Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

8

It was nearly Christmas. As their classmates made arrangements for the holidays, Draco and Harry knew they weren’t going anywhere. While they’d been together, Harry had made mention of Draco’s family from time to time only to have his lover clam up. Since starting school, Harry had always spent Christmas at Hogwarts but he knew Draco went home. When he asked his beloved if he minded not going, Draco snapped, {I don’t care if I never see the place again}, and changed the subject. Dumbledore had owled The Manor, pleading a contagion at School, that on express medical advice, Draco was to stay, many apologies for inconvenience caused etc etc...

Draco was feeling better, but stranger. The nausea had eased somewhat, and his appetite had returned, although he still felt light-headed from time to time. He had many long talks with Hermione about the changes taking place within him. She was completely open with him, told him as much as she knew. “I always thought you girls were such whingers on these matters, but now I’m totally in sympathy”. Hermione smiled, then they both giggled. Draco felt Harry send, {What’s this then, girltalk?}. {Shut up, Harry, she’s a mine of information, and her, erm, supplies are better than those ‘orrible thingies that Madam Pomfrey sends up}. He felt Harry’s laughter from the next room.

Few stayed at Hogwarts for the festivities this year, and the boys had the run of the place. Feeling glad to be able to venture out at whim, they even did a bit of flying, although the weather was icy cold, and unless Harry worked magic, his glasses would have frozen to his face. They would land, exhilarated and pink-cheeked. It had been a major blow for both of them to resign from their respective House teams, pleading medical reasons with backup from Madam Pomfrey. That had been a very sad day.

Christmas Day was actually extremely pleasant. A choice of turkey or duck with all the trimmings for the main course, then traditional Christmas pud or ice cream to follow. Wine or Butterbeer for the teachers and seventh years, and mango or pumpkin juice for the younger folk.

As the tables vanished after lunch, people wandered off to do their own thing. Harry dragged an ancient sofa in front of the huge fire in the Great Hall as it emptied, and pulled Draco down next to him. They held chaste hands, gazing into the depths of the fire. Draco’s head eventually lolled, his eyes closing as he dozed. Harry tipped his head to one side, regarding his lover’s sleeping face lit by flickering firelight. He felt a surge of pure love pass through him. He sent it to his sleeping Dragon, who smiled slightly in slumber. Harry pulled Draco’s head onto his shoulder, kissed his hair, and turned his gaze back to the fire.

Secretly, he felt very nervous. As part of the changes, Madam Pomfrey had devised a chart that was currently taped to their bathroom wall, that Draco was to fill in each day, to map all that was happening to him. Tick boxes for some things, larger spaces left to record thoughts and feelings. Some of the tick boxes that should have been filled by now, weren’t. They should have been checked over the last five days, but hadn’t been. He worried a while longer, but despite his mind whirling, the heavy meal took it’s toll and he slumped into Draco, and slept.

Dumbledore came across them a while later, a tangle of boys and arms. He smiled down at them, then withdrew his wand and cautiously dowsed them. Suddenly, he felt a totally alien flash from Draco, put his wand aside immediately, stunned. ‘So it is happening already, this is strong, this is powerful’, he smiled as he pondered, ‘That I should live to see such a thing, is miraculous indeed. I wonder if they know yet’, he thought as he passed on, murmuring a quite harmless ‘sweet dreams’ spell as he billowed from the Hall.

Eventually the boys awoke. At some point the fire had died back somewhat, and a blanket had been thrown over them. They had somehow laid next to each other whilst asleep, arms twined about each other. Harry’s green eyes opening onto amazing pale grey, which darkened to ash as they gazed at each other. They could not resist, they kissed, chaste and sleepy, veering to awake and sexy in moments, desire building like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf them, {We’re in the Hall}. {I know, idiot, I just can’t resist}. {I know, me either. Quick, like this. Just undo us, press us together}. Even Harry’s sending was breathless. Draco complied, and it was over in moments, leaving them both gasping, giggling wrecks.

{You amaze me, Harry}. {You too, lover. Now, we’d better get cleaned up before we’re busted by House Elves}. As one they sat up, cleaning up and making themselves reasonably respectable. As they made their way back to their rooms, they detoured to the kitchens, Dobby sorting them out with munchies for the evening, including pistachio ice cream. The meal was standing waiting for them, and a fire lit as they entered. They fell upon the meal, then each other. With ice cream and Harry for dessert, Draco was a happy man.

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Harry untangled himself from Draco in the night, needing to relieve himself. Before he went to the bathroom, he remembered something Hermione had left in her latest parcel. He extracted the small slim box and took it with him, laying it on the toilet cistern for Draco to find in the morning. It was actually a crude Muggle device, but it let you know what you needed to within 10 minutes or so, without the use of magic, which could be harmful at this delicate stage. He lay back down beside his Dragon, sinking into sleep, enfolding him in his arms, sending, {Are you, babe, are you?}.

As dawn spread into their room, Draco undid Harry’s arms from around him, creeping to the toilet on quiet bare feet. Saw the box, opened it and blearily read the instructions. They hadn’t talked about it, but he knew Harry was anxious about the last few days’ lack of ticks in those boxes, as was he. He did what he had to do as per the instructions, then sat on the side of the bath.

And experienced the longest ten minutes of his entire life.

The dawn light was just enough to see by. He peered into the little plastic window. Yep, two parallel blue lines. He squinted, cleared his head, stared again. Nothing had changed. Those irrevocable blue lines said it all. He went back to bed in a daze. Shook Harry awake. No thoughts sent, no words. Harry fumbled on his glasses, silently accepted the device that Draco handed him, glanced down, then up at Draco, then down again, real shock registering. Then, slowly, a huge smile. Gathering Draco to him, gently, {So it’s true then?}. Draco nodded, his face buried in Harry’s hair.

He pulled away a little, so he could see Harry’s eyes, all of a sudden feeling so vulnerable, sending it all to his love. His eyes teared. Harry’s mind caught the barely whispered, {Yes}

Harry also caught the random feelings of panic that Draco felt. Soothed him as best he could. {We’re safe here love, Dumbledore won’t let anything untoward happed to us. Babe, we can do this. Let me look after you}. Draco grabbed Harry’s hand, pressing it over his belly, looking up into Harry’s eyes, fear writ plain. {Can you really protect me. From Him?}. Harry buried his face in Draco’s chest, his emotions welling, {I don’t know, baby. I hope so. I want to, with all that is in me, but there isn’t any certainty}.

Harry gathered Draco to him, drawing Draco’s head to his shoulder, and was soon asleep. Draco lay awake, staring into the dark. He could feel all sorts of doubts and anxieties nag at him. He tried to keep his thoughts still until he knew Harry was asleep, then gave them free rein, letting the fear wash through him. He tried to control his breathing, but tears clogged his throat and he cried himself to sleep.

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The next morning Harry summoned Dobby, who spread a feast before them. Harry munched heartily, while Draco merely picked. Harry could feel Draco’s dejection, sensed the way Draco closed himself down to be alone with his fear. Harry broke through the fog, {Tell me, love. Talk to me}.

{Okay}, Draco snapped at him, {It’s like this. Suppose Voldemort has another scenario planned, just like you and your parents, only we die this time. Or, just to make things interesting, my parents haul me out of here and back to the manor, and get one of their well-paid medical retainers to sort me out, that’s if they don’t fucking disown me. Oh, and on top of all that, I’m going to get incredibly huge, so you won’t fancy me any more. I’ll probably get all hormonal and want gherkins dipped in jam for a midnight snack. I can’t play Quidditch anymore, and I just feel too damn young for all this. I only shave once a week, for heaven’s sake. I feel like I’m turnin’ into a girl. And I’m expecting a baby!!}.

Harry regarded his lover with a warm but level gaze. {My love, you are most emphatically not turning into a girl. But for us to bond properly, a child is apparently part of the deal. For some reason, it’s you who’s doing the carrying, but, believe me, Dragon, I’m going nowhere. We are together in this. We’re both too young. Given the choice, I too would rather hold off parenthood for a good many years yet. The thought about a repeat performance with Voldemort had crossed my mind. Several times in fact. I’ll always fancy you, however huge you get. Dragon, you’re carrying my child, it doesn’t get sexier than that. Between all of us here, we will not let your family separate us. Oh, and if you want gherkins and jam, I suspect Dobby would miss a night’s sleep to hand make the jam to order}.

Draco felt the truth of this, and smiled weakly. Harry extended his hand. Draco took it, he was shaking. {Oh, and something else}, Harry sent, {You are going to be such a girl magnet}. Draco looked confused. {Dragon, you’ll be the only man on the planet, who really understands what it’s like to go through girl things. Pregnancy, periods, childbirth. The girls will be all over you like a rash, and once he or she is born...}
Draco stood, stepping around the table, sat next to Harry. His smile warming, {We’d better tell someone, babe, the more people we have on our side, the better, although I’m fuckin’ terrified}

{We’ll go and see Dumbledore first}. Draco nodded in agreement. He ate more then, and Harry felt Draco’s fear lessen a little. He wrapped an arm around him, {I love you so much, we will do this, my Dragon, we will, and I’ll always be here}

After breakfast, they made their leisurely way to Dumbledore’s study, eventually standing before him. Albus smiled at them seeing Draco to a chair first before seating Harry. {He knows}. Draco nodded.

They told him, both turning bright red. “I carefully dowsed you on Christmas night in the Hall”, Dumbledore explained, “I did not do anything strong enough to harm. It goes without saying that you will both stay here until the birth. Draco, if you find study a problem, then arrangements can be made for you to sit your exams at another time. There is so much to do. How many people know, boys?”. Harry replied, “Just you, so far, but I want to tell Ron and Hermione”. “And I want to tell Blaise and Pansy”, Draco interjected.

Albus regarded these amazing boys, facing trials that he could only guess at. These two glowed, despite the polite and sombre mood in the study. Right then he offered them a home under Hogwarts roof for as long as they needed it. “Education is a good thing, but what you have is so rare, so precious, that I will do anything, and I mean anything to ensure that you both are safe. And, by the way, tell as many people that you trust that you wish to. You will need all the support you can get. This is such a strange and uncharted branch of Magic, boys, we will have to go on and see what happens. Although, unfortunately, I will have to register you both at the Ministry”.

Harry turned pleading eyes to his Headmaster, “Not until we’re past the three month line, please?”. Then Albus felt the joy. That poured from Harry. Then the faint dread that Draco emanated. “Draco. Just now, you may be feeling weak. This is natural. Your body has gone through so much in such a short time, and will continue to do so. This is a powerful magic that is granted to few. To begin with you will empathize in a stronger way with the opposite gender. You will have and share fundamental experiences with all people, Draco. This will make you a powerful Empath. Who can read anybody. This is not a passive role. When you are trained, you will read in micro-seconds. Your reactions will sharpen, your senses will become more acute, and we need to explore your wandless abilities, which, if I read you correctly, will be awe-inspiring”.

Draco couldn’t help himself, he grinned at his Headmaster. This was the plus side to his situation, and he needed to hear it. He glanced at Harry, a slow smirk lighting his face.

“For your part, Harry”. Dumbledore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, “Right now, you are the protector, the facilitator. This will change, as the two of you train to become one mind, once the baby is born. He or she will be the tying link. This is a natural emanation of Telempath magic, not an evil scheme of Voldemort’s. This news isn’t out yet, and I will protect you both, as long as I can. Individually, you are two extremely talented Magicians in your own way, but together you will be so powerful”. Dumbledore chuckled, “Voldemort won’t know what’s hit him!”.

Draco tried hard to feel reassured, but still had deep-seated doubts. Which Harry picked up on. Glancing at his lover, who returned the look, then rose and sat in Harry’s lap. Harry’s arm encircled his waist, resting his hand on Draco’s belly. Albus smiled at them, reading their confusion, the tentative reaching out toward joy, and sent them on their way.

Only Draco could resolve the conflict raging within him, a fierce rejection of the burgeoning foetus on one hand, a bubbling joy on the other. He felt faint with indecision. Harry holding him up, as they made their way back to their apartment.

Homework and Schoolwork were not happening as Harry laid the charms, and took his hungry Dragon to bed. Devouring him, his mouth claiming Draco’s stiff cock, {You are not a girl, lover}, as he deep-throated him, clutching his arse, pulling him deeper, sending Draco spectacularly over the edge. In short order, sinking into his beloved, slowly, gently, until he felt Draco come again beneath him, then letting it all out, gasping against Draco’s neck, as his climax shot him into another dimension.

He felt a gentle hand patting his face. Bringing him back. Draco sent, {Lost you for a bit, babe. Felt that. Lost me for a bit, too}. Harry felt Draco laugh into his hair, sending only pure pleasure. Harry’s eyes screwed up, a couple of tears leaking. Draco lifted his face, kissed the tears away, {You’re mine, and I’m yours, and we are going to be all right. Give me your hand}. Draco pressed Harry’s hand to his belly. Harry kissed his Dragon gently, his hand cupped over that taut muscled expanse of flesh, imagining it filling, pressing outward, with their child, felt his emotions rise, his face heat, the kiss between then intensify.

Draco felt the heat, {What is it, babe?}. {I just imagined you very pregnant, and me loving you more than is humanly possible, kissing all over your belly}. Even Draco’s thoughts were incoherent, {Babe, please, come here, love me, take me}. Harry shook his head, {Mmm mmm. My turn}. He let Draco roll them over, press his legs apart, prepare him, enter him, pleasure him, fuck him, until he saw stars, coming between their bellies, Draco released deep within him. Harry happy beyond measure. Draco’s doubts assuaged, at least for now.