Wicked Ways

((Author’s Note: If you read our other story, you’ll realize that it’s quiet serious, and can sometimes be too tedious to bear. So this is our stress relief story. ::looks at the NC-17 rating and nudges the story towards it:: So please don’t mind it if ::gets impatient and PUSHES the story into the rating:: if it gets a little … interesting. – WickedSisters))


Chapter 3 – Opposites Attract



“So, where’d you get sorted to?” Avari asked, sprawled across the stair cases in front of the Hall, skimming through their new school books.

“Gryffin-something . . . door? Yeah, that sounds right.” Tuardae was next to her, staring up at the clouds in the sky, watching as they chased across the pale blue sky. It was a Saturday, and already the talk of the two new students was billowing around the school. Everyone was walking in and out of the front doors out into the sun, several pairs going in and out several times to catch glimpses of the girls. Tuardae’s green eyes followed the clouds as she said, “We’re going to meet people today. Some good, some bad,” she said simply before looking over at Avari.

“You know I hate it when you do that.”

Tuardae giggled. “What? It’s foreseen!” she said, holding hends nds up to the sky.

Avari rolled her eyes and sat up, just as shadows fell over them. Looking up she glared at the intruders, who were decked in Gryffindor robes. So far the Gryffindor’s hadn’t shown her any kindness, and seemed more likely to stay away from her than to welcome her warmly. “What do you want?” she spat at the three newcomers. One had frizzy hair, pulled back and pinned into a bun with a pencil, fraying strands still escaping. The other was tall with flaming red hair and a bucketful of freckles thrown onto his face and arms. The third had black hair that looked as if it had never been combed, and bright green eyes. “The Boy Who Lived?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said in a deep tenor voice, not shocked at all, more nonchalant than anything else. “That’s me.”

“Can you move? You’re in my light.”

Harry stepped aside and they turned their attention to Tuardae who was looking at them with an eyebrow raised. “Can I help you?”

“We wanted to welcome you to Hogwarts!” said the girl with enthusiasm. Tuardae blinked before standing and dusting herself off a bit before offering a hand. “My name is Tuardae T’lageos,” she said, shaking the girl’s hand, then the boys’. When they looked at her funny she said, “Two-are-day. I’m in Gryffindor.”

“Right-O!” said the red headed boy. “My name’s Ron, and this is Hermione.”

“And who’s this?” she asked, smiling at Harr
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“Don’t you know?” Harmione asked, slightly shocked.

Tuardae smiled thinly at them. “I know who he is,” she said. “It’s just polite to introduce yourself instead of being bigheaded.” There was a snort from Avari.

Harry grinned slyly and held out his hand. “My name is Harry Potter.”

Tuardae shook his hand firmly. “Nice to meet you Harry.”

“Can we go now? Or is this sickening little love-fest not over?” Avari said, drawing herself up smoothly from the ground. “We need to get your trunks from Dumbledore and put them in your room.”

“Oh, don’t you know?” Hermione said quietly. “People from opposing houses cannot go into each other’s dormitories.”

Avari rounded on Hermione and glared at her before sighing as she started to mutter. “Stupid British, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heaWhatWhat next? Sit at different tables at meal times too? I have GOT to talk to Dumbledore about this. Totally preposterous . . . ”

Tuardae smiled at the three, winking at Harry. “Time to go, bye!” she said, waving as she trotted off.

* * * * * *

“She’s a total snob,” hissed Hermione. “And Tuardae’s nice but with a bite. I don’t like it.”

Ron just sighed and shook her head, watching as Tuardae floated her chests up the stairwell, Lavender and Parvati smiling and helping her out, occasion outbursts of laughter being heard. “She’s not all that bad.”

“No,” said Harry, looking at Tuardae thoughtfully. “She’s a good person. She makes you feel normal. Like you’re not anyone special,” he said quietly.

“But Harry, you ARE someone special!” hissed Hermione as she poured over her Runes homework. Both of the boys were ignoring their studies, as usual.

“Not to her,” Harry said, staring off into a dream-like trance.

Ron looked at Harry before chuckling and shaking his head. “She’s all right Hermione. You were just like her when we met you, remember?”

“I would like to forget.”


* * * * * *


Avari was sitting in the Slytherin Common Room brushing out her waist-long hair and humming softly, sitting in front of the fire. A few people were wearily eyeing her wearily, afraid to go near her. She’d cursed one of the second years for blocking her warmth radiating from thee.
e.

“Why are you brushing your hair out here?” snipped Malfoy.

Avari looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the brush stopping mid-stroke. “I would say it’s a free country, but Americans have that liberty. I wonder, does your daddy give it to you? Or are you kept on a leash to prance around like a little toy poodle?” she said through a sneer.

Draco glared at her. “Why you little bitch!”

The hairbrush went flying across the Common Room, Draco ducking, his eyes wide when he saw the instrument in the air. Unfortunately it struck Pansy Parkinson in the head, as she was standing behind him, laughing at Avari, who smiled and said, “Well, that turned out to be far more amusing that I originally had planned.” She chuckled. “Can I have my hair brush?”

Pansy shrieked and threw it back at her. Avari caught it easily and went back to brushing her hair.

When dinner time was announced she slunk up the stairs, the Slytherin Hogivigiving her wide berth, although she could hear Malfoy teasing Pansy about the new bruise swelling up on her forehead. She watched as most of the other Houses came from various parts of the castle, and watched for Tuardae, who showed up chatting with Ron and Harry, looking comfortable.

“You done flirting?” Avari said from a shadow.

Tuardae grinned at her, stopping short and walking over, leaving Harry and Ron to stare before walking into the Hall for dinner. The two walked in and lo aro around and Avari cursed in their first language. The Slytherins and the Gryffindors were sitting on opposite sides of the Hall. “How in Hades’ name am I ever supposed to see you?” spa spat acidly, glaring around the Hall.

“We have classes together, and the weekends and free time,” Tuardae said, smoothing her ruffled feathers. “I mean, if we’re not busy with anything.”

“You plan on pushing your way onto the Quidditch team don’t you?” i sai said, crossing her arms, almost accusingly.

Tuardae grinned. “Oh, come on now, like you haven’t thought about it. The first games are in two weeks. Think we can push hard enough?”

Avari glared over at Malfoy, knowing he was Captain. “Watch me.”

They parted ways and Tuardae went to sit down next to Hermione with a grin. “I can’t wait to get to class! I’m sure I’ll have a lot of studying to do to catch up, but I don’t mind sacrificing a few nights and weekends to make sure I’ve got top grades,” she said as she pulled some chicken onto her plate, asking for the boiled tatters.

Hermione looked at Tuardae, startled. “So you’re very studious?” she asked, looking out of the corner of her eye.

Tuardae grinned, sipping her pumpkin juice. “I was top in my class back in America! Tuardae was like . . . ninth? She could do better, she just never studied. And she argued with the professor’s a lot. That and she just doesn’t really care.”

Hermione looked shocked. “How can you not care?”

“She just thinks there are more important things,” she said, befoer ger gaze shifted over to Harry and Ron, who were sitting across from them, stuffing their faces and listening on the sly. “Speaking of more important things than academics, who do I have to screw to get on the Quidditch team here?”

Ron started choking on his potatoes.

Harry was able to swallow before chuckling, hitting the table with a loud bark of a laug
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Tuardae raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

“You’d have to screw Harry,” Hermione said dryly.

Tuardae grinned and looked back at the green-eyed boy and wiggled her eyebrows. “So, when are you free for ?”
?”

Harry turned bright red, and was hiding his mouth behind his hand while smacking Ron on the back, hoping his friend wouldn’t choke as he turned as red as his hair.

“I mean, I am really good with the ‘stick,” she said, resting her head on her hand, looking directly at Harry with an innocent expression. “And I’ve got good endurance, I can go for a while, I mean, this one time, it lasted almost a week. Now, that was a fun time!”

Ron was coughing, leaning over the bench with his eyes tearing up. Hermione was staring openly at Tuardae, who was still looking at Harry with that bright innocent look. Harry was staring right back at her, trying to remain serious but the corners of his mouth were twitching upwarI’llI’ll have to give you a trial run,” he rasped out, before clearing his throat. “I mean, a go on the field. Shit, I mean, an tiontion. Tonight, after dinner.”

Tuardae grinned and bounced a little in her seat, shooting Ron a big smile, who had finally recovered from his coughing episode. “Oh, you just made me a very happy girl!” Then she turned to Hermione and went very serious. “So, how far have you guys gotten in Transfiguration?”

As they were leaving the dining halardaardae waves Avari down, who was looking rather sullen and grumpy. “I have an audition tonight after dinner!” she squealed, happily.

Avari leveled a gaze at her sister before saying. “You said ‘’stick’ and ‘endurance’ and made a nonchalant reference to that week-long game didn’t you?” she asked, watching Tuardae grin, and knew the answer. “I’ve got tok tok to my Quidditch captain tonight. I should be on the team by tomorrow morning.”

“No audition?”

Avari grinned. “It’ll be an audition. Just not one he was expecting.”

* * * * *

Later Tuardae was flying over the Quidditch field, waiting for Harry to show up. Surprisingly he showed up with Ron and a few of the other players. She flew down and sm, ho, hoping off the broom with a bounce. “Well, what shall we do to start?”

“What position do you want?” Harry asked, opening the case that held the Quidditch balls.

“Seeker.”

Harry stopped and looked up, blinking. “That position’s taken. Pick another, if you can play any others.”

Tuardae frowned. “I want to play Seeker. I challenge your currene.” e.”

“All right,” Harry said, nodding to Ginny, who played as a Chaser on the team now. “Mount up, it’ll be a tough audition for you,” he said, mounting his own broom.

Tuardae raised an eyebrow. “You?’

He nodded silently and flew up into the air. She thought for a moment before follg asg as Ginny waited before releasing the Snitch. It fluttered around f mom moment before Ginny shouted for both to go. Tuardae stayed in one place while Harry immediately rose higher in the fading light, looking around for any flashes of gold. She listened quietly for the sound of wings, and heard them as the light from the sun flashed against the silvery wings. Opening her eyes she darted for it, seeing Harry come at it just like her, both flying at incredible speeds to be the first to get the Snitch. Neither would back down.

When they both landed on the ground each had a hand around the Snitch, struggling to pull it away from the other. Finally Tuardae just grinned at him and said, “Oh, so you like it rough?”

Harry surprised her by grinning and saying quietly, watching everyone run over to where they had landed, leaving a small dent in the ground, “You have no idea.”

She grinned while Ginny looked down at them, perplexed. “Well, this has never happened before.”

Tuardae released the Snitch, being the first to let go. “I’ll settle for Keeper then.”

Harry looked up at Ron, as he lounged, still on the ground in the fading light. “Good news pal! You’re not the King anymore, you’ve been demoted.”

Ron smiled and pushed his hands into his pockets. “Jolly good! This means I won’t have to watch Crabbe and Goyle all day, I can hit Bludgers at them. Finally! I can hurt them without getting in trouble.” He held out a hand to Tuardae. “Welcome to the team!”


* * * * *


Avari had finally cornered Malfoy in a dungeon corridor without Crabbe or Goyle around to glare at her. Usually she just snickered and motioned at their important parts (secretly wondering if they even knew what they were used for) with her wand. But now little Draco was all alone, wandering in his thoughts when she cornered him. He looked up, bright blue eyes startled before he scowled.

“What do you want?” he snapped, squaring out his shoulders.

“I want on the Quidditch team. Chaser, if you wouldn’t mind.”

He sneered, crossing his arms and raising his chin haughtily. “Team’s full. Sorry Red, go play with your hairbrush.”

She walked up to him, her face blank, smirking as he walked backwards until he was touching a wall. Her hand slid down his stomach quickly and before he could stop her, slid down his pants. She was grinning as he shuddered, his eyes sliding closed. “Team still full?” she asked, pausing.

“Can you do anything else,” he asked, breathlessly, “besides that?”

“Oh, I can do more. But that’ll cost you the green bag of candy underneath your bed.”