Growth Spurt

"Shall we go over it again?" the man asked in an emotionless monotone.

He had long hair and a pale face. Harry had noticed that his lips didn't move much when he spoke, and he tended to stare into space randomly. Supposedly, this man was a high ranking official in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and a trusted aide of Scrimgeour himself. His name was Pius Thicknesse. Harry didn't think much of him so far.

But the man was here for a reason, and that was to prep Harry for his first press appearance. The Ministry hadn't brought Harry in for no reason. Part of it was to keep Harry safe, because his death would be an irrecoverable blow in the war. But more than that, they wanted his public support to boost their approval and make average wizards and witches take heart. The first step to make that happen was for him to meet the press.

"I think I've got it," Harry said. "I have some practice with these kinds of things after the Triwizard tournament, so I'm not too bad at it."

Pius Thickness nodded, gathering the notecards he'd brought. He stood up, waiting for Harry to do the same.

"They're waiting in the next room," Pius said.

He led Harry into a press hall. As soon as they appeared, bright cameras flashed while voices yelled questions. Pius ignored them all for now, so Harry felt safe to do the same. He almost pulled a stupid face when the first camera flashes surprised him, but he managed to keep his expression neutral. A single moment of looking young, immature, or dim could be disastrous. As much as the Ministry wanted to appear strong and in control, these were reporters interested in selling papers, and there was no guarantee that they would paint Harry in a positive light. He had to appear strong.

Alicia was already there. She pulled a stool back a bit so that Harry could sit on it, then stood behind him. Pius Thickness sat a little bit to the side. Apparently, the man was here for more than just prepping Harry. He was going to run the press conference.

As soon as Harry had settled in his seat without giving the press unnecessary attention, they calmed down significantly. Hands rose into the air, like they were students in a class. Thicknesse pointed at a witch in the front row who looked like she could be Dolores Umbridge's more stylish cousin.

"Augusta Aberdeen, Witch Weekly," she introduced herself. "Mr. Potter, is it true that you've been single your whole time at Hogwarts?"

Harry smiled charmingly. "There's some truth in that, yes. I had good relationships with plenty of the girls at school, but I haven't actually dated anyone. I wanted to find the right person, you know?"

Part of him felt a little bit queasy at giving such a sappy answer, but the Ministry didn't just need him to talk about the war. The idea was to turn him into a figurehead. For that, he didn't need to be Harry Potter… He had to be the Boy Who Lived.

He still remembered the crush Ginny used to harbor. Over time, she came to know the real him, and appreciated that even more than her old crush on the hero from her storybooks. But plenty of other girls grew up being sent to bed listening to books of his adventures. The Boy Who Lived was a hero, and if Witch Weekly ran a segment about how he was searching for true love, it would only make girls (and probably some much older women) swoon. This was just one more facet of lifting morale.

Augusta Aberdeen furiously scribbled down his answer smiling like she struck gold. Pius Thicknesse pointed at the next reporter.

"Patrick Thistle, Daily Prophet," said a man with short brown hair and freckles. "Would you say that the new minister is doing a good job, in your opinion?"

"Absolutely," Harry said. "He had a lot of damage to undo, coming in after Cornelius Fudge. But Minister Scrimgeour has sacrificed his pride and all his free time to get the Ministry back on track. I couldn't be prouder to be working with him."

This was a little bit of a risk, but it was one that had been thoroughly planned out. They were going to throw Fudge under the bus to distance the Ministry from their blunder of denying Voldemort's return. The hope was that they could convince people the Ministry had been in the wrong, but that they were deserving of support now because they had admitted their mistakes. Bringing in Harry, who had been a very public enemy of Fudge by the end of the man's tenure, was already a good start.

Harry missed Pius Thickness pointing at another reporter, until he heard a familiar voice.

"Rita Skeeter. From the Daily Prophet, of course," said a voice that sounded the way cheap perfume smells. "It's nice to see you again, Harry."

"Ms. Skeeter!" He greeted her. "Did you have a question?"

"Certainly!" The blond woman pushed up her glasses. She was rather attractive for her age, with pink cheeks and a curvy if marginally thick figure. When Harry said he had problems with the wizarding world's media, 90 percent of them traced back to this woman.

Maybe now that he was with the Ministry, she'd finally behave, though. She wrote whatever Fudge wanted for a while there. Perhaps she'd write about all Harry's best qualities?

"How did it feel?" Rita asked.

"How did what feel?" Harry asked. He maintained his smile, but he was getting a bad feeling.

"How did it feel murdering Draco Malfoy, of course," Rita said eagerly.

There were a succession of gasps around the room. Harry's smile dimmed a little bit, but he didn't lose it entirely.

"I don't know what you mean," he said, sounding genuinely confused. "Did something happen to him?"

"Of course," Rita said. "Just before Christmas, you had a disagreement with him at Hogwarts. The two of you were always fighting, from what I hear, and this time, you just got rid of him! There's no need to pretend you don't remember. After all, you're above the law now! That's why you joined the Ministry, isn't it?"

The other reporters were whispering to each other, almost all of them writing on their notepads. Rita didn't even want an answer from him. She just wanted to sow rumors, and once they got popular enough she could make up a quote to ascribe to him anyway. Or, she'd say he refused to comment, which would make him look just as bad."

Harry glanced at Pius Thickness, but the man didn't seem all that concerned by the situation, even though the tone the ministry was looking to set was going up in flames in front of their eyes. There was nothing about this topic in the notes Harry had been drilled on. Draco's death wasn't even supposed to be public information… But it wasn't the first time that Rita found a way to get her hands on a story she shouldn't know.

Harry made a snap decision, leaning into the magical microphone they provided him.

"Draco Malfoy is dead, that much is true," he said.

Rita leaned forward, scratching her quill against her notepad. "Then—"

"It's a tragedy," Harry said. "Because the true culprit, the Dark Lord, will go unpunished."

Rita scowled about being cut off, but the rest of the reporters looked suddenly curious, so Harry felt comfortable going on.

"Draco Malfoy was a boy I knew since I was eleven," he said. "We met at Diagon Alley, and again on the Hogwarts express. The two of us never saw eye to eye. He was a bully, and he made no secret of his bigoted beliefs. But Draco Malfoy, at least, was talented. He was near the top in all of his classes. And then, this year, he suddenly cut off his friends. His grades plummeted, and he began disappearing for long stretches, coming back looking exhausted. Can you guess why? Maybe I should mention that he always wore long sleeves now, especially on his left arm."

There were some gasps around the room. The Malfoys openly supported the Dark Lord now, considering Lucius had already been sent to Azkaban after getting caught in the Department of Mysteries, but to openly accuse someone of being a Death Eater with such calm certainty was still enough to surprise a chunk of the reporters.

"So you killed him?" Rita asked condescendingly. "Took the law into your own hands?"

"He finally snapped," Harry said. "He attacked me, and used an Unforgivable on his own girlfriend."

This time, the other reporters looked extra excited, and kept writing faster.

"I wonder how far you had to push him to get him to do that!" Rita said. "Thank you for your comments."

Before the press conference was over, she managed to work in more questions, asking Harry about how he felt leading on innocent schoolgirls, how he'd been leading an illegal study group (even though the DA hadn't actually been illegal since Fudge's educational decrees were first repealed), and implied that the Ministry only took him in so that they could limit his damage to society rather than for any war benefits.

Pius Thicknesse only offered mild disagreements, and cut her off once. Harry tried to weather all Rita's inflammatory questions, but it was a struggle. When he could leave the press room, he forced himself to go slow and smile and wave. But once he got back to his room, he punched the wall.

"Who does she think she is?" he ranted. "She's had it out for me for so long. Doesn't she ever get bored or change at all?"

Alicia entered behind him. She shut the door, locking it, while Harry slammed his fist against the wall again. This time, he did it so hard that he winced.

"Please don't do that," Alicia said. "You'll end up hurting yourself before you manage to get your anger out."

"I know." Harry sighed. "It's just…"

He trailed off. Alicia nodded commiseratingly.

"You're frustrated," she said. "I understand. But there are better ways to take it out. Like on me, for example."

She lifted up her robes. They rose up above her hips, revealing a total lack of panties. Alicia's pussy lips had arousal smeared all over them, and she was looking at Harry with a hooded gaze. Right away, he forgot all about his anger at Rita Skeeter.

"You were like this the whole time?" he asked, grabbing Alicia's pussy.

She nodded, biting her lip. Her hands were busy holding up her robes, so she just stood there and took it as Harry groped her roughly.

Soon his fingers were moving inside of her. He started with his middle finger, then added the two on either side. Alicia was being stretched, dripping her juices along Harry's fingers so that they dribbled off his knuckle onto the floor.

"I'm your assistant," she said. "I'm here to help you in all matters, be they educational, clerical, or… sexual."

"In other words, you're my personal hole."

"Yes, sir," Alicia said.

Harry flexed his arm, and physically lifted Alicia off of her feet. She moaned as her toes were lifted off the ground, all of them curling seconds later from the pleasure. Harry's fingers had sunk deeper inside of her, rubbing her g spot along the way.

He carried her to the door, dropping her down and twisting her around. Harry removed her clothes with a couple rough jerks of his hand. Alicia was left naked, and soon her blond hair cascaded down her bare back as Harry removed her hair tie.

Harry continued fingering her, now doing it from behind. Alicia moaned loudly. She became even louder when Harry's hand landed a heavy slap on her ass, jiggling the athletic cheeks.

"Pour it all out on me!" Alicia said. "Think about everything that awful woman said, and fuck me until you're calm again!"

Harry planned to do just that, but as he pulled off his shirt, a small beetle flew in front of his face, forcing him to ward it away with his hand.

Alicia looked back impatiently, but Harry recovered with impressive speed, pulling his fingers out of her pussy and using his hand to hold her head against the door. His wet fingers ended up across Alicia's mouth, and she immediately started sucking on them.

Harry got his pants off. He was hard, of course, and ready to have a rough bout of sex to burn off his anger. He spotted the beetled nearby, crawling closer along the wall, and said, "Shoo!"

At the same time, Harry slammed his dick into Alicia, who let out a divine moan.

Harry channeled all his irritation into his hips, pounding Alicia like he was playing whack a mole. His big dick stretched her open, using how wet she was from his fingers to pierce right to her core. As his furious thrusts rocked her world, Alicia couldn't help but moan. She came quickly, showing that it was just as good for her as it was for him.

Maybe Tonks had been onto something when she made Alicia choke on Harry's knob. It seemed like Alicia liked it rough. Harry dragged his fingers out of her mouth, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. She gasped loudly when her neck bent back. Harry sent his other hand around to her chest, shamelessly grabbing her breasts and twisting her nipples. Alicia came again, solidifying that she had a masochistic kink.

"I bet you joined the ministry just for this," he said. "You only became an aide hoping that your boss would push you under his desk and use you like a cock sleeve, didn't you?"

Alicia moaned loudly, which wasn't a no.

Harry leaned forward, pulling her hair harder, until he was looking into Alicia's eyes from above.

"Once you got here, it must've been so disappointing," he said. "All the officials are gray haired old men. Your fantasies were ruined… until I showed up. How about it, should I keep you around to fuck whenever I feel like it?"

Alicia's eyes lit up, which made sense from a girl who proudly agreed with the description of herself as his hole earlier. Harry let a big glob of spit drip from his lips, and Alicia immediately opened her mouth, swallowing it like a treat.

Harry let go of her hair. He pushed her head against the door again, not in the mood to hold back. He had the stamina to cum plenty of times anyway, and right now he wouldn't be satisfied until he'd completely covered Alicia in his cum. So he sped up, clapping her cheeks at increasing speed until she orgasmed a third time, then he pulled out.

Cum sprayed from his tip like a firehose. It went everywhere, all over Alicia's back and even the wall. Harry was as surprised as anyone. Apparently, anger made him orgasm harder? Who knew?

He was ready to plunge back into Alicia when he heard something. It was a buzzing sound. He looked over, seeing that the beetle which had been flying around had gotten caught up in his cumshot.

The cum had clogged its wings, so it was trying and failing to fly. It would almost definitely end up prey to something else, so Harry decided to put it out of its misery. He raised his hand to squash the thing, but as he brought his hand forward, something shocking happened.

The beetle swelled in size. It turned from a greenish black to beige. Very quickly, it was no longer a bug in front of them, but a particularly naked Rita Skeeter with cum all over her face, blinking and trying to spit out the bitter semen.

"Wait!" she gasped.

Harry's hand was already in motion, though. Instead of squashing an unfortunate bug, his strongest slap collided with Rita's ass. A bright red spank mark formed, accompanied by a serious amount of recoil.

"AHH!" Rita moaned.

The shock of the blow made her sink to the floor, down onto her knees, and rub her butt. By the time she recovered, Rita looked up at them only to find Harry and Alicia standing there with their arms crossed, stern looks on their faces.

"What do we have here?" Harry asked. "A peeping tom?"

"An illegal one," Alicia said. "She's not a registered Animagus."

"Imagine that," Harry said. "I guess that means we'll just have to deal with her."

Rita whimpered as they both reached out, laying their hands on her.

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