Passenger Compartment | By : yousovain Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The door
shut with a smart snap behind her and Hermione Granger sat down on the seat
with a sigh. It had taken her nearly an
hour and a half to do it but she had finally rid herself of the four-headed
monster, as she liked to call it, otherwise known as Ron, Lavender, Harry and
Ginny.
The train
ride from King’s Cross had started out pleasantly enough but as everyone
settled in for the long trip it became painfully obvious that it was a couples
only compartment. Hermione decided once
the kissing began that she was no longer welcome and fled.
Hermione
found herself in this compartment after successfully evading Harry’s search
finally. It was nice of the boy to
pretend that she was wanted in the compartment but Hermione was smarter than
that. She cast a silencing charm on the
door and shut the curtains.
Frankly, she was exhausted. They had all risen at the crack of dawn down
at the Burrow to prepare for the trip.
This was Hermione’s final year and she spent most of the previous night
wide-eyed and worried. She was coming
painfully close to having to choose what to do post-Hogwarts.
“Perhaps you’d like to lock the
door as well, Miss Granger.”
The cool, silky voice that could
only belong to one possible individual awoke Hermione from her comedown.
“Professor Snape!”
“None other,” he replied, unfolding
his long arms and legs and sitting upright.
If Hermione had been paying closer
attention she would have realized why this compartment was empty when there
were so many students on board. The
malevolent shadow that had been lounging in the corner of the compartment was
the perfect repellant.
Hermione rose, “I’m sorry sir, I
didn’t know you were in here.” She
opened the door. “I’ll leave you alone.”
“Nonsense, Miss Granger,” Snape
replied, closing the door again with a flick of his wand. “There’s plenty of room.” She watched his face contort into a spiteful
smirk. He was perfectly aware that he
made anyone uncomfortable.
What Snape hadn’t realized was that
Hermione was not like anyone else. She
had long ago given up any childish concerns about him, having watched his
tireless work for the Order. She knew
not to ask why he was onboard the train.
The fact that he was onboard meant there was an extra set of hands to
guard against anything that was to come.
The problem was that she had developed a rather unhealthy attraction to
the Potions master during the summertime and being this close to the object of
her attraction was making her nervous.
They fell back into an
uncomfortable silence. Snape still
leaned against the compartment wall but his attention had turned to the passing
scenery. Hermione, her exhaustion long
forgotten, sat rigidly straight and tried to keep from looking directly at him. She could see the black cloud out of the corner
of her eye and she was dying to have a closer look. She hadn’t been this close to Snape since the
first and only time they ever shared the dinner table at the Order.
“Miss Granger, you’re going to give
yourself a hernia if you continue to sit so overextended,” Snape murmured, his
gaze never leaving the window.
Hermione slumped back against the
seat, feeling her cheeks burn from embarrassment.
“You seem tense, Miss
Granger.” Her name came out as a purr
from the dark Potions Master. It made
Hermione flush even more. Her heart felt
like a jackhammer trying to drill its way out of her chest.
“It’s just the start of the year,
sir,” She replied, breathlessly, fixing her gaze on the wall directly in front
of her. “I think I always get this way
whenever the year begins.”
“I don’t believe that.”
Her eyes widened in fear as he
called her bluff.
“There’s
something else wrong, Miss Granger,” he turned nonchalantly back to the window,
“Whether you tell me or not is none of my concern. I merely wish to refrain from sharing a
compartment with a student who appears to have taken a laxative.”
There was
certainly no way in hell she’d be telling him the truth. She could just
imagine it: Well sir, the reason I’m
acting like I’ve just met my maker is because I’m totally hot for you! Yeah, that’d go over well.
“I’d rather
not, if it’s all the same to you, sir.”
“As I had
assumed. Very well, Ms. Granger. Carry
on with your moodiness.”
They sat in
silence for quite some time after that.
Hermione tried to relax but she couldn’t; it was as though Snape’s
presence was suffocating her although he only occupied one very shadowy corner
of the compartment.
“Perhaps I
know why you are intent on burning a hole into the wall with your eyes, Miss
Granger,” Snape murmured, a bemused expression scrawled across his sallow
face. “So you have a bit of a crush on
your old Potions professor, eh?”
Her heart
sat in her throat and each time she swallowed she could barely get over the
lump of it sitting in her trachea. His
words sliced through her as though she were made of butter. All rational thoughts fled from her
brain. She wasn’t prepared for such a
brash statement about her emotions to come from him. It scared her that he could read her so well
and she wanted to desperately leave the compartment before he could see
anything else. At the same time, though,
now that he knew she couldn’t help the goose pimples from rising to her
skin. She began to shiver and she knew
it wasn’t because of the temperature.
The compartment was, in fact, stiflingly hot now that Snape had closed
the curtains. She said a silent prayer in thanks for having had the forethought to keep
her civvies on and save the heavy robe for when they arrived at Hogwarts.
She tried
to respond, really she did. It should
have been easy to protest, a horrified expression on her face, except it wasn’t
at all. After all, she was a terrible
liar.
He sat down
on her side of the compartment and moved closer still. She couldn’t stop him from placing one long
index finger beneath her chin, forcing Hermione to look into his eyes for the
first time since she’d stepped into the compartment.
“What ever
shall we do about this … predicament?”
He intentionally paused before enunciating the final word, careful to
emphasize the dic.
Words could
not describe how she was feeling. He had
pinned her to the darkest corner of the compartment. She couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping
her lips as she felt his thumb move up and slowly work its way across her bottom
lip. His touch was soft, much softer
than she could have imagined it to be. His hands were surprisingly soft, like
velvet, as opposed to calloused and dry, as Hermione would’ve imagined
and the pad of his thumb left a burning
trace after it as it moved across her bottom lip, slowly back and
forth until she could barely take it anymore.
Arousal was
not the word for it, it seemed. She was
simply on fire and the only thing she
could think of to say was a simple
“Please …”
From the
darkness she could hear him chuckle softly.
“Such a
naughty Head Girl you are, Miss Granger.”
She had neither
the words nor the strength to argue. As
his thumb ran across her bottom lip for the fourth time her tongue darted out
and lightly ran along his digit. His was
a tangy taste, almost like copper. It
sent even more shivers down her spine.
She couldn’t believe she had had the courage to do such a thing but her
courage was rewarded when she heard a low groan come from the Potions
Master. She was throbbing and desperately
wanting some contact. This was a slow
torture.
Hermione
squeezed her thighs tightly and reveled in the brief shot of relief from the
aching radiating from her centre.
Snape could
only hold back for so long. This was
slowly becoming torture for him as
well! Never had he thought he would be
sitting in this compartment with a highly aroused Hermione Granger almost
begging for him to take her. He could
probably count all of the lucky days in his life on one hand. This was certainly an opportunity not to be
passed up. Besides, his erection was
quickly becoming more than uncomfortable.
There was certainly no way he’d be relieving himself alone after she’d
done such a spectacular job of arousing it!
The girl
was certainly a sight to behold. He could
practically smell the arousal in the air and he was positive that if he were open
up those perfectly fitted jeans she’d be sopping wet. Her eyes were half-closed and her hand had at
some point drifted to rest on his forearm.
He suddenly became aware of the weight of her hand which nearly set his robes
on fire. He wasn’t ready to succumb to
the madness just yet, though. Snape knew
there was more in her to play with and he wasn’t going to be content until he
had his fill.
He reached
over and wrapped his fingers gently around the nape of her neck. He watched her eyes drift closed as he guided
her closer.
Maddeningly,
instead of kissing her on her burning lips, Hermione felt first his soft tongue
and then sharp teeth graze along her neck.
She gasped as she felt him suckle gently on the mark he undoubtedly left
with those teeth. Her hands drifted up
to rest on his chest. She was astounded
at how solid he felt underneath so many layers of black and she desperately
wanted to feel just his skin. She wanted
to know if he was burning up as quickly as she was.
His mouth
was suddenly upon hers. She could taste
the salt of her own flesh on his tongue as he ravenously pulled her into the
kiss. It was unlike anything she had
ever experienced. He seemed to want to
swallow her up and she fought hard, pushing just as hard as he was.
When they
parted they were both panting.
In his
haste to open her shirt Snape ripped off all the buttons. They bounced off the walls and landed in a
scatter on the floor. Neither paid much
attention though as Snape pulled one cup of her bra down and took the taut
nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue along the small pebble. The seconds were mounting for Hermione. Each flick of his tongue sent jolts of
pleasure towards her aching clitoris.
She couldn’t keep the cries from escaping her open mouth. She began to rock her hips
unconsciously. Snape grabbed hold of her
sides to steady the moaning girl.
He was
positively throbbing when he moved to the other nipple. She was absolutely beautiful, her wild hair
surrounding her flushed face as she moaned over his ministrations. Never mind the girl, he could barely take any
more of this.
He covered
her lips again with his own, swallowing her last moan. She was savage in her desire, sending him
reeling as she nipped and sucked fiercely on his tongue.
“Get up for
me, Miss Granger,” he whispered to her before kissing her one final time.
He helped
her up by steadying her as she rose on wobbly legs. It didn’t help that the train kept jostling
them every three seconds.
“Take off
your trousers,” he murmured as he unbuttoned his fly. Her hands fumbled as she watched his hand
disappear and begin stroking the hard length inside his own trousers.
As her
jeans dropped to the floor of the compartment, Snape pulled out his aching
cock. It shone in the dim light with
pre-cum.
“Turn
around,” she heard him whisper and she complied.
He reached
forward and pulled her towards him by the hips.
She was wearing soft green panties cut to look like shorts. He hooked two fingers into the material and
pulled them down gently. She shivered against
his knees.
Hermione
felt a large hand move up her inner thigh, exasperatingly slowly. She knew she was agonizingly wet and one touch
would most likely send her reeling over the edge. Her legs parted of their own volition as he
moved closer towards her wet pussy. Her
entire body seemed to be acting of its own accord as she felt herself kneading
her breasts. The bra had come off sometime
between sitting and standing. She gasped
aloud as she felt a long finger graze across her outer labia. She could hear herself begging but wasn’t
sure whether it was coming from her mind or her mouth.
“All in
good time, Miss Granger,” she heard from behind and she knew then that she was
pleading aloud.
Each time
he came close to touching her aching clit he skittered away all too
quickly. He was enjoying the fact that
she was on the verge of madness and although he himself was also aching he knew
he could control himself. She on the
other hand was entirely new to this and was wearing her desire quite proudly.
Each time
he pulled away, she moved a little further down, as if to follow his departing
digit. Eventually, Hermione found
herself sitting on his lap. He wrapped a
long arm around her midsection and pulled her closer to him. She could feel his erection sandwiched in
between the cleft of her ass and his stomach.
She swung a leg over each of his thighs, effectively leaving herself
wide open for his touch.
“I dare say
I’ve never seen anyone more aroused than you, Miss Granger,” He murmured into
her ear before sucking the fleshy lobe into his mouth. She could feel his hands resting on her
thighs, mere centimeters from her burning core. She leaned against his hard chest and let her
head loll back against his shoulder. She
was vaguely aware that he was toying with her but the pleasure of it was so
intense that she simply did not care.
She wanted relief but knew that once she’d get it, it would be all
over. This was simply too fun to ever
stop, she thought hazily.
She felt
his hand drift towards her waiting pussy.
She shuddered and groaned loudly as he finally stroked her burning
clit. He knew just where to touch
her. It was utterly exquisite agony. The pleasure did not last though. He retracted his hand just as quickly and
gripped her by the hips. He pushed her
up into a standing position. As she sat
back down he guided her onto his waiting prick. The sudden fullness could not have been more delicious.
Snape
wondered briefly as she moaned loudly whether her silencing charm was still in
place but as she began to rock on his lap the thought quickly dissolved.
She was
going crazy from the sensation. The
movement of the train coupled with her slow rocking was barreling her towards
her orgasm. Once again, she couldn’t
help but be amazed at how utterly incredible the sensation of fucking Professor
Snape was. No fantasy could have
compared to the actual feeling of her being buried to the hilt on Snape’s
cock.
Snape,
himself, could not have imagined how well this train ride was going. For the moment he had leaned back against the
padded backing of the seat and was watching Hermione Granger thrust herself
down onto his penis over and over. If
she kept up the pace she was going at he would be finished in a matter of
seconds. He sat up and placed his hand
on her belly. She slowed and finally
stopped, panting and leaning against his chest for support. He trailed kisses down her neck and along her
shoulder as his other hand moved down towards her clit again.
A groan
escaped his lips as he felt the heat between her legs. He enjoyed the sensation of touching her so
closely to where his cock penetrated her.
He rubbed her gently, feeling the girl’s stomach muscles contract as the
build up began in her.
She was so hot and tight around him
that it wasn’t going to take much more to finish him off. Her hands gripped his thighs as he continued
to touch her.
Snape’s finger on her clit was
making it hard to breath. All she could
feel was the pleasure, the deep, deep pleasure of his finger working her over
until finally she could feel the crescendo.
She hovered for only a second before the waves washed over her and she bent
forward, keening lowly as she came.
As she came, Snape grabbed her by
the hips and thrust into her once, twice, thrice until he felt his own orgasm
shoot through his entire system.
They sat in the dark compartment
until Hermione began to shiver from the cold.
In a single motion, Snape lifted the girl off his deflating prick and
wrapped his robe around her shivering form.
“I suppose that takes care of the
crush, doesn’t it, Miss Granger?” He asked gently., buttoning his fly. The room flooded with light as he shoved open
the curtains. He did not look at her as
he strode to the door, slid it open and exited the room. She continued shivering long after he was
gone.
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