Games
by Chalebh

A/N: Usual disclaimer. - Honi soit qui mal y pense!

"Faster!" Hermione panted. "Please, faster!"

Severus obliged.

He recognised how her arms warped tighter around his neck and her thighs pressed firmly into his loins.

"You're getting old, my dear fellow." He thought as he gasped for breath. He knew he couldn't stand this speed much longer. His legs started shaking and his pulse raced.

"Please, Severus" he heard her breathing in his ear.

He increased the speed a second time and then everything sank into darkness. When he woke up, he looked into Hermione's worried brown eyes.

"This has been the last backpack race, I took part." He croaked.


THE END