The smell of a crackling fireplace combined with vanilla invaded her nostrils and she could not inhale deep enough into him. The tips of her fingers scratched against taut skin. The tiny hairs on her forearms stood up as they were brushed so lightly. Her skirt was rising up as she grinded her body against him. She could feel something straining against her thigh.
The gentleness of his fingers stopped suddenly. She was relieved for a moment. The tauntingly slow and light movements were nearly unbearable. Then she felt one large hand grasp her ass, another grab the hair at the base at her neck. He pulled and it hurt but he was aware how much that particular kind of pain turned her on. He pressed her against the train window, nipping at her neck. She tried not to turn into a puddle of moans but she was utterly unsuccessful. Her annoyance peaked when she moaned so loudly that she felt him chuckle. With all her strength she pushed him back on the seat. She knew, however, that it wasn't her might that moved him- he was just letting her take control for a minute before he demanded it back. She reveled in that minute though.
She pushed his legs apart and put one knee on his left side, leaning into him as he reclined against the back of the seat. She bit his bottom lip hard and moved one hand through his hair, another down his body- starting at his muscular shoulder down to his thigh and back up to her favorite part of his anatomy. This just seemed to frustrate him. He wanted more. She wanted him to take more.
His hand grabbed at her thigh that was not already up and pulled her so she straddled him. She grinded down on him. His grey eyes lit up when he realized underwear was an item she had deemed unnecessary for this train ride. He mumbled something about her being naughty in her ear. She giggled because at that exact moment, he had tickled her side (looking rather proud of himself), making her sound like a shrew. She went to punch his arm but his reflexes were quicker.
Soon she was lying down on the seat with him hovered over her. He grinded down on to her- all traces of humor gone. One of his hands held her wrist above her head while other held himself above her. He kissed her with urgency until he was starting to make himself a little too crazy a little too early. She whimpered when he pulled away, opening her eyes to question why. He had moved down and now had a hold of her hips. He winked at her, staring her down as he sunk his mouth between her thighs.
She came three times before he let up the relentless onslaught of his tongue. She struggled to come back to reality, her head light and her eyes seemed unable to open fully. She was pretty sure her thighs were twitching but couldn't figure that out completely. She did not know how long she laid there, legs spread, panting. She didn't know how long he had let his eyes roam and roam over her body. At some point he stopped and regained his sanity.
"Ugh, Weasley. No man should have to pick Weasley pubes out of his mouth." He sneered in typical Malfoy fashion, shaking Rose out of her reverie. Her irritation rose just as quickly and fiercely as her second orgasm.
"Will you royally fuck off!?" She spat at him as she went to stand up too quickly. He caught her. She quickly shrugged him off. The idea of him touching her annoying again.
"Woah, Weasley. Why don't you take a load off? It seems your wanton body cannot take my deftness in sexuality."
"You're a prick and you know it!" She screamed, ever more glad for the silencing charm.
"Darling, I'd much prefer you know my prick." He switched from zero to one hundred so swift it nearly gave Rose whiplash. Suddenly his eyes were lustful again, he stepped closer as her said this. His words vibrating against the skin of her neck and ear. She shivered. He gently pulled her hand towards the front of his trousers. Rose felt a fourth orgasm build just from feeling how hard he was for her.
He kissed her again lazily but it felt just as good. She wanted to please him the more she felt him through his trousers. He felt up her breasts as she unhooked his belt. She continued his slow, languid pace he had set with the kiss as she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down his chest. Once on her knees, she pulled his briefs down and his cock sprung forward. She saw his body reposition and she looked up questioningly. He grabbed his wand and pointed it at the floor by her knees. A pillow appeared and she was grateful for his consideration and decided to reward him. She stared right at his bright eyes as she took him into her mouth. Scorpius was not only one with skills in the tongue department.
When Scorpius finished he collapsed back into the seat, his eyes shuttered close. He didn't see the second of shame that passed Rose's features. Rose told herself that even if he had he probably would have been a little distracted by half his cum smeared across her lips. She rolled her eyes and stood up. She grabbed her own wand and vanished the pillow before pointing the wand at her face to clean up. Then her wand was across the compartment rolling under the seat. Scorpius had just wordlessly expelliarmus'd her! The nerve.
"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!" Rose barked at him. He smiled innocently as if he were a kid caught in the candy shop.
"Darling, don't yell. It's not a good look with me spattered across your face." He grinned at her features. She wrinkled her nose and hit him in the chest. He let her. Too satisfied with both himself and the blowjob he had just received.
"Come here. I'll do it." He sighed, grabbing his wand. He patted his lap. Rose figured he would just keep playing keep away with her wand until she obliged him. But she couldn't just "obey" him. That made Rose feel ill just thinking about it. So she sat next to him. He muttered the spell and her face was clean again. He pecked her on the lips before standing and redressing himself. She went to retrieve her wand and discarded bag.
"Well, thanks for this Weasel. Catch ya." He said dismissively, leaving the compartment. Rose huffed and paced in anger for a few minutes, knowing she should give time between her and Malfoys exits. She took extra caution and peaked using an undetectable charm where she could see the other side of the curtain but no one else could see her. There was no one out there anyways. She straightened herself once again and made her way out the compartment of lust.
The compartment of family was the room she went into next. They hardly noticed her reentrance. But that hardly surprised her. Rose was used to going unnoticed in her large boisterous family. Of course, there were exceptions. Albus and her were two of the quieter ones growing up, sticking together in a mad world. Albus had grown out of that timidness during third year but the two of them were mostly still attached at the hip so he noticed her. However just because he noticed her didn't mean he was particularly observant. For instance, he did not pick up on that the other person who tended to notice her just as much, if not more, was his best friend and partner in crime, Scorpius Malfoy.
Albus asked her how her prefect meeting went. She said it was good- long but good. He didn't pick up on how her eyes shifted to the floor, Rose Weasley's tell that she was lying. She squeezed next to Roxy and Fred where she had been before- across from Albus. Rose pulled a book out of her bag and started to read, trying her best to block out a certain blond's presence who sat next to Al.
"Scor, what took you so long, huh?" James teased the very blond she was trying so hard to ignore. He must have shrugged because she didn't hear much of a response other than an amused exhale of breath.
"Oh c'mon. We all know." Albus joined in on the teasing. Rose's eyes had frozen on one word in her book- no longer trying to read, just appear to be.
"Don't tell me, Al. Could he have been having some private time with one of his slags?" James quipped. Rose bit her lip hard.
"You know, from his smug look on his face, I think it might have just been a favorite harlot of his." Albus chuckled, feeling glad that they had made it a rule that this was a fourth year and up Weasley cabin. Otherwise, little Lucy and not to mention his sister would have been hearing this.
Albus wasn't thinking about what Rose was thinking. He had assumed she was caught up in her book. Or else she surely would have yelled at them about vulgarity and slut shaming. Scorpius did notice, however, that Rose's eyes had stilled in her book. Her jaw was clenched and she seemed to be blinking a little more than what would be considered normal.
Scorpius' stomach felt like it was on an amusement ride of guilt. But not guilty enough to tell them off for it. He reasoned that it would just make them suspicious which would make things worse for Rose. But deep down he knew that reasoning was bullshit. He simply was not made a Gryffindor.
Eventually the conversation moved on. But Rose and Scorpius' minds lingered on the subject. One filled with shame and anger and another filled with guilt and frustration.
The train came to a stop. The compartment stretched and gathered their things. As they left the cabin, Rose made sure to bump into Scorpius, mouthing "Happy?" before making her escape into the crowd.
Hope you enjoyed! This was my first time writing smut and my gay ass isn't sure how to write straight sex so we'll see how this goes... Let me know what you think!