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Growth Spurt Chapter 49
🕑 Added 2025-03-13 03:56:14 +0000 UTCGoodbyes the following day were tearful. The girls especially (meaning Mrs. Weasley and Hermione) were very worked up. Ginny was upset… but less so than the day before. Harry squeezed Pansy’s hand once, which was the most openly supportive gesture she would accept, hoping to allay her nerves about returning to Hogwarts.
“Look out for Pansy,” Harry said to his friends once the Slytherin girl had been sidelong apparated to the station by Mr. Weasley. “She’ll need all the help she can get.”
“Do we have to?” Ginny complained.
“Please,” Harry said.
“Of course we will!” Hermione said. “We would have anyway!”
Ron was the last to leave, and he and Harry smiled at each other.
“Wish I could take your place,” he said. “I’d love to never have to look at Snape again.”
“No essays, either,” Harry said.
“Probably less girls though,” said Ron.
“We’ll see about that,” Harry said.
The delegation sent to get him had arrived, and surprisingly, it was three familiar faces.
Alicia Spinnett and Penelope Clearwater were both as gorgeous as ever, with Alicia’s blond hair pulled into a tight bun while Penelope’s hung down her back. The third but no less beautiful member of the delegation was Nymphadora Tonks. Her hair was an extra bright shade of pink, a sure sign that she was excited.
“Wotcher!” Tonks said. “Guess what? I got reassigned!”
“And I found a new opening as a tutor,” Penelope said with a teacherly smile that was misleadingly innocent. “I suspect the job will have incredible benefits beyond the pay.”
“As his personal assistant, I’ll make sure we work it into your schedule,” said Alicia.
“I take it back,” Ron told Harry. “I’d do anything to take your spot.”
Harry laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Take care of yourself,” Harry said.
“You too mate,” Ron said.
Harry joined the ministry girls in the garden.
“How are my lovely escorts this fine morning?” Harry asked.
“That’s the word the minister used to describe us too,” Tonks said. “I think you mean it a little differently, though.”
“I take offense to that,” Alicia said. “We’re perfectly respectable, salaried workers. What we do in our free time is purely personal choice.”
“Big difference that,” Tonks said.
“Of course,” Alicia said, acting like Tonks wasn’t being sarcastic.
“Do you know how to Apparate?” Penelope asked.
Harry shook his head.
“Grab onto me then,” Penelope said. “That’s something we’ll be looking to fix. I’m a licensed apparition instructor in addition to the other tutoring subjects. But for now, grab onto me and I’ll sidelong you.”
Harry was feeling a little bit bold. Maybe it had to do with his nerves. His life was changing completely today, after all. He decided to tease the beautiful tutor. When he grabbed her, he did so by reaching around her back and groping her bum.
“Oh!” Penelope said.
Tonks leaned over to Alicia.
“Fifty knuts says that he teaches her as much as she teaches him, it just won’t be magic.”
“No deal,” Alicia said. “That’s free money. Do you see how much she’s already blushing?”
Penelope had gone worryingly red. She could hear herself being teased, too, and was apparently gripped by a sudden urge to prove herself… which she did by grabbing Harry’s crotch.
Harry grinned at Ron, waving with the hand that wasn’t squeezing Penelope’s bum.
“See ya mate!” he said. “I’ll be sure to write!”
The magic overtook them, and all four disappeared from the Weasleys’ front lawn on their way to the ministry.
Ron, who was the only one around to see all this, shook his head ruefully.
“I’ve fought Death Eaters too,” he said. “Saved the school a couple of times. Can the Ministry give me an offer soon?”
“Ron! We’re ready to leave!” Mrs. Weasley shouted inside the house.
“Coming, Mum!”
LINE BREAK
The first objective for the day was to give Harry a full tour of the ministry, barring restricted areas like the Department of Mysteries or the detaining cells on the same level as the DMLE.
Harry discovered that there was a quite bleak atmosphere among the workers going about their days. It didn’t seem like a place gripped by wartime fervor. That was worrying, because it implied that many of them had already given up, or were close to it.
If there was a positive, it was that seeing Harry had a tangible effect. When he passed by, clearly on a tour, people perked up and came to life. Some shook his hand and a few asked for autographs.
Harry didn’t know what to make of this. It wasn’t that long ago, less than a year really, when he’d been public enemy number one to these people. The ministry ran smear campaigns, Fudge meddled at Hogwarts with the intent to shut him up, and Harry was considered a truant lying about Voldemort to spread his own fame. Now, suddenly, he was a hero again. Because they needed him.
That was how it had always been though, wasn’t it? Hogwarts students were like that, idolizing and villainizing him in alternating years. Why would their parents be any different? He’d held onto some hope that mature adults wouldn’t be so prone to mood swings… But it was never a good idea to bet on the general public being full of positive qualities.
He didn’t let it bother him too much. All he could do was focus on his own life, and everyone else would just have to deal with the choices that he made.
“We saved the best for last!” Tonks said when they finished touring the Department of Magical Catastrophes offices (who were working overtime to cover up a Death Eater attack on a Newcastle bridge).
“Oh yeah?” Harry said. “And what’s that?”
“Your room, of course,” she said. “C’mon!”
Tonks ran down the hallway. The others followed her, shaking their heads as if following an excitable child. This comparison felt even more true when Tonks’s clumsiness saw her trip turning the corner. She glared at them for a while after because they couldn't stop laughing.
She wasn't wrong, though. When they got to Harry’s new room, he felt his jaw drop.
It was located on Level 1, the uppermost level of the ministry, but it was close to the stairs down to Level 2. Scrimgeour must have been taking this just as seriously as he promised. Level 1, after all, was reserved for the Minister’s office and other similarly important support staff, while Level 2 was the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. This placed Harry between the most important official in the whole ministry, and behind the hardest floor for any threats to bypass. It was likely one of the safest places in the country outside of Hogwarts.
This wasn’t why Harry was so surprised when he saw it, though. That was because of how damn nice it was.
“It’s… bigger than I pictured,” he said, making the girls laugh.
The walls were all white and very modern for the wizarding world. There was a ground floor with a big kitchen, an open living room, and an empty room presumably for Harry to fill with anything he pleased. Then, there were steps that led up to a small second floor, which was visible behind a balcony. That’s where the bedroom and the bathroom suite were, with an enormous closet that could store more than clothes. You would never guess it was underground, because the ample windows were all letting in bright light and had views of a picturesque hillside. If you watched for a while, animals would wander through the images. Sometimes it would be ordinary things like deer, while sometimes centaurs would gallop through, or a phoenix would fly past. It seemed whoever did the charms had a good imagination.
“Whenever you want, you can just say, Mutatio!” Alicia said, jabbing her wand.
The windows turned to night, making the room dark in a cozy way. Alicia repeated the gesture to turn them back.
“This place is awesome,” Harry said.
“Told you,” Tonks said, walking to the couch and sprawling onto it. She patted the spot next to her. Harry walked over and sat, still looking in wonder at the place he was going to get to live. That was, until he felt his pants coming loose.
Tonks was sprawled on her side, pulling his pants undone. When she pulled his penis out, heedless that it was mostly soft, Tonks put her mouth around it, sliding her tongue all over his shaft. Harry stroked her bright pink hair.
“Well that was fast,” Penelope said, sitting in a chair opposite them. “I was going to lay out my plans for tutoring you in charms… But I suppose that can wait.”
She sipped tea, watching with interest and a tinge of embarrassment as Tonks slurped Harry’s flaccid length until it hardened. What she couldn’t see was Tonks's tongue changing shape to reach different parts of Harry’s shaft. At one point, she had the appendage wrapped all the way around his shaft until it was touching itself.
“Hey!”
Alicia, who had been upstairs using the bathroom, jabbed her finger at Tonks when she walked around the couch and saw them. Tonks giggled, still sucking on Harry.
“It seems like we’re blowing off some steam,” Harry said.
He noticed that Alicia smelled good after coming down the stairs, reeking of cleanliness charms. It seemed she had been freshening up.
“You’re just mad we started without you, aren’t you?” he said.
“Of course!” Alicia said. “She cut me in line!”
Tonks slid her mouth off of Harry’s dick, taking in a much needed breath. He’d hardened now, turning into more than a mouthful.
“Don’t be a sore loser,” Tonks said. “First come, first serve.”
“You were stationed at Hogsmeade before this!” Alicia said. “I bet he was banging your brains out every month!”
“You’re imagining things,” Tonks said condescendingly. “...he missed one month.”
With a growl, Alicia climbed onto the couch with them. She used a hair tie to keep the few strands of hair not in her bun out of her face, then bent down.
“Scoot over!” she said.
“Don’t feel like it,” Tonks said.
The Metamorphmagus plunged her lips down, gagging slightly as Harry slid into her throat. Before she could start bobbing properly, Alicia grabbed her hair.
Tonks had lengthened her pink locks so that Harry could stroke them better. Alicia used that to grab a tuft and yank her off of Harry’s dick. Tonks cried out with a little pain and a lot of surprise. As soon as Harry’s dick was free, Alicia plunged onto it.
Not being as used to him as Tonks was, Alicia struggled to push her lips past his halfway mark. She made up for this by sucking in her cheeks and suctioning as much as possible with her lips. She was adjusting, slowly gaining ground, when Tonks got her revenge.
Instead of pulling her off of Harry like Alicia did to her, Tonks planted two hands on the back of Alicia’s head and pushed straight down. Alicia gagged, her hands flailing around as she felt a dick shaped bulge form along her neck. Penelope shook her head.
“Goodness,” Harry’s new tutor said wryly, spreading her legs and slipping a hand down her skirt.
Tonks was up on her knees, twisting her torso as she grinded Alicia's head, laughing maniacally. Alicia recovered enough composure to plant her hands on Harry’s hips, trying to push herself back up, but Tonks refused to let up.
“Do it Harry!” she urged. “Cum in her pretty little throat!”
“You’re pretty evil for an Auror,” Harry said, his voice strained.
Tonks didn’t answer, continuing to grind Alicia into his crotch.
Alicia looked up at him, meeting Harry’s eyes. Her hair was falling out of its bun as the hairstyle came loose under Tonks’s fingers. Strands hung over her face, while Alicia’s eyes were watering. Her nostrils flared as they did their best to draw in air. It was such a contrast to the mature, composed older chaser Harry first met and got to know, that he couldn’t help but do as Tonks urged.
Only when his cum was flowing into Alicia’s throat did Tonks let her up. Alicia surged back, her shirt askew and her face a wreck. She coughed, spraying little bits of semen as she did.
“What kind of personal assistant are you?” Tonks asked. “You’re getting his cum everywhere. You’re supposed to SWALLOW that. Otherwise what are you good for?”
Alicia snapped. The competitive gleam Harry was used to seeing when they played Slytherin entered her eyes, and she tackled Tonks.
The girls rolled around as Alicia used her athleticism to pin the clumsy auror. While Tonks tried desperately to tap out, Alicia pressed their lips together, letting Harry’s cum flow from her mouth into Tonks’s moth until the metamorphmagus was coughing as badly as she had been. Tonks’s response was to make her muscles swell, rolling them back over and biting Alicia’s neck hard. Alicia pinched her nipples. From there, the two of them got lost in their sexual wrestling match as they tried to best the other.
Harry was left watching, his erect penis sticking out of his pants, until Penelope quietly approached, pulling him to his feet.
She inclined her head upstairs toward the bedroom, and Harry smiled. They left quietly, leaving Tonks and Alicia intermittently moaning and tossing taunts at each other. Harry wondered how long it would take for them to notice that their prize had been stolen away.
Long enough for him and Penelope to get at least one uninterrupted round in, he hoped, watching Penelope’s hips sway.
For as much as life here was going to be different than at Hogwarts, it was already proving to be similar in some seriously key areas.
