Train Ride

\"Train Ride\"
By Pluto (otis_the_otter@yahoo.com)

Summary: Hermione and Snape are alone in a compartment on the Hogwarts express. Hermione can\'t figure out why Snape is so nervous.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don\'t own Harry Potter.

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The train ride was silent. Well, the train itself made its usual chug-a-chug noises and the children in the other compartments romped and shouted like normal, but in this compartment the air was thick with silence. Snape had cast a Noise Diverting charm the moment they stepped into it.

It was extremely uncomfortable, Hermione thought. After this summer at Grimmauld Place, locked up with Snape (and Harry, the Weaselys, and Lupin), she had assumed their relationship would remain friendly, but now Snape seemed strained and annoyed. Really, she thought their relationship had been more than friendly, at least in comparison to her normal relationship with the man. Snape had never sat with anyone else in the dusty library, nor made conversation with anyone else at dinner. He hadn\'t allowed Harry, Ron, or Ginny to step into his room to review Potions homework. Once he had even...put his hand on her back...as though...

But it wasn\'t so. They were just teacher and student. Whatever the reason Snape had taken her aside into this compartment, while Ron and Harry and went off on their own, it certainly wasn\'t anything unprofessional.SnapSnape cleared his throat. What did he want to say? Why had he brought her here? It probably had to do with schoolwork. Yes.

\"Miss Granger,\" he said hoarsely.

Hermione watched him smooth down the front of his robes, a nervous gesture for such a stiff, cold man. He touched the hard curve of his chin, as if looking for something to do to distract himself.

\"Miss Granger,\" he repeated, but he didn\'t get any further.

All right, she thought. Perhaps it didn\'t have to do with schoolwork. Perhaps it had to do with the Order. Was he being sent on a mission? Yes! They had spoken of that as well this summer. How he might be missing a great deal of this school year because of his dangerous spying job. She had been frightened; he had told her not to worry. Perhaps he was trying to break the terrible news to her now.

She had to help him!

\"Professor Snape,\" she said quietly. His head snapped up. \"It\'s all right, sir. I know.\"

His nervousness melted into something blank. \"You know...\"

\"Yes. You don\'t need to worry.\"

\"How could you...?\"

\"I think it\'s obvious what\'s on your mind.\"

His eyes widened slightly. His hands clenched.

\"Herm—\"

\"But like I said, you don\'t need to worry. I won\'t tell my friends what\'s going on. It\'ll be our secret.\"

She reached across the compartment to rest her hand on his wrist. It was trembling. Could he really be this frightened? She knew they weren\'t enemies anymore, but he didn\'t need to think she would be this upset!

Hermione made to pull away. But Snape\'s hand shot out and took hers. She looked up. His eyes were burning with...something. And before she could react he had yanked her across the compartment and into his lap.

\"Oh!\" she cried in shock. It was muffled, though, by Snape\'s mouth.

She couldn\'t believe it. He was kissing her. He was holding her tightly against him, her legs on either side of his. His hands gripped her waist fiercely, and if she held still she could feel the growl in his throat as he forced his tongue into her mouth.

Despite her confusion, Hermione couldn\'t deny that she wanted this. She held onto Snape\'s broad shoulders, giving herself to him. She felt his dirty hair on her face, his crooked teeth against hers—the unfamiliar throb of his growing erection. He wanted her! She whimpered into the kiss.

He pulled back. The kiss ended with a wet sound. Immediately he put his face onto the side of her neck, kissing the soft white skin.

\"Yes,\" he whispered, bringing a hand up to her breast. \"Yes...yes...\"

The other hand stayed on her waist, keeping her trembling body flush against him. It was amazing, the feeling of a man\'s hands on her, keeping her steady, arousing her. She\'d only done this with one other man—a boy, really. Last year\'s Head Boy, who she\'d thought only liked her as a study partner—that is, until he came onto her one night in the library. They fooled around several times, and when he left Hogwarts she never heard from him again.

Well, if Snape wanted her, she wanted the relationship to go right this time.

\"Prof—\" she started, but he interrupted her.

\"Shh,\" he said against her lips. They kissed again. \"I\'ve wanted this for so long,\" he said breathlessly. \"You don\'t know...you...\"

\"But why are you—?\"

\"Hush, hush...\"

His hand left her breast and began unbuttoning her outer robes. He worked quickly, only coming to the fourth button, the one just below her chest. Then he got to work on her under robes, until finally she felt the hot, train air on her breasts. Snape\'s mouth went right for a nipple. He sucked so intensely that she held onto his head with her surprise. She felt ripples of pleasure run from her nipple to her groin.

Hermione moaned softly. Out of instinct, she began to gyrate her hips. She held his shoulders tightly and rode his lap, seeking out the hard cock under his robes. She felt it pressing against her thigh. It jerked once at he continued to suck.

Then he pulled back, and she felt his warm breath on her other nipple. His tongue flicked out and licked it.

\"Oh God,\" she moaned. \"Please, Professor!\"

He didn\'t disappoint her. He latched his mouth onto that nipple, too, feasting on the soft pink flesh as though it was his first time touching a girl.

She noticed that he was bucking up as she rode his lap. His erection was harder eve ever, so hard it might have ripped through his robes; though the logical part of her mind told her that was ridiculous, the primal part told it was an extremely arousing thought—his hot, long prick reaching out to her. Suddenly, she wanted it quite badly. She needed him to fuck her.

Shshedshed him away. He was startled as his mouth disconnected from her breast, but when she put her hands on the tent in his robes he was excited again. She began stroking the soft black material, feeling how he ground up into her hand.

Hermione quickly began to undo his buttons. He got the idea and helped her, looking at her face all the while with passion burning in his eyes. His cock and balls were released from the robes, and Hermione moaned at the sight of them. This was a man. Snape was much bigger than the Head Boy. The big cock in front of her twitched in her hand as she fisted it, enjoying the animalistic sounds that came from between his teeth.

Snape reached around her and pulled up her robes until they were bunched around her waist. He moved his hand along he smooth curve of her ass, and then under it to where she was very wet. He stuck his middle finger into her pussy and began to fuck her.

\"Oooh,\" she whimpered, bouncing backwards onto his finger.

Hermione couldn\'t stand it anymore. She rose onto her knees, crawled forward, and prepared to sit on his cock. Snape held her hips steady, watching as his prick disappeared up her wet pussy.

The feeling of his hot member stretching her wide gave Hermione chills. She immediately began to fuck herself on the cock, gripping his shoulders. Snape buried his face in her breasts again, sucking and groaning.

Once again, she thought to herself she couldn\'t believe this was happening. She didn\'t know what had come over Snape, but that didn\'t mean she wasn\'t enjoying his large, strong hands on her hips, urging her down onto his prick again and again. Eventually his force became so unbearable that she thought she might ask him to stop, but when he pulled away from her breasts, leaning his head against the seat, the sight of his pink, enraptured face made her think twice. This might be her only time with him, she realized, looking at his closed eyes, and she wasn\'t going to ruin it.

\"Fuck me,\" she moaned, rolling her hips with abandon.

His eyes snapped opene. That burning passion was still there.

Abruptly he stood up. She clung to him, thinking he might fall from her weight, but he was a strong man. She wrapped her legs around him and he pressed her back against the door of the compartment and continued to fuck her hard.

His cock throbbed within her leaking pussy. She felt herself convulsing wildly around it, and knew she was about to come. She buried her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her pleasured shriek.

After she had come, Snape continued to pummel her wildly. His knees were bent and his arms trembling from holding her up, but soon she could sense he was goto fto finish. He bucked sporadically and grunted words that made no sense, and then he pulled her against him as tightly as he could. She stroked his shoulders as he sprayed his seed deep into her pussy. He continued to ejaculate for several seconds, as if this was the best orgasm he\'d ever had. She wouldn\'t be surprised if she had come down her legs when this was through.

He slowed his thrusts almost completely, and then sprayed his last load of sperm into her shaking body.

Snape let her slide down his body. Her robes fell down to her ankles again, though her breasts still hung out of the top. Snape\'s cock, now soft, hung out of his robes. They stood, resting against each other.

Then Hermione spoke.

\"What brought this on?\" she panted.

Snape pulled back, confusion in his eyes.

\"What in Merlin\'s name are you talking about?\"

\"I was just trying to comfort you,\" she explained, \"trying to tell you I wasn\'t worried about you going away to be a spy, and then you...\" She gestured between them, acknowledging their state of undress.

Hermione noticed how ridiculous she must look. She turned away to button up the top of her robes.

Snape righted his clothing as well, glowering over his shoulder at her.

\"I seem to have made a mistake...\" he muttered.

Hermione\'s heart fell. \"What?\" Did he regret this?

\"I was merely trying to...express my...feelings for you. I thought you knew that.\"
You You weren\'t talking about the spying?\"

\"No, I wasn\'t talking about that,\" he hissed. \"Why would I have...done such a thing afterward if that was what I was referring to?\"

\"I...\" Hermione stammered. \"I didn\'t know...\"

\"Yes, well,\" he sneered, straightening his robes. \"That is a first, isn\'t it, Granger?\" Then he turned to leave.

\"No!\" Hermione said, catching his arm. He regarded her as though she were a bug. \"You have feelings for me?\"

\"I doesn\'t matter,\" he said, opening the compartment door. \"Forget this. It was entirely inappropriate of me.\"

\"No! Professor! I thought...I mean...\" She fumbled for words. \"Yes!\" she said quietly. \"I have...feelings, too.\"

He looked at her closely. He closed the door with a snap.

\"I wasn\'t mistaken in making advances toward you?\" he murmured.

Hermione smiled. \"I\'d say they were slightly more than advances.\"

She could have sworn Snape smiled, too. He cleared his throat. Then he took his wand from his robes, spoke a charm to lock the door, and said, \"Let us see if we can make them significantly more than advances.\"

And he pulled Hermione against him once more.

*fin*


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