Ravenrin & Slytherclaw

RAVENRIN & SLYTHERCLAW- Chapter 13

The Twins had decided to forgo dinner and used the passageway to Honeyduke’s to get a well earned snack of the sweet kind. Soon they had pillow cases full of the sweets the confectioner’s sold. They reached the entrance of the passageway, but on the Hogwarts end, the statue of the One-Eyed Witch and carefully peered around it to see if the coast was clear. It wasn’t. They could see the dark billowy robes of Severus pacing the corridor as he was on patrol in that area that night. He suddenly turned, his wand held out in front of him defensively, the tip glowing with the Lumos charm.
“Who’s there?”
“I would have thought after spending a lot of time in detention with me Sir, you would have recognised me from the shadows and a far,” came a hushed voice just out of sight of the Twins.
“Ahh, Miss Emmanuelle. What has you roaming the castle at this late hour?,” Severus’ voice said, with a hint of amusement and wondering.
“Oh just a bit of international exchangement. Well, wardrobe exchange really. I swapped my red silk dress for this charming piece of lace,” the shadow clad Argenta said, before she stepped forward, holding out a dainty baby doll in sensuous black. It didn’t leave mush to the imaginations of not only Severus but the Twins too.
“Damn! Just imagine Argenta in that and only that!,” whispered Fred to his twin.
“Now Miss Emmanuelle, what should we do about what you declared earlier?”
“I have no idea what you’re on about Sir.”
“My being the ‘Care of Witch’s Underwear Professor’.”
“Oh, that! Well…,” Argenta stuttered.
“Well, if I am to take my new role as seriously as my Potions Master one then I must insist on seeing your underwear Argenta,” Severus said in dangerously low voice.
“Why, that would be impossible Sir.”
“And why is that?” Argenta stepped a little closer, holding the baby doll against her body suggestively, stroking the lace as it lay over her breasts and stomach.
“Holy cow! Argenta’s flirting with Snape,” hissed George as the Twins’ eyes popped out at the scene unfolding in front of them.
“Because I’m not wearing any,” Argenta seductively said, stepping even closer so that she was now toe to toe with the dark professor.
“Well that is a problem. Maybe we could rectify that by you going to my office and trying on that delicious looking item.”
“I thought you would never ask,” Argenta rushed off down the corridor and disappear into the shadows. Severus stalked the corridors for a while before heading to the sanctuary of his office.
“Bloody Hell! Nar, Argenta can’t be…. Could she?,” said Fred, shaking his head, trying to rid the thought and image that had just formed in his head out.
“Possibly bro. But ewww. Snape!,” George added as the pair of brothers made their way stealthily back to the Gryffindor Common Room. All thought of the two Slytherins and what they might have been up to were soon pushed to one side as everyone ran to them, grabbing at the pillow cases and emptying the goodies onto a nearby table. Hands rained down on the backs of the Twins, who joined the crowd around the table and started to shove the sweet delights they had pilfered earlier down their throats. Once the ‘party’ had died down, the Twins called for Dobby, who appeared instantly in front of them.
“Masters Weasley. What can Dobby do foe you?”
“We want you to watch Professor Snape’s door. His main quarter’s door, not his office, but have that one in sight too though!,” rattled off Fred.
“Yeah, if no-one comes out by, say 2am then no-one will be coming out. Let us know straight away,” George added before the House-elf could disappear. The boys then headed to their beds to get some sleep before being woken by Dobby at 4am. The Twins stationed themselves in a nearby empty classroom and waited for their suspicions to be confirmed. Fred was snoozing when the door to Severus’ quarters opened, earning Fred a hardy nudge from his brother who put his finger to his lips and pointed out the barely open door. Argenta stepped into the corridor and quickly glanced around to find it clear. Only then did she reach back into the room and draw Severus forward into a passionate kiss.
“Gotya,” whispered the Twins in unison, as Fred pressed the button on the ‘borrowed’ camera then watching the 7th year Slytherin walk away from her Head of House and now confirmed lover.
“Well, what do we do now? If we tell anyone Honey will kill us!,” George said, watching his brother for a reaction.
“Gods, you’re right! We’ll just have to go straight to Argenta and tell her we know,” Fred said as the pair sneeked back into the Gryffindor Tower and their beds for more sleep.
Later that day the twins headed to the courtyard Honeysuckle and Argenta usually sat. And there they were.
“Argenta, could we have a word, in private please,” Fred asked bravely. Argenta looked at Honeysuckle, her eyebrow raised in question. Honeysuckle shrugged and looked at the now squirming Twins. Argenta nodded and followed the Twins to the far side of the courtyard, far enough away from Honeysuckle to not hear but she could still see them all. Argenta perched herself on a bench, waiting for the Twins to start speaking.
“We know about you and Snape,” Fred spat out.
“Prove it,” Argenta challenged. Just then George whipped out a photo from his trouser pocket. He handed it to Argenta.
“Shit,” she muttered as she looked down at the evidence in front of her. The photo was of herself and Severus, kissing as passionately as they had earlier that day when she had left his room.
“How? When? And I bet you too have made copies so there’s no point destroying this one.”
“With Colin Creevey’s camera, this morning and of course, what do you take us for?,” Fred answered.
“But don’t worry, the photos are well hidden,” George said as Argenta opened her mouth to argue with them but soon closed it again when she heard what George had said.
“What do you want to keep this quiet?,” Argenta whispered after a brief silence.
“Nothing,” Fred replied, walking away and towards a small group of Gryffindors not that far away from where the Twins had confronted Argenta. Argenta herself made her way back to Honeysuckle.
“What did they want?”
“Oh, just about their latest prank,” Argenta said, trying to hide the real reason.
“If it was about a prank, they would have said something in front of me. You can’t pull that one on me sweetie. Tell me the truth Argenta,” Honeysuckle demanded.
“Well, the Twins have discovered something about me. They know about me and Severus Honey.”
“You and Severus? I thought you might have still been carrying on with him. How did they find out?,” Honeysuckle said in a hushed voice, so no one could hear the conversation.
“They must have been watching his quarters. Probably got a House-elf to follow us. They have photos Honey!”
“I’ll fucking kill them!! Where the Hell did they get a camera from on such short notice?”
“Colin Creevey. He’s never without that sodding camera, especially when following Potter,” Argenta confirmed.
“I’m still going to kill them,” Honeysuckle .
“I kept a hold of the photo they gave me,” Argenta said quietly, pulling the offending and incriminating photo out of her sleeve and handing it to her friend.
“Oh Argenta,” Honeysuckle whispered as she watched the photo Severus and Argenta pash ardently, holding each other tightly.
“They say they have copies and that they are well hidden, but can I trust them?”
“Leave that to me sweetie. Just leave them to me,” Honeysuckle replied to her desperate friend, her head reeling from the news.
Eventually, much later that day, after dinner, Honeysuckle did manage to catch up with the mischievous Twins.
“Hand them over!”
“What ever do you mean Honey?,” Fred asked, knowing full well that the Slytherin would have either confided in her Ravenclaw friend or been bullied into telling.
“You know full well what I mean Fred Weasley! Hand. Them. Over. Now!” By this point Honeysuckle’s face had grown rather red and then slightly purple in colour. Yes she was mad at them and that was quite a dangerous place to be in Honeysuckle’s books. The Twins stalled.
“Where are they?”
“Safe,” George spluttered. Fred digged him in the ribs as a warning as to not say more.
“I hope so for your own sakes that they NEVER see the light of day,” ranted the Ravenclaw Prefect. The boys respected her so just nodded and scurried away to check that the photos were indeed safe. Nothing more was said on the matter between the four of them. The boys knew if the photos were leaked, then that would mean their heads. Not only by Honeysuckle, but assuredly their mother too, as Honeysuckle would defiantly write to her and explain carefully, without naming names and positions, what the Twins had done. The wrath of both Mother and good friend were enough to instil the boys to keep the evidence well and truly hidden.