Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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Harry reeled from Hermione’s send, pure astonishment pouring through his veins. He was lying on the ground, partially propped up by the wall, his eyes flicking back and forth as he processed the information. Vaguely he could feel Draco’s urgent send. {What, Harry, tell me}. Draco sunk into himself as he felt Harry nudge his mind open, then received Hermione’s send. He smiled slightly as it flooded his mind. A blissful smile crossed his face. Harry looked puzzled. {She’s our General, isn’t she?}. He felt Harry smile, {She’s a flippin’ Admiral, our Air Commodore, the friggin’ Field-Marshal all rolled into one. Wandless and wordless, not to mention that she sent to us over hundreds of miles}, Harry gasped in amazement.

Bertha watched all of this, her curiosity mounting. She reached into her bag, drawing forth a short lethal looking blade, “Boys. If I am to progress any further as your Auror, then we will have to...I don’t feel I can carry on as we are at present.. I have a strong feeling that you have just been made privy to new information that is truly earth-shattering, and I confess to some trepidation at continuing without making some sort of oath of allegiance to you. I don’t wish to endanger either myself or you two. I want to make a bloodbond with you both ”. Harry whipped his head around, reading her intention, watched as she dug the sharp blade into her thumb tip. Draco taking a moment longer to catch on, then reaching out, taking the blade, cutting his thumb pad, handing the knife silently to Harry, who followed suit. They smeared their bloodied thumbs together, now Bertha was no threat to them. As their blood mingled with hers, she felt the sheer power, naked and coursing through her veins. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she crumpled to the ground.

{Whoops. We seem to have that affect on people, Lion}. As one, they reached out to her, bringing her round, Harry patting her cheeks until she opened her eyes, “Sorry, chaps, have a reaction to blood, don’t you know?”. They all laughed as Bertha collected herself, rising from the ground. They all stood. Harry said, “Sorry, Bertha, but I think the session’s over for today”. The Auror nodded, still a little dazed, “Yes, boys, I rather think it is”. She staggered out, clearly exhausted.

The boys were quiet during lunch. Dumbledore could tell that something momentous had happened in their lesson, but didn’t ask, letting them drift away into the grounds after they’d eaten. They would tell him soon enough, he was sure.

The day was bright but chilly, so cloaks were the order of the day. They made their way to the far side of the lake, where, unobserved from the castle, they had a little fly. Draco couldn’t do more than a few minutes at a time. He landed adroitly, and sat propped against a tree watching Harry practice. He really was good, performing loops and dives even faster than he did on a broom. In truth he was beginning to find a broom a hindrance to speed and manoeuvrability these days, the purity of unassisted flight sending jolts of power through him, delighting him and making him laugh out loud. Draco heard him and sent a mild envy. Harry sent back, {Never mind, Dragon, you’ll be up here soon enough}, as he came in to land, trying for finesse and falling over his feet.

Draco sniggered, {You need to practice landing, my love, think swan rather than elephant}. Harry stuck his tongue out as he untangled himself from his cloak, and plunked himself down next to Draco. {So. Hermione’s bit of news}. Draco rolled his eyes, {Typical, Ron and Blaise have no idea about their extended powers, but the girls figure it on day one. How does she do it, and what powers has she exactly?}. Harry shrugged, {Dunno, but that sending ability is wicked. I tried to send back to her straight away, there was something I meant to ask, but no chance. I don’t know if it’s because I can’t send over that distance, or she can’t read me or what}. {Sounds like another project for the DA next term. Well, those of us not arse-deep in exams}, they both sighed.

Draco turned onto his back, laying his head in Harry’s lap. Harry idly ran his fingers through his beloved’s hair watching thoughts race behind Draco’s eyes, {Penny for them, Dragon}. Draco chewed his lip, his eyes narrowing, {It’s all about love, isn’t it?. And sex. The sexuality seems to be the driving force behind it all. I think we need to figure out as much as we can about Bond magic too, although I doubt very much that even the Restricted Section has much information. I wonder if old Dumbledore has something. He was bonded wasn’t he?}.

Harry smiled, {It’s as ‘Mione said, we’re flying blind here. One thing, though. If we don’t know sod all about our state, then he won’t either, although I can’t help having a sneaking feeling about Voldemort. He’s been after me for years, Dragon, he’s even used my blood. That’s pretty Mage-like behaviour, if you ask me. What if, all these years, he’s actually been trying to bond with me, not kill me...}, he could feel a faint flame of panic in his belly, felt Draco hush him mentally, a long elegant hand reached up to stroke his cheek, {Come on, Harry, what’s the Golden Rule?}. Harry turned his head kissing Draco’s palm, a small smile played with his mouth, {Quit worrying about what we can do nothing about}. Harry looped an arm under Draco and lifted him. He lowered his head to meet Draco’s lips, and kissed him, feeling Draco’s hand on the back of his neck, tugging them closer.

Draco broke the kiss and lay down again, taking hold of Harry’s hand and kissing his fingers one by one, {Whatever happens, Harry, we’ve had this, us. Your dearest friends are in love, and suddenly we all have powers beyond our wildest dreams. It’s Spring}, he sighed and Harry laughed.

{I never took you for an optimist, Dragon, you were always so cynical}, Harry mused. Draco snorted, {That’s because I spent nearly my entire time here being a sour-faced git, Harry, and after last summer....well}. Memories of the pain he endured washed suddenly over him and he bit his lip, his eyes squeezing shut, he continued, {And then there was you, and I had real friends for the first time in my life. I feel truly loved, Harry, and I just cannot be the person I once was. Oh, and there’s nothing like having a baby inside you for inspiring the odd spot of optimism, not to mention the man of my dreams in my bed every night. Even though I’m scared shitless at times, I can’t help it, love, I’m happy}.

Harry pulled Draco to him again, hugging him to his chest, planting kisses into the blond hair, and rocking him, sending all the love he felt. They lay like that for a long time, until the wind freshening brought them back as Draco shivered slightly, {Come on love, let’s get back. Dinner’s in an hour or so}. They both stood, brushing themselves down. Draco stretched, balling his fists into his lower back then straightening, {She’s getting heavier}. They walked back to the castle, their arms around each other, occasionally kissing.

From a high window, Snape observed them. He witnessed Harry send something to his former protégé, saw Draco tip his head back and forth in a laugh, his face alight, before it sank onto Harry’s shoulder, Harry’s head tipping back in response. He had never seen his star pupil look so joyful. Snape felt a pang that his favourite had moved away from his influence, but as a wry smile quirked one corner of his mouth, he couldn’t help but agree, that Draco’s current situation was doing the boy a power of good, even if it involved the loathsome bloody Harry Potter.

The boys dined in the Hall that night, with the selection of pupils and staff who remained over the holidays, with the exception of two. Pansy and Neville were not in the Hall that evening. Ron had slipped his friend the box-room key before he left. At that moment, they were getting to know each other very well.

As the boys wandered to their flat after dinner, Harry opened his channel to Neville a moment, sent, {I hope you’re doing what I think you’re doing}, and closed it again with a laugh. Draco nudged him, {What was all that about?}. {Neville and Pansy were missing from dinner tonight}, he winked lasciviously at his lover. Draco grinned, and sent an equally brief message to his new friend.

In a grubby box room, two bodies lay tangled together in a drowse. Neville’s arms were wrapped around his, now, lover, who dozed on his shoulder. He felt the sends, and smiled, but was too exhausted to reply.

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The holiday passed all too quickly. The boys had done quite a bit of catching up, though Draco tired easily. They fell into an easy pattern of food, love and work. A couple of hours a day spent with Bertha practicing and perfecting wandless Shielding Spells that meant they could snap a layer of protection around themselves in an instant. Draco had a problem with ‘instant’ that Harry didn’t. He simply focussed on the idea of a light-switch and could snap in and out. He thought hard. Draco had gas light at the Manor, and the lighting here was wall sconces or candles.

They detoured to an empty Gryffindor dormitory on their way back to their apartment, and Harry borrowed Seamus’ torch to demonstrate with. After that, Draco ‘got it’, and their lessons progressed apace. As a piece of equipment, Draco was fascinated, shining the beam all over, amazed at the distance the light shone. Harry sighed, he’d have to buy Seamus a fresh set of batteries, {Better than lanterns and the wind doesn’t blow the light out}. He smiled recalling his conversation with Hermione about teaching their pureblood lovers a thing or two and let Draco play with it and take it apart.

To be honest, they didn’t like the Shielding Spells because it blocked their sends and skin sensitivity was reduced vastly, but they had no doubt that these skills were useful to have.

In a little corner of England, two other boys were practicing their wandless abilities, working their way through spells and charms. Homework had never been such fun before.

In another, two girls, with a house to themselves, were playing with a plethora of new toys, in virtually every room in the house, the kitchen table scene being replayed at least three times!!

xxxxxxx

Hermione and Ginny left the house for an early morning train, and were soon speeding to London, their large trunks hogging the luggage space, causing a little commuter angst. Hermione had warned Ron they were on their way. The boys apparated into Diagon Alley, and greeted the girls with big hugs as they arrived. Hermione and Ginny had taken a room at the ‘Cauldron, figuring that George and Fred’s sofa might do for one night, but not three, and a big double bed seemed far more appealing, especially the four –poster in their room.

They all convened in Fred and George’s flat above the shop, sharing butterbeers, then the firewhisky emerged, and they all got convivially pissed together. The tales started, then demonstrations of the new abilities. The twins were stunned. Even Hermione was impressed at the way Blaise and Ron had come along. They could do joined spells. Both of their magics joining to execute single spells. {Nice one, boys}, she sent. Ron flicked a glance at the ceiling and back, {You mean you haven’t actually worked this out first ‘Mione?}. She smirked sweetly at him, and sent an image of exactly how she and his sister had been spending their holiday. Ron coughed, reddening.

To move the evening along, one of the twins produced a small brown paper bag containing a strong smelling herb, that they rolled into Muggle cigarette papers, lighting the tip, taking a drag and passing it around. Everyone coughed except Hermione, who pulled deep and held the smoke in her lungs, before gently exhaling. “Nice draw, chaps, where did you get it?. And could I buy a bit, if you have any spare?”.

All eyes were upon her, the twins giggled, Fred reached into the bag, pulling out a fat bud, reeling off a small pile of papers, he handed the whole shebang to her, “With our compliments, to someone who obviously appreciates the finer things in life. Muggle stuff isn’t so bad is it?”. Ginny giggled as the smoke hit her, “Muggle stuff is wonderful. Did you know you could go shopping on a computer?. Cook food in a weird cupboard with a window in a fraction of the time that it would take in a real oven, and don’t get me started on light-switches”.

Hermione opened her channel to the twins, “Send me something”, she felt Ron’s send, {I’ve been trying to reach them all evening}. She smiled, a little lop-sidedly, {Watch this}. She tuned up and down, her eyes closed, she felt the twins’ breathless anticipation, she giggled, {Gotcha}, of course their frequency was the same. They reeled back as one. Their brother and sister giggled. Hermione sent the frequency, they all tuned, and the Weasley twins were talking in a way they’d never envisaged. Hermione sent, {I even managed to talk to my mum like this, and she is a Muggle. Unfortunately, I couldn’t reach my dad. Shame really}. Ron sent, {She reached us over hundreds of miles. What did Harry say, ‘Mione?, did you contact him?}. She nodded, and told them everything she’d figured out.

They were all stunned, but no-one could fault her reasoning, {So, hang on, we’re supposed to be their shield?}, Blaise. {Well, I rather think it may be more than that}, Hermione’s tone was deadly serious. They all leaned in towards her, as if she was speaking aloud, {If he attacks while Draco and Harry are at their most vulnerable...., then we might have to....erm, fight him. Defend them. Possibly kill him, despite what the prophecy said. Things are different now. No-one foresaw this}.

The mood in the room was sombre. The bottle went around soundlessly, everyone taking a generous hit, then Fred rolled another joint, lighting it and handing it straight to Hermione, he figured she needed it. She accepted with a smile, taking a deep drag, holding the smoke, then leaning forward and breathing into Ginny’s mouth, {Hold it, Girlie, now let it out}. Ginny breathed out, {Wow, that doesn’t hurt}. Hermione took another couple of deep tokes, passing them to her lover somewhat diluted, but enough. She held the spliff into the middle of the room, Ron took it.

Ginny felt the wave crash over her, gave herself up to it, as Hermione gathered her up, pressing their foreheads together, feeling the sheen of sweat on Ginny’s brow, the dip in blood sugar. Held her close until she warmed up again. Ginny looked up then, encircled in warm arms, red-eyed and started giggling. Hermione kissed her into breathless silence, restraining the urge to touch too much. {Can you move?. Let’s get back. I don’t want to give a floorshow here}. The girls rose, staggering slightly, Ginny pressed to Hermione’s side, and they left.

Ron and Blaise swayed off to the second bedroom, leaving the twins alone. They landed on the recently vacated couch as one. They grinned at each other. Then a look. Then pulling towards each other, they kissed, tentative little kisses, then shy tongues, then devouring one another’s mouths, {We don’t need anyone else, do we, love?}. Wide open mouths, tongues joining, hands tearing at each other’s clothes, {Nope. C’m ‘ere}.

The two girls made it to their room without embarrassing themselves, just. They laid silencing charms. Then each other, far into the night. Slowly, with want and abandon. Most of the night had gone before Hermione brought her lover spectacularly over the edge, joining her in a welter of passion, that made them both pass out. A final random thought, {This keeps on getting better, doesn’t it babe?}. A nod against Hermione’s chest as they both slept the sleep of the dead.

The four gathered in the Leaky Cauldron the following lunchtime, and made plans to have a night out that evening. They had no idea as to clubs, but in true Hermione style, while they were shopping that afternoon, they wandered in to a Muggle bookshop, found a gay guide to London, and Hermione made a few mental notes. Ginny’s cash was nearly gone, and she secretly worried about depending on her lover for money. As Hermione spent, Ginny looked more and more morose. Her lover noticed, and took her into a locked shop doorway and out of the crowds.

{What’s wrong, Girlie?}. Ginny sighed, looking down, {I’m nearly out of money, and I’ve got sod all to wear that’s fit for going out in. It was good of you to lend me that dress for the night out with your folks, but all my stuff is so damn scruffy, and I’m a bit fed up about it, to be honest}, she slumped against the wall.

{C’mon, baby, let me buy you something. You bought me that gorgeous lingerie, please}. Ginny peered up at Hermione through a curtain of hair, {And you look wicked in it, I don’t regret that purchase for one second}, she smiled and shivered slightly at the memories that were evoked.

Hermione sent just exactly what she wanted to do to her lover right now, and Ginny giggled. She pushed away from the wall, sneaking Hermione a quick kiss, {Okay then, lover, but don’t go mad. I’m not worth it}. Hermione spun round, catching Ginny by the shoulders, {Don’t ever dare say that again. You are so worth it, love, and I love you beyond reason, you know that}, she was quite fierce in her send. Ginny hung her head, {Sorry, Missy, but sometimes being skint really pisses me off. I know it shouldn’t, but I know it pisses Ron off as well}.

They set off again, Ginny’s shoulders were hunched, her hands dug into her coat pockets, {I feel mean for saying that, Mum and Dad do everything they can, bless them, and I love them to bits, and since Percy, Fred and George contribute now, things have become easier, it’s just that sometimes....}, her send was wistful. Hermione didn’t know what to say, so, never mind that they were in the middle of a busy London street, she pulled Ginny to her, threw her arms around her and kissed her hard. The people flowing around the little island of two batted nary an eyelid. {You’re bonded to me now Girlie, and nothing can change that. Let me look after you a bit, take care of you. I want to, I really do. Please, babe}. Ginny drew just far enough away to look into her lover’s eyes, full of nothing but love for her, and she smiled, relaxing.

Hermione threaded an arm through Ginny’s and they set off, {Come on, Girlie, let’s shop. I’ve never had anyone to go shopping with before. All of this amazing city lies at our feet}. Soon the windows were catching their eyes and they were suddenly just two normal teenage girls in search of that outfit for a night out. In and out of stores they went, accumulating bags as they went, giggling madly. They passed a small boutique and Hermione stopped dead, her eyes widening. There was only one mannequin in the window, dressed in a deep violet clingy sleeveless minidress, accented in sequins and embroidery, with an off the shoulder neckline. {I want to see you in that Girlie}, her send was breathy as she steered Ginny into the shop.

The assistant followed Ginny into the spacious fitting room, zipping her into the dress. Ginny gasped when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. This dress hadn’t been made, it was constructed. Subtle panels within it made more of her boobs, fitting around her backside, giving her curves. She loved it, but rather worryingly had seen no price tag. {Let me see then, Girlie, come and model it for me}. The assistant held the door of the changing room open. Ginny swept her hair back over her shoulders and strutted onto the shop floor, parading back and forth in front of her lover, striking poses.

Hermione found it hard to hold on to her composure, her breath caught in her throat, she nodded slightly, {That is yours, love, go take it off and I’ll sort this bit out}. {But, Missy, there’s no price tag}. Hermione held a finger to her lips and Ginny realised she was in one of those shops. If you had to ask the price, you couldn’t afford it. She started to send a {No}, when Hermione looked at her sternly, her eyes narrowing, {You do as you’re told, young lady, no ifs or buts}. Ginny giggled, {Yes, Mistress}, and was led away again. Hermione dug into her bag for her wallet, “We’ll take it”, as she handed her card over. Even she blanched a little at the price, but sighed and tapped her numbers into the little machine. The dress was wrapped and they were on their way again.

They stopped at another chic boutique as Ginny gasped at the little dress in the window, low cut in front, halternecked and backless with fronds of chiffon trailing from it in a haze of subtle colours. Hermione smiled, {I don’t think halternecks are quite you, sweetheart}. Ginny grinned, {But they’d suit you, babe, with those amazing boobs. Please, at least let me see what you look like in it}. Hermione looked slightly shocked, {I’ve never worn a skirt that short}. Ginny blushed, {Go on, just for me}, her send purred.

Moments later, they were in the shop, and Hermione was led to the fitting room, {I’m going to get you for this, my Girlie}. Ginny chuckled, {Promises, promises}. A few minutes later and Hermione stepped out of the changing room, and Ginny squeaked, her knuckle pressed into her mouth, {Gods, that’s gorgeous, love, and you should wear short skirts, too. Thank you for letting me see you in that dress, you are so beautiful} her send sighed, {I wish I could buy it for you}. Hermione went and changed again, a glint in her eyes, she walked to the counter, and dropped serious plastic. {You bought it?}. {With a reaction like that, how could I not?}. They both laughed as they exited, leaving two slightly stunned assistants. “Did you hear them say anything, Julie?”, her companion shook her head, “Not a word, it was like they were telepathic or something”. Well, it was strange that the customer had just spent over eight hundred pounds without a single word being uttered, except, “Thank you”.

Hermione trekked them into a shoe shop, and they set about choosing footwear to compliment their new clothes. Hermione ending up with sparkly sandals, and Ginny with elegant black lace-effect court shoes. They tumbled into a posh little cafe and tucked into an early evening meal, their eyes sparkling, chatting about clothes. Ginny had to admit, she had enjoyed the afternoon, after she’d chilled a bit on the money issue. She snaked a hand across the table, squeezed Hermione’s gently then let go, {Thanks, Missy. Shopping’s fun, isn’t it?. And I’m sorry for being a prat earlier}. Hermione shook her head, {You weren’t a prat, babe, I would probably have balked too. We all have our pride, love. I only wanted to treat you, that’s all}.

They dipped into a large chemists, Hermione picking amongst the make-up ranges. Her make up suited her, but her Girlie had such different colouring, that they had to begin from the ground up. This was totally new to Ginny and she trusted to her lover’s colour sense, she’d been right so far. Hermione picked out a variety of things, paid and they left. Within moments, Hermione hailed a black cab and they were on their way back to the Leaky Cauldron, the cabbie keeping them amused throughout their journey with his anecdotes of famous people he had driven. Hermione paid him, tipping generously, and they staggered into the Inn.

Once in their room, they tried everything on again, jeans, tops, new undies, shoes, then those dresses, and stood side by side in front of the mirror, “I say”, it said, and went silent. Looking at their reflections, Ginny guided a hand to the bare skin showing through the missing side panels of Hermione’s dress and stroked her. Hermione dipped her head, licking Ginny’s exposed shoulder. With an eye still on the glass, Ginny ran a lazy finger down Hermione’s neck, her chest, and between her breasts, ample cleavage on show, then followed the finger with her tongue. Hermione tipped her head back, her eyes closing, a moan escaping, as Ginny’s skilful hands removed the dress, then, kneeling, she removed Hermione’s panties and slid her tongue into her lover’s pulsing heat. Hermione grabbed a bedpost in one hand, the other twining in Ginny’s hair, as she shouted her joy, and came hard into Ginny’s mouth, {Thank you, my Mistress}, she purred.

Ginny stood, holding her spent lover as she gathered her scattered wits, kissing her to within an inch. Hermione turned Ginny round, unzipping her in front of the mirror, looking into Ginny’s eyes via the glass, slipping the dress down over her breasts, her arms, until it pooled at her feet, her pants following, until Ginny stood naked before the mirror, Hermione still behind her. As she felt her Missy’s hands all over her, she sank her head back against Hermione’s shoulder, {Oh, no, you don’t, keep your eyes on the mirror. Watch me}. She raised her head again. Hermione was gently biting her shoulder and their eyes met in the glass. Hermione’s arms snaked around her, one pinching a nipple, then rolling it gently, the other sliding over her flat belly, her hips, then a finger slipping into waiting heat, feeling her lover’s hardness, spreading wetness over that stiff bud, a gentle finger stroking up and down that lush wetness, then entering. Ginny writhed on that hand, driving her wild. Then three fingers were sunk deep into her opening her wide, a tricksy thumb nudging her clitoris with every thrust of that talented hand, and Ginny screamed as she came, sagging over Hermione’s arm. Hermione planted small kisses over Ginny’s neck and back as she returned to her, taking deep breaths.

When they could move, Hermione led her lover to bed and they curled around each other and slept, many hundreds of pounds of clothing strewn hither and yon.