Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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The next day, Harry woke first, his bladder complaining. He rose, padding through the early sunlight as it picked out a previously hidden door in the panelling on the walls. He pushed the door open. A bathroom of sorts. A toilet, small washbasin and a shower. He used the loo, then turned his attentions to the shower, looking down at himself, covered variously in come, oil and dried ice cream, he grinned then found the taps. The hot didn’t work but the cold did. He snuck back into the room and retrieved his wand. Hot water? Not a problem. He murmured a warming charm and touched his wand to the shower rose, waited a moment and extended a hand underneath it. Perfect. He was about to dive under when felt an arm snake around his waist. He leaned back into Draco’s embrace, smiling. Draco murmured, “D’you mind, lover?”, gesturing at the loo. Harry stepped out of the room, and laid his wand and his glasses on his pile of clothes

To hear a low voice beckoning him back a few moments later. Draco was ensconced under the warm water inviting Harry in.

Harry was in Draco’s arms in a heartbeat, the water sluicing over his head and body making him giggle. He tipped his head back, water pouring full into his face, then stood straight a hand pushing wet hair out of his eyes, reaching his own arms over Draco’s shoulders, round his neck, then their mouths joined in a breathless kiss under the warm water.

Harry pulled away a little raking his Dragon’s hair from his brow, then held the blond against him, a knot of uncertainty creasing his forehead. “Dragon?”, Harry murmured. Draco sighed, “Yes”, into Harry’s hair. Draco felt Harry take a deep breath. “Just before we crashed out last night, erm, you said something. I’m just wondering if you would like to repeat it now that I’m fully awake and it’s daylight”, Harry finished on a smile.

He felt Draco stiffen in his arms. A delicious thrill ran through him. Draco lifted Harry’s face to his. His gaze faltered slightly, seeing that shy smile. Draco enclosed Harry’s face in his hands, gazing, into Harry’s eyes. “I love you, Harry. I love you. That’s what I said ”.

Harry felt his smile grow, he rained kisses over Draco’s face and neck. Draco gently held him close under the warm water. Harry let his head fall against Draco’s shoulder. He threaded a wet hand through Draco’s hair, pulling him down to him, kissing him to within an inch of his life. He clasped Draco’s face tenderly between his hands, and said, all smiles, “I love you Dragon, I love you too”.

They both stared at each other in astonishment, big daft grins on both of their faces, not quite believing the situation, then crushed each other in an embrace that threatened to crack ribs. Draco said, “We’re crazy, you know that, don’t you?. And everyone’s going to want to kill us, separately and together”. Harry hid his face in Draco’s shoulder, “I know, but I don’t care. I have you, and I won’t let anyone harm a hair on your head, not if I can help it”. Harry gently pushed them out of the stream of water, until Draco’s back was against the wall, then leaned in and kissed him hard.

Harry drew Draco back under the water as they both became aroused. “I want you right here, under this shower. Damn, my wand and the oil are next door”, he sighed. “It would be so cool if I could just reach out my hand and go ‘Accio oil’, and.....”, the bottle hit his palm so hard, it stung. But for his well-developed Quidditch reflexes, he surely would have dropped it. They exchanged a glance. “Harry, how long have you been doing wandless Magic?”. Harry stared at the small bottle in disbelief, “About 10 seconds.”.

Draco reached out of the water murmuring ‘Accio wand’, a second later he had the thing in his hand, “Whoa, this is weird, Dragon. How long have you been able to do this?”. Draco looked at his wand in disbelief, “10 seconds less than you”, They looked at each other and grinned “What’s happening to us, Harry?”. Harry blinked, shaking his head, “Haven’t a clue”, he giggled, “Well, I’ve got the oil at any rate”, he pulled Draco back under the water, that look in his eyes and kissed his beloved hard. Draco rolled his wand away from them and took Harry in his arms, one hand behind his head, the other clutching his backside, their cocks rubbing together.

Harry turned his lover to the wall, spreading him and took him from behind, Draco braced himself with his hands as Harry pounded into him, slipping a hand round, pumping Draco’s cock in time with his thrusts and took them both over the edge together. He withdrew and turned Draco back to face him. They held and kissed under the water cleaning each other as best they could, tenderly re-iterating their love for each other. Harry Summoned his t-shirt and glasses and they dried each other, turning off the shower. Draco chuckled, “Next time, I’ll bring a towel and soap”.

As Harry dried Draco’s back, he noticed a line of small circular scars along his lover’s spine that appeared to be almost healed burn marks. Also a pair of nasty purpling bruises around his shoulder blades. He touched one gently. Draco winced. “Sorry, Dragon, I caused these, didn’t I?”. Draco nodded. Harry kissed them and turned Draco to face him.

“Draco, even if you finish with me right this minute, I swear I’ll never fight you again”. They kissed and Draco murmured, I’m not going to finish with you. I’m in love with you and the bruises will heal in time. I’m never going to hurt you again, either. I promise. Though if you finish with me, I might have to hex you”, he smiled.

“Dragon, what are the other marks on your back?. Only they look like wand burns to me.”. Draco’s eyes went cloudy, “Oh, nothing – just something that happened over the Summer”. There was no more forthcoming, so Harry dropped the subject.

They returned to the classroom, rolling around in the blankets to dry off properly, kissing and holding each other. When they were dry they finally rose once more and dressed, not wanting to part but admitting they had other things to do and that they would meet again later in the day.

Eventually they left the classroom, and returned to their respective dorms. Harry didn’t bother going to bed, he put on a clean t-shirt, retrieved some books and sat at a table in the Common room window, spreading out his stuff, and set to work on a Transfiguration essay. He had managed a few paragraphs, but found himself looking out over the lake, lost in thought as the low sun turned the surface of the water to molten gold.

xxxxxxx

Hermione spotted Harry as she entered, realising that he hadn’t heard her, she stood for a moment, regarding him, her head on one side. She saw the slight smile, the light in his eyes, heard him sigh as he bit his bottom lip, his grin widen, his face screwed up a little as a particularly intimate memory occurred to him. He snapped himself out of it and scrubbed his face with his hands. Hermione called his name softly. Harry spun round, and his face fell. Hermione felt her heart sink.

She stood next to him. “Harry, can we talk?”. Harry pushed out the chair beside him, she sat. “I’m truly sorry for being a prat yesterday, Harry, and you’re right, your life is no business of mine to be poking my nose into, that was rude and uncalled for. It was a bit of a shock when I realised who it was”. She looked down, fidgeting. Harry smiled and reached over, cupping Hermione’s face and lifting her eyes to his. “Thanks, Hermione, you and Ron mean so much to me. Draco even suggested we finish, you know, rather than us three fall out”, he lowered his hand. “Really?. He’d do that?”, she looked slightly stunned. Harry nodded. “But I don’t want to finish with him, ‘Mione. He’s a changed man. The bullshit has all gone and I’m seeing the real Draco for the first time. I...I really like him, but I don’t want to lose you two”.

“Tell me, ‘Mione, Just how did you figure us out?”, She grinned, “Easy Peasy. You said ‘it’. Had to be a boy then. Also about Ron and I killing you?, had to be a Slytherin. I glanced over to see Malfoy rubbing his eyes, yawning his head off. You didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes”.

She sighed, “Please Harry, help me to understand. I mean, why him, why now, after all these years that you’ve hated each other?”.

Harry folded his arms on the table, and laid his head down looking at her. She mirrored the gesture and they smiled at each other. “It was all about the fighting. One of us was either going to end up in the hospital wing or St Mungo’s, so I decided enough was enough”. He breathed deeply and blinked. Hermione could see a slow flush climbing his cheeks. “I lured him to a dark empty classroom, I lay in wait for him naked, on some blankets and pillows I’d conjured, and, erm, basically, I seduced him”.

Hermione’s eyes lit up and she laughed, blushing crimson. “Harry! Well I never!”, they both chuckled for a while. “Well, we saw the state of you yesterday, so it must have been good”, she ventured. Harry closed his eyes again, rubbing his cheek on his arm, “Beyond good, ‘Mione. Utterly bloody amazing. I was a virgin y’know”. Hermione nodded, ”I guessed as much”, she smiled. Harry giggled, “Well he tastes delicious with pistachio ice cream”. Hermione remembered last night’s food and her mouth went round, “Harry”, she exclaimed, “that is too much information”, and squeezed her eyes shut at the images dancing behind her lids.

She reached out and tidied away a lock of Harry’s hair and stroked his cheek, “This isn’t just a casual thing to you, is it?”. Harry shook his head, “Nor to him”, he grinned, gently biting his bottom lip. Hermione took one look into that glowing face, and sighed. “Oh, Harry, you’re in love with him, aren’t you?. In less than 48 hours?”. There were tears in Harry’s eyes as he nodded, “Yes, and he with me”, his voice low and a little throaty. When he could trust it again, he spoke, “’Mione, he’s the key in my lock, we’re two sides of the same coin. I know it’s all a bit soon, it’s overwhelmed us a bit, to be honest, the sheer intensity of our feelings and everything. But this feels special, even while it can’t last”.

The question creased Hermione’s brow, “Not last?”. Harry shook his head, rising and leaning his chin in his hands. “Of course it can’t, ‘Mione. Draco’s family will eventually marry him off to some pureblood brood-mare, to produce a string of little Malfoys to continue the family name. As for myself, I’ve got Voldemort to fight. I’m either going to end up killing someone or an obituary in the Prophet. This is our last year being coddled by Hogwarts. Frankly, I’m a bit scared as to what’ll happen in the big wide world, and I want to just feel a bit of happiness for awhile. We’re under no illusions here”,

Harry’s face fell. Hermione scooted her chair nearer, wrapping her arm around Harry’s shoulders, using the fingers of her other hand to wipe away his tears. “Harry, I would never deny you a moment’s joy, you know that. But you can’t blame me for worrying about you. It’s all a bit sudden. I’ll adjust. Now c’mon, Harry. I’m a girlie, give up some gossip. Tell me something cute about him”.

“Cute? Whatever do you mean?”, Harry looked baffled. “Look, I don’t want the details of your sex life or anything, just something, I don’t know, romantic, sweet”. Hermione was grinning into Harry’s face. Harry chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, then his face lit up. He looked straight into Hermione’s eyes. “Have you ever seen Draco smile?. I don’t mean his haughty sniggers or those wretched superior smirks, I mean the real thing”. Hermione thought a moment and shook her head. Harry swallowed and continued, “Well, they meet his eyes, which crinkle slightly, and”, he reached out his forefinger and rubbed a small section of Hermione’s left cheek, “He gets a dimple, just there”. Hermione giggled, “Yep. That’s cute”, and hugged Harry hard.

Harry was really enjoying this talk, and truth to tell, he was greatly relieved at her reactions, as well as being able to finally tell of the amazing things happening to him.

Hermione still looked quizzical. Harry looked at her, “What? If it’s not too personal, I’ll try and answer”. “It’s just that, I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m a girl, but I’m not sure I understand the fighting”. Harry looked surprised for a minute, then attempted a serious answer. “It’s about as close as two boys ever get to each other, barring contact sports. All the years Draco and I have been battling, it’s been about rolling around trying to damage each other, not with wands, but with fists, trying to maim, but not too seriously. Then about a year ago, just one fight, it was, erm, different, and, it was then I realised I fancied him. The fights got more dangerous, but then, there were big chunks of time, when we never encountered each other. Then, at the start of this year, they changed again”.

Hermione nodded, “Yes, you’re always trying to slam each other into doors and walls”. Harry grinned, “Well spotted. I dunno about this, but I can probably make my point better if I demonstrate. It’s the real reason I didn’t want to stop the fighting, if I’m honest. I’ll try not to hurt you. Are you game?”. Harry jumped to his feet, and held out a hand to her. She extended her hand and rose. Harry led her to a blank piece of wall. “It’s all about what you’re saying in the moves you make. I pulled a blinder on him the other day. I thought he was going to break my back”,

He positioned Hermione with her back to the wall about six inches away. He told her to ball her fists with her hands down at her sides. “So he comes at me, grabs my hands, and forces them up behind me in the middle of my back, then pushes me into the wall, forcing his leg between mine”. Harry showed her, as gently as he could, but Hermione could feel pain in her middle back, and the helplessness to do anything about it. Harry’s thigh was pressed up firmly between hers. “Now, if you were a bloke, one nudge here, makes sure your family line ends with you. You can’t get your arms out, because I’m leaning on you, and from here, I could either kiss you or kill you”.

He let her go, they were both smiling shyly. “So how did you get out of that move?. Did you best him?”. Harry giggled, “Not half!”, he exclaimed. “Swap round. You be Dragon”. Hermione smiled, “Dragon?”. Harry caught himself, put his hand over his mouth, “Oh shit, please don’t ever call him that”. Hermione laughed out loud, placing a finger over Harry’s mouth, “Ssshh. Of course I won’t, and, by the way, that is very cute”.

Harry collected himself amidst much giggling and re-arranged himself against the wall. “Draco had his hands either side of my head”. Hermione obliged. It felt strange, not to say, somewhat erotic to have her thigh pressed against Harry’s groin. “Then I did this”. Harry thrust upwards against her, releasing his hands, knocking Hermione’s from the wall, and grabbing both of her wrists in a single hand. In a graceful move, he used his body strength to turn them, so Hermione was now flat against the wall, both arms held high above her head, Harry leaning hard against her, with one leg holding his balance, the other behind her knees, pulling her off her feet. Hermione gasped. Harry chuckled, “And I still have a hand spare for whatever”. He stroked her cheek. Hermione laughed aloud, “Harry, this is fighting as foreplay”. Harry joined in the mirth, “Typical you, always think of just the right words, but I’m glad you understand now”.

They were still arranged thus, when a sharp gasp behind them, made them freeze. “Wow, you two, you should have just said”, a sleepy voice. Ron. They moved apart, “No, Ron, it’s not me. Harry was just demonstrating fighting moves to me, strangely enough”. Ron looked befuddled. He turned and went back upstairs. A few minutes later, he reappeared, fully dressed, his face a bit less vacant. Mornings were not Ron’s thing.

Ron slumped down and bleared at Harry. “So c’mon then, are you gonna tell?”. Harry nodded, pacing about, his nervousness plain. “Look, Ron, I don’t know how to put this, so I’ll keep it simple. I’m in love with Draco Malfoy, and he’s in love with me”.

It took a moment to sink into Ron’s brain, then instead of the anger the other two expected, his face started to crumple, he rose and moved towards Harry. He hissed, “You bastard, after all these years, and I thought you were straight, so I never...ohmygod, and with him, you twat. I hate you”, he advanced suddenly on Harry, and with lightning speed, backhanded him hard across the jaw, backing away, tears evident on his face. “How could you, you bastard. Damn you to hell and back”, he turned and stalked away, picking up a three-legged stool and hurling it at the stone wall, “FUCK”, he screamed as it smashed to pieces, and he slammed out of the portrait hole.

Both of them had put their hands up when the stool smashed, they lowered them slowly. Harry looked stricken, tears gathering in his eyes. Hermione rushed over and hugged him. Harry murmured, “He actually seemed more bothered about me being with a guy, than who it was, although he wasn’t chuffed at that either. Oh gods, Hermione, do I have to give him up to keep my best mate?. I know he can be a bit of a hothead, but I never figured him for bigoted”.

Hermione smiled against Harry’s shoulder, “Forgive me, Harry, but I’m generally pretty good at reading situations, am I not?”. Harry shrugged, “Yeah. You know I’ve always trusted your instincts, ‘Mione”. “Okay, try this one on. Ron isn’t a homophobe, he’s jealous”.

Harry’s face was a picture. “Jealous?. What on earth?. I mean, Ron?. He’s my brother. I’ve never thought of Ron like that. Oh, except for about five minutes in third year, when you have a crush on everything that moves. But, no, it’d be like, erm, incest or something”. Hermione laid a hand on his arm, “I think you may need to explain all this to Ron, Harry. I know it’s weird, but maybe he’s cherished thoughts...”, her voice trailed away. He nodded. He looked into Hermione’s eyes, “You’re not in love with me or anything, are you?”. Hermione giggled, “No, I think I had a two second crushette on you in second year when you did something cute or brave, I forget which now, but, no, I’m not in love with you, Harry, even though I love you to bits”.