Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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They parted at a tentative knock, “Your Dad’s home and dinner’s nearly ready”. Hermione and Ginny shared a last look, and descended from Hermione’s eyrie.

Hermione took the last few stairs at a run, falling into her father’s arms, hugging him tight, “Hello, Daddy, missed you so much, as ever”. Ginny watched, grinning as Father and daughter greeted each other, suddenly feeling an ache for her own family.

Reuel Granger held his hand out to his daughter’s friend, “Pleased to meet you Ginny. Ron’s sister, are you not?”. Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair and nodded. His wife reached out to him, “Hello, love”, and drew him into the kitchen. Hermione left to pick up the pieces. She drew her lover to her in a kiss. Ginny trembling a little, {Do they both know?}, Ginny’s tremulous send. Hermione nodded, {Mum knows, and she’ll tell Dad, but they love me whatever, anyway. Come here, my lover, come to me}. Ginny could not resist, moving into those open arms, feeling them fold around her. Her own twining around her lover, a chaste kiss and a sweet hug of reassurance.

They wandered in to dinner, ending up discussing Harry and Draco’s bond, which seemed to fascinate Hermione’s parents, as it was Rachel who had done the scan. “You know, if Draco needs a six month scan, I’m happy to oblige. We should be back from Africa by then. Unfortunately we can only give a short time...”. Hermione explained to Ginny that her parents donated time to the dental corps of a group of medics known as Medecins Sans Frontieres, giving their time and expertise for free anywhere they were needed in the trouble spots of the world. Ginny was stunned, completely abashed before these committed Muggles. She knew so little. She didn’t even know if Wizarding folk ever engaged in charitable works

As they climbed towards Hermione’s rooms, later on, Ginny asked, {Can you teach me a bit, Missy?. I feel like such an ignoramus, here. There’s so much I don’t know}. Hermione held her lover tight, sensing her curiosity and disappointment in the wizarding world to prepare her for anything beyond wizarding. {What about the rest of the world out there, the real world?}. Hermione held her tremulous lover close, {I can’t teach you everything. There are many things that I have been sheltered from, but I will show you what I can, love}. Ginny revelled in the missing ‘r’. Kissing Hermione back as she was kissed, the familiar heat building between them,

They spent the remainder of the evening, snuggled up on the couch, and Hermione selected a movie from her considerable collection, a tale of doomed lovers and the sinking of a massive ship. Ginny couldn’t take her eyes away, and cried when the boy slipped under the icy water. Hermione held her tight, watching Ginny rather than the film, delighting in the younger girl’s reactions. As the end credits rolled, Ginny turned to Hermione, sniffling and giggling, {That was bloody brilliant. Are they all as good as this one?}. Hermione shrugged, {Depends on your taste, but that one is one of my favourites}. She yawned widely, as Ginny stood up, looking back at her, {Come on, Missy, bed. You look all done in}. She extended her hand and hauled Hermione to her feet, and over to the bed, {Which side am I on?}. Hermione yawned again, making a vague gesture, {Doesn’t matter as we’ll end up in a pile, anyway}, she grinned, then inclined her head to a door Ginny hadn’t noticed before, {And there’s a bathroom through there, the light’s on a pull switch}.

Ginny grabbed her sponge-bag and cautiously opened the door, pulled on the string just inside until the light came on, a beautiful little en-suite shower room. Ginny did what she had to, glancing around as she sat, examining the array of brightly coloured bottles on a shelf nearby, opening and sniffing at them, grinning at the array of scents. She finished, flushed, cleaned her teeth and turned off the light as she left. She turned to make a comment, but Hermione was already buried under the covers, her eyes closed.

She stripped and hopped into the most comfortable bed, she had ever been in, cuddling up behind Hermione, who mumbled in half sleep, {Sorry, what?. Didn’t catch that}. {Turn the light out, love, just push the switch in with your fingertip until it clicks, then let it go}. She turned in the now darkness pulling Ginny towards her, kissing her sleepily, wrapping her arms around her and was asleep in seconds.

Ginny lay awake a while, she listened to Hermione’s breathing become deeper and more regular, felt gently for her mind. No response. She smiled and snuggled closer, feeling sleep creep over her at last, her last gentle send, {I love you, Hermione Granger, I love you so much. Sleep tight, my love}, and finally drifted off.

She woke to an empty bed, feeling a bit disgruntled as she reached her arm out to cold bedding, then felt the crackle of paper under her hand. She rubbed her eyes and peered at the note.

‘Sorry for not being there when you wake up, lover, but I always help Mum cook breakfast the first morning I’m home. We have our private chat. I don’t want to miss it, love, I’ll come up and get you for breakfast. Go back to sleep, and, by the way, I read your last send last night. L U 2, H xxx’.

For a nano-second, Ginny wanted to run and hide somewhere, then re-read the note, a slow blush creeping over her cheeks, she rolled over on to her back, hugging the note to her.

Hermione and Rachel worked companionably side by side in silence, Rachel broke it by enquiring a bit shyly how Hermione and Ginny had come together. Hermione asked her to relax her mind, she would rather tell her this way if she could. Rachel winced initially as her daughter’s send reached her, “Ouch, a bit quieter, please, love, you’re, erm, shouting a bit”. Hermione gave a shy smile of her own, and instantly lowered the volume. Frequency she was growing used to dealing with, but sound levels, a whole new aspect she hadn’t thought of before. She apologised, and sent the story, cutting it off as the two girls had separated for a chaste night’s sleep. Rachel grinned wider, {But I bet she’s not sleeping in your spare room is she?}. Hermione blushed a furious scarlet as she shook her head, finding the courage to look into her Mother’s eyes. Rachel read all the conflicting emotion on her daughter’s face. For this, she didn’t have to be Magical, simply a mother. She sent, {You’re in love with her, aren’t you?}. Rachel’s gaze held steady. Hermione gripped the kitchen counter for balance, closing her eyes. She barely nodded, {I haven’t told her yet}.

Her mother saw her daughter’s struggle to keep her feet, turning from the cooker, guiding Hermione to a chair. She threw her arms around her mum, burying her face in her mother’s stomach, “There’s a reason I’m the smart one at school, mum, and you’re at least half of it”, she mumbled. She felt the laugh bubble up from her gut and let it out. Rachel leaned down , kissing her daughter’s hair, holding her, then untangling them to concentrate on breakfast. Hermione, stunned leaned her head in her hands, tuning the bustle out. Was she truly in love?. She let her mind wander hither and yon, and all of the very best thoughts and memories of recent times had Ginny in them. Was this just lust, was it love?. Already? This fast? Mind you, it had only taken Harry and Draco 48 hours but, after all, they were bond-mates. Her practical side rebelled but instinct said otherwise. A tiny voice inside her mind told her not to be so daft. Of course it was and to stop being so stubborn and get on with it. The voice sounded very like Ron’s.

Rachel watched her daughter as she assembled a tray. With two breakfasts, the necessary cutlery, and a small bud vase with three blooms in it. She brought it over, placing it on the table. Hermione looked up, “But mum, I always have brekkie with you and Daddy”. Her mother smiled down at her, “Not today, my little girl. And I don’t expect to see either of you until at least lunchtime”. Rachel could not stifle her mirth. Hermione stood and picked up the tray, {I don’t know haw to thank you, or even what to say, mum}. {Hush, my daughter, go to her, take her some breakfast before it’s cold}. Hermione could feel herself going scarlet, {Could you hold the bottom door for me, please}. They giggled together then, co-conspirators.

Hermione climbed the stairs, carefully balancing the tray, nudging her door open with her hip and gasped as she beheld her lover, sprawled out in the bed, that wild red hair fanned out around her head, the sheets pushed down to her waist, one arm flung carelessly over her head, her other clutching a scrap of paper over her heart.

She laid the tray down on her desk and was beside her love in a heartbeat, taking the redhead into her arms and gently kissing her awake, stroking her face, awaiting that delicious moment when green-grey eyes fluttered open and met her own, which they did with a sexy slowness Hermione found irresistible. She brushed Ginny’s lips with her own, tasting that sleepy mouth with little flicks of her tongue until she felt a reply, then claiming her, feeling Ginny’s arm around her, a gentle tug pulling them closer, she deepened the kiss, both sending little cries of pleasure to each other as Ginny surfaced fully, and the kiss became fierce.

They drew apart a little, so Hermione could remove her dressing gown, and she climbed back into bed, lying close, leaning up on one elbow, and stroking Ginny’s face with her other hand, and, looking deep into her eyes, sent, {I love you, Ginny, I love you very much}. Ginny held her breath a moment, stunned, then threw her arms around Hermione, her face one big smile, {I love you too, Missy, I’ve been in love with you since our first kiss}

They rolled around giggling and kissing, stroking and hugging and suddenly things became very passionate as a tidal wave of want washed over them both, with mouths locked together, they rode each other’s fingers to a fast and shattering climax. When they stopped trembling, Ginny sent, {I think that was a textbook definition of the term ‘quickie’}, she felt Hermione chuckle into her hair. They kissed again, longer and slower this time, real love pouring into it. And then it happened.

A crackling of energy between their tongues, passing down into their bellies, whence it coursed and burned through them with pale fire, ribbons of static cocooning them together as they drowned in each other’s mouths and the crackling gradually eased, trickling out through the ends of their fingers and toes. It had lasted just over a minute and faded to nothing again, leaving them amazed.

{What the hell was that?}, Ginny looked a mite scared. Hermione was worrying a piece of skin on her lower lip with her teeth, deep in thought, {Unless I’m very much mistaken, I’m guessing that we just formed a bonding of some kind, not just that we’re in love, but something Magical has changed. Can’t you feel it, love?}. Ginny sent, {Well, something weird just happened, but I can’t explain it}.

Hermione sat up, looking around the room. Her eyes lit on the closed door. She pointed her wand hand at the handle, the fingers bunched except for the forefinger which pointed, and sent{Alohomora}. The door clicked quietly open. Trembling now, she pointed at a small cushion on the sofa, {Accio cushion}, and it flew effortlessly into her hand. She turned to Ginny, breathless with shock and sent, {Try it, love}. Ginny tried several things, one finger pointing, two and a flat hand with the middle finger pointing at the chosen object, sending strong and clear every time. {Maybe, you actually have to say the words out loud or something}.

Ginny looked a little frustrated, but took a deep breath and tried again, with each of the three casting hand positions and a careful intonation of the spell. It was with a flat hand and voicing the spell that the other small cushion on the sofa sailed towards her. Now she was astounded. {What does all this mean, Missy?}. Hermione slumped a bit sinking her head into her hands, her mind was racing. Ginny reached for her, pulling her close, simply holding her. Eventually, Hermione raised her head, scrubbing at her eyes with the heels of her hands, {I’m getting a strange feeling about all of this. But first I need to speak to Ron and Harry}, she huffed out a long breath, {Right now, though, I’m flippin’ starving}. Breakfast had long gone cold on the tray, but Hermione pointed her finger and sent {Calieri}, and the food was fresh and hot again. She brought the tray back over to the bed, and they ate ravenously. It had been a busy morning so far.

Afterwards, they showered and dressed, Ginny sent, {I want you under that thing one day, Missy}. Hermione turned a pink face to her, {We’ll save that one for later, but now I have to try and contact the boys}. Ginny frowned, {How?. Can you send an Owl from here, or Muggle Post?}. Hermione smiled and kissed her, {I’m going to try it this way, but I need you to close your channel, please}. Ginny nodded and the link went quiet. Hermione sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, taking several deep breaths and closed her eyes. Ginny sat quietly and watched.

Hermione felt her channels opening wide, scanning, searching, all the time, sending, {Ron, come in please, I need to talk to you}. After a full ten minutes, she felt him at the back of her mind, {Turn the volume up, Ron, I can barely hear you. Ah, that’s better. Am I shouting?}. She felt Ron’s voice, {A bit. Where are you, you sound as if you’re right outside the door?}.

{I’m at home, Ron, at my mum and dad’s}, she waited a moment for Ron to process this, {Bloody hell, you’re hundreds of miles away, and you can send this far?}. {So it would seem, but, Ron, I need to ask you some stuff, it’s going to be rather personal, but I think I’m on the brink of discovering what this whole thing is all about, and I need your help. Will you trust me and answer whatever I ask?}. {Yes. You’re one of my best mates, ‘Mione. Ask away}.

She took a deep breath, {The time when you and Blaise declared your love for each other. I need to know what happened. I’m sorry, I know it was a deeply private moment, but, please, trust me}. Ron could not deny the sincerity in Hermione’s send, and after a pause, he huffed out a deep exhale and returned, {Okay, here’s how it went. Quidditch practice was over, and I was up for a shower sesh, erm, you know, but he drags me to our little room, saying he’s got something he has to tell me. My heart wanted to explode, you know, I kind of already knew that I loved him, but when he told me, I went to jelly inside}, he paused, {Sorry, Ron, it’s what happened immediately afterwards that I need to know. Please}. He took a moment to reply, but she could hear the blushes in his send, {Well, erm, we made love, a bit fast if I recall, then the weirdest thing happened}, his send tailed away. He could feel Hermione’s anxiety at the corner of his mind, {Yes, that’s the bit I really need to know}, she sent, urgency in every syllable.

{Well, erm, afterwards, I mean it was a bit intense. I kissed him, then this strange feeling overtook us, I dunno, like sparks pouring into each other, some sort of mind-gasm, if you like, and it was fuckin’ wonderful. It only lasted a short while. It seemed the perfect end to a perfect night and we crashed out shortly afterwards. Why do you need to know all this stuff, ‘Mione, I’m bloody intrigued?}.

{Ron, erm, the same thing happened to us this morning, and our Magical abilities have changed. Maybe you don’t realise it, but yours may have altered too. Ginny can now do wandless, and I can do wandless and wordless magic, just with sending. Is Blaise with you, right now?}.

Hermione could feel Ron’s gasp of amazement, {Yes, why?}. {While I’m ‘on’, I’m going to give you both instructions, try this out, ‘cos I need to know here. You know the three wandless hand positions, don’t you?. Try each with a combination of sent and spoken spells, something simple to start off with, go on, I’ll wait}.

Both boys did as asked, Ron’s send unmistakable, {FUCKIN’ ‘ELL, ‘MIONE, what the hell’s going on?}. Hermione’s laugh was dry, {It worked then, tell me how?}. Ron’s send tight with emotion, {Blaise uses two fingers and has to speak, and I use one and also have to speak. So you get voiceless, lucky bugger, what’s our Ginny’s then?}. {Flat hand, speech. Shit, I think I know now. When The Auror told Harry and Draco that they would have to build shields?. <>We’re the shield. Us and anyone else that’s in this whole sending and receiving circle, except the coupled up ones get more power, and if you are in love, then the power shifts up several notches. I don’t know, Ron, I’m just blundering about in the dark here, it’s pure instinct, but, somehow, this all starts with Harry and Draco}. Ron was silent for a moment or two, then smiled and sent, {Does this mean you and our Ginny are in love?}. Hermione felt herself colour, {Yes, does that bother you at all?}. Ron was laughing, {Just the opposite, but typical you to think all this out, I’m impressed. I mean, we had no idea that our powers were extended. Trust you to figure it out on your first day. Come to London a few days before we go back to school, we can all talk about this, maybe go out, have some fun, how about it?}

{Yes, that sounds like a laugh, you’re on. I must go now, as this is very tiring sending over long distances, I need to speak to Harry next, and there’s a sexy gorgeous young lady here, who I’m neglecting. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks}. She blew him a mental kiss and closed the connection.

She keeled over backwards onto the rug. Ginny sank down beside her and took her into her arms, cradling her head and upper body against her, stroking Hermione’s hair, {You’re awfully pale, love, are you okay?}. Hermione smiled, {Touch your forehead to mine}, she looked wan and tired. Ginny complied, and Hermione relayed the whole conversation to her, missing nothing out.

Ginny managed to get Hermione off the floor and onto the sofa, a cushion under her head, as she dropped into deep sleep almost immediately. Ginny sat on the floor and held her for awhile, then extricated herself, quietly unpacking some homework, she sat at Hermione’s desk and set to work, finding herself drifting off, staring at the wall in front of her, trying to figure out the implications of being a shield. Hermione was right. All these extra abilities and energies seemed to emanate directly from Harry and Draco. It must be a manifestation of bonded Mage Magic. That they could touch the minds of all those they loved. Love definitely played a part in this somewhere. Sex too, and bonds, physical and mental. She let her mind run on, forgetting that her channels were open.

Then it hit her. Now that Harry and Draco were bonded, Voldemort would have no use for them, it was the baby he wanted. Her blood ran cold. There had been no contact from him all year. The bastard was biding his time. He must know about Draco, and Harry’s file was missing. She felt an icy grip around her heart, then a warm sleepy send into her mind, {Couldn’t have put it better myself, love}, then warm arms around her as she sat, literally shaking with fear, as the fullness of her responsibility rammed her chest with main force.

Hermione sat in her lap and held her, {I know, I’ve got to tell Harry all of this, but they’ve got us, all of us. I’m really glad that I’m not the only one to suss this out}, she leaned down, lifting her beloved’s worried face to hers and kissed her close-mouthed. {I’m too tired to ‘call’ Harry today, what say we take the rest of the day off and discover what being in love with each other means?}. She stood up, {Swap places. I’m gonna take you shopping}. Hermione fetched her purse before sitting once again, and drawing Ginny into her lap. She rolled the chair before the computer and booted it.

Ginny looked totally confused as the screens kept changing, then stayed still. Hermione pressed a button on her keyboard, that didn’t seem to be plugged into anything, and a new screen popped up. Hermione did something with a curious ovoid shaped device beside her, clicked a button, leaned over Ginny, typed a few words, pressed a button, and screens of information presented themselves. Ginny was extremely confused. {At this present moment, we are about to look around a shop in Arizona, America. It’s a special shop, run by a woman, catering to the needs of women like ourselves who wish to buy certain erm, toys without having to visit a real life shop in a sleazy area, where we could be faced with physical danger}.

Ginny was astonished, as Hermione visited various places, ordering stuff, that either herself or Ginny chose, at each ‘shop’, Hermione typed in the number of a small rectangular plastic card, that she fished out of her purse. Ginny tried to hide her bafflement, but her lover sensed it, {This card leads to my bank account, I type in the numbers, and they take the money out of my bank, then send me the goods when they’ve been paid. I hardly ever use cash except in the Wizarding world. It’s all done with these cards these days. You never see actual cash, it’s just a figure on your bank statement, and you either add to it or subtract from it. Mum and Dad give me a monthly allowance, it comes out of their bank account and straight into mine electronically on the same day every month, then I have half transferred to Gringott’s Muggle exchange, then the coin is placed in my safety deposit box. I’m not a pure-born, so I don’t qualify for a vault}.

Hermione was so assured in the Muggle world. Ginny felt more than a little abashed. Hermione tapped into her e-mail account, {Look, they’ve acknowledged receipt of our order, and when I log in tomorrow, it’ll be on it’s way to us}. Ginny giggled, {Even the thing I requested?}. Hermione nodded, her cheeks going red, {Yes, even that}. Ginny fashioned a moving picture in her mind, of exactly what she would do with the new toy she had requested that Hermione order, then sent it. Hermione doubling over, seeing herself taken from behind, her head thrown back, Ginny pounding into her.

They were both red-faced as Hermione closed the machine down. They kissed, then, groping, touching each other, as clothes were torn away, then kissed and licked, a slower build, no games this time, just pure love-making. Hermione leading her lover to bed, they played and dallied, building the erotic tension, until a gasped, {Want you}, turned to a sated, {I love you, baby}.

They missed both lunch and dinner that day.

Rachel was a little concerned as she tapped on their door later. Ginny answered, “We’ve had a weird Magical experience today, and it’s worn Missy out. She’s sleeping”. Rachel nodded, “I’ll bring supper upstairs, then”, and disappeared, knowing in that moment, that her daughter and her girlfriend were probably neck-deep in another Magical situation, and that Hermione would relate what she could when she was conscious.

She also wondered at Ginny’s nickname for her daughter, Missy, then smiled. First love was such a wonderful thing.

Ginny tucked into her supper when it arrived. A delicious beef stew and dumplings. Hermione slept on. Ginny left half for her lover. Selecting another movie, she pushed buttons until the machine obeyed her and watched an animated film, cleverly made about the adventures of a toybox full of toys. Ginny wondered at Hermione possessing such a childish film, but as she watched, she enjoyed the humour and wisecracks and laughed aloud in places.

Hermione was still asleep. Ginny warred with herself as to whether to wake her, then decided for. She hadn’t eaten for many hours. She kissed her beloved awake, stressing the need for food. Hermione pulled her down into one of those wonderful sleepy kisses, {All I need is you, love}, she sent as she surfaced. Ginny was stern, {Bugger off, you need to eat. Today’s send did you in somewhat, and you need fuel. Your mum made us an excellent stew, and I’ve saved you half. Come on, wake up, and eat}.

Hermione slowly rose to the surface, {It’s dark} was her initial observation. Ginny kissed her, {You’ve been asleep for hours since we did our shopping, you need to eat, baby}. Hermione gripped her in a kiss beyond imagining, {All I need to eat is you}, her voice low and feral. Ginny struggled between desire and practicality, swallowing her want in favour of the practical. Waking Hermione fully and pressing her to eat. She inhaled her supper, and Ginny knew she’d done the right thing. Then Hermione grabbed her, in a tight embrace, {Think you got rid of me that easily, huh?}. {Never, Missy, but you needed food}. She felt Hermione’s head sink to her shoulder, {Thank you, my bond-mate}. Ginny couldn’t help herself, she burst into tears.

Hermione held her lover tight as she cried. It had been an emotional day for them both. She re-iterated her love for the trembling girl held in her arms, {It’s all so bloody strange. First, we fall in love, then comes some strange bond. Then weird magic}. Hermione chuckled into her mind, {Imagine how weird it must have been for Harry and Draco, and we are their cohorts}. Ginny melted against her, feeling a warm hand up her back, burying itself in her thick, heavy hair, turning her head, towards a soul-searing kiss, which she answered, with all the passion in her.

The next morning saw all four around the table having breakfast. Ginny had been trying to think of a way to thank her hosts for allowing her to stay, when an idea struck her, “Could I make us all dinner, tonight?. Only I’d like to thank you for having me here. It wouldn’t be fancy restaurant fare, dunno, I’ve never been to one, but I do a mean fish pie”.

Her outburst was met with smiles all round. Hermione sent, {That’s a lovely idea, Girlie}. Her father spoke, “That sounds wonderful, Ginny. I’ll allow it on one condition though?”. Ginny frowned, Reuel continued, “Rachel and I fly out the day after tomorrow, and I’d like us all to go out for dinner tomorrow night. Will you agree?”. Ginny blushed and smiled shyly, “Then, yes. Thank you”.

{I’ll go shopping while you talk to Harry later. I’ve got some Muggle cash that Mum sent me, and I’ll get an education at the same time, though you’ll have to show me how to use the cooker and stuff.}.

After breakfast, Rachel and her husband left for their respective clinics, Hermione directed Ginny to the local shops, {Are you sure you’ll be okay, you do know the difference between Muggle notes, don’t you?}. Ginny leaned in and kissed Hermione on the nose, {Stop worrying. I can add up, even if the units of currency are different. I’ll manage, trust me, I’ll be back soon. Give my love to Harry and Draco for me}, and she was gone.

Hermione trudged up the stairs to her room with more than a little apprehension. She once more meditated into the sending state, and opened her channels. She roamed and ranged again, picking up Harry in a matter of moments. {Hermione!!. Are you back in school?. Argh!. You’re shouting a bit}. {No, Harry}, she adjusted her send volume control, {I’m sitting in my bedroom at my parent’s house, several hundred miles away. Harry, I need to tell you what’s going on. Can you talk?}.

{Well, I’m actually in the middle of an Occlumency session with the Auror, and I’m bloody amazed you can send over these distances}. {Thanks, so am I, but it really knackers me. I slept for hours yesterday after I sent to Ron, but you need to know this, Harry, so apologise to Draco and the Auror. I think I know what’s going on. We are part of your shield-wall, Harry. Me, Ginny, Ron and Blaise}. She could almost hear Harry blanch, as he closed the connection to speak to the others. Then he was back, {Go ahead, ‘Mione, I’m all ears}. {Okay, open your channels really wide. I seem to have sending abilities the others don’t. Have you ever used a computer to download stuff?}. {No, but I’ve seen Dudley do it, and I know the principle behind it}.

{Good. I’m going to send you this stuff like that, then stay in the background while you process it, then get back to me. I think it’ll tire me out less. Can you do that?}

{We can but try, ‘Mione. Do your worst}.

She took a deep breath and sent it all. The bondings, the send to Ron, the wandless magic, her and Ginny’s conclusions, then placed her mind on ‘hold’ while Harry sorted it out. He was back in moments, {Hermione Granger, you are a bloody genius. I’m taking all this to Dumbledore right away}. Hermione stopped him, {Wait until we’re all back in school, Harry. Voldemort won’t move until Draco’s about due. We’re meeting up with Ron and Blaise before we come back to school for a few days, to sort out what we do know between us. Don’t let’s be too hasty here, the fewer people who know, the better, but of course, you must tell Draco, right away}.

Harry switched to a lighter tone, {So, ‘Mione, mine, this must mean that you and Ginny are in love, yes?. I’m very happy for both of you. Come on, girlfriend, you made me give up something cute, now it’s your turn}, Hermione could feel the accompanying giggle in her mind. She cast about in her head for a moment, then sent Ginny’s reaction to movies and TV. Then just a little of her lover’s confusion at things in the Muggle Universe. Harry laughed in reply, {These purebloods – so unsophisticated in the real world, it’s kind of sweet really, how much we have to teach them}, they both chuckled. They said their ‘Miss you’s and goodbyes and Hermione closed the link, dragging herself to the bed, climbing aboard and crashing out.

Ginny, meanwhile was having her own adventures. She’d never really gone shopping before, she perused the little High Street, making careful purchases, wise with her money, generous with smiles which usually incited (particularly) male shopkeepers to slip an extra free bit on the scales. She was enjoying herself. Suddenly, she caught a shop display out of the corner of her eye, that made her come to a dead stop.

A lingerie shop, the display a turquoise basque overlaid with fine black lace, suspenders, panties and stockings. She felt her heart constrict in her chest as she imagined Hermione spilling over that bra top. On automatic pilot, she walked into the shop. Before she realised what she was doing, she asked for a 34b, paid over quite a lot of her holiday money, and left the shop in a flushed daze. Somehow, she completed the rest of her shopping, and staggered back to the house, laden with bags, pleased with herself.

She let herself in with Hermione’s key, unpacking the food in the kitchen, figuring out the fridge. Fish, eggs, fruit and cream going in, leaving the rest of her ingredients laid neatly on the counter, she grabbed the pink lacy shopping bag and went in search of her beloved.

She gazed adoringly on Hermione in sleep, curled up, hands wedged between her knees. She dropped the package, toed off her trainers and clambered up next to Hermione, gently pulling at the sleeping girl’s arms, winding one under her neck as she snuggled close, the other around her waist. Ginny wrapped a leg around her lover and pulled her closer still, planting gentle kisses on Hermione’s face, holding tight as her lover slept on.

They woke more or less together, Hermione getting a long look at her beloved, before those incredible eyes opened into hers. They kissed long and deep, before Ginny parted them and wandlessly Summoned the carrier bag, pressing it into Hermione’s surprised hands, {Present for you, love, wear it tonight, without the pants}. She rolled off the bed, {I need to start cooking, see you in a bit}.

A slightly stunned Hermione examined the contents of the bag, her eyes widening, she sent a kiss to her lover, then started to get changed.

As she entered the kitchen, various cooking smells greeted her, making her stomach growl. She inhaled deeply, then turned to watch Ginny at the counter, her hair twisted into a long thick plait down her back, busily making pastry, a frying pan on the cooker next to her, gently frying mushrooms, a saucepan beside it hard-boiling eggs. Hermione sat at the kitchen table, watching her lover, her connections tired and closed, but her mind wakening as she watched Ginny move, standing hip-shot as she rolled pastry, lifting it into a flan dish, bending to place it in the oven, lined with greaseproof paper and beans to bake it flat. Hermione could feel her libido wake as she watched and she stood coming up behind Ginny who flinched slightly as Hermione snaked her arms around her waist, then relaxed, turning and kissing Hermione chastely on the lips, before turning her attention back to the meal.

Hermione, however, had other intentions, tightening her grip. Ginny tipped her head, allowing Hermione to lick and kiss her neck. Her breath was becoming ragged. She reached behind her, running her hands up Hermione’s sides, feeling boning, {You’re, erm, wearing it. The basque?}. She felt the evillest send into her mind, and sank her head back onto Hermione’s shoulder with a moan.

She turned in Hermione’s arms, giggling, Saw the heat in her lover’s eyes. In a single motion, she ran her hands up Hermione’s sides, pushed her arms over her head and removed the t-shirt Hermione was wearing, throwing it across the kitchen. Gasped as she saw exactly what she had imagined, before her, she let her mouth loose on those delicious globes of flesh, rolling the fabric on the cups just a little so she could taste those sweet nipples, hardening between her lips. She dipped her hand into Hermione’s jeans, withdrawing quickly, a look of slight annoyance creasing her brow. Hermione read her in an instant, {I put them on, they match this pretty basque}.

Ginny’s reply was feral. {I said no pants, and I meant it}. She pushed Hermione against the base unit and unsnapped the top button of her jeans, unzipping her, exposing the strings of the thong. She calmly leaned across the kitchen counter, grabbing the scissors, reached in, getting a grip of each string and snipping it neatly. She reached down, grabbing the triangle of fabric covering her lover’s sex, and pulled. The whole thing came away in her hands with no resistance. She handed the mutilated scrap of fabric to her lover who took it as one entranced, then zipped and buttoned her back up. Only then did she dare to look into Hermione’s eyes.

To see undisguised want. Ginny turned stove lights down or off. She was going to really get it now. She shuddered in delight, biting her bottom lip in anticipation as Hermione wrapped her arms around her, steering her away from the cooker and laying her out on her back across the kitchen table, pushing Ginny’s arms up over her head, spreading her legs, unsnapping her jeans, sliding them down to her knees, burying her fingers in waiting wetness as she pushed Ginny’s t-shirt up, tonguing a hard nipple.

They hadn’t heard the front door unlock, but this was the tableau that greeted Rachel as she walked into the kitchen. Stunned, she turned and walked away, pressing a hand into her husband’s chest, forestalling him. Then bodily turning him and steering him in the opposite direction from the kitchen. “What’s the matter, Rachel?, the girls enjoying a wee aperitif before dinner?. Can’t blame ‘em”, he whispered. “Judging from what I just saw”, she murmured, leading them into the lounge, “It would appear that our daughter’s young friend is the aperitif”, she couldn’t help herself, she giggled. “I think dinner may be a little delayed”.

Eventually, dinner was served, an exquisitely cheesy fish pie, topped with creamy mash, stuffed with whole hard boiled eggs, mushrooms and peas, served with lightly steamed broccoli and cauliflower. Ginny blushed prettily as she dished up. Hermione, now decently dressed, had to lower her eyes for fear of reaching towards that flushed face, and kissing her to within an inch of her life. She bit her bottom lip hard and resisted. Instead she turned her attention to the food. Her lover really did do a mean fish pie. Each mouthful was incredible. Not just her own eyes were cast in admiration towards the young cook, oblivious and enjoying her own portion.

For afters, Ginny served a warm apple tart with cream, her pastry lighter than air. Rachel was truly impressed, “I have strived all my life to make pastry this light, how do you do it?”. Ginny smiled, “Pastry needs as little handling as it can get, yes?”. Rachel nodded. “So I mix it with a cold spoon and roll it with a cold pin, then wave a cold wand over it, and voila!, perfect pastry”, she chuckled at Rachel’s amazed expression.

They all sat back, groaning, full to the brim with excellent food. Ginny’s cooking was complimented, many and variously, not least by her beloved, who raked her up and down with her eyes as Ginny cleared the table and began to wash up. {No way, Girlie. If you are the cook in this house, then someone else washes up}. Ginny shook her head vehemently, {If you make a mess then you clear it up, is the motto in my house. Simple as that. You can dry if you like}, Ginny tossed her a tea-towel.

Her parents exited to prepare for their coming trip, pouring the last of the wine, leaving the bottle. Rachel sent a cautious request to her daughter, {Yes, mum}, came the delighted reply, {Daughter, mine, erm, next time you decide to give your lover a tongue-bath on my kitchen table, then please close the door first. It was quite a surprise, shall we say, but your father didn’t see anything. I headed him off at the pass, so to speak}. Hermione doubled over in embarrassment ‘til her mother sent her a {Hush. I don’t want to embarrass Ginny}, she closed the connection.

Ginny, her arms buried deep in suds didn’t notice a thing. Until warm arms wrapped around her, a hot mouth kissed her neck, a mesmerising, {Want you love}, pressed into her mind. She turned into Hermione’s embrace, parted her lips to the kiss, felt the tongue slightly hotter than hers ignite sparks in her mouth, devouring her, hearing little helpless sounds escape, realising it was her making the noise. Felt the surge rise as Hermione pressed ever closer, her leg raised around the back of Hermione’s, pulling them closer still. Hermione, somewhere in the delirium of desire that enveloped them both, managed to send, {C’mon you, bed, now}. Ginny submitted and followed. Allowing herself to be led by the hand, through the house, as various goodnights were called, then tugged into Hermione’s attic, their safe space, stripped unceremoniously, and devoured.

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Let us leave them enjoying each other and return to a room of requirement, a shocked Auror and two confused young wizards.