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Growth Spurt Chapter 28
🕑 Added 2025-01-19 03:51:43 +0000 UTCIt had taken years, but Hermione might have finally rubbed off on Harry. After all, he was actually enjoying time in the library!
It was probably because he was splitting his focus. Charms homework, while far from the worst class, was a bit dull. But while Harry finished his required essay on locator charms, he was also scanning books for something far more exciting: new spells.
Aberforth’s lessons were as intense as ever. Harry had been to the old man’s bar three times now, and Aberforth had deemed him roughly good enough to begin working on learning spells without the man’s oversight. In his words, Harry “probably wouldn’t hurt himself too badly through his own stupidity”. By Aberforth’s standards, that was a compliment.
Harry had chosen to do just as the man suggested. As he read through charms books, he was noting down any spells that seemed worth learning.
He didn’t have too many yet, though. The Hogwarts library was curated strictly, and perhaps unsurprisingly, they did not stock much in the way of harmful spells. It would be a problem if third years were dueling in the halls with real firepower, after all. The spells Harry found worth writing down all required a bit of creativity to make useful, like one that was intended to light torches which Harry thought might be able to make hair catch fire, and another that was like a brighter Lumos, which could be good for blinding unsuspecting dark wizards.
It was slow work, because for each of these he had to skim over at least twenty charms that were truly useless to him, but it felt like he was making progress, so he didn’t mind even if it was slow.
When a chair scraped back next to him, Harry expected Hermione. When he looked up and saw a pretty Indian witch, he expected Padma. But this Patil’s robes were red and gold.
“Charms homework?” Parvati asked.
“And a bit of extracurriculars,” Harry admitted. “What are you doing here?”
“Can’t I study?” she asked. “I know not all of us Gryffindor girls are Hermione, but we’re not all Lavender, either.”
Harry knew that Lavender was Parvati’s best friend, so he assumed the jest was in good spirits. She did sound very slightly cross with the blond, though, unless he was imagining things.
Parvati leaned over, looking down at the notes he was making.
“Are these for meetings?” she asked eagerly.
Parvati, like most of the D.A., had been eager for it to be restarted. She showed her enthusiasm again now, her face brightening as she thought she might be getting a peek at future lessons.
“Maybe indirectly,” Harry said. “I’m trying to expand my own list of spells. If I find anything really good, I’ll definitely share it! But the little I’ve got now isn’t really worth your time…”
“Lighting torches and making a flashing light?” Parvati said quizzically. “You could use those in a duel?”
“You might be able to,” Harry said. “There’s a better chance than there is for the other spells I ignored. I just haven’t found anything great yet.”
He noticed that as she read from his paper, Parvati wasn’t shy at all about their faces being close together. She even scooted her chair closer. As she reached out to flatten a page and read it, she “accidentally” brushed her fingers along Harry’s arm.
It was nothing too extravagant—certainly less flashy than her best friend’s strategy of flashing her tits—but he was getting good at picking up on signs of interest. He looked at the pretty witch in a different way, studying her exotic features. Parvati caught him looking.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Do you want to help me with this?” said Harry.
“Can I?” Parvati said.
“Sure,” said Harry. “If you find something useful before I do, I’ll even throw in a reward.”
Parvati stared at him. She gulped, her fingers shaking slightly.
“What kind of reward?” she asked.
Harry paused, appearing to think about it.
“I’ve got some chocolate frogs in my bag,” Harry said.
Parvati’s shoulders sank. “I like chocolate,” she said. “I’ll grab a book.”
She stood up and sauntered away to a shelf. Harry watched her ass as she did, noting the way it stood out through her robes. It was as nice as Padma’s; EXACTLY as nice, to be specific.
By the time Parvati returned, carrying a different book of charms, it was like Harry had never been looking.
Parvati sat down and cracked open the book, working dutifully from the very start. Harry was used to thinking of the girl as slightly flighty, so he was impressed by how efficiently she began to work. Maybe she really liked chocolate frogs.
Or maybe, she was just trying extra hard to impress a certain someone…
He smirked, looking at his own book again. Just because it hadn’t been useful yet, didn’t mean he was willing to stop yet. You never know when you might strike gold.
Minutes ticked by. After a while, Harry filled one scrap of parchment and went to grab a new one. He slid his chair to reach across the table to where the blank sheets were, making sure that the direction he scooted was straight toward Parvati.
Parvati pretended she wasn’t looking, but she peeked over from the corner of her eye as he got slightly closer. Her fingers, which had been drumming on the table, started tapping a bit faster.
The next interruption was over five minutes later, when Harry’s back suddenly got “very stiff”. In order to fix this, he leaned back, yawning and stretching.
His sleeves slid down his arms as he reached above his head. When they came back down, they slid outward, and one happened to rub the back of Parvati’s neck. The witch stiffened.
“Sorry,” Harry apologized.
“It’s alright!” she said quickly.
Harry hid his smile by ducking his head. The Slytherins had been a fun shag, as dirty as they were, but there was something fun about a bit of innocent teasing. It was hard to tease Daphne or Pansy when they got off on it.
Fifteen minutes after she arrived, Parvati’s face lit up.
“I’ve got it!” she said. “I found one that’s useful!”
Harry smiled, looking over. “Let’s hear it,” he invited.
“Aqua Erecto!” Parvati said proudly. “It creates a jet of water! You can use it to put out fires, but that’s not all. If you want to, you can use it to create a jet of water that can even push people around!”
“That sounds great!” Harry said. “Can you read the description!”
“Agua Erecto is a very versatile spell,” Parvati read aloud. “Due to it being able to summon different amounts of water, and expel it with varying amounts of force, it can be used for a variety of PURposes—”
Parvati’s voice spiked, before cutting off entirely. Her eyes were wide, and she bit down hard on her lower lip.
“Harry?” she gasped.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, smirking. “Why’d you stop?”
“Your hand…”
Underneath the table, Harry’s hand had slipped beneath Parvati’s robes. His fingers slid along her skin, and pushed through the lips of her pussy, sliding inside of her.
“This spell sounds great,” Harry said conversationally. “So I’m giving you your reward.”
Parvati’s eyes had gotten round. “What about the chocolate frogs?”
Harry grabbed one of the candies with his other hand, popping it into his mouth and chewing.
“I just said that I had them,” he said innocently. “I never specified those were your reward.”
His fingers pinched Parvati’s clit. The Indian witch gasped, her head jerking forward. The noise was loud enough that a few Hufflepuffs at the next table stopped and raised their heads.
“People are looking,” Parvati mumbled.
“And all they’ll see is two Gryffindors studying together,” Harry said. “Go on. Keep reading. If you can reach the end of the paragraph without cumming, I’ll make sure you get an extra special reward.”
Parvati hesitated. She looked around at the other students, and checked to see where Madam Pince was. The librarian was still at her desk. No one else was looking.
Parvati began to read again.
“It can be used for a variety of purposes, from extinguishing fires to other more inventive uses. Many shields are strong against physical attacks, but can still be surrounded, if a duelist fills the area with enough water.”
Parvati stopped, taking a deep and gasping breath as Harry prodded a specific part of her pussy.
“Keep going,” Harry said.
She looked like she wanted to say something, but in the end, only continued reading from the book.
“The speed of the water is its most useful quality. It is difficult to dodge when casted properly, and can turn the footing in an area treacherous. Because of these reasons, it is not recommended to practice this spell on other people unless one already has significant proficiency!”
Parvati screamed the last word, her head dipping forward. The Hufflepuffs looked over again, staring longer this time. Madam Pince said, “Shhhh!”
Parvati’s shoulders were shaking.
“How do you know all my most sensitive spots?” she whispered.
Harry smirked. “Like these?”
He poked a point that made Parvati’s whole body stiffen.
“Who knows?” Harry said. “Maybe I’m just making educated guesses.”
Twins were incredible, Harry decided. Who would have guessed that even their erogenous zones were identical? He might have never been with Parvati before, but Padma had already showed him just how wild she could get.
Setting her jaw, Parvati made a desperate final dash to finish the paragraph.
“The wand movement is as simple as pointing, although one must start from a certain distance back. As the water is being conjured, it takes a certain amount of mental focus to successfully cast, and the caster must also picture what form they want the water to take. If you’re interested in learning this charm, just make sure you’re not opposed to getting WET—”
With one last scratchy deep breath, Parvati came hard. Her thighs clamped down on Harry’s hand. Parvati’s whole body shook, and her eyelids fluttered. Only when the moment passed, and her reaction finished, did she look down at the book.
“I didn’t finish,” she said, staring at the last few sentences she hadn’t gotten to.
Harry pulled his hand out of her, his fingers glistening as he rested them on his lap.
“No extra reward for you,” Harry said, watching as Parvati’s face fell. “But that’s fine. I like bad girls just as much, see.”
She looked up, and when she did, Harry grabbed her neck, pulling her close with the hand that had plunged through her.
“Find the most hidden spot you can,” he whispered, “and I’ll find you.”
Parvati stood up very quickly. She walked away from him. And this time, when Harry watched her backside swaying, it was as she walked with an awkward gait, uncomfortable around the crotch region.
A few minutes later, Harry stood up. He finished his chocolate frogs. He stowed the books they had been reading, and packed up his homework. Then he strolled among the shelves, his eyes peeled for a certain witch.
It didn’t take him long. Parvati had picked out a spot deep into one corner, halfway between one wall and the entrance to the Restricted Section. The shelves formed something like a circle, leaving a small space that was almost invisible to anyone outside trying to look in.
“Good pick,” Harry said.
Parvati hadn’t been waiting idly. She had pulled her pants down her thighs and hiked up her robes, showing off everything from the top half of her dark thighs up to her bellybutton, including her pussy and ass.
She had two fingers shoved into her pussy, sliding in and out as she worked desperately to make herself feel good. From the look on her face, she hadn’t been able to replicate the way that Harry made her feel.
Harry set his bags down and looked around them.
“This is more private than I expected you to find,” he admitted.
“It’s Padma’s spot,” Parvati moaned.
Harry undid his belt.
“Padma’s spot for what?” he asked.
“She likes books!” Parvati gasped. “Especially the dirty kind! They have some in the restricted section, if you can get a pass. She takes them here, and touches herself like this.”
“Good to know.” Harry stepped up next to Parvati. “I’ll have to bring her here sometimes.”
Parvati looked surprised. Harry thrust into her quickly, making her moan.
“Have you slept with Padma?” she asked.
Harry’s hips clapped into hers, making her dark skin ripple. It was hot work with most of their robes on, but neither were willing to shed any more layers considering they were basically in public. Harry could still watch her excellent ass jiggle as he repeatedly made contact.
“How did you think I knew all your weak points?” he asked.
“That’s not fair!” Parvati moaned. “I was your Yule Ball date! How could you sleep with her first?”
Harry grabbed onto her dark hair, tugging it lightly until her chin rose up. Her insides were slick and ready for him, letting his cock slide through her easily and quickly with minimal work on his part.
“It wasn’t exactly planned,” Harry said. “She walked in on me finishing inside of Luna. There wasn’t much I could do at that point, when she decided she wanted a taste. Her roommates were with her too…”
Parvati was clearly imagining that scene: Harry fucking his way through four Ravenclaw girls in a row, one of them identical in appearance to her. It must have been a vivid image. She orgasmed as soon as she thought of it.
Parvati moaned, her voice echoing through the shelves around them. Harry planted his other hand over her mouth, only removing it when her voice had quieted.
“And Lavender?” she asked as soon as his hand was gone. “Why did she get to go first?”
“Because she made a move,” Harry said. “You could’ve joined, you know. If you stayed behind in the carriage on the first day of school…”
“You fucked then?” Parvati asked.
“Close to it,” Harry said. “But if it was both of you, I don’t think I would’ve made it in time for the feast at all.
Parvati cried out as Harry began thrusting harder. Her hands pushed too hard on the books of the shelf she was leaning against, sending them cascading to the floor. Only a silent, wandless muffling charm from Harry prevented a bang from ringing throughout the library. He blinked, slightly surprised he actually pulled that off, but was quickly distracted by the girl with him.
The more she came, the tighter Parvati was becoming. He’d never felt anything like it, even with her sister. Harry wondered just how long she had spent wanting him like this. With that thought in mind, it would just be wrong for him to disappoint her now.
His hand slid up her robe, squeezing her perky breasts through her bra. His grip was tight enough to make her moan lowly. Harry grinned, tugging even harder on her hair. When her pussy tightened, cumming again, he couldn’t hold back.
He thrust forward, deep inside her, letting her ride out her orgasm. Then, with pure willpower, he forced his hips back out. His seed splashed across Parvati’s dark ass, while her legs shook and struggled to hold up her weight.
As Harry sighed, the pleasure of his orgasm running through him, he couldn’t help but think that, maybe, he had been slightly neglectful. Here he was running around with Ravenclaws and Slytherins, setting up dates with Hufflepuffs…
It seemed like he was neglecting the girls closest at hand.
Harry leaned forward, biting Parvati’s ear before proceeding to whisper something to her.
When she heard him, her eyes turned as wide as dinner plates.
Then she nodded very excitedly.
