Growth Spurt Chapter 71

Since Harry got back to the Ministry, things felt different. As he walked around people were more likely to look at and talk to him. He obviously hadn’t been treated badly before, it just felt at times like everyone was only tolerating him. They thought he was nothing but a figurehead and a poster child while the adults did the real work. They hadn’t been wrong, because that WAS what Harry had been, despite wanting nothing more than to actually step into the field. Now, he’d finally proven himself.

“Morning, Harry,” said an Auror. Harry didn’t remember his name, but he was sure the man had been there in Hogsmeade.

“Morning,” Harry said back. 

The man gave him another respectful nod as they passed each other. 

“Look at you, becoming a bigshot,” Tracy said.

The two of them were walking back to Harry’s room after going to send an owl. She was still managing all of his finances, an arrangement that had worked excellently thus far, and she’d needed his signature for something. It was easy to feel cooped up living full time in the underground ministry, so Harry went with her to stretch her legs. Tracy found infinite amounts of amusement in how popular he’d suddenly become.

“Save just a few more towns, and we might be able to sell merch of you,” Tracy said. “It wouldn’t hurt to add a few more galleons to the vault.”

“Galleons?” Harry said. “Just how much are you planning to charge?”

“Enough,” Tracy said. “Just keep it in mind the next time you find yourself in a helpless hamlet beset by Death Eaters.” She watched another clerk give Harry an awed look as they passed each other. “I think the most impressive thing is your publicity. It’s so good that it’s almost scary.”

“My publicity?” Harry asked.

“The attack on Hogsmeade was three days ago,” Tracy said. “You were on the front page of the Daily Prophet less than a day after the attack itself. Rita’s insufferable if you make an enemy out of her, but it sure is nice to have her on your side.”

“That’s true,” Harry said.

After he and Rosmerta got better acquainted, Harry had given all the details via floo to Pansy and Tracey back at the Ministry. They got permission from the higher ups at the Ministry and sent the story straight to Rita Skeeter. From the sound of it, Rita got writing at 5 that morning as soon as they reached her. In as little time as humanly possible, the story of Harry’s heroics were released to the public.

Harry was worried that it wouldn’t be believed. Someone as young as him playing such a critical role in a battle seemed a little bit far-fetched, especially since there were so many trained aurors on the scene at the time. Except luckily for Harry, he’d forgotten something about the wizarding world.

They were more gullible than you would believe.

They ate up everything the Prophet wrote, whether it was calling him the next dark lord and Cedric Diggory’s murderer or proclaiming him a war hero. This time, everything they wrote was true, so for once Harry was glad that the paper’s stories were so readily accepted.

“Rita has definitely come in handy,” Harry said.

“She certainly did,” Tracy said. “So I took the liberty of setting up a reward for her.”

“You did?” Harry asked as they reached his room.

Tracey smirked and urged him into the room.

For some reason, Fleur was waiting for them on the couch. She was wearing a tight dress that you might expect to see on someone about to go on a date. When she saw them Fleur leaned forward and showed them her cleavage. She smiled flirtily and coaxed Harry with her finger. 

Harry looked at Tracy to figure out what was happening, only to earn himself a kiss on the lips. Tracey even slipped him some tongue.

“I’m not complaining, but what?” Harry said.

“Oh, honey, you say the silliest things!” Tracey said. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

She pushed him inside the room and shut the door. Harry wondered if someone cursed him and he didn’t notice. Or had he hit his head? The fuck was going on?

Fleur grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the couch. Harry’s confusion took a backseat to horniness as she straddled him with her boobs in his face. 

“Finally, she is gone,” Fleur said. “Come here.”

She kissed him, rubbing her boobs on him at the same time. Her crotch grinded against Harry, getting him hard. He grabbed Fleur’s ass. She twisted her head, moving her tongue inside his mouth before pulling back.

“I can tell you were waiting for me,” Fleur said. “Here. I must take care of you.”

She slid down onto her knees and kneeled between his legs. Pulling his dick out, Fleur started to suck on it, looking Harry directly in the eyes. He moaned and leaned back.

By chance, when he did, he spotted a dark shape on the ceiling. Harry squinted. His eyesight was poor, but with the help of his glasses he managed to make out a large bug. A beetle.

Harry’s mind raced. The last thing Tracey said before this odd act started was that she was giving Rita a reward. It felt like he was caught in the middle of a play right now, with Fleur and Tracey playing roles. And if Rita was here in hiding, watching it…

“Am I supposed to be cheating?” Harry asked. 

Fleur slid her lips to the top of his dick, trailing red lipstick behind them.

“Don’t you remember?” Fleur asked. “Your girlfriend just said goodbye. But I know that I am the love of your life! You cannot stay away from me.”

So that was what they were pretending. A celebrity in an affair with a part veela. It was the kind of story Rita must’ve sought out tons of times as a reporter… only it was fake this time. What did she get out of that? It’s not like she’d get an article out of it. Unless…

Harry got a sudden idea. “Sorry, Fleur.”

Fleur cocked her head. “For what?”

“Messing up your hair,” he said.

He grabbed her using two hands and made her kiss his crotch.

“Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!” Fleur gagged.

Her dress came loose as she was throat fucked, her titties popping out. Her lipstick went everywhere on Harry’s dick. Despite her throat being violated, Fleur’s appearance really didn’t look worse for wear at all, so Harry didn’t feel guilty about pushing her faster.

“GLUK! GLUK! GLUK!”

It was hard to take his eyes off the gagging French stunner, but Harry forced himself to. He looked up in time to watch the beetle fly from the ceiling to the armrest nearby. Rita wanted to get closer. Harry was increasingly sure that this was a show for her benefit.

Why? He felt that he was starting to have an inkling. Across her long career, chasing unfaithful married wizards and witches must have developed into a kink. Rita didn’t just do it for work anymore, she got off on it. Even if she knew it was fake, it was still a turn on. And what could be hotter as an affair than the boy who lived with a sexy older veela?

Rita had done very well with how quickly she spread word of his exploits. It deserved a proper reward. Tracey really should have explained this to him, but maybe she wanted his surprise to feel authentic. Either way, now that Harry understood what was going on, he might as well lean into the show.

“You’re the best, Fleur,” Harry said. “You can always handle anything I throw at you.”

To prove it, he stood up. He grabbed Fleur’s wrists and held them above her head, forcing her back straight and making her breasts stick out. Harry’s hands weren’t on her head anymore, but he didn’t need to move it. Instead he thrusted like they were having sex, using her mouth like a pussy.

“GAKH! GAKH! GAKH!”

Rita was still getting closer. It was dangerous in her beetle form when she could be crushed, so she started to fly. Doing loops around Harry and Fleur, she watched from every angle as he abused the throat of his “mistress”. Fleur’s eyes finally started to water. Spit dripped down her lips to her chin. She shut her eyes, accepting Harry’s fierce love.

Soon his cum was squirting down her throat. Harry left his dick down Fleur’s throat until the semen stopped flowing. Despite everything, as soon as he was stationary, Fleur started licking his shaft while it was in her mouth, taking initiative again. She cracked her eyes open, gazing lovingly at Harry. That part she didn’t have to act for.

Harry leaned back, sitting down on the couch and pulling his dick out of her. Fleur stood up and shimmied out of her dress. It took extra work to get it over her child-bearing hips. Watching that made Harry want to knock her up.

Later, he reminded himself. After the war. When it was safe.

Fleur climbed onto the couch and straddled him again, this time without clothes between them. She pushed her platinum hair back and stared into his eyes.

“Go on,” Harry said. “Make love to me.”

“Any time,” Fleur said.

She rode him as if trying to fracture his hips. The view from behind must’ve been excellent. Harry wasn’t speaking just from conjecture; Rita was hovering behind Fleur, watching her ass ripple as she bounced on his dick.

Harry grabbed Fleur’s breasts and squeezed them, pulling them to his mouth. Fleur put her hands on the top of the couch to support herself. Harry bit her nipples, tugging on them until they were swollen. Her hair was hanging down and tickling his cheeks.

“Give it to me!” Fleur said. “Inside, mon amor!”

With the way she was riding him, it didn’t take that long for him to give her a first load. It exploded in her depths, painting her insides in wet spunk.

Fleur kept riding him, because Harry was still hard and both of them were horny and eager. His cum leaked out of her, dripping from the edge of her slit. Fleur was howling. You could hear her thighs clapping against Harry’s body. It was too much for Rita.

She transformed into a human, appearing already nude, and dropped to her knees straight away. She pressed her mouth to Fleur’s crotch and licked away the juices from both of them that dripped out, getting a taste of his cum and Fleur’s pussy fluids. She even put her tongue to Fleur’s asshole.

“Ou la la,” Fleur moaned. “She is a nice addition!”

Fleur was in on this whole show, then. That was the only explanation for her not freaking out about the sudden appearance of Rita. 

“She’s got her uses,” Harry said. “Even if her tastes are kind of strange.”

Fleur grinned at him. “I do not think they are strange at all! Anyone would be thrilled to watch the two of us fuck. Bill would probably pay for the chance.”

Harry rolled his eyes. Veela really blurred the line between confidence and arrogance.

“There is a problem, though,” Fleur said. “This is supposed to be rewarding her, is it not?”

“She looks pretty happy down there,” Harry said, looking around Fleur’s narrow waist to watch Rita move her mouth between his balls and Fleur’s asshole.

“Perhaps,” Fleur said. “But she could be rewarded so much better!”

She pushed herself off of him. Harry immediately missed the feeling of her gooey hot insides. Fleur slid herself back and half jumped off the couch. She pushed her pussy onto Rita’s face, and her weight sent Rita onto her back. In the end Rita was flat on the ground with Fleur sitting on her face, a place that any man would murder for the chance to experience.

“Come down ‘ere and fuck ‘er,” Fleur said in the thickest accent Harry had heard from her in a while.

Harry listened to Rita slurping under Fleur. Instead of trying to get free, she was adjusting to her new position by eating Fleur out. With how much cum Harry pumped in there, she could probably strongly taste him.

Harry got onto his knees between Rita’s legs. She was a little chubby, which made her look tubby compared to Fleur, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hot. She had big assets and thick thighs. Harry put his dick in her and stretched her pussy out, squeezing her thighs until they hand finger marks on them.

Fucking Rita was loud because every thrust made her thighs and moderate tummy jiggle. Fleur was moving her hips on Rita’s face, grinding down. She decided to start playing with the reporter’s boobs. They were almost as big as Fleur’s boobs, they just didn’t have as nice a shape. Fleur pinched and pulled Rita’s nipples.

“This must be what she really wanted,” Fleur declared. “Watching cheating couples must have aroused her. At some point, she just wanted to join in! Won’t you give this poor, starving woman some relief, Harry?”

“Sure,” Harry said. “We’ll give her all the relief she can handle.”

His dick made Rita feel like a virgin. It was so big that even slightly loose snatches felt extremely tight. He could feel his tip slamming her womb when he thrusted. Rita might’ve been moaning, Harry couldn’t tell with Fleur’s pussy blocking her mouth. He definitely knew she was cumming. Almost every thrust he could feel her insides twitching for him. It felt great. 

Harry and Fleur used her from both ends. When Harry was fired up, his stamina was almost scary. After giving Fleur two loads, he dumped three more inside of Rita’s pussy, turning her cunt into a mess of cum. Fleur wasn’t shy about cumming on Rita’s face, either; she squirted so much that when the two of them finally quit and got off Rita, Rita’s blond hair was wet and her face was shiny. Between her legs cum was dripping from her cunt. She was smiling.

“So, Rita,” Harry said. “I assume we can count on you in the future?”

Fleur giggled.
“Harry?” Fleur said. “I do not think she can hear you.”