Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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Harry woke next morning to an empty bed. He fumbled his glasses on and glanced in the cradle, empty. He lay there a moment collecting his wits, then rubbed his eyes rising from their bed, wrapping his gown around him and headed into the lounge. He stood a moment, studying his bond-mate. Draco had Cariad in his lap, she was asleep with his hand under her head. He had a pile of small pieces of parchment to one side, dealing with them one at a time, consulting a list as he crossed something out, then added further text in his beautiful hand. He started placing each into envelopes, sealing each with his ring. He started as Harry spoke, whipping his head around, clutching his chest, {Harry!!, you caught me there}. Harry wrapped his sleepy arms around his lover, {Sorry, love, didn’t mean to startle you. What are you up to?}.

Draco grinned and pointed to the pile of envelopes, {Thank you notes. For all the amazing things that people made or bought for Cariad. I made a list on the night we got everything. I need Dumbledore to fill in all the addresses, then we Owl this lot out}.

Harry kissed him, {That’s sweet, Dragon}. Draco returned the kiss, {Behave, Harry. It’s not sweet, it’s just good manners}, he turned from his lover and continued his task. Harry felt chastened. He’d never sent a thank you note in his life. He picked one up and read it. Detailing the baby’s birthdate, weight, hair and eye colour and full name, then a personalised thank you for the particular gift, even those they hadn’t much liked. A coatee in lurid colours. Bootees hand knitted in odd sizes. There was a heartfelt note for everyone. {Come on, Harry, everything was made with feeling, even the stuff we don’t like. They deserve thanks for the thought if nothing else}. Harry kissed his Dragon deeply, relieved him of Cariad and left him to it.

He laid a sleeping Cariad on the kitchen table while he completed the ritual of the Morning Coffee. Nice and strong. Draco couldn’t handle the caffeine, but today Harry needed it, he had a feeling that today would be busy. As he drank, his daughter awoke. He extended a finger, let her grasp it, taste it, then smile. He sent to his lover, {She’s got your smile. You need to see this, love}. In seconds, Draco was in the kitchen witnessing his daughter’s second smile. As he scooped her up, the smile was aimed in his direction and he fell in love all over again.

Harry rose and held them both. All three rocked together for a while. Cariad dozed off again. They laid her in her cradle then ran a deep bath strictly for the grown-ups. For the first time in a while, Harry could lean back against his Dragon, and enjoy his relaxed sponging. Draco washed his Lion’s hair then his own. He let the water out, then replaced it with fresh, holding Harry against him. He tipped back that dark wet head onto his shoulder and claimed that lush mouth with his own, running his hands over Harry’s body, grasping his cock, pumping him hard, {I want you, Harry. Want you inside me}. Harry could feel Draco hard, pressing into his lower back, {Are you sure, beloved?}. {Let’s get out of this bath and I’ll show you}.

They dried each other, Harry on his knees, gently nibbling on Draco’s cock until his bond-mate pushed him gently away, {No, Harry. Take me back to bed. Make love to me. I’m ready for you. I want you, slowly}. Harry complied, relishing the feeling of being inside his Dragon for the first time in many weeks, watching his lover come undone beneath him, kept him at the edge, speeding up, then slowing, holding his lover on the brink, relenting, speeding his thrusts, deepening them, taking them both over the edge crying out loud.

They took their time dressing. Draco was back in his sexiest jeans and Harry was tempted to peel them off his lover and take him again, but desisted, sending instead, {I’m going to take those off you later, babe}. By way of reply, Draco donned his tightest t-shirt, plain black, unadorned by logo or design. Harry’s mouth went dry at the sight.

Draco saw the effect he was having on his bond-mate and grinned, {Steady, Lion. You know we’ve never tested if the Bond worked you know. I mean the cutting thing}, he went into the kitchen and was in there awhile, until Harry called him, he emerged holding up the tip of his middle finger, pad outwards, the paring knife in his right hand. Harry shrugged, {Didn’t feel a thing}. Draco handed over the knife and turned his back, Harry made a tiny cut on his forearm, then turned. No reaction from his lover. He threw his arms around Draco, {Now we know it worked, whatever our Magic levels}. They held each other foreheads together as they absorbed the enormity of this.

Harry chuckled, {You know, I feel just like an eighteen year old boy right now, not a bonded Mage at all}. Draco nuzzled Harry’s forehead, {Hur hur, me too!. No, seriously, I know what you mean, love. I feel the same way sometimes. Then every now and again I feel this surge that could rip me wide open}. They took a moment to just be, then Draco tied the baby around Harry and they went to find breakfast.

They could hear her before they could see her, a booming voice carrying into the Entrance Hall. They grinned at each other, Bertha.

“What ho, Chaps”, she bellowed as they entered. Harry put his finger over his lips, “Sssh, she’s still asleep”, he tapped his forehead, {Sorry, Harry. Let’s get a look at her then. Well, isn’t she a fine specimen and no mistake. After breakfast, with your permission, gents, I’ll dowse her, see what she’s made of. Have you done your Mage-Bond yet?}. Harry nodded, {Five days ago, but we’ve not tested our powers yet, just been resting and taking it easy, there’s nothing to tell us how much magic we can use around a new-born. Molly tells us not to do much for the first week or two}.

Bertha fished into her enormous bag and produced a wrapped parcel and handed it to Draco. {This should help. Stitch it into the cloth you carry her in, and she’ll be snug as a bug in a rug}. Draco unwrapped it to find a soft cashmere blanket, {It’s the same shield-cloth but a bit stronger and I’ve learned to replicate other fabrics. This will repel everything but the worst Unforgivable Spell. Nothing can stop that I’m afraid. Not yet anyway. Oh, and the cloth’s totally washable}.

They thanked her with feeling and sat down. Bertha cast an appraising eye over Draco, {‘Pon my word, Sonny, you’re gettin’ your figure back quickly enough}. Draco had the good grace to blush.

As Draco and Harry refuelled the shift changed, the girls appeared. Tonks and Kingsley disappeared to be replaced by Remus and Severus needing food. Bertha grinned seeing the arrangements in place and asked, {Do you need any more?, because I’d be more than happy, you know}. Harry smiled and thanked her for her offer seeing the sheer enthusiasm in her eyes, but assured her they had enough for now, but if they should need her..... she subsided happy and tucked into her food.

Remus, on the other hand looked unsettled. He kept glancing at Hermione. She picked it up the third time his eyes raked her. She turned, her send a little cold, {What is it, sir?}, she flashed into his brain, heat accompanying her send even while her expression was frosty. She felt her Girlie in her mind, {Whoa, be nice to him, Missy, you always said you liked this guy, why so cold?}. Hermione turned tired eyes to her lover, {‘Cos everyone wants a piece of me. I’m afraid of burning out here}. In an instant Ginny had her arms around her Missy and Remus sent a tentative apology for disturbing her with his own concerns whilst she was in the middle of such important business.

She was tired but intrigued. {Sorry, sir. I’m just a bit tired. What did you want?. I’m sorry I was rude}. His head dipped, {How many are listening?}. Hermione shrugged, {This is a public channel. For all of us}. {Can we go somewhere more private?}. She searched up and down for his own frequency, finding it with a smile, opening the channel to her Girlie, {Okay go ahead, there’s only me and my Girlie listening}. Remus’ send was a bit desperate.

{I’m going to be no use to you during your Ritual if you intend to hold it at the time of the full moon. I will have to be sequestered, hidden. You know what I am}. Hermione nodded, {Of course I do, and if you need to go to ground, that’s always been all right with us, you know that}. His next send was anguished, {I know, but I want to be rid of it. Is there anything you can do?. Like you did for Severus. More than anything, I would like this curse lifting from me. I know you have extraordinary healing abilities. Is there anything you can do. Please?}

He was pleading with her. Hermione couldn’t resist someone who begged. Ginny rolled her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her bond-mate. {Go and sort him out if you can}. Her eyes glittered and she licked her lips as she regarded her lover. {I’ll have the manacles and blindfold ready}, she made little shooing motions with her hands, {Go}. She went, catching Remus’ hand. Half-dragging him behind her, for all the world looking as if she was leading him off for an afternoon of passion.

Draco and Harry watched as they went, faint horror registering on their faces, {Ginny, what’s she up to?}, their sends shocked.

Ginny grinned, {She’s gonna try and fix him. Take away the Werewolf thing. That’s going to be so powerful}. Draco was astonished, {Is she going to, erm, sleep with him?}. Ginny’s send was feral, {No, she always comes back to me, like the night after your bond, she put us all through a dry-run for the ritual, she snogged all of you, but she still came back to me. I trust her, it’s that simple. She has to do these things for people. Look how happy Snape is now. She may be able to make someone else that happy}. Ginny shrugged, {She’ll do it if she can. Then she’ll come back to me. She may need some special treatment}, Ginny’s send turned all soft and sexy, {But I’m here if she needs me. I always will be}, her smile was wide, her cheeks pink.

The boys regarded her for a long moment, then flicked a glance at each other. The dynamic that these two had was more complicated than they’d first thought. They knew that Hermione was the Dom and Ginny the Sub, but they realised their relationship was subtle and layered. Ginny laughed at Harry’s furrowed brow. {You guys just don’t have a clue, do you?}. Draco regarded her curiously. {For fuck’s sake, I’m the bond-mate of an Elemental}, she rose, laughing ready to leave, {When she gets back, tell her I’m waiting for her. Assuming the position. See you later}, she blew them a kiss and twitched her hips out of there.

Meanwhile, Hermione had her former DADA master up against a wall, her spell hand out, glowering at him, poor Remus scared out of his mind at a Hermione he didn’t know. He held his hands up either side of his head, his eyes big. She covered his hands with hers, pressing him against the cold stone, her face mere centimetres away, {Were you born or made this way?}, she hissed. {Made. I....er...was bitten as a child}.

She relaxed her hold on him and backed off, {Sorry, sir, I had to see it in your eyes, your fear and your desire to change}. She smiled then, a wholly lascivious smirk, {Aside from that, I love a man who begs}. She took his hand and led him to an empty classroom, pointed at the fireplace and a fire lit instantly. {Lie down}, she instructed kneeling beside him and sitting back on her heels, {Where’s the bite?}, she asked gently. He flushed crimson and indicated a spot between the top of his thigh and his hip bone. Hermione rolled her eyes, {It couldn’t have been on your ankle, of course}, then giggled. {Let’s get on with it then. Place your hands at your sides, palms flat to the floor. I’m going to fasten them down}.

He started, {Is that really necessary?. I have no wish to hurt you}. She grinned, {It’s to stop you, erm, reacting inappropriately. This magic seems to generate a, shall we say, erotic field around it, even while it hurts like buggery, and the place on your body where I need to bring my skills to bear will pretty much guarantee such a reaction. So be a good boy and let me tie you down}.

Her purr was already having an effect on him and he complied wordlessly, feeling invisible bonds clamp each wrist firmly to the ground, {Now close your eyes and brace yourself for the pain. If there’s no pain, then it hasn’t worked. Here goes}. He felt his pants being unfastened and tugged down a little way along with his shorts. Then searing heat burning around his bite scar, gentle suction, then three long swipes with a softened tongue. His body involuntarily flexed upwards at the sheer sexiness of the gesture. Then the agony hit, and he howled, a long lupine howl, a big blast of black smoke leaving his mouth as he did so.

Hermione reeled back stunned. The smoke swirled into a wolf-shape and sprang at her. She grinned and batted it away. The smoke dissipated into the air. She quickly leaned in and fastened her former teacher up, glancing at his stunned face. She sat back and watched him as he recovered. She saw the hurt leave his face and a beatific smile spread in it’s place, {I don’t know how to thank you enough for this, Hermione, but I do, with all that is in me. It’s really gone, I can feel it}. She sent, {I know, it took a swipe at me as it left you. Silly little doggie, thinks it can mess with an Elemental}. She threw back her head and laughed aloud, Remus joining in.

She stood up shaking her hands out and rolled her shoulders rotating her head then stood over him, her hands on her hips. He opened his eyes and she read the want in them, she glanced down, other signs plainly visible. She shook her head, {It’s not real, sir, it’s just the after-effects}. It was his turn to grin, {Don’t try and tell me what’s real, Hermione Granger, and it’s Remus, please}.

He felt the bonds snap off his wrists and he sat up, raising his knees and folding over them trying to cover up his arousal, {Sorry about this}, his send mumbled. She reached down and stroked his hair, {It’s all right. I’m sort of getting used to it by now. Don’t be ashamed or anything. It’s where all this magic we have is located. In our sexualities and our sexual personae}. He ventured a look up, {Well it’s certainly changed you, Hermione. It’s changed all of you. I cannot believe Draco Malfoy, from scum of the Earth to all round nice guy}, they both chuckled again. {That’s all Harry’s doing. In fact, all of this is, it all stems from them one way or another, but this is why we all want to make it permanent. I feel like I’ve found the other side of me, the bit that hid under all those books, the cheeky me, the me that likes a laugh and strong intoxicants, the loving me, and I don’t want to lose that ever again}, she sighed and straightened, holding her hand out for Remus.

He grasped it and rose dusting himself down. He noticed Hermione sway out of the corner of his eye and reached for her as she fell, {Whoa, steady on, careful now. D’you need to sit down?}. She shook her head, coming back to herself, {No, thanks, I just need my Girlie, badly, excuse me a moment}, she perched against the edge of a desk and sent, within moments there was a light tap on the door and Ginny entered running straight to her Missy and gathering her in her arms. She shot Remus an I’ll-take-it-from-here look and he nodded, {Will she be all right?}. Ginny smiled, {Yes, I know what she needs. Now go, please, I don’t want my beloved embarrassed}.

With raised eyebrows he turned and left, Hermione beginning to devour her bond-mate’s neck with her tongue. He closed the door and went back along the corridor. He couldn’t help it, he jumped into the air punching up with his fists, “Yes”, he shouted into the rafters. Behind him, he heard a loud moan, a slap, several small mewls of pleasure. He turned back, drawing his wand and laid a strong silencing charm over the door, then nearly skipped back to the Hall.