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Growth Spurt Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2025-01-01 20:13:04 +0000 UTCHarry was in a damn good mood after a trip like that. Why wouldn't he be? He got to enjoy the company of two very beautiful, very eager girls. Whatever distaste he felt in Slughorn’s cabin couldn’t last after something like that.
He returned to the compartment he began the trip in, finding that Neville had returned while he, Ginny and Luna had been preoccupied. They arrived in Hogsmeade shortly.
“Draco didn’t even show up to the prefect meeting,” Ron admitted as they walked down the hall.
“You think that he’s up to something?” Neville asked.
“He’s always up to something,” Harry said.
Surprisingly, he found that the idea just… didn’t bother him like he expected it to. Draco had been a nemesis to him since his first year. Usually, he was always paying close attention to what the blond was up to. But right now, he just couldn’t bring himself to see Draco as a real threat. Not after watching Voldemort and Dumbledore’s duel at the ministry.
He’d seen what magic could truly be. THAT was what he had to be chasing now, not petty schoolyard jinxes. He didn’t know how he could start bridging the gap to Voldemort’s terrifying level of skill, didn’t know if it was even possible for him, but that didn’t change his certainty that he needed to try.
When they reached the platform, Harry saw something that made his eyes widen.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
While his friends looked confused, Harry ducked away, approaching the far side of the platform where a small crowd of black and yellow robes had formed.
“It’s good to see old Hogsmeade again!” a voice was saying from the middle of the crowd. “It’s only been a few years, but I didn’t expect to be back here so soon. And look at you all! You’ve really grown up, you know?”
“Even me?” Harry asked.
The group jumped, spinning as they noticed him. There were four girls in Hogwarts robes. One was a redhead, two had blond hair, and that last had a long brown ponytail. They wore Hufflepuff colors, and Harry recognized every single one. They were all from his year.
The one that attracted his attention, though, and the one who had been talking, was dressed in a flashier set of red Auror robes, with hair that was an even flashier color of pink. Tonks scowled.
“I had all these plans to surprise you, and then you have to go and ruin it by catching me with my guard down.”
“Consider it training,” Harry teased. “If you’re here to protect Hogsmeade, you’ve got to have that guard up at all times, Auror.”
Tonks blinked. “And how do you know that’s what I’m here for?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Harry asked. “Why else would an Auror be here?”
“Harry?” a voice asked tentatively.
It was one of the blondes, a pretty girl with a slight overbite. Hannah Abbott had been one of the members of his DA last year. He smiled at her.
“Hey, Hannah!” he greeted.
“You, um, you’re looking good,” she said. “After what happened last year, I mean! I was worried…”
“What’s this?” Tonks leaned forward, elbowing Hannah’s side. “Do my cute underclassmen know Harry? What a small world.”
“Everyone at the school knows me at least a little bit,” Harry told her dryly.
Tonks waggled her eyebrows. “Enough to tell you how hot you look?”
“I didn’t say that!” Hannah protested, blushing.
“But that’s what you meant.”
“The carriages are going to be leaving soon,” Harry said. “Are you stationed here for long, Tonks?”
“The whole year,” she said. “You haven’t seen the last of me, that’s for sure.”
“Good. We’ll find a time to talk longer later.” Harry smiled. “Good catching up with you girls.”
He nodded and started to leave, ignoring the way Tonks mouthed “Talking, sure.” But before Harry could leave, someone grabbed his hand.
Susan Bones, arguably the prettiest girl in their year, held his fingers with both hands.
“Harry, are you going to start… IT again?” she asked.
The question caught him off guard. He scratched the back of his head.
“Err, I hadn’t really thought about it,” he admitted.
“Please,” Susan asked. “I learned more from you than in the last three years of lessons. And I NEED that now, more than ever. All of us will.”
A bit taken aback, Harry managed to say, “I’ll try.”
Susan immediately beamed. “Thank you!”
She held onto his hand for a few seconds longer before releasing it. Excusing himself again, Harry hurried to catch up with his friends.
Restarting the DA wasn’t something he had planned on. From the start, it had been a way of getting around Umbridge. Without her in the picture, he didn’t even think about giving it another try. With luck they would have a competent professor, and asking members to come to meetings would only tire them out with too much work.
But… Maybe Susan had a point. They didn’t need free time right now, they needed to prepare. Mastering one more curse could be the difference between escaping a Death Eater or dying. If Harry could save even a single person with his lessons, that would make them worth it.
But, at the same time, he wasn’t sure how fit he was to teach. Sure, he’d helped them the year before, but over that time he taught them most of what he knew. He felt like he needed to be learning things himself, not teaching.
Maybe those things could both be done at the same time, though…
Still deep in thought, Harry stopped in front of the carriages, and realized that he had taken too long. Ron and Hermione had gone ahead with Neville and Luna, taking a carriage. There were only a few left. Harry searched for familiar faces… and found three of them.
Jogging over, Harry asked, “Hey, is there space for one more?”
Hermione’s roommates Parvati Patil and Lavender brown looked at him, along with Parvati’s identical twin Padma. The three of them had just found a carriage of their own. None of them answered immediately, instead looking Harry from head to toe.
“Harry, you look…” Parvati started.
“Delicious,” Lavender finished for her.
The blond had a sinful figure, with breasts about as large as the ones Hermione had grown into. Unlike Harry’s best friend, though, shame was an emotion he was quite sure Lavender had never once felt. She was hot. She knew it. And she had no problem with earnestly chasing what she wanted.
“We’ve ALWAYS got an open seat for a boy like you,” Lavender told him, grinning with perfect white teeth. Her eyes went from Harry, to the carriage door, then back.
Taking the hint, Harry opened the door. He stepped up first, then lowered his hand, helping the girls into the carriage one by one. Lavender purposefully brushed him as she entered, rubbing her bust against his shoulder. Parvati looked thoroughly embarrassed as she climbed in, although Harry couldn’t tell if that was because of Lavender’s actions or because of the feeling of Harry’s hand. Padma came last.
The twin from Ravenclaw was interesting to Harry. She looked identical to Parvati, except that her expression was always less expressive, with an almost perfect poker face. The only exception Harry could remember was the Yule Ball, when Ron’s treatment of her made a scowl form.
Not that Harry had any grounds to be criticizing his best friend. He’d been just as much of a prat toward Parvati when she was his own date. Thankfully the exotic witch had forgiven him, even becoming a key member of the DA along with the other two in the carriage.
“Say,” Parvati said, “are you going to be doing lessons again?”
It was like she read his thoughts. Blinking through a sudden sense of deja vu, he admitted, “I hadn't been thinking of it.”
Her face fell, but he quickly added, “Susan already asked about it, though. I’m not exactly opposed to it… People seem to be interested.”
Parvati instantly smiled, and Harry wondered again at how much more people seemed to value his lessons than he had realized.
“That would be great!” Parvati said. “I’m sick of it. Of that feeling like I don’t know how to protect myself, even though I’m a witch too! You helped us feel like we were fixing that, for the very first time!”
“Yes, I’d love more lessons from you,” Lavender purred. “Especially now.”
The buxom blond had taken the seat beside Harry, sitting suggestively close. Harry’s eyebrows rose as she touched the back of his hand with her pointer finger, letting her nail slide softly along his veins.
At one point Harry would've blushed, turned his head away, and tried to distract himself. But he changed over the summer, mentally as much as physically. After surviving the flirting of someone like Fleur, it was hard to be intimidated by Lavender.
So Harry leaned in, directly into Lavender’s personal space.
“Why,” he asked, “do I get the feeling that you are talking about an entirely different kind of lesson?”
Lavender was so surprised that she blushed, although she was not speechless for long. “I wonder,” she said.
She leaned forward herself, so close that their noses were almost touching, pressing her bust onto his arm. Through her robes, Harry felt something stiff poking him at the tip.
If a voice didn’t clear their throat, he might have grabbed Lavender right then and there, turning the flirting into a proper shag.
“What classes are you looking forward to most?” Parvati asked pointedly.
Lavender pulled away from Harry, reluctantly, but not before shooting him another wink. Talk turned to ordinary things, just to pass the time. Soon they reached the castle, students funnelling out.
“Oh, dear,” Lavender said as the twins exited, bending over her trunk. “Harry, can you help me with this?”
The only other one in the compartment, Harry was treated to a view of what the others couldn’t see. As she bent over her trunk, Lavender pulled her robes down, giving him a view of one swollen pink nipple, hinting what she REALLY needed help with.
“I’m sure I could lend a hand or two,” he said.
Lavender giggled. “You two can go on ahead,” she told the twins. “We’ll be along shortly.”
Parvati and Padma exchanged knowing looks, then kept walking.
“Have fun,” Parvati called over her shoulder, sounding resigned.
Harry shut the carriage door again. A moment later he had been pushed against it, pants pulled below his knees. Lavender pried the top of her robes open impossibly fast, letting them fall down to her waist, revealing those bountiful breasts of hers. The hardening of Harry’s cock sped up rapidly, growing to its enormous size.
Lavender gaped at the sheer size of him, and, unable to hold back, Harry grabbed her head and shoved her down. He plunged down into her throat, discovering no gag reflex to get in the way. There were plenty of rumors about the blond, and it seemed at least a couple of them were correct.
Lavender braced her hands on his muscular thighs, making sultry eye contact while her head was forced to bob. Harry’s fingers mixed into her curly hair. He grunted at the sensation, then hurled his head back as he felt her tongue begin to work.
Even though his hands were propelling her, Lavender still found a way to use her tricks. She’d unlatched her jaw as wide as any of the girls Harry had been with so far, and she was using her tongue to caress him, even as he slammed himself deep into her throat. Her huge, soft breasts pushed against his thighs, so large and delicate. Lavender’s hands trapped his balls, caressing them with a series of sensual flicks.
A ring of her bright lipstick was forming at the very base of Harry’s shaft, growing brighter every time Lavender was shoved to his base. Her eyes weren’t watering even slightly, despite how brutally Harry was using her throat, keeping her eyeliner in perfect condition. Harry’s whole body shuddered as he felt himself growing close.
He let go of her head as he came, instead smacking his palms flat against the door on either side of him, eyes shut from the pleasure. To his surprise, Lavender didn’t use her freedom to pull away. Instead she remained glued to his crotch, her lips suctioned and her cheeks hollowed, allowing every last drop of his semen to enter her throat directly. When she pulled back, she made sure to leave trails of lipstick along his shaft, all the way up to the head of his cock.
Lavender giggled, still looking up at him from her knees.
“When you wash that off later, I want you to remember where it came from,” she told him. “Think of it like an appointment notice… for when you’ll be claiming the full package.”
When, not if. Lavender rose, beginning to fix her robes so that they wouldn’t be too late to the feast. Before she could finish, Harry’s hand shot out.
He grabbed her right teat, squeezing it with his considerable strength, making Lavender moan and her knees buckle.
When he finally released his grip, bright red finger marks had been left on her sensitive skin.
“There’s your reminder,” he said. “For just what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
He left the carriage first, after helping Lavender collect her things, hurrying to reach the feast on time.
