Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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Ginny was clinging to Hermione like a limpet. The older girl unwound her lover from her and got up. She rummaged around in her trunk looking for something else, when she found the letter that was waiting for her on her return to Hogwarts after the Easter break. She’d paid it no mind as term had got off to such an intense start. A letter from Madam Pince inviting her for a chat sometime this term, and early in the morning was a good time as she rose with the sun. Hermione pondered on this a moment, then dressed quickly, leaving a note for her beloved and slipping away.

She entered a silent library. She loved it at this time of day. She made her way to the back wall, tapping lightly on the Librarian’s door, wondering at the nature of the informal summons. Madam Pince’s voice was bright and breezy as she invited the girl in, fluttering about making tea as she invited Hermione to sit.

She came straight to the point, “Hermione, do you have a position to go to after school, dear?”. Hermione ruefully shook her head as she sipped her drink. Gods!. Wizardkind made lousy tea! “No, Madam. Nothing”. The librarian stood and beckoned Hermione to her. The girl carefully put down the fine bone china and rose, following Madam Pince as she went into the library, collecting a large bunch of keys off the dresser as she passed. Mystified, Hermione let herself be led to a door that she had often wondered about set into the wall. She felt a prickle of excitement as it was unlocked.

Beyond lay a long twisting corridor, several closed doors on either side. Madam Pince lit a torch and bade Hermione enter. The girl’s eyes were wide. She was being led into another private sanctum she’d never been in before, and she would lay a galleon to a knut, that no-one else but Madam Pince had been in here for many years. The Librarian pushed open one door after another, to tall rooms, the windows shuttered piled high with cardboard boxes and sealed wooden tea-chests.

“In these rooms are the bequests of many Muggle parents whose children have been educated here over the years, but unfortunately I was only trained in the handling of Magical texts, so all of these books are going to waste. I haven’t the first idea how to classify and sort them, and I’d like you to help, if you are willing. There’s about a years worth of work here, you’ll be paid of course”. Hermione turned huge eyes to her, “You mean, erm, you’re offering me a job?”. “It is only a temporary position, Hermione, but I cannot think of anyone more suited to it. You have a bond-mate in the year below you, do you not?”. Hermione nodded, her mouth agape. Madam Pince progressed to the room at the far end of the corridor, flinging open the door, a large light room full of early morning sunlight, “Then this would be fitting quarters for you both, I think”.

Hermione gazed about her at the empty room, overjoyed, then ran to the crusty librarian who was grinning like a schoolgirl, and flung her arms about her, “Oh, Madam Pince”. She disengaged herself from the exuberant girl, “If we are going to work together, then it’s Irma”. Hermione was speechless, {Wait ‘til I tell my Girlie}. Madam Pince leapt away from her, “I heard that”. Hermione grinned at her, {I know, I found your channel. Now try sending back to me. Go on. Professors McGonagall and Snape and Madam Pomfrey can all do it. It seems that anyone we come into close contact with can do this. Give it a try. Send me something in your head}. Irma cast about for a minute, thinking, then sent, {I think you and I will make quite a team}. Hermione grinned then, {We sure will. I want to get back, but before I do, can I take a quick peek into some of those boxes?}, her eyes were alight.

Irma handed her the taper and she cautiously lifted the lids from various boxes stacked near the door of the first room they’d entered. Such riches. First editions of Literature, History, Mythology. She was agog. From ancient leather-bound texts to bright shiny paperbacks. She flitted around the room undoing boxes, letting the books see the light, passing her hands lightly over the spines, lifting random things out for closer inspection, completely enthralled. {If you’ll have me, I’d love the job. Ohmygod, this is going to be such fun. Thank you, thank you, thank you}.

The librarian watched the excitement on her young assistant’s face and knew she’d made the right choice, not to mention encouraged by a gentle prodding from Albus, that these books really ought to be made available to the School population.

Hermione left the library walking on air, punching the air before her. Ginny sleepily felt her elation. {Sorry, my love, but the most amazing thing just happened, wait until I get back. I’ve got a job}.

Ginny looked anxious as Hermione burst into their room, her cheeks pink and her eyes alight. She saw her Girlie’s anxiety and frowned, {What is it lover?}. Ginny’s send was tremulous, tears threatening, {In...in the Ministry?}. Hermione’s puzzled expression deepened and she shook her head, gathering her Girlie in her arms, {What is it, baby, tell me. I can tell you’re upset about something}. Ginny collapsed against her, sobbing, {I can’t be without you, Missy. Next year, when you leave school and I’m still here. I just can’t}, she dissolved into fresh tears. Hermione took her trembling lover’s face between her palms, making her look up, {You won’t be without me, lover}, she smiled into that tearful face and sent the news, watched it change, from despair to joy. They missed breakfast that morning.

They told everyone else at lunchtime, their joy evident. To congratulations all round. Neville then shared his own bit of good news that he’d received just after Easter. He was taking a very junior position at the Ministry. In the department of Muggle Affairs. Working under Arthur Weasley. They all cheered spontaneously. There was a tiny sad moment as they realised the inevitability of them all parting, even while they would be bonded together for life as comrades-in-arms, fellow warriors, but then there was a surge of optimism. They were going to get through this. Come out the other side. Have lives and futures. Plans, children. They all gazed around at each other, then as one lifted their goblets and silently toasted the Ten.

Ginny glanced at the Staff table, then nudged her lover. Hermione looked. In silent salute five members of staff held their goblets slightly aloft. Minerva quirking a brow in silent toast.

xxxxxxx

That evening, Ginny returned to their room, to find Hermione bent over a stack of catalogues from the Wizarding shops. She was writing orders down on parchment, as Ginny sidled up to her lover and kissed her cheek, {Evenin’, you}. Hermione looked up and gathered Ginny to her, kissing her to within an inch. {Mmm, what was that for, Missy?}. Hermione budged up on the stool and Ginny sat beside her, sliding her arms around her Missy. {C’mon. What are you up to?}. Hermione pushed over the catalogue. Ritual items. Hermione had circled a slender hilted dagger, plain and unadorned of a silvery metal. A chalice, equally plain had also been ringed, plus one or two other things.

Hermione kissed Ginny on the nose, {I need some things for the Ritual in Summer, and I’m just making sure I have everything in time}. She completed her list, sealed the parchment around some money. Several Galleons in fact. Ginny’s eyes widened, {Gosh, these things are expensive, aren’t they?}. Hermione smiled, {Well, I could have gone for the cheaper options, but I think for something this important, only the best will do. Anyway, Harry and Draco are stumping up for these. They have to provide my tools for the working}. Ginny saw the address on the parchment, Knockturn Alley, and looked suddenly slightly worried. Hermione caught it immediately, {Listen, Girlie, this is pretty dark Magic we’re doing here, visceral and full of body fluids, not the higher mind stuff we do on a day-to-day basis. For this to work, I have to have my tools. And, anyway, if this all works, then perhaps the shop will offer us a refund}.

Ginny knew Hermione was trying to keep it light, she also knew that her bond-mate was terrified she’d mess up somewhere, that the whole thing would be a complete shambles. So much rested on her shoulders. So many ifs, buts and maybe’s. Ginny held her as she lowered her tired head to the desk for a moment, before straightening and rising. She sent, {Can I borrow Hedwig for a day or two, Harry?}. After a sent, {Mmmmph}, his channel cleared, {‘Course you can, ‘Mione. Can’t talk right now}, she felt his channel snap shut. She giggled. Ginny quizzed her. {He’s ‘talking’ with his mouth full}. They both cracked up, and left their room hand in hand, making their way to the Owlery.

Hermione tied two parchments to the patient owl’s feet, one for her Magical items, the other addressed to Fred and George Weasley. Ginny saw the address, {Oh, yes?}, she queried, then remembered and giggled. Hermione fed Hedwig a couple of owl treats and Hedwig lifted gracefully into the air with an approving ‘Prrrooo’, and flew off into the night.

At breakfast the following morning, Hermione looked up as the owls made their deliveries. Then saw the great Snowy approaching her, laden with packages. Hermione stroked her as she landed and relieved her of her parcels. Feeding her a bit of bacon and thanking her, the magnificent creature flew off again.

The others at the table all evinced curiosity, but Hermione tapped the side of her nose, and the parcels remained unopened. She stashed everything in her satchel. She had a study period this afternoon. She would examine them then.

She checked on her Potions before school, everything coming along nicely. The boys’ Potion was nearly ready. She had to admit, she was really pleased so far. She locked the lab and headed to Transfiguration.

After lunch, she made a bee-line for her room. Locked the door and tipped her parcels out on the bed. She unwrapped each carefully. The chalice was just as plain as she had requested, but exquisite to look upon. The platinum shone a dull blue-grey. Carefully she revealed the athame on it’s bed of velvet. She gasped as she reverently withdrew it from the box. The decoration she had requested was exactly right. The long white knife had a hilt and crosspiece. On one half, a carved lion lay sleeping, on the other a snake lay coiled around it.

After admiring her new tools for a while, marvelling at their workmanship, she laid them aside, for the smaller heavily wrapped and charmed parcel. She lifted the Anti-Aroma charm, and sniffed it appreciatively. She read the short note that accompanied it. ‘Hope this is okay, but it’s the best, trust us. Use the enclosed as we don’t think they sell these in Hogsmeade’, signed by Ginny’s twin brothers. Part of the contents of the package were a couple of packs of rolling papers. Hermione giggled and put a full-size one together, smoking it all to herself, feeling a bit guilty that her Girlie was in lessons all afternoon. The thought fled as she felt the hit. Whooo, this was some seriously good stuff. She pecked the spliff about two-thirds of the way down. That was quite enough for now, thank you. She placed the stub on her night table and lay back, closing her eyes and letting her mind wander.

Her eyes were slightly pink as she sent to her lover exactly what she wanted to do to her right now, her breathing deepened. She left her channels open as her hand slid into her skirt waistband, to be replied to in a shout, {No, Missy, Elephant. I’m in the middle of a test in Potions, please, my Missy}. Hermione sent a humble {Sorry, love, but you want to see what your brothers sent us}, she sent her a chaste mental kiss and closed their connection.

Snape saw the redhead’s confusion, sending a cautious, {Are you all right, Ginny?}. She was taking several deep breaths, her fists balling, nails dug into her palms, {Yes, sir. Someone just ‘said’ something is all, I’ll be okay in a moment}, she grinned as she lowered her head to her test. ‘Someone’ was so going to get it later!.

She barrelled into their room moments after the Potions lesson finished her afternoon, to find Hermione sprawled across their bed, semi-comatose, with a big grin on her face, her eyes closed, joint makings scattered about beside her. Ginny balled her fists, placing them on her hips. She cocked her head to one side as she regarded the stoned wreck before her, a soft smile playing with her mouth. She discarded her bag and toed off her shoes. She re-wrapped the weed, placing it on her night-table, then spotted the stub of spliff. She reached over, retrieved it and lit it, taking several deep drags, feeling the pull behind her eyes. As it died, she placed the roach on her table and lay next to her Missy, riding the buzz. Merlin, this was strong.

For a moment she suddenly felt a teeny bit nauseous and cold, before she felt her Missy’s warm arms go about her, a thigh press her legs open, then hot lips on hers, a questing tongue finding her own and the heat rise in her blood, fast, too fast. As Hermione threaded fingers into her panties leg, burying them in her, she came in seconds, {Sorry, sorry, sorry. That was just too intense}, she was trembling in Hermione’s arms. {I’m afraid it got like that for me too, earlier, and I’m sorry for disturbing you, but you see why now?}. Ginny barely nodded. {Merlin, what is this grass, Missy?}. {It’s some extra special that I ordered. This is going to relax us all for the Ritual, or so I thought, but I’m going to have to be careful with it, or it might all be over in moments and I won’t be able to control everything the way I should}, she giggled and looked into her Girlie’s reddened eyes. {Oh, bugger, do my eyes look as red as yours?}. Ginny giggled, {Yes}. {Then I think we need to order dinner in tonight, don’t you?}. The thought of dinner made them both salivate, and Ginny summoned Dobby.

“Yes, ladies, and what will it be tonight. Mr Harry has ordered Thai green curry with lime and coriander rice”. The girls glanced at each other, “That sounds perfect, Dobby”. Moments later, and both were tucking in heartily. Midway through the meal, Harry sent them an invitation, but they turned it down gently, both being a little too wrecked for company.

After dinner, Hermione rolled another blunt. Ginny lit the fire and they both sat before it, watching the flames dance, smoking. Intoxicated, Ginny turned to her bond-mate, a wild light in her eyes, tangling a hand in those soft chestnut curls and pulling her closer, opened her mouth over Hermione’s. This time, there was no rush, just a slow dance, stripping each other by firelight, time elongating, each moment drawn out, lips, tongues and fingers everywhere, then as the night deepened, climaxes that shook both of them to the core.

As the full moon gazed benevolently upon them all, she could hear their many cries of pleasure. That night was a deeply private night for all of the Ten. Lavender rolled off Seamus, sated, a huge smile breaking across her face, {Love you, love you to bits}.Seamus’ breath caught in his throat, {I love you, too, princess}. Then they felt it. The crackle. The burn. Their future bond-mates, arrayed variously in the rooms around them, felt it. Hermione giggled. Nine and Ten were well and truly on board.