Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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Summoning Dobby to request Dinner, they dined sumptuously, feeding and cuddling with their daughter, a quiet evening spent together, putting her to sleep in her cradle, then gentle love-making until they both slept again.

They didn’t surface until late the next morning, emerging for an early lunch looking radiant. Harry had the baby strapped around him. Ginny appeared also. Hermione was missing. {Where is she, Ginny?}, Ginny rolled her eyes, {Where d’you think, idiots!. She’s boob-deep in books, if I know my Missy, writing your bonding ritual}. The boys shared a secret smile and Harry threw his arm around his soon-to-be-permanent-bondmate and kissed him. Neither of them was fully containing their excitement, the feeling spreading around the table. Albus was praying to every kind of Magic he knew to let the next 24 hours pass without incident.

Ginny found her Missy in the lab after she’d eaten, stroking her completed Potion bottle with a finger, her head laid on the desk on one arm. {I hope to fuck this works, Girlie, otherwise we’re dust}. Ginny threw her arms around her Missy, gathering her to her, leaning down and kissing her, {Trust yourself, my love. I trust you with my life). Hermione turned into her lover’s stomach, her shoulders shaking with sobs, {That’s the problem. Everyone trusts me too much. What if this is all wrong? I feel that lives rest in the balance here. Mine, yours. Friends, loved ones and the whole fucking future. My shoulders don’t feel big enough to hold all this}, she sent between fits of weeping.

{I’ve tried to write a ceremony, but everything comes out crap. I don’t know what I’m doing}, she wailed, holding her Girlie tight. Ginny sat in Hermione’s lap pulling her close, kissing her hair, {Come on, when does this stuff work best, hey?}. She answered herself, {When you don’t try too hard and let everything come according to where you are. I expect that’s how this big Ritual will play itself out too. You work on instinct. It’s part of being an Elemental, my love. You have to trust yourself. That’s why we all trust you. We’re not laying our lives on your neck, love. We’re all here by choice and destiny. You’re a facilitator. Stop taking the big role. We step back and let the others do the big stuff. We’re just the back room boys, the oily rags}. That made Hermione laugh. Minor but necessary. Suddenly her lover, in a few glib words had put it all in perspective for her. She remembered Severus’ words to the effect that Potions were only as good as the Passion of their makers. Well, fuck, she’d added plenty of passion. At the end of the day, she’d done her goddamn best, and she could do no more than that.

With that thought she thanked her Girlie, before rising and kissing her like there was no tomorrow. The kiss heated in seconds, Hermione laying her Girlie out over the central bench and taking her with eager fingers and an even more urgent mouth. They didn’t hear the latch nor even the door opening, then clicking shut again in a nano-second, a stunned Potions Master scurrying away in a state of shock. He leaned against a wall digesting the information in his head for a moment, going bright red, before pointing his wand at his temple and uttering the erase memory charm.

A short while later, Hermione and Ginny emerged giggling from the lab. Hermione was carrying the bonding potion trying not to hyperventilate. Her heart was in her throat, she was so nervous. Her tools were all laid out, she was as prepared as she could possibly be. As they reached their room, Ginny took the Potion gently from Hermione’s clutching fingers. Laying it somewhere safe, then led her Missy to bed, using an array of toys, made her see stars, before collapsing over her in her own release and they both slept awhile, their mouths pressed together.

They both awoke at roughly the same time. This is it. Hermione’s first ritual. She bathed, Ginny washing her hair. She arrayed herself in her formal robes doused in her favourite perfume for good measure. It was certainly making Ginny weak at the knees, {What is it, Missy?}. Hermione grinned, {An old Muggle perfume, made from many essences. Shalimar by Guerlain. My absolute favourite, and fitting for tonight, I feel}. Ginny grinned at her Missy, she was so going to do this by intuition, she’d started already. Her scent, while not overpowering, was intoxicating. Ginny’s senses reeled. Whether from the perfume, the grass, or a mixture of the two she wasn’t sure, she didn’t care.

Hermione packed all she needed into a small shoulder bag, mentally checking off a list. Potion, fabric, staple-gun, spare staples. She’d read the tomes meticulously. There were many ways to bear Witness. Eyes and ears. Or eyes or ears. She’d selected ears over eyes. She carried on her check. Spliffs, check, a means to light them, check, for relaxation, for both couples, Ginny looking somewhat apprehensive until Hermione placed her hands either side of her Girlie’s face, letting both thumbs play over her cheekbones, chin, then mouth, toying her lower lip downwards, covering Ginny’s mouth with her own, her lips parting, capturing Ginny’s tongue in her own mouth, twining her own about it, dissolving, until Ginny retreated bringing her back, {Come on, Missy, we’ve got work to do}.

They made their way slowly to the boys’ flat, tapping nervously on the door. Harry admitted them. Draco was feeding the baby. Both boys had damp hair and were dressed only in their dressing gowns as instructed. Hermione climbed onto a chair in the bedroom, and with Ginny’s help, she stapled a large piece of cloth to the ceiling, creating a barrier wall, the bed to one side. She borrowed the two chairs from the desk in the living room, placing them on the other side of the curtain. The dressing table was on the side of the curtain with the chairs and she laid out her tools, Potion, essence pot, athame, goblet, joints, matches, a rolled parchment, ink and a quill.

She rejoined the others in the lounge, shaking out her hands after laying simple goodwill charms about her tools, ‘Work well for me tonight, let the ritual be a success, blessed be’. She sat on the floor in the lounge watching Draco feed the baby, {I think it’s best if she’s asleep for this}, she sent. Draco smiled, {I’d feel a bit weird doing this while she’s awake. I don’t want her corrupted at such a young age}, they all chuckled.

Ginny was also watching, a look of longing in her eyes. Hermione caught the look, gently quizzing her lover. Ginny looked down, her send a mere whisper, {I’d love kids one day, Missy. Not a huge family like mine, just a couple, a boy and a girl}, she could feel her cheeks colour. Hermione gathered her Girlie to her and kissed her hot cheek, {If you want them, my love, then you shall have them, but only if you carry them. To be honest, I’ve never fancied the idea myself. Being pregnant, that is. But I’d be happy to play ‘Dad’. And}, her send dropped to a whisper, {Just as there’s a Potion for Harry, there’s one for us. To mix the genes. We will need a donation from someone male, but I could make one for us. Our child will be mine and yours genetically with the application of some considerable Magic}. Ginny was awed, {You’d do this for us, Missy?}. Hermione nodded.

Ginny threw her arms around her lover pushing her over and kissed her forcefully. Draco and Harry looked on, then at each other and shrugged. Obviously something very important had just transpired for their Elemental and her bond-mate. Harry sent a careful, {Ladies?}. Hermione held Ginny tight, {Harry’s asking. Can I tell?}. Ginny looked up with love into Hermione’s eyes and nodded once, so she did, {Ginny wants my babies, not yet, but one day, and I said yes}, she giggled into the send, holding her Girlie tight. Harry laughed aloud, connecting with his Dragon then the other two, {Girls, if you need any, erm, assistance, donations and the like for Potions or whatever, then you only have to ask, and I-er-we would be happy to oblige}. Ginny, with tears in her eyes jumped up and held her Magi tight, careful of the baby at Draco’s breast. Harry kissed the exuberant girl on the cheek, {Well, a momentous night all round}.

Draco winded and changed his daughter, laying her in Harry’s arms. They all watched her drop into sleep, her tiny hands waving and her lips smacking. Draco excused himself for a few moments to wash while Harry laid their child in her cradle, rocking her for a while. Hermione went into the kitchen, fetching a couple of small glasses.

She stood on the threshold of the bedroom. Harry was sure Cariad was asleep, Draco had returned. They were ready. {Boys, get under the covers and slip off your gowns}. They did so. Ginny held the two glasses as Hermione popped the seal on the bottle and carefully measured the Potion into them. {After you’ve drunk this, things will happen rather quickly. Ginny and I will witness from behind this curtain. No silencing charms please. To spare your blushes, we do not need to see, but we do need to hear in order to bear witness. I will send the instructions as appropriate. Cariad may wake and cry as the Bond itself happens, it’s a bit intense, if ours were anything to go by, but you must ignore it until the last crackle of energy has left you, and if anything is to be seen around Cariad after the Bond, then you do not touch it. I know not what this will be, but if all goes correctly, then she will show a sign of some sort. The texts are vague at this point and I’m flying blind, but if all is well, then there will be something. Keep your connections wide open. The castle is well defended tonight. Have no fear, and enjoy the Bond. It’s flippin’ wicked}. They all laughed.

Ginny stood to one side as Hermione took the glasses and handed one each to the boys, then pointed to her cheeks, they each kissed her, she bowed slightly and she and Ginny retreated behind the curtain.

Draco and Harry looked at each other, then the Potion in their glasses. Harry gave it a cautious sniff, blackcurrant and apple. He shrugged, grinning at his beloved, then raised his glass, {Shall we?}. They wound their forearms each about the other and drank it down in one swallow. Harry took Draco’s glass and laid them both on his nightstand.

They looked into each other’s eyes. Nothing. Yet.

Then a surge of desire rising like a mist behind their eyes. They reached for each other, closer they came, closer still, the heat mounting with unimaginable force, Hermione’s soft send in the backs of their minds, {Let it take you, let it wash over you, claim you, this is your power, now feel it}. There was no time for anything, just a pressing of hot cocks and bodies together, tongues deep in the other’s mouths, a hand each curled around their joined cocks, wild movement, moans, absence of breath and both came crying the other’s name.

As their breath cooled, Draco giggled, {Bloody hell that was quicker than Christmas Day!}. Harry sent, {Is that it?}. Hermione breathlessly replied, {No. Get your breath back. Connect from forehead to toes, then kiss, long and deep, keep the kiss going until the last vestige has passed from you. Only then separate. If Cariad cries, you have to try your best to ignore it. Difficult, I know, but trust me on this. This is the bond. Now kiss.

They did. Slowly. Nothing at first, then the kiss deepened, their tongues joining, swirling. Then they felt it, like a thousand electric shocks coursing through them, it almost hurt. Their channels were wide open and everyone in the castle felt it, like a burning throughout their bodies, but sweet too, with a languorous side note that made the Six instinctively reach for their mates and kiss them senseless. Lavender sobbed into Seamus’ chest, {It’s worked, hasn’t it?}.

In the staff room, where the Order and the Staff were sequestered, the jolt went around the room in an instant. Tonks beamed and Severus wept, then all smiled. Albus, who was sitting with them declaimed, {Ladies and Gentlemen, we have two fully bonded Magi under our roof. I think this calls for a little celebration, don’t you?}, he broke out the firewhisky.

The last crackle of the Magic left them. Draco slowly sat up, checking on his daughter. She was still sound asleep, but what he saw made him gasp, {‘Mione, I think you need to see this}. She disengaged herself from the deep kiss she was enjoying with her Girlie and grabbed athame and goblet. {Make yourselves decent, guys, I’m coming through, and don’t touch}.

The boys threw their gowns over their lower bodies and sat up dazed and flushed. Both gazed at their child. Hermione ripped down the dividing curtain, stepping through. She first went to her newly bonded Magi, observing correct protocol and kissed them both, then turned to the cradle.

Cariad lay asleep, she tossed and fretted a bit, but she still slept, on her back, her arms waving, her legs trying to kick. Above her floated a ball of blue light, about five centimetres in diameter, revolving slowly six inches above the baby’s stomach. Hermione gasped, then laughed. She approached the cradle, cautiously viewing the light from all sides. She leaned over the cradle and the ball of light lifted slightly, moving above the child’s head. Hermione’s brow furrowed, she was stumped for now. She assumed her thinking face and everyone stayed quiet.

Hermione gazed at the baby, then leaned in undoing her napkin. There was a tiny bubble of spit in the corner of Cariad’s mouth. Hermione gently leaned in, scooping it up with the edge of the goblet. Her little foot was waving in the air, the blue light illuminated a tiny patch on the child’s heel and Hermione understood. With a lightning fast swipe of the dagger, she opened a tiny cut on the child’s foot and collected two drops of blood. The baby wailed, just once, then her bladder relaxed. Hermione made her collection, then kissed the tiny foot, licking healed the small cut. “Thank you, oh bond-babe, for your essences. They will be used well. Sleep now and be comforted, for your parents are now counted among the truly wise, and don’t think badly of your Auntie ‘Mione, I’m not horrid, really I’m not”.

They all smiled at this. The boys looked at each other as Hermione crooned over the baby. Ginny watched them kiss, then turned her attention to her bond-mate, who was chasing the ball of light into her goblet with her dagger. When it was trapped within, she laid the athame across the goblet, effectively sealing it. Only then did she let out a huge sigh of relief. She placed the goblet on the dressing table, the knife balanced across the rim, then sank to the ground exhausted. Her eyes filled with tears and she crumpled to the ground sobbing.

Ginny was at her lover’s side in a heartbeat. The boys flung on their gowns and were soon kneeling around her, all held her tight. She was shaking like a leaf, sobbing but exultant. {It really worked, didn’t it?}. She looked up shyly at her Magi, her eyes big and round. They both kissed her, Draco hugged her tight, {Yes, it worked. I think the whole school felt it. Is there anything else we need to do, ‘Mione?, because I think milady needs some more grub}. Hermione stood shakily, {Yes, just one more thing, to bind us four closer}. She turned and took up her dagger, sinking it into the goblet, into the light, leaving the essences untouched.

The blue light darkened and went out, transfiguring into pale smoke, that drifted and wafted above the goblet, threatening to escape, {Quick, we must all partake. Harry, you first}, Harry sipped at the smoke, {A bit more}, Hermione encouraged, he took a proper lungful, held it down, she held the goblet to Draco’s lips, he followed suit, then Ginny, then herself. She laid her athame over the goblet again, trapping everything left beneath it. As each exhaled, no smoke came back and Hermione smiled as she felt a wave of intoxication sweep through her. She glanced at Ginny who was clearly feeling the same, although it didn’t seem to have affected the boys. This was how it should be. She placed her goblet and dagger down safely, indicating that all four should climb onto the bed. They all sat cross-legged and held hands and just opened their private foursome channel as the Bond took hold, making them all laugh and feel giddy for a while.

Suddenly Hermione reached out to Harry and pulled him to her kissing him properly, tongues and all. A crackle, but different this time. Ginny caught her cue and reached for Draco doing the same. Then they swapped over, Elemental and bond-mate were each kissed deeply by both of their Magi. The experience left the girls somewhat red of face and bright-eyed, not to mention tired to the bone.

Harry felt wide awake as did Draco. He wanted to know more about what he was capable of, but he could see the girls were exhausted. Hermione, for her part, could have quite cheerfully curled up and passed out at the end of the boys’ bed, but Ginny brought her round with entreaties and gentle kisses. Hermione eventually sat up, dazed and groggy, rubbing at her eyes. In a trance, she gathered up her tools and, winding an arm around her Girlie, they wished their Mages goodnight and staggered off to their own room. They were greeted with cheers from the other Six as they descended to their own floor, but were too tired to do anything but smile as they wished everyone a good night and closed their door.

Ginny put her lover to bed, kissing her and covering her up, then sat up beside her in bed and smoked a couple of the joints that they had not needed, stroking Hermione with a lazy hand, Bugger, the ashtray was on Hermione’s side. Should she reach over. She extended her hand and sent, wordlessly, {Accio ashtray}, and had a moment’s deep satisfaction as the thing glided into her hand. She giggled as she stubbed the roaches out, then blew out the candle and curled up behind her beloved and fell asleep, dreaming of babies and a round full belly extending before her.