Ravenrin & Slytherclaw

RAVENRIN & SLYTHERCLAW-Chapter 4

They meet during their free period and watched the Durmstrang lads with much pleasure. Some of them made their way over to the two girls and boldly asked them out. This was the norm over the next few weeks and soon the pair had been with half of the Durmstrangs and were both very much enjoying all the attention! This annoyed the Hogwarts lads to no end. A small handful of the, all of whom happened to be in the girl’s Potions class were very wound up by the fact they had not been given a chance. Argenta knew this all too well and played on it in the next lesson. She had decided to wear her shortest skirt and her best black lacy bra which showed nicely through her crisp, white shirt, which was unbuttoned as far as she dared.
As she leaned over her cauldron, she gave the whole class a view of her cleavage and was soon making the most of it. She grew hot whilst slaving over her bubbling cauldron, wiping sweat from her chest seductively, making the male half of the class forget what they were doing with their own potions, causing multiple explosions, coving all in reach including Argenta and Honeysuckle. Luckily the potion that they all had been working on was not harmful to skin, so there were no injures. Argenta turned to Honeysuckle and proceeded to wipe the dripping potion off of her in the most sexual way possible.
“Miss Emmanuelle, take your hands off Miss Blonde this instant!”
“Sir, if I don’t wipe it off, then who will?,” simpered Argenta, leaning forward once more, giving Snape a full view of her breasts. He stood there staring as she sucked a finger, dripping with the potion (likely it was edible), as if she had been burnt erotically.
“Class dismissed,” he roared, stomping back to the board and erasing that lessons potion before replacing it with the next classes. The girls practically ran out of the dungeon room and headed over to Hagrid’s hut and beyond when they heard an almighty roar and loud shouts. It drew them and they soon found themselves next to the towering figure of Hagrid, who was looking longingly into the distance.
“Hey Hagrid! What are you....WOW!,” said Honeysuckle, stunned by the sight of four huge and angry looking dragons, wings spread wide and all teeth baring threateningly.
“Oh. My. Gods! I so want a dragon as a pet,” moaned Argenta, looking at the clutches of eggs as longingly as Hagrid. Argenta was pulled out of her trance as she felt a constant patting on her arm.
“It’s him Arge! It’s my mysterious Quidditch man!,” squealed Honeysuckle.
“The red head?,” inquired Argenta, watching him struggle with one of the dragons with his fellow handlers.
“Yeah,” Honeysuckle replied dreamily.
“That’s Charlie Weasley, that is. Charlie!!,” boomed Hagrid, waving a branch like arm in the air to get the attention of the red head. He came trotting over, carefully dodging a flame shot out by one of the dragons nearest to the fence the three onlookers were leaning on.
“Hey Hagrid. Don’t I know you?,” Charlie said to Honeysuckle, who blushed at his possibly knowing her.
“You might. My dad works with Ludo Bagman in the Ministry, and our mother’s are distant relations! Oh and I was at the Quidditch World Cup in the Top Box too!,” she rushed, flushing more under his stares.
“Oh by Merlin! Honeysuckle Blonde! God you’ve grown!!”
“Same for you! You’ve added some bulk and muscles since I last saw you!,” she bantered back.
“Well, working with these monsters, you need them! Oh Mum said thanks for the card. She said to tell the Twins, but now you’re here, well. She was surprised that you remembered!”
“I’m the only one in the family that does!”
“Honey, we’ll miss the bell if we hand on here any longer. You know I’ve got to climb up to the Divination Tower!”
“Oh sorry. Argenta, this is Charlie. Charlie, this is my very good friend Argenta Emmanuelle.” Argenta waved a hand before grabbing her friend’s arm and began pulling her away.
“I’ll see you soon I guess!,” honeysuckle shouted as she was being dragged back towards the castle.
“Honey my dear, you can do much better than that carrot top!,” exclaimed Argenta as they rounded the Pumpkin Patch, closely followed by Hagrid, who was taking Honeysuckle’s next class.
“I’ll see you at dinner,” Argenta called as she walked alone up to the castle and towards what she affectionately called her ‘sleeping’ lesson. Each lesson went by fairly quickly and Honeysuckle was sat at the Slytherin table, chatting with Viktor Krum about his education when Argenta walked in. She flumped down next to Honeysuckle and proceeded to bang her head on the top of the table.
“Vhat is vrong vith your friend?,” Viktor asked, looking worriedly at Argenta.
“Don’t know, but she’s just had Divination, so I think this is a normal reaction,” Honeysuckle explained. Viktor shrugged and continued to eat his food.
“Divination that bad?”
“You have no idea! That woman is a loony old bat who wouldn’t’t know a real prediction if it hit her on the head!,” Argenta said as she raised her head and started to pile her plate with mashed potato drowned in onion gravy, a cornucopia of vegetables and the steamed fish in butter sauce. Honeysuckle poured her friend a cup of pumpkin juice, which was drunk almost immediately. After they had finished eating, they headed to their little spot and along the way saw Snape breaking a branch off a birch tree and shred it of its smaller limbs and leaves. He then swished it through the air, making Argenta gasp at the sound and sight. Honeysuckle had not stopped to watch, but instead headed to the snug that was their spot and watched the interaction from there. Argenta stood and watched the billowy master’s cape of the Potion’s Master whirl round his legs as he strode back and forth, with every step swishing the now bare branch of birch in the air like a rapier.
“I hope that branch will come in useful Sir!,” she yelled, not being able to hold back the cheeky remark. Snape stormed over, fury on his face and stopped just in front of Argenta, a move he regretted as when he looked down, he could clearly see the full orbs of the tops of her breasts from his height.
“I’m not clear on whatever it is you are insinuating Miss Emmanuelle,” he drolled.
“Oh Sir, I’m very sure you do know just what I mean,” she replied as she shuffled a little closer to the professor. “ I did tell you that I have a penchant for being spanked!,” Argenta finished in all honesty. Argenta was glad that Honeysuckle was far enough away to not hear the exchange, as she knew she would have been shocked by it.
“Miss Emmanuelle, please do not press me into giving a detention. Remember my promise?,” Snape warned.
“Oh too well Sir!,” she replied as she let her hand that was resting at her neck to slowly flutter over her bare chest and lower still, hovering over her breasts which she caressed before skimming her hand over her abdomen and lower.
“Stop this degrading display this instant!”
“Why Professor? Do you wish me to continue in private perhaps? Just you and me?”
“Very well Miss Emmanuelle. DETENTION! Tomorrow, my office at 7pm!,” Snape shouted before storming off, the birch branch still in his hand. Argenta skipped over to her waiting friend and sighed happily.
“Detention once again I see!”
“Oh yes!!,” Argenta exclaimed, grinning even wider causing a group of second year Hufflepuffs to run past as if she was mad and/or possessed. They soon headed indoors and to their dorms as it had began to throw it down with persistent, driving sheets of freezing rain.

The next day’s lessons flew by, something Argenta was glad of because it meant she was even closer to her detention. Honeysuckle was brooding over her red-haired dragon handler, so much so that when Argenta headed off to her detention she joined the twins at the Gryffindor table and began to quiz them about their second eldest brother. Just looking at their cheeky faces made her think of him as they were very much alike in statue and slightly in looks too.
“Just what do you want to know?,” Fred asked, an eyebrow raised in question. This was a first for the pair of them. Normally they were the stars in the girl’s eyes.
“I bet it if he is single!,” said George, nudging his brother’s arm.
“Well, is he?,” hissed Honeysuckle, gripping the edge of the table.
“Shall we tell her George?”
“Hmmm, I think we should let her wait Fred,” George said as he got up from his seat and walked away from the table, closely followed by his twin, leaving Honeysuckle at the Gryffindor table to sulk.
“Charlie is single Honeysuckle,” Ron hissed over the table, leaning towards her as if to hide the fact he was telling her the information she craved.
“Thanks Ron! I could kiss you, but don’t worry I won’t!,” she said as Ron’s face filled with a horror of being kissed by someone he looked up to as not only a role model- well student wise and not the other- and as a possible future sister (if his mum found out and had her way). She skipped out of the Great Hall and to her dorm to dream of the dragon handler that was resided in the grounds until the end of the first task.

Argenta knocked on the door and waited to for the shout to enter. She walked in to find Snape waiting, ready to greet her.
“You may leave your bag by the door. Come here Miss Emmanuelle.” She did as she was told and after dropping her bag at her feet, saunter over to the professor. As she reached the desk, she noticed the birth branch resting against a stack of assignments. The sight made her smile and lick her lips. Snape’s eyes watched her tongue flick over the rosebud lips and followed to where she was looking. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly at the thought of using it on her. On the desk was also more sheets of parchment and a quill beside it, next to a small stack of papers.
“More lines Professor?”
“Yes. Now sit!,” he ordered, holding out the chair for her. Argenta slowly lowered herself into the seat, once again allowing the towering figure of Snape to peer down her ample front. Her lines were the same as before, but this time whenever she stopped writing, she would feel the sting of the stripped branch on her thigh, which she enjoyed! Snape could see the fact that she was enjoying the sensation sent a ripple of excitement and lust run through his body, particularly in his groin.
‘I must think with my brains and not with down there!,’ he thought as he hit her again.
“Sir, please! Spank me probably,” pleaded Argenta as she pushed her chair back and out of the way. She posed for him, her back arched downwards, making her rear stick up and prime for him to give her what she had asked for. He lifted the edge of her skirt out of the way and took aim.
‘SMACK!’ The sound of his bare hand on her behind bounced around the room, mixed with her moans of delight. He continued to smack her, causing a very red mark to rise from her pale and soft skin. He moved his-self closer to her, so she could feel his need. She shifted herself so that she was pressed against his growing bulge and started to move against it, making them both moan with pleasure. Her hand moved from its braced position and cupped his groin and stared to rub it, making him squirm in her hand. His head fell back as her hand slipped into his trousers, after she had undone them, and gripped him forcefully, stroking and pulling his member making him harder than before when he was hitting her with the branch and his hand. He reached forward to caress her breasts and unbuttoned her blouse, fumbling as he did so. She stood up and turned to face him, her hand still wrapped round him, still moving and silently wishing he had just taken her as soon as she had stepped into the room. Once he had removed her blouse and bra, he filled his hands with her wonderfully young, soft and supple orbs, teasing the nipples to a point until they hurt her. She pulled him closer by using the hand on his sex and propped herself on the edge of the desk, separating her legs to allow him closer. He pulled her hand out of his trousers and soon disguarded them before pushing her back onto the desk causing the neat stacks of parchment to scatter onto the floor. He lowered his head to her breasts and suckled on them before kissing his way to her mouth via her neck and earlobe where he whispered,
“You are a very naughtier girl Argenta. But I will not do anything unless you want to.”
“You’re not my first and most defiantly won’t be the last,” she gasped back.
“Oh I am very sure that is true!”
“Please Sir! You need this as much as I do!,” Argenta said as she arched up to meet his aroused length, brushing her slit against it causing them to shudder. He couldn’t wait any longer and grabbed her firm hips, positioned his-self and pushed in slowly and deep into her. She lay on the desk, her arms and hands spread to either side of her, gripping the edges of the desk. He leaned back and grabbed the unwanted chair, pulling it closer so that she could rest her feet on it and push herself upwards, taking him deeper into her, making him groan out loud, a sound she was beginning to enjoy hearing. He once again took one of her sweet nipples in to his mouth and relished her increasingly louder moans too.
“Sir…please…faster,” she pleaded again, this time with heightened emotion.
“Call me Severus Argenta,” he said as he obeyed her wish, knowing that they would both enjoy the obvious outcome. Her screams of ecstasy made his name sound different and it made him fuck her even harder and faster, causing him to grind his teeth as he edged her closer to release, but held his-self back and allowed her to tip over the blissful brink. He quickly pulled out of her to finish his-self but before he could, Argenta pushed him into the chair that was behind him, parted his legs and clamped her kiss bruised mouth around his nearly spent sex. He moaned loudly as she licked, sucked and teased him into submission and give her his load which she swallowed with such a greed, it surprised him. She sat back on her heels and looked at him, licking her lips. He grabbed her head and roughly kissed the mouth that had just given him fulfillment of such a kind he had not felt in a long time. He leaned past her and retrieved her bra and blouse so she could dress as he cleaned his-self up before walking her to the door and her waiting bag.
“Argenta, I can’t explain what has just happened and what it was all about, but it mustn’t happen again. Is that clear?,” he told her as much as his-self too.
“Yes Sir,” she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she bent to pick up her bag. He couldn’t resist one more smack and they both knew then that this was far from over between then.
The next morning Argenta walked stiffly into the Great Hall and sat gingerly on the seat before piling toast and scrambled eggs onto her plate and swig down a glass of orange juice. She was sat across from Honeysuckle at the Slytherin table. She had followed her friend into the Hall, her eyes full of concern for her friend as she wouldn’t tell all that had gone on in her most recent detention. Severus observed this from his usual seat at the staff table and found that his lust for the willful minx take over again. As he walked to his classroom, he thought of what had occurred the previous night, only to find there was another person in his thoughts, kissing and licking Argenta passionately. It was her good friend Honeysuckle. These thoughts made him wonder if the two troublesome firebrands would consent to a threesome with him! The thoughts of this kept him sane for the rest of the day, especially when enduring the 4th year’s lesson, with much private enjoyment and relish.