Chapter 6

Once When I Was Heartbroken

He was with his mum, in her teacher's quarters, helping her grade the papers.

It would have been a touching sight if Harry was helping her of his own free will.

He wasn't a willing helper though, he was doing it because he was in detention. Yes, Harry Potter, the Hogwarts Prodigy, had been given detention.

"Harry, are you going to tell me why Professor McGonagall has given you detention with me?" Lily questioned him from the other side of the desk, pushing aside the papers and putting her elbows on the table.

Harry sighed as he pushed away his own towering stack of papers and looked up into her concerned green eyes.

"I may have sent a couple of seventh-year students to the infirmary. And they might be injured enough to stay there for a few days." He grumbled unrepentantly.

"What? Did you fight? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" She asked worriedly, straightening up in her chair.

Harry shook his head and offered her a crooked grin.

"Do you really think a group of seventh-years could even touch my hair? It was a straight-up slaughter, they fell like flies." He said angrily, though it wasn't directed at her.

"Harry, what happened?" She questioned again, leaning forward on her elbows. She hadn't seen him so angry in… ever. Honestly, her son was a pretty laid-back boy. He never picked fights with anyone, opting to lose himself in books or play with his only best friend, Luna. She was very curious to know why his temper had changed.

He kept quiet for a minute and when she thought he wouldn't reveal his reasons, he finally spoke up.

"They were talking dirty about you. 'I feel like fucking that delicious arse of Mrs. Potter whenever she bends down in the class'. One boy had said crudely while the others snickered. I would have ignored them if they hadn't continued."

" 'She shouldn't be that hard to get, honestly, she's been alone for more than a decade after her husband's death. Just the sight of my cock would get her on her knees to worship me. And then maybe we can gangbang her delicious body after I make her my slut. You can take her arse, I can take her pussy and David can use her mouth. We can stuff her full and fill her up.' Hearing that, I blew up." Harry quoted and then threw his arms up in anger and annoyance.

Lily sighed in resignation and gave him a fond look.

"And now 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'll enlighten you on how the world works.

"The boys didn't actually do anything wrong. Most boys their age have only one thing in mind, sex. And they all talk about their beautiful teachers in that way. They were just dreaming and fantasising which is quite common for teenagers."

"There's even a particular kink about the forbidden relationship between a teacher and student which we won't go into in detail now or ever. Honestly, it was totally normal for them even if they were a bit crude and rude."

"They weren't really going to do anything. They were just horny teenagers thinking of exciting ways to jerk off. And they have the freedom to do 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 that they haven't done yet." She lectured him sternly, but also sympathetically.

Harry gave her a confused look.

"Really?"

"Really." She nodded with a kind smile.

Harry groaned and dropped his face in his hands.

"I'm not going to apologise though." He huffed, his voice came out muffled due to his embarrassed face hidden in his hands.

"Of course. They shouldn't have discussed their fantasies when you were nearby." She chuckled sweetly and stood up. She went around the desk and stood behind Harry's chair. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around him and placed her chin atop 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 amusedly, kissing his cheek and snuggling in his neck.

"Why not?" He shrugged and spent the next hour helping her. He dropped in many jokes between work to make her laugh and relax. He loved how her eyes always lit up whenever she laughed or was happy.

Harry finally realised that it wasn't just hormones that made him desire her.

He really loved her.

He loved her with utmost devotion, and his sexual desire for her was more than just hormones. She was the only woman he had known for the first eleven years of his life.

He couldn't imagine his life without her, he couldn't imagine another girl for himself.

He couldn't imagine adding anyone else to the family. Since he was little, the only family he had known was her, and now he knew that he didn't like the idea of introducing anyone else into this small two-member family.

It had always been her and him. And he wanted it to remain that way forever.

"Harry, are you okay?" She asked, noticing his sad eyes.

Apparently, his eyes were brimming with tears.

"I'm fine." He quickly said, wiping his eyes and giving her a small fake smile.

Lily instantly knew that he was hiding something from her. But she didn't press him as she wanted to. He always talked about his troubles with her and he would do so when he was ready.

For Harry, along with the big realisation came immense sadness. He knew his mum 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 mum in that way. Maybe it was his mother's fault due to his unique upbringing, but one thing was for sure.

He loved his mum.

He loved her so much that he couldn't love anyone else.

It was depressing that he was destined to be brokenhearted for his whole life. That 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 into a searing kiss so she would know that he loved her.

He knew his mother. She would just smile kindly and kiss him back, giving him his every wish.

He knew that 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 mum's concerned voice came from behind.

She was standing behind him with her hand placed on his head.

Apparently, her paperwork was done and it was time to go to dinner.

Harry abruptly stood up from the chair and threw his arms around her. He pulled her tight against him, as tight as he could. She gasped at the strangling hold but didn't fight it back.

He loved the pleasant sensation of her soft curvy body squashed against his and buried his nose in her warm slender neck.

His mum 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 so sad." She asked worriedly when she felt his tears on her neck.

Harry didn't say anything in return and just kept hugging her.

Her own eyes stung with unshed tears.

Why was Harry so 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 terrible despair. And it hurt her like nothing else.

Her pain and sadness were 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.

Her grip on his head tightened as she pulled his face down against her breasts and away from her neck.

She knew Harry loved the soft feeling of her chest on his face. He had always liked that.

Even after so many years, their sleeping position hadn't changed a bit. Since he was little, the sensation of her soft bosom was able to make him all calm and relaxed. It had always made him quiet and smiley. And that was the reason why his face was always snuggled into her breasts when they slept. It soothed his mind and took all his worries away. She didn't think that he was even consciously aware of that.

She hoped that this familiar feeling of her breasts would make him relax again.

Harry stiffened for a second when his mother led his face onto her big gorgeous soft boobs.

Then, he understood her motive as he felt his worries and sorrow melt away. He smiled softly into her chest, breathing its warmness through his nose.

She always knew how to calm him. She was just perfect in every way.

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 after a minute and saw her worried face. After wiping his tears, he grinned at her.

"Sorry for being a crybaby. I just had this sudden dreadful feeling that there'll come a day when you won't be able to love me back." Harry said the truth misleadingly.

His mum's eyes widened comically and she gave him the sternest look.

She cupped his face in her hands.

"Never. My infinite love for you'll never change. I'll be with you forever." She whispered with a soft smile.

He smiled warmly at her and stepped closer, so her body was flushed against his. With one hand he held her face and the other snaked around her slim waist, pulling her tight against his.

"I know. It was just a stupid fear." He whispered back with a melancholic smile as they were joined from the hip to the chest. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers.

Lily felt her heart beat faster. She felt her face heat up as his breath warmed her lips. She instinctively closed her eyes not knowing what was happening or what she was expecting.

She opened them when she felt his soft lips on her cheek. She ignored the burning disappointment and matched his smile.

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 grave mistake and had missed some change.

Her gaze was on her son's 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 stick in her mind as if taunting her, hurting her, and yet filling her with hope at the same time?

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 the ordinary happening except the change in the 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 similarly. That her hope and that magical moment weren't just imaginary, where she had seen unbridled desire and love in her son's eyes at his weakest moment.