Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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Draco woke with a crick in his neck, the awareness slowly dawning as he rose to consciousness, that he had never felt so happy in his entire life. They were still on the sofa. Harry with his back against the back of the settee, one arm around Draco’s neck and shoulders, the other clamped around his daughter in Draco’s belly. The first thing Draco was truly aware of, was the fact that they were naked and covered by a blanket, the second, washing over him in a delightful haze was Harry’s intoxicating smell. Draco could feel the joy rise in his chest as he inhaled the essence of his beloved, realising with a suppressed giggle, that this was one of the many reasons he couldn’t be more than a few feet away from his lover. He turned as carefully as he could in Harry’s arms, hooking his own around Harry’s back, the other hand sliding under Harry’s sleeping face, he kissed him lightly, before snuggling down and sleeping once more, his nose embedded firmly in Harry’s neck.

As Harry regained consciousness, he was instantly aware of a change. In both of them. He tried to read it, but was still feeling too fuzzy from sleep. He let himself drift, feeling Draco’s weight against him, sinking his mouth into Draco’s hair. That felt thicker, somehow. More luxuriant. He let fingers play as he tilted that sleeping mouth to his, gently tasting his somnolent Dragon, before he had to rise, disentangling himself with great reluctance, and padding to the bathroom. For a moment, he thought of running a bath, then sped back to the sofa, tucking himself back in against a dozing Draco, who was rapidly surfacing, folding his long arms around his lover, Harry pressing back into them, a big daft grin on his face, as Draco started to nibble and bite the available bits of Harry’s neck and throat, running his nails lightly over Harry’s taut belly, laughing into Harry’s shoulder as he could feel everything they both felt.

Draco had to rise a short while later. Harry watched as the morning light silhouetted his beloved, as he came back to him, his belly rounding out by the day. In all his short life, he had never seen or experienced something so arousing. His eyes darkened as Draco returned, catching Harry’s expression and smiling shyly, sending, {That slow beautiful thing that you do, Harry. I want you like that}. Harry grinned and flipped Draco on top of him. {No, my Dragon. I want you to do that to me. Let me teach you. I think this is an important part of our learning. Our magic, the new stuff that is, is somehow located in our emotions and feelings, not in our minds}. He grinned up at his lover, {It’s here, in our sexuality. In our loving. That’s somehow why Cariad is the bond, and love is the key. This isn’t a higher brain function, this is more visceral, feeling, in our baser natures. The ones that intellectual Magic and sophistry love to try and forget or ignore}.

Draco accepted his instruction diligently, sometimes thrusting hard to build the excitement, then backing down as the intensity cooled a little until he had kept his lover on the brink of ecstasy for over an hour, feeling him give way beneath him with a whispered “Dragon”, biting his lip as he took them both over the edge, weeping happy tears into Harry’s hair as they came. Somewhere between the point of no return and completion, he also felt the change.

xxxxxxx

As they went about their day, it was as if a euphoria had seized them. Even Snape’s glares failed to dampen their exuberance, they managed to send and pick up various messages passed round, ‘translating’ them for those who couldn’t tune in fast enough, mainly deeply insulting about their teacher, nothing malicious, but some a bit twisted.

It was when one of the girls giggled out loud, combined with folk turning in their seats to face the person they were sending to, that Harry asked everyone to stop. {If you’re gonna talk in lessons, then at least look like you’re working. Don’t turn around to face each other. You’ll recognise each other’s ‘voices’ soon enough, and if Snape finds out we’ve been teaching you, me ‘n Draco’s gonna get bollocked every which way from breakfast and banished back to the cave}. Variations of ‘Sorry Harry’ or ‘Sorry guys’ drifted to them as the class returned to diligent study. For once, Snape looked truly confused. A restless silence, then all eyes down to the page at once.

Draco’s inner chuckle was for Harry only. {He’s really rattled. Didn’t know what happened there at all. Shall I have some real fun, Harry?}{NO}, Harry’s send so urgent as to make Draco turn towards him, {Sorry, didn’t mean to shout, but I want to show you something later, and I’d rather not get detention from Snape to spoil the fun. Something changed today, Dragon, and I think I know what}. Thoroughly mystified, Draco had felt it that morning, and bent his head dutifully over his work, {Sorry, baby, I was being a show-off}.

The rest of the lesson passed uneventfully enough, but Snape puzzled, glaring after his class as they left. There was lots of hilarity at the lunch table. Blaise sent Ron something that made him double over turning puce, squeezing his eyes tight shut. Hermione giggled nudging Draco and rolling her eyes, {Ron!. Not at the dinner table, please}. Ron shook his head and tried to concentrate on food, but a moment later, could be seen vaguely staring into the middle distance, a small smile of triumph on his face. Harry leaned in, “What?”, he murmured. Ron turned and beamed at his best mate, {Just paying Blaise back!!!}

Dumbledore’s sharp eyes saw all of this arrayed below him, felt Minerva on his shoulder, “What are they doing, Albus?”, “It appears that they have been teaching their friends to communicate telepathically, my dear. That’s certainly what it looks like”. Minerva was staggered, “But these other children, they are neither Empath nor Telepath. How?”. Albus shrugged, “I have absolutely no idea, Minerva, but I think we need a quiet word with our young prodigies. This group have Transfigurations with you after lunch, yes?”. She nodded, watching the Gryffindor table, as Harry glanced in her direction, seeing her scrutiny, sent {Cavey!!! McGonagall’s sussed us out. Desist, now}. As a unit, everyone applied themselves to lunch as vocalised chatter broke out around the table.

After lunch, Dumbledore sent that he would like Draco and Harry to remain behind briefly. Their classmates glanced at them with sympathy as they went to prepare for afternoon school. The boys followed Dumbledore to his study, looks of mild trepidation passed between them. Draco shrugged, {If we can’t do anythin’ about it, babe....}. He took hold of Harry’s hand, pulling them together, until his arm was around Harry’s shoulders and Harry’s about his own waist. As Dumbledore turned to them to usher them onto the staircase, he met their united front and laughed. {Boys, boys, I am not about to chastise you for this new phenomenon, but you have to at least tell me how}, as he ushered them onto his upwardly revolving staircase.

To increase the feeling of celebration, he passed Butterbeers around instead of the usual tea, {Come now boys, spill the beans, how have you taught a class full of non-telepaths to send to each other?. My curiosity is piqued here}. Draco smiled at his headmaster, {Have you ever heard of a ‘radio’ sir? Muggle device. Can pick up transmissions from as far away as space?}. Dumbledore stood, going to a cupboard, rummaging about until he emerged with a shiny new transistor radio, complete with mains cable. {One of the Muggle parents gave this to me many years ago, as a thank you for teaching their son, but I have never figured out how to use it}.

Harry smiled as he took the thing from Dumbledore’s hands. {Sir, you will have to temporarily lift the wards from above your tower, so we can get reception. Hogwarts doesn’t receive radio transmissions. We just used this as an analogy, but if we show you, it may help to understand}. Albus’ old eyes glittered behind his glasses as he lifted his wand and tore a temporary hole in Hogwarts defences above their heads. Harry plugged the lead in, {See, sir, this is a plug socket, connected to the Muggle National Grid}, he turned the radio on, extending the aerial, pointing it at the ragged hole in the school defences, twiddling the tuner until he got the Muggle news. {BBC radio 4}, he twiddled the dial again, {Classic FM}, he sighed as the strains of Beethoven’s Pastorale wove around them. He didn’t trust his voice, {This is what I miss most of all, when I’m at school. Music}, he allowed himself to drift for a moment, before snapping back into the present.

{Sorry, sir, I meant to give a demonstration. As I turn this knob here, I’m picking up stations from all over Great Britain, some from the Continent}, he turned the dial and chatter in French started out of the radio. {It was just a case of reading everyone’s individual frequencies and tuning to them. It was fairly obvious that Draco and I can read all of them, but most can read their good friends, particularly those who have been friends for years. It’s really not, erm, rocket science, sir}

Albus sunk into deep thought. Harry tuned back to the Beethoven, turning the volume down a little and sinking into his chair, a look of bliss on his face. Draco observed his lover from the corner of his eye, and felt the music surge in his beloved’s heart. For his part, he could think of many things he wanted to hear with his Harry, but simply watching him react so viscerally to the music was a turn-on. Harry reached for Draco’s hand, and they drifted away on the music.

As Dumbledore coughed politely to bring them all back, Draco and Harry pulled away from each other, Harry felt moved to apologise, until Draco stilled him, mentally. Albus stood, going over to the radio, unplugging it and presenting it to Draco and Harry. {Give me two days to alter the wards, boys. All and everyone should have music}, he handed it to them with tears in his eyes. Harry sent, {Are you all right, sir?}. Dumbledore laughed softly as he saw them out, {Yes, quite all right, maybe indulging in a few memories of my own. Nicolas was awfully fond of Mahler, if I recall. Good day, gentlemen. And I thank you. You two are the vanguard of the next generation. Beyond that I cannot say at the moment, but you two are special}. Harry grinned modestly and looked down, {I think we are starting to realise this. No offence meant, sir}. Dumbledore saw them out, then retreated to his desk, plenty of thoughts to occupy him until dinner, not least, several for his departed lover.

xxxxxxx

As for Draco and Harry, they made their way back to their rooms, Draco clutching their new acquisition, kissing it and laying it carefully on the sideboard, he murmured, “Two more days, then music”. The afternoon was spent working. Harry started to demonstrate the shielding spells he’s learned in Snape’s less than pleasant Occlumency classes in fifth year. After a light supper, they decided on an early night. Harry needed the cover of darkness to reveal their latest change. It wouldn’t do to have everyone know of this.

Sometime, deep in the night, they awoke as one, Harry kissing Draco’s forehead as he surfaced. Draco’s mouth tipped up. Moaning as Harry’s tongue instinctively found his, he sent, {Okay, my love. What do you have to show me?}. He felt Harry smile against his mouth, then rise, climbing into warm Winter gear. Draco followed suit, tying himself into his cummerbund, throwing his thick cloak around himself. Holding Harry’s hand, they left the building, clutching their brooms.

They took off, both feeling the exhilarating breezes around them. Up in the far reaches of the Astronomy tower, they were being observed.

They swung up into the air and chased each other around a bit. Warming up. Draco performing familiar, if somewhat limited, stretches over his broom as he flew. Harry remembering, even from the days of their rivalry, his mouth drying as he watched those stretches, at the same time, grinning, and blocking it from his lover. They flew in point and counterpoint for a while, the familiarity of rivalry between them, until Harry paused in the air, beckoning his Dragon to him, and they kissed gently in mid-air, before touching foreheads and separating. As Hermione watched them from the Astronomy Tower instead of doing her own studies, she felt her heart contract. Thought about letting them have their fly, but decided on a whim to keep watching.

Her eyes widened in shock, as she watched. Harry send something to Draco, to grab the edge of his cloak in one hand, spread it outwards. Then grip the inwards edge of his cloak as they flew, pretty close, side by side, {Now reach out, babe, grab my hand. Trust me}. Harry also held the edge of his cloak in his hand. They had gripped the inner edge of each cloak, instinctively. Harry sent, {Now, stretch out, lengthways over your broom}. Draco could feel both arms stretched out, his hand joined to Harry’s. He could feel his broom wobble, even as it was held between his knees. He felt Harry in his head, {Let it go, lover, we don’t need it. Mine’s gone already}. He glanced at Harry, his cloak spread, no broom. With a scrunched-up face, a feeling of impending disaster to him and their baby in his mind, he let go of his broom, and let it fall, a feeling of liberation sweeping through him as they swooped up into the early Spring night.

Hermione saw it from the Tower, could only think of one thing. Instinctively, she shrieked, “Ron. Come here. Now”. He was supposed to be making observations of his own, but ended up fooling around with Blaise instead. so was otherwise occupied on the quiet side of the Astronomy Tower, a popular trysting spot. He broke away from his fun and games and rushed to the urgency in Hermione’s voice, tucking his shirt back in. “How did you know I was up here?”. Hermione rolled her eyes, “The noise you two were making. Behave!!. But you have to see this”. She beckoned Ron closer, adjusting the eyepiece. Ron moved in, fixing his eye to it. Pulling back in disbelief, looking for a second time. He asked slowly, “’Mione, where are their brooms?”. She breathed slow and steady, not betraying how she really felt. “They aren’t using any. They’re flying, Ron”.

He backed away in amazement. {What does this mean, ‘Mione?}, he sent. Hermione grinned as she put her eye to the ‘scope once more, “No idea, Ron. Any more than we know why they just taught us skills that have been the special preserve of registered folk for centuries. These two are going to shake this world to it’s foundations, force us all to see things differently, do things differently, and the poor buggers have no-one who can train them. They have to figure out everything by themselves”. She watched them fly some more, then wheel and turn lowering their height, then land on the dark grass. Draco with what Hermione perceived was his natural elegance, Harry overshot a bit, ending up on his back. She felt a frisson of fear, until she saw Draco haul Harry to his feet, then pull him into his arms.

She turned away from the telescope. Blaise had entered and Ron was trying to explain what they had seen. Hermione bundled her things into her bag, shouted, “Come on, you two”, to Ron and Blaise, and set off down the Tower steps at a run. She stopped at the top of the Entrance Hall steps, watching Harry and Draco enter the castle, oblivious to her presence. Ron and Blaise ran up, causing Harry to raise his eyes, into Hermione’s.

She had a slightly stunned smile on her face. Harry glanced at Draco, {She sussed us out again, Dragon}, and they started to laugh, until all five howled with mirth. {I need to eat, lover, shall we all go and raid the kitchens}, Draco sent. Harry nodded, and sent to the other three, {Who’s up for a midnight snack?}. Hermione snorted with laughter, {Harry, it’s three o’clock in the morning}.

They all trooped off kitchen-wards, Harry, Ron and Blaise talking and sending excitedly about the boys’ new skill. Hermione dropped back alongside Draco, asked him if he was all right. He nodded, thoughtfully chewing his lip. {Hermione, what the fuck are we?. Have you any ideas?. Dumbledore said something about Mages, but I dunno. Hey, on the bright side, he’s readjusting the wards, we should be able to get radio signals, we’ll have music again. I really miss it}. Hermione’s eyes widened, {Really. Oh, wow. Book at Bedtime. The Monday play. Woman’s Hour. Cool}. He grinned at her, {Another radio 4 fan, I see. My vice is the Archers, if you must know}. Hermione also revealed that she was a bit of a fan, {But we miss so much when we come to school, that you lose track don’t you?}. Draco nodded, {We’ll have to have regular listening sessions, then, ‘Mione. Maybe have a party or something to celebrate. Dumbledore asked us to give him a couple of days. We could invite the DA}.

Hermione rolled her eyes, {Speaking of the DA, I suspect your little girl will not be needing any new clothes until she’s about, say, ten}. Draco looked askance. {At least half of them are knitting and making things like mad, and I know that at least half a dozen of the boys are involved in secret projects, that they won’t let us girls anywhere near. The Patel sisters are giggling and plotting over a couple of secret potions, that I suspect are for the prevention of stretch marks. This baby is going to be spoiled rotten, Draco, she really is. Oh, and Lavender asked me to ask you, that if you need clothes adjusting, then she’ll happily offer her services. She’s a fine seamstress, makes all her own stuff, including her uniform}.

Draco was a little overcome at all of this and sagged a little. Hermione caught him, and he recovered, flinging a long arm around her shoulders. She ventured a cautious arm around his waist. Harry sent, {Is everything all right, love?}. Hermione saw the delight in Draco’s face as he returned, {Fine, babe, but I just need some grub}.

They reached the darkened kitchen, and blundered about a bit lighting lamps, before coming face to face with a sleepy Dobby, who recovered himself in seconds and set about preparing a light supper for Mister Harry and his friends and his pregnant boyfriend, in short order, laying pizza and garlic bread before them with a special side order of boccerones for Draco, which pleased him no end.

They all thanked Dobby for his special efforts on their behalf, and wandered off to their various beds. Draco capturing Hermione in a big hug, kissing her cheek as they parted. As Harry and he made their way to the eyrie, Draco told Harry all about the ‘projects’ that their friends were involved in, wiping a tear from his eyes as he did so. Harry smiled, {Why the tears, lover?}. Draco turned to him, his eyes wet, {‘Cos no-one ever did anything for me because they liked me before. Ordered. Requested. But never just because....}.

That night, they slept on the sofa before the fire, holding each other tight. As sleep claimed them, Harry Summoned a blanket to cover them, sending {From now on, Dragon, folk are always gonna do things just ‘because’}. Draco’s flurried send seemed uncertain, {Yeah, because I’m with you}. Harry’s send was full of calm surety, {No, Dragon, it’s because they are starting to love you as well}. At this, Draco was secretly thrilled. He snuggled up to Harry and closed his eyes, delighted at Harry’s words whilst realising that this love cut both ways. Since he had stopped being such a git to everybody and had fallen in love, then his heart had expanded to include, certainly Hermione, Ron, too, in time. He enjoyed Seamus’ caustic humour and Ginny’s ferocity and revelled in having real friends. Friends who had calmly made a space for him, at the dining table, in the classroom, in their lives. On that thought, he slept.