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Growth Spurt: Chapter 43
🕑 Added 2025-02-25 05:34:56 +0000 UTCThis was it. Even more than when Hermione and Ron were first pulled away by prefect duties, leaving Harry to ride the train without them for the first time, THIS was the most awkward trip Harry had ever had on the Hogwarts Express.
He looked around the cabin. Pansy was to his right, huddling between him and the window. Ginny was on his left, sitting uncomfortably close, and was probably the main reason Pansy was cowering, considering she was glaring daggers at the Slytherin. Hermione was doing a better job hiding her animosity, but it wasn’t really working. Ron was glowering by the door.
“How do we know this isn’t a trick?” he asked. “What if we take you back, and you attack my family?”
“If your whole family can get done in by one schoolgirl, they weren’t going to last through this war anyway,” Pansy snapped.
“Pansy,” Harry said.
The girl winced. She lowered her head. “Sorry.”
Hermione raised her eyebrows. She looked between Harry and Pansy suspiciously, obviously wondering what he’d gotten up to without her knowledge.
The jokes on you Hermione, Harry thought. This is all from the true power of having a big dick and knowing how to use it.
“I just don’t get why WE have to take her—” Ginny said angrily.
“Did you hear what happened?” Harry asked.
All of them shut up, looking curious, so Harry decided that they hadn’t
“Draco’s dead,” he said softly. “And I killed him.”
“Oh, Harry!”
Hermione hurled herself across the aisle, wrapping him in her arms. Pansy shifted further away, shrinking toward the window to try and escape the show of physical compassion. Hermione sobbed against Harry’s chest, and he realized she wasn't crying for Draco, but for HIM.
“What happened mate?” Ron asked.
“He caught me with Pansy,” Harry said. “We didn’t know he was around. Turns out, he was working on a vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement. I think it was a way to get Death Eaters into Hogwarts. Dumbledore told me this morning. His arm was marked.”
“The duel got so nasty that he died?” Ron asked.
“I kept it under control at first,” Harry said. “But things went bad really fast.”
He explained what happened after Snape arrived, how he freed Draco and Draco used an Unforgivable on Pansy. When Harry talked about his burst of accidental magic and Snape’s reaction, Hermione hugged him again, while Ginny squeezed her seat. Ron cursed enough to make a sailor blush.
“Are you alright?” Hermione asked when Harry finished.
To his surprise, she didn’t ask him. Instead, she was speaking to Pansy.
Pansy couldn’t handle eye contact with Hermione’s passionate brown eyes, so she turned her head to the side.
“It didn’t hurt as soon as Draco was gone,” she said.
Gone. She didn’t describe him as dead like you would usually describe a person, she used GONE, like he was just one more problem she wouldn’t have to worry about, or a threat that was no longer hanging over her head.
“But why does she have to come with US?” Ginny said. “Can’t she just go home?”
“Ginny!” Hermione scolded.
“I’m just wondering!” Ginny said.
“If I go home, I’ll be beaten,” Pansy said sullenly.
They all looked at her, but she wouldn’t look at them.
“I was just going to hide out at school, but Dumbledore doesn’t think that would be safe,” she said. “My father bet everything on me marrying a Malfoy. He wants their money and their connections. He wouldn’t mind Draco using an Unforgivable on me as long as we got married in the end. And if we really did stop one of He Who Must Not Be Named’s plans, or Harry did while I was standing there, he’d hand me over to the Dark Lord in a heartbeat.”
“But he’s your dad!” Hermione said. “Doesn’t that count for anything?”
“You’ve seen Sirius’s family,” Ron said. “I believe her.”
Losing her brother’s support, and seeing Hermione visibly distraught for Pansy, Ginny gave up on her protests. Still, just because Pansy was there, conversations remained stilted for the rest of the train ride.
When they filtered out onto the platform, Molly Weasley mobbed them. To everyone’s surprise, she grabbed Pansy first, squeezing the girl into a hug twice as fierce as the one Hermione used on Harry. Pansy squirmed and thrashed like a cat that had been picked up unexpectedly, but she couldn’t get free.
“I’ll make sure you get a proper Christmas!” Molly Weasley declared when she finally let go of Pansy. The Weasley matriarch looked on the verge of tears.
Pansy seemed shellshocked, and Harry had to take her hand in order to lead them away. They passed Tracey Davis walking beside a dark skinned wizard with a serious face. Tracey gave him a sly smile as she saw him leading Pansy around, and offered him a wink.
“Good connection,” she mouthed at him.
The Weasleys took them back to the Burrow, where they found it emptier than over the summer. Bill had moved out again as Gringotts stationed him overseas, and with his engagement to Fleur called off, he saw no reason to turn it down. Fleur had obviously left over Summer, Fred and George were only going to swing by on Christmas morning, Charlie was still working in Romania, and Percy was heavily estranged at this point.
“He's such a prat,” Ron said when his parents were out of earshot. “He got that promotion under Fudge so he could spy on the family, and he still hasn’t forgiven Dad for telling him it was all a plot against Dumbledore.”
“Percy’s just a stickler for the rules,” Hermione defended him weakly, her heart not truly in it.
“He’s an idiot is what he is,” Ron said. “He had the hottest girlfriend coming out of Hogwarts. Penelope Clearwater? Remember her? She was an older Ravenclaw, and Merlin, was she the best! But he dumped her to focus on work. She was out of his league in the first place!”
“Penelope is awesome,” Ginny said.
For some reason, she looked at Harry as she said this.
The four of them were hanging around outside after dinner. Pansy had been there too, but she wandered off to take a walk at some point. They could see her halfway across the field, wandering around.
“Feels surreal to see Pansy here,” Ron admitted.
“It’s not right,” Ginny muttered.
“I feel bad for her,” Hermione said. “I can’t imagine my father siding with someone who tortured me.”
“I guess that’s where she got her mean streak,” Ginny said.
She stood up and stretched, her shirt riding up to show the pale skin underneath. She caught Harry watching and winked at him, blowing a kiss while Ron wasn’t looking. That done, she started to walk away.
“I told Mum I’m spending the night with Luna!” she said. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning. See you then!”
“If Pansy keeps walking around much longer, you’ll have the room to yourself tonight Hermione,” Ron said. “It sure has cleared out around here.”
He said this dreamily, clearly overjoyed by this state of affairs. Hermione glanced over at Harry.
“To myself, huh…” she muttered.
She stood up and stretched like Ginny did before her. Hermione’s shirt was a few sizes bigger than Ginny’s, but the sheer size of her breasts made it ride up just as much.
“I’m feeling a bit tired!” she said.
“Okay?” Ron said, clearly confused about her tone.
“I’m going to go to my room for now!” she said. “To sleep!” she added.
Ron scratched his head, watching as she walked away.
“Girls are mental,” he said.
“You’ve got that right,” Harry said. “But I like them anyway.”
Ron watched as Harry also stood up, leaving him the only one sitting outside.
“And where’re you going?” Ron asked.
“I think I’ll hit the bathroom while everyone else is preoccupied,” Harry said.
He walked inside, completely skipping the stairs and going straight to a certain bedroom.
As soon as he stepped into the room Hermione jumped on him, kissing him hard. Her face pressed against his with lots of force, while her pillowy chest softened delicately against his muscles.
Hermione kissed him fiercely enough that he was backed up against the door. He groped her bum freely, feeling her frizzy hair brushing against his ears.
“I’m really glad you’re okay,” Hermione whispered when their kiss ended.
“Believe me, so am I,” Harry said.
“Please don’t joke about this,” Hermione said. “I keep thinking about it. What would happen if Flitwick hadn’t arrived on time? It scares me so much…”
Harry’s hands slid up her body. Instead of groping her bum, he squeezed her slender back, pulling her close. He kissed her again, clutching her body to his.
“We can’t afford to think about what ifs,” he told her when they were done. “I’d be dead so many times over if things went wrong. I almost die every year! What’s important is that both of us are here, we’re both healthy, and we can celebrate that.”
“Oh, Harry!” Hermione said.
Harry grabbed her shirt, lifting it off her body to reveal a red bra underneath. Hermione returned the favor by pulling off Harry’s own shirt to show his muscular chest. They kissed again, Harry walking forward and Hermione moving her legs quickly to walk backward, until they reached the bed she used while staying at the burrow.
Hermione put her hand down his pants, squeezing Harry’s penis. It grew harder in her grip, but he was already mostly erect. He leaned down and motorboated her cleavage, making Hermione cry out. This was enough to leave him painfully hard, and after pushing Hermione onto the bed, he paused to get his pants and boxers off.
Hermione chewed on her lip as she watched Harry lose the rest of his clothes. She unbuttoned her own pants, then screamed and giggled when Harry grabbed the ankles and pulled them off of her, yanking so hard that her panties came with it.
While Harry crawled onto the bed, Hermione undid the clause of her bra, loosening the front. Harry grabbed it between the cups and threw it backwards across the room. Hermione laughed louder, which turned into a moan when Harry’s dick thrust into her.
“Here and now,” Harry said. “Focus on me, Hermione. The feeling of me. I’m still here!”
“Ooh, you don’t have to tell me!” Hermione gasped. “As if I could focus on anything else… With you inside of me!”
They kissed with lots of tongue, Harry groping her boobs gently as his hips propelled his cock through Hermione’s insides. Her big boobs jiggled slightly as he collided with her body. Harry brushed his thumbs over her areolas, stroking them and rubbing her nipples, which were getting very stiff.
“I love you!” Hermione cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You can't ever disappear, Harry! I NEED you!”
“How can you say something so embarrassing with a straight face?”
Hermione shrieked. Harry rolled over on his side, his dick sliding out of her sticky depths, while Hermione scrambled up and covered her own nipples.
The door was open, and standing right beside the bed was Pansy Parkinson. She must have been in the room for a while, because Hermione’s bra that Harry threw over his shoulder was draped across Pansy’s face.
“Close the door!” Hermione said.
Harry stretched out his hand and summoned the doorknob, making the door slam shut. Pansy just cocked her head, letting the bra slide off her face.
“You call that sex?” she asked. “How could that ever feel good?”
“It feels great!” Hermione said, still covering her chest.
“But he’s not even hitting you?” Pansy said.
“There are different ways to feel good in bed, Pansy,” Harry explained. “Not everything needs to be hardcore when there are emotions behind it. It’s called passionate sex.”
“As if that would be fun,” Pansy laughed. “It’s so slow and boring.”
After being her friend for six years and all the antics they got up to in that time, Harry knew immediately that Hermione had gotten an idea.
“I bet you couldn’t handle it,” she said.
“Handle what?” Pansy demanded, blushing outrageously. “I’ll have you know that Harry fucked me into a stupor before! I can definitely handle some slow little thrusts!”
“Prove it,” Hermione said.
“I… I… I will!” Pansy said.
She hastily disrobed. When her clothes off, she wore underwear that was a perfectly Slytherin shade of green, the bottom part of which was basically a thong. As she slipped out of it, she made sure to shimmy her hips. Her breasts were much smaller than Hermione’s D cups, but her ass was better.
Pansy crawled onto the bed, arching her back and raising her ass which jiggled as she held it up.
“Not like that,” Hermione said.
“What?” Pansy complained.
Before she could resist, Harry and Hermione rolled her over. Harry quickly used his own weight to pin her down. Pansy’s body reacted, her legs wrapping around him and pulling him tight, while her face looked shocked.
As she felt Harry’s dick pressing against her entrance, she wailed.
“We can’t do it like this!” she said. “It’s… It’s improper!”
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked, laying down right next to Pansy and reaching over to stroke the other girl's smaller breasts. “Can’t stand looking him in the eyes while he does you?”
Pansy didn’t have an answer. Harry eased his body forward, and she moaned in a way he hadn’t heard yet.
Her voice was cuter than usual. it almost sounded innocent. He could feel her legs squeezing him from behind, so even if her face didn’t look sure about this, her body was completely on board.
Even her pussy felt different than usual. Harry was used to slamming his dick into her, accompanied by copious slaps and other rough techniques. Right now, they moved together sensually. He could feel Pansy’s body sinking down on the bed each time he pushed his weight forward, her wet folds hugging his manhood.
“Kiss him,” Hermione said.
“What!?” said Pansy.
“Kiss him,” Hermione repeated. “Right now. Let him into your mouth. I know you want to.”
Harry thought that Pansy was going to ignore her, but that turned out to be far from the truth. As if a roadblock had been removed all of a sudden, Pansy craned her neck to kiss him.
Their bodies bounced together, making the bed springs squeak softly. Harry’s tongue rubbed all over Pansy’s. Her heard Hermione giggle, implying that Pansy’s face right now was quite amusing.
Her first orgasm happened fast. This too was different than normal. It was a softer sensation, although it still made her just as wet and tight as usual.
“Be honest. You love it this way,” Hermione said.
“It’s alright,” Pansy gasped, trying not to smile.
“Harry,” Hermione said softly. “Show her what making love is all about, compared to just fucking.”
Harry did exactly that. There wasn’t a clock up in the bedroom, but he could see the sun set and the yard get completely dark, his body bouncing above Pansy’s the entire time. He was fit enough to do these small and simple movements almost forever, so the only kind of stamina limiting them was how long he could hold out without cumming. Because the pace of each thrust was so slow, the pleasure built extremely gradually, and he was able to weather it easily. The entire time Hermione whispered to Pansy. Soon she had leaned in, basically kissing Pansy’s ear as she whispered to the girl who had once been her nemesis. The longer this went on, the less Pansy was able to resist smiling. By the time forty five minutes had passed, Pansy was completely grinning.
She’d orgasmed enough times to turn her brain halfway to mush. As if that wasn’t enough, she was also being subjected to a whole new kind of emotion that she’d never truly experienced before. It was erotic, but in a tender way.
The bed between her legs was soaked from her excess juices leaking out. Hermione reached down, stroking Pansy’s clit.
“How do you feel?” Hermione asked softly.
“Loved!” Pansy gasped. “I think?”
It was sad, if you thought about it, that she had to add “I think” because she had nothing in her life before this to compare it to… But Harry was too turned on to think about such deep things at the moment. He gave Pansy her load directly inside her, just for tonight, because it felt appropriate.
Pansy screamed. Harry’s orgasm had built for long enough that it was a huge one, with burst that shot out of his cock and into her depths. As Pansy spasmed, Hermione dragged her hand up Pansy’s stomach, rubbing circles on her smooth skin above where Harry’s semen was located.
“Very good,” she said. “You did well.”
Pansy groaned.
Harry rose onto his knees, breathing a bit hard after finishing such a marathon session in one position. His abs were even a little sore. Before he could catch his breath for long, however, Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him down.
He landed beside Pansy, who was on her back with her legs spread still, smiling with a dreamy look on her face. Hermione climbed on top of him as he looked at the Slytherin. His best friend lined his dick up with her entrance, holding it in place.
“It’s good that she got a taste of this,” Hermione said softly. “But now, I think it’s time we show her an example of how the experts do it?”
“Experts?” Harry asked, grabbing her butt. “You were a virgin this Summer.”
“That’s true,” Hermione said as she leaned down until their noses were brushing. “But I have plenty of experience being loved.”
She lowered her hips without moving their faces apart, starting to ride him. Pansy turned her head. Still dazed, she watched them, the “experts”, start to make love. And as she did, her hands slid down to her own crotch.
