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works/312059.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Cho_Chang/Padma_Patil
  Character:
      Cho_Chang, Padma_Patil, Marietta_Edgecombe
  Additional Tags:
      Exhibitionism, Vehicular_Sex, Masturbation
  Collections:
      Kink_Bingo_2010_(Round_Three)
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-03 Words: 1195
****** Ride With Me ******
by tristesses
Summary
     It had begun as a prank, a dare from one of her friends to sneak into
     Muggle London, into one of those fellytone boxes, and make a scene,
     scandalizing the Muggles before throwing a handful of Peruvian
     Instant Darkness Powder in the air and scurrying off under the cover
     of false night. [All characters are 15-17 years old.]
Notes
     Written for the Kink Bingo prompt "vehicular" on 6/12/2010.
It had begun as a prank, a dare from one of her friends to sneak into Muggle
London, into one of those fellytone boxes, and make a scene, scandalizing the
Muggles before throwing a handful of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder in the
air and scurrying off under the cover of false night. Cho was scared, of course
- Muggle London, with all its people, its loud cars, its screeches and its
grime, seemed dangerous even for a young witch - but she was never one to turn
down a dare. Stupid as a Gryffindor, Marietta called her, and although Cho was
Ravenclaw through and through, she took it as a compliment.
After the first time, though, Cho couldn't stop thinking about it; about the
low roar of the cars as they drove past her, passengers and passersby gawking
as she lifted the hem of her little Muggle skirt to rub at herself, enclosed
behind glass; about the rush that flooded her body when she raised her eyes and
saw London traffic, so many people before her, and she, being filthy - oh, it
was good. It was very good.
Cho went into the city again, alone this time. Foolish, maybe, but she was
sensible; she took her wand, and told Marietta where she was going, just in
case she didn't come back. She didn't explain why, though, nor did she make any
attempt to do so any of the other times she left the safety of her wizarding
village for the city. Marietta had probably thought she'd had a girlfriend or
something; Cho let her think it. It wasn't entirely inaccurate, after all; she
was certainly getting enough sex in the city. Marietta was just mistaken in
thinking it was sex with someone other than Cho, herself, alone.
                                     . . .
"No, I'm fine," Cho says, smiling at Gwen, who's asked her in over-solicitous
tones if Cho is quite all right, leaning back against the seat with her cloak
spread in her lap. "Just a little tired."
"You've become so dull in your old age, Cho," Marietta says with a sniff, her
eyes dancing; Cho is the oldest of the group, and receives a lot of ribbing and
jealousy for the fact. "Soon you'll get all wrinkly and we'll have to spend
loads of Galleons on buying you Rejuvenating Rubs so we can be seen with you in
public."
"Hardly," Cho laughs. "If there's one thing I don't have to look forward to
when I'm older, it's wrinkles. Have you seen my mother and grandmother? Neither
of them look a day over fifty."
"Ooh, you're lucky," Marietta says enviously. "My grandmother looks positively
withered. I should hope not to look that bad when I'm her age."
Cho hears a soft snort from the corner; Padma Patil, studying. She often sits
with Cho's group, and they don't mind, since she's very quiet and doesn't tell
anybody about their gossip. Marietta shoots her a swift glare, but she doesn't
seem to react.
"Anyway," Cho says, diverting the subject, "I think I'll take a nap, now. Tell
me if you think of any other beauty products I should use."
"Oh, of course," Marietta teases, and turns away from Cho, who readjusts her
cloak to cover her more thoroughly. Now it's just her in the corner, and Padma,
who's not paying her any attention at all.
Shutting her eyes, Cho lets her head loll back against the seat. Soft, and
comfortable, the rumble of the train a soothing sound. Much more peaceful than
the sound of cars on the London streets, yet still similar, shoved along its
tracks by forceful pistons and powerful engines.
The rhythm entices Cho's hand to slip under the cloak, between the folds of her
robes; it strokes against the soft skin of her thigh, slips upward - just
enough, knuckles brushing along the silk of her knickers, presses in - her
nerves jump, her mouth opens. She eases off the pressure, then does it again,
and then again; her face is serene, or at least she hopes so, but the rest of
her is shivery and delicious with the naughtiness of her act. Touching herself,
one finger under the silk and circling around her entrance - no, fucking
herself, that's what she's doing, fingers matching the speed of the train
racing over the tracks - in public, on the Hogwarts Express, in front of so
many people -
Across from her, a shifting noise: Padma. Cho wonders, suddenly, if she is
watching, if she's thinking about the fullness of Cho's lips or about how wet
Cho must be. Cho wonders if she wants to look away, but can't force herself to;
if she's as turned on as Cho is. Peering at Padma from under half-closed
lashes, Cho sees that the other girl is focusing on her studies; but as the
train sways, and Cho's fingers slip in her wetness to make her inhale more
sharply than she meant to, Padma glances up. Her eyes are dark, and she holds
Cho's gaze for a long, long moment, then sets aside her quill. The book stays
open, an excuse, no doubt.
Cho spreads her legs a little more, still safe under her cloak, and pushes the
silk crotch of her knickers aside completely. It's better like this, easier to
stroke the hood of her clit softly with her thumb while she presses two fingers
inside herself, two then three, and curls them in an excruciatingly slow
gesture, her rhythm altered only by the occasional jolt of the train. She locks
eyes with Padma and doesn't look away, quiet Padma who never tells on anybody,
and Padma looks back. She bites her lip when Cho does, caught in a full-body
shiver, and Cho swears her eyes darken; Padma leans forward, just a bit, and
there they are, two girls on a train to school. Would anyone suspect them? Cho
doesn't think so, and that is - that is sexy, doing something so unlike herself
- and with Padma watching, Padma watching her come -
Sunlight winks out as the train plunges into a tunnel, and in the moment of
darkness before the lights in the train twinkle on, Cho lets herself spasm a
little in climax, her legs jerking, and exhales sharply. She thinks she hears
Padma do the same, like they've been together. And when the lights do come back
on, Cho is composed again, if a little trembly, and Padma looks just as
reserved as always. Only her eyes, fiercely intent, reassure Cho that she
wasn't dreaming, after all.
"Oh, Cho, are you awake?" Marietta; Cho tears her eyes away from Padma and
smiles at Marietta, saying yes, of course she is, and has the trolley witch
come by yet?
As she turns to completely immerse herself in her group, she wipes her hand
surreptitiously on her cloak, and catches Padma's eyes. The other girl smiles,
a tiny, secretive smile, and Cho finds her own lips curling in return.
                                     . . .
"I hope you had a good trip," Cho says to Padma, heart pounding in her throat.
Padma looks at her, and gives her a full-out smirk.
"I rather did, thank you," she says. "Maybe next time we can sit together."
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