Chapter 183: Gifted!

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"And how will you do that?"

Harry began to say something before he clammed up. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't just say that he had given Daphne a silver necklace through which he could track her. It sounded so stalkerish.

"Harry?" She prompted suspiciously.

"I gifted her an enchanted silver necklace which would protect her against all magical attacks and would teleport her to Potter Manor if she ever gets injured. I can track her through the necklace. I can teleport to her directly." He decided to go with the truth.

She gaped at him, at his ludicrous claim. "A necklace to protect against all magical attacks? How did you acquire that?"

"I didn't. I made it. Damn, another secret lost." Harry chuckled awkwardly.

Proserpina smothered the urge to question his ability. She didn't know him completely. She wasn't in the know of all his secrets. 

She didn't have the authority to slam down his claim. If he had the power to teleport and to perfectly heal, then he might also have the power to create overpowered enchantments.

"But why did you give her such a necklace?"

"She is in Slytherin. I don't trust any of the snakes. It was my way to protect her. I should also give one to Tracey on the off chance that she isn't in Daphne's company during Hogwarts." Harry muttered thoughtfully, not revealing the incident where Daphne had been attacked. If she hadn't told her mother, then he wouldn't either.

Proserpina wasn't convinced by the excuse, but let it go. She would have a stern talk with her daughter once she comes back and would hear it from her.

But she was convinced of his desire to safeguard Daphne and couldn't contain her gratitude. She threw her arms around him and drew him in a scorching kiss, flushing her body against his and pressing her breasts on his chest.

Harry was surprised for a second before he grabbed around her waist and reciprocated the kiss, locking his lips with hers and meeting her tongue. He shuddered as she draped her body over his and pressed her hips against his crotch.

Was he aware that there was a dead body in the room? That he was snogging the wife of a recently departed man?

Yes, he was. And it just inflamed his lust. It just fueled the heat within.

He was thinking of bending her over her husband's dead body and fuck her from behind when she suddenly pushed him away once he got aggressively handsy, once he slipped his hand through the slit of her dress and fondled her pussy.

"Go home, Harry. I hope you liked the reward in return for sharing another secret with me." She panted, wiping the dampness from her mouth.

Harry was having a hard time controlling himself as he saw the burning lust in her gleaming blue eyes, as he stared at her plunging neckline, at her heaving chest, just a tug away from spilling her tits.

He shook his head and grinned "Okay, I'll go home now. But how about a goodbye kiss?"

She rolled her eyes and stepped forward. She cupped his face tenderly and placed a sweet brief kiss on his lips. Before he could deepen it or grope and squeeze her arse, she shoved him away with a smirk. "Goodbye!"

Harry would love to wipe that smirk off her face and choke her on his cock while she stared up at him wantonly.

Soon.

That desire would come true soon.

He offered her a smile and mumbled a goodbye before teleporting home.

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Harry immediately went to Iris' room after he came back home. He needed to tell her what he had learnt. There was no use hiding anything from her anyway, better to tell her now or she would pout at him for keeping secrets.

Iris was sitting on the bed with her back propped against the headboard and had her legs sprawled in front of her. The spellbook, which their mother had given her, was opened on her thighs.

She was so engrossed in reading it that she didn't notice her brother's arrival. Harry couldn't help but smile at the adorable focused look on her face. There was something about her that made her more special than anyone else. He couldn't place where he got that feeling from.

He leaned against the threshold and stared at her, giving her enough time to realise that she wasn't alone in the room anymore.

Meanwhile, without even any conscious thought, his eyes raked her figure.

She had her beautiful red hair tied in a messy bun and had opted to wear a simple black camisole and cute pink cotton shorts. And the choice in her clothes left enough skin for him to admire. Her hands and shoulders were bare, and so were the legs from down her mid-thighs.

All in all, she looked quite pretty, as usual.

After a minute trickled by and she still didn't call him, Harry decided to announce his presence. "Iris."

She didn't look up from the book and huffed exasperatedly, turning to the next page. "Harry. How long are you going to just stand there and ogle me?"

He chuckled, figuring out that she had known about his arrival from the beginning. He joined her in the bed and sat beside her, peering down at the book. "You still reading it?"

"What do you think?" She asked in a dry tone which already declared him stupid. He grinned impishly, pushing the book off her lap and replacing it with his head.

"Harry!"

"What? I got jealous of that book occupying so much of your time. And it lounging in your lap was the last straw." He said jovially, looking up at her from his position. She pinched her nose in annoyance, but couldn't quite stop her lips from turning up.

"So, what do you want?" She asked fondly, not deeming to hide her smile anymore. She absently twirled her finger in his hair, wrapping the black locks around it.

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