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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Hermione_Granger
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Extended_Scene, Voyeurism, Draco_Malfoy_-_character, Hermione_Granger_-
      character, Harry_Potter_-_character
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-11-27 Words: 1582
****** The Train ******
by Musyc
Summary
     What could have happened in chapter seven of HBP, and why Harry
     Potter should never lurk in luggage racks again.
Harry couldn't quite figure out how Malfoy managed to put up with Parkinson's
voice. Maybe it was the inbreeding purebloods were all rumored to suffer. A
genetic deafness of some kind. He'd only heard about three sentences out of
Parkinson's mouth and he was already ready to strangle her. He gave a silent
sigh of relief when the train stopped and the Slytherins left the compartment,
Parkinson last in line. He'd never think of Hermione's voice as shrill again.
Harry watched as Malfoy drew the blinds in the compartment and bent over his
trunk, tried to get a glimpse of Malfoy's arm. A female voice came from the
door and he cringed, expecting Parkinson again, but his cringe turned to rapid
blinking when he recognized Hermione's sharp tone.
"Got your message, Malfoy. What do you want?"
Malfoy stood up, smiling. "Well, well. If it isn't perfect little prefect
Granger." He thumped back into his seat and stretched his legs out, feet
touching the opposite bench. "What do you think I want?"
From this angle, Harry could only see Hermione's hair as she tossed her head.
"Same thing you always want, ferret. Don't take all day about it. Need to find
Harry and Ron before they wonder where I went."
Malfoy's eyes flicked up to the luggage rack where Harry was hiding, and Harry
could swear that Malfoy looked amused before the blond looked away and crooked
a finger at Hermione. "Don't think that will be a problem. Get over here."
"Honestly. No wonder you can't get Parkinson to give you a shag, if that's your
idea of sweet talk."
"I'm not fond of talking. Hurry up."
Harry watched, eyes wide with growing horror, as Hermione shut the compartment
door and sealed it with a quick spell. She flung off her outer robe and raised
her skirt, then shimmied out of her knickers. Harry bit down on a corner of his
cloak to stifle a shout when she straddled Malfoy's stretched legs and stood
with her hands on her hips. Hermione, what in the hell? he thought, as Malfoy
ran his hands up Hermione's thighs and under her skirt, doing something that
made Hermione's head tip back and one hand grip Malfoy's shoulder.
Hermione made a low, guttural noise and unbuttoned her blouse, wrenching it
open as she leaned forward. One of Malfoy's hands slipped out from under her
skirt and he licked his fingers before sitting up and scooting forward, his
knees pressing Hermione's legs a bit further apart. Harry strained to see
around Hermione's back, tried to silently shift position and get a better
angle. Malfoy was - oh, god - Malfoy had his mouth on one of Hermione's
breasts, his fingers tucked into the top of Hermione's bra, his tongue flicking
out to circle her exposed nipple.
Hermione's hips were twitching, shifting back and forth, and Harry realized
that she was rubbing herself on Malfoy's hand. Her breathing was loud in the
compartment, the only sound ... fuck, no, not the only sound. Harry could just
hear a small, slick noise and he barely stopped himself from gagging when he
figured out that Malfoy had slid a finger into Hermione. His best friend. Oh,
god. Oh, god, he was going to have nightmares about this, about Malfoy and
Hermione, about that small sound and Hermione's hair shaking against her back
when she spoke.
"More," Hermione grunted, spreading her legs apart another inch. "Two, ferret."
Malfoy sniggered against Hermione's chest and his arm twisted. Hermione groaned
and Harry bit down harder on his cloak when he saw her knees buckle. She sat
down suddenly on Malfoy's legs, leaning back into the hand that Malfoy had
wrapped around her shoulders to keep her from tipping over. Her hands fumbled
at Malfoy's robes, shoving them open, groping for his waistband, and Harry
mentally shouted at her to stop when she unbuckled Malfoy's belt and unfastened
his trousers. Stop, stop, stop, Hermione, not the boxers, no, oh, god, what are
you doing?
Malfoy shuddered when Hermione pulled his cock out of his boxers and gave it a
slow stroke. He grunted and wrapped his hand in her hair, yanking her head
back. "No time for foreplay, Granger. Get it hard and do it fast."
Harry stuffed more of the cloak into his mouth to stifle a keen of disgust when
he saw Hermione's arm move in a motion he knew all too well. Hermione was
wanking Malfoy, pumping her fist on his cock, getting Malfoy hard. Harry
fervently hoped it was possible to Obliviate oneself, especially when Malfoy
groaned and tipped his head back, his face flushed pink, forehead shining with
sweat. Hermione's free hand tugged her skirt higher around her hips and she
wriggled on Malfoy's lap, pushing against his hand. "R-r-ready," she stuttered,
and Malfoy drew his hand out from under her skirt, got a grip on her waist and
tugged her forward.
He raised his hips and reached into his robes, apparently groping in the back
pocket of his trousers, then came up with a smirk and a flourished silver
packet. Hermione grabbed it from Malfoy and tore it open, then unrolled the
condom over Malfoy's cock in one smooth movement, stroking him again and
pinching the tip. Harry had just enough time to wonder how Hermione knew
exactly what to do before she raised up, adjusted her position, and gripped
Malfoy's cock again. Harry's eyes squeezed shut when she lowered her body, but
he couldn't stop his ears from hearing the simultaneous groans from Hermione
and Malfoy.
For a moment, all he could hear were panting breaths from both people below
him, then he heard a muttered curse and he opened one eye again to see Hermione
moving an inch up, an inch down, her thighs bunching with the effort of fucking
Malfoy, god, maybe Ron would Obliviate him, that's what friends did.
Hermione was grunting softly each time she ground down onto Malfoy. Her head
tipped back and Harry could see her face, flushed nearly as pink as Malfoy's,
her eyes shut tight and her lower lip caught between her teeth. She gripped
Malfoy's robes, fisted them tight in her fingers. "I'm not the o-only one going
to be working here, ferret," she grumbled. "Get those hands moving."
Malfoy's only answer was to raise his hips sharply, forcing a cry out of
Hermione. He pushed her shirt back off her shoulders and palmed one of her
breasts, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he slid his other hand back
under her skirt. Whatever he did made Hermione keen a note so high-pitched that
Harry flinched. She writhed and tipped forward, putting her head on Malfoy's
shoulder, turning her face to his neck. Her hips moved faster and Harry could
hear her grunts change to gasps as Malfoy's hand worked under her skirt.
Malfoy's eyes opened and he smirked up at the ceiling when Hermione suddenly
shuddered and cried out, her entire body twitching frantically before she
collapsed against him. Malfoy shifted his hands to Hermione's hips. He lifted
her and thrust up into her, driving another sharp noise out of her before he
settled into a quick, short rhythm. Hermione's hair bounced against her back
with each thrust and Harry grimaced in horror. He'd just watched his best
friend come, and now he was going to get to see the same from Malfoy,
Obliviation wasn't going to be enough, why hadn't Voldemort killed him before
he ever had to see this?
Malfoy's face contorted and he dropped his head back against the bench, tendons
in his neck standing out when his mouth opened on a silent shout. His fingers
clenched spasmodically against Hermione's hips, wrinkling her skirt under his
hands. Harry nearly choked on the corner of his cloak when Malfoy moaned
softly, his hands falling away from Hermione's body. Hermione lifted her head
and pushed her hair back, her breathing still ragged. She reached down and held
the bottom of the condom in place while she raised up off Malfoy's cock. She
pushed herself off his lap and grabbed her knickers off the floor, pulling them
on quickly before rearranging her clothing into its usual prim, proper
appearance.
Malfoy languidly pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the floor, then
tucked his cock into his boxers and stood to fasten his trousers up. "Not bad,
Granger. I'll give you an Exceeds Expectations this time."
She snorted. "You're such a hypocrite. What would your friends say if they knew
you regularly fucked a Mudblood?"
Harry froze as Malfoy's gaze flicked up to the luggage rack again, then away.
"Dunno, Granger. What would Potter say if he knew you just fucked a Malfoy?" He
drew a pocketwatch out of his robes and checked it. "Train'll be leaving in a
few. Get out of here before someone comes looking for me. Hate to have them see
you."
Hermione huffed and spun around, shoving the door open so hard it bounced shut
again. Harry shuddered in the luggage rack as Malfoy adjusted his robes and
pulled on a thick cloak. God, god, god, he was never going to get that image
out of his brain, he wouldn't sleep for weeks, oh g--
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Harry fell out of the luggage rack, paralyzed. Malfoy was standing over him,
smiling at him. "You didn't hear anything I care about. Or anyone." Malfoy's
smile grew even broader and he raised one foot over Harry's face.
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