Wicked Ways

Chapter 12 – “Talks with Lupin”



It was warmer than usual at Hogwarts the week after everyone came back from Christmas break. The teachers had piled on the homework and weresterstern as ever. Harry and Ron were heroes and the story of their successful Christmas party was legendary, although they tried to play it down. Well, Harry did, Ron was trying to play it off like it was some great feat that he’d battled his way out of.

e the the party Avari had a new respect for the red-headed Gryffindor. The two could constantly be seen talking together and laughing, making Draco growl off in the distance. The dark-haired girl had no idea that the red-head would be able to keep up with her in drinking. The only other people who could drink that much and not pass out, which made Avari look at Ron in a new light.

“Where are you going?” Tuardae asked, raising an eyebrow at Avari when the other girl started hurrying off.

“Need to do research,” she asked, grinning and running off to the owlery, waving cheerfully.

The brown-haired girl just blinked, slightly stunned in the warm afternoon rays. She sank down and sat on a small hill, looking out over those who were dressed warmly played outside. She started playing with how her breath looked when it fogged in the air when someone slouched down on the grass next to her. Looking over she smiled warmly at Professor Lupin, who’d become good friends with Tuardae and Avari, despite Avari’s constant questions of “Where’s Sirius?”

“How’re you today Professor?” she asked smiling and hugging her heavily-clad knees to her chest.

“I’m doing all right, are you keeping up with your studies?”

Tuardae snorted. “Avari and I are having quite a hard time with them actually.”

“Oh really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she said nonchalantly, pulling on her black beanie. “They’re boring. We’ve done most of this material. More than likely when we get home Mother and Father will give us extra lessons just to make sure we didn’t get too rusty.”

“Well,” Lupin said knowledgably, “You and your sister did hail from one of the most prominent wizarding schools in the world. How many other schools cater to such – ”

“Look out!”

How a Filibuster’s Firework had gotten out on the lawn of Hogwarts was something easy to fathom, but someone stupid enough to set it off was another question. Lupin and Tuardae ducked as it whirled over them, hissing and making banging noises before he sat up and said, “Dean, five points from Gryffindor, and no more setting those things off.” There was a moan from Dean as he chased the firework, which had gone and started harassing a group of Hufflepuffs.

“I thought they’d already set all those off,” Tuardae said, trying to think.

“Yeah, well, sometimes – ”

BOOM!

“Another five points Dean!”

Moan.

“Sometimes the Gryffindors just don’t know when not to party.”

Tuardae smiled. “We just don’t like to be all serious all the time. Gets annoying.”

Just as she was finished talking Avari went walking across the green, frosty lawn, Draco next to her as they screamed loud enough to wake the Giant Squid. Tuardae sighed and watched her sister, shaking her head as the pair stopped to face each other, screaming about another argument apparently. “You always do that!” she heard Draco say. “You always walk away from me you snotty little brat!”

“I’M a snotty little brat?” Avari shrieked back.

“Do they always fight like that?” Lupin asked, leaning back on his elbows.

“Yeah,” came Tuardae’s easy response. “You know, they ARE screwing.”

Lupin sat up again, his back ramrod straight. “What?!”

Tuardae nodded seriously. “Yep.”

“But they hate each other.”

“I know,” she said, ignoring the fact that Lupin was staring at her as if she’d just produced several unneeded limbs. “But that means they have to.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Oh, it’s rule #13.”

“Rule #13?”

“It’s in the Rule Book.”

“Rule Book?”

“You can’t read the Rule Book.”

“Why not.”

A pause. “Rule #42. You’re old.”

“HE IS NOT OLD!” came a screech from Avari.

“DIDN’T I TELL YOU NOT TO TURN AWAY FROM ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU?” came Draco’s thunderous bellow.

Avari wheeled around. “One, you are NOT talking to me, you are screaming. Two, I was NOT talking to you, I was talking to my sister. Go suck on a flobberworm, Malfoy!” Turning on her heel the girl swathed in several layers of black clothes walked off.

“GET BACK HERE!” screamed Malfoy, chasing after her.

Tuardae waited a moment before looking at Lupin with an “I-told-you-so” look on her face before leaning over and whispering, “They’re gonna go screw now.”

“WE ARE NOT!” came a distance female shout.

Tuardae grinned wickedly and wiggled her eyebrows at Lupin. “See? Told you.”

Lupin shook his head, grinning behind a hand. “I’m going to need to see this Rule Book you speak of,” he said with a chuckle.

“Nope,” she said, standing up with a smile. “Remember? You’re old.” She winked and skipped off over the grounds to join a large group of Gryffindors playing some kind of game involving a floating teacup that changed shape every pass through the players. She managed to join in right as it was turned into a black and white milk cow.


* * * * *

Avari was sitting in a nice fluffy bed wrapped in black silk, her clothes thrown on various parts of the floor. She was glaring at the wall and trying not to grind her teeth. Avari happened to like her pretty teeth, and didn’t want anything to happen to them.

“Are you going to glare a hole into the wall?” sneered Draco, sitting up and pushing his platinum blonde hair out of his eyes.

She turned to glare at him and snarled, pushing him back down on the bed with a harsh shove. “Shut up you. This is all your fault.”

“Hnowsithmahfult?” came the muffled noise from behind the pillow she’d pressed over his face in disgust.

Lifting the pillow she snarled. “Because it IS your fault.” She grumbled and pulled her knees up to her chest, putting her elbows on them and resting her head on her arms. “Everything is your fault,” she grumbled.

“Well, it’s your bloody fault I can’t sit down for a while,” he snipped. “Why the hell’d you have to do that?”

“I felt like it,” she snapped at him, flopping back on the bed while he sat on the edge, pulling on his pants.

“I can’t find my underwear,” he said, looking around.

“Uhm, you won’t find them. I’ll buy you another pair. Maybe.”

Draco snarled. “Filthy Yankee.”

“Stupid Brit.”

Rolling onto her stomach she played with the black silk sheets, running the material through her slender fingers. Draco’s bed was a lot softer than hers, and much bigger. Thinking smugly of taking over his room another thought crossed her mind. Damn, Draco, for once it wasn’t his fault. Ugh. Damn. It was Tuardae’s fault. Glaring at the pillow she decided that Tuardae needed to get laid. And soon. Poor Harry.

“What are you glaring at you moron?” he hissed, buttoning his pants.

Turning over she looked at him. “Moron am I? At least I don’t have to check the instructions in Potions every five seconds. Incompetent.”

Draco’s fists clutched. “Ungrateful little – ”

“Ungrateful am I?” she scoffed.

“I should slap you – ”

“And you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of your life,” she said sweetly. “And you like it.”

“Bitch.”

“You know, if you’re going to keep sweet talking me, you’re going to have to take those pants off.”


* * * * *


“Harry, I need to talk to you,” came a voice from his left, pulling him down a hallway.

He almost stumbled over his long legs and had to catch himself on the wall. Ready to curse out who ever had grabbed him he stopped, seeing Avari glaring at him with her arms crossed. He shifted his books and shook his hair out of the way, only to have it fall back into his eyes a moment later. Shifting his feet back and forth he was about to apologize for any and everything he’d done with Tuardae so far before realizing the pair had only made out.

“Can I help you?” he asked calmly.

“Mr. Harry Potter,” she started out very business like, but her voice soon turned agitated, “if you do not screw my sister soon, I will be forced to take action. And it will hurt. You.”

Harry was startled and almost lost the grip on his book bag. “W-what?” he asked, shaken.

“Screw,” she said slowly, “her.”

Harry just stared openly at Avari, not sure if it was a trick or not.

“Please, tell me you did not think I was a virgin,” came the response with rolling eyes. “She may be, but I have way too much fun not to be.”

Silence.

“Your mouth is open.”

Snapping his mouth shut he just looked at Avari, trying not to let his jaw go slack againhm, hm, I don’t think I understand.”

“What’s not to understand?” she asked, spreading her arms wide. “Screw her!”

“You WANT me to screw you sister?” he asked, scratching his head, just messing up his hair even more.

“You’re about the sixth guy that I’ve wanted to screw her. None of them worked. You better. Understand?”

“Six guys?”

“Well,” Avari said, scratching her chin in thought. “She and Chris almost screwed, but then he went and did something stupid.”

“Stupid?”

“Don’t ask. Just, one piece of advice?” Avari added sweetly, walking closer.

Harry inched back, not sure how to take Avari’s sudden interest in his sex life.

“Don’t lose her interest,” Avari said, grinning with an evil look in her eyes. “Lose her interest, and lose her, which means no sex, means you lose something of your very own.” Her finger tapped his lower stomach with an impish grin. “Don’t disappoint me. Now run, you’ll be late to Charms.” With that she turned on her heel and walked off.

Harry ran down the hallway and made it just in time. Sitting down next to Ron the tall boy looked as his friend. “What the bloody hell happened to you?”

“Avari wants me to screw her sister,” he hissed quietly, pulling out his books.

Ron’s eyes went wide. “What? You’re off your rocker!”

In a quiet voice Harry told Ron and the other boy just looked on, shocked. “Man, I knew the girl could drink, but I didn’t think alcohol could stay in your system that long!”

“Maybe if you two didn’t break out of your rooms to have a drinking contest once a week it wouldn’t be a problem,” Hermione said from a distance, rolling her eyes.

Tuardae smiled and shook her head. “Maybe that’s why you’ve been needing help in your History of Magic studies.”

They sat down and class started, and halfway through class Tuardae floated a note over to Harry in the midst of the class practicing their Air Shackles Charm. It floated over Neville who was lying on the floor, unable to move as air held tight around his arms and legs, making him unable to move. Harry gulped and looked at the note before glancing at Tuardae, who had turned away and was promptly shackling Hermione.

Flipping the paper open he looked down and saw, “Have you talked to Avari?”

He scribbled a quick “Yes.”

They passed the notes back and forth.

“Has she said anything unusual?”

“Not really.”

“Good, I was afraid she’d just yell at you for making out with me in the owlery. And again in the hallway.”

Harry tried not to laugh at this. He couldn’t tell Tuardae that Avari wanted him to do the exact opposite.

“No, nothing like that. Just stuff mainly.”

Later after class Harry and his classmates were walking down the hallway to lunch when they passed the Slytherins. Avari caught his eye, hanging off of Blaise’s arm. Harry couldn’t tell who was the trophy: Avari or Blaise. Her deep purple eyes bore into his as she stared him down, the two groups passing quietly in the hall way. Glancing over his shoulder Harry gulped, seeing Avari was still looking at him.

“This is one weird family.”