Ravenrin & Slytherclaw

RAVENRIN & SLYTHCLAW-Chapter 2

During the next morning’s breakfast, as the previous day had flown by after the Potions incident, Argenta dropped herself down next to Honeysuckle at the Ravenclaw table and began to pile food onto the plate in front of her.
“So, will there be any fit lads coming from Durmstrang?,” she managed to say through a mouthful of eggs and beans on toast.
“Oh defiantly yes! You should have seen the friend Icke brought home for the summer. And our age too! Little Icke tends to favour friends that are older than him because of the power and influence they hold,” Honeysuckle replied before taking a sip of her morning cup of tea.
“So did Icke and his friend spend a lot of time together? Doing lads things?”
“Let’s just say that I got to see more of Hugo than Icke ever will do. Period!,” chucked Honeysuckle, nudging her friend knowingly.
“So will we be seeing Hugo during the Tournament?,” inquired Argenta, one eyebrow arched artfully.
“More than likely! Like I said, he’s our age and Dumbledore did say that only those of age can compete. I’ll be looking out for him when the consignment of ‘fresh meat’ arrives!”
“Ahh, yes! Fresh meat,” Argenta sighed before glancing over to the teacher’s table and eyed up Professor Snape once more.
“You’re still adamant on trying your luck with Snape?”
“Darling, he may look like a slime ball, but I’m sure under all that black cloth, there beats a very wild and passionate heart. I intend to release it!,” Argenta replied very dramatically. Out of the two girls, she was the more passionate and always saw romance in the darker side of people like Snape. Honeysuckle just shook her head and returned to her breakfast that was then interrupted by the owl post that had caused a few first years on each table to jump and shriek. Honeysuckle looked up as normal and saw once again her brother’s owl, Loki, with yet another letter, but this one detailed the names and ages of all of the candidates that would soon arrive. Honeysuckle grinned widely and once she had finished reading it, passed the letter to Argenta, who was now nursing a strong cup of coffee with one hand and her head resting on the other, holding it up. He hand slipped from her head and to the paper now in front of her on the table. Her mood was soon lifted as she read the words and soon she too had a grin on her face to match her friend’s. They soon were leaving the Great Hall to go to their first lessons. The pair would meet up in second period for Ancient Runes, but would be in separate lessons to begin the day, Argenta was off to Transfiguration and Honeysuckle to Arithmancy. During each of they first lessons the girls got to grips with not only the work set but the usual from their fellow house mates. Argenta was gossiping with her fellow Slytherin girls, where as Honeysuckle was being quizzed about why a Slytherin had sat at their table for breakfast that morning, by a couple of fellow Ravenclaws.
“She’s my friend and inter-house friendships are encouraged. Tell me why she shouldn’t come over for meals?,” Honeysuckle demanded after a barrage of questions. Nobody answered back. With Honeysuckle being a Perfect, they knew she could and more than likely, would put then in detention and take house points too. In their joint lesson, Honeysuckle told Argenta what the rest of the Ravenclaws had said about her joining the table with her friend for meals.
“Well stuff them! Come and sit on the Slytherin table instead. None of my lot will blink an eyelid, as they would have me to deal with. Ha, take will show them!,” Argenta huffed as they translated the passage they were reading.
“That would give those 4th year boys something to think about,” Honeysuckle said, winking. Argenta snorted a strangled laugh and kept her head down as Professor Babbling walked past them.
“I have my detention tonight with Professor Snape. I wonder what he will have me doing?,” Argenta said dreamily as they left the classroom and now headed to the Great Hall for lunch and then to the library for another of many free periods together. Honeysuckle was furiously scribbling lots of notes on lots of pieces of parchment, which to Argenta’s now trained eyes looked like plans for a complicated prank. She knew better than to ask her fiendishly clever friend about it until Honeysuckle came to her for help or advice. Usually Honeysuckle would just set out on her own with the pranks and share the outcome of the pranks with her friend. But Argenta couldn’t help herself this time and asked what it was she was up to.
“Only the biggest prank the school will ever see for some time,” Honeysuckle replied, her head still bent low over her notes, guarding them jealously. Argenta knew that the whole school would find out soon as to what Honeysuckle planned to, but Argenta in the meanwhile was far too bust obsessing over just what Snape would have her doing in her detention, which was directly after dinner, which followed the double Herbology lesson.
Honeysuckle was no where in sight when Argenta entered the Great Hall. She was sure that she was right behind her as they left the greenhouse and returned to the castle. She shrugged and bolted her dinner down so that she could be on time for her detention with her Head of House and favourite teacher. When she entered the Potions classroom, she saw that she would be doing lines, whilst sat at Snape’s desk, right next to him.
‘Fabulous, I’ll be able to tease him whilst I pretend to be concentrating on my lines,’ she thought gleefully, dropping her bag next to the chair and pulling out her favourite green Floowper quill. She sat, posed in silence, waiting Snape to stride into the room and tell her the lines she would have to write out. She sat, sure that if he should stop at her shoulder that he would get an ample view of her cleavage and soft thighs that were staining against the micro skirt she was wearing, with a split up one of the legs, right up to the hip. When he did walk in, he was greeted with this display of flesh and his groin tightened at the sight. He mentally shook the thoughts and images that were now forming in his mind and residing there too. Instead he swished his wand in the direction of the board, which magically wrote with the chalk that was lying on the desk, Argenta’s lines, which were;
‘I MUST NOT PROPOSISTION ANY TEACHER WHILST IN CLASS OR EVER.’ She had to write the lines until Professor Snape thought she had learnt her lesson.
‘If I am thinking what I am, then I have been without the ministrations of a good woman for some time. I mustn’t think this way of a student!!,’ Severus thought as he sat down, intently watching Argenta start writing with her ridiculous quill. After an hour and a half, Argenta put down her quill and stretched her arms, making her school shirt rise and show off her toned stomach. Snape was marking 2nd year essays and had caught the act in the corner of his eye. Just as he was about to tell Argenta to continue with her lines, he felt something rub against his leg. He glanced over to Argenta only to find that she was bent low over her parchment, showing her cleavage to him, but it looked to him as if she was fully engrossed with her lines. He thought nothing more of the touch until he defiantly felt the same movement again but this time near his groin area. He stiffened at the thought that it could be the student near to him, but the probing touch was still there, more and more persistent and he soon found his-self moving ever so slightly towards the pressing motion. He was enjoying his-self too much to notice that Argenta had stopped writing and was now touching her own breasts in as much ardour as he was against now what he knew was her foot.
‘By Medusa, this feels so good, but I can’t do this with a student!.’ He thought, suddenly standing up. Argenta had noticed the rather large bulge in the front of his trousers, which he quickly hid behind his billowy master’s cape and ordered her out of his classroom once more. She made a great show of bending down to retrieve the bag, only to feel hands on her hips, pulling her backwards until she felt the stiff and impassioned arousal sex of a male body. She slow stood up straight, knowing that he was behind her and could have done anything to her there and then. She knew that she would have complied with his every want and bend of the school rules. But instead she heard a harsh whisper in her ear, which made her shiver.
“You may be the biggest slut this school has ever seen, but I will not be made as sport for you and your friend to have fun with.” He pulled her closer, a hand snaking round and cupping one of her breasts, his breath on her neck, close enough for him to kiss and taste her flesh.
“If you ever attempt to do this sort of unsuitable behaviour again Miss Emmanuelle, I will personally make sure that you will be suitably punished.”
“Is that an absolute promise Sir,” purred Argenta.
“You have my word on the matter.” That was all that he said as he pulled away and then retreated into the ingredients cupboard to calm his enamoured body down. Argenta smiled at the very veiled promise and left the room in high spirits to find the corridors full of excited students. She stopped a passing Hufflepuff and asked what was happening.
Someone has blown up Filch’s office! It’s been completely destroyed!.” The boy laughed and ran off to rejoin his friends. Argenta sighed and shook her head before uttering,
“Honeysuckle my dear, what a fantastic prank!”

Whilst Argenta was in her detention, Honeysuckle was trying to convince reluctant Peeves into helping her destroy his arch enemy’s beloved office.
“I’ll give you the password to the Perfect’s Bathroom. Please Peeves, apart from Hallow’een and Christmas, this might be the last time that I can pull a huge prank like this all year! Those Weasley Twins are hot on my heels for the ‘Prankster Crown’, she pleaded.
“What’s the password,” Peeves asked as he hung upside down, bobbing around Honeysuckle’s head waiting for her to answer him.
“Do I take that as a yes then?” Peeves somersaulted in the air, making his-self up-right in front of Honeysuckle, before cackling his consent.
“Brilliant Peeves, thanks. Cause as much havoc as you can in there of me. It’s far enough away from his office to allow me time to do what I want. The password is ‘Pinefresh’,” she whispered, grinning as she walked away, heading in the direction of the caretaker’s office.
The destruction of Filch’s office became the only topic of that the school was talking about and just what had been damaged. The few students, the Weasley Twins included, that had managed to sneak a look at the room before it was sealed off, described the carnage to friends, who passed it onto friends which was then circulated round the school like a wildfire. The destruction caused included the complete and utter destruction of all of the cabinets that contained the mis-deeds of past and present students, much to the delight and joy of the Weasley Twins. But un-beknown to the student population, Filch’s records were just copies of copies of originals, which were housed in the Headmaster’s office just in case anything happened to the second copies. The release of all of the banned and confiscated objects that had been collected over the years were now roaming the school and various amounts of paint had been thrown onto the walls and over Filch’s precious collection of weapons and chains. Filch’s mood for the next few days was foul and he would give any joyful looking students looks of complete and utter disgust, making many first years run past and older students jeer and insult the man, but that was no change really! Just three days later, the Weasley Twins had managed to corner Honeysuckle in the Charms classroom as she was leaving it and they were entering it.
“We know it could only be you that could trash Filch’s office,” they said in unison.
“And the pair of you thought that you were the best pranksters of the school. Who else would have the daring to do such a thing? ‘Oh Mr Filch, I think Peeves is in the Perfect’s bathroom, the door is jammed shut and there’s a queue!’,” she replied and re-enacted.
“Teach us Oh Great One! For we are not worthy. We’re not worthy, we’re not worthy, we’re not worthy,” they chorused as they dropped to their knees and bowed in time to their words. Honeysuckle laughed.
“I have nothing to teach the pair of you. You have managed so far in your illustrious careers as pranksters. You may have the rule of the school once I have left- prankster wise only though,” she said as a throw away comment and headed off to meet Argenta. They hadn’t had any chance to catch up and talk with each other since the chaos of Filch’s office and Argenta’s detention due to different lessons.
During one of their free periods, they secluded themselves away into an unused classroom and were soon gossiping about everything that had happened in the past few days.
“Oh Honey, that was the best back to school prank you have ever pulled! What’s next?”
“I think I might wait a while and maybe pull something once the other schools are here!,” Honeysuckle confided as she tucked into a bar of Honeyduke’s Best Chocolate.
“What about your detention with the dark, mysterious Snape? How did that go?,” inquired Honeysuckle once she had cleared her mouth of the delicious chocolate.
“Oh it was just lines. But I did try the old foot up the leg trick and I think it kind of worked,” confided Argenta. Her bestest of friends tried her hardest to get more details from her, but Argenta was as silent as a dead dodo and refused to say anymore. She had defiantly wanted to keep the fact that if she was so degrading in class or in front of Snape again, he would punish her in the most suitable fashion.
‘Does that mean he wants to….no. He wouldn’t? Would he?,’ she pondered once she was alone in her bed that night in the dorm that she shared with only two others. Serena Goldham and Latisha Melbourne were the only other girls that Argenta talked to but not about the things she did with Honeysuckle. She, in her dorm mate’s eyes, was a clod-hearted madam, who only had to snap her fingers and a number of boys jumped to do as she commanded. Also these were the girls whom shared her bitching rants and moans with but the two girls knew never to bitch about a certain Ravenclaw, despite anything she might have done to annoy them. Instead they did together in private but Argenta usually found out somehow. Honeysuckle however was writing a letter back to her brother, Ichabod, saying thanks for the information on the Durmstrang boys. Once she had finished writing, she attached the letter to the leg of her Merlin hawk, Viv, opened the window and watched her fly out of sight. Her father had written to Dumbledore upon the arrival of her first year letter, asking that instead of him having to buy a new owl, that she could be allowed to bring her trained and very loyal Merlin hawk. Dumbledore had agreed as Honeysuckle had had Viv since she was 8 year old and had hand raised her from a chick. She slowly cleared the writing desk of her failed letters and broken quills before climbing into her soft and warm bed and falling into an untroubled sleep, unlike her Slytherin friend who slept fitfully through the whole night.