Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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Let us now back up a little, dear reader, as we need to follow another path. Let us leave the boys in their spent haze and follow the girls for awhile.

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Ron, Blaise, Hermione and Ginny had bagged themselves an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. As the train sped towards London, Hermione laid an opaque ward between her and Ginny by the window, and the boys nearer the door of the compartment. Ron laughed as he saw what she was doing, {Don’t want to listen in then. Tut, and I thought you were the kinky one}. Hermione glowered at him, {No, I’m doing this so you don’t have to listen to your little sister scream all the way to King’s Cross}, she smiled evilly, blew him a kiss and locked the wards.

She sank into the seat and pulled her lover to her, Ginny draped her legs across Hermione’s lap. She sent, {Are you sure they can’t hear us, Missy, only I’m a bit squicked at the idea that Ron could}. Hermione kissed her, {Now then, Girlie, I may not know much about being a lover, but I do know my magic. Trust me, they cannot hear a thing}. She felt Ginny pull away a little in surprise, {Not know about being a lover?. Hermione Granger, you’re the best. No-one has ever made me feel like you do. You’re so damn sexy, I can’t think straight when you’re around}. Hermione felt her blush rise, {Really?. You think that?}. In reply, Ginny turned and straddled Hermione, lowering her mouth to her lover’s, kissing her fiercely.

{Mistress, you are truly amazing, and you know we can’t lie to each other when we send}. She planted little kisses all over Hermione’s face, twining her hands in that thick curly mane. Hermione let her hands roam upwards from Ginny’s waist, lightly brushing her thumbs over taut nipples under cotton, before letting her hands wander down again until they cupped Ginny’s backside, and they kissed again, feeling the heat rise between them.

Hermione separated them a little, {Girlie, I need to clear something up here, before we go any further}, she chewed her lip, frowning slightly. Ginny waited, a slight tension running through her, {Yes?}. Hermione allowed herself a small evil grin and a deep breath, then, {Throw me a word, something random and non-sexual}, she held Ginny’s gaze. Ginny dropped her eyes, looked around, confused, {A random word, erm, I dunno, erm}, her eyes met Hermione’s, {Elephant}. Hermione grinned at her choice, {Then that’s your safe word}. Ginny looked truly puzzled. Hermione kissed her gently, {Girlie, over the next few weeks, I’m really hoping to be sailing into uncharted waters, sexually, and I want you with me, wherever we go. Promise me, that if anything disgusts you, or you simply do not want to go there, then you utter that word, and it stops. Dead!!!}. Ginny moved forward and captured that upturned mouth with her own, {Yes}, her mind whispered.

Hermione felt her heart rise in her chest, {Oh. Goody. Because I need to punish you for doubting my magical abilities earlier}, she purred. Ginny gave her a cheeky smile as they came up for air, looking around, {There’s nowhere to tie me to in here}. {That’s not how I intended to do it, this time}, her send prompted a shiver up Ginny’s spine. {Then how, Mistress?}. Hermione fixed devastating brown eyes on her lover, she licked her lips, {Stand}, she commanded. Ginny’s eyes half closed, she took a deep breath and complied. Hermione undid Ginny’s jeans and with a quick move, yanked them down to her knees. She moved forwards, sitting almost side-saddle on the seat, and bent Ginny over her knee. {Rest your head and arms on the seat, lover}, she purred into Ginny’s mind, {Now brace your feet against the Ward. Don’t worry, I know my Magic. Spread your legs as far as your captivity will allow you. Now turn your head to the side, so you can watch}.

With a deft move, she raised her right hand and delivered a stinging slap to the peachy little bum raised before her. Ginny bucked over her knee, {Fuck, ‘Mione, that...}. Hermione slapped her again, {It’s Mistress, Babygirl, Mistress}. Ginny sighed, her face a fetching pink, {Yes, Mistress}. As the third blow hit, Ginny moaned. Hermione extended her middle finger towards Ginny’s mouth.

{Wet my finger, lover}. Ginny sucked it into her mouth, coating wetness along the full length. Hermione withdrew from that hot mouth and plunged into somewhere hotter, thrusting hard, Ginny going spare beneath her, she withdrew momentarily to deliver another resounding smack, then resumed finger-fucking her nearly demented girlfriend. She spread her knees slightly, so she could reach her other hand beneath her writhing Girlie, gently touching her hardness, then slowly stroking the wet folds just behind, feeling her unravel with each thrust until she shrieked out loud and gripped Hermione’s fingers deep inside her in release.

She returned to Earth slowly, feeling Hermione withdraw her fingers gradually, then lean over her placing gentle kisses along her back, gentle bites on her arse. Ginny released the tension in her legs, sinking down across Hermione’s lap until she was sitting on her heels on the ground, holding Hermione around the knees, her head laid in Missy’s lap. Her eyes closed, she sent, {That was wonderful. You witch, you}, as her breathing eventually became normal. She felt herself recover, cast a lustful eye at her lover when she realised the position she was in. Hermione was patiently waiting. Ginny gazed straight into her eyes as she undid Hermione’s jeans, planting small kisses on her belly, urging her mentally to {Lift up}, as she slipped them down Hermione’s legs and off. She languidly moved, spreading Hermione’s thighs until she was positioned between them.

She moved in. The tiniest of kisses, the merest hint of tongue. Hermione swallowed hard, holding her gaze, her eyes narrowing, {Yes, baby. Take me with that wicked tongue. Please}. Ginny’s grin was evil as she drew that hard bud into her mouth, sucking so gently, her tongue slowly nudging, her fingers bunching and entering that sweet wetness, her tongue stroking, Hermione opening still further, gasping her want, her need, then coming, hard, into Ginny’s mouth, her hips thrusting against her fingers, feeling the waves of ecstasy take her.

As her breathing quieted, she pulled Ginny into her arms. They each kissed any bits of each other they came into contact with, then a long soft kiss, Hermione tasting herself in Ginny’s mouth. Shakily, they pulled their clothes back on, then held each other tight and dozed as the train sped through the English countryside. As Hermione closed her eyes, she realised, she had no intention of keeping herself and Ginny a secret from her parents. Ginny, as she sank into sleep, secretly wondered how the hell she was going to be circumspect around her Missy’s parents feeling like this.

Hermione was the first to wake, catching the station name as it whizzed past, she realised they were a scant twenty minutes from London. She opened a small hole in the ward, peering through, she coughed, going red. {I think you need to go in there and tell them to get up. I can’t believe I just saw Ron’s bum}, Hermione giggled, as Ginny surfaced. She stepped through the hole in the ward, slapping her brother’s arse, hard. Causing him to wake rather more suddenly than he would have liked, into Ginny’s flushed grin. {Better get dressed you two, unless you want to turn up bare-arsed naked at King’s Cross}. She stepped back through the ward, and Hermione closed it again.

They all climbed out of the train, looking more or less respectable. Brother and sister, then best mates, hugging and kissing, before Blaise and Ron headed for the Floo port, and Hermione and Ginny rushed through the barrier wall and into Muggle-world.

Hermione ran, barrelling into an older version of herself as she rushed into her Mother’s arms. Ginny saw Hermione’s mother’s face, and the thought flitted instantly through her head, ‘Yes, I could still love you in twenty years time’, she thought it, but did not dare send it.

Ginny hung back shyly as mother and daughter greeted each other, then Hermione reached her hand out, turning to Ginny who looked a bit lost, “Mum, this is Ginny. Ginny, this is my mum”, Ginny held her hand out, “How do you do, Mrs Granger?”. She disentangled herself from her daughter and took Ginny’s hand between her two, “I’m delighted to meet you, Ginny, and it’s Rachel, please. I have wanted Hermione to bring her friends home from school for years. You are most welcome, my dear”. The girls hefted their trunks onto trolleys and they left the station for the car park.

They were driving through the darkening countryside, leaving the motorway far behind, Rachel at the wheel, the girls in the back seat. Ginny staring at her first real sights of Muggle life close up, her eyes widening as she took in the country around her, a fluttering feeling in her chest, secretly, she was a bit nervous, she had never spent time with non-magical folk before. She was brought out of her reverie by Hermione’s hand slipping into hers. She spun round, trying to extract her hand, {Missy!. I thought we were tryin’ for discretion here}. Hermione tightened her grip, her eyes seeking Ginny’s. Who met them, nervousness plain. Hermione smiled at her, “Mum, I think there’s something I need to tell you”. Rachel glanced into the rearview mirror at her daughter. She had seen the look that had passed between her daughter and her friend.

She smiled at her daughter, holding up a hand briefly to silence her before laying it back on the wheel, “Daughter, mine, you did say you were bringing a girlfriend home with you. I did think at first, that you meant a friend who is a girl, but you meant a lover who is a girl didn’t you?”, she grinned at her child’s stunned expression. Ginny was holding her breath, flicking her eyes between the two of them.

“It’s all right girls. It really is”, she winked at her daughter. “Before I met your father, Hermione, I had several, shall we say, dalliances. Not all with boys, I might add”. Ginny glanced at her Missy’s expression. Hermione’s head leaned back, she allowed an arm to snake around her Girlie, who sent, {Your mum’s cool, Missy}. Hermione was almost in tears, she threaded her other arm over the back of the seat in front of her, over her mother’s shoulder. Steering with one hand for a moment, Rachel reached and grabbed Hermione’s hand, kissing it. “You know, daughter mine, that whatever you do, Daddy and I trust your judgement, and we’ll always love you, no matter what?”. Hermione and her mother shared a look via the rearview mirror. Rachel squeezed her daughter’s hand before getting back to driving.

Ginny detected her Missy’s emotion, realising that Hermione had been very brave. She did what came naturally, she pulled Hermione into her arms, laying her lover’s head on her shoulder as she shed tears, her “Thanks mum”, came out a bit strangled.

Rachel knew these roads like the back of her hand, so she found herself glancing in the mirror as they drove. Saw Ginny’s obvious solicitude towards Hermione and relaxed, as she saw her daughter calm in the arms wrapped around her, “How are Harry and Draco doing, Hermione?”. Her daughter sat up, wiping her eyes and grinning, “They’re fine, mum. Draco’s getting bigger all the time, but since the scan, he’s really accepted what’s happening to him. He’s shown that scan picture to, like, everybody. I think it still weirds him out from time to time, but by and large, he’s doing brilliantly. Harry hovers over him like an avenging angel, and they love each other to bits. They’re scared, no, terrified, that this is all part of a master plan by Voldemort to get Harry, but otherwise, I’ve never seen either of them so happy. Oh and they’ve somehow learned to fly, without brooms, and they’ve taught us all how to talk to each other telepathically, so if you see Ginny and I exchanging expressions, then we’re probably talking like that too”.

Hermione hushed Ginny’s next send, {I want to try to ‘send’ to Mum}She spoke, “Mum, say something you really mean in your mind, over and over. I’m going to try and pick up your signal. Keep it in the back of your mind, you’re driving after all”. Rachel flicked a grin in the mirror, and thought, ‘I love you, my sweet daughter’, over and over, then got the shock of a lifetime. The car swerved, and she battled for control. There was a lay-by to her left, and she pulled into it killing the engine, and, wrapping her arms around the steering wheel, she sank her face to her arms. “What did you just do?. I felt you in my mind. I’m sorry about the sudden stop”.

Hermione rather gracelessly clambered into the front seat, and hugged her mum hard. She tentatively opened the channel again, {I always knew you had some magic in you somewhere, mum}. Ginny’s calm send came. {No, Missy, you’re a force of nature unto yourself. It was something I sensed from the boys after me and you got together. They know what you are, even if they can’t articulate it yet}. Hermione turned startled eyes to her lover, her mother watching the sending. Ginny again, {There’s probably a very good reason that you and Harry and my brother are such good friends and that you’ve, erm, never been in relationships or anything with each other, then within a short space of time, all three of you are, each with your own gender}, Ginny shrugged, just as baffled. Silence reigned as Rachel drove off once more, feeling very confused.

No more than her daughter, who reeled from her lover’s send. Hermione leant against the headrest, her mind awhirl, her thinking face on, her eyes closed. She desperately tried to figure things out, but her brain refused to co-operate, and she gave up with a sigh, putting all these thoughts onto a shelf in her mind, carefully labelling it, and mentally walking away.

She opened her eyes to Ginny’s careful regard. She glanced at a passing road sign, they were nearly home. With grace and finesse, Rachel turned the car into a sweeping drive, as an automatic sensor turned on a powerful lamp. Ginny started, {Was that Magic?}. Hermione realised, in that moment, that there was so much that her lover didn’t know about the Muggle world. She stepped out of the car, opening Ginny’s door, extending a hand, {No. Just Muggle electronics. There’s a device buried under the drive that can detect anything heavier than a large dog and turn the light on. That’s all}. Ginny still wasn’t sure, but she took Hermione’s hand and a deep breath, stepping out onto the drive.

The house was large, it was difficult to make out the period in the dark, but Ginny was very aware of it’s comforting bulk as Hermione struggled their trunks from the boot of the car, {Oi, give me a hand here, what the hell have you got in here, Girlie?}. Ginny snapped back to herself, and went to assist her lover. Hermione slammed the boot, took Ginny’s hand in hers and they entered the house.

A large hall, wide stairs sweeping off into darkness, pictures on the wall, all still, no movement. Ginny took it all in. {Welcome to my home, babygirl}. Rachel was off in the back of the house somewhere. Hermione dragged her trunk to the bottom of the stairs, {This way, Girlie. Sorry. No House-Elves. We shift for ourselves here}, she giggled, as they climbed, doors passing on either side of them as they reached the first floor. Hermione led them to a corner of the wide landing. {Mum and Dad built this for me as my sixteenth birthday present}. She opened a door, much like all the others, but this let onto more stairs. Hermione flicked a light on as they ascended, then withdrew a key from her pocket and unlocked the door at the top of the stairs.

{The only key. No-one comes up here but me}. She opened the door and stepped over the threshold with a giggle, turning and helping Ginny with her trunk, then flipped the light on. Ginny gasped at the room revealed before her. A large modern space, a huge bateau-lit, strange boxes, a hanging space for clothes, a set of drawers, a large section of the room with sofas, a weird kind of heating device, two screen type things, one on a stand, one on a desk.

Hermione felt her lover’s discomfiture and gathered Ginny into her arms, {Let me take you on a tour, it won’t bite, although, the way I’m feeling right now, I might}. Ginny felt some of her nervousness evaporate, as she snuggled into Hermione’s side.

{This is the computer, and this}, she pulled out a handset thing, pressing buttons. Ginny was enthralled, {is the TV. You’ve seen moving pictures in our world. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet}. She pulled them down to a soft sofa before an oblong shaped silver box, that sprang to life when Hermione touched the buttons on the small box she held in her hand. Ginny was fascinated as Hermione flipped through channels, settling on news. {We are so protected in the Magical world, Girlie, you cannot believe. Out here, there is so much going on. I miss my Muggle news while I’m at school, and on the TV, all the pictures move}.

Ginny sat and watched, transfixed, as stories rolled past her. The national news switched to the local. A murderer being sought nearby. Ginny tensed in Hermione’s arms. A tale of a toddler wandering off, being found unharmed five miles away, Ginny smiled and sniffled. She sent, with tears in the send, {I don’t know sod all about real life, do I?}.

Hermione caught her girlfriend in her arms as she sagged, weeping. {We are a bit over-protected at Hogwarts, but for you pure-blood families, you are virtually guaranteed jobs somewhere in the Magical world. For us Muggle-borns, we have to shape for ourselves}. Ginny’s look into her eyes registered shock, as she read the truth. {It’s all about blood, really, isn’t it?}, she whispered into Hermione’s mind. Her lover nodded. Ginny’s face crumpled, {This is so not fair. You are freely acknowledged as being the smartest Witch for several generations}. Hermione sank her head to Ginny’s shoulder, {I know, but no-one’s offered me anything, yet, but I’m Muggle-born. so I don’t stand a chance}. They clung together, Ginny getting her first taste of politics, suddenly understanding Hermione’s fight for the House-Elves, her radicalism since. Her fights for justice in an unfair world, the Magical world trapped in another century. In that moment, holding her lover, no, beloved, close, she saw, and her comprehension increased.