Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

16

A late breakfast was being enjoyed around the Gryffindor table that Saturday morning, everyone having risen late for various reasons. As people drifted in, especially certain Slytherins, they were ‘sent’ to and invited to the table. Thus it was that Pansy drifted over to sit shyly with Neville, Draco and Harry had joined them that morning, and Ron invited Blaise over as soon as he saw his lover enter the Hall. Deprived of their usual trysting spot for the night, they had ended up in the classroom on 3c. Somewhere between the fire dying and the day awakening, they had declared their love for each other, and both were feeling a little tender right now and did not wish to be separated. Hermione sat with damp hair, reading her best friend. She couldn’t help but grin at the glow emanating from the pair of them, as Blaise took a seat next to Ron.

All of them had taken shifty sideways glances at Hermione. Harry seeing the obvious delight in her eyes. Ron noticed the low-cut ballet-style wrap around top she wore that showed more than a hint of cleavage, the tight faded jeans that clung to every curve. All noticed her animated manner despite the smudges of grey beneath her eyes, but where was Ginny?

Harry was just sending Draco his impressions of his best friend’s mood, when he saw Draco’s eyes widen, looking at something over his shoulder, then heard him gasp. He whipped his head around. His jaw dropped. He pushed his glasses up his nose with a “Bloody Nora”, at the sight before him. At once, the attention of the rest of the table was focussed to one spot.

Normally, if Ginny was late for the meal, she snuck one of the huge doors open, and slipped inside, usually covered in confusion and her cloak. Today was different.

She wrenched the two doors towards her and stood a moment, a haughty expression on her face. Framed by the doors she presented an amazing sight. She had put her hair up into a messy ‘do’ that left sweet trailing tendrils over her neck. She wore a soft peach angora sweater with a wide roll neck that just showed her bare shoulders. Beneath this, a navy blue button through miniskirt that hugged her hips, that had tiny pleats at the hem. Bare legs and a pair of knee-high boots with three inch heels completed the ensemble. The lovebite Hermione had given her, she wore like a badge.

She cast a lazy look around the whole hall, taking in teachers as well as students, then catwalked her way to the Gryffindor table, the heels making her hips twitch as she walked, and her little pleats kick up. As Hermione spotted her, her knuckle flew to her mouth and she let out a high mewl of delight spontaneously. Draco watched Hermione’s reaction as Ginny approached their table, then cast his eyes around the rest of the hall, noting dropped jaws everywhere. He even admitted to himself that the youngest Weasley didn’t half scrub up!!

As Ginny drew up, she laid her hands on Hermione’s shoulders and planted a kiss in Hermione’s hair, “Morning, Missy”. She climbed demurely over the bench and sat down. Hermione could not take her eyes off her lover, she leaned in and kissed her cheek, “Morning, Girlie”, then sent, {You look fabulous. Right this very moment, I could throw you across this table, whip down your panties and bury my tongue in you. I like the outfit, by the way}.

Ginny replied, {No you couldn’t. Take down my knickers, that is}. She was licking her upper lip in a way that made Hermione want to kiss her senseless. She raised a questioning eyebrow, Ginny giggled in her mind and sent, {‘Cos I’m not wearing any}. Hermione tried not to splutter in her surprise, and Draco nearly choked on his porridge. He was eavesdropping.

Ron could divine the kind of sends they were doing, and, mimicking Hermione’s voice, he said, “Ladies, not at the dinner table, I’m trying to eat here”. The whole table laughed. Hermione cracking up and sinking her head to the table-top. Ginny rubbed her back, {He’s only winding you up, Missy}. Hermione chuckled into her lover’s mind. {I know. He’s just being his usual git-like self}, She allowed her pink face to rise, leaning against Ginny as she laughed. Harry sent, {You know, ‘Mione, I never heard you laugh like that before, you’ve got a real dirty laugh when you want. I’m happy for the pair of you}. Hermione sent back a bashful, {Thanks, Harry}, as she collected herself, and set about her breakfast, polishing off a full English fry-up.

At the top table, Minerva and Albus were watching things with interest. Severus was scowling at Minerva’s side as he made the same observations. The number of Slytherins at the Gryffindor dining table. Their relationships to each other. Albus murmured, “The magic is already working. The gentle things, until Draco delivers. They are already using their weapon, Minerva”. He started to laugh. She joined in. Seeing the power of love finally begin to join the two most strongly opposed Houses, seeing the dark turn to the light. She shook her head as she saw the various couples below try to resist the pull for propriety’s sake. Some succeeded. Ron and Blaise were circumspect. Neville and Pansy still shy, but Hermione at some point pulled Ginny to her for a chaste kiss, and Harry cradled his Dragon in his arms, his hand casually draped over Draco’s belly.

Then Draco felt something stir deep within him and gasped, clutching the side of his swelling stomach, a look of surprise crossing his face. Harry was aware in an instant, {What, lover?, what’s wrong?}. In response, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand holding it to his belly, sent{Wait a moment, love}. Silence reigned around the table, all eyes on Draco. Then Harry felt it. His baby daughter move. In spite of where they were, he leaned down and kissed Draco’s belly over the spot. Impulsively, he turned, tears in his eyes and grabbed Hermione’s hand and placed it on his Dragon’s swollen stomach, {You’re the one who helped make her real to us. Feel this. How real is this?}. Hermione placed the flat of her hand on Draco’s belly. So hard. Nothing for a while, then a bumping sensation under her hand that made her laugh out loud. She spoke to Draco’s stomach, holding it between her two hands, “Come on, little girl, we’re all rooting for you here. We’ll all keep you safe”. Around that end of the table at that very moment, there wasn’t a single person who disagreed.

xxxxxxx

The day was bright, promising early Spring warmth. After breakfast they all headed out. Ginny had no cloak, Hermione offering a share of hers, Ginny snuggling into her side as the swathe of black fabric hid them. Harry and Draco leading them to an empty Quidditch pitch, glancing between them, spreading their cloaks, holding hands, then running and taking off, gracefully into the air. Wandless and broomless, to the amazement of all who had not witnessed it before, including Ginny, who gawped, mouth open. Dumbledore was casually watching from his window as he saw. The two boys soaring, looping, flying, with neither the benefit of wand nor broom. He laughed as his earlier suspicions were confirmed, these were Magi of a high order, possibly the highest.

The boys didn’t fly for long, Draco feeling a bit queasy, but this time as they touched down, Harry just about managed to keep his feet. They always felt so exhilarated after a fly, and definitely horny. Harry drew Draco to him, kissing him hard, then backed away a little, touching their foreheads together, {Can’t you feel it, Dragon. The raw power?}. Draco could indeed feel the surge filling his chest. It made him feel a bit light-headed, but he looked into Harry’s eyes, {Send me what you see and feel, lover}, So Harry did, only to feel Draco collapse against him in a dead faint. {Dragon, NO!!}. Harry wrapped his arms securely around Draco’s waist to stop him slumping to the ground, but when Draco didn’t immediately recover, Harry became alarmed, {Help!!}, he sent to his friends, they all rushed up, Ron and Hermione helping Harry lower Draco to the ground.

“What happened?”, Hermione. “I dunno, I just sent him some stuff”. “Well, it must have been good”, Ron smirked. Harry snapped his head round, “It wasn’t like that. I sent power and I shouldn’t have”. He bent to Draco, trying to revive him with sends and words. Eventually Draco’s eyes fluttered open, surprised to find himself lying down with a circle of concerned faces above him, then he felt the bile rise, and rose onto his elbow just in time to lose his breakfast. Hermione proffered a bottle of water from her shoulder bag. Draco sent a weak {Thanks}, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up, {Sorry folks}. Harry held him sending his apologies. Draco shook his head, {Wasn’t you, lover. It’s my Mother. She’s sitting in Dumbledore’s office as we speak}.

They both looked at each other, plainly terrified. Harry paled visibly. He felt Hermione’s tentative question, {It’s Draco’s mother, she’s here apparently, and Draco’s scared out of his wits}. They all knew that Draco’s parents had been kept in the dark. Draco’s plan had been outright avoidance until he could present them with a fait accompli. This plan was about to misfire badly

Harry rose when he felt that Draco had recovered himself enough, pulling Draco up with him, held him with deep concern in every plane of his face. Hermione moved up and, taking one of Draco’s hands in hers, sent, {We’re with you, Draco. If you want us all to come, we will}. Ron placed a hand on Draco’s other shoulder, {We’re here for you, mate. You and the baby and Harry}. The others present all sent their love and support. Draco crumpled against Harry, afraid and unsure, then felt his own power and gathered himself together. Harry could feel what Draco was doing and smiled. The other two drew away, as Draco stiffened his resolve and his shoulders, sending his thanks to his new friends, {Just me and Harry on this one, I think, it could become nasty, but thank you all anyway}. Taking a deep breath and nodding briefly at his mates, Draco turned towards the castle. Harry flung an arm around him, protecting him with his cloak, and they stalked back, determined looks on both faces.

Hermione and Ginny wandered back to the castle. Hermione deep in thought. Then she stopped dead in her tracks almost tipping Ginny over. Her eyes became as round as saucers, she shoved her knuckles in her mouth, almost doubling over, like a great pain had assailed her. Ginny was at a loss, {Missy, What’s wrong?}. Hermione’s breathing was ragged, she looked as if she too were about to keel over, but held on to herself. She widened her channels as much as possible, pouring all her concentration into the connection as she desperately tried to reach her Headmaster, who eventually crept into her mind, a bit quiet, but with lightning fast adjustment, Hermione got it, then sent, {You have to remove her wand before the boys get there, sir. They’re Magi. Unless I’m very much mistaken, Magus Magistus in Draco’s case, and Magus Ipsissimus in Harry’s}. There were tears in her send, but her Headmaster gently reassured her, {Very good, Miss Granger, we have reached the same conclusion but an hour apart. I have already removed Narcissa’s wand, not without some resistance, I might add, but I think between us, we can counter any machinations she has her mind set on, and jolly well done for divining Harry and Draco in this way. You will be a valuable asset to them. Indeed you already have been. I award you fifty house points}.

Hermione couldn’t help it. She blushed and sent a {Thank you} to her Headmaster. She allowed herself to relax, coming back to a pair of worried grey-green eyes gently questioning her. {It’s all right, I had to tell Dumbledore what I think the boys are, and ask him to remove Draco’s mum’s wand. He’s already done it}. She let out a long breath. She wandered to a nearby tree, sinking to the ground, burying her face in her hands. Ginny sank down beside her, sending, {These two are the real deal aren’t they?. Magi, probably the Highest Order?}. Hermione flicked a look at her lover. Ginny sent back. {I know, the only girl and the brainy one}, and let a quirky smile escape.

Hermione gently cupped Ginny’s sweet face in her palm, then kissed her to within an inch of her life, turned them so Ginny was below her then flicked her cloak over them both, finding out if Ginny’s breakfast-time send was true. And it was. She was so wet. Hermione melted, aware of where they were, but sunk her fingers into her lover nonetheless, sending, {Lie still} to the lover undoing beneath her. Ginny lay perfectly still, accepting Hermione’s touches, until she could not help herself, and moaned loudly as she came around her lover’s skilful fingers, her reddened face buried in Hermione’s shoulder.

xxxxxxx

As the two boys approached their Headmaster’s study, Harry was trying to calm an anxious Draco, and failing dismally. He settled for holding his hand instead, fully understanding his lover’s fears. He leaned in and kissed Draco gently on the cheek, as they rose and stepped into the Study, face to face with the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen. She was incandescent with rage, giving Albus a piece of her mind as they entered. She paused and stared at Harry with a look of utter hostility, “And who is this, pray, and why are you holding hands with my son?”, she snapped, Harry felt Draco’s anger rise. Draco released Harry’s hand and took a single step forward. In a cold hard voice he said, “Mother, this is Harry Potter, and he’s my bond-mate”.

Narcissa fixed a haughty sneer in place, “Bond-mate. Ha!. I’ve never heard anything more ridiculous in my life”. In reply, Draco, undid the clasp at the neck of his cloak, letting it fall to the floor behind him, “You lied to me, Mother”. She let her eyes travel over her tall son, then saw the cummerbund and what it covered. Her sneer fled to be replaced with total shock. Her colour drained and her eyes rolled upwards. Dumbledore caught her as she fell, steering her into a chair. Harry sent {Ooops. Fainting seems rather to run in your family, Dragon}. He got a slightly tremulous mental smile in return.

As his mother regained her composure, Draco took two steps and sank to his knees next to her chair. He laid a gentle hand on her face and stroked her cheek. He quickly found his Mother’s channel and sent, {Are you all right, Mutti. I’m sorry this is such a shock, but why didn’t you tell me?}. She looked, stunned, into her son’s beseeching eyes, feeling all the fight go out of her. She carefully lifted her hand, combing it through Draco’s hair, then pulled her son to her, leaning forward. Draco’s arms went about her, and she sank her face into his hair. She was weeping.

{I’m so sorry, son of mine. It was your father’s idea. We checked all the available records when you were dowsed. Your Father was afraid of you taking up with someone, erm, inappropriate. But there were no records. There seemed to be no need to train you. Although, it has to be said, that I did want you to have at least some of this. Your father was adamant, Draco, you know he has always had ambitions for you}. Draco snapped back, {Yes, that involved the dungeons, Voldemort and some rather unpleasant forms of persuasion, if I recall}. Narcissa held her son tighter, {I know, and I’m so sorry. I fought him, son. I really did, but I was powerless against his towering will, and now he’s in Azkaban for life, and I’m so lonely without my boy Dragon}, she wept afresh.

They held each other like that for a while. Harry felt Draco’s tension ease. Dumbledore stepped in, “I think we need to make this seat bigger, to hold both of you. Draco, you should not be on the cold floor in your condition”. Draco drew away from his mother long enough for the seat to be expanded, then sat next to her. No sooner had he done so, when he clutched his belly and winced. Instantly, Narcissa was all concern, looking into Draco’s face. He held up a hand, {It’s perfectly all right, Mutti, I just think I’ve got a Quidditch player in here hitting bludgers}. He looked up then into his Mother’s tearful face, gently grasped her hand and laid it on his little bump, they waited, gazing into other’s eyes, until Cariad kicked again. She smiled shyly at her grown son, who smiled until his whole face was alight.

Draco said out aloud, “Mother, meet your granddaughter”, holding his Mother’s hand to his belly. Her other hand flew to her mouth as tears threatened again, “Have you named her?”, in a small voice. Draco nodded, two big fat tears falling, “Yes, for Harry’s mother, and my sister”.

Draco felt Harry’s startled send. {Sister?. Dragon, you never said...}. Draco collapsed in tears on his mother’s shoulder. She placed both arms around her beloved and amazing son, stroking his hair, shushing him and comforting him. Harry just looked on amazed, desperately wanting to hold his Dragon, but leaving his channels discreetly closed. Eventually, mother and son parted. Narcissa thumbing away the tears under Draco’s eyes, {Your bond-mate doesn’t know about Cariad?}. Draco shook his head, {No-one knows, Mutti. I never told anyone}.

Narcissa addressed the room at large. “Draco is one of twins. Fraternal, rather than identical. His sister and he were polar opposites. They did everything together, I could not even put them into different cradles, they screamed until they were reunited. They laughed and played with each other, got into all sorts of trouble together, completely inseparable. They even became ill together. Meningitis. Took my daughter, but spared my son”, tears were flowing down her face.

She collected herself and continued. “After Cariad died, Draco retreated into himself. I thought that School would start to heal him, but he seemed to become more distant and bitter, your name, Harry, seemed to come up rather a lot, as a cause or effect of this, I do not know, but I was aware of your mutual emnity. Then a few moments ago, I saw my son smile in a way I haven’t seen since he was four and a half. I thought you were lost forever to the dark side, my puerulus Draconis, but now I see that I was wrong, so wrong”. She held her hand out to Harry, who moved forward and cautiously took it. She stood, and in a graceful move, embraced him.

Harry tried to control the stunned feeling, breathe normally, as Narcissa released him, she cupped her hands around his face and kissed him hard on both cheeks, “Thank you for making my son happy. Although if I’d have had anything to say about your bonding process, son, it would be Harry carrying the child”. Draco giggled with joy, “Mutti, we fell in love first, then, ah, found out what we were later, so to speak, but the bonding sort of caught up to us in a bit of a rush”.

Harry couldn’t resist, he came over to perch on the arm of the seat, taking Draco into his arms, rubbing his cheek in Draco’s hair, a tearful send, {Dragon, I’m so sorry, lover, I just didn’t know}. Draco leaned back into Harry’s embrace, threading his hand into his thick dark hair. Harry’s hand drifted down to Draco’s swollen stomach, stroking gently and they dared a small chaste kiss, that they parted from reluctantly. Narcissa saw the way they looked at each other, her head tilted to one side. Dumbledore said, “I suppose his father has to know at some point, but is there any way you could delay this until after their daughter is born?”. He turned pleading eyes to hers.

She turned her obsidian gaze to his, “I’ve got my son back. The loving, affectionate, happy son I once had. I will do nothing to jeopardise that, I promise. If these two are bond-mates, then nothing can stop them. They aren’t just Telempaths, either, are they?”. Albus shook his head, smiling widely. “We think that your son is a possible Magister and his bond-mate an Ipsissimus. There has never been such a pairing in Magic before. Two bonded Magi are a wonderful thing indeed”.

Narcissa regarded her son and his beloved in a whole new light. They grinned back at her and their Headmaster. Then all four started laughing. Draco sent, {I’m sorry, Mutti, that I didn’t say anything, that I didn’t send any owls, but you understand, don’t you?}. By way of reply, Narcissa held her arms open. Draco kissed Harry, then moved into his mother’s arms again, kissing her fervently, his face wet once more. {I’ve promised Albus that I won’t tell your father until after Cariad is born, but I will have to tell him then. You understand, son?. After all, when all is said and done, he is still your father}. Draco nodded against her breast. She kissed his hair, then released him slowly. {I would like to be present, my little Dragon, when your baby, my granddaughter, is born. Not to witness..., but I would very much like to hold her?}, the last on a tearful send.

He frowned, {I’m not sure. If you’re with him then you coming here puts us all in danger, perhaps it has now, you will have most likely been watched, observed coming here. You will undoubtedly be questioned next time you have to attend his meetings. I’ll try to owl you, or ‘send’ to you when she’s born, Mutti, do not fear. But I want to have her here, if possible. I feel safe here. With Harry and all of my new friends. This place wraps itself around you like a cloak}. Narcissa smiled at Albus, “Keep him safe for me. Harry too. I charge you with the care of my son and granddaughter. Please. Keep an eye on them, won’t you?”. Dumbledore smiled broadly, and handed her wand back “Two eyes. As often as I can spare them”.

Narcissa and her son eventually disentangled from each other, his mother rising and straightening her creased robes. {I must get back to the Manor, or your Father’s loathsome and incompetent half-brother will have thought up another scheme to bleed us white as estate manager, and I need to make provision for my Granddaughter}. She held Draco’s face tenderly in her hands, touching their foreheads together, {I’m so glad I have you back, my son}. Draco sent back, {He’s my other half, in a way I never thought possible after my sister....}. Narcissa hushed him gently, kissing him. She reached out and clasped Harry’s hand for a moment, sending, {Look after him, he’s all I have left}, before stepping into the Floo fire with a handful of powder.