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Growth Spurt Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2025-01-01 20:09:44 +0000 UTC“Well,” Harry announced, standing on the steps of Gringotts. “That was more eventful than expected.”
Standing next to him, Hermione blushed. She pulled the sides of her new robes, looking a bit uncomfortable by how nice they were. That, or it was the way they hugged her figure that was bothering her. Despite Harry’s efforts to the contrary, she was clearly still not used to the new changes to her body.
“Come on,” Harry grabbed her by the hand, leading her down the steps, which only made her blush harder. “Let’s find the others again.”
As they walked through Diagon Alley, just the two of them, they had the street almost to themselves. Everyone else seemed desperate just to duck between stores. It gave them a bit of privacy, even though they were in the middle of public.
“I didn’t picture it like that, but I’ve wanted you for a long time,” Hermione admitted quietly.
“I never noticed,” Harry said honestly.
“Ever since the troll,” she admitted. “When you wrote to me over summer, telling me how much you changed in all that detail… it was exciting.”
She wasn’t used to talking about these kinds of things. Harry could hear it in her voice. But she must’ve really wanted to get this off her chest, because she was telling him now, in the middle of (an admittedly pretty empty) Diagon Alley.
“I imagine it would’ve been,” Harry said. “If you’d told me about those things you’re walking around with on your ches… I might’ve had to do this sooner.”
Hermione blushed. “Like you did with Ginny?”
She said it teasingly, without any real heat.
“You know about that?” Harry asked.
“We stay in the same room, Harry,” Hermione said. “I know she’s been sneaking out in the middle of the night. Not to mention sneaking back with her legs half working. It doesn’t take a genius to put it together.”
“And here I thought we were being so sneaky,” Harry said.
“Well, the Weasleys haven’t noticed,” Hermione said. “Fleur probably did. She was in the room too, at least at first.”
It occurred to Harry for the first time that perhaps Fleur hadn’t been oblivious to his activities before their rendezvous in the forest. Maybe she even noticed Luna in the bathroom…
It wasn’t like it really mattered. He’d just have to ask when he saw the French witch next. He needed to write to her, anyway. His eyes dipped to the pouch on his side, stuffed with Black Family treasures from their high security vault. Fleur worked as a Curse Breaker for Gringotts. It might not be a bad idea to get her help when he inspected the spoils. She was certain to know more than he did, including anything that might be dangerous.
Was he just looking for an excuse to visit the part veela? Yes. But at least he had a pretty good reason at the same time.
Hermione and Harry passed the hollowed out remains of Florean Fortescue’s old shop. There were boards over the windows, and thick beams of wood crossed in an X formation over the door. On one of the broad boards stuck to the window, someone had pasted posters.
They featured wizarding photographs of an older man, although he hardly took advantage of his ability to move. He had strong features and hard eyes. He looked intently at every passing person, his long graying hair fluttering a bit in an invisible breeze.
MINISTER SCRIMGEOUR NEEDS YOU! was written in big bold letters across the top, followed below by instructions on how to call the Aurors in case of emergency.
“Scrimgeour, huh?” Harry muttered.
He and the Ministry got along only a bit better than him and Voldemort. They refused to take him seriously for so long, even while the people they were supposed to protect began dying. It was only at the beginning of this summer that they were finally forced to admit he was right. The closest they came to an apology was tossing out Fudge, replacing him with the man looking sternly at Harry in two dimensions.
He didn’t know the first thing about this man, just that he certainly LOOKED like he was better suited to war than the portly Fudge. Harry turned away from the poster and the empty shop it was pasted against, trying to ignore the pang in his heart as he remembered Florean helping him with homework over the summer years ago, when Harry stayed at the Alley for a few weeks. He hoped the man was alright wherever he was.
He and Hermione’s new clothes got some shocked looks and comments from the Weasleys when they finally found them, deep inside the main potions shop. Despite the surprise, they all settled into school shopping quickly, finishing the tasks with as much speed as possible, before hastily returning to the Burrow.
It was sad, Harry thought again, that being home was the only place you could feel safe in what the wizarding world had come to.
Which didn’t stop the cynical part of his brain from asking, how long would even homes feel safe?
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“Dear Harry,” he read aloud, “I have gotten a room at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade for the time being. The accommodations are not perfect, but they are more than adequate for one… or even for two. I got your letter about your inheritance from Sirius. I would be more than happy to help you go over those things, and sort out what may be useful. Be prepared, however, for there will be a steep price for my aid. P.S. I am not talking about Knuts, Sickles, or even Galleons. Love, Fleur.”
With a wet slurping noise, Ginny pulled her head off his erect cock, frowning her parted lips.
“Do you have to read that now?” she asked when her mouth was free.
Harry chuckled. “Why? Does it get you worked up?”
“I don’t understand how she’s being such an unrepentant flirt!” Ginny complained. “It just goes to show she never cared about Bill in the first place! She goes around, hurling herself at any average wizard…”
“Am I an average wizard?” Harry asked.
Ginny’s eyes widened as she realized what she implied. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could speak Harry grabbed her head, slamming it down. His huge cock shoved right into her open mouth, hitting the back of her throat in an instant.
They were on his bed at the Burrow again. It was the middle of the day, but they had both slipped away, too eager to wait until nighttime. A locking charm on the door and a silencing charm were back in place, keeping their fun private.
Harry’s meaty paws pulled Ginny’s head along his length, forcing her to bob at a merciless pace. He was laying flat on his back, while Ginny was kneeling between his legs. The redhead placed her hands on his thighs to keep her balance now, gagging loudly and spewing copious amounts of saliva as he freely used her mouth.
The sensation was fantastic, and Harry rapidly hit his climax, cumming into Ginny’s throat.
He let go of her head as he orgasmed, relaxing his hands. Making eye contact, Ginny made sure he noticed the way she kept her lips around his cock, only sliding off after a few seconds. Forced to adopt it or not, she enjoyed the position.
Really, reading Fleur’s letter had been a stroke of genius if Harry didn’t say so himself. Any mention of the blond inflamed Ginny’s competitive spirit in an instant. She couldn’t help but try to outdo her, letting Harry reap the benefits of a very beautiful and very motivated young witch.
Both of them jumped when the door to the room creaked open. Harry cursed, reaching for his wand but finding it out of reach, while Ginny hastily tried to cover her perky tits with her hands.
“Oh, relax, you two.” Her wand raised after undo the charm on the door, Hermione slipped inside, shutting the door behind her. “I’m not a Weasley here to ruin your fun.”
“Hey Hermione!” Harry greeted, relaxing and waving to her, laying there with his erect cock still sticking straight up, slick all over with Ginny’s slobber.
Hermione rolled her eyes at his lack of shame. “When I noticed the two of you were missing, I had a suspicion I’d find you here.”
Without another word, she pulled her robes open and dropped them, revealing her naked body, curly brown muff and huge tits and all.
Ginny gaped. “You knew?” she asked.
“Harry told me,” Hermione admitted. “Our Gringotts trip didn’t go as expected, and, well… it ended with him banging my brains out. But I knew before that.” She gave Ginny a look. “We share a room, you know. You weren’t subtle limping back in the middle of the night. I think you might’ve even leaked a bit of Harry on the floor.”
While Ginny processed that, Hermione joined them on the bed. The closer she got the more visible her nerves became. She’d done a good job appearing entirely confident, but she still wasn’t used to this. Either sex, or the sinful curves she’d grown into.
Before she could get cold feet, Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed.
She landed across his broad chest, huge breasts pressing onto his stiff muscles. He grabbed her soft ass cheeks with both hands, sliding her over until she was in the right position. He bent his knees and planted his feet on the bed, then thrusted up into Hermione’s core.
She screamed as he filled her, and a moment later, Ginny was yelling too.
“No fair!” complained the redhead. “Why does she get to go first? I’m the one who got you ready!”
Then, as if to show her annoyance, she shoved her face between the asscheeks Harry’s hands were pulling apart, attacking Hermione with her tongue.
“Ginny!” Hermione exclaimed.
She looked shocked, but her panic melted quickly as the sensation overwhelmed her. Harry sat up, biting into her luscious chest. Attacked from so many angles, Hermione’s usually quiet voice shrieked and screamed. Harry pulled on her chest, reshaping her tits, while his cock plowed into her incredibly hard. Ginny’s gentle tongue was a contrast to his roughness. Hermione was cumming in seconds, and she orgasmed over and over as the two attacked her.
Harry’s balls contracted. He felt himself cumming, pulling out just in time. Ginny sensed it too. She pulled her tongue out of her friend, plunging her gullet onto Harry’s cock again to swallow his second load the same way she had his first. Hermione collapsed against Harry’s chest while Ginny dutifully gulped down his sticking semen.
“Merlin, Ginny,” Harry exclaimed.
“Have I earned my turn?” she asked eagerly.
In response, Harry rolled out from under Hermione, letting the brunette lie flat on the bed. He grabbed Ginny by the nape, pressing her face into the mattress. Bending her over, he positioned himself behind her, pinning her arms to her back a moment later. He thrusted down into her pussy, left vulnerable by her arching back.
“This is the way I fucked Fleur,” he told her.
“Don’t talk about her right now!” Ginny wailed, squirming.
Harry continued pounding her from behind, ramming her cute athletic ass. “Make me stop, then. Wring me dry until I can’t talk.”
Hermione was fingering herself with both hands as she watched them, taking advantage of her sopping snatch to push herself into even more orgasms. Ginny flexed her back, arching as far as her flexible body would go, just begging Harry to ruin her.
He fucked her as long as he could at a rapid pace, filling her insides completely. And when he hit his limit, he pulled out, having carefully chosen a position where Ginny couldn’t trap him into cumming inside her.
His third load, built up over the entire affair, was somehow the largest yet. He spewed out wad after wad, painting Ginny’s back before turning sideways, gushing all over Hermione’s stomach and tits. The brunette came from the feeling of him splattering on her, spraying the sheets with clear fluid.
Breathing hard, Harry surveyed the bed around him.
“The next time you sneak into my room, you’re bringing her,” he said, looking at Hermione lay there half conscious with her sexy body bared.
“Agreed,” Ginny moaned into the bed.
To reward her for the correct answer, Harry gave her ass a good smack.
