Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

5

They slipped from their room as morning was getting going. Harry went back to his dorm, showering and changing. Refreshed, he managed to finish his Potions essay before breakfast, so he went down to the dining hall with various Gryffindor friends, being ribbed gently as to his whereabouts the last couple of days. Hermione stepped in, “We’ve been haunting the library. Those Transfiguration essays are a bugger”. Harry flashed her a grateful smile. Seamus piped up, “No, Harry, we wanna know where you spend y’r nights. I’m your dorm-mate, and I know you’re not about”. Hermione flashed Harry a ‘You’re on your own with this one’ look. Harry just turned, looking at his dorm-mate, and said, “That’s for me to know, and for you not to find out”, he arched a brow, shrugged, and dropped the subject. They went down to breakfast in a joshing camaraderie.

As the staff passed through the hall to the top table, Minerva McGonagall paused briefly behind Harry, leaning in to him, she whispered, “I want to see you in my office after breakfast, Mr Potter. You and your friend, Mr Malfoy. I’ll explain to Professor Snape”. She passed on.

Harry felt an icy cold grip his gut. {What is it, babe?}, instantly leapt into his mind. {McGonagall wants to see both of us in her office after brekkie}. {Oh, bugger}. {Quite}. {She’s rumbled us, hasn’t she?}. {Probably. Oh shite}.

They were kept waiting a while, which increased the torture. Draco could stand it no more. He moved over to Harry. Who tentatively toyed with Draco’s fingertips, then held his hand, squeezing gently,{We’ll explain everything}, as Professor McGonagall swept in followed by Severus Snape. They leapt apart as if struck, Draco looked down. Harry lifted his frightened eyes into those of his teachers. At McGonagall’s startled glare, he blurted, “We’re Telempaths, and, erm, we think we’ve already, erm, bonded”.

Now it was the turn of the professors to look stunned. Snape looked ready to kill something, and Harry had the feeling he wished to test them by stabbing one of them and seeing if the other died or not. McGonagall invited them all to sit. “Gentlemen, we will need to inform the Ministry of this development”. Harry looked appalled, Draco merely scared out of his wits. “Well, perhaps not yet, but you will need to be tested by an Auror at the very least. Perhaps Professor Dumbledore can arrange something. We need, perhaps, to speak with him. Severus, I need to speak with these boys on an unrelated matter, could you please...”, she let her voice tail away. Snape grunted and left, looking daggers at the two as he went.

They all relaxed a little at Snape’s departure. McGonagall’s face softened as she regarded the two before her, “I’m sorry boys, but I may have to ask a few awkward questions, do you mind?”. They glanced at each other. Harry reached out a cautious hand, and took Draco’s, {It’s all right, Dragon, we can trust her, believe me. Let her ask the questions, and if any are too weird, she’ll back off}.

Draco, for his part, looked deeply sceptical, {Are you sure, babe?}. Harry smiled at him then, and Minerva could feel the sending and receiving. Oh gods, these two really were the real thing. She watched Harry bring Draco’s hand to his mouth and kiss it as they ‘talked’. She made a decision then and there, clearing her throat politely to bring the boys back to her. “We will have to find you, erm, alternative lodgings”. Harry sent, { I had a feeling she’d sussed us, something Hermione mentioned earlier.}. Draco barely suppressed a snigger.

Minerva pressed on, smiling at the spontaneous sending they were doing, like naturals. “There is a particular part of the School that we reserve for our more special pupils. Protected by some of the strongest magic that Hogwarts is capable of. We have had Telempaths before, but not for many years”. Harry nodded, “Hermione told us, there’s not much of any use in the library either, we checked”. Minerva chuckled, “So you have taken the redoubtable Miss Granger into your confidence? Probably a good move”, Draco grinned, “Apparently she knew straight away what we are, didn’t even need to look it up”, in truth he had been amazed when Harry related that little nugget.

Minerva coughed, “Well there is a reason she’s voted Top Marks every year, Mr Malfoy”. Draco groaned, “Please. Don’t rub it in, that’s the second time I’ve heard that in two days”. Harry and his house-head exchanged a grin. “Now boys, after we’ve had a word with Albus and Severus. I need to install you in your new digs. It goes without saying that certain school rules are in abeyance when particular situations occur. This being one of them. You will need to be separated from the school body for a while. You are both extremely vulnerable, both to each other, and to any others who may wish to play a prank, not understanding the gravity of the situation. You will need training, to help you realise your new skills, for, though you do not know it yet, the power you share is a truly wonderful thing”.

Harry blushed, “Yes, Harry?”. He fidgeted a moment, “There are, um, already some things we share, that are really fascinating, like being able to talk in our minds. We can do wandless spells too”. “Well, Harry, this may be an indication of what is to come”. Draco stifled a giggle, but Harry ‘read’ it, {Mind out of the gutter, Dragon}. He made a valiant effort, returned his open green gaze to his house-head. Who smiled, “I won’t try to imagine what all of those things might be, but these forces need trammelling, putting into order. For this we need to get you both to a protected space. You will be given a set of rooms to share”, she lowered her voice, “You won’t be needing that classroom up on 3c any more”. She took a certain satisfaction in seeing them both go a fetching shade of pink. Draco, though, couldn’t resist, “Shame, really, wicked shower”. All three laughed as Snape and Dumbledore entered.

Dumbledore Summoned a chair and sat directly opposite them. He closed his eyes, {Well, boys, this is a turn up for the books, can you both read me?}. Harry’s eyes were huge in shock. Draco’s wild query entered his mind, {What, Harry, is he talking to you?}. {Yes, can’t you ‘hear’ him?}. {No}. {Draco can’t hear you, Professor, but I can}. {Ah, so you’re the Dominant and your bond-mate is the Receiver} Harry flashed a quick, {You’re my bottom, baby} to Draco, as Dumbledore cleared his throat, {Bugger, he heard that}. “Professor, have you heard everything that Draco and I...”. “No, dear boy, but I suddenly became aware that there were two of Telepathic ability nearby, one strong, one stronger still, and all in the last two days. You stopped fighting, did you not, acknowledged the pull?”. They both nodded. Harry sent, {Professor, if you are one of us, then, excuse me for asking, why no bond-mate?}.

{Because, dear boy, my bond-mate is mo longer with us. I am a Telepath, my Magic is not as strong as yours will be. I was Bonded but unrealised and my Telepathic abilities remain at a low level. The way this magic works, is in your hearts, and, erm, bodies, I take it, then, that you and Draco’s relationship is already physical?}. Harry blushed, looking down. He nodded.

Dumbledore was thoughtful as he gazed at the boys. It was quite likely that the real bonding process had already begun, the higher Magics all required this permanent bond to raise the powers to their highest level, but it was likely that they hadn’t noticed yet, being still so wrapped up in each other. It was fairly obvious that they were in love, and that they knew next to nothing about their situation. His conscience warred with itself, he knew a little about the higher Magic bonds, having actually been through one himself, with a Telempath, no less, that was not fruitful, despite willingness and effort.

The boys’ destinies could be very different from his, if they allowed the full bond to occur, but would they accept this fate? Did they even want it?, and they were still so young. Many other questions battered into his brain. He’d had an inkling about Draco, he remembered a request from his parents about the existence of higher Magical folk before Draco started school, but he hadn’t realised the reason for their curiosity. But Harry. How come no-one knew about him?, And why did Draco not seem to know of his own condition either? But right now, he had to make these boys safe, and put Madam Pomfrey on alert.

He sighed, clearing his throat, and the two looked up, “There are powers that I have never been able to realise. You, however are different. You found your bond-mate first, then your destiny. You are truly blessed, Harry, and Draco is a very fitting bond-mate for you. You will need him when the time comes”.

Harry smiled, relaxing a little, Thinking but not transmitting, ‘I need him now’. Draco caught it, squeezing Harry’s hand gently. {Need you, too, babe. Hey, we’re going to get our own rooms}.

Snape scowled, feeling a bit left out of things. Minerva just sat back, detached, and observed the proceedings with great interest. So Albus was an unrealised Telepath, was he?. “Maybe, Albus, we need to settle these boys into their new quarters. If they are ready, then I will take them?”. Dumbledore smiled, “Yes, Minerva. We need to protect these two as soon as possible. If you could be their escort, I need to have a word with Severus”. She rose, and beckoned to the boys. “Gentlemen, if you would follow me please”. The interview was at an end. Confused, they rose and followed her.

xxxxxxx

They were led down one corridor after another. Harry keeping the orientation in his head as per the Marauder’s Map, but realised they were in uncharted territory, that Fred and George’s Map came nowhere near. As Professor McGonagall passed through doors, she muttered charms, the magic growing more protective, until she threw open a door, “Here we are Gentlemen”, and ushered them into a four room flat, with large rooms, bed, bath, kitchen, lounge. And left them, handing over keys and charms. She grinned, “Harry, Dobby will bring you anything you need, food, laundry etc. We cannot expose you to the rest of the school for at least a fortnight. You will receive lessons in how to harness your powers, and use them, but until then, you are at risk from others. School work will be left for you. This is your NEWT year after all. If you prepare me a list of visitors, you shall not be entirely without company”. She placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “Don’t worry, please. This may seem a little daunting, but the way things have worked out so far, augers well. I’ll leave you now, to settle into your new rooms. I will speak to you shortly”. she left.

They thoroughly explored the flat, glancing at each other as they gazed at the huge four-poster bed. Before they could even climb up onto it, Harry bent his lover over the footboard, {Mmmm, just the right height, babe}, as he took his Dragon, hard. Draco anointing the new bed. Harry, his Dragon’s insides.

When they recovered a little, they summoned Dobby, who laid them out a veritable feast, bowing and ‘popping’ from the room. They ate ravenously, the trays cleared on demand. Harry ‘lit’ a fire in the grate, then rolled onto his Dragon, igniting more fire. As the heat cleared in his brain, he sent,{Are we always gonna be like this?}. {I hope so, babe. C’m ‘ere}.

Harry laughed out loud, dipping his head capturing Draco’s lips between his own, gently coaxing them open, with a soft tongue. {Can’t get enough of you, Dragon. Just can’t stop. Please, lover}. Draco turned Harry over, spreading him. Kissing along his supple spine, parting his cheeks, kissing him deeply, inhaling his musk, breeching him with a stiff tongue, making him squirm, rise onto that amazing tongue, begging, pleading to be taken. Draco turned Harry to him, spreading him, {Keep your eyes open, lover. I want to watch you come}. He entered him, slowly, quickening the more undone Harry became beneath him, catching every nuance of feeling as it poured from his lover, feeling almost faint from the intensity, he led them both to shattering climaxes, neither knowing where one started and the other ended. Neither took their eyes from each other once, until they lay, sticky and sated in each other’s arms.

xxxxxxx

They took advantage of their new situation, working when the fancy took them. Harry even rose at 3 one morning and turned in a blistering Potions essay, that took Snape by surprise. Particularly as Draco’s essay was completely different. Harry, for his part, felt his mental acumen increasing by the day, his brain able to focus for long periods, feeling as if something profound was unlocking in his chest, almost as if Hermione were purring in his mind, “Come on, Harry, I always knew you were smart. Now you know, too”.

Draco, always good, felt surges of pure brilliance at times, insights flying into his mind as he wrote feverishly, sending, {What’s happening to us, babe, my mind feels like a flippin’ razor}. {Me too, lover, I just got the highest mark ever for a Potions essay. It’s bloody weird}.

Work was left outside their apartment each day, and they returned incredible essays and homework. They soon needed tools for Potions, the use of a telescope for Harry’s Astronomy, and everything was supplied as requested. After a few days, Ron and Hermione came to visit.

“You know you two are the envy of the School. You know how it is, guys, try and have a secret, and everyone knows about it. Dumbledore had to announce that he had two bonded Telempaths under his roof. Sorry Draco, but your house-mates are gunning for your blood”, Hermione reached out and stroked Draco’s cheek. And withdrew her hand with a gasp, as if burned, “You’re really hot”, she exclaimed. Draco smirked at her, “I know we are Granger”. “No, idiot, not like that. You are elevated in temperature, feverish”. She stood and felt Harry’s cheek, “Gods, you too. Are you eating more than normal, by any chance?”. “Actually about twice as much, and more often, if you must know”. Hermione was impressed, “Wow, the energy you guys must need. Have you started to train yet?”.

“Nope, No-one’s been near us except you two. Otherwise we’re treated like lepers. Work is delivered, as is food. And it must be this way for at least another week, apparently”. Harry shrugged. “I think it’s part of the process”. Draco spoke up, “Actually, I think, it’s because we’re two boys and they haven’t a clue how to deal with us. It’s easier to lock us away, until they figure out what the fuck to do with us”. Draco slumped. Harry twined an arm around him. {Ne’ mind, Dragon, it’s not all bad}. The other two saw Draco flush. Harry felt it. They all laughed, even Ron, who, all of a sudden, didn’t envy these two in the slightest.

They passed a pleasant evening, laughing and exchanging news and gossip. Harry had insisted to Dumbledore that his two dearest friends could be told about any developments, and he had concurred. Whereas Draco had no special friends in School, Harry did, and had fought alongside each other many times. This was going against the rules for budding Telempaths, but Albus, in his wisdom, knew he could do nothing to stop Harry, They would all have to make this up as they went along.

Hermione and Ron left just before the bed bell. Ron turned to Harry to wink at him. Saw Draco kissing the length of Harry’s neck, cocked his head to one side. This was one aspect of this Telempath thing, that he deeply envied. Watched, as he backed further away, Harry’s head sink back onto Draco’s shoulder, his mouth opening slightly. Draco drag them backwards, slamming the door. Ron turned and followed Hermione, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulders were tense, but there was a smile playing with his lips.. He carried that image to bed with him.

Draco slammed his lover against the door. Harry sent, {Yes!!}. Draco sent back{I’m so going to pay you back, for that comment. I wasn’t ready to blush in front of those two, and you made me do so. You are going to pay}.

Harry smiled, slightly feral, {Oh, yes?}. Draco pressed Harry closer to the door, one thigh pressed between Harry’s, feeling them both hard. Harry suddenly flipped them, pressing Draco into the unyielding wood, forcing his arms behind his back, kissing him deeply. He was slightly shorter, but stronger. Draco moaned into Harry’s mouth. And accepted.

That he was expected to play second fiddle to his bond-mate. He, who had never been second to anyone before. Draco felt his head tip back, as far as it could, Harry kissing him. As their tongues twined, Harry read his Dragon, as plain as day. He was his.

The next morning, Harry awoke to an empty bed. Rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Letting his mind drift hither and yon, until a sound brought him out of his reverie. A moan, of pain. {Dragon?. Are you all right, love?}. Another groan, this time louder, {Babe, I’m really not feeling well. I think I need to see Madam Pomfrey}. Harry rushed into the bathroom. Saw Draco doubled over, clutching his lower belly, in agony.

He tried to call out from their rooms. Realised they were too far from humanity. He left Draco curled around a hot water bottle, and went in search of medical treatment for his lover. He made his way as quickly as possible to the lower tiers of the castle, then found himself on familiar ground. He ran. Directly to the medical wing. His entreaties summoned Madam Pomfrey. Leaving, she tried to follow Mr Potter, but lost him. Being caught up by Dumbledore. As they both made their way to the Protected Section. Madam Pomfrey’s heart beating quickly as Albus told her more information about her two patients.

She tapped on the door, the consummate professional. Harry bade her enter. She was followed by Dumbledore, all billowing robes, holding two dusty old books to his chest. Madam Pomfrey went directly to her patient, while Albus pressed the two books into Harry’s hands. “These are from St. Mungo’s extensive library on wizarding conditions. I suggest you read all the chapters I have marked. Both of you, although I believe Mr Malfoy is currently indisposed. This will change, although both of you are adjusting to your new changes in life, this may be harder on Draco than you, Harry”.

Harry was extremely confused.

Madam Pomfrey pointed her wand at Draco’s hurting belly, dowsing him, declaring everything progressing according to plan, could not do anything for him except prescribe minor painkillers, Draco complaining, as Harry wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in, asked Madam Pomfrey what ailed his beloved. She just smiled mysteriously, and attended to her patient.

Sometime in the night, Draco was awakened by the same pains, clenching, clutching his lower gut. Harry wrapped his arms around his lover, he had no idea of the pain his beloved faced. It seemed that they could share injuries, but some other hurts, perhaps not. Harry was truly baffled. Eventually with massage and a fresh hot-water bottle, the pain eased, and they both slept again.

Harry rose earlier than Draco, leaving him asleep, and padded into the living room, curling up on the sofa with one of the books Dumbledore had left, he flicked idly through the Latin, peering at the diagrams, then plucked a loose sheet from between two pages. Newer than the rest of the book, and neatly written in English, albeit a style popular some five centuries earlier. As he read, his eyes grew bigger and rounder. He polished his glasses, setting them back on his nose and simply stared, open-mouthed at the text. He heard Draco’s sleepy voice in his head, {What?, What is it lover?}. Draco appeared a moment later, naked, yawning, rubbing his eyes, and plonked himself next to Harry, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. {Show me, if you can’t tell me}. Harry wordlessly handed over the book, {Start here, then read this added sheet}, he directed gently.

Draco read with horror apparent in his face, he flung the book away from him and leapt to his feet, {No, Harry. I can’t do this. I’m a male, dammit, and a Malfoy, to boot. My parents will go berserk. I just can’t Harry, I can’t}. Harry could understand his beloved’s anxiety. If it were him, he would be reacting in exactly the same manner. He patted the sofa beside him. Draco sat back down, and Harry gathered him in his arms. Draco was trembling, tears spilling down his cheeks, as the enormity of his fate started to sink in.

Harry gently kissed the damp face, combing Draco’s hair out of his eyes with his fingers, {I’ll take care of us, babe, all of us. I promise}. He trailed a soft palm over Draco’s chest, resting it on his beloved’s belly, as a spasm contorted Draco’s face, and he winced through clenched teeth. Harry held him tight, massaging his stomach. {It’s already started. Your body is preparing itself}. Draco nodded wordlessly against Harry’s chest. {But is this really necessary, Harry, I mean, can’t we delay things for a while, we’re a bit young, don’t you think?}. Harry shrugged, {We’re a liability to each other until this bond is sealed. I would like to put this off myself, at least until we finish school and the exams are over. I don’t know}, he sighed.

They were both silent for a while, deep in thought. Draco tightened his arms around Harry, In a desperate small voice, he sent, {I’ll do it then, lover, for both of us. We’re locked into this thing now, aren’t we? It’s inexorable and it’s ruddy scary what pain we could inflict on each other. The sooner the better, I suppose, though I’m frightened to death here}

Harry held tight, feeling the waves of doubt that they shared, {You’d really do this for us?. Oh, Dragon, I love you so much. Thank you}, he kissed Draco’s lips and drew away to read his lover’s eyes, seeing the love returned and the mute acceptance, then a tentative smile as Harry sent as much reassurance as he could muster, Then laid his Dragon’s head on his shoulder. Draco sent, {I suppose I need to talk to someone, about cycles and things}. Harry kissed the top of Draco’s head, {‘Mione’s your girl on that one}. Draco smiled and looked into Harry’s face, {I rather hoped so. I really like her, you know, and I’m so sorry for the nasty things I’ve done to her in the past. She’s great}. Harry dipped his head, kissing Draco on the nose, {Asking her for help will be all the apology she needs. Oh, and for your information, I think she likes you too}.

They dressed and made themselves presentable for Madam Pomfrey’s daily visit. She deposited a paper bag on the sideboard, muttering, “Supplies for you, that you may need”, before carefully checking them over, particularly Draco, then leaving, a small tight smile of satisfaction on her face as she went.

Draco took a couple of painkillers, then, reluctantly, they set about a Herbology essay that was expected the next day. As they stretched as they finished, there was a light tap on the flat door. It was lunchtime below them. Harry answered. Hermione. She swept in, to be grabbed by Draco, hungry for information. He led them into the bedroom, shutting Harry out, and drilled her with questions, letting her read the appropriate portions of the book. Her eyes grew saucer-round, her jaw dropping as she took it all in. “This feels bloody weird, telling all this to a bloke. I mean...”, her speech faded as she regarded Draco. “You’re really going to do this aren’t you?”. Draco nodded, and looked down. His knuckles bunched into his mouth, “Although I’m absolutely terrified, I don’t think we have much choice on this one”.

She hugged him, long and hard, releasing him and looking into his eyes. Read the pure love there. And sighed, satisfied. The formerly evil Slytherin had bowed, submitted to his fate, and Hermione suddenly felt a surge of warm feeling for these boys. “Are you already?”, she touched her forehead to Draco’s. “Nah, still adjusting, so to speak”. They laughed. “You’ll let me know of course”. Draco smiled into her eyes, kissing her suddenly, “’Mione, you’ll be the first to know, well, after Harry”. She coloured to the roots of her hair, as they rejoined Harry.

Hermione noted the relief on Draco’s face, as he sank down onto the sofa, wrapped in Harry’s arms and legs. He blew her a kiss as she left for lunch, dumping their assignments as she exited. As she wandered along the corridors towards lunch, she had to admit to herself, that Harry and Draco were one hot couple.