Harry Potter and the Year of Growth Ch.5 (Harry Potter)

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Summary: Harry gets Daphne into his bed along with Hermione, but it doesn't exactly go to plan. They get some information on why Harry seems to be different from other wizards.

Harry found himself back in his bed, sitting against the headboard with his legs spread to make room for the two kneeling witches he had dragged to the dorm.

It was strange to see Hermione speak in her usual bossy tone with his cock in her hands. Harry had initially wanted to get straight to shoving his dick into Daphne, but her reaction to seeing his cock had changed that plan.

It was never a good feeling for a guy when the girl he’s about to fuck flinches back and yells, “What is that!”

Yes… that was Daphne’s reaction to Harry’s cock. It actually made Harry a little insecure for a moment until Daphne shrieked, “It’s so big!”

So that reaction led to the impromptu lecture that Hermione was giving Daphne, using Harry’s cock as a prop.

“Honestly, Daphne. Did you really think that Harry would be as disappointing as the wizard you slept with? I already told you that I needed help with Harry, so why are you so shocked?”

The previously aloof bombshell looked like a flustered schoolgirl, “I don’t know Granger. Maybe because there is no way that would ever fit in me!”

Hermione rolled her eyes and proved her wrong on the spot. She shoved Daphne to the side so Harry’s cock would be in a position to take in easily and sucked the entire shaft into her throat. Hermione glanced at Daphne proudly when her nose was buried into Harry’s pubes. She had a smug look in her eyes, well, as smug as it can be with a cock stretching her lips.

Hermione clearly wasn’t focused on Harry’s pleasure since she pulled back after just a few seconds. Hermione’s mouth released his cock with a loud pop before she sat back up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Still think that it won’t fit?”

Daphne looked back at Harry’s cock. Nothing had changed except that Hermione’s spit now gave it a nice shine. Daphne asked, “Was that supposed to change my mind? I don’t know how you swallowed that monster, Granger, but there is no way it’ll fit in me.”

While the two witches argued, Harry watched both of them like it was a tennis match. His eyes bounced back and forth between the two as they argued about how big his cock was. This wasn’t what Harry expected when he asked Daphne to join, but he was sort of enjoying this. Hermione kept saying that his cock was the perfect fit, while Daphne insisted it was too massive. Both opinions greatly stroked Harry’s ego.

Harry cleared his throat to get their attention and said, “I love what both of you are saying, I really do, but my cock is getting cold from your spit Hermione. Let Daphne try and see for herself if she can handle me.”

Hermione smacked her forehead, “Of course, I don’t know why I was even arguing with you, Daphne.”

She moved aside and pulled Daphne into her previous spot and said, “Well, let’s see what you can do.”

Daphne bit her plump lip before bending down while gently grasping Harry’s shaft, pointing the intimidating cock toward her open mouth. This was a view that Harry could get used to, and it was precisely what he had imagined when he invited Daphne into his bed.

While Hermione had delicious curves that made Harry drool, Daphne looked like she had been blessed by a fertility goddess.

Daphne’s every single movement, no matter how slight, made her fat arse shake enticingly. Plus, bending over between Harry’s legs just gave him a better view of her wobbling cheeks. Harry couldn’t help himself and reached out to give her right cheek a sharp smack.

Unfortunately, that shocked Daphne enough to make her flinch back from his cock with a squeal. Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry, “Can’t you wait? Let her see how she does with your cock before you start groping her.”

Harry raised his hands in surrender, “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t resist. Just look at that thing!”

Hermione ignored him and nodded at Daphne like she was the teacher giving a student permission. Which honestly wasn’t too far from the truth at this point.

Daphne licked her lips and shuffled closer before opening her mouth wide to slide the tip of Harry’s cock inside. Hermione gave Harry a sharp look when he went to push Daphne’s head down, “No outside help! She should see how far she can go without you trying to fuck her face .”

Harry groaned, partly from Hermione’s order and partly from the feeling of Daphne’s warm mouth. He said, “Merlin Hermione! You’re making this too much like a class. I just want to have fun.”

Hermione huffed at him, “You can have fun after I see how far she can take you.”

Harry grunted when Daphne gagged a little when his cock hit the entrance of her throat. When she backed away, Hermione gained a look of satisfaction on her face and said, “Hmph, so not even a third of the shaft.”

Daphne glared at Hermione before trying to cram more cock into her mouth. She tried her best but clearly couldn’t take much more. Daphne looked up at Harry with teary blue eyes before grabbing his hand and putting it on the back of her head.

Just as Harry was about to push Daphne down, Hermione said warningly, “You better not do what you’re about to.”

Harry looked away from the beautiful sight of Daphne’s filled mouth to face Hermione. Without breaking eye contact, Harry slowly started to pull Daphne face down his cock. He stared into Hermione’s amber eyes with a smirk as Daphne gagged and convulsed around the cock forcing its way down her throat. Harry looked down to see how much more was left to go, and there was only a tiny bit left before Harry’s balls would be pressed into Daphne’s chin.

“Almost there, Daphne. Are you ready to match what Hermione did?”

Daphne purred in agreement, but the hum in her throat made Harry involuntarily twitch his hips into her face. Daphne let out a muffled squeal when her face was buried right where Hermione’s had just been. Her nose was plunged into Harry’s pubes, and her chin was used as a resting place for his ballsack.

“Ohhh, Merlin. Your throat is so fucking tight!”

Hermione glared at Harry as he closed his eyes in pleasure from Daphne successfully throating him. When he started to twitch erratically, Hermione saw that Daphne was lightly tugging and playing with the balls pressed into her chin.

Not before long, Daphne’s extra effort saw Harry slowly fucking his cock into her mouth. It was much slower than the speed to would fuck Hermione, but Harry was pretty sure that Daphne couldn’t handle what he would do to Hermione's mouth. After a few minutes of using Daphne’s throat, Harry hilted his cock before reaching out to grab a handful of the arse that was swaying in the air in front of him. Then Harry let loose.

Daphne was fed spurts of cum that never seemed to end. The surprising part for her was that she eagerly gulped it down like it was her favorite snack. It felt like Daphne had swallowed for minutes before Harry started to pull out. Even then, Daphne made sure to suck out all the cum that she could.

By the time Harry’s cock was unsheathed entirely from Daphne’s mouth, she looked to be utterly drunk on the feeling that Harry’s cum gave her.

It was at this point Hermione spoke again, “It’s crazy how good it feels, right? That’s why I don’t think I’ll ever need to go seek another man for sex.”

Even with Daphne’s cum-drunk mind, Hermione's last sentence made her feel like she had been struck by lightning. Daphne’s mind ran through what she just experienced, and her face paled in fright. Trying to slide discreetly away from Harry, Daphne nervously stammered, “Y-Yes, he is outstanding. I-I’m actually going to tell Tracy about how good he is if you both don’t mind….”

Harry and Hermione stared in bemusement as Daphne redressed herself with magic and practically spirited out of their dorm room.

Harry asked, “… Was it something I did? I thought Daphne wanted me to do that.”

“I don’t think it was you,” Hermione said after a minute, “But that was strange.”

Harry nodded while scratching his head in confusion. He was a little disappointed that he wasn’t able to get that body, but there was always another day. However, Hermione did say something that pleased him.

“So… You don’t need other men for sex, huh?” Harry said with a smirk.

His amusement quickly dropped when Hermione replied, “Oh, don’t be silly. I know we’re not exclusive, Harry. I mainly said it to show how good you are to Daphne. I mean, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't.”

Harry smiled tightly at that. He could just ask Hermione to be exclusive, but then he’ll lose out on all the witches that he hadn’t fucked so far. In the end, Harry decided to make sure to keep Hermione fulfilled until he’s ready to give up other witches.

Meanwhile, Harry pointedly ignored the small voice telling him that he’s playing a risky game.

[Break]

It’s been a few days since Daphne ran off, and ever since then, she had been blatantly ignoring both Harry and Hermione. Harry couldn’t figure out why and while he was a little down over it, Hermione was there to take it off his mind.

There was some exciting news, though. Today was the first day that every person in Harry’s year finished the ‘growth.’ All the students were told to gather in the Great Hall for some sort of meeting that the professors made mandatory to attend.

Harry stood with the rest of the Gryffindors with Hermione and Ron beside him like always. He looked around at the unfamiliar faces curiously to see if there was any worth pursuing, and thankfully, it looked like quite a few choices were available.

There was Susan Bones from Hufflepuff, who had somehow grown tits the same size as Daphne, and Harry’s mind fell to the gutter with fantasies of both of them tit-fucking him simultaneously. He would have actually drooled if Ron hadn’t elbowed him with a knowing smirk. There were also the Patil twins… and that should be enough. Even if they hadn’t been too attractive, twins were enough of a turn-on… but these two Indian-born witches were hot as fuck. With dusky skin and buxom figures, they would be the favorites of many wizards in the school. Harry put them on a list as a must-have and kept pursuing the halls until the professors came in.

Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall clapped their hands twice to get everyone’s attention. After the muttering quieted down, the Gryffindor head said, “We’ll be talking about the ‘growth.’ I know that some of you know what we are about to tell you, but the majority of you will be learning this for the first time.”

Harry saw Draco preen before saying in a loud voice, “Then those of us that already know should be able to leave.”

Dumbledore chided him, “Now, now, Mr. Malfoy. This won’t take long, and it won’t hurt to make sure you remember everything you were told in childhood.”

Professor McGonagall continued, “If we’re done with the interruptions, I’ll give you the basics and point out the books in the library if you’d like more information. Now, the ‘growth,’ as we call it, started to occur a few centuries ago. We witches and wizards used to mature at the same rate as the muggles before then, but our puberty had changed to happen in a single night for reasons unknown. Along with that come the frankly ridiculous levels of hormones that you are all experiencing. Some of you might think that the promiscuity that we show is a negative thing, but it almost always tends to help us find our life partners.”

Hermione shot her hand up and waved it around to get the professor’s attention. With a small sigh, McGonagall said, “Yes, Ms. Granger?”

“That's all fascinating, professor, but why does Harry’s cum taste so good?”

Harry facepalmed at the blunt way Hermione blurted that out. He could feel the stares he was getting from the rest of the students.

Dumbledore’s lip twitched in amusement as he asked, “You will have to elaborate, Ms. Granger.”

Hermione tapped her chin to think about how to explain it and said, “Well, it feels like I get really… fulfilled after it’s inside me. It’s honestly fascinating how much energy I have after one of our sessions.”

Harry wanted to shrink into a ball right now. He didn’t mind a girl saying she had sex with him, but sharing details like this was way too much for Harry. He was about to tug Hermione’s hand to signal for her to shut up, but Harry instead found himself at the end of McGonagall’s wand.

A blue light shot out of it and splashed against Harry, making him rub that spot worriedly. He backed away and exclaimed, “What was that for!”

McGonagall was already putting away her wand as she answered, “Just a precaution, Mr. Potter. What Ms. Granger described sounds similar to a dangerous drug that mimics the characteristics of a Primus. Many lesser wizards take it in desperation despite the effects it gives.”

Harry stared in shock and said indignantly, “I didn’t take any drugs!”

McGonagall nodded, “I know Mr. Potter. You are somehow a Primus. That’s... even more surprising due to how exceedingly rare they are.”

“Umm, Professor?” Hermione asked from beside Harry, “What exactly is a Primus?”

“Simply put, it’s a powerful wizard paired with an unmatched libido. I’m not sure of the exact details, Ms. Granger, since there hasn’t been one in a  century, but the books in the library will have more information for you. And don’t let this get to your head, Mr. Potter. This does not give you a special status in society. It simply makes you a good lover.”

With that additional dose of embarrassment put on Harry, Professor McGonagall walked back to the front to give some more details before dismissing the students. Instead of going back to the dorms, Hermione wanted to look at the books on the new information on him immediately, and she had dragged the reluctant Harry along.

As they were nearing the library, Harry thought about something, “Hermione? Do you think that Daphne ran away because she thought I was taking this drug the professor talked about?”

Hermione tilted her head in thought before saying, “Most likely. She seemed to be pretty scared for some reason. We can look that up too.”

“Hmm,” Harry nodded, thinking more of how to get Daphne back in bed with him. She was in the hall with the rest of the students, so she must know that Harry was a ‘Primus.’ Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

One thing for sure, Harry would put that ‘unmatched libido’ to good use.