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Growth Spurt Chapter 53
🕑 Added 2025-03-23 03:23:23 +0000 UTCReading the headline on the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, Harry couldn’t help the smirk that spread on his features.
HARRY POTTER: THE MINISTRY’S NEW SECRET WEAPON!
The article itself was written by none other than Rita Skeeter. Harry had already read the entire thing. In stark contrast to her combative responses at the presence conference, Rita had experienced a “sudden” and “inexplicable” change of heart, instead writing the glowing piece in front of Harry. In it, she regaled readers with Harry’s gallant attitude, describing the ministry’s choice to bring him in as a genius move sure to tilt the flow of the war. She complimented Harry, praised Scrimgeour, and carefully followed the ministry’s guidelines without implying anything sinister was going on behind the scenes. That might seem like ordinary reporting, but by Rita’s standards this was unheard of.
There was a knock at Harry’s door, causing him to look up. “Come in!”
Minister Scrimgeour himself entered. The grizzled older man walked inside carrying a copy of the same Prophet issue that Harry had been reading from. He tossed it down on the table, looking at Harry.
“What did you do?” he asked.
His tone demanded an answer, but he wasn’t threatening per se, just a bit gruff.
“I won Rita over with my charms,” Harry said. “By the end of our meeting, she was willing to work very closely with me, and take my advice extremely seriously.”
“You have THE Rita Skeeter under your thumb?” Scrimgeour asked.
“I thought she might be helpful,” Harry said. “Sir.”
“You are aware,” Scrimgeour said, “that we brought you in to be a figurehead in the war. You’re here to boost morale and let the ministry fight this war with public support. You were not brought in to do things yourself, just to make life easier for those whose job it is to get things done.”
“I’m aware, sir,” Harry said without blinking.
Scrimgeour observed him carefully.
“Good work,” the minister said.
“Pardon?” Harry asked.
“You did well,” Scrimgeour repeated. “Very well. I don’t know how you tamed Skeeter, but she’s been a thorn in our side for far too long, and we've always failed to leash her properly. Ah, don’t tell me how you did it, either. It’s good to keep deniability in this business. Your contributions are being noted, even if they’re unexpected.”
The minister pulled something that wasn’t a newspaper from his coat. He dropped it in front of Harry, and when Harry picked it up, he discovered it was a long list of names.
“Available tutors for different subjects are listed on there,” Scrimgeour said. “Don’t worry about expenses, the Ministry will handle it. I’d recommend focusing on the topics that are most likely to keep you alive. You can study ancient runes easily in a time of peace, but during war, you’re better off focusing on defending yourself.”
“Of course sir,” Harry said, his eyes sliding down the list of names.
About halfway down, he saw one that he recognized, and a grin formed.
“What do I do when I know who I’d like to hire?” he asked.
“Just let Alicia know and she’ll set up the rest,” Scrimgeour said. “Before I forget, here, Harry.”
Scrimgeour pulled one final thing out of his jacket. It looked a little bit like a mirror, but it wasn’t one. Shadows moved through it. Scrimgeour set this one on the table delicately.
“It’s a Foe Glass,” he said.
“I’ve seen one before sir,” Harry admitted, recalling the device Crouch had when he was posing as Alastor Moody.
“So you’re familiar with it. Good,” said Scrimgeour. “You know how it works? Keep an eye on it. If those shadows get clearer, let Ministry personnel know. We can’t afford to lose you.”
The Minister left soon after. Harry poured over the list of names, most of which were unfamiliar. He picked out a handful that seemed the most promising, particularly in areas like defending against the dark arts and dueling. When he checked his list over, however, it was the first name he had recognized that excited him the most. He handed the list over to Alicia straight after breakfast.
LINE BREAK
Harry sat at the dining table in his Ministry room, his fingers steepled in front of his face. The lights had been dimmed slightly to make the space gloomy. Alicia stood behind him while a woman sat at the opposite side of the table in a nice dress suit.
Alicia bent down, whispering in Harry’s ear.
“You said this is an interview?” she said. “We didn’t do that for any of the other tutors.”
“Do you trust my judgement?” Harry asked her.
“Of course I do,” Alicia said.
Harry smiled. “Then sit back and watch.”
“May we begin?”
Harry turned his attention to the prospective tutor. “Of course… Ms. Delacour.”
Fleur giggled.
“Is there something funny, Ms. Delacour?”
“Of course not,” Fleur said. “Absolutely nothing, Monsieur Potter.”
“Call me sir if you want to be hired,” Harry said.
“Aren’t you supposed to be my student?” Fleur asked.
“I am,” Harry said. “But I’m also giving you work. That makes me your boss, even if you’re teaching me. Is that going to be a problem?”
Fleur stopped and thought about it. Working for Harry… SERVING Harry… Whatever she thought of, she quickly said, “Not at all!”
“That’s what I thought.” Harry shuffled a couple of papers in front of him to look official. “It says here that your discipline is charms?”
“That is right,” Fleur said. “I was the best in my year at Beauxbatons. Ask anyone there, and they can tell you all about my charms. I also have a very good eye. I worked at Gringotts before this as a curse breaker, so I’m very good at coaxing the soft, gooey secrets out of hard to handle objects. As a former champion in the Triwizard Tournament, my ability to handle wands is also at a very high level.”
Alicia developed a healthy blush and a slight cough, which was only made worse as Fleur stealthily undid the top button on her suit.
“I have full confidence in your wand handling,” Harry said. “Gringotts is a good employer. Is there a particular reason you want this job instead of that one?”
“I have a feeling that the benefits will be very good here,” Fleur said.
“Would you like to explain that one a bit more?” Harry asked. “What kind of benefits?”
“That’s up for you to decide, isn’t it, sir?” Fleur said, undoing another button on her robes.
“Very true,” Harry said. “You should know, I have here a very comprehensive list of options for the role of my tutor. There are some VERY experienced wizards and witches on this list. Tell me, Ms. Delacour, why should I hire YOU?”
Fleur simply undid the third button. The top part of her outfit came loose, and she yanked it down, showing that there was no bra beneath, just two stiff nipples and her large yet perky chest. Fleur pushed her breasts up, then let them drop, allowing gravity to make them jiggle and show that every last inch of them was all natural.
“A compelling argument,” Harry said. “Very convincing indeed. I’ll tell you what, Ms. Delacour. If you can show me one special talent, you'll be hired on the spot.”
“Your drive a hard but fair bargain, sir,” said Fleur.
She dropped under the table. Harry could hear her crawling along the floor, then felt her hands at his waist band. His pants were quickly hauled open. When he looked down, he was greeted with Fleur Delacour’s gorgeous face hovering next to his dick, her big breasts visible just past his thighs. Her veela heritage blazed to life, bathing Harry and Alicia in its effects. Harry, with his strong mental faculties, resisted it easily, looking down at her impassively. Alicia took it worse. Harry’s aide stumbled a few steps away, her back bumping into the cupboards as she gasped, floored by the pure sexual desire washing over her.
Meanwhile, like the size-slut that she was, Fleur pulled open her mouth. She stretched her big puffy lips, fitting them over Harry’s tip and sliding down. It had been a while since he and Fleur managed to get together for a rendezvous, and Fleur was obviously feeling pent up. She moved her head down until she was kissing Harry’s crotch, all of his manhood disappearing down her throat without a single cough or gag.
“Is that it?” Harry said, forcing his face to not show any emotion. “There are plenty of girls out there who can deepthroat. That’s hardly a talent.”
Left unsaid was that deepthroating someone the size of Harry was something only a handful of girls had ever been able to do. But his goal was to push Fleur harder, and fortunately, she was still getting started.
Fleur pulled back up to the top of his dick, only leaving a little bit of him inside her mouth. Suddenly, Harry was forced to wince. A pleasurable sensation he’d never felt before was starting. Fleur moved her tongue all the way around his circumference, and she didn’t stop at one rotation. She kept doing it, spinning around him like her tongue was a propeller. Her head started sinking lower, and her tongue didn’t stop.
It kept spinning. Harry felt like his dick was being licked from every angle, and the feeling only became more incredible when his dick slid into Fleur’s throat. Fleur’s tongue was incredibly long and extremely soft. He felt her spit soaking his shaft, spread by that spinning tongue. Once his dick moved past the base of her tongue and she could no longer do full circles, Fleur settled for swinging her tongue back and forth along the underside of his dick, and started twisting her head.
She moved her whole face sometimes as much as 90 degrees, swinging her head around so that her tongue could reach all of him. She was still sinking lower. Harry was forced to grab the table as his whole body tensed. The smacking sounds of Fleur’s tongue moving around his length reached his ears, turning him on to an extreme extent. Behind him, he heard moaning.
Alicia had slid down so that she was sitting against the cabinets, and she’d lost a good amount of her clothes. All she had on properly was her bra, with her robes and panties scattered around her. The athletic blond witch was attractive, but compared to the bombshell that was Fleur, her body looked slender and lacking in curves. Instead of feeling jealous or insecure, Alicia just looked turned on. Harry knew she had to have at least a little bisexuality in her after that snog session with Tonks on the first day.
Alicia was masturbating furiously as she watched Fleur easily throat the dick that she nearly passed out on. Harry hoped her competitive spirit would come out again, and that she’d make it a personal mission to keep up with the veela in the future. Being a practice dummy for deepthroating was a fate Harry would happily welcome.
He couldn’t keep his attention on Alicia for long with what Fleur was doing. Her lips met his base again, and Fleur continued turning her head. Her tongue was still moving, tracing his veins and rubbing his sensitive flesh with slobbery strokes. Fleur’s hands pushed her breasts up, molding them around his balls so that he could feel her stiff nipples prodding him. Unable to resist any longer, Harry’s hands shot off the table, grabbing the back of Fleur’s head.
Fleur wasn’t offended by his grip. She took it as a point of pride to have broken Harry’s willpower. She knew that her mouth tricks had made him feel too good to hold back, and that her reward was inbound. She closed her eyes and awaited it eagerly.
Harry grinded his hips forward as he came. He pressed Fleur against his body, ensuring a ring of the nice lipstick she applied just for today was left against his crotch. Milky fluid poured out in her throat as his orgasm lasted an impressive amount of seconds. When it finally ended, Harry’s strength momentarily failed from how hard he’d cum, and his hands fell loosely at his sides.
Fleur didn’t drag herself off of him in a rush. She pulled her head back gradually, her tongue moving the entire time. She dutifully cleaned Harry’s dick of everything but her own slobber. When she finally popped her lips off of his tip, her appearance somehow still looked pristine, like she was at a real job interview and HADN’T just deep throated the better part of a foot of dick.
“As you can see, I’m very good at cleaning things,” Fleur said. “By the time I’m done with them, they shine and sparkle.”
Alicia cried out, orgasming on her fingers as she looked at Harry's spit covered dick. Harry shook his head.
“That has absolutely nothing to do with charms,” he said. “You’re hired.”
