Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

4

There was a polite cough from one of the portraits near the inner door to the common room. A butler figure bowed and said the fat lady had a message for a Harry Potter. Harry retrieved it. A parchment, sealed with Draco’s ring. Hermione glanced at it, at Harry’s flushed face. “Look, Harry, Ron needs some time to think about all this. Leave him alone for now”. She nodded at the parchment Harry held, and smiled. “Go to him, Harry, you can barely contain yourself. Go. Just go. Sort Ron out later”, she grinned. Harry blew her a kiss as he left.

As he reached the room, Draco flung the door open, snatching him inside, covering Harry’s mouth with his own urgent lips, pressed against the door, his hands forced up his back, bent back over them, a muscular, lean thigh pressed between his own, feeling his lover hard against his hip, knowing Draco could feel him too. Harry thrust upwards, not completing the feint. Instead, preferring the feel of Draco’s spare hand up the front of his t-shirt, stiffening his nipples, light scratches over his belly, unbuttoning his jeans, reaching in. He moaned as Draco’s mouth found his, their tongues meshing. Draco let the pressure off, allowing Harry’s arms around him. They pulled each other deeper, Harry’s leg hooked around Draco’s making them closer still. He briefly relinquished his captive long enough to lie him down on a soft nest of blankets and magic a fire to warm them as clothes disappeared, and, Harry, in a total surge of lust, possessed his Dragon every which way, pliant and willing beneath him.

They lay, sated and warm before the fire, Draco sprawled across Harry who was flat on his back running his fingers through Draco’s hair, “Thanks, love, I needed that”. Harry felt Draco’s lashes flutter open, “I thought you might need rescuing. How did this morning go?”. “Actually, Hermione was her usual amazing self, and Ron flew off the handle, nothing abnormal there, but she reckons he’s jealous. He definitely seemed to be more distressed at the idea of me being with a guy, and she reckons he’s kept it quiet, thinking I was straight all these years”. Draco sighed, “That’s really fucked-up, Harry. I’m sorry. What happens now?”.

Harry disentangled himself and sat up, as a wave of shock washed over him. He turned to Draco, his eyes huge. He pressed his lips tight together, {Do you realise we’ve been talking for two minutes, and neither of us has said a word?}

Draco was as stunned as Harry. {Shut your eyes, love, how much can you ‘read’?}. Harry concentrated, {Nothing apart from what you send me. I’m not seeing your memories or your mind. How about you?}.

{The same, hang on a sec, though, there’s something we need to test here}. Draco turned away and rummaged amongst his clothes. He undid his prefect’s badge, and with his back still turned, jabbed the ball of his thumb with the pin. “Ow”, came from behind him. He whipped his head round to find Harry with his left thumb in his mouth, frowning.

Draco smiled, {So this is why we fell so hard, so fast}, he held out his thumb, a bead of blood on the tip. Harry gently licked away the drop, and took Draco into his arms, {We’d better see if this works both ways. What did you stick yourself with?}. Draco turned, and handed Harry the badge. Harry turned away and spiked it into his upper thigh. He heard Draco gasp, then, {Oh, fuck!. Harry!}. Harry looked, and was horrified. A tiny drop of blood bloomed on Draco’s thigh, exactly where Harry had pricked himself. Harry had felt the pain, but there was no mark on his thumb. {This is dangerous, Dragon. We need to find out more. We need to tell Dumbledore}.

{Whoa, there. Let’s try and find out a bit for ourselves before we go running to teacher. The fewer people that know about this, the better. I think, though, that we ought to get our arses down to the library, pronto}. Draco made to get up, but Harry restrained him, grinning wickedly, {I think the library can wait another hour, don’t you. I’d like to see if this works when we make love}. It did

Dazed and flushed, they separated and made their way down to lunch. Harry sat with Hermione. Ron was studiously ignoring them and was sitting further down the table between Seamus and Neville. He shot Harry the occasional glum look. Harry excused himself. Hermione nodded. He came up behind Ron, placing both hands on his shoulders, leaning down. “Ron, we need to talk about all this, come for a walk with me after tonight’s dinner, yeah?”. Ron stiffened as he felt Harry’s hands on him, but nodded to the request.

Harry resumed his seat. {Can you hear me, lover?}. {Yes}. {Dragon, can I tell Hermione?. For starters, she either knows what we are already, or could be big help to us this afternoon. I know she won’t blab. I trust her with my life}. {I know, but if she knows, then I have to trust her with mine, too.}. Harry nodded, forgetting that they weren’t face to face. Hermione quizzed, “Harry, why are you nodding to yourself?”. Harry’s head came up, “Mmm, what?. Sorry, miles away”, he turned his attention to food, eating enough to feed three. Draco popped into his thoughts, {Okay, you can tell her, but not Ron, not until you and he are sorted out, I mean}.

{Thanks, love. I’d much rather be doing delicious things to your luscious body, than spending hours in the library}{Stop that, you naughty boy! I can barely sit down as it is}. Harry couldn’t help himself, and laughed out loud. This time Hermione nudged Harry hard in the ribs, “Excuse me, would you mind not re-living your recent, erm, exploits, while I’m trying to eat”, she hissed, sotto voce. Harry grinned at her, “It’s not that. ‘Mione, are you busy this afternoon?. Only I, erm-we need your help with something”, his voice had dropped to a low conspiratorial level. She leaned in close to listen. “I can’t tell you in here, too many ears, but I get a feeling we’re on the edge of something huge. Can we go to the library after lunch?”

“Let’s go now, while most folk are in here still”. “Good idea, we’ll have the place to ourselves, give me a second”. {Babe. ‘Mione and I are off to the library now, join us in half an hour, yeah?}{Yes, all right, see you in a bit. I need to be a git to this lot. They’re giving me a hard time about where I’ve been lately}. Harry chuckled as they left the hall. He flicked a glance at the back of Draco’s head, {Love you, babe}. {Love you, too}, came the reply.

They found seats in the furthest corner of the Restricted Section. (Hermione as Head Girl of Gryffindor had her own key). Breathlessly, Harry told her, and watched her eyes widen, then she winced as he related the pin moment, mentioning almost as an afterthought that they could now do wandless spells. She didn’t even reach for a book, just slumping in her chair, staring straight ahead of her. “Higher Magicians – both of you, more than Empath, Telepath too. I suspect that you’re probably Telempaths. Very powerful together, but a liability to each other until the Bonding Process is complete. According to this book I have at home, this involves having a child together. Something about sealing the Bond”.

She chewed her lip thoughtfully, “There are only 3 known Telempaths in living History. One mixed gender couple decades apart in age. She hated her bond-mate and refused to give him the child to seal them together. Eventually she killed him and spent the rest of her days in the Lunatic wing of St Mungo’s. The other, an aged male made a bond with a much younger Telepath, also male, so no bond-child there either. They’re so rare. The only Magical Order rarer is Mage-Class”, she sighed, “I dunno, I’ll have to look it up”

She looked up to see Harry laughing, “Well, Draco and I can’t have babies, we’re guys, so I’ve got a feeling we are not exactly playing by the rules here”. Hermione rolled her eyes, “Have you ever, Harry Potter?”.

Suddenly he winced, clutching his head in his hands. Hermione had her arm around him in seconds. “Your scar, Harry. Voldemort?”. Harry shook his head, “It’s Draco, and he’s really angry. He’s headed this way”. A few moments later a flustered Draco hurtled into the alcove, threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his folded arms. He was shaking with rage.

Harry went to him, and gathered Draco into his arms, rocking him until the shaking diminished. {What did they do to you, lover?}. {Nothing, except I called you ‘Harry’ twice, and I defended you at least once from defamation of character. Oh, Harry, this secret-keeping is going to kill me. It’s like I can’t be devious anymore}.

Hermione regarded them thoughtfully. She could see they were ‘talking’ by the changes in their expressions. But when their faces went dreamy and soft, she coughed politely, to remind them that a third party was present. “Boys, this is too big for just us. You need training in your new powers. And, believe me, you might feel vulnerable at the moment, especially you, Draco. It looks like Harry may be the, erm, dominant, here, but once you’ve done some training, the two of you will be awesome together. But you will have a power between you that Voldemort will covet, like nothing else. There was a reason you weren’t killed by him, Harry, and there was a reason that you two carried on fighting until you, erm, stopped. This thing was calling you and you finally answered. this was meant to happen. And it was intended to happen now, not when you were eleven, though it’s probably why you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, even though you hated each other, so you fought instead”.

They both gazed at her, thunderstruck. Harry’s voice wandered into Draco’s brain, {See, I knew it was a good idea telling her!}, “Oh, and because this is supposed to be detected at birth?”, the boys nodded, “Then your, erm, first time is supposed to be, erm, ritually witnessed” They glanced at each other, flushed and grinned, “Ooops, buggered that one up”, Draco grinned at Hermione, who started to laugh, soon all three were howling. This soon drew the ire of Madam Pince, and they subsided.

“We, I mean, you two need to talk to someone. At the moment you are a great danger to each other, yet neither can resist the pull towards the other. Am I right?”. The boys looked at each other and nodded, grinning. “Okay, enough of that. I suggest that in the first instance, you have a chat with McGonagall. She’s made a couple of very knowing comments to me in the dining Hall. The place you’re hiding out in, wouldn’t be on corridor 3c would it?”. They swallowed and exchanged looks. “That’s her patrol at night. Unless you used mega-strong magic up there, she will have detected it, and you”.

Now, they looked shocked. Draco looked at Harry, “D’you get the feeling that life is on the edge of an abyss, like it’s going to go spectacularly wrong?!!”

They both suddenly laughed. Harry pulled Draco to him, sitting him in his lap, pulling his face down, kissing him hard. The news may be bad, but they loved each other. Hermione thought about intervening, but just watched in quiet wonder instead. The last two Telempaths she’d read about, were made to join because of who they were. These two had joined anyway, then found out later. Somehow, this made a difference, but it only lived in the realm of myth and speculation, there simply wasn’t enough known about this rare and peculiar branch of Magic.

They felt the heat build between them. Hermione grinned at them, “Go on, sod off, the pair of you. See you at dinner”. They stood, awkwardly. Harry leaned down, kissed her on the cheek. Draco broke away, catching Hermione in his arms, kissing her full on the mouth. Just for a moment, he brushed her lips with his tongue. She answered, stunned, before he pulled away. “Thanks, Hermione”, then gave her that smile. She saw the dimple, went a fetching shade of beetroot and sank back into her chair as they left, trying to gather the last vestiges of Draco’s flavour from her lips with the tip of her tongue, tasting him. With a groan, she understood. Her head bent back. Oh, bugger, had she just nearly snogged Draco Malfoy, and had she just enjoyed it?.

They made their way back to their room. Duly warned, they laid the strongest charms they could think of, individually and collectively. Closed the room to all sorts of scrutiny. Harry’s gaze slowly flicked up and down his Dragon, undressing him with burning eyes, then burning fingers. Draco leaning in. “I just can’t get enough of you, Harry”. Harry hooked an arm in the small of Draco’s back pulling them closer, “Me either”, he whispered, “Come to me. I want you, Dragon”. Draco stripped the rest of his clothes away, watching Harry’s eyes, sinking into that gaze, writhing into his soft touch, those fingers, that mouth. Harry played him like a finely tuned instrument, making him shudder as delicate fingers touched him. Making him scream as a perfect pitch mouth plucked the right chords, bringing them together in perfect harmony,, tipping his Dragon over the edge, fucking him so hard. If they weren’t bonded before, they sure as hell were now. Draco stretched backwards, coming over his own belly, as Harry took him, and sighing, came hard inside him

Except this time was different . They both felt everything, every cry, every moan, a feeling of being truly connected as if each experienced the other’s ecstasy as well as his own.

They made it down to the evening meal, although Draco just grabbed a snack and left again quickly, not really wanting to spend much time with his unruly house-mates, he hid out in the library, looking up what he could on Telempaths, although there wasn’t much, and what was there dealt exclusively with the relationship problems of previous Telempaths finding another to bond with. They had eventually bonded with other Higher Magic folk of a lesser order, Telepaths and Empaths – diminishing what was possible, their powers either going to waste, or more often, simply unrealised as all of the Higher Magical Orders were thin on the ground. Draco sighed. This was getting them nowhere. He put the books away, and pulled out his unfinished Potions essay and set to work.

xxxxxxx

After dinner, Harry tapped Ron on the shoulder, and they set off over the rapidly darkening grounds toward the lake. They walked in silence for awhile, neither knowing quite what to say. So Harry decided to be bold. “Ron, I interpreted your outburst this morning as meaning that you hate me being, erm, gay, or that you hate me being with Draco. Hermione saw it differently, she thinks you’re jealous. Which is it?”.

Under the cover of darkness, Harry couldn’t see Ron redden, nor hear him correctly as he mumbled something. “Sorry, Ron, didn’t catch that, can you say that again?”. They had reached the brake of trees around the lake. Ron whirled around, “The second. The second one. I’m fuckin’ jealous okay. The only people you’ve ever been out with since I’ve known you, were two girls, Harry. That didn’t make me feel very like declaring my feelings for you, I mean, you’re straight, right?. Then not only do you fall in love with a bloke in like, two seconds flat, but it’s Draco friggin’ Malfoy, our sworn enemy. What gives Harry, what the fuck is goin’ on?”.

Put like that, Harry had to admit it looked mighty odd. “As usual, Hermione’s the one that figured it out. There’s more than just a relationship going on here, Ron, as we’ve discovered this morning. Draco and I are Telempaths, and we’re bonded”. He grinned then, “Only we learnt about the bonding bit, after the horse had bolted, so to speak. We’re going to have to tell someone. I’m a real danger to Draco, and he to me until we’ve done some training, and there’s bugger all in the library. Apparently, it was all about me and him fighting for so long, until one day I decided to put a stop to it, and then this bond thing happened, even if we thought it was all going a bit fast. But, hell, Ron, what’s this about your feelings. You said that as if you’ve wanted to declare your undying love for years or something”.

Ron dug his hands into his jacket pockets and shrugged, “Maybe I have, Harry”, he said softly. Harry looked up into his best friend’s face. Saw the anguish written there. His heart sank. “I’m so sorry, Ron, but you’ve been like a brother to me for so long, it would seem almost indecent to think of you that way, a bit incestuous. Same with ‘Mione. I love you both with my life, but I’m not in love with either of you”. He hesitated, then smiled. He reached out and stroked Ron’s face. Ron leaned into the touch.

“Bloody hell, Harry. I wish I’d said or done something sooner”, he whispered. Then in a fit of boldness of his own, he asked, “Harry, can I kiss you, just once, and I swear I’ll never ask again?”. In reply, Harry ran his hand into Ron’s hair, and pulled him closer, tipping his head to one side, his lips parting. He heard Ron’s sharply indrawn breath as their lips met, and in spite of himself, he moaned into Ron’s mouth as their tongues tasted each other. Ron wrapped a strong arm around Harry’s back, deepening the kiss, and Harry could feel a knot of want expanding in his belly. He separated them gently. “No, Ron, no more. Though I can’t help wishing we’d done something about this sooner myself”, he smiled at Ron’s obvious desire. Ron reluctantly drew away.

Harry suddenly felt Draco in his mind, {I felt that. Thinking about me, are you?}. {As I matter of fact I’ve just snogged Ron, and it was very nice, but I said, thanks, but no thanks.}. Ron was puzzled. Harry looked sheepish. “Sorry, Draco felt the, effects of that kiss”. Ron’s expression was vaguely horrified, “He can’t, erm, read minds, can he?”. Harry laughed, “No, but he’s aware when I have strong emotions”.

They sauntered back to the castle. Before they entered, Harry laid a hand on Ron’s arm, “We are all right again, aren’t we Ron?”. He nodded, “Yeah, ‘course we are, but if I seem a bit distant, then it’s only ‘cos I’m nursing a bruised heart. I will be all right, Harry, just give me time. I’m really sorry for twatting you like that., It was out of order. Can you forgive me?”. Harry nodded, and said, “Nothing to forgive”, squeezed Ron’s arm and let his hand drop.

“So”, Ron took a deep breath, “What’s it to be, then, another night of unbridled passion or...?”, Harry rolled his eyes, “Nah, bugger that, I’ve still got Snape’s Potions essay to finish. I’m going to fetch my books, then I’m in for two hours at least of unbridled boredom!”. They parted on good terms, and Harry made his way to the library.

He was elbow-deep into his essay, when he felt a wave of sheer eroticism course through him. He glanced round, but those closest to him remained oblivious. He could have sworn he moaned. He cleared his head with a shake and continued. A moment later, it washed through him again, causing him to double over, {Dragon, will you desist?. I’m in the library in the middle of an essay}.

{And I’m lying in our cosy blankets. I’m naked and I’m waiting for you, touching myself. I’m so hard, Harry, I want you, now”}. Harry stuffed his parchments, quill, ink, books haphazardly into his satchel, and fled. {I’m coming to get you, you evil little git. This is payment, isn’t it, for earlier?}{Sure is, my Harry. Oohh, that feels so good}. Harry felt another sharp jolt and leaned against a wall for support, {Stop it, Dragon, I can barely walk here}. He felt Draco’s chuckle, {But Harryyy, my cock is dripping for you. Shall I take the drops off and lick them up myself, or should I leave them for your beautiful mouth. Hmmm, I wonder...}{Drago-o-on, please}. Harry’s breathing was laboured as he staggered down the corridor and into their room, slamming the door shut.

Draco was indeed laid naked in their makeshift bed. One hand cupping his balls and swollen cock, the other behind his head all lit by soft firelight. Harry dropped his bag, his mind clouding at the vision before him, forgetting to breathe. He advanced slowly, shedding clothes, his eyes fixed to Draco’s. Wordlessly, he sank to his knees, naked, beside his Dragon, dipped his head and licked the salt-sweet drops from the head of Draco’s cock.

With them still on his tongue, he claimed his Dragon’s mouth. Draco pulled him down. Harry couldn’t control the urgency, amazing them both with his sheer passion. {I’m going to have to tease you more, you wanton slut, if this is the reaction I get}. {Then I must snog my best friends more often, if this is the rise I get out of you}. Draco gasped below him, {Now I know you’re an evil trollop, Potter}. Harry laughed gently as he tongued swollen pink nipples.

{Anyway if there’s paybacks for snogs, I know you slipped ‘Mione a bit of tongue before, you tart}. Draco moaned beneath Harry’s mouth, as he dipped into Draco’s navel, {Please, baby}. Harry murmured Accio lube, teasing Draco with licks and nibbles as he prepared him, feeling his Dragon spread for him, feeling his lust surge , he took him, sending a random thought, {Well, I am supposed to be the dominant here}as reason fled and he took them over the brink, moaning.

As their breaths slowed, Draco sent, {It just gets better, doesn’t it, babe?}. Harry lowered himself into Draco’s arms, a barely thought, {Yes}. Draco stroked Harry’s hair, his back, his face as he recovered, his touches gentle, loving. Harry revelled in it and Draco felt his delight, passing his own joy to his beloved. {Right now, Harry, I’ve never known such happiness. I love you so much}. Harry smiled at him, {I know, love, I know, I can feel it all, and I’ve never been this happy, this content in my entire life. Come here, I want to kiss you again}. Draco raised his face to Harry. They smiled into each other’s eyes and sank into each other’s mouths.

They slept then, deeply, twined around each other. Draco’s face buried in Harry’s hair. Harry’s ear over Draco’s heartbeat.

Sometime, deep into the night, the wards were lifted from the room. Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, she was going to have to talk to these two. She really did not want to be responsible for expelling either of them in their NEWT year, but this had to stop. She stole a last look at them sleeping in a joyful heap and sensed something different about them before sighing and re-laying the charms, strengthening them. She finished her rounds and went back to bed. She dreaded the interview she knew she would have to conduct with them the following day.