Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

15

The following night found Hermione once again in the Astronomy Tower, but tonight she had the place to herself. She made cursory observations, writing them down in her tidy hand, cross checking with her tide tables and her own menstrual calendar. She was studying the phases of the moon as related to tides and women’s cycles. It was an interesting project, but the day to day observances were a tad tedious. A cloud covered the moon. It was not a very large cloud, so Hermione decided to wait it out. She sat and brooded a little on her single status, then rested her head on her arm. Before she realised it, she was fast asleep.

She was on a windswept hillside. A full thunderstorm raged around her. Her tattered rags clung to her, as she tried vainly to see through the torrential rain. She knew she was lost. She pressed her hands over her vastly distended belly, sinking to her knees in the mud, letting loose a howl of anguish. She couldn’t go on. She was exhausted beyond measure. As she collapsed into the mud, knowing her end was imminent, she heard a high voice call her name over the maelstrom of wind thunder and water, louder now, but still too far away. She tried to raise her head. She was so cold. All her warmth leeching into the ground beneath her. Her voice was faint, she was fading, the light leaving her. Then she felt strong arms about her shoulders, lifting her, a voice, the same, urging her back to the world, stroking her cheek, trying to get her to stand. Then a gentle fleeting kiss on her mouth as she raised her head to see her rescuer, a halo of red around a face she couldn’t make out, bright light around the halo, as she felt herself rise and rise....

Snapping back to, and suddenly wide awake. To hear a voice calling her name, the presence of arms around her and a source of heat close by. The arms released her as she came round, looking around her in panic, her eyes focussing. She was in front of a blazing fire, soaked to the skin, and freezing cold.

Her rescuer’s voice entered her head dimly, and she turned to it’s source, Ginny Weasley. Who now knelt in front of her drying her hair on something, then chafed her shoulders, her arms, keeping up a litany threaded with concern, “Heaven knows how long you were out there, you could have died of flippin’ exposure, except you dropped your quill from the top of the tower, and it nearly speared my skull”.

Hermione could feel her teeth start to chatter as she thawed out. “What happened?. Why am I so cold and wet?”. “I found you on the balcony either passed out or fast asleep. There was a thunderstorm. I wasn’t able to sleep, so I slipped out for a breath of air. I was standing in the doorway, when your quill fell past me at high speed and I knew that someone was still out on the balcony, so I dashed up here, and there you were”. Hermione stood, shakily, holding her hands towards the blaze. Ginny got to her feet and gently turned the older girl towards her “Give me your hands. You’re still so cold”. She took the proffered hands and placed them in the warm spot under her hair at the back of her neck. She snaked her arms around Hermione’s waist, and pressed her shivering house-mate close into her body. “Sometimes, especially after winter Quidditch practices, we all come off that pitch blue. We have to use each other’s body heat to stop us gettin’ flippin’ hypothermia!”.

As she dried out, Hermione had to admit that the lazy hand rubbing her back was starting to feel extremely pleasant, not to mention the redhead’s proximity, and she felt Ginny’s head loll onto her shoulder, as the back rub became gentle caresses. Hermione leaned her head against Ginny’s. She closed her eyes as her hand opened on Ginny’s neck, her thumb idly tracing a line along Ginny’s jaw. She felt Ginny move slightly, then a soft mouth capture her thumb, a delicate tongue explore the tip. Hermione felt a shudder of heat go through her, as she slid her arm around Ginny’s shoulders, lifting her face with her other hand, partially withdrawing her thumb, she used it to press Ginny’s bottom lip down gently, as she moved her head slightly to one side and kissed her, parting her lips as instinct took over as she felt Ginny’s exploratory tongue along her lower lip, she answered with her own, twining her hand in Ginny’s hair, pulling them closer. She felt passion unknot in her belly to feel it answered with a passion equal to her own. The kiss intensified, hardness in the sweetness and their arms tightened around each other instinctively. They pulled away slowly, Gazing with stunned deep brown eyes into equally surprised grey-green.

“Ginny, did you kiss me before, as you were bringing me round?”. Ginny nodded, lowering her head. Hermione’s hands, warmer now, cupped the redhead’s face, raising it. She kissed her again, this time slowly, teasing. Ginny’s breath was ragged, and a small moan escaped as the kiss deepened. Hermione could feel the start of a tremor, not, this time, from the cold. While this all felt very nice, she was unsure of herself, she’d always thought of herself as essentially straight.

She’d never thought much about her sexuality. She’d had....what exactly.... with Viktor in fourth year?. A few kisses, some fumbling around and a few letters over that summer. The correspondence had fizzled out over time. She could remember his kisses a bit rough and ready, both of their levels of inexperience evident. She’d had a drunken night with Lavender that started as a kiss for a dare that had escalated a bit, but she’d been uncertain the next day and they’d never taken it forward. Most of her actual crushes had been on boys, though, come to think about it, they’d all turned out to be gay anyway. Harry, Justin, then, erm, Draco, though that had now faded completely, thank heavens.

Ginny, sensing her hesitation, separated them slightly, “Are you all right with this, Hermione?, she whispered. She could feel the uncertainty coursing through the girl in her arms. Hermione seemed to make up her mind in that instant, and smiled. Nodded.

She whispered, “Open your channel to me”. Ginny closed her eyes and sent. Hermione still had her hands in that cascade of deep red hair and touched their foreheads together, tuning up and down, until she reeled and gasped at the content of Ginny’s send. {You want to do that?. With me?}. Ginny went bright red and dipped her head, {Very much, Hermione. Harry isn’t the only one I’ve had a crush on, you know} She replied, {Much as I would love to oblige you, Gin, I need to sleep. Can we do this another time, though?}. Ginny grinned then, {Oh, yes, and soon}. They kissed again, then moved from in front of the fire. Hermione was quite dry and thoroughly warmed again, and both girls needed their beds. They made their way back to the Gryffindor tower, they were both reluctant to part, but on the landing, Hermione kissed Ginny goodnight and headed to her own dormitory, yawning. Ginny knew she would get no sleep that night. It took a good long while for Hermione to drop off too, as she closed her eyes, her mind kept filling with those sweet kisses, the best she had ever known and dawn was breaking before she finally slept, her pillow clutched tight in her arms.

The next morning at breakfast Hermione was so tired, she rested her head on the table. Ron poked her in the side, {Wh’ssup, ‘Mione?. You look knackered}. Hermione just shook her head, sending to Ginny, {Oh, bugger, your brother is askin’ me. Help. What do I say?.}. In reply, Ginny rose from her customary seat with the other sixth years, excusing herself, and made her way to the seventh year end of the table, saw the gap next to Hermione, Harry’s spot of old, and plunked herself down. She laid her hand on Hermione’s shoulder, then dipped her head to kiss it briefly, letting a grin escape as she did so, then ate the rest of her breakfast watching her brother. He knew his sister ignored everything he said, but Hermione. Where did that come from?. For now, the girls were keeping their secrets.

Hermione received a send that made her giggle out loud. Harry. Inviting her to a get-together that night. She sent back, {Can I bring my date?}. She heard Harry’s gasp, {Lucky bugger, who is he?}. She giggled and sent back, {You’ll see later}. But Ron blew her cover. As Harry sent his best mate his invite, Ron couldn’t help but spill the gossip. {It would appear that my kid sister and Hermione are an item. Don’t ask, I’ve no more idea than you right now, but they’re both sitting opposite me looking smug as fuck}, he sent with a chuckle.

Harry transmitted the info to his lover deep into a History of Magic essay. Who grinned widely, and sent back, {So all three of you are in same-sex relationships. That is officially weird}. In his heart of hearts, Harry could not help but agree, but laughed all the same.

That evening, everyone that they could send to turned up, contributions of various drinks piling up in the kitchen. Too much for their small fridge. A sink-full of cold water was drawn to cool the excess. There was Butterbeer, but secretly, Dean, Seamus and Neville had obtained two crates of Muggle lager and handed them out. Ron and Blaise turned up with a quarter of firewhisky each, keeping one themselves and handing one to their hosts. The Patel girls arrived bearing munchies savoury and sweet. With great ceremony, Harry plugged the radio in, and as the first strains of music filled the room, knew that their Headmaster had been as good as his word.

They picked a pirate channel with excellent dance tunes. With the lubrication of real alcohol, various folk stood to dance. Draco and Harry moved together. Draco’s back to Harry’s stomach. Harry’s arms around his lover’s belly. Neville grabbed Pansy’s hand, pulling her to her feet. Blaise and Ron stood as one, feeling the rhythm take them. Hermione extended a shy hand to Ginny. Who took it. They moved into each other’s arms and danced. Close together and arms length, but they could both dance. Harry glanced over from time to time, realising he was witnessing their seduction of each other. He knew Ginny was the more experienced, but watched her amazement at the effect her new partner had on her. Then realised in a haze that Hermione was going to blow her mind. Even though she was the innocent. He knew his ‘Mione. He chuckled and sent, {Ginny won’t know what’s hit her}, and Draco couldn’t help but agree.

As they made to leave, desire alight in their eyes, Ron stepped forward and pressed a small key into his sister’s hand with a pissed grin and a whispered, “It’s always worked for us. Less risky than the classroom on 3c”, he folded Ginny’s hand around the key. She hugged her big brother with main force, grabbed her new girlfriend and left.

They just about saw the door closed behind them, before Hermione captured Ginny against the wall of the corridor and kissed her, tasting that tongue she’d dreamt about all day, pressing herself to Ginny, {We need somewhere. I want you}. Lacking breath, and very pink, Ginny opened her hand, revealing the key, she breathlessly sent, {I know where...}. They ran.

The party was in full swing. Several people were now dancing. Due to the Muggle lager, time slowed a little, Harry caught his Dragon around his expanding waist, nibbling his neck, {Want you, Dragon}. Draco danced against his Harry, turning into him, reading the lust in his eyes, twining his arm around Harry’s neck, pressing them together, watching his eyes darken.

People were gradually drifting away. Ron and Blaise. Then the rest of the coupled up, then the singletons bent on fun. Until Harry and Draco were left alone. Harry cracked another can, they shared it, dancing. Madonna’s new album over the radio waves. Harry coming undone under the powerful rhythms, pulling his Dragon to him, opening his mind and sharing, Draco losing himself. Between Harry and the beats, he was ecstatic.

xxxxxxx

Far above the library, the girls arrived breathlessly outside a small solid door. Ginny dropped the key twice, trying to fit it to the lock. Hermione gently took it from her, {I thought I was supposed to be the shy nervous virgin} and let them in. It wasn’t very glamorous, but it suited their purpose. Hermione laid charms over the door and took Ginny into her arms. As she did so, she realised the younger girl was trembling slightly. {Hey, are you okay with this?. Maybe we should wait a bit, not go so fast}. In reply, Ginny flung her arms around Hermione’s neck sending, {Don’t you dare, Granger, I’ve wanted to do this with you for years}. Hermione pulled away slightly, looking into Ginny’s eyes, saw the want there, then moved close again, tipping her head, placing soft kisses on Ginny’s parted lips, nibbling and teasing that pliant mouth, {Years, you say?}. Ginny was so overcome, she just nodded. Hermione kissed her fully then, letting her tongue taste and swirl around Ginny’s, {Then I’d better make this worth the wait}

Ginny felt time slow down as she tipped her face to Hermione’s, and gave herself up to Hermione’s passion. Allowing herself to be led to their makeshift bed, laid down. She was supposed to be the teacher, the one with the most experience, but Hermione was unravelling her with every kiss, each touch. The older girl’s hand brushed over her breasts through cloth, then slipped to heated nakedness under her t-shirt. Gazing into her eyes as she did so. Challenging the younger girl to resist. Ginny in reply, closed her eyes and pushed into Hermione’s hand. She gave up. This was supposed to be Hermione’s first night, yet the girl in question seemed intent on playing her like a fine Stradivarius. Ginny sighed in delight, and let Hermione take the lead.

Hermione felt the shift, rolling Ginny onto her back, opening her lush mouth with her lips, Feeling Ginny’s passion rise. Trying to capture it with kisses. Ginny rising against her as the feeling intensified. Ginny’s blouse and bra gone, as Hermione took those taut nipples into her mouth one at a time. They both moaned, Hermione ghosting touches all over her lover. As much as she could reach. Lighting fires. All along Ginny’s belly and chest. With her insistent hands. Then her mouth.

Ginny nearly sobbed at the intensity. She hadn’t expected this. A little show of nerves, perhaps, yes. But not this all-consuming passion, so expertly given. Hermione moved back up the makeshift bed, threading her hand into Ginny’s luxuriant hair, claiming her mouth, letting her other hand dip into the waistband of her lover’s jeans. Ginny pushed into her hand. Hermione pushed her back, {You don’t need to push, I’ll go as long as you need. I want to taste you, but there’s something I’d like to do first, if you’re willing}.

By now, she had the buttons of Ginny’s jeans undone, her fingertips dancing under the elastic of Ginny’s pants hesitated. The redhead groaned, {Please, ‘Mione. What would you like?}. Hermione raised up, sitting, bending to plant a kiss on Ginny’s belly, and fished her wand out of her cloak. Ginny pushed up onto her elbows, a puzzled look on her flushed face. Hermione turned to Ginny, kissed her hard sending, {I don’t like hair in my mouth, lover}. Ginny reared back slightly, {You mean, erm, you want to remove, erm, the hair, erm, down there?}. Hermione grinned ferally, catching that surprised ‘O’ of lush mouth with her own, a smile spreading around Ginny’s hot tongue, Ginny’s panting send a mere whisper, {Yes, for pity’s sake, please. You’re drivin’ me friggin’ insane. Whatever you want}. Hermione allowed her breath to slow for a moment, then sent back a husky, {Whatever I want, hmmm? Nice}.

Ginny suddenly realised that she had relinquished all control of the proceedings and didn’t give a damn. Particularly when, in short order, Hermione had removed her jeans and panties, and was kneeling up, gazing raptly at her naked lover sprawled below her, a picture of aroused loveliness. She took in the small high breasts, the narrow waist, the boyish hips, long beautiful legs, slender feet, and her mouth went dry. {You are really beautiful}. Hermione bit her lip as she gazed. Ginny held her gaze, albeit shyly, {And you’re still dressed. Let me see you ‘Mione}. Hermione shook her head slowly and licked her lips, {Not this time, lover. Tonight, I am going to make love to you. Slowly. With my mouth and hands. Ginny Weasley, I want to make you mine}.

Ginny grinned and blushed an even deeper pink, laid naked before Hermione’s erotic scrutiny. She took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes, {Hermione, this is supposed to be your night}. Hermione smiled and bent to kiss Ginny’s breast, drawing the nipple into her mouth, {First times go two ways, lover. The first time you are made love to, and the first time you make love to someone}. Ginny couldn’t argue with this and tipped her head back, laughing, {I give in. You are amazin’, Hermione Granger, and you can make me yours all you want}, this last on a whimper.

Hermione moved up to Ginny’s neck, licking and sucking, delivering a bite that made Ginny jump, {Ow, what’re you doing?}. Hermione’s reply was low and throaty, {I’m marking you, branding you. You said make me mine and I will, make no mistake about that}. Ginny inwardly quailed a little at the sheer ferocity of Hermione’s gaze, as it once more met hers, but couldn’t deny it. This was the most aroused she had ever been in her short life. She read the calm surety in those brown eyes, born to lead, she smiled warily, {You want me to submit to you, don’t you?}. Hermione’s smile widened. And that smile said it all. The sent, {Yes. Will you?}, made Ginny gasp. She hesitated for a heartbeat, then pulled Hermione’s mouth to her own, her whole body trembling with want, sent, {Mistress mine, take me}.

{Mistress!. I like that}, as Hermione bent over Ginny possessing her mouth with hers, {Only call me ‘Missy’ in public}. She felt Ginny’s nod as they melded together. Ginny feeling brave, running her hand along Hermione’s side, cupping her breast, squeezing gently, seeking out the nipple, her other hand buried in Hermione’s thick curly hair, moaning into Hermione’s mouth, her excitement rising in her throat, feverish fingers making an attempt on Hermione’s shirt buttons, until her hand was batted gently away, {I said no. Not until next time}. As they came up for air, Ginny looked sulky, pouting out her lower lip, which Hermione nibbled giggling. She sat up, pulling Ginny with her and piled cushions behind Ginny’s head and upper back, planting small soft kisses all over Ginny’s face as she did so.

Then quickly moved down, laying a series of quick tongueless kisses along Ginny’s torso, gently commanding her to {Open your legs for me, lover}, as she dipped her tongue into Ginny’s navel, {And I want you to watch everything I do, so, no closing your eyes, that’s why I propped you up. So you can see}. Ginny squirmed under that talented mouth, {Where did you learn all this. I mean, for heaven’s sake, you’re a virgin?}. As Hermione settled between Ginny’s parted thighs, she sent chuckling, {Dunno. Maybe sheer natural talent?}, as she surveyed the veiled beauty before her. She drew several long breaths, leaning in and placing several little kisses along the bits of Ginny that revealed themselves through her hair, causing Ginny’s fists to bunch in the blankets below her, her knuckles white.

{Keep your eyes open, Girlie}, she sent to a stunned Ginny. She then picked up her wand, {I could just do a quick spell, but I think this way will be more erotic}. She held Ginny’s eyes with her own. She sucked in the last two or three inches of her wand into her mouth, swirling it around before withdrawing it, kissing the tip and murmuring incantations over it. Ginny watched, having never seen a wand used so sexily before, she chewed her lower lip.

Hermione lowered her wand to the delights spread before her, and grinned, as, twirling her wand gently over Ginny’s spread mons, the hair started to disappear. She dipped her head and kissed the naked skin as it emerged from the thick forest of dark red hair. Ginny bucked into her mouth. Hermione laid a restraining hand on her belly, {No pushing, no straining. I’ll be here as long as....}. Slowly, Ginny was revealed to her in her hair-free glory, and Hermione claimed that velvet hard spot between soft lips, making Ginny see stars.

Feeling a light sheen of sweat break out over the younger girl’s body, Hermione bunched three fingers together, pressing her lover’s thighs apart a little more, then entering her, eager wetness surrounding them as she entered, then sucked gently on Ginny’s sweet spot. Ginny cried out loud. As she thrust with her fingers, she felt a deep tension in Ginny start to unfurl, as Ginny responded. Sweaty, undone, her head tossing on the pillow, a breathy, shaky, {I’m yours, yours}, in her mind, as she thrust to receive that tongue, as those fingers dug deeper in, and she came a storm into Hermione’s mouth and around her hand.

As Ginny’s breaths cooled to sobbing murmurs, Hermione gathered her lover into her arms and held her tight, gently shushing her and stroking her back to calm her ragged breathing, kissing her so she could taste herself in Hermione’s mouth. In truth she was really tired, but desperately wanted to do something for her girlfriend, but was gently rebuffed. {Sleep with me tonight. Wake with me in the morning. Then I want you to drive me insane, Girlie}. Ginny was trembling too much to do much more than agree, sinking into Hermione’s embrace, curling against her, as sleep washed over them both.

Day was still making up it’s mind to appear as Hermione rose, needing the loo, disentangling herself from her sleeping lover. She left the room and spent a moment or two quietly opening and closing doors before she found what she sought. Returning to the little room moments later, she gazed down at Ginny’s innocent face in sleep, quickly stepped out of her clothes and curled around her warm girlfriend, burying her face in the mass of hair on the pillow and slept again, holding the redhead tight.

As Ginny surfaced, she first felt an arm under her neck, wrapped over her chest, gently holding her right breast. Then another, holding her round the belly. Then the gentle breathing on the back of her neck, and the press of Hermione’s sleeping warmth against her back. The memories of the previous night came flooding back causing her to wince exquisitely and kiss the arm twined about her neck. No shirt. She tried to look over her shoulder, but her hair was pinned down. She reached a cautious arm behind her, letting her hand roam. Over skin, not cloth. Her mind reeled, desire surging through her.

She gathered her hair into a tail, then extracted it gradually from under Hermione’s head, so she could slowly and carefully move round in her lover’s arms to face her. She gently tipped her onto her back, as faint dawn light spilled into the small high window. She drew the blanket back and feasted her eyes. Hermione was totally different to herself. The light olive skin. Her breasts were much larger, her nipples small but dark brown to her own pink. The curve between waist and hip more pronounced. A large mole on her sex that would have been hidden had she hair there. Her sheer beauty robbed Ginny of breath.

But she had to get up, find a bathroom. She slipped a blanket around herself and left the room. She returned to find Hermione curled innocently on her side once more, her hands between her knees. She climbed back amongst the blankets, taking Hermione’s face gently between her hands, murmuring, “My turn”, and planted small kisses over the sleeping girl’s nose, brow, cheeks then mouth, turning her onto her back, as her tentative tongue parted Hermione’s sleepy lips and started to explore, receiving a faint answer, that strengthened. Hermione rose to the surface quickly, twining her arms around Ginny and pulling them closer, deepening the kiss. One of them moaned as they tasted each other. Ginny slid her hand over Hermione’s body, cupping a breast, pinching her nipple, making it stand proud. Hermione broke the kiss, her head tipping back, {Yes, oh yes. Make love to me, Gin}. So she did. Concentrating really hard, eliciting mewls and moans from her lover as she touched then licked as much lusciousness as she could reach, then dipped her mouth between Hermione’s thighs, tasting her sweetness, her wetness, sliding her fingers into her lover, making her come beneath her mouth and hands, crying and moaning, tossing her head, her hands clutching Ginny’s hair.

She pulled Ginny to her as the last strains of her orgasm died away, kissing her hard, tasting herself. Dipping a hand between her lover’s legs, she brought Ginny to a shuddering climax, her tongue in Ginny’s mouth, her fingers buried deep in wide-open wetness.

They reluctantly parted, acknowledging a need to get back to their dorms and shower. They dressed. Hermione sent, {You should wear really short skirts, you know that?. You’ve got fabulous legs}. They kissed again. Ginny sent, {And you could wear lower cut tops, your boobs are gorgeous}. They left and locked the room behind them. Kissing in every empty corridor until they reached the portrait hole, muttering the password, they parted to their respective dormitories arranging to meet at breakfast.