Ravenrin & Slytherclaw

RAVENRIN & SLYTHERCALW- Chapter 3

The talk of the school soon reverted back to talk of the summer’s Quidditch World Cup and the now looming Tournament.
“You went to the World Cup right Honey?,” Argenta asked. Her family didn’t go because none of them were all that interested in the game, but Argenta was very interested in the players.
“Yes. Dad managed to get tickets for the Top Box from Ludo Bagman. Unfortunately we had to sit behind the Malfoys,” Honeysuckle said with a rather large hint of distain in her voice before she continued, “But I did see dear Oliver Wood in the camping grounds and had a word or two with him, hint, hint!! But I wasn’t really watching the match, I was watching a someone. And before you say anything, no he’s not one of the players. He was sat right at the front of the box, so tall, muscular, weather- beaten and so good looking. I think he’s a Weasley because the Twins were sat with him along with three certain Gryffindors in 4th year,” she finished, her voice now full of excitement instead of the earlier distain.
“You can’t be serious about pining over a Weasley!,” Argenta moaned, rolling her eyes when she saw that her friend was now in a day- dream like state.
The next month passed with no change in what was happening in the castle and Argenta and Honeysuckle were extremely bored with their lives at Hogwarts, but that changed when the notices about the arrival of the two foreign schools, Beauxbatons Academy for young Witches and Durmstrang School for Wizards, where posted and soon the castle was abuzz with talk of who, how many and how the delegates would be travelling to Hogwarts. Three days later, after their final lessons had been cut short, the entire student body had been told to congregate in the Entrance Hall. The bell in the clock tower rang the hour, which was 6pm, when a Gryffindor first year yelled that he could see a ‘flying house’ after Dumbledore has announced that the delegates of Beauxbatons would be in sight. Sure enough, there was a huge powder-blue horse drawn carriage flying in the air, which soon landed with a bump and the palominos reared to a stop. All of the students were amazed with the size of the carriage and were wondering why it had to be that big. Their questions were answered as so as the first person alighted from the carriage. She was a large, olive skinned woman which glowed in the pale light of the autumn night. She was dressed in sombre black satin and had opals draping from her throat and huge ones inset in rings on her fingers. Her students were stood behind here, shivering in the slight chilled air because their uniform consisted of the same powder-blue colour as the carriage, made from the finest silk and none of the had a single clock between them. Instead, a few of them has wrapped scarves around their heads and necks to shield against the cold. Whilst Madam Maxine and Professor Dumbledore were talking, Argenta whispered in Honeysuckle’s ear,
“Who do they think they are? It’s not that cold!” Before Honeysuckle could return an answer, the crowd was forced to part to allow the Beauxbatons delegates through and into the warmth of the school.
Eyes were now scanning for the Durmstrang vehicle when another yell directed everyone’s attention to the lake. It’s surface bubbled and the water rushed onto the shore as the displaced water was replaced by a tall, skeleton ship with glowing portholes. They all heard the tale-tale thud of a gangplank before the silhouettes of the Durmstrang delegates were seen. They all looked like they were quite muscular and bulky, but was they came closer, they were clearly wearing thick cloaks of heavy furs. As their teacher greeted the Hogwarts Headmaster, everyone could see that he was as tall and thin as Dumbledore but his hair was short and instead of a great big beard, he had a small goatee which ended in a small curl. He was wearing sleek, silver furs and he played with his curl as Dumbledore talked again to him. When Dumbledore asked Karkaroff into the castle, he called for one of his students to come forward. It was Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Quidditch player, their Seeker no less. Whispers filled the Great Hall as Beauxbatons chose to sit at the Ravenclaw table and the Durmstrang at the Slytherin table, much to the delight of many already sat there. Argenta pulled Honeysuckle over to her house table, her eyes on Krum. Honeysuckle was searching the table for Hugo and found him quite quickly. When their eyes locked, she licked her lips seductively and soon turned to listen to her Headmaster. He revealed that the Tournament would start at the end of the feast, but now they all should enjoy it! Viktor Krum turned to Honeysuckle and said that her brother had asked him to say all was well and that he would write to her soon.
“Aww, thank you Viktor. I didn’t think that you would remember me now you’re a big shot Quidditch player!,” she teased, punching him slightly on the arm. He laughed which caused a few stares from the table, mainly from Malfoy and Hugo, but also from Karkaroff on the staff table. Viktor was soon pulled into a conversation about Quidditch by Malfoy, who shot Honeysuckle a look of loathing, but she looked right back and caressed the back of Argenta’s hand whilst she pursed her lips.
“I never knew that you know Viktor Krum Honey. When did you meet him?,” Argenta quizzed her friend once she felt the stroke on her hand. She had been checking out the Durmstrang lads and Honeysuckle had not lied. There were plenty of fine, young and healthy boys all ready to learn a few chosen words of English.
Once the meal had finished, a hush fell on the Hall as the still, silently fuming Mr Filch, now dressed in his best, but mouldy jacket, carried a wooden box encrusted with precious jewels to the staff table. Dumbledore told them all what would happen before he reached into the box and withdrew a cup carved from wood and placed upon the top of the now closed box. He continued to tell them how the champions would be picked and anyone of age and who wanted to enter should write their name and school onto a slip of parchment and place it into the cup, which would be stationed in the Entrance Hall until tomorrow night’s Hallow’een feast. He also added that certain precautions would be place around the cup to prevent anyone that was under-aged to enter.
“I’m going to enter,” Argenta said as they left the Hall and walked the short distance to their spot once more, where they watched Professor moody place the cup on a podium as they talked and drank a little before heading to their own beds.

The following morning, Honeysuckle saw plenty of people milling around the Goblet with toast in their hands. Behind her the main doors opened to allow the Durmstrangs through and she watched all of the boys put a slip of paper into the goblet. Hugo spotted her and bowed once they were free for breakfast.
“Let’s get some toast and take a walk,” Honeysuckle said as he raised his head. She ran into the Hall, took an entire rack of toast off the Ravenclaw table and walked back out to join Hugo who was waiting by the main doors. They walked out of the castle and into the grounds, filling their lungs with the crisp air of autumn. They walked towards the lake, but away from the Durmstrang ship when they reached a set of stone steps that led down to a small harbour that was hidden behind a ivy curtain, making the spot quite secluded. Hugo laid down his fur cloak and they sat down on it, munching the toast for a while. Hugo disguarded his toast onto the harbour and began stroking Honeysuckle’s thigh, which made her stop eating her piece of toast and face him, displaying her underwear to him. She too disguarded her toast and started to play and stroke her own breasts with pleasure. His hand slid upwards and found her swollen and wet sex, which he began to rub gently as she laid back on the cloak, glad for it’s warmth. Hugo lay next to her, his groin bulging in his now tight pants, so Honeysuckle undid the buttons that held his pants up, reached down and rhythmically moving her hand that was wrapped round his aroused member up and down, making him moan and groan. He pushed the flimsy fabric of her underwear to one side and probed her slit with his fingers, matching her set pace.
“Oh Gods Honey, I’ve wanted this for so long. I want you so badly,” he said huskily, panting at her grasp and speed.
“You want me that badly? Wasn’t this summer enough?,” she teased, licking his ear as she whispered to him.
“As soon as I knew I would be coming here, I knew I had to have you again,” Hugo replied as he maniovered his-self so he was kneeling between her splayed legs. he removed her knickers and pushed his-self deep into her and they bucked, ground and touched each other until they both found release and collapsed onto the cloak. As it was a Saturday, they were able to lay there and get their breaths back.
“I could do this all year,” Hugo sighed. This statement made Honeysuckle sit up and place her head on her drawn up knees, letting out a small moan.
“Vhat is vrong?”
“Hugo, I can’t do this any more!,” Honeysuckle started as she pulled her underwear back on, “I thought that it would only be over the summer and that’s all. Hugo, I’m so sorry, but I’m in love. And it’s not with you,” she finished, hoping that he would take the hint. He stood up, bent down and literally yanked at the cloak Honeysuckle was still sat on. He pulled it from right under her and marched off, back in the direction of his ship. She sat there a little longer, letting out a sigh of relief before wandering aimlessly back to the castle. As she entered the castle she saw Argenta drop a slip of parchment into the goblet and step back over the line that surrounded it. Argenta saw her friend by the door, smiled and then joined her to watch others try and do what she had just done. After two minutes of watching, the Weasley twins turned up and everyone that was in the Entrance Hall watched with batted breath as they crossed the line and dropped the papers into the cup. As they rejoiced there was a flash of white, which threw the pair over the line which the added extra of fine white, matching beards on their usually youthful faces. The Entrance Hall erupted with laughter as Dumbledore made his presence known. He ordered the Twins to the Hospital Wing to be seen to, along with a few others whom had tried to fool the Goblet. The rest of the day passed with whispers of who would make the best champion of Hogwarts, but no one could have guessed what was in store that Hallow’een night at the feast, which was when they all would find out.
The Goblet of Fire was in front of Dumbledore and the Hall was still and silent as they waited for it to chose the champions, once the feast had been cleared away with much noise and chattering. The first name out of the Goblet, in a flurry of red flames was that of the Durmstrang student, Viktor Krum, making the Slytherin table erupt and hissed ‘No surprises there’, to fill the room as Viktor made his way to a door at the side of the staff table and disappear through it. Once the clapping and hurried chattering had died down, the Goblet produced another name. It was that of Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons. The rest of the students from Beauxbatons were dejected and forlorn at the fact they had not been chosen. A couple of girls were crying with their heads resting on their folded arms. Fleur practically skipped to the room Viktor had entered and the tension in the Great Hall was now electric. The Hogwarts champion would be chosen next. As a red flame from the Goblet flicked upwards, throwing a charred piece of parchment up for Dumbledore to catch, the entire of the Hogwarts student body held a collective breath.
“The Hogwarts champion is....... Cedric Diggory,” Dumbledore said. The Hufflepuff table roared its excitement at their Quidditch Captain’s fortune. Moans of displeasure and acceptance were barely heard over the joyfully table. Cedric had, during all the noise and congratulations, made his way to the room where Viktor and Fleur were also waiting. Dumbledore called out for some order in the Hall, but his speech was interrupted by the Goblet’s red flame throwing up yet another slip of burnt parchment, which he reached out for automatically. He stared at the words intently causing a long, uncomfortable silence. He cleared his throat and read out the name.
“Harry Potter.” The Hall filled with angry hisses of ‘How did he manage to get his name in?’ and ‘He’s too young!’ Karkaroff and Madam Maxine looked as if would, and possible if they had been given chance could, jinx Harry into next week as he was ushered into the room by Professor McGonagall. Argenta rushed over to the Ravenclaw table and pushed a Beauxbatons girl to one side so that she could sit next to and talk with Honeysuckle.
“How did Potter manage that? He must have found a way round Dumbledore’s Age Line,” mused Argenta as she toyed with the edge of her robe sleeve.
“Well, it doesn’t matter how or if he even put his name in the Goblet. Once the Goblet has chosen the champions and gone out, look,” Honeysuckle said as she pointed to the now ordinary looking Goblet that was still sat in front of Dumbledore’s seat, before continuing. “ It will not re-light until the next Tournament. Plus nobody can pull Harry out of the binding contract that now ties him to the tasks ahead. Putting your name into the Goblet and having it chosen binds you a contract that states you must go through all the tasks the tournament brings, no matter how much you regret the decision. Harry, along with the other champions will have to compete,” Honeysuckle finished explaining, stunning Argenta and the surrounding pupils of both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons with her vast knowledge of the wizarding world.
“Just how do you know and remember all of that?”
“Dad,” Honeysuckle replied simply as they walked out of the Great Hall and separating to go to their own dorms after arranging to meet up the following day.