War Games

Hermione Granger hated flying whether it be Muggle airplane, witches broom or this demented train of Dumbledore’s. She supposed it was the lack of control she felt as soon as her feet left the ground. That and how her brain would provide her with detailed information about what exactly a high speed crash would do to her body if it ever occurred. The fear was completely illogical, and she (who prided herself on her logic) found it teeth grindingly frustrating that she couldn’t control the reaction.

Though at the moment she couldn’t give a flying fuck! No pun intended. As she was being thoroughly and masterfully distracted.

He had started on her neck. Peppering her with the sucking biting kisses that he knew turned her brain to goo. It was lucky she had learned a glamour to cover the bruises, else there would surely be many awkward questions heading her way.

Next thing she knew she was straddling his lap. Her hands buried in his shaggy hair as his callused fingers kneaded her buttocks. She couldn’t remember if he had locked the door, anyone could walk in and see them if he hadn’t. And she wouldn’t care!

All she could do was whimper and writhe against the hardness pressing into her, arching her back presenting her now bare breasts to his rapacious mouth. She must look the picture of wanton with her shirt undone, bra pushed down and her skirt scrunched up about her waist.

“Look at me Mine.” He growled, sending delicious vibrations through her. Lust dazed brown met hot amber as their eyes met. And then he bit down on her nipple while simultaneously scraping a nail across her clit sending her screaming over the edge.

“REMUS!”

A wide eyed Sirius Black slid the compartment door closed quietly. Remus was obviously bust. He would go find Harry. He could hide…avoid Snape in his Godson’s compartment. And maybe while he was there he could figure out how he was supposed to meet his best friends eyes without blushing or breaking into hysterical giggles.

Heterosexuals were so weird!