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Growth Spurt Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2025-01-01 20:07:08 +0000 UTCTonks’s visits didn’t stop for the rest of the summer. Sometimes she appeared in another girl's form, like she had with Cho, but by the end she was always semi-conscious with her real appearance back, just like on the first night. Harry never saw reason to complain. In fact, he couldn’t recall a break from school ever being so fun. He was almost disappointed when Dumbledore finally arrived to bring him to the Burrow.
It wasn’t safe with Voldemort still on the loose. Around other wizards, Harry would be protected as he prepared for the school year. The aged headmaster even paused during the errand of grabbing him to reprimand the Dursleys for their treatment of him.
Harry supposed it was a decent gesture, although it came off hollow from the person who placed him in their household in the first place.
He had not yet forgiven the headmaster for what happened the year before. He knew the ministry was pressuring the man, but the things Umbridge got away with were crossing multiple lines. It had been Harry and his friends who stopped her in the end. Dumbledore had let her act, and in the midst of all his plots and winding plans, Harry’s Godfather lost his life, taking away Harry’s last chance at a normal life with him.
That was why Tonks approached him. She confessed as much in his bedroom one night, with silencing charms up after he was finished rocking her world.
It was the reason she first snuck into his room, but not the reason she kept coming back. No boyfriend she’d ever had could treat her the way Harry could, despite having years of experience over him. She confessed as much to Harry. Apparently he was as much a natural in bed as he was on a broom. He might have gotten both from his father, from the stories he’d heard.
Returning to the present moment, Dumbledore sidelong apparated him straight to the Burrow from Number 4’s front lawn, likely giving the Dursleys inside a heart attack. Making the trip so instantly and effortlessly reminded Harry how much he wanted to learn that skill.
When they arrived, Dumbledore patted his back.
“Go on in now, Harry my boy,” he said. “I’ve got to get back. I’m ever so busy these days, and I fear I’d only get in the way of a reunion like this.”
Seeing no reason to say no, Harry bid goodbye to the headmaster and walked toward the Burrow. Just before he reached it, the man’s voice stopped him.
“Harry,” he said softly, “When you face unexpected offers, just remember to always follow your heart.”
Harry looked back at him. “What do you mean, professor?”
“Exactly what I’ve said,” Dumbledore said cheerfully. “Be true to yourself. That’s all.”
The man disappeared on the spot with the cracking sound of a successful Apparition. Before Harry could think any more about it, somebody hurled the door open behind him.
A girlish squeal hit his ears as arms wrapped around his neck. A body landed on his back straight after… including two very noticeable breasts pressing into his muscular back through his shirt.
They were a far cry off Tonks, but that wasn’t saying much. After all, the Metamorphmagus cheated. What stuck out to Harry was that he recognized the voice, but didn’t remember breasts like these on the owner.
Sure enough, when he managed to weasel around and pry the hugger off him with a grip on her hips, he found himself staring into the freckled and cute girl-next-door-esque face of his best mate’s sister.
“I missed you,” Ginny said, giggling. “Didn’t you miss me too?”
It took Harry a moment to answer. Ginny had always been cute, but now her face was about the only thing he recognized. She’d grown up at least as much as he had, only instead of getting taller she just filled out, sprouting those nice breasts and picking up a lovely hourglass figure.
Harry collected himself before she could notice the pause, smirking at her.
“I missed Ginny, sure,” he said. “Where is she? Have you seen her? Because the person in front of me looks like someone different… an older cousin, maybe?”
For some reason, at his quip, Ginny’s entire face lit up.
“Are you saying you see me as a woman now?” she said.
But, before Harry could even think about answering, she was bundled out of the way by her brother.
“Harry!” Ron greeted, earning a positively nasty glare off of his sister as he knocked her out of Harry’s grip. “How’ve you been mate?”
For once, Harry was being totally genuine when he said, “Pretty damn good.”
They clapped each other on the shoulders. And this time, unlike last summer, their heights were almost even, meaning Harry didn’t have to reach up at all.
Now that the two most eager occupants had gotten to him, Harry was able to actually work his way inside the Burrow. Fred and George were living out of the house these days, with their shop in Diagon Alley and all. Percy Weasley hadn’t just moved out, but had managed to fall out with the whole family in the process. Charlie was off in Romania, but to Harry’s surprise, Bill was staying in the Burrow.
“I’ve got a job with Gringotts,” he explained as he shook Harry’s hand. “Curse-Breaking. Figured I might as well stay at home while I was in the country.”
That was only a slight surprise. The real one was that Bill wasn’t staying there alone.
“You’ve met,” he said, “but I’ll introduce you again. Harry, this is Fleur Delacour. My fiance.”
A bombshell blond in robes twice as nice as what the Weasleys wore extended her hand.
“How do you do?” she asked in much better english than Harry remembered her speaking. “Surprised? I have been practicing much this past year.”
She held out her hand. Harry almost shook it, before noticing the palm was turned toward the ground.
Harry bent forward and kissed it, looking up at the quarter-veela along the length of her pale arm. Her face was perfect in every way, and beneath her showy robes were hints of a figure that put even Tonks’s to shame.
“Good to see you again,” Harry said, straightening after he pulled his lips off of her knuckle.
Ginny cleared her throat loudly, like she was coughing. For some reason, Fleur scowled. Before Harry could ask the French girl about her work and how she came to be staying here, Ginny grabbed him by the hand, pulling him away.
“Come on,” she said assertively when he looked over, “you have one more greeting to give. And you’ll have to go to her, because she’s hiding.”
The Burrow was cramped with so many people inside it, which was basically how it always was considering the way Weasleys created kids. Ginny pulled him to the opposite side of the room, around a mess of bodies, revealing someone hiding out in the corner. When she saw him, she squeaked and blushed, confirming to Harry that she really had been trying to hide.
Which kind of hurt, because Harry considered her one of his two best friends.
“Hermione!” he said, pushing down any feelings about her dodging him and assuming she had a good reason.
He held his arms out wide, because Hermione was a hugger. She always had been, from the time he first met her in their first year. This time, though, she hesitated.
“Hey, Harry,” she said.
She was leaning forward slightly, and although she often wore muggle clothes, this time she was in particularly loose robes. Ginny smirked.
“Come on, Hermione,” said the youngest Weasley. “Go on and give him his hug!”
Ginny pushed her into Harry’s arms. Hermione yelped. Harry brought his arms around her on reflex, but the moment he squeezed her, something enveloped his chest.
Something very large and very soft was pressing into his muscles. It was like his experience with Ginny, but multiple times more intense.
While he was stunned from the sensation, Hermione struggled free from his arms.
“Good to see you Harry,” she said very quickly, and then darted away.
He looked at her overly-loose robes again. He pondered the sensation he’d just felt. It was almost like…
Harry put his suspicions out of his mind. There just wasn’t a need to focus on them, when he was sure he’d find out soon enough with how much time they spent together. From the way she was smirking, Ginny knew exactly what was going on, but getting her to spill it would only be more trouble than it was worth.
“I’ve been working on my flying all summer,” Ginny said suddenly. “Ron has too, but you wouldn’t know it. Think you can still beat me in a race?”
Harry smiled even as he shook his head.
“Oh, foolish girl,” he said in his best imitation of Voldemort’s raspy voice. “You have no idea who you’re challenging.”
The day was fun enough to distract him from how much he would miss Tonks’s nightly visits. His taunt to Ginny turned out to be true; he was still a much better flier than her. By the time they and Ron were done playing around on brooms, it was dinner time, and Mrs. Weasley cooked up one of her trademark meals, the kind that buried the entire table when all the food was done.
In addition to the usuals, there were a few French dishes from Fleur. Harry noticed that whenever someone complimented one of those, both Molly and Ginny would scowl. Fleur herself didn’t hold back from criticizing Molly’s dishes. Whenever she did every Weasley, even her fiance, would grow a sour look. Multiple times throughout dinner Ginny developed a sudden and inexplicable cough, hacking out a syllable that sounded suspiciously on the border between “phlegm” and “Fleur”.
The tensions felt minor, though, for a boy coming from living with the Dursleys for months. Dinner was delicious, and Harry said as much loudly, about the dishes both women prepared. After dinner they all gathered in the living room and just talked, Bill sharing work stories while Ginny and Ron filled Harry in on the latest Quidditch scores he had missed.
He was almost as happy as could be by the time he was going to bed. For once he even had a room to himself, now that the twins had moved out. Really the only thing that could’ve made it better was having Tonks for company. He hadn’t realized until now how much he’d grown accustomed to her visits.
Just as he was stripped down to his boxers and settling down in bed, there came a sudden and urgent knock at his door.
Curious, Harry rose. It was quite late.
He opened the door and immediately felt his boxers tighten.
Standing there in the hallway, leaning one hand on the frame of his door, was Ginny Weasley: completely naked.
Harry found out three things about Ginny Weasley right then. First off, the carpet definitely matched the drapes. Second, her freckles weren’t limited to her face, but extended down across most of her pale torso. And third, although he had already known this to some extent, Gryffindor was definitely the right house for her. To stand stark naked in full sight inside a house full to bursting with overprotective brothers took as much courage as facing a dragon.
Harry figured he was allowed to make that claim, considering he’d stolen an egg from a mother dragon just two years ago.
“What do you think?” Ginny asked. “Do I still look like a woman to you?”
Ron would undoubtedly blow a blood vessel if he ever caught wind of something like this. But as much as Harry respected his friend that was nearly an adoptive brother, he was still a healthy young man.
“A whole lot of one,” Harry admitted.
“Then invite me inside already!” Ginny said. “If anyone catches me, we’re both done for!”
Harry stepped inside. Ginny rushed past him, her nerves finally fraying. Only when Harry had the door shut and locked with a charm did she relax, standing in the middle of the room.
She looked excited, but also a bit lost. Harry realized she had probably never done something like this before. The recognition that he was actually the more experienced one for once made something come over him.
He approached Ginny confidently. “Alright then, time to see how much of a woman you are for myself.”
While Ginny stood there nude, he leaned right into her chest, positioning his face directly next to her perky globes.
He was close enough for her to feel his breath. He watched goosebumps break out over her body. Without warning, he jutted his chin forward and bit an appetizing areola.
Ginny moaned loudly as her whole body tensed. Harry, who’d brought his wand to the door, cast a quick silencing charm Tonks taught him and tossed his wand aside.
He moved behind Ginny with one swift step. While back there he unashamedly groped her perky backside, feeling its muscular yet soft shape. He reached back and delivered a quick slap. Ginny yelped, a spot on her ass going as red as her hair.
“Good jiggle,” Harry said approvingly.
He grabbed her face by the chin, turning it abruptly sideways so that it was facing him, and kissing her right on the lips.
His other hand slid around to her slit while this was happening. His fingers plunged up into her. Ginny moaned onto his tongue.
Harry found her clit immediately. He pinched and stimulated it without hesitation, driving Ginny into a frenzy. She came almost immediately, all over his hand.
Harry pulled his hand away and dragged his lips from hers. “Already?”
“I want you soooo bad,” Ginny groaned huskily.
Her entire body was trembling in anticipation to feel his. She looked likely to faint and collapse if she didn’t get what she wanted soon. Harry decided not to waste time; she was certainly wet enough, his fingers could attest to that, and he himself had just been feeling slightly blue-balled not long ago.
Harry led Ginny to the bed by her hand. She followed him obediently. He picked her up princess-style when they got there, which nearly made her come again based on the look on her face. Harry dropped her onto the bed on her back, kicking off his boxers before he joined her.
Ginny stared at his penis looming above her stomach while Harry kneeled between her legs, getting himself positioned.
“Are all of them that big?” she asked.
Harry laughed. “From what people have told me… almost none are like this.”
“Even better,” Ginny moaned huskily.
It occurred to Harry that she’d been dreaming of some version of this for years and years. She’d always idolized the Boy Who Lived. When he saved her life in her first year they became true friends… but she must’ve always hoped it would come to something like this.
Harry lined himself up with her tight slit and pushed his way in. Following a hunch, his first thrust was extremely slow.
Sure enough, he felt a distinct pop as he filled her vagina. A tiny bit of blood dribbled out as her hymen snapped.
“You’re a virgin,” Harry said.
It didn’t surprise him, but because he hadn’t experienced this before with a girl, he still felt the need to point it out.
Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Keep going,” she begged. “I can take it.”
Harry did, but all the same he kept his movements slow for a while. He watched Ginny’s winces shrink as the seconds ticked on, until they disappeared entirely.
“Were you saving yourself for me?” he asked, half joking.
“Yes!” Ginny all but screamed. She jerked her head up, kissing him, before dropping back on the pillow and returning to moaning. “I've wanted you since I was a little girl. I always wanted the Boy Who Lived. But it was Harry Potter who saved me when I thought I would die. It was you, the boy who’s friends with my brother and hates potions essays and gets excited about new brooms. I want to be yours, Harry Goddamn Potter, whatever it takes!”
Harry’s hips crashed down against hers. The twins’ old bed groaned under the assault of his strong downward thrusts. Ginny’s much smaller body buckled. But she took everything he could dish out with reckless, lustful abandon.
Harry kissed her with her head still on the pillow. He kissed her roughly and fiercely, informing that her dream was coming true. For tonight, at the very minimum, she was Harry Potter’s, well and truly.
His hands got a good hold on her trim thighs. Her legs had been sticking straight up in the air as he rammed her with his cock, but now Harry pressed them forward, pinning her and folding her nearly in half. In the new position, he repeatedly slammed against her womb, feeling Ginny’s tight virgin walls squeeze against him. While she didn’t have Tonks’s magical body, her young body was utterly honest about its devotion to him. Ginny screamed her pleasure into his mouth, wailing so loudly they might’ve woken the whole house if not for the charm he cast at the start.
With one final, guillotine-like thrust, Harry felt him hit his climax. Assuming a family like the Weasleys both couldn’t afford and wouldn’t buy contraceptive potions for their daughter, for fear of what it would represent, he tried to pull out.
Ginny’s legs broke free of his grip in a flash, wrapping around his backside and trapping him deep inside her. Before Harry could push himself free, he was coming all over her insides, seeding her womb.
“Merlin,” Harry cursed, “no wonder this family always has so many kids. Weasley women are crazy!”
At the feeling of his seed flooding her, Ginny had climaxed again, her whole body shivering. She giggled.
“Breed me moreeeee,” she groaned.
“Like you have to ask,” Harry said, straightening and readying to switch positions. “I’m onto your tricks, though. Don’t think I’m ready to be a father just yet.”
Ginny only continued giggling, as if she were daring him to try and find out.
