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Growth Spurt: Chapter 44
🕑 Added 2025-02-27 05:45:34 +0000 UTC“I thought the OWL was going to be harder, to be honest,” Hermione said.
“I agree. I thought they would at least get into Countermotion Charms,” said Pansy. “Flitwick had already covered everything needed. That was the easiest O I’ve ever gotten.”
“Wasn’t it just?” Hermione said.
“Harry?” Ginny said.
She had returned that morning from Luna’s house, telling everyone that Luna said hello. She also confessed to Harry, thirty minutes later, that Luna asked for his penis to be inserted into her asshole. Harry said he could see why she wouldn’t want the others to hear that message. Ginny then told him that Luna said she didn’t care who overheard… But Ginny had certain words she never wanted to say in front of her mother.
That was hours ago. It was lunchtime now. Ginny had finished her food while Harry was still eating a roast beef sandwich. The youngest Weasley had occupied herself by staring across the table, where Hermione and Pansy chatted about classes like old friends.
“Yes, Ginny?” Harry said.
“Those two hate each other,” Ginny said.
“They worked it out,” Harry said. “I’m happy about it. I think this will be good for them.”
“They worked it out? They worked it out!?” Ginny said. “Harry, it’s been one night!”
“It was a long night, to be fair,” he said.
Ginny turned to him. “Don't tell me you—”
She stopped abruptly as her mother walked into the room. With Mrs. Weasley present, Ginny wasn’t willing to say out loud what she suspected Harry and Hermione had gotten up to with Pansy the night before.
“Good news, Ginny!” said Mrs. Weasley. “We just heard back. She says she can come after all!”
Ginny’s bad mood vanished.
“Tonight?” she asked her mother.
“Yes!” said Mrs. Weasley. “She’ll be over for dinner. She agreed to stay the night, too, just like you asked for.”
“Brilliant!” Ginny said. “Thanks Mum.”
Mrs. Weasley smiled. “I didn’t do anything, dear. I’m just as glad as you to see her again.”
“Who’s this?” Harry asked.
He thought it might be Tonks or someone from the order, but Ginny’s answer was something he never would’ve guessed.
“Penelope Clearwater!” she said. “Ron mentioned her yesterday. She’s Percy’s ex. She’s awesome, but we had to cut ties with her when they broke up rather badly. But now that Percy’s been such a prat—”
“Ginny!” Mrs. Weasley scolded. “Don’t speak about your brother that way.”
“You know it’s true,” Ginny whined. “Fine, whatever. The point is Percy certainly isn’t going to be here, so there’s no reason Penelope can’t come.”
“She is a dear,” Mrs. Weasley agreed. “I was so disappointed when they broke up.”
“I wasn’t,” Ginny whispered to Harry. “Penelope was too good for him anyway.”
She learned her lesson after calling Percy a prat, and said this quietly enough that her mother couldn’t catch it. Harry smiled softly.
That afternoon was more of the same really. Just like they had at the lunch table, Hermione and Pansy continued to get on well. Pansy was still quite stiff, but the improvement complained to the day before made them look almost like new people.
Ginny was far from thrilled with this development, but she was in an almost suspiciously good mood after lunch, so it even out. For someone he’d never heard her talk about, she seemed to have a really strong sense of affection for Penelope.
Eventually dinner rolled around, and Percy’s ex arrived via the Floo.
She was remarkably attractive. Harry remembered her vaguely as a Ravenclaw Prefect, but he had never seen her this close. It really was incredible really that Percy had ever had a shot with her.
Penelope had a gorgeous face, long blond hair, and large C cup boobs that were easy to see, because she had shown up in a backless red dress. It clung to her hips and stopped before her knees. When she stepped out, Mrs. Weasley said, “Oh my!”
“Hello there,” Penelope said, looking at the floor. “It’s been a while. I’m glad you had me over.”
“Of course dear!” Mrs. Weasley said, trying to hide the way she was looking at Penelope’s skimpy dress. “Why don’t you go and say hello to everyone?”
Ginny got to her first, pulling Penelope by the hand. Ron blushed when she shook his hand. Hermione gave a normal greeting. Pansy was very polite. Finally, they reached Harry.
“I-I-I’m Penelope,” Penelope stuttered. “H-How do you do?”
“I’m alright,” Harry said. “It’s nice to meet you. Ginny spoke highly of you.”
For some reason, saying this made Penelope blush brightly and squeak, hastily looking away. She hurried over to help Mrs. Weasley with something, incidentally shaking her bum in her rush to get away.
“That was strange,” Harry said.
Ginny giggled.
“Something is going on here,” Harry said.
“Is it?” Ginny said. “Let me know when you find out what.”
Penelope chatted with the family all throughout dinner. She was nice and thoughtful, and clearly got on very well with her ex’s family. However, Harry noticed that she kept blushing and looking down at her own body throughout the meal. She didn’t seem comfortable in the dress that she picked out for herself.
After dinner, everyone retreated to the living room to relax and talk. Pansy went to bed first, still feeling a little awkward with the atmosphere. The more relaxed it got, the worse she was able to handle it.
Ron went to bed next, followed by Hermione, who Harry thought might just be checking on Pansy.
“I think I’ll go get ready for bed,” Penelope said at nine o’clock.
“So early?” Mrs. Weasley said, sounding disappointed. “But it’s been so long since we’ve seen you.”
“I know,” Penelop said. “I’ve just been so tired recently.”
Molly sighed at the reminder about the times they were living in. Her husband rubbed her back.
“Go on, Penelope,” said Mr. Weasley. “We won’t keep you.”
She walked away and up the stairs. It was good Ron was already out of the room, because his jaw would’ve dropped if he saw the way Penelope’s dress started to ride up. Just before she turned out of view, Harry caught a glimpse of panties underneath.
Just five minutes later Ginny left, smirking. Harry didn’t like that she seemed to be up to something that he couldn’t figure out. Having no wish to sit and talk to just Mr. and Mrs. Weasley (as much as he liked them) Harry excused himself at the same time as Ginny.
He was keeping a careful eye on her as they went up the stairs when she surprised him, jumping on him suddenly.
She pushed him up against the wall, kissing him, but it didn’t last long. Harry flipped them around, pinning her instead and holding her hands against the wall. He slammed his crotch against hers, grinding on her, before stepping back.
Ginny was breathing hard, but the smirk was still on her face.
“What are you up to?” Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.
“You make it sound so bad,” Ginny said. “I don’t have some secret plan. We had an agreement.”
An agreement? About what? Before Harry could ask this, Ginny grabbed his hand and pulled him along.
It quickly became clear that they were going to Fred and George’s old room, which was now Harry’s room when he stayed over. This was where it all began for the two of them. Ginny was the second girl he ever slept with, after Tonks. He remembered the way she slipped into his room, and that first cream pie he delivered between her legs.
Ginny must have remembered that night as vividly as he did, because she had a particular attachment to fucking in this room in particular. Even after Fleur was gone and Hermione was her only roommate, Ginny preferred dragging the bookworm up to Harry’s room when they were in the mood.
He thought that was what this was. Except when Ginny opened the door, rather than jumping on him, she just pushed him inside before following.
There on Harry’s bed was Penelope. She was laying on her side in the position of a model waiting to be painted. Her tight dress let him make out almost every detail about her body in a few seconds of ogling.
“M-M-Merry Christmas Harry,” Penelope said. “Do you like your present?”
She ran a hand along her dress, ruffling its surface, looking mortified by her words and actions even as she did.
Ginny shut the door behind them.
“Don’t you remember, Harry?” she asked. “I saved my favor from that night in the Gryffindor Girls’ Dorm because I wanted to use it for this.”
“Really?” Harry asked. “You were saving it for this long?”
“It’s worth it,” Ginny said. “Penelope is so wonderful, and she was wasting her time on my waste of space brother for far too long.”
“He wasn’t that bad,” Penelope said. “Honestly.”
“Harry.” Ginny put her arms around him from behind. “Go show her the difference between Percy and someone like you.”
She used her grip to give him a push. Leaving her to handle silencing and locking charms, Harry approached his bed and the blond that was on it.
It wasn’t like the rest of the favors he’d given out that night had been a chore, from fucking Hermione’s throat to tying Lavender up, but Harry did think that Ginny really needn’t have bothered saving up a favor to get him to sleep with a woman like Penelope. You didn’t need extra incentive for something like that.
As he approached Penelope sat up to greet him. She bent her knees and tucked them to the side, her head ending up at the height of Harry’s crotch. Looking down at her from above, Harry could see directly down her dress to a large amount of cleavage. An erection soon formed, finishing off what started when Ginny first kissed him on the stairs.
“Take it out,” Harry said softly but with authority.
Gulping, Penelope undid his pants. As soon as his fly was zipped down, Harry’s dick burst out, striking Penelope on the forehead. She shrieked and flinched, covering her face. Slowly, she peeked between her fingers.
“What IS that?” she whispered. “How… How is it so big?”
Harry grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward. Her face pressed against his meat, where he could feel her hot sticky breath on his ballsack.
“Suck,” he said.
Penelope whimpered. The bombshell older witch slid her face up his shaft. She put her lips around his head, starting to suck.
Penelope tested out how far she could go safely. She bobbed her head, going down an inch further each time. When she got past four inches Harry’s head hit the back of her throat. She stopped going lower after that, instead sliding her tongue along him.
Harry watched her impassively, petting the back of her head. He was so girthy that Penelope’s jaw was stretching just to keep her lips around him. As her tongue slid along him, Penelope’s hands got busy.
She whimpered, touching her crotch with both hands. Harry could hear her fingering herself, and she wasn’t the only one. Ginny had claimed a chair in the corner, stripping naked and sticking fingers inside her tight wet slit.
Harry tightened his fingers, unexpectedly taking a grip on Penelope’s hair. He didn’t yank her violently, but pulled her back, off of his dick. She gasped when her mouth was free, having left behind a lipstick ring around the circumference of Harry’s glans.
He was still just as hard as he’d been when Penelope started, and he wasn’t much closer to cumming. It was leaving him feeling stymied, she he decided to do things his way.
“Lay down,” Harry said.
Penelope turned over, going flat on her stomach. She was a stubborn one, because she continued to touch herself even now.
Harry climbed onto the bed with her. He undid the straps on her back, leaving the dress totally loose. He pulled it off of her then, shedding the rest of his clothes.
Penelope’s ass that he caught a flicker of on the stairs was bared to him, clad in a thong that matched her dress. Harry snapped the thong with his hands. He slid his dick between her ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down.
“Do you want it?” he asked.
Penelope was temporarily stunned feeling the size of him, so she took a second to answer. “I do.”
He squeezed her curvy ass, pulling apart the cheeks to reveal her pussy, and rubbed his tip on her entrance.
“Tell me louder.”
“I do!”
Harry pushed his dick inside of her.
Penelope was as tight as a boyfriend. Percy Weasley must have been her only ever boyfriend, and the bureaucracy obsessed boy simply wasn’t capable of doing very much damage.
“Oh, Merlin!” Penelope shrieked as she felt Harry enter her. “It’s all the way up to— oh Merlin!”
Harry clapped her cheeks as he fucked her from behind. Penelope stayed laying flat, allowing him to plant his body above her. Despite being older than him, she was noticeably shorter and smaller, so his muscular body covered hers almost like a blanket.
She was extremely tight inside, and pent up too from what Harry could feel. That one short blowjob and a little work from her fingers had her more than wet enough to be able to take Harry’s monster inside of her. She must’ve known what Ginny was calling her here for, based on the way she was acting, so he knows; she might’ve already been wet while sitting at the dinner table, just imagining what Harry was going to be like.
“Do I live up to expectations?” Harry asked.
She was moaning far too hard to answer, so he decided that counted as a yes.
Ginny was moaning too. The redhead’s legs were spread as she plunged her fingers into her quim, watching Harry and listening to the way Penelope's thick ass cheeks were clapping. From the corner of his eye Harry saw her orgasm, squirting on the carpet and pulling a funny face.
From what Harry could gather, Penelope was almost a mentor to Ginny. Ginny greatly admired the older girl, who was a prominent member of the Hogwarts student body in her time there and had since graduated, moving into the real world. Now, her role model was laying underneath the man Ginny loved, getting her back absolutely blown out.
Harry grabbed Penelope’s wrists and pulled them around. He pinned them above her head, holding her down. And from there, he proceeded to pound without looking back.
Every time he came, he pulled out and poured his load on a different part of Penelope’s body. Soon her hair and back were completely sticky, along with the sheets around her. Penelope’s ass was red from Harry colliding with it, and her upper thighs were an absolute mess from almost endless orgasms going on for ages.
She came again as Harry pulled out of her for the sixth time. Penelope released a throaty shriek, and when she was done, her face dropped onto the blanket.
“Penelope?” Harry asked, shaking her shoulder.
She didn't move. She had passed out, completely overloaded from what he’d done to her.
But Harry wasn’t done yet. He was still hard. She he left the bed, walking to the chair where Ginny had been touching herself for the last hour.
After her first orgasm, the redhead stopped allowing herself to cum, stopping each time she came close. She was building up for when the flood erupted, and she wanted to give Harry the honor of making that happen. She smiled up at him.
Without a word on Harry’s part, Ginny slid down in the chair and spread her legs, stretching her slit for him to see. He grabbed her thighs and shoved his dick inside of her.
No sooner had he entered her, though, than the door opened.
“Are you alright Harry? I heard a scream—”
Molly Weasley froze, staring at Harry balls deep inside her daughter, while her son’s favorite ex lay on the bed unconscious and covered in cum. Harry was torn between mortification and severe irritation toward Ginny.
“Oops,” the redhead said, smiling cutely at him. “I guess I forgot the locking and silencing charms…”
