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Chapter 25: Two parties.
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Chapter 25: Two Parties.
Hogwarts.
Elias Blake.
200 CP awarded, 500 CP total.
The girls had been surprisingly clingy after the first task, but at least the day had been normal—if you ignored everyone watching me like a hawk.
Once the points were awarded, I left to join the girls and spend time together. Since the start of this mess, I had almost forgotten that our group was larger than just Iris and Hermione.
With Luna and Ginny tagging along, we decided to spend the rest of the day near the lake, and the elves were more than happy to prepare a picnic for us.
It was simple enough… until it wasn’t.
Flashback Begins
"You did amazing, Elias!" Ginny gushed, waving one hand animatedly while holding a sandwich in the other. "I had no idea you were so good with elemental magic."
"Daddy says it isn’t used more because of how difficult it is to learn," Luna chimed dreamily, a small smile on her face as she stuffed her mouth with pudding.
I wasn’t sure why she was so addicted to the stuff, but as long as she was happy, we were delighted to indulge her. Getting her to eat healthier was a constant battle, but Iris had a way with Luna—somehow, she always managed to make the airhead listen.
"It was my best option against a dragon," I shrugged. "Normal magic is almost useless unless you can aim perfectly, and even then, their resistance is incredibly high."
"That’s true," Iris nodded. "Krum learned that the hard way. His curse only managed to piss off his dragon."
"It’s a shame those eggs were destroyed," Hermione scowled. "That dragon species may not be endangered, but they were still victims of wizard interference."
"They deserved better," Luna pouted, her bottom lip trembling slightly.
"What about the other champions?" I asked, tilting my head. "I wasn’t allowed to see their performances—how did they do?"
"Cedric tried his best," Iris said with a shrug. "But the dragon ignored the hounds once she realized they weren’t threatening her eggs. After that, she focused entirely on Cedric. He couldn’t do much except call for help. It was a close call—if the headmaster hadn’t stepped in, his injuries could have been far worse."
"He was in rough shape," I agreed. "The healers had to treat him twice."
"Speaking of healers," I chuckled, "I think I found someone who might be able to help you with something—if you're interested."
"What are you talking about, Eli?" Iris raised an eyebrow.
"Did you see the Indian healer when you entered the tent?" I asked.
"No, they were still treating Cedric," she said.
"Ah, right," I nodded. "I must be more tired than I realize."
"A healer from India was brought in for the tournament, thanks to the French Ministry. She’s somewhat famous, I think."
"What’s her name?" Ginny asked.
"Pranitha Iyer, I think," I said. "She told me she was a front-line healer during Grindelwald’s war."
"I’ve heard of her!" Luna’s face lit up. "Mommy knew her personally. She used to tell me stories about her."
Her mood dimmed slightly, and I felt terrible, so I gently patted her head. "What did she say about her?"
Luna’s smile returned, soft but sincere. "You’re nice to me. Thank you, Elias."
"You’re our friend, Luna," I said, smiling back as I slid another serving of pudding her way.
"Mum had a book called Heroes of the War—it had all sorts of stories about people and their actions during the conflict," she said, her mouth full, earning an exasperated huff from Hermione.
Luna laughed sheepishly before quickly finishing the rest of her pudding—just in case Hermione decided to take it away. "Pranitha was one of the reasons the good guys won. She’s a Parselmouth and used that in her healing magic to make it more effective. I remember Mum telling me something about her saving Arcturus Black’s life after he was hit by a Dark curse from his family."
"How does someone get hit with a curse from their own family?" Ginny asked, tilting her head. "Did it rebound on him?"
"No," Luna shook her head, scanning the spread for more sweets. "I think his sister taught some of their family magic to a few of Grindelwald’s lieutenants."
Hermione’s expression turned thoughtful as she tapped a finger against her chin. "Cassiopeia Black… She was one of the most prominent supporters of Grindelwald. From what I’ve read, she firmly believed in his ideals and even helped develop some of the magic used in his campaigns."
Ginny nodded in understanding. "So, if she taught those spells to his followers, it makes sense that one of them might have used them against Arcturus."
"Exactly," Hermione confirmed.
Iris, however, let out an impatient sigh and crossed her arms. "That’s all very interesting, but what does this have to do with me? You said you found someone who could help—how?"
I chuckled at her bluntness. "I spoke with the healer and asked if she would be willing to teach you some Parselmagic—if you're interested."
Iris blinked in surprise, her arms slowly uncrossing. "We knew that Parselmagic was a thing, but there's not a lot of information in the library. Also, we checked the chamber of secrets, and Voldemort took everything."
“That's why I thought this could be a nice idea,” I shrugged, “But only if you want to.”
"It’s an obscure branch of magic," Hermione said immediately, "We know that it has some uses; you should go for it, Iris."
Iris frowned thoughtfully. "And what is she asking for in return?"
At that, I hesitated before sighing. "She’s… interested in my magic. She wants to study it further."
Hermione’s face twisted into a grimace. "I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Elias. Letting someone study your magic, especially someone we know nothing about, could be dangerous. If she figures out something you don’t even know yet, that could put you at a disadvantage."
I tilted my head. "I don’t get the feeling she has bad intentions. She seemed more curious than anything else. She even acted like a kid when I told her I would think about it."
"Even so," Hermione pressed, "curiosity doesn’t mean harmless. Some of the worst discoveries in magical history came from people who just wanted to know more.’"
Iris exhaled sharply. "So, what? You’re saying I shouldn’t take her offer?"
"I’m saying you should at least be cautious," Hermione replied firmly. "This is something you need to think about carefully."
Iris bit her lip, weighing her options, before returning to me. "Did she say what exactly she wants to study about your magic?"
I ran a hand through my hair. "Not in detail. Just that she’s never seen anything like it before, and she would like to observe how I use it."
Iris tapped her fingers against her knee, considering. "...I’ll think about it."
I nodded. "If it helps, I can speak with Dumbledore. He knows her personally, and we could ask for a vow."
Luna, quietly nibbling on a treacle tart, suddenly spoke up. "If she was a front-line healer, she’s seen more magic than most. If she thinks Elias’s magic is special, she might not be the only one."
The thought sent a ripple of silence through the group.
Ginny was the first to break it. "...That’s not exactly reassuring."
"Not really," I admitted, sighing.
Iris groaned, running a hand down her face. "Great. More problems."
I chuckled dryly. "Wouldn’t be Hogwarts without them."
“Just promise me to think about it,” I urged Iris, “This is a rare opportunity; I don't think we will find much information about it here in Britain, and knowing about it will be useful against Riddle.”
Iris opened her mouth but clamped shut after frowning, looking behind me.
Turning my head, I frowned, too. I did not like the person who was approaching our group.
Rita Skeeter strutted toward us with that ever-present, wide smile stretching across her face, her jeweled glasses glinting in the afternoon light. In one hand, she clutched her acid-green quill, already scratching away on its own, while the other smoothed out the garish robes she wore.
"Well, well, well," she cooed as she stopped just a few feet away, looking far too pleased with herself. "If it isn’t Hogwarts’ most talked-about champion and his lovely entourage. Enjoying a quiet afternoon, are we?"
I sighed through my nose, tired of this conversation before it began. "Is there something you need, Miss?"
"Such a polite young man," she said with a chuckle, her quill furiously scribbling even as she spoke. "And so very mysterious! You know, dear, you have been quite the enigma to the public. A rising star, some say. Others whisper about… a young man who got lucky with his friendships."
My frown deepened. "I’d suggest not listening to whispers, then."
She tittered like I had just made the most delightful joke. "Oh, but whispers are where the real stories lie, don’t you think? And I do so love uncovering the truth."
"Funny," Ginny muttered. "I thought you preferred making it up."
Skeeter turned her sharp gaze toward Ginny, but the other girl met it with an unimpressed look, her arms crossed tightly.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, I've heard a lot about you," the reporter said, her smile thinning. "Anything interesting you wish to tell me about your first year at Hogwarts?"
Iris’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
Rita didn’t wait for a response before returning to me, her quill scratching even faster. "Now, dear Elias, I simply must ask—how are you feeling after your stunning performance in the first task? Such command over elemental magic is rarely seen, especially in one so young."
"I feel fine," I said flatly.
"Just fine?" she prompted, tilting her head, her quill slowing slightly as if disappointed.
"Yes."
Her lips twitched in frustration before she brightened again. "And what of your lovely companions? Iris Potter, the Girl Who Lived, is a tragic yet inspiring figure. How do you feel about your friend’s performance, dear?"
Iris scoffed, clearly unimpressed with the act. "He did well, obviously."
"Obviously," Skeeter echoed, her quill eagerly jotting something down. "And tell me, dear, is it true that the two of you are more than just friends?"
Iris blinked before frowning, “I don't think it has anything to do with you.”
“The public deserves to know, my dear,” she tittered behind her hand, “I’ve heard a lot of rumors about this in my short time here, and I'm sure Wizarding Britain is dying to know more.”
“Is there any reason you are bothering us when we are clearly doing something of more importance, Miss Skitter?” I asked, unimpressed. My temper was reeling, but I squashed it before I could do something I would regret later on.
“I'm doing my work, dear,” she replied with a wide smile, her eyes glinting dangerously. “After such a performance, people will want to know more about you.”
Breathing deeply, I looked at her. “We are busy, so please leave.”
“But I have more questions, dear,” she chuckled, the quill writing furiously behind her.
This will get us nowhere.
Ignoring her, I looked at the girls, who all had different faces: Luna pouted at the journalist, Ginny frowned, Iris outright glared at her, and Hermione looked worriedly at me.
Hermione knew that going against this woman was not a good idea.
“Let's go,” I shook my head, “My appetite is ruined.”
The girls nodded as one, and Hermione waved her wand as the utensils and food packed themselves into the basket.
“I still have questions, young man,” Skeeter's eyes sharpened as she hurried behind us.
I just ignored her and kept walking.
Flashback end.
Rita Skeeter’s presence was a problem, but I knew her secret. If I needed to stop her, I could—and I would.
But… she could be useful, too. Any action against her would have consequences, and I must consider them carefully.
We had left Luna in the Ravenclaw common room earlier, and Ginny had split off before that, leaving just the three of us as we finally approached Gryffindor Tower. It had been a long day, and I even felt bone-deep weariness. The fight against the dragon had been something else entirely. Without the grimoire and all my training, I knew I wouldn’t have stood a chance.
“Balderdash,” I muttered through a yawn at the Fat Lady’s portrait.
The door swung open, and instead of the quiet relief of a dormitory at rest, we were met with a cacophony of noise.
I barely had time to register what was happening before the noise engulfed us. The Gryffindor common room was packed with students cheering, clapping, and raising their drinks in celebration. Someone, probably an older student, had charmed floating banners to read FIRST PLACE: ELIAS BLAKE! in flashing gold letters. The moment they spotted us, the energy in the room increased.
“Mate! That was brilliant!” Dean Thomas clapped me on the back. He had a wide grin on his face, which I returned. We didn't speak much to each other, but he was a good bloke.
“Never seen a dragon look so confused before,” Seamus grinned, raising a mug of what I suspected wasn’t just butterbeer.
Even younger students who had barely spoken to me before were gushing. Their excitement was notable as some of them rushed into me, waving quills and empty papers, asking for my autograph.
I will forever deny the girls who said I had pink cheeks while signing those papers.
“Speech! Speech!” Lee Jordan called, and the room took up the chant.
I chuckled, raising my hands. “I think the dragon deserves most of the credit. She put up a hell of a fight.”
Laughter and cheers erupted, and I was soon dragged toward one of the conjured tables where a feast had been set up—probably stolen from the kitchens with the twins' help.
Speaking of whom, Fred and George appeared at my sides, each slinging an arm around my shoulders.
“Good show, mate,” Fred grinned.
“Absolutely top-tier entertainment,” George added. “We should get you a stage.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather not make a career out of dodging fire-breathing monsters, thanks.”
“Shame, really. But, as a reward for tonight’s performance…” Fred held up a bottle with a knowing smirk.
George mirrored him with a matching bottle. “Contraband, courtesy of our many, many connections.”
“Firewhisky for the older years, butterbeer for the unfortunate younglings. I know you all are in the middle, so… you can choose whatever you want; you deserve it,” Fred finished.
Without hesitation, Iris took one of the butterbeers, quickly twisting the cap off. But I could see her looking at the firewhiskey in curiosity.
Hermione gave them a half-hearted glare before sighing and taking one herself. I did the same, raising the bottle to my lips as the party roared on around us.
Across the room, Ron sat near the fireplace, arms crossed. His expression wasn’t as openly bitter as it had been in the weeks leading up to the task, but his eyes still had that tinge of jealousy. He glanced at me, and for a moment, I thought he might say something, but Seamus passed him a drink, and he hesitated before grabbing it. A few minutes later, he even laughed with the others.
The party dragged on, but soon, most people became too focused on their revelry to pay attention to us.
Taking the chance, Hermione nudged my arm and gave me a subtle wink. Iris was already edging her hand toward my trunk, which I had in its miniature form under my shirt.
Smiling, I nodded at the girls. Iris grabbed the trunk, but not before leaving feather-light touches on my abs and chest. She smiled as she nodded at Hermione, and they walked into a corner where no one was watching, entering my trunk.
I casually stretched and yawned. “I think I’m turning in for the night. Fighting dragons is exhausting.”
A few people called out half-hearted protests, but the general mood was too festive for anyone to care.
Discreetly, I scooped up the trunk, feeling its familiar weight, and approached the boys’ dormitory. Once inside, I shut the door, placed the trunk on the floor, and tapped it with my wand. The latch clicked open, and I stepped inside, the space shifting around me as I entered my Hollow.
I stepped into the door of the house, shutting the entrance behind me, and turned—only to freeze.
Iris and Hermione were waiting inside, but they weren’t in their usual pajamas this time, as I had grown accustomed to in the past weeks. Instead, they wore matching baby doll nightgowns made of delicate silk that looked soft to the touch. The dresses barely reached mid-thigh, the sheer material hinting at their curves while remaining modest enough to avoid being outright scandalous.
Iris, always bold, stood with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, her hands resting confidently on her hips. The deep crimson of her baby doll complemented her wild hair, cascading down her shoulders in waves. The lace trim along the neckline did little to conceal her figure, and the way she carried herself made it clear that she knew exactly what effect it had on me.
Hermione, on the other hand, was an entirely different sight. She stood fidgeting, her arms crossed beneath her chest as if debating whether to cover herself entirely. The pale pink of her nightdress matched the flush rising up her neck, spreading across her cheeks as she shifted awkwardly under my gaze. She had a shy smile, so I knew she wanted this; she was just nervous.
I opened my mouth dumbly before closing it with a click. They looked so beautiful. I was the luckiest guy on this earth.
“You look breathtaking,” I finally squeezed the words out, “Both of you.”
Iris's smirk widened, and Hermione flushed even more but smiled happily.
“We wanted to surprise you,” Hermione said shyly, “Do you like it?”
“I would have to be blind to dislike this, love,” I grinned at her, “I honestly have no words.”
“You made us proud today, Eli,” Iris said as she sauntered, her hips swaying as she approached, “watching you fight against the dragon made me feel something.”
When she was in front of me, she kept her gaze locked on mine and took my hand, “Something in here,” she continued in the same breathy voice as she put my hand on her lower abdomen.
I felt the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric, her toned stomach shifting slightly under my palm. Her smirk deepened as she leaned in, her breath ghosting against my jaw.
"Something… wild," Iris murmured, her fingers trailing up my arm in slow, soft strokes.
Hermione made a small noise from behind her, shifting on her feet. When I glanced at her, she was biting her lip and watching us with wide eyes. She looked torn between embarrassment and something else… curiosity.
I turned my attention back to Iris. "Wild, huh?" I murmured, squeezing her waist lightly. "And here I thought you were happy to see me unharmed."
Her eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, I definitely hoped that," she admitted, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between us. "But watching you up there, holding your own against that dragon… It did something to me."
Hermione exhaled softly, drawing our attention. She was still fidgeting with the hem of her baby doll, her fingers twisting the lace. She walked closer.
"Iris," she muttered, her voice almost chastising, but there was no real bite behind it. "You make it sound so—"
"So hot?" Iris cut in, shooting her a playful look.
Hermione groaned, covering her face with both hands. "Merlin, I knew this would happen."
I chuckled, reaching out to gently tug her hands away. "Hey, you’re the one who wanted to surprise me?"
She pouted but let me pull her closer. "I just… I didn’t think you’d look at me the way you’re looking at Iris," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Iris raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, watching with interest.
I tilted my head. "And how am I looking at her?"
Hermione swallowed, her brown eyes searching mine. "Like you want her."
I let out a slow breath, brushing my fingers along her wrist. "Hermione, love," I said softly, "I want both of you. You don’t have to compare yourself to anyone. You’re you, and that’s what I like."
She held my gaze for a long moment before finally exhaling and leaning into me, resting her forehead against my shoulder.
"That was unfairly sweet," she mumbled.
Iris laughed, wrapping her arms around both of us. "Looks like we’re off to a good start then."
“I’ve wanted to do this for hours,” Iris said, her voice low and hungry.
Without another word, her hands were on my shirt, fingers working quickly to undo the buttons. Her fierce and soft lips crashed into mine. The warmth of her touch sent shivers racing down my spine, and I responded instinctively, my hands sliding around her waist to pull her closer until there was no space left between us. Her body pressed against mine, every curve fitting perfectly, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just her.
But then I felt a soft, hesitant touch on my arm.
Hermione stood close, her presence a quiet contrast to Iris’s needy energy. Her fingers brushed against my skin, as if she were unsure whether she was allowed to join. I broke the kiss with Iris just enough to glance at Mione, and the look in her eyes made my chest tighten. She was always so shy in things like this, but there was something different this time… she was curious.
“Mione,” I murmured, my voice rough and low. I reached for her, my hand finding hers, and gently pulled her closer. She stumbled a little, her face flushing as she stepped into the space between Iris and me. Her eyes darted between us, but she didn’t pull away.
Iris noticed her, too, and for a moment, she paused, her hands still resting on my chest. But then she smiled and shifted her attention to Hermione. “Hey,” she said gently, her voice softer than usual. “Do you remember our practice?”
As soon as the words left her lips, Mione’s eyes widened, her mouth opening as if to speak, but no sound came out. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she looked torn between wanting to bolt and stay.
My curiosity spiked, but before I could ask, Iris grinned, her eyes sparkling.
Iris closed the space between them, moving slowly and deliberately, giving Hermione every chance to pull away. But she didn’t. She just stood there, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps, her body trembling with excitement.
“Iris…” Hermione whimpered softly, her voice barely audible. She closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks, and nodded almost imperceptibly.
Iris smirked, her gaze flicking to mine with smug satisfaction before she winked. “That’s our girl,” she murmured, her voice dripping with affection. Then she leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.
I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of them. Hermione looked so vulnerable, but the way she leaned into the kiss, her hands tentatively finding Iris’s shoulders, spoke volumes.
Iris deepened the kiss, her hands sliding to Hermione’s waist to pull her closer, and she responded with a soft, needy sound that sent a jolt of heat through me.
Iris pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against Hermione, her breath mingling with hers. “See?” she whispered, her voice warm and reassuring. “You’re perfect.”
Hermione’s eyes fluttered open, and she looked at Iris like she’d just handed her the world. Then her gaze shifted to me, and for the first time, I saw Hermione looking at me like I was one of those books in the hidden section of the library.
“Elias…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Can I…?”
I didn’t let her finish. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and cupped her face. “You don’t have to ask,” I said softly, my thumb brushing against her cheek. “You never have to ask.”
And then I kissed her.
It differed from kissing Iris—softer, slower, like I was pouring all the reassurance I could into this moment.
Mione stiffened at first, her hands hovering awkwardly in the air, but then she relaxed, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt as she kissed me back. It was tentative at first, almost shy, but then she deepened the kiss, her touch growing bolder, more confident.
Iris watched us, her arms crossed over her chest and a satisfied smile on her lips. “Told you,” she said, her voice teasing. “I have a task to do.”
Iris returned to take off my shirt; she flung it across the room, the sound breaking Hermione from the kiss.
Hermione pulled away from me, her face flushed but her eyes shining as she looked at my naked torso. “Why do you have to be so damn handsome.”
“That he is,” Iris grinned, “Why don't we take it to the bed?”
Next day.
Ash's thrills woke me up; otherwise, I’m sure I would have slept in.
I groaned as I opened my eyes, the bright light stinging, but the weight on my chest was unmistakable.
I moved carefully, trying not to wake the girls. We hadn’t gone further than making out, and some heavy petting, but their baby dolls lay discarded on the floor, leaving them in just bras and panties.
Both of them looked beautiful as they breathed softly against my chest. Our bodies were littered with hickeys and smudges of lipstick. I’d had doubts about Iris being straight since the World Cup, but seeing her make out with Hermione last night was… well, it was something else.
Hermione, for her part, didn’t seem averse to having some fun either. It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?
Iris stirred first, her fingers curling lightly against my chest as she released a soft, sleepy sigh. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she looked disoriented, her gaze darting around the room before settling on me. A slow, lazy smile spread across her lips, and she nuzzled closer, her voice still thick with sleep.
“Morning,” she murmured, her breath warm against my skin.
“Morning,” I replied, my voice low. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering momentarily.
Hermione shifted next, her head lifting slightly as she blinked awake. She looked up at me, her cheeks flushing a faint pink as the memories of last night seemed to flood back. She opened her mouth to say something, then hesitated, her eyes flicking to Iris before she settled on a simple “Hi.”
“Hi,” I said, grinning. “Sleep well?”
She rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away. “You’re insufferable,” she muttered, though there was no real bite.
Iris chuckled, propping herself up on one elbow to look at Hermione. “He’s not wrong, though. You were… enthusiastic last night.”
Iris lifted her arms, showing the lipsticks marks all over her body. From her face, all the way to the expanse of her chest, stomach and legs.
Hermione’s blush deepened, and she swatted at Iris playfully. “Oh, like you weren’t?”
Iris smirked, leaning in to kiss Hermione’s lips quickly. “I never said I wasn’t.”
“I'll never get tired of seeing that,” I murmured, “You both look hot.”
“Prat,” Hermione huffed but didn’t say anything that showed her being averse to a repeat.
200 CP awarded, 700 CP total.
The grimoire appeared, and the girls, knowing what was coming, sat on the bed expectantly.
“Let's see if I'm lucky today,” I chuckled, winking at them.
Finding Magic-200 CP
While you may not necessarily have magic, you have great skill and luck in finding magical objects and the knowledge and experience to exploit them for your benefit, even if they change forms and function.
Gatekeeper's Ointment- 100 CP
It might smell weird, and I've got no idea what's in it, but this Ointment was made by a member of the Senior Council, and it's got the power to prove it. Apply it under your eyes, and you'll be able to see through any veils, illusions, flesh masks, and any other sort of supernatural obfuscation out there until it dries up in about an hour. It's even better than using the Sight without risking getting what you see burned into your mind. There's enough goo for nine doses; if you shut it up after you're done with it, you'll find it's refilled overnight.
Spawn of Order-400 CP
Mutation and the ravages of Chaos are issues for the lesser races. Indeed, there have been no recorded incidences of Lizardmen falling under the sway of Chaos as, while often savage, they have remained agents of Order. You find that any attempt to mutate or alter your body or mind against your will (magically or otherwise) is met with a cold-eyed stare and (if possible) the dismemberment of the offending party.
0 CP left.
The girls waited impatiently, Iris fidgeting in her spot that, truthfully, made me lose focus, seeing her breasts jiggle enticingly, asking for my attention.
“Ugh, Iris, you’ll be the death of me, I swear,” I chuckled, “I got something useful today, so that's nice.”
Iris grinned as my eyes roamed her barely hidden chest. “Well, don't keep us waiting. What did you get?”
“Hmm,” I nodded, “This is an ointment that helps see through things hidden by magic or the like. It's useful, but I don't imagine us needing it right now.”
Hermione nodded, biting her lip, “I wonder how potent it is. Could it help us see through the fidelius charm?”
“No idea,” I said, “I guess we will find out.”
“Now, these two are perks, so I don't have a way to show them, but one gives me luck finding magical objects. Nothing that useful right now, but we can gain something from it when we get out of school. The other one is the big one today; if someone tries to mind control or use transfiguration in my body, they will get a nice surprise.” I grinned, hugging the girls close, “It was one of my biggest fears, someone controlling me and ordering me to hurt any of you.”
“You would never hurt us,” Hermione said with conviction, leaving feather-like kisses from my chin to my pecs, “You love us too much for that.”
“Un,” Iris nodded, imitating Hermione, “but having complete assurance is nice. I never thought about it.”
“I love you both,” I said softly, smiling at the girls who stopped cold, “You meant the world to me. You have no idea how happy I am.”
“I love you too, idiot,” Iris smirked, “You will never get away from us.”
Hermione nodded seriously, “You're here for the long run, mister.”
“And I wouldn't change that,” I grinned, “Now, I need to speak with the headmaster and ask for a favor. I want to surprise you, so I won't explain anything right now. Just wait for later.”
Iris pouted but hugged me tighter, “Sure thing, Eli.”
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