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He was with his mother, in her teacher quarters, helping her grade the papers. It would have been a touching scene if Harry was helping his mother of his own free will. He wasn't a willing helper though, he was doing it because he was in detention.
"Harry, are you going to tell me why Professor McGonagall has given you detention with me?" Lily asked from the other side of the desk, pushing away the papers and putting her elbows on the table. Harry sighed as he also put away the towering stack of papers and looked in her concerned eyes.
"I may have sent a couple of seventh year students to the infirmary." Harry grumbled.
"What? You had a fight? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Lily asked, aghast. Harry shook his head and gave her a crooked grin.
"Do you really think a group of seventh years could even touch my hair? It was a slaughter, they fell like flies." Harry said angrily, though it wasn't directed at her.
"Harry, what happened?" she asked again, leaning forward on her elbows.
"They were talking dirty about you. 'I feel like fucking that delicious arse of Mrs. Potter whenever she bends down in the class'.That wasn't all though. 'She shouldn't be hard to get, she is alone after her husband's death for years, just the sight of a cock would get her on her knees and then maybe we could ravage her delicious body.' one had the nerve to say that." Harry quoted and then threw his arms up in anger and annoyance. Lily sighed in resignation as she gave him a fond smile.
"And I can finally see how they ended up in the infirmary. Look Harry, I know it is my fault that you grew isolated from the world and away from boys your own age so I will enlighten you how the world works. The boys didn't do anything wrong. They were just dreaming and fantasizing which is quite common in teenagers. There is even a particular kink about the forbidden relationship between a teacher and student which we won't go into in detail now or ever. It was totally normal. They weren't really going to do anything, they were just horny teenagers thinking of exciting ways to fap. They have the freedom to imagine whatever they want to do with an imaginary version of me. It is not a crime or a problem unless they step out of line and mix the imaginary and real world which they haven't done yet." Lily said sternly but also sympathetically. Harry gave her a confused look.
"Really?"
"Really." Lily nodded with a kind smile. Harry groaned and pressed his face in his hands.
"I am not going to apologise though." Harry huffed, his voice muffled due to his face on his hands.
"Of course. They shouldn't have discussed their fantasies when you were nearby." Lily chuckled as she stood up and went around the table and stood behind Harry's chair. She wrapped her arms around him and placed her chin on his shoulder, nudging his cheek.
"Now, will you finally help me finish this paperwork so we can go to dinner in the great hall?" she asked, kissing his cheek.
"Why not?" Harry shrugged and spent the next hour helping her and making her laugh with his jokes. He loved how her eyes always lit up whenever she laughed or was happy. Harry finally realised that it wasn't just hormones which made him desire her, Harry at last knew that he loved her, he loved her with utmost devotion and his sexual desire for her was more than just hormones. The only woman he knew for the first eleven years of his life was her. He couldn't imagine his life without her, he couldn't imagine another girl for him. He couldn't imagine adding anyone into the family. Since he was little, the only family he had was her and now he knew that he didn't like the idea of adding anyone. It was always her and him and in his heart it will always be him and her.
"Harry, are you okay?" Lily asked as she looked at his sad eyes. His eyes were brimming with tears.
"I am fine." Harry quickly said, wiping his eyes and giving her a small smile. Lily knew he was hiding something from her but didn't press him, he always talked about his troubles with her. He would talk when he was ready.
Along with the big realisation came immense sadness for Harry. He knew his mother would never see him as a partner. He was just a child to her. He was just her little knight. She loved him, loved him more than anyone but just not in that way. Maybe he was twisted, maybe he was broken to love his own mother in that way, maybe it was his mother's fault due to his unique upbringing but one thing was for sure, he loved his mother, he loved her so much that he couldn't love anyone else. He was destined to be broken-hearted for his whole life. He was destined to love a woman who would never return his feelings. He was tempted to break down crying just to feel her loving soft embrace. He was tempted to walk to her and pull her in a searing kiss so she would know that he loved her. He knew his mother would just smile kindly and kiss him back, giving him his wish. He knew if he asked, she would undress instantly and have sex with him there and then because Lily Potter never denied him anything. She would do anything for him. That was a fact. But he didn't have the heart to demand that from her. He wouldn't love touching her if she didn't like that. He wouldn't want to make love to her only because she felt it was her responsibility to provide him with his every wish.
"Harry, what is it?" his mother's concerned voice came from behind. She was standing behind him with her hand on his head. Apparently her paperwork was done and it was time to go to dinner. Harry abruptly stood up from the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him, loving the pleasant sensation of her soft curvy body against him and buried his face in her warm slender neck. Lily was quick to understand his distress and wrapped her own arms around his neck.
"What is the problem, sweetie? Tell me what is making you sad." Lily asked in concern at feeling his tears on her neck. Harry didn't say anything and just kept hugging her. Lily was feeling her own eyes sting with tears. Why was Harry sad? He was just laughing and joking a few minutes ago? What happened to him? She felt her chest ache at seeing him cry. Her beautiful and kind Harry was in despair. Her pain and sadness at seeing him cry was slowly overtaken by a different feeling. Rage, she was angry, she would have her revenge on whoever hurt him. No one was allowed to hurt her Harry, physically or emotionally. Her grip on his head tightened as she pulled his head down against her breasts and away from her neck. She knew Harry loved the feeling of her chest on his face. Even after so many years, their sleeping position hadn't changed. Since he was little, the feeling of her soft chest was able to make him calm and relax and that was the reason why his face was always buried in her breasts whenever they slept. She hoped that the familiar feeling of her breasts would make him relax.
Harry stiffened for a second when his mother led his face on her big gorgeous soft boobs. Then, he understood her motive as he felt his worries and sorrow disappear. He smiled softly against her chest. She always knew how to calm him. Maybe even if his heart was destined to be broken, he was hopeful that her motherly love was enough to fill his soul with warmth. He pulled back and saw her worried face. He wiped his tears and grinned at her.
"Sorry for being a crybaby. I just had this sudden dreadful feeling that there will come a day when you won't be able to love me back." Harry said the truth in a misleading way. Lily's eyes widened comically as she gave him the sternest look. She cupped his face in her hands.
"Never. My infinite love for you will never change. I will be with you forever and forever." Lily whispered with a smile. Harry smiled warmly at her. He stepped closer so her body was pressed against his. With one hand he cupped her cheek and another was around her slim waist.
"I know. It was just a stupid fear." Harry whispered back with a melancholic smile and leaned forward, his forehead against hers. Lily felt her heart beat faster, she felt her face heat up as she felt his breath on her lips. She instinctively closed her eyes not knowing what was happening, what she was expecting. She opened her eyes when she felt his soft lips on her cheek. She ignored the disappointment and matched his smile, pressing her own kiss on his cheek.
After that, they went to the great hall for dinner. Lily felt that she should have done something more, she felt she had made a mistake, that she had missed some change. Her gaze was on his pensive face throughout the dinner. Somewhere deep in her heart, the previously hopeless part was hopeful now. She was an emotional mess. She didn't know what was happening in her heart. Why did his melancholic smile hurt her so much as if he had given up on something precious? Why did his melancholic smile stuck in her mind as if taunting her, hurting her and filling her with hope at the same time.
From the next day everything went back to normal. He was back to his excitable behaviour and she was back to teasing him and embarrassing him. Though both knew that something had changed irrevocably. Still they ignored it and did their best at acting as if nothing had changed. The third year passed quickly with nothing out of ordinary happening except the change of feelings of two people. One who had given up and hid his love in the deepest part of his soul and another who was hoping that her love could be returned in a similar way, that her hope and that moment wasn't imaginary where she saw the desire and love in his eyes at his weakest moment.
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