Growth Spurt

"You—Ah!—really have to—Ah!—accept already!"

"Hmmm," Harry said. "I'm not as sure as you are."

Pansy tried to glare at him, but it didn't last long as Harry's fingers hit her g spot, making her cum with a loud moan. The two of them were laying in Harry's bed at the Burrow, equally naked, with their bodies tangled together.

"I'm not sure either," Hermione said, kneeling on Harry's other side. She reached over and took Harry's dick in her hands, rubbing the stiff shaft. "This is just too much for someone your age. You're still a student."

"He's not just a student!" Pansy said. "He's more than that. He has been for years, so it's nothing new. He can't keep acting like he's ordinary. He's not!"

Harry winced as he felt Hermione's fingers squeeze harder, jerking his dick much faster. It was still kind of pleasant, but in a different way.

"We're sixth years," she said. "We should be worrying about NEWTs, not wars."

"Saying that won't make your problems go away," Pansy said.

"I know, alright!"

Harry had to grab Hermione's wrist to stop her from squeezing him uncomfortably hard.

"Pansy's not wrong," he said.

"So are you going to do it?" Hermione demanded. "Just get up and leave Hogwarts, what… Forever?"

"If that's what it takes," Harry said quietly.

"You've already made your mind up!" Hermione accused.

"I haven't yet," Harry said. "I think Pansy might be right… But this decision is huge. It might be the biggest one I've ever made."

Harry wasted no time in telling his friends about the offer Scrimgeour made. He'd been evasive when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley asked, though. He loved them, but it was undeniable that they had more than their fair share of hero worship toward Dumbledore. Harry, meanwhile, had seen too much to consider the man as anything more than a powerful wizard trying his best.

It wasn't that he thought Dumbledore was evil. He just knew that Dumbledore tended to get embroiled in his own plans with multiple layers and plenty of secrecy. He wanted Harry to keep being a normal kid… But he wouldn't tell him why, and normal just wasn't cutting it anymore with Voldemort on the loose. How could Harry just go along with it if Dumbledore never explained why he should?

Hermione thought he was being reckless. She valued school above… well, most things in life honestly. Pansy, meanwhile, hadn't thought for two seconds before telling Harry to run to Scrimgeour with open arms. She could see all the connections he'd be able to develop, and the power he might be able to wield after years of being raised as a ministry protege, and made her decision on the spot.

This sparked more than a few debates over the last few days. Ginny had been avoiding them whenever Pansy was around, and Ron immediately told Harry to do what Harry thought was best, which left Hermione and Pansy as the undisputed advocates for either decision.

"What do they want you for, anyway?" Hermione asked. "Just to be some kind of poster boy?"

"I think that's the general plan," Harry said. "However, they want me badly, Hermione. I've got negotiating power here. Scrimgeour's already offering tutors! Imagine I could spend more time focusing on defense, and skip something like history of magic entirely!"

"Then you'd be better at fighting, but what about after the war?" Hermione asked.

"He's got to live that long before he can care," Pansy said.

Hermione let go of Harry's dick—her heart hadn't been in it for a while now—and glared at Pansy.

"Don't say that!" she shrieked.

"Why not?" Pansy sat up, glaring at her counterpart. "I'm not wrong."

The two got so close to each other's faces that Pansy's perky breasts squished into Hermione's fat ones. Both of them had their hands on their hips. Harry leaned back, beginning to jerk his own dick the way Hermione had been doing before.

"You two look like you're about to have the hottest sex of all time," he said. "If you are… make sure I can get a good angle.

"Be serious!" they both snapped at him.

Harry sighed. He reluctantly let go of his dick, grabbing their wrists and pulling them toward him. Both the girls fell forward against his thighs with loud squeaks.

"you've both got good points,' Harry said. "This isn't an easy decision. That's why I asked for multiple days to make it. I don't mind both of you sharing your thoughts. In fact, I love it, because you're both smart girls and I appreciate what you have to say. But I won't let this become some kind of cat fight. That doesn't help any of us."

Both girls were sufficiently cowed. They looked at each other over the top of his penis.

"Sorry," Hermione said. "You were just being honest."

"I… could've said it in a more polite manner, I suppose," Pansy said.

"Good!" Harry said. "Now kiss."

He meant it as a joke, planning to draw their ire back onto him before they could find a new excuse to be at his throat. Instead, Hermione started to look shy, and Pansy looked devious. They leaned in, mashing their lips together.

The kiss was instantly full of tongue. Pansy grabbed Hermione's fat breasts, while Hermione's fingers slid between her legs, digging into the Slytherin girl's insides.

The kiss only grew fiercer. Pansy slid one hand behind Hermione, getting a good grip on her brown hair. Hermione slid her fingers inside Pansy up to the knuckle. Harry could hear wet smacks as their tongues slapped against each other and clashed. Considering this was all happening pretty much in his lap, he'd be lying if he pretended he didn't find it EXTREMELY hot.

As the girls ran out of steam, they still didn't give up pawing at each other's body. Their kiss got sloppier, but no less passionate. Pansy was pulling Hermione's hair hard enough to sting her scalp; Hermione was fingering Pansy hard enough to leave Pansy short of breath. It was almost five minutes before they calmed down enough that Harry thought they would actually be able to hear him.

"Now that I think about it, I guess there was a lot of sexual tension, wasn't there," he said. "All that hallways feuding all these years. It got you both a little worked up."

He'd been amusing himself with his hand as he watched. Pansy and Hermione shared a look, then descended on him together.

Harry groaned as the girls started to take turns, Hermione deepthroating him before pulling back, letting Pansy do the same. By splitting the workload, they tired out a lot slower than if they'd been trying to handle him by themselves. It kept their jaws from getting sore too fast, too. Harry was having a grand time. With the way the two were switching, he was experiencing their different styles in a whole new way.

Hermione was his second earliest friend. She knew him perfectly, and it hadn't taken her body long to acclimate to his. No matter how big Harry was, she'd quickly learned just the right way to stuff his massive length inside her, because it was only natural for her to figure out something like that.

Pansy did not have this. She had been an enemy, or at least rival, for most of Harry's school life. That meant he didn't have to feel bad, however, when he made her body take him anyway. Pansy liked it rough; he liked giving it to Pansy rough. So he just kept stuffing his dick inside until her throat was forced into his shape… and at some point, Pansy had grown used to such treatment.

When Hermione went down on him, he felt her breasts press onto the tops of his legs. Her nipples were hard, but the rest of her skin was impossibly soft. Pansy's chest wasn't big enough to touch him, but she had a way of caressing his balls with her fingers that just drove Harry crazy. Hermione slid her fingers around Pansy's shapely bum, fingering her while she sucked on Harry. Having been close just from watching the girls kiss, Harry grabbed Pansy's head.

He used both strong hands to shove her down. This was one thing that Pansy still had Hermione beat at. Pansy was the ultimate willing (and even eager) sexual punching bag.

Harry glued her face down, refusing to let her up at all. He kept her pinned to his groin, squeezing her there until her pug nose was completely flat. Harry planted his feet on the bed, easing his hips up and down to shift his penis inside her throat. Pansy's eyes watered, accompanied by a thrilled little smile.

Harry came in her like this, filling her little throat to his heart's content. When he let go, allowing Pansy to come back up for air, Hermione had also let go of Pansy's crotch, her fingers now shining with traces of juices.

Hermione looked with wonder at what was on her fingers. "You could really cum from something like that?"

Pansy rolled her eyes, which were now surrounded by runny makeup. "You can't tell me it's not at least a little bit hot to be manhandled."

"Man… handled?" Hermione said.

Pansy's jaw dropped, and this time it wasn't even to accommodate a dick.

"Don't tell me you've never tried it!" she said. "You two are just lovey dovey every single time he fucks you?"

"It's not just like that!" Hermione said. "Sometimes Harry's more eager…"

"But he never just pins you down?" Pansy asked. "Fucks you into a puddle against a wall? Pounds you until you're paste? BREAKS you?"

"That doesn't sound very pleasant at all!" Hermione said.

Pansy grabbed Hermione's pussy, making the Gryffindor squeak.

"Liar," she said, lifting fingers which were now just as shiny as Hermione's.

"That's from the blowjob!" Hermione said.

"Sure it is." Pansy turned to Harry with a devious smile that reminded him of the kind she'd shown at Hogwarts. "You showed me the way you two have sex on my first night here. It was… better than I expected. But wouldn't you say it's only fair to show Hermione the way we do it?"

"Shall we?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione.

"I guess once wouldn't hurt," Hermione said.

Pansy laughed.

"Oh, it'll hurt!" she said. "But that's the best part."

Before Hermione could do more than look momentarily worried, she was on her stomach.

Harry had pushed her down. He loomed above her, and just as fast, thrusted inside her. Taking his dick was nothing new for Hermione, but the prone bone position was perfect for getting as deep as possible, and Harry didn't ease into this. He was moving rapidly from the very beginning, and that wasn't all he was doing.

Harry planted one hand on Hermione's lower back, easily keeping her pressed down, while he grabbed her hair with his other hand. He got a good grip on her brown frizzy mane and twisted, then yanked it back.

Hermione's head was pulled back with a sudden gasp.

She sounded scandalized… then came hard.

Hermione quickly began to gasp. Harry's hips were beating her backside with sufficient force to turn her cheeks pink. Pansy quickly took advantage of how Hermione's face was raised, crawling over and sitting in front of her, sticking her legs over Pansy's shoulders.

Harry loosened his grip on Hermione's hair. Now, he wasn't holding her head up, but if she lowered it she would be putting her mouth straight on Pansy's pussy. The only way for Hermione to catch her breath was to bend her head up, but you could only do that for so long. Soon she lowered her lead, sticking it right in Pansy's crotch. Pansy grabbed the back of her head, grinding it down.

"Now THIS is a better use for that mouth of yours than asking questions in class!" she screamed.

Harry slapped Hermione's ass, leaving handprints all across the upper parts of her pale jiggling globes. Pansy let Hermione up just long enough to take a deep breath, then buried her face back down, giggling the entire time.

She smirked at Harry over the top of Hermione, making a show of grinding his friend's face in her crotch. Harry couldn't deny that there was a thrill in doing things this way. It was a nice change of pace… and it wasn't bad to show Hermione a new thing or two.

Harry leaned over her body, planting both his hands on top of Pansy's. He pushed the way Pansy was pushing, but his much stronger arms pushed Hermione further in. Whatever her tongue was doing out of sight, Pansy gasped, her eyes fluttering. As his hips continued driving into Hermione's body, Pansy lost her composure, orgasming with a wild wail.

Harry felt Hermione cum again, possibly from the taste of Pansy, and Harry knew he was going to bust.

He pulled out of Hermione, but didn't move his dick far. Instead, he put his hands back on her ass, pressing her cheeks together, and pushed his dick between them like a taco. This was where Harry came, leaving his mark along Hermione's lower back. Pansy fell back, gasping from the cunnilingus Hermione hit her with, while Harry leaned back himself, catching his breath. Hermione remained face down, twitching with pleasure, his semen running in little white streams off of her sides.

Really, with advisors like these, Harry would have to make life changing decisions more often.

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