Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

17

Draco was shaking as Harry gathered him into his arms, and, hang where they were, kissed him, full and passionately, re-connecting them. They pulled apart, Harry sending a {Sorry, sir}, to Dumbledore’s chuckle into their minds. {I think that went rather better than expected. Eh, boys?}. Both boys giggled, clutching each other, turning to their Headmaster. He stepped forwards placing a hand on each boy’s shoulder, gazing steadily into their excited eyes. He let them go feeling considerably more relaxed than he had before he spoke to Narcissa. He had a feeling that she would keep to her part of the bargain.

They flew down the corridors, running at top speed, until Draco crumpled against a wall, clutching his side. Harry was beside him in an instant. Draco was giggling, even as he held his belly, {I really think we’ve got a Beater in here}. Harry laughed, gathering his beloved to him. Draco sighed against him as he straightened, the wall still at his back. Harry leaning against him, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Draco moaning into his mouth. They barely made it back to their rooms. As the door closed, Draco pinned Harry to the door, kissing him with main force, pressing into him. Harry’s leg forcing his apart. Sending a whispered, {Want you, lover}, as Harry burned around him, taking him like never before, heated lips and hands surrounding him, loving him. He dissolved into Harry’s embraces. One gaze burning into the other, and Draco gave in to Harry’s heat.

A late lunch saw the co-conspirators meeting again. Everyone had remembered Draco’s reaction from the morning, and treated him delicately, until Harry and he grabbed each other with beaming smiles and related their stories, leaving out Draco’s sister. Oh, and the heated joining. But related the rest. The whole table laughing in relief.

Somehow, they made it to bed, sweetly collapsing in each other’s arms and sleeping long into the evening. They missed dinner.

In a haze. Hermione and Ginny left the Hall. Ginny pressed her lover to a wall and kissed her. They pulled apart, climbing the stairs towards their common room. Lavender and the Patel twins materialised before them. “We’re off to Hogsmeade this afternoon, is there anything you want?”. Hermione thought, ‘just our dormitory for the afternoon’, said, “No thanks. How long will you be visiting?”. Lavender winked at her, rendering her speechless, whispering, “We’re not expected back until tea-time, you have our dorm to, erm, yourselves. Enjoy!”. They all disappeared.

They passed through the portrait hole, faces reddening with want. Hermione was nearly dragging Ginny, who followed willingly, to stares from her classmates, up the stairs to the upper dormitory. Hermione locked and charmed the doors, pulling Ginny into her arms, kissing her into oblivion. Gently removing her sweater, undoing all the buttons on that skirt, licking all the skin as it was revealed. Leaving the boots on. Parting her legs, tasting the beauty beneath her, lapping at her sweetness, as her legs widened still further, and Hermione’s tongue drove her mad, over the edge. Ginny bucking madly into that talented mouth, awash with want, her desire knowing no bounds, she came, hard and dripping into that amazing mouth. Stunned. That one person could do this to another. It took her ages to recover.

Hermione held her as she rejoined the world, planting little kisses all over her face. Ginny smiled, opening her eyes to her lover leaning over her. They kissed in a post coital drowse, then drew apart. {Girlie, what’re you doing for Easter?}. {I was just going to go home, but Mum and Dad are going over to Romania to see Charlie, and I think Ron’s staying with the twins in London. Why?}.

{That sounds a bit lonely, sweetpea. Would you like to come home with me for the holidays?. I mean, I’ll have to do some work at some point, but we could have loads of fun. Go shopping and swimming and, oh, Muggle-y things. Mum and Daddy are off to Ghana for two weeks after the first week, then we’d have the house to ourselves}, she leaned down and stole another kiss, {And the idea of us in bed together for three whole weeks has a certain charm, wouldn’t you say?}.

Ginny giggled and coloured, {That sounds wonderful, Missy. I’ll owl Mum tonight. I can’t see any problems though. What about your folks, though, will they mind, you know, about us?}. Hermione blushed, {We may have to be fairly circumspect the first week, but we’ll play it by ear. I’m not ashamed of us, Girlie, and Mum’s pretty intuitive, she’ll probably suss us out anyway. But after they’re gone, little girl, then I want to take you shopping, for toys}.

Ginny frowned, {Toys. I don’t understand. Oh, for Draco’s baby?}. Hermione shook her head, a wicked gleam in her eyes, claiming Ginny’s soft mouth with her own, {No, babygirl. I mean toys for us, naughty toys}, her chuckle was low and downright dirty. Ginny broke the kiss and partially sat up, {Bloody hell, you mean like whips and manacles and dildoes and stuff?}. Now it was Hermione’s turn to be somewhat surprised, {Where did you learn this stuff, Girlie?}. Ginny rolled her eyes, {Missy, I’ve got, like, ten zillion older brothers. I’ve found their girlie-mag stashes, and, no, I don’t just read the articles}, she giggled.

They moved together again, pressing the lengths of their bodies against each other, Hermione moaning into their heated kiss. Ginny sent, {Mistress, you are such a pervert. D’you want the boots on or off this time?}. Hermione smiled in her mind and reached down for the zips.

Dressed more demurely, the girls made their way slowly to dinner. They wanted to wander twined about each other, but propriety kept them apart physically and they walked just with their arms linked, not a word spoken, but their minds on fire.

Dinner was half-way through, when Ron and Blaise ran into the Hall, skidding to a halt and climbing onto the bench opposite Ginny and Hermione. Ginny took one look into her brother’s face, and sent, {No two guesses as to what you two have been up to all afternoon, then, is there?}. Ron put out his tongue, {You neither, li’l sis, it’s all over your face}. Ginny reached out a hand across the table, and Ron took it. They both laughed. Ron squeezed his kid sister’s hand, then they both set about re-fuelling, with a vengeance.

{What are you doing for Easter, Ginny?}, Ron sent through a mouthful of chicken. {Missy’s invited me home with her, why?}. Ron glanced at his lover, and she could feel the send, but not read it. Ron sent back, {Cos I’ve invited Blaise back to the Burrow with me. I mean, Mum and Dad gone, Percy and the twins in London}, he shrugged. She grinned at him, {And me gone, too. Just remember to change all the sheets before you come back to school}, then she shared the bit about the toys to see her big brother’s reaction. He went puce, his eyes saucers, his glance flicking between the girls opposite him.

Hermione picked it up, quizzed her lover, who was laughing fit to burst, {Li’l sis, do you know what you’re taking on here. I mean our ‘Mione can get a tad fierce, you know?}. Her purring send unsettled him a little, but he looked into her half-closed sultry eyes, that sexy half smile, {Oh, yes, big bruv. I know exactly what I’m doing. Trust me}. Ron took a deep breath, seeing his sister in a whole new light, meeting her gaze, huffing out his breath through pursed lips, {I’m speechless, Li’l sis. What can I say, except, have loads of fun. Whoa, you just did my head in}. They laughed again.

Hermione asked for a replay of Ron and Ginny’s conversation at dinner, as the four of them ambled in the direction of Harry and Draco’s flat. Ginny complied with a bowed head, {I couldn’t help it, Mistress. I wanted to wind him up, and I did}. They were in an empty corridor, and Hermione pushed her lover into the wall, so the flaring sconce lit her face, {You shouldn’t tell such personal details, Girlie. I’m going to have to punish you for that. You know this don’t you?}. Hermione lifted Ginny’s repentant face to hers, then leaned down and bit her neck, hard. Ginny moaned loudly, {Yes, my Mistress}, she whispered.

Ron and Blaise turned, witnessing the little tableau before them. {Fuck, Ron, your sister’s bloody sexy, isn’t she?}. Ron turned away with a groan. He had to admit. Hermione and his sister were hot. This thought disturbed him profoundly.

They washed up at Harry and Draco’s door, to be welcomed in by grinning hosts. It was fairly obvious to all of them how they’d spent their afternoons, but all quizzed Draco on his Mother’s visit. Hermione could read a great sadness just below Draco’s exterior. She sent to Harry, {What really went on, Harry. Did she hurt him in any way?. There’s an underlying sadness to you two}. Harry mentally excused himself and sent to Draco, {Hermione can feel the sad feelings. She’s concerned. Will you tell her or shall I?}. Draco smiled at his bond-mate, {I’ll do it}, then sent Hermione the unedited version of their morning.

She crumpled visibly, feeling tears prick behind her eyes. She held Draco’s eyes with her own, {Poor you, that’s awful, Draco}. Draco controlled the rise of tears and sent, {But now I have somebody that makes me smile again, ‘Mione. And this, her}, he stroked his bump. In that moment, Hermione felt her heart go out to Draco. She loved him. Just like Ron and Harry, she wasn’t in love with him, though she remembered her crush for a fleeting moment, but right then, she knew she loved Draco Malfoy, and sent the feeling to the latest addition to her circle of best friends.

Although, a moment later, she commanded Draco’s attention to her again, and with narrowed eyes, sent, {But if I ever catch you eavesdropping on me and Ginny again, pregnant or not, I’m gonna take you over my knee, whip your trollies off and spank you ‘til your sweet little bare arse is red raw}.

Draco’s eyes were round, {Help, Harry, I think your best mate’s about to kill me}. Harry grinned, seeing Hermione’s feral daggers look, {Poor Dragon, is she getting you back for listening in at breakfast?. Tough shit, beloved. You know you were wrong. What did she just threaten you with?}. Draco smirked at Hermione and sent the picture to Harry, raising his eyebrow. Harry threw his head back, howling with laughter. Draco had the good grace to blush and look chastened and realised in that moment that Hermione was scary, bloody brilliant, but scary, and that he loved her right back.

xxxxxxx

That night, before they left, Hermione asked Harry to lend her his Invisibility Cloak, he handed it over willingly. As the two girls skipped off down the corridor, Hermione brandishing her prize, Harry laughed softly, before his attention was caught by his insistent Dragon.

Hermione wrapped Ginny in the Cloak and led her up to bed, closing and charming their space. Hermione found an old silk blouse that she no longer wore, tearing four long strips from the fabric, then binding her lover to the bedposts, she punished her properly, until Ginny screamed her ecstasy into the charmed space.

As their friends left, Harry claimed his Dragon’s mouth. It had been an emotional day. He was quite prepared to lead them to bed and curl up to sleep, but Draco turned wild on him, taking him by surprise. Harry sent, {What brought this on, Dragon?}, he smiled into that willing mouth. {Are those girls hot or are they hot?}, his lover sent. {And I thought you were gay, Dragon}, Harry sent in turn. Draco shrugged, {There’s something about her, Harry. She has a power all her own. I don’t know, Harry, but I think our ‘Mione will surprise us all}.

The school was a hive of activity as the term ended and most of the pupils packed for the holidays. The day arrived when everyone left in the carriages bound for the station. All of Harry and Draco’s fellow Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh years had left, and the boys were alone. In truth, Harry wasn’t that bothered. He had stayed at Hogwarts for most of his shorter holidays, occasionally spending a week here and there at the Burrow, but Draco was starting to feel the confinement to school weigh on him. Not only that, but the baby was lying in such a way as to give him almost permanent heartburn. This made him grumpy and out of sorts.

On the third morning of the break, Dumbledore requested their presence. Seated with him was Bertha Bassenthwaite. She rose and greeted them, “My word, boy, you’re coming along well, you look a bit pale, what. The babe givin’ you a rough time?”, she crushed their hands again, and they all sat. She rummaged around in her bag a moment, withdrawing a length of her special shield-cloth, handing it to Draco. A deep black that seemed to absorb the light and much softer than the one he wore, “You can wear that under your clothes, it’s a bit bigger too, should see you right through”. Draco smiled and sent his thanks as naturally as breathing. Bertha reeled in wonder as she felt it, clutching the arms of her chair, “What the Dickens...”. Draco grinned, {No, try sending me something and I’ll tune to you}, he closed his eyes, mentally dialling until {Gotcha!. Hi Bertha}. She was completely nonplussed, all bluster gone. Harry joined in, {We’ve taught a few people to do this, it’s actually not that difficult, if you think of a different analogy for teaching this than is available at School. We chose a Muggle radio or the phone, and everyone’s got it so far. And we seem to be able to tune to anybody we want}

Draco sent, {Oh, and we can fly}. At this, Bertha was truly flabbergasted. She squeaked and covered her mouth with her fingers, {It’s as I thought. Couldn’t move for three days after your dowse, boys. But I have a confession to make}, she looked genuinely frightened for a moment, felt the boys’ curiosity mounting, {I didn’t write an accurate report for the Ministry. I wrote you up, Draco, as an unbonded Telempath, and you, Harry, as, erm, a false positive. I read you both as Magi, or at least I thought so, but you have to remember, that to some of those imbeciles in the Ministry, Magi are legends rather than facts, and because of the baby and all, I felt it wiser to lie}. Harry rose and crossed the room to her, leaning over the back of her chair, and hugging her hard, feeling a weight lift from his heart.

Draco smiled wanly, then winced, gripping his stomach. His Headmaster sent, {Is all not well, Draco?}. {Just the blasted heartburn, sir}, Draco looked a bit weary. Dumbledore smiled and offered Draco a small pastille from a packet, {Pop one of those under your tongue, my boy, won’t do your baby any harm, but they’re a bit stronger than Madam Pomfrey’s remedies}. Draco felt almost instant relief, and grinned for the first time in days, {Thank you, sir}. Dumbledore resealed the packet and pressed it into Draco’s palm, {No more than one every six hours, now. I get these made up in Diagon Alley. I’ll order some more if you need them}. Draco smiled his gratitude.

Harry and Bertha had been discussing them learning the shielding spells, and Bertha had sent to him that now school was mainly empty, and Draco far enough along, that they could begin their lessons in earnest. She was actually going to be staying in the school for the holidays having fibbed and said she was spending Easter with her sister in Ireland. Harry sent, {You’re doing a lot of lying for us, Bertha, why?}.

(Because you boys are a force of nature, you have a power beyond anything seen before in the Magical world, and if he gets a whiff of it.... I cannot, in all conscience let that happen. Harry, you have already been through so much, and Draco, you are so vulnerable, and, well, having dowsed you both, I’m just dashed curious to see how you two turn out, what}.

The boys sat together, fidgeting a bit. Draco was hungry for the first time in days, and Harry felt a bit light-headed himself, knowing they were safe for now. Dumbledore dismissed them. Their first lesson was next day, bright and early, at the room of requirement, nine-thirty sharp. The boys thanked their Headmaster and the Auror and departed.

They rushed along the corridors, until Draco collapsed on some stairs. Harry sank down beside him in an instant, pushing Draco’s head between his knees, the faintness passing. Draco raised his head, colour returning, Harry’s arms around him. They stood, Draco swaying a little into Harry’s side as they reached their flat at last. Summoning Dobby, requesting food. The Elf reappearing moments later with a banquet for them both.

By some complicit agreement between them, they decided to trust Bertha. She was a good sort despite her brusqueness. They were dismissed for the afternoon. They ate and Draco started to relax, leaning into Harry. Letting him know.

How he wished to spend the rest of their day.