HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 167: Pretty! ] (Patreon)

She smiled down at him, caressing his face and placing a brief close-lipped kiss on his mouth. "I hope so."

"Mmm, kiss me again. But with more effort." grinned Harry, receiving an eye roll from his mother.

"We'll do that at night in my room. I don't want Iris to stumble on us while we're making out." She shot down his request, pinching his nose.

"Fine." he assented with a lazy smile. "I can wait till then."

She just shook her head, snorting at her lustful son. "You know, you're not supposed to be looking forward to shagging your own mum."

"Normally, yes. But not everyone has the best-looking woman on the planet as their mother. Honestly, this month where I'm able to have sex with you will become the best time of my life." He chuckled, taking her hand away from his head and putting it on his lips, kissing her knuckles.

"Don't know if I should be flattered or weirded out." She couldn't stop the proud smile from taking over her lips.

In the end, Lily Potter was just another human who delighted at hearing her own praise. And she knew that Harry's words weren't just hollow comments to slip into her knickers, but the absolute truth he believed in. It added a lot of weight to his compliments.

"Be flattered, mum. There's no one more beautiful than you. I can travel the entire multiverse and won't find a prettier woman." He remarked earnestly.

"I'll say you're more than a little biased." She grinned, placing another chaste kiss on his lips, this a little firmer and longer than the last one.

"Maybe I am. But who cares." He shrugged, which didn't quite properly work since he had his head laid in her lap.

"Only if you weren't my son, Harry. Then the sex wouldn't have been so full of awkwardness. At least for me, it was like that. I've never thought I'd be forced to fuck my own sweet boy. Although, I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it more than you should have." She said with a sad smile.

Harry bit his lip, thinking about what to say to make her more comfortable with the idea of them engaging in sex. The term 'enjoyed' was an understatement.

He had become addicted to her body. To her intoxicating scent. To her furnace-hot tightness. To the way she moaned and cried when he pumped into her. To the way she had dragged her nails on his back when things had gotten rougher and wilder. And to the way she had smiled and relaxed in his arms when they had climaxed together.

He was greedy. He did not want to stop when this month ended. He wanted to keep shagging her.

Forever.

To make his desire come true, he needed to choose his words carefully.

"How about you think of sex as just another way to show affection? Just a new normal? You don't get uncomfortable hugging me. You don't feel queasy when kissing me or cuddling with me. Can't you start thinking of sex the same way? Just another type of affection between us.”

“Forget about what sex means normally. We are not normal. You're not my wife or my girlfriend. I don't see you that way. You don't see me that way. But I still want to have you in deeper ways, in more possessive ways. Can you understand what I'm saying, mum? I know it all sounds bizarre."

She wore a small pleasant smile as she combed his hair, staying silent for a minute before responding. "I understand what you're saying, Harry. I'll try at least."

"That's all I'm asking for."

"Okay. I changed my mind. I can be compelled to let you bang me sooner. You want to have sex now? I haven't forgotten your daily needs. I just needed time to come to terms with this morning's tragic event. And I think I have. We don't need to wait for the night." She offered with a mischievous smile.

Even when all he wanted to do was nod and carry her to the bedroom, he shook his head. "We'll do it at night and then we can rest together. That's more appealing. It'll be just like old times when we slept in the same bed."

"If that's what you wish." Her emerald eyes shone with love, his words touching her heart.

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"You didn't tell him anything, did you?" Proserpina asked her younger daughter after Harry went home.

"I did not. Though I think we should have. Harry would've surely helped her." Astoria answered, her tone laced with uncertainty.

"No, let Daphne be. She had chosen her path. She wants to do this by herself. We will not question her determination." She replied softly, patting Astoria's head gently.

"It's not her determination, I question. It's her ability. She is not old enough to run after the myth. She should have waited some more years before plunging into the unknown." The little blonde countered sourly, not happy with her sister's stupid decision.

"I know, Tori. Let's hope she will be home soon."

Astoria nodded reluctantly. "But what'll you tell Harry when he asks about her whereabouts?"

"Family business. He knows enough to not question more."

"That won't satisfy him for long. And he'll soon ask for a more concrete answer." Astoria stated sceptically.

"I will have some excuse ready by then." Proserpina mumbled tiredly. She wasn't sure if what Daphne was doing was brave or moronic.

But her eldest daughter was a headstrong girl who wouldn't stop at anything. Not even at her mother's order. The best Proserpina could do was believe in her.

'I hope you come home soon, Daphne.'