Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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They all had spent the past three weeks winding down, de-stressing, making love a lot. The DA members who were left out of the charmed circle suddenly didn’t envy them one bit, as they were made to realise the task before the co-warriors.

Before they knew it, the End of Term Ball was at hand. Frantic Owls to the dry-cleaners, robes that had languished in the bottom of trunks being fished out and aired or cleaned. Of course, Draco’s Armani suit was perfectly clean and pressed ready. Harry’s robes were a mess, so he threw them back into his trunk in disgust and opted for his smart jeans and a tight black t-shirt, throwing on an old leather jacket over it.

The girls were busy, getting ready, making each other up, Ginny did Hermione’s hair, twisting it up at the back, pulling out sweet strands that trailed down her neck and back. Hermione put small horizontal plaits over each of Ginny’s ears, letting the rest hang in a heavy fall, exposing her earrings. They kissed and declared themselves happy with the results, when they heard the knock, gathering things into their bags.

The others were all ready to go down, then tapped on the girls’ door, a sent {Hang on a sec} reaching them. Ron grinned, {This is so going to be worth seeing, just you wait}, to Harry and Draco, and the other four. Blaise grinned as their door opened and Hermione emerged resplendent in her Roberto Cavalli, strutting her stuff to appreciative wolf-whistles. She giggled, turned, held out a hand, then Ginny walked out, to total silence. Until Draco covered his mouth and coughed, his eyes wide. The general consensus was on a theme of ‘Wow’, as she showed out for her friends, turning a flirtatious head over her shoulder, she blew them all a kiss.

Ron was once more nonplussed. Hermione cast a glance at Harry and Draco. Draco returned the look. {She’s stunning}. Hermione sent back, {This will be her fortune, she was approached by a talent scout at Easter. So fucking kill Voldemort for us, boys, and this girl has a real future as a model}.

Harry was amazed. He remembered Ginny having a crush on him. Rescuing her from her folly while he was in second year. My!. How she had changed. She was truly beautiful. Hermione was gorgeous of course, but this hit him between his eyes. He looked down in confusion. Hermione sent, {She has this effect on all sorts of folk, Harry, so you get on and sort Voldemort out, and Ginny can make her fame and fortune. I draw her already. There’s a compelling look to her is there not?. Let’s face it, none of us can take our eyes from her}, she looked around seeing all the intent gazes. Ginny was aware, playing it, working it, as they made their way downstairs to the Hall.

The music rose up to meet them. Someone had a CD player going, strains of dance music washing over them as they entered, Draco all in black, a cleverly draped suit with a black t-shirt beneath, smart black loafers on his feet. Harry in denim. Ron and Blaise in full dress robes, (Ron’s considerably improved over his embarrassment in fourth year. After all he now had an Italian Slytherin Fashion maven to advise and treat him to wicked black robes). He swept into the Hall looking and feeling fabulous, Blaise by his side. Pansy flicked her hair over her bare shoulders as she and her beloved Neville entered. Lavender looked ravishing in a silvery gown, being led in by a besotted Seamus in full dress whites.

The girls paused at the door. Hermione entered first, to sighs and wolf-whistles, working her dress. She turned and beckoned sexily to her Girlie, who posed provocatively in the doorway, before advancing into the Hall, to shouts and whistles, then a spontaneous round of applause. She moved into her Missy’s arms, claiming her, kissing her full-on. The spectacle causing other dancers to appear around them. Draco and Harry, Ron and Blaise. Lavender stood, offering her hand to Seamus, Neville reaching for his Pansy, Justin for Jonathan, they all caught the rhythm, grinding against each other.

In short order, the dancefloor was full. Hermione let her guard down. Sending her wicked sexual energy into the room, Herself and Ginny surveyed the room about them. Various folk becoming coupled-up, then sidling onto the dancefloor. Harry sent. {What are you up to, ‘Mione?}. She giggled into his mind, slightly drunk, {What do you think, my Mage?}. Harry rolled his eyes and let her get on with it, gathering his Dragon to him for a searing kiss as the rhythm built, stronger, sexier, harder.

The dancefloor was hogged a bit by the DA and the Ten, then Draco tired suddenly, and they left the floor, finding a dark corner table. Harry pulled several together, finding chairs, while Draco slumped on a bench against a wall. The music changed to a different style, and the rest of the Seventh years drifted over to them. Harry sat on the bench with his back to the wall, Draco lying in his lap. Hermione watched them a while as they danced, and decided she wanted to draw Draco while he was still pregnant. The track ended and the girls joined their friends.

Hermione surreptitiously fished a half bottle of vodka out of her bag, taking a large fortifying slug before handing it round under the table, various questioning sends, {Where did this come from, you minx?}, Draco. Hermione grinned, {Came of age two weeks ago, and Papa sent this,. Bless him}. Draco looked thoughtful, {We never seem to celebrate birthdays in this place. I don’t even know when your birthdays are. Weird isn’t it?}. Harry joined in with a cheeky grin, {This’ll be the first time I ever had mine in School. FYI, it’s in 12 days time}, Hermione sent, {Okay, now we’re on the subject, when’s yours, Draco?}. He blushed, {The night I fell pregnant. November 15th. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just did, although I was in denial for a bit}, he chuckled. Ginny became part of the conversation, giggling, {The night you first kissed me, Missy, was my birthday. March 8th}. Suddenly Hermione’s Elemental instincts were on full alert. They all felt her mood heighten, {This is officially strange}.

She brought the other six into the conversation, {Seamus, the night you and Lavender got together?. It was your birthday, wasn’t it?}. He grinned and threw his arm about his beloved, {Aye, best birthday present ever}, he kissed her cheek. She turned to Ron and Blaise. Ron shrugged, {Mine was in the Easter hols, nothing particularly momentous}, but Blaise looked down shyly, {The night I told you I loved you, mi amante, that was mine}. Ron’s head spun round, {Really, and I didn’t even know}. Blaise leaned against him, gently butting his shoulder, {Ron, I received the gift of your love. I could wish for nothing better}. Hermione was flushed and grinning, she queried Pansy and Neville, who blushed furiously, Pansy stammered, {The night we were, erm, missing from dinner over Easter, that was mine}.

Hermione took another swig of her vodka, {Whoa, guys, this is odd, nice odd, but odd nonetheless}, she giggled, {Haven’t a clue what it means, if anything, but you have to admit, it’s jolly interesting}. Just then a track came on that she loved, she rose, grabbing her Girlie, and they strutted off to dance, leaving the others a bit nonplussed, Ron sent to the table at large through a big grin, {Trust her, eh?. Comes out for a night on the tiles, and figures out something really deep, half-pissed, now she’s shakin’ her booty without a care in the world}. The others all laughed. Ron broke out the firewhisky and started to hand it round to a hissed, {Cavey!!. McGonagall!!}. Ron made to secrete it again, when she sent from behind him, {It’s all right, Mr Weasley, but keep it discreet, you’re all mostly of age now, but don’t go over the top. I don’t want to be mopping up Seventh years from the corridors in the morning. Enjoy your evening}, she left them.

They all laughed aloud. The low light hid Ron’s puce countenance. Harry sent, {Thanks, Professor}. Various bottles were sneaked around under the table, couples getting up to dance, returning flushed, flopping down. At some time during the evening, the girls all took off crippling heels, dancing barefoot.

The hour was growing late, and all fourth years and below had been despatched to bed. Then the room started to really heat up, the dancing dirtier, the staff keeping a very low level watch. Ginny pulled her wonderful Missy to her on the floor. As they kissed, it was like a radiation blast of energy hit all the remaining pupils.

Minerva changed the watch with Severus, {There’s quite an atmosphere in there, Severus}, she grinned, her face flushed, He sat at a little table way off to one side, in a darkened corner. He watched the dancefloor for a scant few moments, a slight frown, between his brows. He made a decision, turning his chair to the wall, flinging his legs up onto the table, crossing his ankles. He withdrew a half-bottle of Firewhisky from his robes, taking a long swallow. Draco and Harry had seen all of this, and Draco sent a questioning, {Sir. Are you all right?}. He felt his House Head grin into his mind, {Never better. The energy in here?. It’s all her isn’t it?}. Draco grinned, {Well, we all have our own, sir, but she did send a couple of blasts into the room earlier}. He felt Snape’s laughter, {Oh, just get on with it, you lot. I’m going to face the wall, and if you’ll excuse me, get roaring drunk}, he lifted his bottle in salute as he snapped his connections shut.

Draco laughed aloud until tears rolled down his face. As he composed himself, he sent the whole exchange to anyone it could reach. Harry lifted his bottle, {Cheers to you too, Professor. And thank you}. Hermione’s ‘Thanks’ send was a tad breathless. Then she went back to devouring her Girlie, sexual energy pouring off them in waves. The other six of the Ten nearest to them, almost protecting them as if by instinct.

Harry and Draco watched them all. Harry slipped his arm under Draco, lifting him. Their eyes found each other’s, slow smiles spreading. Harry dipped his head, capturing that lush mouth beneath him. Draco could taste the alcohol on his beloved as their tongues danced with each other. Harry withdrew a fraction, gazing into his lover’s flushed, beautiful face, {Fancy another dance, babe?. This one’s a slow one}. Draco sat up and held out a hand, {Lead on}. Harry took it, kissed it, and rose, hauling his Dragon to his feet. Draco pushed his fists into his back. Harry could sense his tiredness, and kissed him gently, {Just this one, babe}. Draco gave him one of those ‘looks’ which unhinged him, {Just you wait ‘til I’m back to normal, my love, then I’ll show you dancing}. Harry’s mouth went dry at the thought, and he took another slug of whisky as he was dragged to the dancefloor.

The DA moved aside, and they were admitted immediately to the inner circle, where their Elemental was bumping and grinding with her bond-mate. Harry moved behind his Dragon, holding him tight against him, Draco’s head rolling back to Harry’s shoulder. As they danced, Harry nibbled his lover’s ear, the licked a path down his neck, yanking the neck of his t-shirt aside, little nipping bites up and down. He couldn’t hear the little mewls over the music, but he felt them, turning his Dragon to him and taking that mouth with main force as the beats seeped into Harry’s somewhat pissed, and Draco’s extremely stoned brains, the familiar burn rising up their spines, Harry’s hand in Draco’s hair. Draco’s hand gripping Harry’s arse. Their other hands wandering all over. Draco riding his lover’s thigh.

The track ended with Draco resting his head on his lover’s shoulder, tired out. Harry threw his arm around Draco’s waist. {Come on, love, let’s take this elsewhere}. They wandered back to their seats for a moment for Draco to rest. {I feel mean crapping out now, but...}. Harry didn’t let him continue, kissing him hard, {Don’t you dare feel guilty. We’re having a baby, for pity’s sake, of course you’re knackered. Now come on. Let me take you home. I fancy a smoke of that weed and curling up with you on the sofa}. His thoughts drifted, {In fact, I wish we had a bloody TV. I could just fancy a cheesy horror movie right now, and we’d hold each other tight through the scary bits}. Draco grinned, {I’ve never seen TV. I’ve heard about them, of course. We have radio at home. Can we have one wherever we end up, Harry?}.

Harry chuckled, {Of course we can, Dragon. We’ll have a computer, the Internet. A Playstation and a whacking great hi-fi. All the latest gadgets. Whatever you want, my love. We’ll have a Microwave in the kitchen, and a Jacuzzi in the bathroom. Oh, and a waterbed. I know they’re a bit cheesy and Seventies, but I’ve always fancied one, particularly making love on one}, he leaned in, nuzzling Draco’s ear. Draco laughed, {I haven’t a clue what those things are that you’re talking about, although Ginny mentioned the Internet thingy. That’s the one where you can go shopping in America or somewhere through a computer and the phone line, yeah?}.

Harry had his arms wrapped around his Dragon, his head leaning on the back of the bench, {That’s the one, babe. I think ‘Mione was using it over Easter to shop for sex toys}. They both cracked up laughing, until Draco paused, looking puzzled, {But how in heaven do you pay for stuff?}, he scratched his head. Harry laughed softly, {I’ll teach you all of this, my love, but not tonight. Tonight I want to take you home and make love to you}. He dipped his head to his Dragon’s and they kissed. Draco sent, {Take me home, get me wrecked. Make me scream}. Harry drew away, a look of pure lust in his eyes, {Let’s say our ‘goodnights’, then}.

They sent to the remains of the party, to pissed sent goodnights in return, the action still hot on the dancefloor. They dropped to their mutual broadcast channel, and together sent a cheery ‘G’night’ to Professor Snape, who turned and smiled at them as they left, saluting them with what remained of his bottle. Laughing, they left.

Below them, the after-party in the girls’ room was winding down. Ginny let all of the guests out, kissing everyone goodnight. The DA and those of the Ten who were still fit to party. She closed the door and leant against it, feeling tiredness wash over her. She shook her head, and rubbed at her eyes with thumb and forefinger. She hoped her Missy didn’t want anything too complicated tonight. She needn’t have worried. When she glanced at their bed, Hermione was already asleep, shoes off, fully clothed, her make-up still on, on top of the bed, her hands jammed between her knees.

Ginny gazed at her for a long stoned moment, her hands on her hips, her head tipped over, a slight smile playing with her mouth, her heart melting.

Coming out of her reverie, she undressed, cleaning off her warpaint, and climbed onto the bed. She stripped her comatose Missy, cleaning her face, and rolled her into bed. Awake again, she dipped into their stash and rolled a blunt. She was becoming quite accomplished at this by now. She smoked it, looking at her beloved, by a single flickering candle. Hermione grunted and rolled onto her back, smacking her lips, murmuring something that Ginny couldn’t catch, as she sank into deep sleep. Ginny leaned over her, taking in the face below her, the rounded features, the straight nose, the beautiful lips that did such wicked things to her, the slightly pointed chin, the halo of chestnut curls. Ginny was intoxicated. She knew everyone seemed to think that she was the beautiful one, but no-one could see her Missy as she did.

She blew out the candle, wrapping her lean frame about her lover, sending a {Love you, my Missy}, as she crashed out.

xxxxxxx

Oh dear. The next morning was dreadful for many folk. Harry sitting on the edge of the bath puking into the sink. Ron and Blaise taking turns to hug the toilet bowl. No-one did breakfast that morning except Hermione, requesting the full fry-up from Dobby, sending Ginny rushing green-tinged to the bathroom. Fortified, Hermione left her bond-mate with Muggle painkillers and large amounts of water, and went down to the lab for awhile, working on her Truth serum. Her session was completely uninterrupted. She sent a cordial {Good morning}, her Potion Master’s way, but his channels were firmly closed, just a hint of pain could she read. She sent, {3 Nurofen and two pints of water should do it, sir. I’ll leave them on the shelf outside the Dungeon in about ten minutes}, she turned the flame down on her serum and quit the lab.

An hour later, she received a ‘thanks’ send from Snape. Ginny was feeling better too. The partiers were beginning to stir to life once more.

They all gathered at lunchtime. Heads in various stages of delicacy, but bodies needing fuel. As they all entered, the Ten and the DA, they all gravitated to the Gryffindor table, displacing some of the lower years. None of whom seemed bothered. They simply joined friends at other House tables. The staff looked on, {I think the House system will look a little different next year, Albus}, Minerva sent. Albus sighed, {There has always been a strong rivalry between the houses, has there not?}.

Albus Dumbledore surveyed the Hall before him, his send soft, {Now there will be co-operation. She really is going to right it all, isn’t she?}. He felt all the gentle sends of his staff members who could do this, including Severus, {It’s going to work this time, isn’t it?}, came from somebody, he couldn’t quite place it, realising he had less than half of the abilities of the pupils sending, eating, receiving, just chatting really, below him.

After lunch, a large group wandered outside to enjoy the sun. Hermione led them all to the glade at the edge of the forest, away from the sight of the school, and they disposed themselves variously under the trees and idled the afternoon away, discussing their plans after school (No-one mentioned the upcoming Ritual or the battle that was sure to follow. The group of warriors were keeping schtum, although the DA and others were dying to ask). Hermione made a mental note to quiz Lavender on the lack of her phial, but noting the downcast look, she left it for now. Lavender was clearly upset about something, Seamus kept cuddling her and murmuring to her until she smiled resignedly, leaning her head on his shoulder.

As the conversation went around the group, it seemed as if many were taking a year out before deciding what they wanted to do. Ron and Blaise declared they were going to travel. Blaise hadn’t been home since the summer previously, so he was taking Ron with him.

Neville and Pansy had sorted out a house-share with Dean and Susie in London, so Neville could take up his post at the Ministry.

Lavender had a place at College in London, studying fine Art Embroidery. They all grinned and congratulated her, they’d all seen the exquisite naming robe that she’d made for the boys. Seamus didn’t have a clue what he was going to do, but didn’t seem that bothered.

Secretly, all of the Ten were delighted not to be on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow, although school would seem awfully quiet. There would be a selection of staff on hand, and Harry had contacted the Order requesting their assistance, not giving much away. They, as one, accepted, deeply agog for news of their protégé. They hadn’t heard a peep all year, and Severus, Albus and Minerva were close-mouthed on the whole affair. Arthur knew Bertha from the Ministry, trying to extract information from her, but she’d simply shown him the blood-bond scar on her thumb, and he had desisted from his questioning. They would Floo in after term ended. Another ring would be added to the boys’ defences.

{What are we going to do, Dragon?}, Harry lazily sent to his beloved. {Behave. With two young children, we’ll have our hands full, trust me. I think we should just go to ground for a bit and raise our girls. Let’s face it, neither of us is exactly strapped for cash, are we?}. Harry idly combed his fingers through Draco’s hair. {No, but I don’t want to live a life of total idleness, either}. He glanced down at Draco grinning up at him, he sent, {Oh, I dunno, I think I could happily do full time idle, myself}. He let the back of his hand graze over Harry’s belly, {For starters, I’ll be looking after you, like you’ve cared for me, only without all the school work and other hassle}.

Draco’s hand wandered up Harry’s chest, cupping his face. Harry turned his head, kissing Draco’s palm. {Merlin, Dragon, what if it all goes horribly wrong?}. Draco felt the wave of tension and sat up, taking Harry in his arms and holding him tight, {Remember the Sights we have already seen, Harry. Hermione won’t get this wrong. Have faith, my Lion. What was it you said to me?. Feel the fear and act. You’ve done this so many times, my love. This will be the last time, and you have us beside you, behind you and around you}, he pulled away far enough to look deep into Harry’s eyes. Saw the torment roiling behind them, then tears fill above his lower lashes, one escaping down his cheek. Draco wiped it away with his thumb. He pulled Harry to him and kissed him, close-mouthed, then drew his head down to his shoulder as Harry shook with silent sobs.

Hermione felt the sharp change in emotion, gently sent, {Draco, what’s the matter with Harry?}. His send equally soft, {Ssshhh, he’s just having a crisis of confidence}. She glanced at them. {He’ll be brilliant when the time comes, Draco. He always is}. She could feel Draco’s agreement, {He’s ‘shown’ me some of his past. He’ll be all right on the night, of that I have no doubt}. He felt Hermione’s smile in his mind, {Everyone praises my instincts to the skies, forgetting that Harry is actually loads better at this than I am. I was always the rational one, the thinker, but Harry is the ultimate ‘do-er’. He’s never failed yet and he won’t now}.

She kept an eye on them. Watched Draco comfort his beloved with gentle hands, kisses and sends, until Harry looked up, a weak smile on his face. Draco dried his face with his fingers, then sent something that made Harry laugh. She relaxed. Crisis over for now.

{What was all that about, Missy?}, Ginny turned Hermione’s face to her, kissing her. Hermione threw her arms around her sweet Girlie, {It’s all right, babe, Harry was just having a quail about the coming battle. I don’t blame him. It means he really cares, love. Poor Harry}. She let her send fade as Ginny leaned in and kissed her with conviction and love, {We’ll all be okay, Missy. We’re just drowning in Magical ability, and I suspect that He has no idea of this. I take it that Harry just keeps that channel closed, that He sent on?}. Hermione nodded, {Then we just have to see Cariad safely into the World, do this Bond thingy and kill his arse stone dead. Then you can start your job, I re-start school, then we go to London at Christmas to see about getting me a modelling book together}. She kissed Hermione on the nose, {See. Easy really}. They both laughed, and Hermione held her tight.

The rest of the afternoon passed companionably enough. Towards dinnertime, various of the DA went up to begin packing with heavy hearts. Tonight was their last night in Hogwarts. The warm blanket that School had kept them wrapped in, was about to disappear, and despite hopes and new projects to go on to, the mood was quiet around the Seventh-year dorms of all four Houses as belongings were loaded into trunks one last time.

As the Ten made their way to dinner, Hermione stepped back beside Lavender, whose face wore that worried look again. Hermione linked her arm through her house-mate’s, {What’s wrong, Lavender?. I’m sensing deep unease, and I haven’t had your last phial yet}. Lavender looked deeply uncertain, chewing the inside of her cheek, she glanced up at the Elemental, her eyes round, {Oh, Hermione. I’m late. A week, to be precise. Though I’m getting the cramps, there’s been no show yet, and I’m really worried}.

Hermione could feel the whole Ritual start to unravel around her. No, maybe something could be saved. It was too late to ask Dean and Susie to step in. Besides, she wasn’t sure that their relationship was at the right stage, yet. Could they do it with eight?}. She shook herself, coming back to the girl before her, feeling slightly guilty that she’d let thoughts of the Ritual take first place. {Sorry, Lavender, zoned out for a moment there}. She regarded the frightened girl before her, {Come on, we’ve got twenty minutes before dinner. Let me dowse you, ‘cos if you are, I cannot let you and Seamus take part in the Ritual}. Lavender nodded ruefully and allowed herself to be led away to their quarters. Hermione sending to the others, {No worries, back soon. Girlie chat, don’t you know. See you all at dinner}.

They raced up to their rooms. Hermione sat Lavender down, drilling her with questions. Breast tenderness?. No more than usual. Nausea?. No. Hermione pulled her wand out, and charged her hands with the tip, she murmured into Lavender’s mind, {I can’t dowse you through clothes. Push your t-shirt up and unzip your jeans, please, then lie back on the bed. This won’t take more than a few moments}. Lavender obeyed without question. She had a feeling this was going to be nothing like an Auror’s or a Medic’s dowse.

She was right. She felt the crackle of power the moment Hermione laid her hands on her quivering belly, kneading gently with her fingertips, her head flung back, trying to ‘read’. Her thumbs passing over and over, almost massaging her, the sensuality of the feelings running through her, made Lavender moan. {Nearly done now. Sorry about this, Lavender}. The Elemental knew what effect she was having on the girl lying splayed out below her, {It’s not real, it’s just the Magic}. In that moment, Lavender understood the changes in Snape and others who had been in close contact with this girl and smiled. Hermione completed the dowse and drew away, shaking her hands out vigorously, sitting on her heels.

{I don’t know what you wanted the outcome of this to be, Lavender, but I can most emphatically say that you are not pregnant}.

In a swift move, Lavender sat up, throwing her arms about Hermione and kissed her full on the mouth, {Thank you, ‘Mione, thank you so much}. Hermione backed off, {Steady on now}, she grinned and untangled an ecstatic Lavender from around her. {Come on. Zip up, and let’s go to dinner}. Hermione jumped down from the bed, turning away while Lavender arranged her clothes, and the two girls made their way to the Hall.