Harry’s New Groove (Harry Potter)

Harry’s New Groove (Harry Potter)

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Themes: Big Dick, Slutty Sex, Fucked Silly

Summary: After Harry has a growth spurt in the Summer following his Fourth Year, all eyes are on him. Pansy Parkinson is just the first to actually act on her desires.

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"Pansy, where are you- Potter?!"

Fortunately for the two of them, Draco announces his presence before he turns the corner. This means that he doesn't see Pansy on her tip toes, arms wrapped around Harry's neck, pushing him back against the wall while she does her level best to stick her tongue down his throat.

Instead, Pansy has whipped around and has a single hand planted on Harry's chest as Draco stops dead at the sight of the two of them together, blinking dumbly in confusion. Fortunately for Pansy, she's quick on her feet.

"Draco! Ah... g-glad to see you, dear! I caught Potter being naught- I mean, bad! Yes, he's been a VERY bad boy! So I'm taking him to High Inquisitor Umbridge on the d-double!"

Of course, not one to be idle, Harry let's one of his hands drift down behind Pansy, out of Draco's field of view... where he promptly stuffs it under her short skirt and utilizes her complete lack of panties to finger her from behind.

Draco can't see this, but one would think that he could definitely see the way Pansy's hand falls off of Harry's broad, chiseled chest in response, going down to his crotch and aggressively rubbing his bulge as she leans forward to hike up her hips and provide him better access.

But either the Malfoy Scion is blind, or he's just ignorant to what two absolutely horny motherfuckers look like. Indeed, despite Harry fingerfucking his girlfriend right in front of him, Draco is none the wiser, even lighting up at Pansy's claims.

"Oh! Well done, Pansy, most well done! Let's get him to High Inquisitor Umbridge on the double then, so she can finally give Potter the punishment he deserves!"

Pansy blanches at that.

"O-Oh! No, that won't be, nnngh, n-necessary, Draco! You don't need to worry about coming along... I can escort this FILTH myself!"

Draco looks a little unconvinced at that, his eyes traveling up and up, and then up some more to meet Harry's amused gaze.

They were calling it magical puberty, though Harry was pretty sure that was just a copout, given nobody else in his year or any other year he'd heard of had experienced the same thing. Still, over the course of the Summer between his disastrous Fourth Year and this equally abysmal Fifth Year, Harry had not only sprouted up over a foot in height, but he'd also put on a hulking, beefcake frame that had girls swooning and guys looking on in ill-disguised envy.

Put bluntly, he was an intimidating physical presence now, and one that even Draco Malfoy had the sense to not want to leave alone with his girlfriend.

"... Are you sure, Pansy? Potter might give you trouble..."

Harry can't help but smirk a little bit at that, while Pansy just scoffs shakily, even as his fingers continue to drive into her depths from behind.

"Hah... hah... h-haha! Don't be ridiculous, Draco! Potter wouldn't DARE get any... f-further on my bad SIDE!"

A fresh flood of pussy juices suddenly coat Harry's fingers, and he has to admire Pansy's ability to maintain her composure, even as she cums on her feet right there in front of her own pompous, pansy boyfriend.

Draco still doesn't look convinced, but Pansy isn't about to let him get another word in edgewise.

"This is MY catch, Draco! I don't want y-you stealing my g-glory, okay?! Anyways, w-we should be off, so you should g-go now! Potter is due for PUNISHMENT!"

Amused beyond belief, and barely even trying to act as though he's upset or chagrined at being 'caught', Harry makes sure to look Draco Malfoy, his long-time Hogwarts Rival, right in the eye.

"I guess I have to face the consequences of my own actions, Malfoy."

The look of uncertainty and incredulity on Draco's face is truly something to behold, but Pansy just snarls as he hesitates, still standing there.

"GO, DRACO!"

Needless to say, Draco yelps and quickly scurries away, not quite running, but definitely powerwalking off from the two of them. As soon as he's gone, Pansy whips around, forcing Harry to remove his hand from her backside and crotch, but keeping her own hand firmly on his bulge as she scowls up at him, not even able to get into eye line if she stands on her tiptoes.

"You've been a very, VERY bad boy, Harry Potter..."

Harry just grins at that and settles for sliding his hands around to her ass, groping both cheeks brazenly.

"Yeah? Gonna do something about that then?"

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"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

Shock of shocks, Pansy Parkinson had not actually dragged Harry to Umbridge's office like she'd told Draco she would. Instead, they'd relocated things to one of Hogwarts' hidden corridors, a location Harry only knew about because of the Marauder's Map. Not that he'd told Pansy about said map.

He also could have introduced her to the Room of Requirement instead, but he wasn't that stupid. Pansy was... well, she was a horny bitch who'd been all over him for weeks now, and while Harry was mostly certain it wasn't some long term plow, she was still a member of Umbridge's shitty little Inquisitor Squad, so he wasn't about to risk anything.

That didn't mean he was just going to pass on her advances, however. Harry had been getting plenty of female attention since he'd returned to Hogwarts this year. His so-called 'magical puberty' had left pretty much every girl in school ogling him damn near constantly. However, not even the witches from Gryffindor had made a move yet, despite being the 'House of the Brave'.

Instead, it was Pansy Parkinson who had made the first move several weeks back, cornering him after class. At first he thought she really was trying to make up some excuse to punish him as a member of the Inquisitor Squad, but then the short stack of a Slytherin had dropped into a crouch, pulled out his engorged member, and promptly began deep-throating it like it was nobody's business.

"D-Do your worst... no matter what you throw at me, I will ENDURE!"

With a huff, Harry decides to put that to the test. His fingers dig into Pansy's fat ass even harder... and he picks up the pace, doubling the speed and intensity with which he's fucking her upon his cock as she clings to him for dear life.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Her eyes widen and then roll back in her skull, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she shudders and squeals at the top of her lungs. Coherent speech is lost to her as Harry goes all out, fucking the messy trollop of a Slytherin Witch harder and faster by the second. Slamming her down onto his cock, thrusting up into her from below, Harry truly puts his back into it.

"HIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!"

And Pansy feels what he's truly capable of, perhaps for the first time after weeks of being fucked silly on his cock again and again at a far slower pace.

By the time Harry finally unloads inside of Pansy for the thirteenth time, making it a baker's dozen in terms of 'repugnant, thick, and smelly ejaculations', her entire world has clearly been shattered, her eyes fully rolled back in her head and not rolling forward, and her body twitching and shaking from the pleasure.

Pulling her off of his cock once he's cum inside of her enough to give her a visible faux baby bump, Harry drops Pansy face first onto the ruined bed he'd conjured, snorting derisively at her downed form. In the end though, his satisfied grin only lasts a few seconds before he begins to feel a little guilty.

All of these changes he's been going through since this Summer... it's been a lot. Everyone has been treating him differently too. If it's not because of the change in his appearance, or the increase in his magical power, then it's because of his current cold war with the Ministry of Magic over whether Voldemort was actually back or not.

No matter where he looks, nobody sees him the same way anymore though. Even Ron and Hermione have been acting differently around him. But at his core, Harry is still the same person he was before. He's just... bigger. Better. Stronger. But just because he CAN do whatever the fuck he wants with a horny, slutty cum dump like Pansy Parkinson doesn't mean he SHOULD.

With a flick of his wand, Harry cleans Pansy up and then casts an Ennervate to bring her back to her senses. The suddenly spotless but still naked Slytherin Witch twitches, and then groans, slowly rolling over onto her back as she stares up at the canopy of the conjured four poster bed for a moment.

"... Merlin's balls, Potter."

Harry can't help but grin a little bit at that, unable to help the quip.

"Merlin's balls ain't got nothing on mine, Parkinson."

Lifting her head just enough to look at his massive shaft and huge ball sack, Pansy swallows thickly and slowly nods.

"... You're not wrong."

Harry has gone soft at this point, but even soft, his cock is probably the biggest in Hogwarts bar none. Even at fully erect, his peers probably have nothing on his soft but thick cock meat. Frankly, it's been annoying as hell having to deal with his new size since the Summer. Thank fuck for robes...

Speaking of which, Harry swishes his wand again and conjures up a set of robes for himself and then Pansy, seeing how they've utterly destroyed their actual clothes in their haste to get at one another. Not the first time frankly, and Harry is going to either start having to rely on conjured clothing all the time or make an emergency trip to Diagon Alley to visit Madam Malkin's.

Pansy twitches as her set of conjured robes wrap around her voluptuous body. Her eyes narrow as she pulls them tight around her.

"... You could dispel this at any time, Potter. Leave me standing there naked wherever I was when you did so too."

Harry scoffs and shakes his head.

"Yeah, I could."

He doesn't bother saying he never would, even though it's true. He just shrugs at Pansy, as if to say 'what are you going to do?'. Finally, flushed a little bit, Pansy climbs off of the bed and steps up to him. Then, she grabs the front of his robes and goes up on her tip toes to slam her lips into his in what she perhaps thinks is a soul-searing kiss. Harry kisses her back of course, but when she pulls back and has the audacity to say what she says next, he shuts her down.

"Mine."

"No."

Pansy jolts at his immediate denial, her eyes widening as Harry just smirks at her.

"I don't belong to you anymore than you belong to me, Parkinson. And don't you ever forget it. You want my cock? That's one thing. You want me? You'd have to be an entirely different person."

When her mouth opens and closes soundlessly, confusion in her eyes, Harry sighs and takes on a slightly gentler tone.

"You're Draco's girlfriend."

At the reminder, Pansy flushes even harder, before scowling furiously.

"That limp-dicked pansy-ass bitch wouldn't know how to please a woman if I beat him over the head with a manual!"

One would think by this point that Harry would be used to Pansy's incredibly crass, no-filter way of talking around him despite her Pureblood Upbringing. But he's never heard her talk shit about Draco of all people before, so he's more than a little surprised for a second. Still...

"And yet, he's still your boyfriend, Pansy."

He gently removes Pansy's hand from his robes then, giving her one last nod before leaving the hidden corridor. She was smart enough that she would wait a while before leaving as well, to make sure they weren't seen coming out together.

Harry heads back to Gryffindor Tower with his head held high and some pep in his step. He always felt amazing after having his new needs met by Parkinson's short stack body. Still, there was nothing emotional or romantic between them. And there never would be so long as Pansy was a blood purist bitch dating a smarmy bastard like Draco Malfoy.

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