Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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As the door closed, Draco moved in Harry’s arms, twining a hand into Harry’s hair, pulling him down onto his mouth with a moan, opening to Harry’s tongue, his mind tuned to his lover, {This is a room of requirement, love, allow me}, he gently parted them, taking hold of his wand. Harry watched as the room shrunk around them. A large fireplace opening in the wall before them. A fire sparking in the grate. A soft pile of blankets and pillows appearing before it. When the room had finished configuring, Draco rose, holding his hand out for Harry to grasp, {Shall we?}. Harry took his hand, kissing it before allowing himself to be pulled up into Draco’s arms.

They kissed, but it was somewhat desultory. Harry sent, {I think we’re both a bit tired for this, aren’t we?. This dowsing malarkey takes it out of you. Come on, let’s get back and eat}. Draco drew away and smiled, {Yes, let’s}.

As they walked back, they exchanged thoughts and feelings on the morning, {You know, she said normally that she starts dowsing from two inches away. She was six from me and a whole foot from you, lover. Looked like we wore her out too}, Draco felt Harry’s grin in his head, {What did she say to you when she ‘passed’ over your belly?}. Draco giggled, {She asked me if I wanted to know Cariad’s sex. I told her we already knew, she never asked me how we knew}.

Draco felt Harry’s mood darken and knew the reason. Harry suddenly bunched his fists and stiffened his shoulders, thrusting his hands into his pockets, Draco insinuated his arm through Harry’s, kissing him on the cheek, feeling infused with Harry’s sombre thoughts. Draco stopped them, and turned Harry to him. {I know this isn’t a game, my love, but you know me, why worry about something that you can do nothing about}. He snaked his arms around Harry’s shoulders and reeled his lover into a kiss. Harry was slow to respond, even a little reluctant, but when Draco gently nibbled his lower lip, Harry could resist no longer, and, feeling desire course through him like a sudden brushfire, he submitted to that talented mouth. He felt Draco purr, {I think someone needs to be taken, lose control for a while, give it all up. I can do that, my love}. Harry pressed them together, deepening the kiss, {Yes. Yes, my Dragon, Take me, I’m all yours}.

They staggered into their rooms, barely able to stand. Each had sent each other such images of unbridled eroticism, that, when Draco pressed Harry to their front door, laying silencing charms to prevent the whole school from hearing Harry’s cries, he pushed them together, teasing, grinding their hips against each other, each hard, looks darkening, then Draco stepped back. He shrugged off his cloak, unwound the cummerbund of shield fabric, letting both pool around his feet. He toed off his shoes and socks, and moved into Harry’s arms, {Take the rest of it off, love. Bare me to you. I want your mouth on me}. Gasping between kisses, Harry complied, kissing and licking the bare skin as he revealed it.

Draco twisted them around, so he was against the door, letting Harry frame his head with two hands, before he escaped and sank to his knees. He had Harry exactly where he wanted him. He undid him, pushing trousers and pants down, taking Harry into his mouth. Felt Harry moan as he thrust involuntarily into his throat, brought him to the edge, then pulled away, sneaking around until he held Harry’s hips in his hands, standing behind him. Harry pushed backwards when he read Draco’s ploy. But Draco teased and tormented, rubbing his cock in Harry’s cleft, before kneeling once again and rimming him expertly, Harry bucking onto his tongue, unravelling. He felt Draco stand, part his cheeks and enter him. He saw stars, pushing back onto that amazing cock, eager for it to fill him. Draco tried to control the pace, but lost it as Harry sank onto him over and over. Draco thrusting now, harder and harder, incoherent, it wouldn’t last much longer for either of them, the intensity building. Harry tightening around Draco. Draco, unable to contain himself another second, lost control coming hard into Harry, seconds before Harry sprayed the door.

They made it to bed, where they finished undressing each other, and sank into blissful slumber, mouths, arms and legs all tangled together.

xxxxxxx

Harry woke nuzzling Draco to wakefulness, nibbling his neck, his jaw, but Draco gently pushed him away and sat up, {I’m starving, love, I need to eat}, his sending turned wistful, {And I want something hot and spicy with strong flavours. Mmmm}, he rubbed his growling stomach. They clambered from their bed. Harry dressing, Draco just flinging his gown on. Harry summoned Dobby and asked him if he knew of cuisines from other lands. Dobby nodded cautiously. “Then if you can do it, we’d love some Chinese hot and sour soup please, one large bowl, two spoons. Then crispy aromatic duck and pancakes to follow with julienne cucumber and leek with hoi-sin sauce please, not the plum sauce”. Dobby thought a moment, nodded twice and disappeared.

A short while later, he returned bearing a large bowl of steaming soup and two ceramic ladle-shaped spoons. The boys ate sitting cross-legged on the floor before their fire, the bowl on a tray between them. At the very first mouthful, Draco was in raptures, he had never had such a fine soup, crammed as it was with meat and vegetables, thick with soya and with plenty of tiny chilli rings floating in it. Harry glanced across at Draco, who was positively inhaling soup, sent, {So you like it then?}. Draco paused, looking up into Harry’s amused green gaze, his face flushed with chilli heat, {It’s wonderful. It’s just what I wanted, although I didn’t know it}, then as Harry smiled, he apologised with his eyes, {Sorry, babe, am I being a hog?}. Harry nodded, {Save me some}. Draco pushed the bowl to him, licking his spoon, leaning sideways onto the sofa, as he casually observed Harry savouring each mouthful until the bowl was empty.

The duck appeared with two forks stuck out of the breast, a spare plate for the carcass, a plateful of vegetable strips, a dish of sauce, that Draco wasted no time in trying, on the tip of his little finger, {Mmm, nice}, he sent. Harry knelt up and grasping the forks, expertly shredded the meat off the bones, discarding them, {You’ve done this before, Harry}, came Draco’s laconic send. Harry nodded. {It was Dursley senior’s favourite meal, so on his birthday, Aunt Petunia would order in from our local Chinese takeaway. It’s probably the only thing me and Vernon’s got in common}, Harry chuckled.

Harry showed Draco how to make his pancakes, and Draco was transported to culinary heaven at first bite, the skin crisp, hot and juicy, the meat succulent, the counterpoint of the sauce, and the flimsiness of the pancakes, made this both the best and the messiest meal Draco had ever eaten.

As the last shreds of food disappeared, Draco crawled onto the sofa, and lay full length, his head resting on the arm, and sighed with satisfaction. {Thanks for that, lover, when I get an unspecified food urge again, then I’ll leave it up to you, that was amazing}. Harry leaned with his back to the sofa, letting Draco play with his hair. Dobby collected the remains of lunch and spirited it away, leaving a parchment with them as he left. Harry unrolled it, scanning the page, {Dumbledore wants to see us in his office at nine tomorrow, to discuss Bertha’s preliminary observations. Doesn’t sound too bad, though she did look done in after the dowsing}.

{That gives us the whole afternoon}, Draco’s send was low and sultry in Harry’s mind. Harry grinned, {Oh no you don’t. Some of you may be the Brain of Britain, but us other poor mortals have to work}. Harry stood and stretched, revealing an expanse of toned belly that made Draco’s mouth go dry, {If you want me to keep my hands off you, you trollop, then stop tempting me, and pass me my History of Magic essay, please, if you would. That should distract me, not}, he sighed. He turned onto his stomach, raising his upper body by stuffing cushions under him. Harry passed him his books and quill, and Draco really did try to become absorbed in his essay, as Harry sat down at the desk to complete his write-up of the last month’s Astronomical observations.

Draco closed his channel to Harry, and laid on the sofa daydreaming instead, letting random images flit behind his closed eyes, he started slightly, as a picture broadened in his mind. A sunny day, Harry and himself in a garden he had never seen before. He could see their heads, a few feet apart, and as the image developed. Harry and he were bent at the waist, facing each other, but their looks were concentrated downwards, their expressions joyful and animated. Draco forced his mental ‘camera’ to back away, to take in the whole ‘shot’. His eyebrows shot up in alarm, his eyes widened, as he realised that they were watching their little girl’s first steps. He couldn’t resist, he clicked a mental image, opened his channels and sent it to Harry.

Who spun round instantly, {Where did that come from?}, his eyes big and round behind his glasses. Draco shrugged, {It just came to me. I had to kind of mentally back off from it, to see the whole thing, but I couldn’t resist sharing it}. Harry felt a prickle down his spine, {Only, I have had a couple dreams of us as a family, you know, after she’s born, well, some of the dreams take place in exactly that garden}. This time, it was Draco’s turn to look shocked. {Send me one, Harry. One of your ‘dreams’}.

Harry composed himself and Draco allowed his mind to relax. An image grew, taken from ground level. Their little girl was a bit bigger than in Draco’s picture, and she was travelling towards the ‘camera’ on a strange three-wheeled contraption, {What’s that, Harry?}. Harry grinned, {It’s a tricycle. Muggle children’s toy}. As she approached, she hit the edge of a flagstone, tumbling from her trike, instantly, four hands reached out for her, only the hands ‘belonging’ to the viewpoint were Draco’s not Harry’s.

Draco’s eyes shot open, {You’re seeing this from my point of view, and you can make the images move. Bloody hell, Harry}. Harry shook his head, {They’re mainly from my point of view}, he sent another of him helping with her homework. She was about eight. And them giving up, rising from the desk in this completely strange room to seek out ‘mum’, who could solve the problem. Draco smiled, and then gasped as his own view clicked in. He ‘watched’ his daughter walk towards him, saw her face clearly. {She has my eyes, Harry}. {And your beautiful mouth, Dragon, but nature felt fit to bestow upon her my hair, and possibly, my brain}. Harry felt Draco chuckle, {Well at least her flying skills should be legendary}.

Harry crossed the room, all thoughts of his project forgotten. Draco looked up at him, {It just changed again, didn’t it?}. Harry nodded, before gesturing to Draco to ‘budge up’, and laying down beside him, taking him in his arms, {Bloody hell, Dragon, what are we?}. Draco held his Harry tight, {Don’t know, lover. Are we Seers, or are we charmed by Voldemort into inventing some mythical idyllic future that we’ll never see. Though, I don’t know about you, but this felt mighty real to me}. Harry nodded, {Me too. We need to find out if ‘seeing’ is part of this Telempath thing or not, although we’ve both known people with a bit of the Sight in them}. Draco couldn’t stop a snort of disdain escaping, {Aye, and every one of them nutters}. They both chuckled.

As dusk crept around them, Harry lazily lit a fire with his wand. All afternoon, they had been sending each other memories, Draco had become quite distressed at some of Harry’s ‘sends’, particularly the fact that his lover had been forced to live in a tiny cupboard until the age of twelve. He held Harry very tight, opening his mind and heart as much as he could to Harry, who lay on his chest, weeping. {You didn’t deserve that, Harry, this was not your fault. Although I’m sure Dumbledore should have found a way to keep you here at school over the summers. Not subjected you to that}.

Draco kissed Harry’s hair. He felt the weeping change to sniffles and raised Harry’s head, so Harry’s red bleary eyes looked into his own, {I love you, Harry, and I always will. When danger threatens, maybe these are the things to hold on to. Our daughter taking her first steps, the way we love each other}, he ran out of steam. Instead, he found Harry’s hand, pressing it over his belly, by now a definite mound, although small. Harry sent, {You’re right, Dragon. She’s going to be beautiful, isn’t she?}. Draco looked into deep malachite as the room darkened, {Yes}. Then joined them from mouth to knees.

They both had dressing gowns on, joshing and giggling as they Summoned their evening meal, looking at it. Draco feeling a faint disgust at the stodge. In an instant it was whisked away. Dobby eagerly asking them for the evening’s menu, he enjoyed cooking, and was somewhat bored by Hogwarts staples. Harry closed his eyes, {D’you fancy more Chinese, lover?}. Draco grinned, {Oh, yes}. So Harry ordered prawn toasts, seaweed, spare ribs, salt and pepper ribs, honey and lemon chicken and spring rolls. Then special fried rice with duck in black bean sauce and chicken sweet and sour. As the food arrived, Draco tucked in with gusto, enjoying everything, laughing as new flavours hit his taste buds. Harry was a genius.

Harry was in another world, and Draco felt a part of it as he sampled everything on offer. As they ate, Harry sent, {Tomorrow, we’ll eat Indian, the day after Thai. Oh, Dragon, the culinary world opens up before us. I love food. I can cook too, you know}. Draco laughed and sent, {Cook for me all you want, lover, I love home cooked grub, but if I get fat then I’ll string you up}. Harry could feel Draco’s pout, {Oh, don’t be like that, Dragon}. Harry nibbled that stuck out lower lip, sucking it gently between his own, applying a gentle bite, as Draco gave in, letting Harry taste him, then each fed each other morsels of food.

Draco from the end of a fork. Harry loaded food between his chopsticks and fed his Dragon, then himself. Draco decided right there, that this was the most erotic way to eat, and, giggling, he extracted the chopsticks from Harry’s fingers. {Teach me how to use them, babe}. Harry demonstrated. It was a short while before Draco got the hang of them, then picked up a huge prawn, loading it with sauce and rice and offered it to Harry. Who accepted it with his tongue wrapping around the tips of the chopsticks, grinning at his Dragon. Emboldened, Draco snared a piece of chicken, loading it and letting Harry take it from him. Giggling, he started to ‘see’ Harry’s thing about food.

Food as seduction. Harry kissed Draco after they had finished feeding each other, gazing at him, before sinking into Draco’s shoulder. Draco twisted his arms around Harry, holding him tight, tipping their mouths together, feeling the pull, and answering as inexorably as night answers day. Harry’s eyes closed. Both had a feeling of bowing to the inevitable, and neither minded. As far as either were concerned, the mere mention of the term ‘bond-mates’ had drawn them closer instantly, relishing that closeness, tasting it, and being enchanted by each other.

xxxxxxx

A couple of minutes before nine the following morning saw them on the rotating staircase towards the Headmaster’s office, stepping out into that lofty tower room. Dumbledore stood in greeting then gestured them to two chairs before his desk. They all sat, the boys slipping their cloaks off. “Ah, Mr Malfoy, I see you are making use of the shield fabric, a wise move if I may say so. Bertha developed that herself.”. “Yes, sir, Although I wish I could wear it under my clothes, but it itches like crazy”. Dumbledore smiled, “Better an affronted fashion sense, eh?”, his tone indulgent. “Now, gentlemen, to business”, he felt them both tense towards him slightly, “Relax, boys, the news is mainly good. We’ll come to the other bit in due course. Now. Have you started ‘seeing’ yet?”. They glanced at each other, Harry spoke up, “We think so, but as it only happened last night for the first time, we thought it was a trick of the imagination”.

Dumbledore nodded sagely, “And how much can each of you read what the other is seeing?”. “Well I ‘saw’ something from Draco’s point of view, and we can send and receive moving images from each other”, despite trying to hold on to a professional resolve, he couldn’t halt the flush heating his cheeks. He suddenly felt Dumbledore in his mind, {Save those images for later, Mr Potter}. Draco cut in, {Am I missing something here?. Oh, and, Professor?, I can hear you now. Cool!}. Then Draco caught himself, a sudden panic rising his chest, as an urgent question chased around his mind. Harry felt the flurry of anxiety pour off his lover in waves. Draco looked hard at the Professor, his eyes round, {Sir, if, erm, you are unrealised, then if Harry and I hadn’t bonded, then, erm, would, erm, you and I....?}. Dumbledore threw back his head and howled with laughter.

{When I said I was unrealised, that did not mean I was unbonded, dear boy. But, no, we only get one chance at this, and I was bonded with another, now, sadly, deceased}. As this news sunk in, then it was Harry’s turn to feel shock, {You destroyed the Stone, and you let your own bond-mate die?}. Harry was aghast. Draco, confused. {That was why he had the Philosopher’s stone in the first place, Harry. Nicolas Flamel was the only Telempath in several generations, so he prolonged his life, in the hope of a bond-mate. As he aged and no fellow Telempath appeared, he decided to bond with a promising young Telepath, myself. We tried. I changed, just as you have done, Draco. But life, age and nature had taken their course, and the bond was never completed, although we spent many happy years together}.

Harry felt the sadness pouring from the old man across from him, and both boys saw their Head in a completely new light. Draco, as he often did, laid his hand on his belly as the room fell into silence. Dumbledore smiled, wanly, {But you two, on the other hand, are completely extraordinary}. He steepled his hands and took several deep breaths, {You wore out the Ministry’s most capable Auror, although you both gave her the most interesting ’reads’ of her entire career}.

{It would appear that we have two bonded Wizards of possibly Mage Class in our midst. A phenomenon unheard of in the modern Wizarding World. Mages are even rarer than Telempaths. You have the sight as well as the hearing and sending and reading abilities. With some training you could, collectively, move mountains, and therein lies the rub. There is simply no-one in all the Wizarding World who can train you. Not that you are untrainable, just the opposite, you are both keen students, and I know you both wish to learn how to trammel your powers, but there is no-one of a high enough Magical calibre to help you put it all together}

He tapped a pile of books on his desk, {These I have gathered from all over the World, they have been translated where necessary, and they may be of some help, but aside from our protection, which is yours for as long as you require it, there is little else we can offer. You both possess a weapon that is more powerful than anything in Voldemort’s arsenal. You know what that is, Harry, you felt it the night you despatched Quirrell. My boy, it was the love that you have in you, now both of you, and the token of that great love that you carry within you, Draco. It is no accident that you named her for ‘love’ is it?}, Draco felt himself colour, {No}, he smiled sheepishly and stroked his little bump.

End of Part One