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Growth Spurt Chapter 39
🕑 Added 2025-02-08 04:08:39 +0000 UTCThe day of the fateful match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor was not much nicer than that dreary, stormy evening had been.
It wasn’t wet, at least. There was that. But it was frigidly cold, enough to bite into their skin when the players walked onto the field, let alone when they mounted their brooms and flew around in preparation.
Harry took a deep breath. A cloud formed in front of his lips as he exhaled, and he idly watched the Ravenclaw team run through a set of drills for their warm-up. The stands were filling, and the match would soon begin.
He wasn’t entirely sure why he agreed to Cho’s little bet. It seemed strange to him, now. It wasn’t like going to Hogsmeade with a gorgeous witch was a punishment, so he wasn’t scared about losing, but he thought that she had given up on him. After them mess last year, he’d sure tried to put it all out of his own head.
He should probably warm up as well. Behind him, the Chasers were running through passing patterns while the Beaters smashed Bludgers back and forth across the pitch.
Harry slowly glided up, until he’d climbed so high that he entered the lowest of the gray clouds. He tightened his grip on his broom. Leaning back, his broom flipped over, until he’d done something like a backflip. When the nose of his broom was aimed straight toward the ground, he accelerated.
His glasses had been stuck to his face with a charm before he climbed on his broom, which was the only thing keeping them attached to his face. His hair scattered in all sorts of directions. Harry smiled.
The ground came up fast. The green pitch was suddenly filling his face, close enough that Harry could catch the scent of cut grass. He pulled up with his whole body.
His broom evened out, but it was such a close thing that the bottoms of his feet touched the grass. Harry casually exited the Wronski Feint, floating back up to where he started.
It wasn’t until he heard applause that he realized he hadn’t exactly been off of people’s radars.
The stands were fuller than they had been before. Some students were pointing at him, while others just clapped. The Ravenclaw team had even stopped to stare. Cho caught him looking, and turned away.
Soon, Madame Hooch arrived to start the game.
Her shrill whistle set all the players flying. The Chasers rushed for the Quaffle, while the Beaters began their physical work. The commentator had begun speaking, but Harry didn’t recognize him. With Lee Jordan having graduated at the end of last year, someone else had to step in.
All of Katie’s practicing showed. Gryffindor’s chasers were simply better than their counterparts, who weren’t slouches themselves. The Beaters worked well together. Gryffindor pulled to an early lead of 30 points. Which left Harry floating around lazily, scratching his face as he waited for the Snitch to show itself.
Cho was being proactive. She soared around the pitch, her head on a swivel, searching for a single flash of gold. Harry, meanwhile, spent a while sitting directly above the halfway line on the field. It sure was cold. If he hadn’t gone for so many runs in similar weather, he would have been shivering. As it was, he found himself a bit bored.
Harry always loved Quidditch. It was one of his favorite things in the entire Wizarding World. But he had never really gotten into following professional teams the way Ron did with the Chudley Cannons. That was because, as Harry was realizing, he really just loved to fly.
Beating Malfoy was fun, and it could be a ton of fun bringing something like a Quidditch Trophy home for Gryffindor House. But it was all just a game. Winning and losing didn’t feel important in the same way it once did to him.
Still, Harry’s teammates were relying on him. And Cho, for whatever reason, was clearly motivated. It would be rude not to try.
So Harry peeled his eyes. While his Chasers put Gryffindor further into the lead, he did his best to spot the Snitch, and did so at the same time as Cho.
It was directly above the stands, almost flitting through the hair of spectators. Cho accelerated. Harry accelerated faster.
He sped straight toward the students, turning his broom up sharply and blowing their hair around with the wind he created. He caught up with the Snitch quickly. It bounced around, making itself difficult to catch. Although he didn’t show it outwardly, Harry paused.
In the same way not trying was a bit insulting, beating Cho too easily also seemed rude. Ever since his body improved so much overnight, and he started to build proper adult muscles, he’d discovered just why Quidditch stars trained so hard physically. Every part of flying and playing got easier when his body got bigger and stronger. It was to the point that Cho, a Seeker who gave him trouble in past years, was honestly not a threat anymore.
Harry decided to make it seem close.
He reached a hand toward the Snitch, but missed narrowly on purpose. Cho caught up. She flew right at his side, her own hand reaching out.
Harry moved his broom sideways, jostling her. He only meant for it to be a light touch, but Cho was knocked heavily off course. She set her jaw and came back, aiming for the Snitch again.
The Snitch took an unexpected turn and moved away from the bleachers. The two Seekers followed it. The score had Gryffindor in the lead, but not by so much that the Snitch wouldn’t win the game for Ravenclaw if Cho captured it.
Harry was distracted enough giving Cho a chance that he barely noticed an opposition Beater send a Bludger at him. It was slower than what the Weasley twins could manage, Harry noticed idly. As it came closer, instead of dodging, he simply grabbed it with his hand, letting it smack into his palm. He threw it into Cho’s path, who was forced to veer off.
That was good enough. Harry’s broom lurched forward. He snagged the Snitch by one of its fluttering wings, holding it up for everyone to see.
The crowd erupted. Cho looked crushed. Harry flew down to the ground as the rest of his team mobbed him.
The next part was, frankly, a blur. His team was all around him, congratulating him. Then, when that finished, students from his house caught them on the way to the locker room to congratulate them again. It was pleasant, just in a disorienting way. Most of them Harry didn’t even know personally, and some of the girls weren’t big on personal space.
When the team finally made it all the way to the changing rooms, they all stripped and took their showers. Harry lingered, enjoying the warm water. He felt melancholic, in a way. Quidditch had been such a part of his childhood that having an anticlimax like that made him feel kind of hollow. No one complained when he lingered in the shower long after the others.
By the time Harry left and went back into the main room with a towel wrapped around his waist, he found that it wasn’t as empty as he expected it to be.
Katie Bell was there, fully dressed and standing next to a bashful Cho Chang. Katie had her hands on her hips.
“This one was loitering outside,” Katie said. “She was talking about some kind of bet? I figure you’ll know what she means.”
“I do,” Harry said.
“Good,” Katie said. “I hope you straighten her out.”
“I don’t need straightening out!” Cho protested.
But Katie was already gone.
Sighing, Harry walked over to one of the benches. He was still wearing just a towel, but it wasn’t like him to feel embarrassed by that.
“You won,” Cho said.
“Just about,” Harry said. “That Bludger saved me.”
“No it didn’t,” Cho said.
“What?” Harry asked.
“You were just playing with me, weren't you?” Cho shook her head. “Never mind. It doesn’t really matter anyway. You won the bet. Tell me what you want!”
Harry remained silent. When he didn’t answer, Cho frowned.
“You didn’t forget our bet, did you?” she demanded.
“I didn’t forget,” Harry said. “But it was so vague. You’ll do one thing I want? That could be anything.”
“You didn’t think about it ahead of time?” Cho said, sounding disappointed. “Nothing immediately comes to mind?”
She had taken a shower herself. Harry could see that her hair was still wet. She was staring at his upper body, since it didn’t have a shirt to cover it up.
“Hmmmm,” Harry said. “I think, for my one favor…”
Cho waited with baited breath.
“...I’ll take you to Hogsmeade this month.”
“What?” she squawked. “But that’s not…”
She looked surprised, and very disappointed. Harry smirked. Suddenly he stood up, making his tower flutter.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “That’s what you would’ve gotten if you won the bet. So why are you disappointed? Could there have been something else you were hoping for?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Cho squeaked.
But Harry was closing the distance now, his arms swinging at his sides, and she didn’t back away. Cho was wearing Ravenclaw robes, but they were tied loosely, giving a great view of her pale neck and upper chest.
“You keep staring at my body,” Harry said. “I haven't missed that. You suddenly started all of this, when YOU were the one that called things off last year. And you don’t even want to go to Hogsmeade, even though that’s what the bet was supposed to be about. Or you want something else MORE at least.” He reached down, pinching a few strands of her hair and lifting them up, sniffing them while making eye contact with her. “You even showered before coming here, where you could catch me alone. You can see what I’m thinking.”
Cho didn’t answer right away. Her gorgeous, Asiatic features that made her one of the most sought after girls at the entire school looked concerned. Finally, eventually, she blurted, “Please, Harry, I can’t take it anymore!”
Harry was surprised enough that he didn’t respond. Cho kept going.
“After… After Cedric,” she said, “I tried to stay away from guys. It didn’t feel right. But I tried something with you, and it really didn’t work. I haven’t even gone on a date since then. But I’m not… I can’t… My body can't take it!”
She grabbed Harry’s wrist, and to his great surprise, plunged his hand down through her robes to her crotch. His fingers wrapped around her skin reflexively. She was absolutely soaking, soppingly, WET.
As she felt his touch Cho moaned very loudly and shook from head to toe. She moaned loudly, squeezing his wrist. She looked up into his eyes with an impassioned gaze.
“I’m SO horny,” she pleaded. “Please, Harry. I don’t care if you use the stupid bet or not. Just… Just fuck me.”
There are some things a man cannot turn down, even out of respect for the dead, and one of those is your hot as shit first love begging for your dick. Harry’s dick became hard in an instant as he wrapped his arm around Cho’s back.
He carried her to the lockers, where he had fucked Demelza earlier in the week, but he did it in a peculiar way. Harry wrapped one hand around Cho’s upper back, holding her close to him, while the hand she had placed on her crotch did the actual lifting. Cho was left with her feet dangling, suspended by a hand planted firmly on her pussy. She was so backed up that by the time Harry brought her to the side of the room, she had already cum once.
Cho’s eyes were lidded as he set her against the lockers. He gave her one of his fingers, which she readily sucked on. Meanwhile, his fingers down in her crotch actually sunk inside of her folds. They squelched along Cho’s insides, pinching her clit and stimulating her.
Cho screamed like she was being murdered, in a good way. As her mouth opened, Harry pulled his fingers out. They were wet with saliva. So he swapped hands, using juices from Cho's mouth to lubricate a new expedition inside of her pussy. With his free hand, Harry began to undress her.
Cho grabbed his forearm with both of her hands as she moaned and exclaimed her pleasure. She leaned forward, laying her forehead on Harry’s shoulder. She didn’t complain as Harry undid her robes, letting them fall down around her body. On the contrary, she only got wetter.
Suddenly, Cho let out a gargling gasp. Harry pulled his fingers out of her in time to let her squirt all over the floo, orgasming hard enough that she was left with a shortness of breath.
“Penis,” Cho moaned. “Please?”
Who was Harry to stand in front of such an eloquent request from a lady?
He spun her around, mashing her surprisingly big breasts against the cool metal of the locker. Not wasting time, Harry yanked loose the knot of his towel and let it fall to the floor. He pushed his erection forward, teasing Cho’s entrance.
She moaned and gasped loudly. Her legs shook, she was so desperate for the feeling of a man. Harry wasn’t willing to tease her any longer. He grabbed her fit, effeminate ass with both hands and pushed his length inside her.
With Cho bent over in this position, the size difference between them really stood out. Harry looked like Hagrid beside her, while her petite and narrow torso jutted forward. From this perspective it seemed like Harry’s cock must have been going halfway up her stomach. From the noises Cho was making, you might really believe that was happening, too.
“Take me Harry!” she begged. “I need it! I need it so bad!”
Her orgasms hadn’t gotten any less frequent. The long dry spell she had gone through was almost tangible. Harry squeezed her soft, pale, globe-like ass cheeks as he fucked her.
Splatter from Cho’s old orgasms was streaming down her legs. She was gasping and almost sobbing, but when she looked back, she had a wide smile on her face, as if this was the best day of her life.
“You knew you were going to lose the bet, didn’t you?” Harry asked.
Cho gasped. “You’ve always been a better Seeker! I’ve never beaten you.”
Harry released one of her ass cheeks, just to give it a good smack.
“And did that turn you on?” he asked.
“It did,” Cho admitted. “So much. Earlier, when you hit me on the broom, you weren’t even trying. But I was launched. And no matter how hard I try to get the Snitch, you’re always there first. Oh, Harry, I want you to toy with me! Toy with my body exactly like you toyed with me earlier!”
Harry blinked as he realized what was meant as a nice gesture had turned into something different. Not only had Cho caught him going easy on her, it seemed to have given her an awakening. Was he really such a good Seeker that he drove the competition to machisism?
Apparently.
He spun Cho around so that she was facing him, grabbing and hoisting one of her legs in the process. He was thrusting into her pussy at an angle, striking completely new spots inside of her. He watched her gorgeous face, the first face he fell for, show pure and unmitigated pleasure because of HIS penis. Her breasts bounced around her chest. The lockers behind her rattled as her body was shoved against them.
“Harry,” Cho moaned. “Harry. Harry!”
She hurled her head back, throwing her damp hair against the lockers, as she came again.
There was something different, Harry decided, between an imitation—even a very good one—and the real thing. He remembered Tonks sneaking into his room in Cho’s form, of course. That was the moment when his life first started to change for the better. But there was something about Cho’s moans, and the way she reacted to each one of his motions, that reminded him this was ACTUALLY Cho. This was his first love, the one he thought got away.
And now she was his.
Harry fucked Cho hard enough that her thick ass started to leave a shallow dent in the thin metal of the lockers. He growled while Cho moaned, relentlessly piercing through her insides. All the sexual tension between the two of them had finally melted away, turning into something tangible, and it felt incredible.
“You can do it inside,” Cho gasped.
But Harry had already yanked himself free from her depths. His hand pressed against Cho’s crotch, his thumb rubbing her clit, bringing her to an orgasm of her own while Harry came all over her body.
Cho didn’t seem to mind this alternative. She happily dragged both her hands up her body, the palms flat, wiping up as much semen as possible. Looking into Harry’s eyes, even as her weakened legs gave out, she licked each palm and every finger clean.
“We can go again,” she moaned tiredly.
She was looking at Harry’s dick, which was still hard despite its orgasm, owing to his intense. But he was looking at her, the way Cho seemed seconds from passing out. Harry shook his head.
“It’s alright,” he said.
“But—” Cho started to say.
“It’s alright,” he repeated, helping her to stand.
One more round wasn’t going to finish off his stamina anyway, so it wasn’t like it made a difference. And one more round looked like all Cho could handle… if that.”
“You know,” Harry said as Cho accepted his help. “I restarted the D.A. recently…”
“I know,” Cho admitted softly. “I noticed the Galleon activate.”
“You still have it on you?” Harry asked, surprised.
Cho looked away. “I stopped for a while. But yes, I started carrying it again.”
“And you didn’t want to come?” Harry asked.
“I didn’t think I would be welcome,” Cho admitted quietly.
“Give it a try,” Harry encouraged her. “If you’re still worried, then just earn back the others’ trust.”
“You think I could?” Cho asked, surprised.
“Easily,” Harry said. “If you try your best.”
“Alright,” Cho said. “I’ll do it.” She leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek that was a bit wetter than was polite. “Especially if it might earn me some extra lessons.”
Harry smiled. Marietta would never be welcome in the D.A. again. Not after what she did. And considering the scars Hermione left her with, he doubted Marietta would ever try. But Cho hadn’t actually betrayed them, she just tried to make excuses for the one who did. If she genuinely felt bad, and worked hard, Harry meant what he said. She’d be welcomed back with open arms.
It would be great to get another founding member back.
For the first time, Harry wondered just how big the D.A. could eventually grow.
