Ravenrin & Slytherclaw

RAVENRIN & SLYTHERCLAW- Chapter 1

As the train snaked its way towards Hogwarts, the pair affectionately known as the Slut Sisters, Argenta Emmanuelle, who was dark haired with a reddish hue to that shined when the sun shone on it, eyes that were a dark brown, like chocolate and skin that would and could rival a porcelain doll’s, and her friend (and adopted between themselves, sister) Honeysuckle Blonde, who wasn’t blonde at all but just as dark as Argenta, her hair whilst also dark brown had a chestnut hue and her eyes were more hazel with gold sparkles in them. Her skin was pale but could not rival her friends.
“I wonder which poor soul will try to throw his-self on me this year?,” Argenta drooled as she stared out of the window, watching the scenes outside change from cities to countryside in a matter of hours.
“You’ve already had the majority of the year, and the year below too!,” Honeysuckle replied as the door opened to reveal the Trolley Witch who was soon bombarded with requests of what food the two girls wanted.
“I hope that Jack won’t pine for me too much this time.”
“Jack? Who’s Jack? And what do you mean, ‘this time’?,” Honeysuckle pondered as her friend got stuck into a pumpkin pasty. She waited until Argenta had swallowed what she was chewing before she got an answer.
“My pet Kneezell Daddy bought me for Christmas. I’m sure I mentioned him to you!,” Argenta argued with her good friend. Honeysuckle shook her head as her mouth was now full of Chocolate Frog.
“Well, I best be off on Prefect duty. Sorry to leave you like this hun,” Honeysuckle said as she stood up, brushing any food crumbs off of her uniform that had fallen during their lunch.
“Off you go then. Leave me to die of boredom,” Argenta said dramatically, placing the back of her hand on her forehead, faining dismay.
“Drama queen,” Honeysuckle hissed in jest, kissing her friend softly on the cheek, as it was their own way of saying sorry.
“Is there any chance of a full kiss from the pair of you?,” a voice drolled from the now open doorway. Stood there was a slick, blonde haired 4th year, flanked by two others from the same year, but both of whom were big and bulky, like bodyguards.
“Malfoy! You little upstart! What ever gave you that idea?,” Argenta said as she looked the boy up and down before tilting her face up to Honeysuckle, who smiled down at her. She straddled her friend, skirt straining against the soft skin, which Argenta caressed tenderly. The boys had entered the compartment and closed the door behind them. They took the seats opposite the two girls, their eyes almost popping out of the sockets.
“Let’s give them something to remember,” Argenta whispered in her friend’s ear. Honeysuckle nodded before lowering her head to Argenta’s waiting one and proceeded with a full on snog with hands touching each other’s body. Argenta broke the kiss and trailed her tongue down her friend’s neck to the swell of her breasts, which could be seen just below her school shirt. Argenta’s eyes had never left the three 4th years who were now all beetroot red in the face and only Malfoy was actually watching with intent. The two girls would always play the ‘lesbian’ card when ever there was fun to be had and also trying to gain the attention of a lad too. Argenta sighed as Honeysuckle got up from her position, straighten her uniform and leave the compartment to do her Prefect duties. Malfoy clapped sarcastically as Argenta artfully crossed her legs, flashing quite a bit of flesh in doing so.
“Now if you boys don’t say a word about this, I will make sure that you just might get another show,” Argenta said, mainly directing her words to Malfoy. She knew his family, particularly his father, were known voyeurs and she had guessed that Draco had inherited his father’s obsession. Before Draco could say anything the train pulled up into Hogsmeade station and everyone was disembarking.
Soon the rumour that the two girls were lesbians was spreading through the Great Hall, so they played on it by blowing kisses to each other from their House’s table. Just after the first course finished, an owl fluttered down to the Ravenclaw table and to Honeysuckle. The seal on it was that of Durmstrang, her brother’s school. Ichabod had asked to go to the prodigious Dark Arts school rather than attend Hogwarts like his sister, who was two years older than him. His letter held news of an event that would send certain boys from his school to Hogwarts for the event, which would span most of the year. They would arrive just before Hallow’een and everything would happen from there. The owl hung around, so Honeysuckle added an extra note and sent the whole thing to the Slytherin table, to Argenta. During the desserts, Argenta glanced over to her friend and grinned widely. Once all the dishes had been cleared away, Dumbledore rose from his seat. The Hall fell silent and very soon erupted with excited talk of the Triwizard Tournament, which the Headmaster had just announced would take place this year at the school. Once Dumbledore had said that everyone could leave, Honeysuckle mouthed to her friend for her to wait in their spot, in a quiet courtyard off the main Entrance Hall, as she had one Prefect duty to perform. After all the first year Ravenclaw’s were safely in their dorms, Honeysuckle ran to join her friend. They chatted excitedly about the announcement and the letter before being found by Peeves, a pet friend(or should that be fiend?) of Honeysuckle’s, who promised not to tell they were out of bounds until they both were far enough away from where he had found them. The pair rushed to their beds before they were caught by someone other that Peeves.
The next morning was the first filled with lessons and the girl’s first one together was Potions with Professor Snape, Argenta’s Head of House. The girl’s sat together as usual and Argenta, before Snape had arrived in the classroom, started to point out which of the boys in the room she had ‘had’ in the past.
“Yes, yes, oh god no, yes, not yet, how did he slip through? No, yes, yes. Honey dear, I’m so bored with the Hogwarts boys. I’m running out of meat!,” she bemoaned to her pal. Just then Snape walked in and marched over to the board and proceeded to write down the lesson’s potion.
“Now there’s a challenge! And just think of the prestige and legacy I could leave behind!,” Argenta whispered as she wrote down the ingredients and directions of how to make the potion to Honeysuckle.
“Oh. My. God! You seriously don’t mean Snape?”
“Well, he is the only teacher young enough and he is ok looking, in a dark brooding way,” Argenta gushed, licking her lips at the thought of doing naughty things to her favourite teacher. Honeysuckle shook her head as she headed to the ingredients cupboard and back to the shared cauldron of herself and Argenta.
“You can’t be that desperate? Oh Gods, you’re so depraved!,” Honeysuckle hissed as she put the first lot of ingredients into the cauldron.
“I’m not depraved! I am deprived!,” Argenta replied back loudly. It was loud enough for Professor Snape to hear from the far side of the classroom and come over to the pair, who were now trying not to giggle to much.
“Just what is so funny Misses Emmanuelle and Blonde? Please do share it with the rest of the class,” declared Snape.
“I am deprived of male attention Sir. You know what I mean,” Argenta said boldly, adding a cheeky wink.
“Detention Miss Emmanuelle, for gross misconduct in class,” roared the professor.
“Oh Sir, will you be spanking me for being a naughty girl as my punishment?,” asked Argenta, faining innocence, making her friend choke back a laugh which she hastily turned into a cough. Argenta too was finding it hard not to control her giggling, especially after the look Professor Snape had just given them both.
“OUT! NOW!!,” shouted Snape, making the entire class jump. Argenta got up out of her seat, still laughing hard.
“I think I should go with her Sir. Just to help her calm down,” Honeysuckle said with pure innocence, still trying not to giggle at the situation.
“Fine! Just get out of my sight Miss Blonde.” Honeysuckle closed the Potions door behind her and let out a huge sigh of relief and looked for her friend, only to find her bent down against the wall, shaking with silent laughter. They both looked at each other and started to laugh out loud, with tears soon rolling down their faces.
“Why are you two young ladies out of class?,” asked Professor Moody, who had just exited one of the classrooms further down the corridor.
“My friend here had propositioned Professor Snape to……hahahaha…..hahaha,” Honeysuckle tried to explain, but found herself once again in a fit of giggles. Just at that moment Snape opened the classroom door, deposited the girl’s bags by the shaking form of Argenta and found his-self face to face with Moody. He also saw that the pair had not calmed down any.
"What is the reason for these two young ladies to be out of class Snape?," growled Moody.
“This madam here,” Snape started, pointing to Argenta who at that point snorted with laughter. “As I was saying, this madam proceeded to disrupt my class with an unsuitable out burst. Both of these ladies were far too extrubrant and were causing a scene over the said out burst.”
“And just what was the out burst then Snape?,” inquired Moody, his eyes looking in different places, one on the fuming professor and the other on the laughter-shuddering girls, who were now both leaning hard against the wall. Snape flushed, a sight that did not suit the usually pale professor.
“Miss Emmanuelle asked that if in detention, would I be spanking her for being a naughty girl,” he said with distain and slight embarrassment in his voice. Moody barked out a laugh, along with the girls who could no longer hold they giggles back. With a few deep breaths, Honeysuckle finally managed to speak.
“I think I should take Argenta to see Madam Pomfrey, see if she has any Calming Potion.”
“That is the most intelligent and best thing you have ever said so far this year Miss Blonde. I do have a lesson to continue,” Snape said before turning back into the classroom and slamming the door shut.
“Can you manage on your own Miss Blonde?,” asked Professor Moody, both eyes now on the pair of girls.
“Yes, thank you Sir.” Moody nodded and walked down the rest of the corridor before entering the furthest of classrooms.
“Come on you,” Honeysuckle said, pulling her friend to her feet and grabbing their bags from where Snape had dumped them. Giggling between themselves, they made their way to their favourite spot rather than the Hospital Wing. They would rather administer their own ‘calming potion’ then taste the horrid concoction that resided in the cupboard of Poppy Pomfrey. Once seated, Argenta dug into her bag and pulled out her own sliver, filigree engraved hip flask, unscrewed the top and took a swig before passing it to Honeysuckle. Luckily the pair had a free period next, so they sat there (in a drunken stupor), hiding the flask whenever a teacher or another Perfect passed, until lunch.