Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Harry’s New Groove (Harry Potter)

Commission

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.

-x-X-x-

"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?"

-x-X-x-

"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.

Sort of like she was now. Harry had conjured them up an entire four-poster bed in the hidden corridor for them to ruin, his magical power having grown just as much as his body had. Spells of all sorts came even easier to him than they had before, and that was considering he'd managed to summon a Patronus strong enough to scare away a hundred Dementors in his third year.

Laid out on his back, the hunky handsome wizard has his face buried in Pansy's snatch, while her face is buried in his crotch, his massive schlong deep, DEEP in her gullet. There's no way Pansy isn't casting some sort of spell to be able to deep throat his cock better, because while she still gags, the fact is, she would never be able to take him so deep under NORMAL circumstances.

"GLUGHK! GLUGHK! Ah!"

Suddenly coming off of his slobber and saliva coated cock, Pansy strokes it up and down with both hands, grinding her pussy onto his face as she cackles aggressively.

"F-Finally getting this damn c-cock of yours, Potter! You've been teasing me with this fat throbbing DICK all day LONG!"

Harry just continues drilling his tongue, elongated by another bit of magic, into Pansy's cunt, making her squeal and moan and climax explosively between the crude and crass things coming out of her mouth.

"You've been TAUNTING me with this big, girthy thing! D-Don't you go thinking I didn't n-notice, because I did!"

Moaning, she makes sure to give big, long licks to his cock while she talks as well, though that doesn't stop her from saying some of the most out of pocket things that Harry has ever heard.

"Nnngh, h-how am I supposed to focus in class when I can SMELL your putrid seed STEWING in this thick MEATY rod, huh?! Threatening to SMOTHER and BREED me with its sticky, hot LOADS!"

Like that, yeah. Pansy was always saying shit like that. Frankly, Harry didn't know where the Pureblood had learned half of it. Sure, she was a sexy slutty short stack, but how had she become that way? How had she become such a horny, needy cum dump desperate for his dick? Harry couldn't say, mostly because he hadn't bothered to ask.

Theirs was a relationship based entirely in sexual antics. They didn't talk about their actual lives, nor did they interact outside of these encounters. Harry could guess at why Pansy was the way she was, but he couldn't say for certain, nor would he bother trying to pin down actual information on the subject.

This was a fling, nothing more. There was no love lost between the two of them, even if they were definitely using each other for their bodies. And if Pansy wanted to engage in some truly spectacular dirty talk while they did it… well, Harry wasn't complaining.

"Only a SNIVELING, COWARDLY Gryffindor would be so underhanded! But I'm not so easily sed-mmph! Gaaaaaaghk!"

Except when she got personal. Harry was in no way inclined to let her get personal. Lifting one leg up while she's in the middle of trying to insult and demean him, Harry wraps that leg around the back of Pansy's neck and forces her head back down his cock, all the way to the base. And then he holds her there, keeping her from lifting her head up even a single inch as her pillowy lips slurp and suction around the base of his cock aggressively.

At the same time, her throat and esophagus are convulsing as she chokes on his dick, but somehow manages to make the choking, gagging, and convulsing rhythmic instead of sporadic. The end result is that Pansy manages to milk his release soon after, his churning balls finally letting go of the load they've been cooking up all this time, albeit only with great reluctance.

"HULGHK!"

Needless to say, even though she's clearly been jonesing for it and egging him on so aggressively for ages now, Pansy is in no way ready for his cum, anymore than she's ever been ready for his cum. Everything about Harry since his 'magical puberty' has been amplified out the wazoo. His physical appearance is just the most obvious, along with his magical prowess allowing him to show up pretty much everyone in the practical sides of their classes.

However, his newly enhanced cock and balls are also holding the biggest, thickest cum loads of the young man's life… and Pansy Parkinson, so far at least, is the sole recipient of those huge, thick, juicy loads of cum.

His seed explodes down the back of her throat for half a moment before he pulls his away. Letting Pansy's head rocket backwards off of his cock, a geyser of his seed cums exploding out and lands on her face and tits as she moans wantonly.

He keeps cumming from there too, the rest of his load coating her fat ass and back as she shudders and gurgles gloriously atop him. He may not be able to see it, but he knows her eyes have rolled back in her head at this point, that tongue of hers uselessly writhing out of her mouth in every direction, seeking every drop of his seed that she can get.

Harry cums for what feels like an eternity, and actually is somewhere in the ballpark of a minute or more. Over sixty seconds of pure ejaculation, covering Pansy's naked body in his thick, sticky semen.

By the time he's finished cumming, Pansy is shuddering happily, and experiences one last explosive orgasm of her own that coats his face in her pussy juices.

"Yesssss… moooore~"

Heh, even after all that, she still wasn't satisfied. As Harry pushes her ass off of his face and sits up, he shakes his head in wry amusement. That said… it's not like his erection has gone away, even after releasing such a huge load of cum. Rather, this was another aspect of his so-called 'magical puberty', and part of the reason Harry had been willing to go this far with Pansy Parkinson of all people in the first place.

At the end of the day, he was so much more pent-up than he'd ever been before, almost like his body was trying to make up for missed time. And Pansy was the only girl so far who'd offered herself up on a platter for him to deal with his enhanced libido.

That said, she's a bit of a mess right now… not sexy at all. So Harry reaches for his wand, intending to clean her up before they continue on.

-x-X-x-

"Nnnngh! Harder! You think your cock is g-good enough by itself, Potter?! You'll have to fuck me harder to m-make me really feel it!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Of course, for all that he'd cleaned her up after their sixty-nine… she'd still wound up a mess again, after hours and hours of sex later. 

Holding Pandy in his arms, her legs spread to either side and her own arms wrapped around his neck, Harry bounces the short stack Slytherin up and down his cock for the umpteenth time that session. Frankly, he hasn't been keeping track… though the same apparently can't be said for Pansy.

"I hope y-you know, I'll never succumb to this massive, BEASTLY c-cock of yours! Just because you're hot and h-hunky now Potter, doesn't mean I'm going to g-give in to you! Not even after TWELVE of your repugnant, thick, smelly ejaculations!"

A dozen. Wow. Well then, Harry knew exactly what to do then. Make it a baker's.

Of course, even as he fucks up into her even harder with his new end goal in mind, Pansy is still blabbering on.

"Don't… guh, don't forget what you and I are, POTTER! I'm a Slytherin, and you're nothing but a dumb GRYFFINDOR! A Slytherin is too CLEVER by half to f-fall prey to some shitty LION!"

Uh-huh. Sure.

"A-And I'm definitely still loyal to DRACO! Don't get it twisted, P-Potter! I'm not falling for you; I'm just using you as the hunky piece of man meat YOU ARE!"

She looks right into his eyes then, face bright red, bright green lipstick hopelessly smeared. Pansy Parkinson looks at him, a woman clearly ruined by repeated experiences with his massive fucking cock, and she lies as easily as she breathes.

"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.