Growth Spurt

Harry looked around with undisguised curiosity. There were a lot of people here, with desks and papers and different voices shouting. It reminded him a little bit of the Ministry Atrium, just with a tenser atmosphere shrouding it. He looked around so much that someone had to pull on his hand.

"Don't stop and gawk too much," Tonks said. "If you get left behind and end up lost, I'm not going back to get you."

"Sorry," Harry said. "It's just that this is the place I always planned to end up. Somehow, I'm only realizing now that I didn't have the first idea what it's actually like."

Tonks chuckled. "So you picked what career to aim for based on what sounded cool without doing any research?"

"Well… yeah," Harry admitted.

"Me too," she said. "C'mon, I'll show you my desk. I never use it, but I still think it's neat that I have one."

Tonks had taken a free day where Harry didn't have lessons or media meetings to show him around the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She said she would have done it earlier, but they were very much on edge because of the war. Outsiders, even if they were a special case like Harry, weren't particularly welcome.

Today was a little bit different, though, which was how he was here. There were plenty of extra people, most of them just a little bit older than Harry. They were looking around just as eagerly as he was. Banners along the walls proclaimed that it was Youth Auror Interest Day.

It was a very new addition to the schedule for the department. As Tonks explained it, they brought in any skilled young wizards and witches they could find with an interest in being Aurors and gave them a kind of seminar. The truth she told Harry much more quietly was that MAYBE one or two would actually become Aurors. The rest who actually signed up would be funneled into Hit Wizard programs or other options to create grunts for the department. Some might even become secretaries. The DMLE needed help in EVERY role right now to keep functioning.

Aurors were an extremely hard club to get into. Although this didn't really match with Harry's experiences, they were supposed to be the best of the best. Tonks was one of only a handful of inductees in the last few years. Aurors were given the hardest tasks, and during the war they were supposed to contend with not just powerful Death Eaters, but Voldemort himself if the need arose. In a large group, of course.

Meanwhile, the young people here who were mostly Hogwarts graduates, wouldn't be expected to do that. Not many of them knew or understood this, though. They had stars in their eyes as they imagined dueling with terrorists and bringing home glory.

Or, some of them did, not all of them, Harry realized he should clarify. While some were clearly too optimistic about the department's actual work, he saw others with a very different expression. These people were just as young, but their faces were grim. Harry could imagine what brought them in.

They'd lost someone—or maybe everyone—to Death Eaters in the past.

As he was looking around at people like this, he found someone he recognized. Harry veered off course, pulling Tonks with him.

"Hey!" Tonks objected. "I'm the one giving the tour!"

But her objections stopped when she saw who Harry had spotted.

Although most of the people here had graduated from Hogwarts in the last couple of years, there were a few sixth and seventh years who had been given a day away from classes to attend. Mostly, these were the relatives of current ministry workers. Or, in some cases, LATE ministry workers.

"Susan!" Harry said.

Susan Bones turned her head, the dark look in her eyes disappearing.

"Harry?" she said. "Tonks? I didn't know you'd be here."

"I work here," Tonks said. "...But you don't actually care about me being here, do you?"

"Of course I do!" Susan said, as offended by such a suggestion as you'd expect a dutiful Hufflepuff to be.

"I mean I'm sure you're happy to see me," Tonks said. "But not the way you're happy to see HIM."

Susan blushed and shook her head. She didn't deny it, though.

"You left school so suddenly," she said to Harry. "Everyone was really shocked."

"To be fair, I didn't plan on it," Harry said. "Things just sort of happened this way."

"I'm not saying you did anything wrong!" Susan said. "Hogwarts feels different without you there, though."

Tonks leaned down to Susan's ear. "I'll bet your insides feel a whole lot different without him too," she whispered.

Susan blushed until her cheeks were just as bright as her hair.

Tonks straightened with a very big smirk. "I was just giving Harry a tour around the place. Why don't you come along?"

"Can I?" Susan asked. "They told us not to wander unsupervised…"

"What do you think I am?" Tonks asked. "How does getting a tour from a genuine Auror count as unsupervised?"

Susan couldn't really argue with that, allowing Tonks to pull her along into their little tour.

The office really wasn't all that interesting. It did a lot to kill the mystique of what Harry always imagined in his head, actually. 

He and Ron picked Auror as their career path because it just felt right. They were already tangling with dark wizards all the time. Why not get paid for it once they graduated? Harry's only major talents were in Quidditch and defense against the dark arts, so it made sense to pick one of them as a career path. As fun as Quidditch could be, he didn't have Oliver Wood's pure love for the game, and Harry felt people just expected him to work at the Ministry, so he went along with things.

Aurors had this image as highly trained and super competent dark wizard catchers. And they did take on missions like that… But that didn't mean such things were common.

Their office was as ordinary as anywhere else. It was just a bunch of desks, a break room, and a few offices for the senior workers. Tonks showed him and Susan her desk, which had a variety of personal baubles across it and a set of flowers charmed to stay fresh.

"I don't spend much time here these days," Tonks confessed. "I'm out on assignments more often than not."

Susan made an impressed noise while Harry fought not to roll his eyes. Sure, it sounded impressive, but Harry knew that her illustrious assignments were just guarding him because Scrimgeour appointed her as his personal bodyguard. When she wasn't in the office, she was in his room; more often than not underneath him wearing nothing.

He didn't pop Susan's bubble, though. He could tell she really looked up to Tonks as a senior from school who had gone into an impressive field. Harry didn't want to disturb that, because Susan needed role models in her life after the loss of her Aunt.

"There's a couple more places to show you two," Tonks said. "C'mon. The room for confiscated dark objects is pretty cool. We can't go inside, but still, it's fun looking through the window."

Tonks showed them a few more spots of interest. Harry thought the tour was done after that, but Tonks stopped in front of a nondescript door without immediate explanation.

"Is there something in there, too?" Susan asked.

Tonks chuckled. "You could say that. Sometimes, when we bring in dangerous objects, we've got to make sure that we can touch them safely. We do that with enchanted rubber gloves and, for the really extreme cases, full rubber suits. This is the closet where we keep them."

She patted the door. Harry voiced the question that Susan was too shy to ask.

"What makes this worth being part of the tour?" he asked.

"There's nothing remarkable about it," Tonks said with a suspicious amount of innocence. "In fact, no one even comes by here most days. They stay far away at their desks. Did I mention it holds in sound pretty well? Anyway, yep, definitely nothing special about it in any way."

The three of them stood there for a few seconds before, without warning, Susan pulled open the door and dragged Harry inside by the hand.

"Thanks Tonks!" she shouted over her shoulder.

Tonks chuckled. "Have fun kids!"

She closed the door behind them.

It was surprisingly roomy inside, and just as dark as you would expect. There were a bunch of shelves against one wall, with folded rubber suits stacked on them, but Harry only learned this by running his hand down it. In the dark, he was reduced to hearing, touch, and scent to discern his surroundings.

And taste, a second later, as Susan suddenly kissed him.

Their tongues rubbed together as Susan actually pushed her way into his mouth. He felt her bust against his chest and shamelessly stuck his hands behind her, squeezing her body.

They broke their kiss, their noses still brushing.

"Look at you go," Harry said. "Did you come to the Ministry just hoping something like this might happen?"

"No, I really came for the orientation," Susan said. "But I'm making the most of an unexpected situation. Auntie always said that was an important trait in an Auror."

Harry was worried that thinking of her Aunt was going to ruin Susan's mood. He was worried for nothing. Susan seemed genuinely pleased as she recalled a saying of her aunt's. It struck Harry as very healthy, compared to the obsessive kind of loss some people showed.

Susan was a strong girl. Reliable, resilient, and more resourceful than most people gave her credit for. Harry WAS proud to be in this position with her.

Thinking about it, that was something he ought to admit.

"I'm proud I get the chance to be in situations like this with you," he said.

Susan squeaked. "Wha—What are you saying so suddenly?"

"You're strong." As Harry spoke, he grabbed her hips, moving Susan around and starting to slip her robes off. "You're kind. You're loyal. And you have a damn fine arse."

Susan yelped as she felt her robes slide down, leaving her in her underwear, and Harry's hands grabbed a good grip of her backside. He squeezed it a few times, then slid her panties down to her thighs.

"I probably shouldn't get all the way undressed," he said. "As much as I would love to take my time, we're a little bit exposed. There's always the chance that someone could stumble onto us here. I'm going to make sure I enjoy this arse to the fullest in the time that we have."

Susan moaned as she felt him rub her slit from behind. It began to moisten as she said. "My arse? Not my breasts?"

"That's right," Harry said. "Why? Do those big things of yours feel left out?" Instead of waiting for an answer, he went on. "I think they get plenty of attention. It's only as much as they deserve… but it takes away from this lovely thing."

His fingers slid from Susan's slit back to her arse cheeks, squeezing them again. This time when his fingers sunk in, Harry was smearing her own arousal onto her skin.

"You're just saying that," said Susan.

"I mean it!" Harry said. "You're curvy all around, not just at the front. I mean, listen to the sound of this."

He let go of her, having deemed Susan wet enough after just a few brushes from his fingers, and opened the fly of his pants. She really had been eager to get with him again, or maybe his dirty talk was working better than expected, because it had taken next to no effort to get her sopping. That allowed Harry to thrust into her from behind in one seamless movement.

As he did, louder than Susan's moan was the smack of her rippling arse cheeks. They wiggled from the impact, the sound reverberating in the closed closet. Harry hoped Tonks was right about its ability to hold in noise, because he wasn't about to stop.

Harry began thrusting quickly, creating a cacophony of those lovely sounds. Susan was moaning, planting her hands on the wall in front of her. Her bra was still in place, and Harry planned to leave it there. Not only did it keep her slightly clothed to make rejoining the others more expedient when they were done, but it played into the theme he was going for: worshipping the REST of Susan's body for once.

Still fucking her, Harry leaned in and sniffed her red hair.

"Smells like strawberries," he commented. "Are there shampoos for that? Or potions? Or is it just your natural sweetness coming through."

"Stop saying things like that," Susan said in a voice that suggested she desperately wanted him to keep going.

"And this tummy." Harry reached around, squeezing Susan's stomach. "There's just enough on her to grab, but no more than that. It's incredible how smooth and soft your skin is. Do you work out?"

"No," Susan moaned. "Not really."

"So you just came like this," Harry said. "What a catch you are."

In equal parts from his praise and his thrusting, Susan had grown progressively wetter until she came now, releasing her loudest moan yet. The wet tremors of her insides forced Harry to stop speaking, lest he lose his cool while he was still inside. 

Instead, Harry grabbed her hips, lifting Susan up. Her toes came off of the ground while he easily held her weight. He hadn't gotten as many chances to work out as he would've liked since coming to the ministry, but he was still much bigger than Susan with enough muscle to heft her effortlessly.

He struck new spots inside of Susan the further he titled her forward. Somehow, that strawberry scent was only growing stronger as they banged, like Susan's sweat itself smelled of the pleasant fruit.

"You are so lovely," Harry gasped.

He kept speeding up, going faster until the clapping sound from each thrust was mixing with the echoes of the last ten thrusts before it. Susan's voice grew louder. Harry kept on going until he couldn't hold it in anymore, at which point he pulled out and came. His load was sprayed across the arse he was so complimentary of, while Susan groaned and remained bent over for him, catching her breath.

"As much as I'd love to keep you for another ten rounds," Harry said, and he wasn't exaggerating at all, "we should probably get you back to your tour group."

Susan groaned a very resigned agreement.

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