Riding On The Train With Witnesses

Diana Crescent

Part Four


Harry and Draco smiled at one another as they meandered down the aisle.

Harry, as usual, was humming softly to himself while Draco, as usual, listened happily.

Stopping in front of their compartment, they both glanced at one another in fond memory.

Compartment four was what they referred to as their "love nest."

Currently though, it was occupied. Quite occupied.

"No shame," Harry whispered, hiding his eyes from the sight.

Draco's eyebrows went up as he watched his Head of House—former Head of House—fondle the former Head Girl.


Severus Snape smirked slightly as his wife moaned into his mouth. She was clinging to him, which always made him happy...well, almost always.

She wasn't really clingy, but sometimes she was.

She'd been clingy lately. A lot.

Hermione moaned a little and brought him back to the topic at hand. Or well, her female asset at hand.

The weight of her breast in his palm made them both moan and respond to the magic flowing between them.


"Did you know they were intimate?"

"What a word, Draco. No I didn't know they were screwing each other."

"How could you not?"

Both Harry and Draco jumped and turned to look guiltily at Luna Lovegood, the new Head Girl. (Ginny, it seemed, had some how managed to convince the Ministry of Magic to let her try and finish two years in one. And she had.)

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, forehead wrinkling.

"Snape and Granger-Snape have been going at it for nearly a year now."


"Hermione Granger-Snape and Severus Snape are practically rabbits."

"They're married?" Draco asked, incredulous.

"Since beginning of term."

"So that's where she's been off to at nights."

"I don't doubt it," Luna said, wandering off.


Severus quickly unhooked his wife's bra. Something he was becoming really good at.

She, on the other hand, was becoming quite good at unzipping trousers.

Hermione sighed with pleasure as she grasped her husband's manhood.

It was all a ploy, of course. If she could get him so preoccupied with the task at hand, she could go ahead and tell him exactly what she needed to tell him without his realizing that she told him anything or what she'd even told him.

But if he kept suckling her breast, she was going to forget...again.


"But still, you think they'd remember a disillusioning charm." Harry said, frowning at his best friend as he cast the charm himself. He, of course, being part Slytherin, knew deep down, in the back of his subconscious, that he might could use this for blackmail, and kept it to where he and Draco could see.

"Pitiful that. They're so wrapped up in each other that they're completely unaware they're giving a peep-show."

"I don't know about pitiful, but certainly to be frowned upon."

Draco turned around to take compartment three.

It too was quite occupied.


Blaise Zabini nibbled on his lover's earlobe while his hand traveled up her skirt.

Ginny moaned and rocked her hips into his.


"What is this, shag like a bunny day?"

Harry rolled his eyes at his lover. "You're wondering why we didn't get the memo."

"It's not everyday a man sees his godfather and his best friend going at it."

"Since when is Hermione your best friend?" Harry asked.

"Granger is a good friend, but not best. I was referring to Zabini who is happily banging Weaslette," Draco said, turning his lover around to see the contents of the third compartment.

"Let's just cast a charm and go," Harry said, blushing to the tips of his toes as he witnessed a position that he previously thought completely improbable.


Ginny pushed Blaise back against a seat and proceeded to contort her body. Blaise's mouth dropped open in shock and then smiled happily.


"I don't know, love, we might learn something," Draco whispered, his head tilting sideways and his eyes not blinking.

"Draco!" Harry whispered sharply, slightly appalled. But only slightly.

"Harry, darling, let's face it, there's nothing else to do."

"Yes there is."

"Like what?"

"Like each other. Or discuss quidditch. Or look at the cottages on the market. Or, I don't know, read a book."

"I like the first one."

"You would."

"You suggested it."

"Yes, well, that's all you think about."

"What has gotten into you lately? Besides me."

Harry blushed again. "It's not what's gotten into me. It's what's in me," he whispered, not meeting Draco's gray gaze.

"Harry, darling, what's the matter?"

Harry shook his head and turned back around to watch the two Snapes.


Hermione gasped as she orgasmed. Severus thrust inside two more times before he too released his seed into her womb.

They were both trembling and caressing one another. She was placing small kisses across his chest while his hands roamed possessively up and down her back and sides.

Both were very tender with the other one.

Hermione sighed and wrapped her arms around her husband's waist. It was now or never...well, not never.

He'd catch on eventually, but he wouldn't be happy if she didn't tell him.


Draco frowned at his obviously distraught lover and touched his shoulder. "Love, what's wrong?"

Harry shook his head from side to side.

"Please, Harry. Tell me."

"There's nothing wrong. Just different."

He watched as Hermione whispered in Severus's ear and witnessed something he had not only thought improbable, but completely impossible.

Snape smiled.




"I've been meaning to tell you something very important."

"What's that?" He murmered, looking down at her with great interest.

"You're going to be a father."

Severus Snape surprised his wife by smiling and kissing her deeply.

She really didn't know why she didn't tell him earlier.


Harry turned around to give the couple a private moment and watched the Weasley-Zabini tryst.

They'd changed positions into one more probable, more comfortable, and extremely tender and intimate.

Blaise was covering Ginny's face with tender, closed-mouth caresses while she whispered words to him, obviously making him very happy.


Blaise had his arms wrapped around his fiancée. She was sitting in his lap, her head resting on his shoulder.



"Do you want children?"

Blaise kissed her forehead. "Yes."

"How many?"

"Loads," he said, kissing her eyes and smiling.

"How soon?"

He kissed her cheeks. "Soon enough."

"How about in six or seven months?"

He chuckled. "It takes nine months for a baby, sweetheart."

"I know that Blaise," she said kindly, waiting for his mind to grasp what she was saying.

It grasped it about three minutes later. His eyes widened as she nodded and slipped his hand to her stomach. "Congratulations...daddy."

He smiled and kissed her deeply. "Thank you, mommy."


Harry looked down to give the couple more privacy.

"What's changed Harry?" Draco asked quietly and more withdrawn than Harry had ever seen him.


"Please just tell me," he insisted, his eyes hard and on fire.

"We—we're going to be parents Draco. I'm pregnant."

It took a moment for the good news to sink in. As he had been completely expecting the worst, he hadn't at all been prepared to hear that he and his lover were, in face, expecting.

Tears. There were tears.

Relief or happiness, he didn't know. But didn't matter.

He was going to be a father!

Oh god, they were having a baby.

Did he have enough money to take care of a baby?

"You are upset!" Harry practically wailed.

"No! No I'm not! I'm very happy! I'm just...worried. What if—what if I'm not a good father? I've never even been around a baby. I've only SEEN a handful...and only in passing!"

"Well, I'm keeping it!" Harry said belligerently.

"Well like hell you're getting rid of it!" Draco snapped back, his eyes flashing fire. "It's my child too, and if you think that you're getting an abortion--"

"Shut your mouth, you forked tongued snake!" Harry said, glaring, eyes spitting green fire.

A flash of triumph shot through Draco's own eyes. "You love my tongue you overgrown pussycat."

Harry glared a little more. "Are you upset?" he asked quietly.

"No. I've told you that. I'm very happy. The happiest I think I've ever been. And so help me Potter, if I have to prove it, I'll prove it."

Harry's face transformed so quickly that Draco blinked twice in confusion.

Harry kissed his nose and whispered. "Not too rough. We don't want to hurt the baby."

Draco, still confused, followed without fuss when Harry began to pull him into the second compartment.

Although, one might make the point that he probably wouldn't have fussed anyway.

It was Luna Lovegood who put up the illusioning charm for them some thirty minutes later...along with Pansy Parkinson, Lavender Brown, Millicent Bullstrode, Padma and Parvati Patil, Neville Longbottom, Terry Boot, Colin Creevy, Crabbe, Goyle, some Hufflepuff sixth year that had walked by at the opportune moment, and a couple of bags of popcorn.


"Albus, why exactly did you want to ride the train again?" Minerva McGonagall asked, bewilderingly following the Headmaster.

"Oh Minnie, we'll feel young again. I remember my days riding the train to Hogwarts."

Her eyebrows raised as if to ask if they even had trains back then.

He completely ignored that look.

"Don't you remember your days on the train? How carefree and wild you were?" he asked, smiling in his normal, almost average, slightly senile way.

"There was nothing wild about my days on the train," she stated hotly, her lips pursing.

"Oh now, Minnie. You can tell me."

"I don't know what you're implying Albus Dumbledore, but if you think to--"

"Now, now, Minerva, I'm not implying anything. I'm merely curious."

"Oh, and your days on the train? Were they wild?"

"Hot snot! Yes indeed."

Minerva frowned at his new colloquialism. Hot snot? Where did he get these things?

"I know what you're thinking..."

"Oh please, Albus," she said, smirking, "read my mind."

Albus looked at her, bewildered. "You've been on good terms with Severus lately, haven't you?"

McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Moving on."

"Right. How on earth could my days on the train be wild?"

"I don't doubt they were wild Albus. People still hadn't tamed the dinosaurs during that time," she sneered.

Good lord, maybe she was spending too much time around Severus. But he was so much more approachable these days. Lovegood had said he'd been getting laid on a regular basis, but she really didn't believe it until now. She almost wondered who it was.

Albus chuckled. "I'll have to tell Severus that one. I'll think he'll be proud of you."

"Get to your point Albus."

He cleared his throat. "Yes...the point. I was simply thinking..." he trailed off as a chose an empty compartment.

She raised an eyebrow as he opened the door.

"Perhaps we could...relive...a little of those...wild days."

She blushed completely, but could stop the smile on her face. "Oh Albus."

"That's Professor Dumbledore, my dear. And don't you forget it," he said quietly, smirking.

"Of course not, Headmaster,"she whispered back, scurrying into the compartment while casting an illusioning charm.

He locked the door as she giggled.


Ringly Butterly and Florence Drumm, both new Hufflepuff second years frowned at the popcorn lined floor down the aisle of the first car of the train.

"What do you suppose happened here?"

"I don't know. Do...do you think...that Peeves..."

"Peeves can't leave school grounds. You know that."

"Well, what could have happened?" The red haired Florence asked her black-headed friend.

Ringly turned his blue eyes to the slightly younger girl as he heard loud moaning. "I think the train is haunted."

"A popcorn ghost," she said, shivering. Her big brown eyes tearing.

He nodded.

Both screamed and ran all the way to the second car.


Sirius Black and Lucius Malfoy were stumped.

Completely and utterly stumped.

It didn't help that Remus Lupin wasn't there to tell them what was going on.

Intuitive, that one.

Harry Potter was contentedly smiling at a quite besotted-looking Draco Malfoy.

A content Hermione Granger was smiling at a quite besotted-looking—but still smug—Severus Snape.

Last of the besotted was Blaise Zabini who was sporting two black eyes quite good-naturedly. He couldn't quite watch the lovely Ginny Weasley bat her lashes at him because of the swelling, but nor could he see the hateful glares and wordless threats coming his way from her six older brothers.

Molly Weasley was crying and kissing his cheek at odd moments. She looked so happy, she was practically busting. Arthur looked like he didn't know what to feel.

The most unusual of the group had to be a VERY smug looking McGonagall. Next to her sat Dumbledore, looking both flabbergasted and worn out. He kept looking at McGonagall at odd times. He would shake his head and look even more flabbergasted.

McGonagall looked like the cat who ate the cream.

Lucius and Sirius glanced at one another as if sharing that thought. Both looked mildly disgusted but then shook their heads.

"Nah," they said together, drawing only a few weird looks.

It wasn't until Severus Snape patted Hermione Granger's stomach, they caught a glimpse of her wedding ring, Molly brought out pickles and ice-cream for her own daughter, and Harry and Draco started whispering various names to one another that Lucius and Sirius finally caught on.

They were going to be grandfathers. Or well, grand-god-fathers, in Sirius's case.

Both blushed as they turned to a surprised Dumbledore. He looked at McGonagall oddly and then muttered something "That damn train...it's practically a sex shack."

Both blushed deeper and glanced at one another.

Though they didn't know it, both thought at the same time that perhaps they too should ride the train.


"Tonks, I don't understand why you've insisted that we catch the night train."

"Two children claimed to have witnessed a 'popcorn ghost'. I am here to investigate."

"And I'm supposed to protect you?"

"No. You're here for me to seduce afterward."

"What?" He said, not expecting that one if it had been aiming at him like a high speed bus. Which...it really had been.

"Oh come on, Remus. Live a little on the edge. I'll even let you top."

Remus Lupin raised an eyebrow. "That's very kind of you."

"I think so," Tonks said, glancing around. "Yep, looks clear."

She opened the door to compartment four and smirked at his bewilderment.

"You always did say it was your lucky number. So come on Remus. Get lucky," she whispered, crooking her finger as she winked.

Remus smirked abashedly and loosened his tie.


I take only half of the responsibility for this one. The other have goes to a fever and two cups of very strong coffee and a heap of sugar.

It's kinda hard to follow, not as good as the others, but i hope you like it. Plus, Dumbles got laid!