Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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A somewhat dishevelled Harry made his way to his dorm and collapsed fully clothed on his bed around half an hour later. He grinned up into the canopy over his bed. He slowly undressed, remembering Draco’s hands on him, his mouth on him, and stifled a moan as he climbed into bed, laying a silencing charm around the inside of his bed curtains, closing his eyes, his mind full of last night. His psyche set to ‘memory’, his fingers set to ‘stun’, he brought himself off, imagining Draco’s cock in his mouth, exploding.

Ron looked down on Harry asleep a while later. Saw flushed cheeks, a slight smile, a bite mark on his neck, partly hidden by his hair, grinned, ‘Flippin’ heck, she’s gotta be good’, he thought, as he pulled Harry’s blanket up, and left him sleeping for extra Quidditch practice with the beaters.

Ron knew, by a subtle time charm he had placed, what time Harry had returned. He fought off a pang of jealousy.

As Harry woke, he knew instantly what he missed. His arms flailed emptily. Draco wasn’t in them. He sunk his head in his hands, the sweet pain of memory assailing him, until he remembered. Tomorrow, after dinner, He took a deep breath. Could he last. Gathering his sheets and blankets into a vaguely human shape, hugging them hard, he murmured, “Oh, Dragon”.

He emerged somewhere around lunchtime. Showered and dressed, appearing at lunch as if he had had no more than a vicious Potions essay to finish from the night before. Ron had already told Hermione of the time of Harry’s reappearance in their dorm. They raised their eyebrows at his general appearance, clean, grinning and totally knackered. They homed in, “So who is she?” Harry tried to hold them off. He just wanted his lunch. He needed calories. He needed fuel.

He headed his friends’ questions off with a certain amount of alacrity. It was fairly obvious he was sleeping with someone. That glow spoke volumes. He tucked his head down, and ate for two. Hermione and Ron grinned at each other, then, as one, stared at Harry as he raised his snout from the trough. “So?”, they asked in unison. Harry shook his head. “I can’t. I promised, for now. Please, believe me. It’s ...erm... wonderful.... so far”, Harry’s smile widened. “As soon as I’m able to tell, I will, trust me, I’m bursting, but you’re both gonna kill me anyway”, he finished lamely.

Ron shrugged and turned his attention back to food. Let Harry keep his little secrets, he only hoped she was worthy of his Harry. He caught himself. His Harry. Now where did that come from? Ron chanced a glance up at his best friend, before once more lowering his eyes to his plate.

Hermione, however, regarded her friend with a searching look. He hadn’t used a gender specific term, so the lover in question was quite possibly male. Also, the bit about them both wanting to kill him. Probably meant someone from another house then, someone of whom they all disapproved. She broke her gaze and looked around her, particularly at the Slytherin table, as they all hated the Slytherins most of all. She saw Draco rub his tired eyes with the heels of his hands, yawning, and knew. Her hand flew to her mouth as she emitted a small scream, “Ohmygod”. Harry’s eyes jerked upward at the sound, to find Hermione staring at him, her eyes like saucers, her knuckles blocking speech. Harry sunk his head in his two hands with a groan. Oh fuck, why did he have to have such a smart friend.

Ron glared from Harry to Hermione. Harry cast Hermione an imploring look. She sighed and lowered her eyes, thinking. Eventually, she raised her head, glanced at Ron, and glared at Harry. “Okay, Harry, I know who it is, and why you want to keep it secret. I don’t approve, if you must know, but I won’t betray you, not even to Ron, but I’m not keen on keeping secrets, Harry, and if it’s of any importance to you, I think you’re completely barking mad”.

Harry glared in his turn, “Actually, ‘Mione, I don’t give a stuff whether you approve or not. My life is not there for you to approve, one way or the other. I might seem mad to you, but, believe me, this feels like the sanest thing that’s ever happened to me. Nonetheless, I thank you for your loyalty and discretion. Now, if you’ll excuse me...”, he rose and left the hall without a backward glance.

xxxxxxx

He didn’t want to be found, so he kept moving along the corridors with his head down, his stride purposeful. He didn’t want to be stopped or questioned by anybody. Eventually he found himself back in the empty classroom, feeling thoroughly miserable. He lit a small fire with his wand, and sat cross-legged in front of it to brood.

The first tap he missed, miles away. The second was stronger, broke his reverie. “Yes?”. The door opened just enough to admit Draco, who slipped in shutting it behind him. “I saw you leave the Hall. I followed as soon as I dared. Has something happened, Harry?”. Harry stared back into the flames, “You could say that”, he snapped. He glanced back to Draco, his eyes contrite, his voice softening, he patted the floor beside him, “Sorry, Draco, I didn’t mean to be rude. Thanks for coming”. Draco sat, “So, what is it Harry?, what’s up?”. Harry shot him a level stare, “Hermione knows”. Draco backed away slightly in alarm, “You told her?” Harry rolled his eyes and sighed, “You know, Draco, there is a reason that you and Hermione are always vying for the Student of the Year Award. She’s brainy, Draco, she sussed us out. Dunno how, but she’s not very happy about it”. Harry’s shoulders slumped.

Draco scooted closer snaking an arm around Harry’s shoulders, Gently gathering his head to him laying it on his shoulder, stroking his hair, his face, feeling the juddering in Harry’s body, realised he was crying, held him tighter and rocked him gently. Harry felt the movement, felt calmed by it, smiled through his sniffles, and knew then, that Draco and himself were no casual fling.

Harry looked up into Draco’s face as his snuffles quieted and managed a wan smile. “Thanks for that”, and tried to pull away, but Draco resisted, looking down, slowly shaking his head, “Harry, can you conjure that bedding you did for us last night?”. Harry looked quizzical, pointed his wand into the middle of the room and murmured “Lectum brevis sternere”, before the blankets and pillows appeared. Draco led Harry to them, dropping beside him after toeing his shoes off, taking him in his arms, and just holding him.

The simple act of lying there and comforting Harry Potter had never felt more right. Draco knew he should feel worried about this, he’d never been affectionate with anyone before, but holding Harry like this made his heart lurch with all manner of unaccustomed sensations. He rose slightly, undid the cuff on his shirt and gently wiped Harry’s face. Harry looked into his eyes and smiled, catching Draco’s wrist and kissing his hand, “Where did this Draco come from, Dragon? The day before yesterday, we’re trying to kill each other, now you’re wiping away my tears”, his voice dropped to a whisper, “Why haven’t I been able to think of anything but you, from the moment I left you this morning, to when you re-appeared through that door?”.

Draco bit his lip as he looked into Harry’s eyes, “This Draco is the real one, Harry. The one no-one in this School has seen before. As for trying to kill each other, now all I want to do is kiss your tears away, and as for not thinking of anything else but you, guilty as charged, m’Lud”. Harry laughed, running a hand through Draco’s hair. “What’s happening to us Dragon? Only I feel like I just jumped out of a plane with no parachute”.

Draco only had a vague idea of what Harry was talking about, but guessed at the feeling, “I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and this was all just an incredible dream. Like I’m caught fast in some of the most amazing Magic, then it’s going to go ‘pop’ and all disappear. We’ll meet out on the steps or wherever and we glower at each other, fight, go our separate ways, and I watch you go, yearning for what might have been”.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut against a fresh onslaught of tears. Draco leaned down kissing him, “No, Harry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Ssshh, please”. Harry opened his eyes, pulling Draco down to him touching their foreheads together, “No, Dragon, you don’t understand. That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me”, he sniffed as Draco wrapped him tight in his arms, another bit of his heart crumbling. They held each other, lying together in the peace of the afternoon, Draco drifting off, placing gentle kisses in Harry’s hair.

Until he felt hot damp lips on his throat, a searching, tentative tongue over his Adam’s apple, his shirt collar tugged gently aside, hot breath on his collarbone, a hand slowly finding it’s way over his shirt front, plucking at the hem, shy fingers skating underneath the cloth, searching out warm skin, dipping into his navel. Draco could take no more teasing, lifting Harry’s face to his with a finger beneath his chin, claiming that trembling sexy mouth with his own, feeling Harry’s open above him, his tongue finding Harry’s, dissolving together as they kissed.

They fell into, onto each other, rolling around, tearing each other’s clothes off, laughing, giggling insanely, until their breath was halted by kisses. Harry moaned as Draco licked a heated path along his chest, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Harry threw his head back, completely trusting, flexing into Draco’s touch, his kisses. Then Harry touched him, hard and ready. Draco moaned, and succumbed. To Harry and those maddeningly slow touches, kisses that lasted forever, arousing Draco in ways he never been aroused before. Long and slow. Draco let Harry dictate the pace. This was so new to him. He was used to sexual encounters with both girls and boys, being a quick, up-against-the-wall sort of thing. Not protracted. Not so much trust. Not so much, dare he think it, love.

Harry twisted them round, until Draco was on top. Harry tipped his head back, his eyelids lowering seductively, slowly opening again. “Make love to me, Dragon. Please”. He reached up, pulling Draco towards him, and whispering in the proffered ear, “Want you, Dragon. I want you so much.”.

Draco tried to hang on to a shred of composure, as he prepared his lover, writhing beneath him. As he entered Harry for the first time, there was some initial pain, then Harry relaxed, loving the sensation of being filled up, especially when Draco hit that spot, burying himself balls-deep, feeling Harry moan from the centre of his being, holding on, loving him. Gently thrusting, nudging Harry’s sweet spot over and over, he leaned down on his elbows, running his hands under Harry’s shoulders and holding him tight, then increased the length of his thrusts watching Harry unravel.

He kissed Harry’s collarbone, licking along his neck, finding his lush mouth, his frantic tongue, the passion rolling off Harry in waves. As their tongues touched, Harry whimpered, throwing his arms and a leg around his Dragon, pulling him closer, pressing them together. Draco could feel Harry’s weeping cock against his belly, all of his control slipping away from him as he hardened the strokes. Harry drew away far enough to whisper, “More, harder, please lover”. Draco shifted up on to his elbows. Harry gripped the blankets beneath him, knuckles whitening.

Draco looked down at the undone face of his lover, and complied, his thrusts building in intensity, as Harry’s loud cries quieted to urgent gasps. He felt Harry’s heat tighten around him, he felt his own balls contract. Draco was becoming unhinged, as Harry thrust really hard upwards, and came all over his stomach. In a matter of seconds, Draco emptied himself deep into Harry, laughing as he fell against him.

They held each other tight, in the aftermath of release. Both of them chuckling softly. Harry saw this new side of Draco, and fell, saw Draco’s smile, wide and genuine, watching a dimple appear, the light in his eyes.

Harry winced a little as Draco withdrew. “Oh, shit, I’ve hurt you, Harry”, his face a picture of concern in an instant. Harry hushed him, “Sshh, you just deflowered me spectacularly, I expected some pain, and it was utterly amazing. Whatever happens to us, I’ll remember this for the rest of my life”, he pulled Draco up alongside him and kissed him senseless. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, made to press them together but Harry giggled and resisted, “No, I’m a sticky mess”, Draco shot him an evil grin and dipped his head down, cleaning Harry with his tongue, before crawling back up the bed, then pressing them together from nose to toes, “There. Better?”

They held each other, rubbing noses and kissing as they recovered. Harry took Draco’s face in his hands, “You are wonderful, Dragon. You really are”. Draco returned Harry’s smile, his heart feeling like it could burst, “Harry, don’t be annoyed, but I’m becoming seriously addicted to you”.

Harry weighed this statement a moment, then kissed Draco, “Me too, lover, me too”, he whispered, gazing into Draco’s eyes, stroking his cheek. “Let’s stay here all day, just me and you, like this, we have a bed and a fire, though a bathroom would be useful. I can summon Dobby if we need anything else”, they kissed again. Draco intimated that there was a janitor’s closet down the corridor, a large sink, cold running water and an ancient bottle of bleach. “That’ll do me”, he shrugged his jeans on, perched his glasses on his nose and blew Draco a kiss, “Don’t go anywhere”, and left.

Draco lay back, a hand behind his head, trying to order his scattered thoughts. Then gave up, thinking of Harry instead. What was this?. Was it possible to fall in love with someone in less than 24 hours?. Was this love, or just acute lust? Surely not. He’d known lust, never wanted to stick around after the urge was satisfied. This was so different. Holding and being held. Gentle kisses and wiping tears away and Harry unravelling beneath him, so sensuous, so giving. Draco felt his eyes squeeze shut, the memories so exquisite as to be almost painful.

The same confusion took Harry. He did what he had to, sluicing the sink clean, then leant against the door, his head tipping back, letting out a long breath and closing his eyes. What the hell was going on?. His mind was a mess. He gave up trying to think and just felt instead. Draco’s hands on him, his mouth. Harry was intoxicated, somewhat overwhelmed. Imagining warm arms around him, that shirtsleeve wiping his face, the tenderness, the cuddles, and knew this was the real Draco Malfoy. In that moment, he decided. To let this go wherever it would and sod the consequences. He grinned and left the room.

The fire was stoked up on his return. Draco had climbed beneath the blankets. As Harry entered he held them to one side and patted the spot beside him. Harry took off his jeans and hopped back in beside his lover, who wrapped Harry in long arms and held him close. “You’re freezing, love”. Harry gave a delicious shiver feeling the warmth around him and snuggling against Draco, although it was the ‘love’ that made him shiver the most as he ran a hand into silver platinum hair, pulling Draco over him and kissing him to oblivion. They settled to sleep awhile, Harry openly yawning and apologising. Draco gently biffed him and told him not to be so silly. Neither of them had had much sleep the night before. Harry held his Dragon tight and felt his eyelids close. Draco sighed against him. They slept until the day started to wane

They kissed and talked quietly into the early dusk. Harry decided he just couldn’t face Ron and Hermione that night, so they covered themselves up a bit in blankets and Harry summoned Dobby, who answered immediately, then quailed as he saw his old master again. Harry took care to reassure the trembling House-Elf that no harm would befall him from Draco, and that they merely wished for some food to be brought, and for Dobby’s discretion in the matter. Dobby grinned and nodded, disappearing with a ‘pop’.

He reappeared moments later, groaning under loaded trays, and laid them down. Harry thanked him. Before the Elf disappeared again, he coughed politely. “What is it, Dobby?, Harry queried. “Oh, Mr Harry, sir, you should know that Miss ‘Mione has been very upset all afternoon. One of the female elves had been cleaning the girl’s dorms, and had seen her on her bed, crying”.

Harry thanked Dobby for the information, sighing as the House-Elf vanished. “I’ll have to tell them. Well, ‘Mione already knows, but Ron’s going to go ballistic”. Harry sunk his head on his arms. Draco cocked his head on one side and said tentatively, “Harry, we could always, erm, stop. Especially if it’s going to seriously mess up your life. I mean, Weasley and Granger have been your best friends since first year, and although I’m not keen on them, I don’t want to see you lot split up. I couldn’t stand that, Harry”.

Harry looked up instantly, horror in his eyes, “No, Dragon, please don’t say that, I really don’t want us to stop”, he cried. He looked down, crestfallen. His voice dropped, he murmured, “What exactly are we, Dragon?. Lovers, boyfriends, what?. Only if I’m going to take risks with my friends, not to mention alienating our collective Houses, I need to know here”, he covered his confusion by filling a plate full of chicken and gravy. Draco gently removed the plate, setting it down carefully. He took Harry into his arms, and kissed him on the mouth, drawing away just far enough to look deeply into Harry’s eyes. “I want this, Harry. I want you. You cannot believe how much”.

Harry gazed into those beautiful silver-grey eyes, and knew every word was heartfelt and true. “Oh gods, lover, me too”. Just then, his gut growled. They both laughed, and Draco handed Harry his plate and a fork. They ate in silence for awhile, sitting before the fire, then fed each other pistachio ice cream. Harry flicked a bit off his spoon, it landed on Draco’s nipple. Harry dived forward and licked it off. Draco twisted Harry onto his back, depositing a small dollop into his navel and lapped, like a cat lapping cream. Harry grabbed Draco’s hand, dragging it through the bowl, collecting ice cream as he went, then proceeded to lick it all from Draco’s fingers. Draco was just planning where to consume the next bit from the next part of Harry, when a disembodied cough brought them both round

“I needs to take the trays, Mr Harry sir, the other elves wants to get to bed”. Harry smiled and covered them both, to a reasonable level of decency. “Thanks, Dobby. You can come in now”. Dobby appeared and swiftly removed the trays, Harry grinned, “Oh, Dobby, leave the ice cream, please”. Dobby nodded and vanished.

Stripping the blanket from his lover, Harry gazed at Draco’s alabaster perfection, he pushed Draco onto his back, grabbed a spoonful of ice cream, and laid a trail along that smooth white body. Then set about licking up every last drop. Draco arched and groaned. Harry wasn’t done with his exquisite torture just yet. He scooped another spoonful, this time into his mouth, then descended onto Draco’s cock, wrapping his lover in extreme heat and icy cold. Draco bucked into the air, shouting. “Gods, Harry...yes....more...don’t stop”, this last on a breathy moan, within a few seconds, Harry could taste his lover’s salt-sweetness mingling with the liquid nutty creaminess as he swallowed every bit and felt Draco relax, sated under him.

He was just thinking of taking care of himself, his hand reaching down, when he felt it batted gently away. Draco threaded one arm around Harry’s shoulders pulling him in for a deep kiss, the other setting a fire along Harry’s body, finding his swollen cock and stroking, pulling, playing. Harry pushed into the touch, so aroused. Draco whispered, “I’m going to take you in my mouth, babe, and suck you dry”. Harry moaned as Draco did just that, rolling his tongue around the tip, then taking him all the way in. Harry tangled a hand in Draco’s hair as the blond pumped his lover with his mouth until Harry came crying Draco’s name and Draco swallowed every drop.

They drifted towards sleep. Harry wearing Draco like a cloak. Pale arms wrapped around him. Harry held one of Draco’s hands tight over his heart, as he fell towards blissful oblivion. At the edge of the warm abyss, he felt Draco’s lips in his hair, murmurings he could barely hear, “I love you, Harry, I love you”, as his world turned to a soft black.