Extra: Daily Life 3
Harry is once again the star of Hogwarts.
Although all three participated in the final battle, there is no doubt that the most attention was still focused on the savior, Potter.
This attention reached its peak after the first Potions class, when Professor Slughorn demonstrated the Love Potion—in fact, he had prepared three potions, but nobody cared about the remaining two.
Harry had to learn the spell to detect if food was laced with love potions—ever since Ron accidentally ate his spiked chocolate.
"You didn't see what he looked like!" Harry laughed, pulling out his phone under Ron's deathly gaze, which resembled Snape's. The little device was passed around among everyone. "I took pictures of everything right away!"
In the photo, Ron has a pillow stuffed in his arms, his eyes are glazed over, and his face is full of a dazed smile, making him look exactly like a drug addict on the side of an underground shopping street.
Harry explained the effects of the love potion to Queenie, "He was so focused on finding Romida Vannie that I had to lie to him and say she was in the hospital wing, otherwise he wouldn't have gone there at all."
They spent Christmas together at the Burrow, but there were too many people inside, so Mrs. Weasley moved the dining area to the garden, where, thanks to magic, it was just as warm as inside the house.
Ron glared at him with a long face and said, word by word, "Perhaps you still remember, I took the blame for 'who'."
Queenie received the message and nodded knowingly. "So Harry's more popular now, as expected, right?"
During the summer holidays, Harry grew almost six inches taller, and his appearance and physique became more mature and perfect. Even without the aura of a savior, Queenie thought he would attract a lot of attention.
But that doesn't stop her from making fun of others.
Before Harry could speak, Hermione glared at him and said, "Shut up, Ron! If you could get rid of your gluttony, you wouldn't have fallen for it!"
Ron shrank back when he remembered how furious Hermione had been when she visited him in the medical wing.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Lupin and Tonks laughed along, and then shyly announced the good news that they were about to become parents.
Sirius slammed his fist on the table with delight, “Godfather! I want to be this child’s godfather! No one else but me!”
“You’d better be Harry’s godfather, Bigfoot.” Lupin had someone else in mind. He turned to Harry with a gentle smile. “We were thinking, perhaps you’d like to be Teddy’s godfather?” Teddy was obviously their child’s name.
Harry opened his mouth wide and stammered, "Huh? Me, me be his godfather?" It wasn't that he didn't want to, but judging from the looks of it, he probably wouldn't even be an adult by the time Teddy was born.
Tonks stroked his still-not-so-obvious belly and said, "With a savior as my son's godfather, we've hit the jackpot, haven't we?"
So on this joyous day, Harry reserved the position of godfather.
When they returned to Queenie's apartment, they were both slightly tipsy—Mrs. Weasley had made an exception and allowed the children to drink.
Queenie insisted on taking a bath, but she was too weak to do anything, so Harry helped her bathe first and then quickly took a shower himself.
He had wanted to give Queenie some more honey water, but she was already asleep, so Harry poured the honey water into a thermos and placed it on her bedside table with the thermos, thinking she might need it if she woke up thirsty in the middle of the night.
Harry lay down on the bed, and Queenie rolled into his arms on her own. Her soft body was warm and slightly damp. Harry was surrounded by her pleasant scent, closed his eyes, and held her as he fell asleep.
At two in the morning, Queenie woke up thirsty as expected.
Harry also propped himself up and groped his way to feed her a glass of honey water.
Queenie lay back down, placed her hand on Harry's waist, and slid it inside the buttons that had been undone by the blanket. She skillfully touched and squeezed him, concluding that Harry's touch felt even better.
Harry was enveloped in drowsiness and let her do as she pleased until the hand started mischievously setting things on fire, burning away all of Harry's drowsiness.
He pressed down on the culprit on his lower abdomen, his breathing completely disrupted. "Ugh... Queenie?"
"Hmm?" Queenie responded lazily, moved her legs and climbed on top of him, landing wet kisses on his chest, neck, and chin.
Harry swallowed hard, his Adam's apple brushing against Queenie's nose.
“It’s very late,” he said, but it was hard to tell whether he meant to stop or to condone.
Queenie stopped and straightened up. Her newly bought champagne-colored nightgown outlined her soft curves, and one shoulder strap slipped down unruly, revealing half of her full figure, which was then loosely covered by the ends of her golden hair.
On the bedside table, the Queen Elizabeth in the bottle emitted a faint blue light, enveloping her and making her look like a deep-sea siren.
"So, do you want to continue sleeping?" They all knew that "sleeping" referred to normal sleep.
Harry licked his lips and sat up with a push from his waist. He brushed Queenie's hair aside with his lips, lingering between her chest and collarbone, his voice muffled by the wet kisses, "If you're not sleepy, I think it's fine if you go to bed a little later." After all, they had just rested.
Queenie gave a soft hum and lowered her head. Harry immediately tilted his head back and caught her lips, along with the sweet scent of honey.
Harry initially thought this would be the same as before, but things suddenly took an uncontrollable turn.
Their positions had changed, completely reversed, with Queenie lying helplessly beneath him, her hands tightly clasped around his shoulders and back.
Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I'll carry you to the bathroom."
Queenie acted as if she hadn't heard him, her legs restlessly rubbing against his waist. Her skin became moist again, and deep blue water shimmered in the depths of her honey-colored eyes.
Harry bent down and kissed the corner of her eye, still wet with tears. He felt he understood Queenie's thoughts without needing to ask again, but—
"I...I didn't buy that..." He hadn't really cared about age for a long time, but he felt Queenie cared a lot. Anyway, he had learned some things online, and it was best not to go all the way without protection. "Next time...next time I—"
“I have it,” Queenie interrupted him, her voice gentle yet carrying a hint of command. “It’s in the top drawer of the bedside table. Get it.”
Queenie initially felt a pang of guilt for abducting a minor, but seeing Harry's ever-improving appearance and skills day after day, she found it hard to resist. Not to mention, she'd heard about the existence of love potions today—wizards certainly had far more tricks up their sleeves.
If that's the case, why not?
Harry followed her instructions naively, and even excitedly grabbed his glasses along with him.
His damp bangs, lustful face, and black-rimmed glasses gave him the look of a nerdy, ascetic type—quite appealing.
But the glasses would hurt her, and kissing wouldn't be convenient.
"You can't find your way without your glasses?"
"..." Harry silently took off his glasses and put them back in their place.
Queenie regained some strength, and she slightly raised her chin. "I'm assuming you know how to use it?"
Harry could only see Queenie right in front of him. He stared intently at her, tilting his head slightly as he bit open the packaging.
He's already younger than Queenie, so he can't let Queenie look down on him anymore.
"Of course I will."
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