far as they could go, giving Harry a perfect view of her insides.
His cock exploded to its full size, swelling with all that sexual frustration he’d been feeling.
“You found me!” Luna said. “This is what I needed help reaching, see. I believe it’s called the cervix.”
Harry was already stripping out of his clothes.
“You can, help, can’t you?
Harry’s answer was dropping into position behind her and thrusting forward. In one sharp lurch, he struck Luna’s requested spot with his stiff member.
“Oh yes!” Luna gasped. “Just like that.”
He grabbed her ass, hands squeezing until her soft skin was held far too tightly to shift or move. Then he continued thrusting into her, driving each motion all the way to Luna’s core.
Harry grunted as he felt, with great relief, the sense of pent-up desire bleeding out of him. He took his frustration out on Luna, something the girl seemed positively thrilled about.
He didn’t bother holding back for a single moment. Luna had told him explicitly, after all, just how much she liked it when he was rough. Who was he to disappoint a lady?
Harry used his grip on Luna’s ass to support his body. He squatted, his hands still gripping her backside, using the range of motion the position offered to crash his body into Luna’s at exceptional speeds. His cock was nothing but a blur as it slid in and out of her. He wasn’t the only one who had been feeling pent up, because Luna was sopping wet already, despite their lack of foreplay.
Harry let go of her ass, only to smack each cheek with his hands a moment later. His weight leaned forward, letting him pound Luna’s deepest parts even more efficiently. Luna’s dreamy voice was moaning loudly, while her bottle cap earrings swung each time Harry’s body collided with hers.
Luna’s tight body felt incredible. Harry's mouth hung open slightly, while his eyes closed partway, his mind losing itself in the pleasure. His whole body pumped and tensed with exertion, yet Luna took it all with a reddening bum and a succession of short orgasms.
Harry’s body demanded release in short order. He was just too worked up to keep himself from cumming. When his orgasm arrived, it happened deep in Luna, making the whimsical blond tense her whole body as Harry’s warmth spread through her crotch.
Harry didn’t pull himself out. He was still almost painfully erect. He flipped Luna over, descending on her from above, so that his thrusts were angled straight down. He made eye-contact with Luna.
“I’m a little bit worked up right now,” Harry admitted. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I'm going to be able to stop for a while.”
“It’s quite alright,” Luna said. “Use my body like I’m a pesky Wrackspurt you haven’t been able to get rid of.”
Harry resumed his frantic pace, moving faster than he had been before if anything. He grabbed Luna’s nipples, twisting her small breasts, drawing a sharp moan from the girl. Her usual dreamy look was shockingly erotic. It only egged Harry on, until he was fucking her so hard that the wood floor creaked beneath their bodies.
He lasted longer this time, fucking Luna in this new position for thirty minutes before he finally added to the creamy filling in her quaking pussy. And even then, he still didn’t go soft.
Harry did exactly as Luna asked, using her body ruthlessly. Like she was a Wrackspurt, apparently. He bent her against the wall and fucked her from behind. He slapped her ass and pulled her hair. He dumped her facedown on a bed, when she grew exhausted, and crawled on behind her, fucking her as she lay flat.
“What about your roommates?” he asked eventually, as their bodies clapped together.
“Sixth Year dorm,” Luna moaned. “Classes.”
Harry understood what she meant. This wasn’t Luna’s dorm, but the girls from Harry’s year. Other than raising the question of exactly whose bed they were performing the nasty on, Sixth Years had a three hour lecture period after lunch. Harry was definitely skipping his classes now, after how long they’d been going at it, but they had plenty of time before any of the occupants came back.
At least, they should have. After a certain point, Harry lost track of time, and if he wasn’t keeping track then Luna definitely wasn’t. The blond was only partially conscious by now, to tell the truth. When voices started up suddenly outside the door, she didn’t even react.
Harry’s eyes widened. He summoned his wand and checked the time with a charm. It told him it was 4 in the afternoon, the time that afternoon classes ended, just as the door opened.
Harry stared over, frozen midthrust with his cock eighty percent out of Luna. In the doorway, three witches stared back: an Asian girl, and Indian girl, and a pale girl with messy brown hair.
Standing in the lead, Padma Patil looked the most shocked.
“My bed…” she said in a very quiet voice.
Harry winced.
