Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

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{We are not doing this naked, Missy. Not in front of those two. Knowing how they both react to you, certainly not}, Ginny was vehement. {Elephant, Missy. No, not even slightly}, she had exercised her prerogative to change her mind!. Hermione held both hands up, {Okay. No problem. We do this clothed, but I’d rather we went commando beneath our clobber}. They had both bathed and washed their hair, Hermione was drying her Girlie’s beautiful red locks straight. There was an air of celebration between the two. Harry and Draco knew what they were doing and marvelled at their choice of witnesses. {You know that Remus and Snape are occasional lovers, don’t you?}, Draco sent.

Hermione gasped, {Really?. Perfect}, but didn’t elaborate. Her mind was reeling, maybe this really could be perfect.

Harry and Draco shared a look, {What’s she gonna do, Harry?}. Harry grinned into his beloved’s eyes, {She’ll do whatever’s needed and she’ll take everyone involved right along with her}. They both laughed, realising that Severus and Remus were probably in for the time of their lives. Either that, or being scared out of their wits.

The Watch was due to change again as the girls made their way to the lab. Ginny’s palms were sweaty. Hermione clutched her hand for reassurance, feeling the slickness, then pulled her Girlie to her in a breathless kiss, {Listen, my girl. If these two are doing each other, then we have nothing to fear from the release of the Magic. We have two ideal Witnesses. Trust me}. Ginny still looked deeply sceptical.

Severus tapped on the door, {Surely you don’t have to request admittance to your own lab, Sev}, Remus sent. Severus grinned, {Where these two are concerned, it pays to knock first, believe me}. Remus laughed.

Hermione bade them both enter. Both girls were dressed demurely in knee-length skirts and blouses. Ginny was busy chopping as Hermione watched. The hair gathered from each of their future bond-mates. Then it was ground to a fine powder in the mortar.

Hermione had the Potion base bottle open. She added the ground hair. The essence bottles lined up before her. She popped the caps on each, after shaking them up, then added fifteen drops from each bottle as the two men watched on, amazed. {See I told you she was a Master. Watch and learn}, Snape chuckled to his lover.

As Hermione added each essence to the base, a different coloured light shot from her base mix. She carefully noted down whose essence she had added and the colour of the light that accompanied the mixing.

{Now}, Hermione’s tone was matter-of-fact, {We need heated blood from the four celebrants here tonight}. Severus narrowed his eyes, {You mean you need our blood, too?}. {This is a bonding Potion, Severus, and everyone who is anything to do with this has to contribute. So far, you’re only blood-bond is with me, now with this, you blood-bond to all of us, as do you, Remus}.

He nodded, {But you said ‘heated’ blood. What do you mean by that?}. She smiled, {It means the highly oxygenated blood generated after either strenuous exercise, or, erm, passion, preferably immediately after the event}. She paused as this went in. She glanced at Ginny who was trying hard not to laugh.

Severus was aghast, {You mean, we have to indulge in some sort of sexual activity and you will draw blood from us?. How exactly are we to attain this state?}, his eyes glittered dangerously.

Hermione bunched her hands on her hips, {Ginny and I will retire next door for a while, we don’t wish to bear witness with our eyes particularly, but I’d appreciate you leaving charms off the door. We will return when we’re all ready and I draw the blood, then the fun really starts. Then we mix and consecrate}. With a small wave, the two girls left, closing the door.

The two men stared at each other in dumbfounded shock. Remus recovered first, turning to his lover, {Well, Sev, if it’s passion she wants...., have you ever been had over your own bench?}, he sent with a glint in his eye. Severus frowned at him, {No, and I’m not going to this time either}, then he grinned wickedly, {But I’ll take you anytime}. They moved together and kissed. Nothing slow and languorous about this encounter. What both of them had failed to sense was one of Hermione’s famous blasts of sexual charge as she exited. Soon Severus was buried to the hilt in Remus, who braced himself against the bench, his knuckles white, pushing back against every thrust.

In the classroom next door, both girls had fingers buried deep within the other, tongues in each other’s mouths. The sounds coming from the lab spurring them on. They could hear the climaxes, fast, urgent, the low moans, before they let their own take them, both making guttural sobs as they clenched around each other’s fingers.

They straightened their clothes and stood. Hermione gathered her Girlie to her and kissed her long and slow, {Love you, darlin’. Let’s go make this thing}. They pulled apart, flushed, eyes bright. Ginny took her Missy’s hand and they tapped lightly on the door, being granted admittance by a voice short on breath.

Severus and Remus were at least dressed again. Severus sat on the bench with Remus standing between his legs. They were kissing deeply, arms flung carelessly about each other. Ginny glanced at Hermione who watched, fascinated, {Hot, aren’t they?}, her mental chuckle low and throaty. She sent, {Gentlemen?. Please remember that we are all here for a purpose, won’t you?}. They broke the kiss, Remus’ head sinking to Severus’ shoulder, {Give us a moment, girls. What did you do?, you minx of an Elemental. The Magic level is off the scale in here}. Hermione grinned, {Just sent a little encouragement, like I did at the End of Year Ball. Why?, what’s happened?}

In reply, the two men touched foreheads, their eyes closing. Remus sent, {You are a very naughty girl, Hermione Granger, you know that, don’t you?}. She blushed, flicking her gaze between her former teachers, then reeled back slightly her knuckles pressed into her mouth, {Ohmygod, you two are in love, aren’t you?}, she squealed in delight, {Let me be the first to congratulate you. Love is such a wonderful thing}. In spite of herself she felt her eyes mist as she pulled her Girlie close for a brief but saucy kiss, tongues on view.

They pulled apart, Hermione taking up her athame and chalice. With shaking fingers she approached. {Don’t pull apart too far, after something like this, you need to be close. I understand this, but forgive me, two seconds and it’ll be over. You first Severus, offer me your throat}. The man flung his head back. Hermione leaned in and with a lightning fast swipe of her dagger, opened a small cut at the base of his throat, holding the tip of her athame to it encouraging the flow, she collected several drops into her chalice, pulling Severus to her, licking the wound to heal it. She repeated this with Remus, then her Girlie, then herself, wetting her fingers to seal her own wound.

She added the fresh blood to the mix, stirring clockwise with her blade, {This is for Warriors. Blood given freely by the Witnesses. I offer you my humble thanks, all of you. Now I suggest we all get under the bench pronto, ‘cos if this works the way it should, there may be a bit of noise}.

They all looked at her, {Trust me, there should be, erm, a bit of an explosion actually}. Severus reacted, {You’re going to blow up my lab?}. Hermione giggled, {Don’t be silly!. If I was going to do that, I wouldn’t have us hiding under the flippin’ bench. We’d be hightailing it out of here}, she took in the nervous looks passing between the other three. Ginny sent to her teachers, {Don’t worry, just Missy in scary mode again, but she knows what she’s doing, you both know that, so trust her, okay?}.

Hermione grabbed her and they ducked beneath the bench covering their ears with their hands, their eyes squeezing shut, expectant.

Severus glanced at his beloved, shrugged and sent, {Shall we, love}, they both piled under the bench, the girls budging up to let them in, all four squashed together a bit, {Brace yourselves, chaps}, but nothing happened.

Absolutely nothing.

Hermione stared at the other three, panicking, {Bollocks! I don’t know what’s wrong}. She bit her lip and frowned. Then looked at them all again, warily. {It’s not the Potion per se, it’s the consecration that’s all to cock}. She slowly climbed out from under the bench, checked that the Potion hadn’t changed and motioned for them all to come out.

{Sorry, guys, I tried to be as, er, delicate and circumspect as possible about all of this, given that one of us is under-age and the, er, relationships between us all require decorum and professionalism, but this is Sex Magic and as such, er, probably needs such an input from us lot. If this isn’t done right, like Potions-making, it simply won’t work. I’ve spent bloody months on this thing and I’d hate to see it go wrong because of a little adolescent squeamishness. So, now, let’s do this correctly. Strip!. All of us}.

The men were horrified, {What!!?. Surely not!!!?}. Hermione growled, {Your blood is in there, now, sorry, but it requires all four of us}. Ginny cast her a pleading look, but Hermione forestalled any complaint, {I know, Girlie, and I tried, baby, you know I did, and you know I’d never do anything unnecessarily but...... this is Magic, sweetpea, not an orgy. Think of it as preparation for the Ritual. Come on, all of you, we’re Wizards and Witches of a high order and we can jolly well do this}.

In a few swift moves, she undressed and stood in the middle of the lab, naked, red to the roots of her hair and defiant. Seeing her lover’s determination, Ginny also stripped off, her eyes closed, her face flushed. Severus and Remus glanced at each other and followed suit.

She bade them get back under the bench, the couples split up, one in each corner of the space, she had them all weave their legs together amidst much giggling and apologising, not all of the laughter coming from the two girls until they were all reasonably comfortable. {Now all close your eyes and join hands}. She sent another sexy wave through them all. {Merlin!, Missy!. What the fuck?}. She hushed her, {Now all place your left hands at the back of the neck of the person on your left. Keep your eyes closed. Get under the hair. Skin should touch skin. Thus is the first part of the circle made}.

They all did so. Hermione could feel Severus’ large palm on her neck, his fingers caught in her hair, her own hand snaked under Remus’ hair, she could feel someone trembling and she had a feeling it was herself. She took a deep breath. {Ginny and I will now lubricate our right hands}. She spat into her palm and muttered Lubricus, hearing Ginny do the same in a wavery small voice. {Now we create the second circle. Place your right hands in the lap of the person to your right and, er, play}. She grasped Severus’ cock confidently, even though she knew she was shaking like a leaf, and began to pump him. She sent the next jolt around the group, causing them all to cry out loud and pushed urgently against Remus’ fingers. Severus was rock-hard in her right hand.

{Now we close the circle. Now you and I, Girlie, turn to our left and kiss our Witnesses. Tongues and all. This shouldn’t take long}. As her tongue touched Remus’, a wave of pure energy surged around them all and through them, and fingers and hands sped up urgently. They could all feel the energy build, moans and cries becoming louder, the intensity at breaking point. She felt Severus thicken in her hand, then sticky wet over her fingers. She heard Remus moan into her mouth as he came, then her Girlie’s tiny mewls of joy, then her own keen of release. Without breaking contact, she tugged gently at the back of Remus’ neck. {Now all join foreheads together and brace yourselves again}, as a massive explosion rocked the lab lighting the space in brilliant white light for an instant, then the sound of glass raining down.

Hermione wouldn’t let them part until the last tinkle of glass had died away. Then allowed them all to take back their hands and break the circle. “Well!. Something worked, at any rate”, she murmured, to embarrassed grins. Severus made to crawl out, but Hermione restrained him, {I go first}, her tone brooking no nonsense. {I must be the first to see}.

She crawled out, stood and offered her hand to Ginny. Various sends started to batter into her brain along the lines of, {What the fuck was that?}. Ron’s distinctive voice. Dumbledore cautiously enquired of his Potions Master, {Good Gracious, Severus, what happened?}. Severus sent a laconic, {It’s just Miss Granger joining the dots of this Potion. Apparently this was supposed to happen}, he sent a mental shrug, {Right now, Remus and I are cowering, naked beneath the bench waiting for the all-clear from the Elemental, but we’re all fine}.

His attention snapped back at Hermione’s whoops of joy. They emerged cautiously. The girls were jubilant, dancing about, their arms around each other, then Ginny pulled her Missy to her for a deep kiss as the men stood up, a refrain repeated into their minds over and over, {It worked, it worked, it worked. Come and look at this}. The girls pulled apart and peered into the wreck of the alembic which had held the mix for several months. Severus and Remus flicked a look at each other and approached.

There was a small ball of blackness hovering an inch from the base of the container. The girls leant over it in a state of high excitement. Hermione looked all around it. Severus realised she hadn’t a clue what to do now, she was running on pure instinct, her rationale on equally high alert, but she had her thinking face on. He was about to send something, but Ginny put her finger to her lips, {Silence!}, she commanded.

Severus held his breath watching a true Master at work and was awed. Ginny glanced quickly at Remus, then at the adoring face of Severus Snape as he regarded the Elemental in full flight. Taking a deep breath, Hermione picked up the floating mass with the tip of her athame, feeding it into her chalice, she placed the dagger across the chalice to keep the magic contained as she thought about her next move. {I think we can all get dressed again now}, so they did

She invited the others to take a seat, {I might be a while, I haven’t a fucking clue how to proceed from here. I need to go into myself a bit for the answer}. Immediately, she hopped up onto the bench, sitting in a full lotus as she descended through the layers of her mind into her psyche then into her base nature, her sexuality, letting ideas float to the surface. The other three watched, barely breathing.

Eventually she emerged from the light trance, her eyes glazed, she unfolded her legs and leapt lightly down from the bench the light of decision in her eyes.

In a lightning fast move she picked up the baby’s essence and tipped it into the chalice, then held up her athame, spat on the tip, and plunged it into the heart of the ball with a loud cry of “ Convenire Perfectus Consecrare”. The ball liquefied around the tip of the knife. The look on her face was ecstatic as she stepped away from the Potion, bubbling a gentle black in her chalice. She assembled flavouring ingredients and the two girls worked quickly adding crushed berries, ginger, hyssop and a few grains of salt. She went to a cupboard and fished out a sterile bottle asking Ginny to hold it for her as she decanted the completed mix into it. She stoppered it, laying it with shaking hands onto the bench. She allowed herself to sink onto a stool, then slumped forward onto the bench and burst into tears, {It’s done. The Ritual will take place in two nights’ time, at the full moon}, then sobbed loudly, all the energy draining from her.

In a heartbeat, her Girlie was beside her, taking a weeping Missy into her arms feeling her exhaustion, absorbing it, feeding her energy in return. Her Missy was wiped out but exultant. With barely a shred of rationale left, Hermione remembered protocol and ceremony, lurching to her feet, composing herself, she staggered slightly then kissed her Witnesses on the mouth, thanking them for their part. She promised to clean up in the morning, but right now, forgive her, but she was buggered and she needed her Girlie and bed, in that order. The girls staggered out.

Severus sent to her retreating back, {Does this need refrigerating?}. A barely whispered, {No, it needs to stand at room temperature now until it’s used. Please do not touch it}. The men cleaned up the rest of the wreckage of broken glass, essences and other detritus that the explosion had caused, including mending two of the large window panes. Severus sending, {Even first-years don’t make this much mess} to a chuckling Remus as he pitched in and helped. Severus cast an eye over his now tidy lab and pulled Remus to him, twining a hand in his hair, {Did you really mean what you sent earlier?}. In answer, Remus snaked his arms around Severus’ waist and parted his lips under his lover’s kiss, {Of course I did. I love you, Sev, and I think I have for quite a while, but it took that little minx and her Magic to clear the clouds from my heart, not to mention the evil that we’ve both had to live with. Now our hearts can sing. Preferably together}.

Severus could feel a lump in his throat as he deepened their kiss, {I love you too, my lover and dearest friend. We’ll find a way to be together for in truth, the thought of parting from you is painful}. He drew away slightly so he could look into Remus’ eyes, both feeling a little misty as they regarded each other. Remus sent, {Let’s go to bed. If nothing else, I just want to hold you tight}, he rubbed his eyes with his forefingers, then glanced at his watch realising the time. Three o’clock. No wonder they were so tired. The session seemed to have barely lasted an hour. Remus shrugged as Severus placed his arm around his shoulders extinguishing the lights as they left. As darkness fell around them, they stole more kisses as they made their way towards the Slytherin dungeon.