Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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The next morning. No Magi or Elementals at breakfast. Folk were slightly disappointed but not surprised. However, all showed up for lunch, and for just one afternoon, all the patrols and watches were halted while the Ten, the Staff and the Order all celebrated. Albus had strengthened the wards again, no music today, while their attentions were elsewhere. Draco had expressed enough milk for at least two feeds and allowed himself to get royally pissed and stoned along with everyone else. Hermione had finally agreed to reveal her illegal Muggle Potion ingredient to everyone, passing pre-rolled joints to all and sundry, she was pissed herself, but as always, still in control, making sure that everyone was okay with the smokeables before allowing herself to completely switch off. She noticed Remus and Molly turn a little pale before a slow smile lit their faces. Severus took to grass like a duck to water. Albus loaded a little into his pipe and toked contentedly, declaring, {‘Pon my word, haven’t tasted grass this good since the nineteen sixties}.

The partying carried on into the evening, everyone becoming more and more inebriated. As night drew on, Albus cleared the wards once again and Harry rushed up to their quarters re-appearing with the radio after an anxious few minutes. This was the furthest he and Draco had been apart for nearly a year. Draco’s heart was in his mouth until that familiar dark messy hair appeared, the grin he knew and loved below it, and Harry set the radio to a channel all could enjoy.

He stepped over to his Dragon, who watches him approach with lowered eyelids, he holds his hand out. Draco takes it, rising to his feet, moving to the rhythm, swaying slightly as Harry catches him in his arms. Draco spins them both around, feeling the beats in his feet, no big belly weighing him down. Ginny with Cariad in her arms, his baby safe, he lets go, and really danced with his beloved, holding his eyes as they turn and fly apart then together for a kiss as their hips grind. Then they remember where they are as the Ten cheer in dirty tones, blushing and pulling apart slightly, Draco’s fingers raking Harry’s hair tugging his head backwards, his lips parting. As the track ends, Draco opens his own mouth over Harry’s and they kiss bonded and unashamed in front of the assembled company. To cheers all round.

As the night progressed, various of the Oldies filtered off, laughing and sending fond goodnights leaving the night to the young. Hermione passed out a fresh round of spliffs, all of the Ten now dancing. Dobby appeared silently, leaving another crate of lager. Hermione blew him a kiss before he ‘popped’ away again with a smile.

Cans popped, long swallows taken, the intoxication levels rising. Hermione giggled sitting next to her bond-mate, {If we can be like this, then the Ritual will be a doddle}. Ginny couldn’t help but agree. She laid the now sleeping baby on the table, and the girls hemmed her about with cloaks and spare bits of clothing to stop her rolling off, then stepped out to dance. Draco glanced at the table, seeing Cariad asleep and shored around, he relaxed again, knowing she could come to no harm.

Draco was really enjoying himself and his Harry, when he heard a wail that stopped him in his tracks. He turned. Ron held up a hand, {‘S okay. She doesn’t know our smell, but she’s getting used to it}. Harry and Draco watched. Harry holding his Dragon, murmuring into his mind, {Trust him, okay?}. Ron eased the bottle into Cariad’s mouth, who decided to trust this big redhead who spoke in a deep voice but gently fed her, she sucked with pleasure. Another feeder. Ron glanced at his best friend and his bond-mate, grinning, {As you were. I’ve got this, okay}.

Blaise’s arms around him, both looked with wonder into the baby’s innocent face. Hermione saw the whole scene and smiled behind her fingers, her eyes brimming over with tears. She sent to her bond-mate lying on her shoulder, taken by music, {Baby, look at your brother and his bond-mate}. Ginny came out of her semi-trance and looked at her brother, Cariad laid across his lap, rocking slowly as he fed her. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched. Her face crumpled a bit, {Babe, is there anything we could do for them?}, her send was filled with anguish as she watched Ron, his big arm cradling the tiny child like a natural, clearly loving the experience, grinning as she took her milk from the bottle.

She was an Elemental, bonded at that. To two fully bonded Magi. At this moment, pissed and wrecked, she had no idea what she or they were capable of, but she sent a random thought to her Magi as they danced, {Could we get Ron pregnant between us?. Look at him with Cariad}. They looked, then at each other, then back to Ron crooning over their child, holding her correctly, burping her, wiping her mouth, laying her down, talking and laughing into her open eyes, Blaise joining in, kissing her tiny fingers and toes. They saw the look he gave his Ron, then decided, {If we can, we will. We just don’t know yet}. Hermione purred into their ears as they sat, {There’s a power that Harry has that no-one in the whole world has}. Drunk as he was , Harry sat up and took notice, {What’s that, my ‘Mione?}, he purred by return.

{Tell you soon, babe, when I’m not so off my head. I think we can solve all the problems with time, love and lots of Magic, not to mention oodles of juicy sex}, she signed off from her Magi and ground into her Girlie on the dancefloor, giggling, feeling the high. She lit another spliff and sent a cheeky jolt to the Ten, keeping the energy going.

In minutes, Cariad was safe again behind her walls of discarded clothing, that grew as the night progressed. Posh robes discarded down to vests or t-shirts and jeans, shoes lost, socks, ‘til everyone was dancing in bare feet, rocking it, grinding into their lovers and as they all swapped, others, swapping again, the bump and grind building,

Neville and Hermione doing a grind to the floor and back before handing on again, Hermione running her hand through Pansy’s thick black bob, then a hot hand up and down her body, Pansy flexing into her touch, then rolling away, meeting Draco next, she threaded her arms around his neck and kissed him, {Hmm, very nice}, she sent as she devoured him with her tongue them passed on, leaving him gasping.

To Ron. She cupped her hands around his face, her thumbs on his cheeks, her fingers behind his ears bringing his face close to hers, twining a hand into his thick red hair, she tasted her best friend for the first time, opening her mouth to his tongue, expecting wet and sloppy, but being completely surprised at the eroticism of her best friend’s kiss, deep, wet, but just right, she sank for a while into Ron’s kiss, feeling his hardness against her hip before moving on.

Her head flung back as Harry swung her around in his dance claiming her lush mouth, tasting his best friend for the first time, moaning into her mouth as she kissed him. Ginny giggled into her mind as Draco’s mouth opened over hers, tasting her again,{Missy, what are we doing?}. Hermione’s growl came over loud and clear, {We’re joining, my love. To our friends and bond-mates and our Magi and the army. And this is the way we do it. It may seem a bit lascivious to you, but forgive me}. Hermione rose and started to dance, out on the floor by herself, grinding her hips, rolling her torso, raising her arms above her head as she danced, shaking her booty. As she danced, the rest of the Ten got back up and danced with their Elemental, touching her, grinding against her, until they fell away leaving her staring into her lover’s eyes. She invited her Girlie in, saving the best dance for last, grinding against her Girlie, finally showing her true emotions as she danced with Ginny, letting all the passion out as they danced, not quite, but nearly, coming on the dancefloor, dipping and grinding with each other

This was the most power she’d shown, and she blearily looked at the effects, she laughed and sent, {And you all thought you were going to get squicked by the Ritual}, she howled laughing, {If we all behave like this, then it’ll be a cinch}, and everyone realised with a jolt that however wrecked she was, she had just put them through a dry run, and got to snog her favourite folk into the bargain, all to the strains of Aguilera’s ‘Dirrrrty’.

Harry sank his head into his hands. He felt his bond-mate’s send, {She’s a trollop, isn’t she?}. Harry could do nought but giggle. {Yesterday wasn’t easy for her. Come on, she’s put her heart and soul into this. She just needs to cut loose. The thing is, her cutting loose is friggin’ dangerous. Look how she affects everyone around her. She even had Neville dirty dancing for fuck’s sake}, Harry was in fits laughing.

Then 50 cent on the radio, Candy Shop, the volume turned up. Hermione grinding against her lover, the girls moving as one, everyone else intoxicated, watching and dancing, faces flushing, the heat building. Hermione felt a random send, {You’re fuckin’ evil ‘Mione, you wicked Witch, you}, in a seductive tone, Pansy purring into her mind. What she sent in return had the girl reddening to her roots, then shaking her booty wildly towards the Elemental brushing up against her. Hermione ran her hand into the back of Pansy’s black bob, gently tugging the dark girl’s head back, glaring sexily into her dark eyes, {Evil, no. Wicked, most assuredly}, then kissed her, her tongue infiltrating, devouring the small Slytherin girl, unhinging her. Hermione swung away, passing Pansy back to her partner.

Ginny watched all this with mounting amusement. No-one could keep a lid on her Missy, but whatever she did, she always came back to her Girlie. She held her now, {Forgive me, Girlie, for bein’ such a tart, but these people needed tellin’}, she slurred into Ginny’s mind. Ginny held her Missy tight as they danced, {Ssshhh, I know what you’re doin’ lover. I don’t mind, honestly I don’t, how could I?}. Hermione gazed into those pale emerald eyes, felt Ginny’s arms about her neck and sank. Into her lover’s soft kisses, her love. She felt tiredness wash over her and sagged against her bond-mate. Ginny felt the change in weight against her, and led Hermione off the dancefloor.

Hermione sagged against the wall feeling the tiredness in every fibre, she was crashing, hitting the wall. Ginny sensed this and hoisted Hermione to her feet holding her against her side, She sent, {We’re off to crash out, folks. G’night all}, to many well-meaning and heartfelt ‘Goodnight’s’, they staggered off to bed.

They all watched Ginny lead a semi-comatose Hermione out, saluting the Elemental, one and all, Pansy gently shaking her head, still feeling the heated kiss on her lips.

Ginny had to undress her Missy, making her sip some water before she fell over into a deep sleep. Ginny was still buzzing and rolled a couple of small blunts, opening the window, sitting on the sill, her legs curled up underneath her and smoking one after the other, feeling the buzz hit her, smiling into the dark, then turning and gazing at her Missy, deeply asleep. Even though she couldn’t see beneath the covers, she knew her Missy had her fists wedged firmly between her knees.