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Growth Spurt Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2025-01-01 20:10:28 +0000 UTCIt took an incredible amount of convincing, and more than a little wheeling and dealing, before Harry got the Weasleys to allow him to visit Hogsmeade before the school year began.
In the end, it was a well timed letter from Tonks that made it happen. The Auror said she would take him the next time she had a day off. Those were… depressingly rare for Aurors these days, but eventually a Saturday rolled around just days before the Hogwarts Express would be making its journey and Tonks appeared at the Burrow.
“Wotcher!” she greeted, waving from the front step in a set of casual robes, her hair turned to its usual shade of bubblegum pink. “Nice to see all of you!”
The Weasleys that were present each said hi, and Mrs. Weasley invited Tonks in for a meal, but the Metamorphmagus waved her off.
“I’ll just grab Harry and run,” she said. “I’m supposed to have the whole day free, but the way things have been going I wouldn’t put it past the office to make an emergency call. The faster we get this finished the better.”
So Harry strapped on the sack he’d taken from the vault, making sure it had everything important inside, and strode out to join the pink haired beauty. She slid her arm over his shoulder, preparing to Apparate.
“Be honest,” Harry muttered to her right before they Disapparated, “you just want to get me alone quicker.”
“I really could be called in!” Tonks protested. “And there is NO way I’m letting that happen before I’ve gotten mine.”
Oblivious to their conversation, the Weasleys and Hermione waved goodbye. Well, most of them were oblivious. From the way she was smirking, Harry suspected that Ginny had an inkling he and Tonks were a bit closer than acquaintances.
They disappeared, experiencing the trademark sensation of Apparition, and reappeared outside a small pub with a loud bang.
“Say,” Harry said when he had caught his breath from the uncomfortable sensation of near instant travel. “How hard is it to learn how to do that?”
“Apparating?” Tonks frowned. “It’s a bit of work, I won’t lie. Takes some practicing. And of course you want the person to know how to fix a Splinching. These days, unless it's life threatening, St. Mungos doesn’t even have the time to see you.”
Harry frowned, resolving to find a teacher for this. It was too useful a skill not to know how to use. The ability to escape that quickly might well save his life in the future… or, on the opposite side of things, let him catch Death Eaters off guard.
He’d been hoping to ask Tonks, but there was no way she could make enough time for something like that. He’d just have to keep an eye out.
They entered the Three Broomsticks. It was always quieter when school wasn’t in session, but now, they were nearly the only people inside. A few portly wizards sat at the bar, downing alcohol and an unhealthy rate. Everyone else seemed resolved to stay home. Harry thought that seemed like the better way of coping, but who was he to judge.
Rosmerta recognized them. She was an extremely attractive older witch, with such a great face that she’d extended her physical prime well past what you would’ve expected to be possible. Her face was serious, but when she saw Tonks and Harry she managed a smile.
“Upstairs,” she said. “Third door down. She’s expecting you.”
Harry smiled and nodded, even flicking her a sickle from his pocket. Business was slow enough that he thought she’d appreciate it.
He and Tonks climbed the stairs and found the right door.
“So Harry,” Tonks said. “Who exactly are we visiting here? And what do you think the chances are of them dipping out and loaning us their room for, I don’t know, two hours?”
“A Curse Breaker,” Harry said. “And the chances of that are very low. But don’t worry—”
Before he could finish, Fleur heard their voices and opened the door.
She had just taken a shower. Her platinum hair was still stick with moisture, not even hit with a drying charm yet, but it only made her look sultry instead of bedraggled. She wore just a bath towel, although it was more secure than it had any right to be, wedged tightly on her abundant cleavage. Her towel only reached halfway down her thighs, leaving the few inches above her knees and everything beneath completely bare, clean skin glistening blindingly.
“Welcome,” Fleur purred.
Tonks gaped at her. She looked at Harry, then back at Fleur. She repeated this a few more times.
Finally, she asked Harry, “What have you been up to?”
“Putting that wonderful body of his to use,” Fleur said. “I am Fleur Delacour. And you are?”
“Er, Tonks. Just Tonks. Do you know you’re quite undressed?”
“Oui,” Fleur said. “Do you like what you see?”
She gestured at her body with her hands.
“Yes,” Tonks said instantly, before gulping. “I mean… Just making sure you knew! Let’s get to work!”
She marched past Fleur, hurrying out of embarrassment. Fleur stepped aside when she passed, looking down to watch Tonks’s backside shake.
“You picked an appetizing bodyguard,” she told Harry.
He snorted, following Tonks inside. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Their arrival and the appearance of their host was so flashy that Harry forgot for a moment what they were there for. But he had worked too hard making this visit happen to forget the primary purpose.
Well, maybe the secondary purpose, if he were being honest. But a purpose nonetheless.
Fleur’s usefulness showed itself even before Harry expected. When he pulled the pouch he was using off of his hip, she promptly proclaimed it “Mokeskin.”
“A rare type of object,” she said. “Larger on the inside. None but the owner can draw out its contents. Sometimes, they come with a nasty curse for any who try. I have had to undo a few of those.”
Blinking, Harry thanked her and proceeded to draw out the items he actually came to ask her about.
Fleur’s room was quite large and well stocked. She had a dresser taller than him, which she still found a way to complain about being too small within the first few minutes. She had a basic but comfortable bed, which she sat down on the foot of. Harry sat on the floor to pull out and pile the different items more easily, while Tonks settled into an armchair. At no point did Fleur make a move to put on more clothes.
There were some items that even Fleur could not explain, like a vial with a murky solution. It was some kind of a potion, but as that was not her strength, she told Harry to return it to the pouch.
Similarly, a small bag filled with the bones of some creature was also in there. They were small bones, hardly bigger than a squirrel, but Harry didn’t expect it to be simple pet remains. There was something distinctly magical about them, he could sense it. Fleur agreed, but knew no more than he did.
For the rest of the things he’d brought, she turned out to be a fantastic help.
“Be careful with this,” Fleur said, waving her wand and levitating a dagger with a wicked sharp blade. “It is cursed in some way. Activated by blood, I think? It seems to be a foci, like any wand, but there is something extra to it. It seems powerful, but you may not like what comes after its use.”
Harry gulped, returning it to the bag. Fleur moved on, lifting a carved staff, just about long enough to reach Harry’s chest if he rested it on the floor.
“This ees not cursed,” Fleur proclaimed. “‘Owever, I do recognize it. Do you remember from the tournament, the way that Durmstang made their entrance?”
“Underwater pirate ship,” Harry said. It had been undeniably cool, enough that the answer was still there at the tip of his tongue.
“More specific,” Fleur said. “Something like… zis?”
She let the staff barely brush the floor. A loud bang sounded through the room, accompanied by sparks beneath the staff. Tonks jumped with a shout, grabbing her wand reflexively like the Auror that she was. She also tipped over in the process, falling over one arm of the armchair she had sat in, like the clutz she was. Her legs stuck straight up while she groaned, utterly embarrassed.
Looking away from the spectacle and back at Harry, Fleur said, “The students used these. They struck the floor with them, to intimidate the crowd. This is one, although it is older, has been modified to be much more potent.”
“What’s the point in it?” Harry asked.
“To look cool?” Fleur guessed. “Or, I suppose, as a hidden weapon. The sparks could be quite big. Of course, they would be as likely to hit the one who used it as anyone else.”
Finally, she moved on to the last of the items she could identify. This one, even Harry recognized right away. It was a pair of Omnioculars.
“You know what these are for?” Fleur asked.
“Looking at things that are far away,” said Harry.
“Then they would ‘ave already gotten you,” Fleur said gravely, though unable to completely keep down her jesting smile. “They are Omnioculars, but they are cursed. I cannot tell exactly what the curse may do, but from what I can see… Blindness? Not permanent, I do not think, but requiring treatment. There may be other effects depending on how the person tries to use them.”
Grumbling to herself about terrible impressions, Tonks had reached her feet again, brushing herself off.
“All this stuff seems totally pointless,” she said. “All it does is hurt the person who uses it.”
“Unless that IS the point,” said Harry. “Maybe these weren’t in the vault because of how useful they are, but so that nobody would find them.”
Only the Lord Black had access to the vault he’d raided. From Sirius’s stories, competition between heirs was fierce. It seemed completely possible for one or multiple of these cursed items to have been used on family members, either removing them from succession, or to keep them away from a title the plotter already possessed. Then, the Lord Black who did the crime could toss them deep in that vault, never to fall under anyone’s eyes until he was dead and gone.
He explained his idea, and Tonks pulled a face. “I can certainly see my family pulling something like that.”
Disappointed that they weren’t the immensely useful items Harry had privately hoped to find, he hid his disappointment by gathering the items and stowing them back in the Mokeskin Pouch. At least the pouch was truly valuable and didn’t come with any nasty drawbacks.
When he was done he looked up, collecting his thoughts, just in time to watch Fleur uncross her legs.
She was still wearing just a towel. And, with Harry sitting on the floor, his head was at the best height possible. He went from being able to see high up her thighs to being able to see MUCH more.
“Now that that is done,” Fleur said, “I suppose we will have to fill the time somehow. Do you have any suggestions?”
She smiled innocently. Tonks glanced between her and Harry.
“You know,” said the pink haired witch, “I basically had it figured out you two were like that, but Merlin Harry, you don’t mess around.”
“I take it you know what we are dealing with?” Fleur asked.
Tonks snorted. “You mean that huge hose of meat he calls a cock?”
Fleur nodded dutifully. “It is a formidable opponent. For the sake of bettering our chances, I propose that we toss aside our honor, and take it down with numbers.”
“Huh,” Tonks said. “I could get behind that.”
Changes swept over her in an instant. Fleur gasped as Tonks’s skin paled, her hair turning platinum and her chest growing. Soon a second Fleur was standing there in Tonks’s robes.
“If it can handle this,” Tonks said in a perfect mimicry of Fleur’s accent, “I don’t think there’s anything that could get the better of him.”
Unable to contain herself any longer, Fleur hurled herself at Harry.
Her towel flew off in the process. Her sinful body mashed against him while she kissed his face sloppily, her desperation showing. She pawed at his robes, trying desperately to get them off. Tonks hopped around, frantically trying to strip herself.
“Hold on!” exclaimed the Metamorphmagus. “Me too! Me too!”
It was quite a task for her, trying to get naked. After all, her body had grown out to a completely different size at the chest and ass, making squeezing out of her robes a real challenge.
Fleur was waiting for nobody. Her mouth slid down Harry, leaving a wet trail. She left marks on his neck, attacking him wholeheartedly. His cock was already pressing his robes into her thigh, erect at his first view of her pussy and only swelling more at the feeling of her body.
Standing abruptly, Harry walked over to the bed. Fleur never stopped kissing him, and as he walked she succeeded in getting his robes off. He dropped onto the bed in just his boxers, a naked Fleur still on top of him, while Tonks finally got her own robes off, hopping onto the bed with them.
The two identical Fleur’s shared a look. Then, pressing Harry back against the headboard, they got started.
Both of them planted kisses on his abs, sliding slowly lower. They took the corners of his boxers in their teeth, each biting one side, and slid further down his leds, pulling his underwear off perfectly in sync.
That was only the beginning of their tandem attack. They lapped at his huge cock as it stuck straight up, trailing their tongues along opposite sides. Even their tongues moved in the same ways. They slid circles around his lower head, brushing tongues in moments, before pressing their lips together around him, pouty lips kissing each other with his cock sandwiched in the middle.
If Ginny or Mrs. Weasley ever got wind of Fleur willingly snogging her sitting image, they would have ranted for hours about how they knew she loved herself a bit too much. But instead of commenting on this, Harry just groaned.
“How are you guys matching each other so well?” he asked. “You just met!”
The Fleur’s separated.
“I did a lot of people watching in Auror training,” admitted the copy. “I can get a read on mannerisms really fast. It makes my powers more useful.”
“Useful indeed,” purred the original. “Now, no more questions! We are at work, Harry.”
They returned to their blowjob, running their tongues all the way around his shaft, attacking him at different heights to keep from bumping heads. Periodically, they would snog again, trapping him between them. They even got hands involved, rubbing his sensitive skin where it was slick from the saliva dripping down his shaft.
When they both caressed his balls, taking one side each, Harry felt his sack contract instantly. They did too. While his cock pointed almost straight up, they looked toward the ceiling and opened their mouths. White rain fired up, then cascaded down on them, bedecking their bodies.
The Fleur’s looked at each other.
“Who goes first?” asked the original.
“You,” said the copy. “It will be better that way. Trust me.”
“Please. You do not have to sell me the idea.”
She climbed on top of Harry eagerly. She ran her hands through her hair, grinding her slit up his shaft as she raised herself to plunge down.
“Are you ready to feel a true veela touch,” she asked.
“Try me,” Harry said cockly.
Fleur dropped her hips in a spectacularly smooth motion. The sensation was incomparable to Ginny, who (despite practicing relentlessly on pillows) had little sexual experience to speak of.
It just came naturally to Fleur. Sex was in her blood, just like she said, and that included knowing how to undulate in the perfect way to milk a cock. Harry grunted, focusing his ironclad will on not cumming too fast. He reached up to squeeze Fleur’s tits.
Before he got close, another set of legs pressed his arms to the bed. Tonks was straddling his chest, pinning his arms, a pussy identical to the one Harry had seen from the floor hovering above his face.
“Bon appetit,” she said. “Get it? It’s theme appropriate because Fleur’s Fre-enchhhhhhhhh!”
Her dorky joke trailed off in a scream as Harry’s strong arms pushed straight past her legs, lifting her whole body to force their way where he wanted them. He grabbed her ass, fingers sinking inches deep in the soft skin. Using this grip, he pressed Tonks’s pussy down on his face, eating her out with fervor.
“Merlin!” Tonks exclaimed “Holy fuck you’re… really letting me have it!”
At the same time, the real Fleur’s cries took on a desperate lilt. Harry had begun thrusting up into her, disrupting the perfect flick of her hips but increasing the pace, pounding her with his huge size.
Both of the Fleur’s screamed at increasing volumes as they rode different parts of him. Carefully multitasking, Harry wondered which part of him felt better: his darting tongue or his thrusting cock.
Both was the answer, apparently. Just like their blowjob, the Fleur’s came in unison. Tonks screamed hurling her head back as she squirted across Harry’s face. Fleur promptly wrapped her arms around her counterpart, squeezing those huge tits and kissing Tonks while she was upside down. As Tonks’s body shook, she lost control of her transformation, body reverting quickly.
Fleur didn’t stop kissing her. It was at least twenty seconds before the French witch released her counterpart’s lips.
“You are so fuckable,” declared the veela. “Go on, Harry. She ‘as earned it.
His cock slipped from Fleur’s slick depths. He pushed himself up and rolled around, so that the dazed Tonks was the one against the headboard. He pressed her back tight to it, so that her bum wasn’t even brushing the mattress.
Folding her like a lawn chair, Harry slammed his length into her sopping pussy.
Already dazed, Tonks promptly screamed. Her girlish moans echoed through the room, accompanied by the bang of her backside being forced against the wooden headboard. Harry was so focused on fucking her that he didn’t even hear the bed squeak behind him.
Something delicate and moist touched his most sensitive spot. Harry gasped like Tonks as Fleur brought her tongue to his asshole, servicing him flawlessly even as his pelvis was a blur of motion.
It was an impossibly good contrast, the difference between Fleur’s delicate touch and Tonks’s poundable pussy. Rough and gentle at the same time, Harry never stood a chance. He seeded Tonks’s womb, spraying so much seed that it dripped from her onto the bed.
Sensing his climax, Fleur dragged her tongue out of him, poking her head around his hip.
“Tear me up just like that!” she demanded.
Ever the gentleman, Harry turned back at her, bending her into position while she giggled. It was going to be a long day, he could already tell, but the BEST kind.
