A/N: Yay for having the drive and encouragement to keep on writing! I love everyone from "I'd Rather Have a Lightning Bolt Scar, Than a Crescent Shaped Bite" for asking and pushing me to write more 3

Hermione moaned into my ear, and I felt my arousal deepen at her husky sound. Before I knew what was happening, she slid her wand down her sleeve and cast a ward spell. The crowd immediately parted around an invisible wall around the two of us and our bags. I grinned.

"So you cave?" I asked sweetly, pulling my hand from her pocket and grabbing her waist.

"Yes, I cave. I need you so much right now. I put up a wall. The Muggles can't see us and they can't hear us. Make love to me, Gin. Hear me scream," she begged.

"Well," I said coyly, moving my lips closer and closer to hers, "I suppose, since you asked nicely…." I slid my hands quickly from her waist, around her curvy ass, so that the insides of my hands spread her legs from the back. She automatically slung her legs around my back and I laid us down on the tiled floor, resting my chin at the top of her cleavage to stare into her wide brown eyes. "I'll comply." I felt my head rise quickly as her breasts rose with her gasps.

I turned my face down and drew my nose down her middle. When I reached the hem of her tee, I moved my hands to push it slowly up her midriff, trailing kisses and little nibbles along her exposed skin. I stopped right below the underwire of her bra, knowing what would happen. With a growl of desire, she ripped the shirt over her head, bearing her naughtily-encased breasts. Each pushed eagerly over the edge of her red lace bra, forming a canyon of delicious cleavage. I just wanted to eat it up!

I slipped my finger into the front of her bra, tracing her covered skin and enjoying her whimpers of delight. I traced the bra all the way around to her sides, when she arched her back to give me access to the clasp. I toyed with it while kissing her cleavage, then suddenly popped it and let her breasts spill out.

At the same time I felt a rushing need to do more, and drew my hands down her stomach to pop the button on her jeans as well. I slid back down the length of her body to her feet, where I began to pull her jeans off each leg, slowly revealing her perfection. The jeans off, Hermione had only a matching red thong that made her look extremely fuckable.

I kneeled at her feet and slowly removed my own shirt, as tantalizingly as I could. Hermione watched me, taking in every inch of my skin like it was her first time seeing it. I also stood up and shimmied out of my jeans, leaving me in my black bra and boy-shorts. I moved so that I was standing above her in a straddle, letting her see my wetness.

As quick as Snape confronted with shampoo and with none of the noise, Hermione slid up to kneel, pulling my arms so that I fell nose to nose with her. She captured my lips in a furious kiss, immediately demanding entry to my mouth, which was granted. Our tongues fought in my mouth, hers not relenting. Her sweet taste filled my mouth, and I wanted more.

I was surprised when suddenly my bra fell off; unaware that Hermione had undone the clasp. I heard something drop to the floor, and realized that it was her wand. She had used a silent spell, and before I even looked down I knew my boy-shorts were gone too.

I dived at her, knocking her back to the floor and wrapping my legs around her thighs, just touching our pussies together to make her squirm, knowing that she still had her thong on. I had a plan for that. I attacked her nipples, sucking and nipping them to erect little points, switching between them and rubbing the one that my mouth wasn't working.

I decided that I was going to piss Hermione off, and make her horny for the entire plane ride.

I slid down her body again, and spread her thighs with my hands. I lay down in front of her and gently pushed my tongue against the fabric of her thong, just pushing into her opening. Air whooshed out of her lungs and a spasm slid down her legs, which I dug my nails into to leave tiny red crescents. I continued to push through the fabric, feeling her walls close around my tongue, and then abruptly pulled out and sat up.

Hermione rolled onto her stomach, expecting a dirty trick from behind, but it took her awhile to notice that I wasn't touching her. I was putting back on my clothes.

"Gin, what the hell are you doing? Fuck me!" Hermione moaned, reaching her own hands around to tease her clit.

"In a minute, Mione. You just get yourself all hot and bothered over there for a minute, okay? I've got a special plan," I said with a wink, knowing what I was going to do. Hermione flipped back onto her back and stretched out full length on the tiled floor, masturbating furiously. Her tits looked like they were about to hit her in the face and then slam into her stomach again because of the motion of her arms as she thrust into herself repeatedly.

I finished putting the rest of my clothes on and placed a foot on either side of Hermione, who stopped pleasuring herself to plead to me with her eyes.

"Why can't I see you, Gin?" she mewed, plucking at her nipples.

"I like friction, love. Watch this," I said, grabbing her hands and drawing her to her feet. Because she was shorter than me, the top of my knee bent was just between her thighs.

I gently started pushing it back and forth, the top of my thigh rubbing her roughly. She started to bounce, meeting my thigh pulling back with a hard grind. I reached around and grabbed at her tits with fingers wet with her own juices. She moaned airily, and I decided it was time.

"Oh my gosh, Mione! Stop! What are you doing?" I cried, pushing her off of my leg. I pointed down to the obvious wet streak, "How am I supposed to walk around an airport like this?"

"Oh come on Gin, I can siphon it off! Please, I'm so close to the edge! Can't you feel it?"

"All I can feel is this wet in my jeans! You naughty, naughty girl! No more sex for you until you've learned the meaning of self-control!" I said, grinning on the inside.

"What?!" Hermione cried indignantly, "It was your idea!"

"Get dressed! Look how far the line has moved! I'll get busy siphoning this off, damn girl, you practically came all over me!" I could see the need in her eyes, and also the anger that I wanted. She could either wait this out, or finish herself off. We both knew which of the two options she preferred.

"Fine, then. When we get to New York, you're not eating a donut unless it's straight of my pussy, because you owe me one hell of an orgasm!"

Once she was dressed, I slapped her ass sharply and promptly removed the ward so that she couldn't retaliate.