Wicked Ways

Chapter 5 – “Full Moon Under The Willow”



“Mmm,” Avari said beneath the thrashing branches, snuggled against the trunk. She was in black pinstripe pants, a white taop aop and black suspenders, her black boots shining in the moonlight. “I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed strawberries that much,” she said with a smug smile.

Tuardae, next to her sitting next to her comfortably in a Kenmare Kestrel’s shirt, jeans and flip-flops, said with a grin, “Last spring, with Jason, the centaur from our Defense Against the Dark Arts class.”

“Oh, shut up.”

They giggled for a moment and stared at the bright stars and the full round moon above the castle before Tuardae asked, “So, what’s up with Blaise, and Draco’s new make-up job?”

“Blaise is a pawn.”

“I figured as much. I can only go on suspicion here, so why don’t you fill in the holes, dearest sister of mine? I mean, I didn’t make-out with Harry so I could borrow his invisibility cloak just so you could tell me something so obvious as ‘he’s a pawn’ Avari,” she said dryly, playing with her charm bracelet, an exact replica of Avari’s.

“You had to ow aow an invisibility cloak to get out ?”
?”

“No, I just wanted to see if he’s a good kisser.”

“Oh, so she admits it!”

“Getting off of the subject here.”

Avari giggled. “All right, fine.” She put her hands behind her head and leaned back, stretching out. “Draco and I had a fight.”

“Aww, did you and your little boyfriend get hissy?”

“Shut up. He called me a slut.”

Tuardae’s green eyes went wide. “And nothing’s broken, I’m simply amazed.”

“Oh, I wanted to break something, trust me. But I figured I could get back at him better this way. I mean, Blaise wasn’t a bad choice really. That deep blonde hair, pretty gray eyes – ”

“He’s one of Draco’s best friends and is on the Quidditch team with you,” Tuardae pointed out.

“Yeah, yeah, minor side details.”

“Minor my ass.”

Avari turned her head to grin at Tuardae. “Well, I never said you weren’t sharp. Anyway, I figured that if I can cause him humiliation he’ll remember that a lot longer than physical pain. Although, I did almost break his cheekbone. Stupid hetero. Speaking of heteros,” she said with a grin.

Tuardae raised an eyebrow. “Heteros?” she asked, suddenly lost.

“Well, not heteros, more like a homo. You will never guess what I found out today, but you can’t tell anyone.”

Tuardae was about to say something obvious again when the hair on the back of their necks raised. “Climb,” Tuardae said. The two didn’t really climb, they didn’t have to since the Whomping Willow was alive, they just grabbed a branch and were put at the top, sitting still at the base of the limbs that were thrashing around. A dark shadow sniffed around outside the Whomping Willow, before letting out a howl.

The two girls held their breath, looking down at the grass below them and almost at the same time pushed their hair behind pointed ears, listening with elven hearing. “It’s a werewolf,” Tuardae said under her breath.

The pointed head shot up in their direction and both girls held their breath, not moving unless the branch they were holding onto took too wild of a swing. The werewolf jumped up into the tree, sniffing and clinging to the limbs. The two girls started mumbling to the tree, coaxing it into a more violent state until the werewolf was thrown from the tree. They cringed as it lunged back in through the branches, but to their relief he went into the base of the tree. They blinked at each r anr and climbed down from the tree, grabbing the invisibility cloak and running for the castle.

The next morning Avari woke up with the rest of the girls, having stayed out late last night with her sister, the two huddling in a girl’s prefect bathroom on the floor near the Hufflepuff’s entryway, talking until the early hours of the morning, Avari telling her all of her little discoveries about the sexual activities and the rancid gossip that flew through Hogwarts. Avari’s hobby was to find information on people, and the dirtier, the better. Blackmail could be useful. She moaned and rolled out of bed, pulling on her school robes and ambling off to breakfast to make sure Tuardae had gotten back to her dorm all right. If she didn’t need to check on her sister she would have probably skipped breakfast to lay in bed for a little longer.

“Stay up last night humping Blaise?” Pansy sneered, pulling on her socks.

“Wish you could get a nice cock like his eh?”

Pansy snarled and pushed on her shoes, grabbing her bag roughly and thundering out of the room, slamming the door. Avari grinned and pulled on her boots, tying the laces with a smug smile. Knowing how to piss of Pansy was almost as nice as toying with Draco. With a little listening she’d learned Pansy was basically the Slytherin slut. A little favor here, a little moan there, and that’s how things went for Parkinson apparently. The short time since Avari’s arrival Pansy’d slept with four guys and five girls. Standing and looking at herself in the full-length mirror she smiled innocently and cocked a kneck, ck, liking the effect, and grabbed her book bag, leaving the girls’ hallway.

Walking out into the hall outside the Slytherin Common Room she saw Blaise, but no Draco. Well, she thought, if I’m gonna pull this off, I need to at least hang on him even when he’s not around so he can hear about it later from one of his cronies. Or at least from Blaise himself, she thought with a nasty little grin.

“Blaise! Oh, Blaise! Wait up snookums!” She cringed inwardly. She hated that word, but if she really wanted to piss off Draco, she’d have to turn on the feminism, and from what she’d learned about Blaise, he liked the frilly little girly-girls. Damn him.

Blaise turned around and grinned, waiting for her. She slipped her arm through his and smiled big at him, out of the corner of her eye she saw Draco leave the Common Room. With an inward grin snaked the hand around his side, making him do the same to her. She saw Draco fume, she she silently told Blaise ‘good boy’ when he reached down and grabbed her ass.

Couldn’t have planned that better myself, she thought to herself, giggling coyly.

Walking into the breakfast hall she looked over and spotted Tuardae, who saw the situation and grinned, giving her a thumbs up before trotting over to her House table. Avari grinned outwardly as she sat down next to Blaise and crooned over his breakfast, feeding him grapes and letting him feed her in return. She hates this kind of behavior most of all, the cuteness, the couple-ness, the retching-ly sick adorableness.

Looking down at Draco, who was sitting at the opposite end of the table, and chuckled softly before turning around and teasing Blaise’s lips with a strawberry. She hated it, but it was so worth it.

* * * * *

Tuardae was sitting in History of Magic, looking at her quill, which was writing down everything while she watched it. Halfway through class, after she finished staring at the ghost sitting in the arm chair, her hand had started cramping, so she’d bewitched it to write everything that came out of Professor Binns’ mouth. Looking around the room she twirled her wand between her fingers.

Hermione and Parvati were sitting next to each other in front of her. She was sitting next to Neville, who kept muttering and scratching things out to rewrite them, getting hopelessly behind. Ron and Harry were sitting at the pair of desks next to her on her right. Ron was trying to take notes, valiantly, but she could see with her keen sight, he kept missing important facts. Harry, she could see, wasn’t even paying attention. At least not to the lesson.

‘What are you doing?’ she mouthed to him.

‘Paying attention,’ he mouthed back with a grin.

She tried not to laugh. ‘Not to lesslesson.’

‘No, something more important.’

Tuardae shook her head and looked down at her notes, still twirling her wand between her fingers. After a few minutes she still felt his gaze and turned to look at him, his head was in his hand, his elbow on the desk. She rolled her eyes at him, visibly. ‘Stop that.’

“Is it distracting?” he whispered, daring noise. No one noticed, as Professor Binns had put half of the class asleep, and those who weren’t on their way to slumber, were paying too much attention to the lesson to let whispering distract them.

“Yes,” she said. “It is.”

“Too bad,” he replied, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Pompous ass,” she said quietly.

“You know you love it.”

She rolled her eyes again and looked behind her, at Neville who was asleep and drooling all over his notes. Looking back at Harry, who still hadn’t moved his eyes from her. Ron was asleep behind him and emitted a snore on the occasion. She leaon hon her hand, her chin resting in her palm and looked back at him, raising her eyebrows. He just smiled. What a dork, she thought. But he’s a cute dork.

Taking her wand she pushed the tip into her mouth and played with it with her lips, sucking on it on the occasion, not bothering to keep an eye out for anyone watching. From some of Avari’s information, some of the girls in the class wouldn’t even like to watch anyway. And all of the guys were asleep. Lucky them.

Towards the end of the class Tuardae’s eyes went to the clock and she stopped playing with her wand, sitting up straight and pulling her notes, fully written in her own neat magically-created hand. When the bell rang the class woke up and started pushing their papers together. Tuardae was the first to walk out of class, leaving Harry to deal with his own little problem as Ron woke up, mid-snore.

“Hey mate, what the hell have you been doing?” Ron said, his eyes wide as Harry pulled his book bag to the front, pretending to root through it as they walked to their DADA class.

“Nothing, just paying attention,” he said, blushing.

“Maybe you should pay attention to the lesson next time,” came Hermioe’s voice from behind them. While both boys had grown to over six foot, Hermione had remained at five foot four inches. She looked up at Harry and said, crispy, “Last time I checked, Tuardae’s lips were not the lesson. You two need to find a room.”

“Or a storage closet,” said Avari, walking by them with a grin and into the History of Magic classroom with the other Slytherins.

Harry blushed even darker and mumbled something, walking off to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Tuardae was already there, sitting in the front row next to Hermione’s seat. Looking at the brown haired girl, Tuardae asked, “Who teaches this class?”

“Professor Lupin, but he’s sick today. He’ll be back tomorrow,” Hermione said, sitting down next to her and pulling out her books.

Tuardae looked at her, surprised. “How do you know he’s sick? The replacment teacher hasn’t even shown up.”

She didn’t even bother to lower her voice when she said, “Oh, he’s always sick on full moons. He’s really nice, you’ll love him when you finally meet – ” she stopped, seeing the wide eyes on Tuardae’s face.

“I’ve already met him, thanks,” she said with a squeak. “Charming fellow, really. Kind of … hungry.”

Hermione gave Tuardae a startled look as Harry and Ron sat down behind them. Ron leaned forward and whispered, “Snape’s coming in today.”

“How do you know that?” Hermione asked with a moan.

“He’s got no class this hour today,” Harry said with a sigh.

Snape came in, and growled, slamming open the book. “I see you are behind as usual,” he snarled and commenced with the lesson.

* * * * *


Avari sat in History of Magic, not even bothering to bewitch her quill to take notes for her. Instead she was still annoying Draco. Why pay attention to things she already knew, when she could be staring lovingly at Blaise Zambini while chewing on the tip of her wand? She wasn’t really paying attention anymore, because Blaise would glance at her and smile, trying to pay attention to the lesson.

Part of her was paying attention to Draco, who’s handwriting was getting worse by the minute. Earlier in the morning Draco had turned bright red beneath his pretty bruise, and had snapped at anyone who’d talked to him. Taking a moment to go back into reality she grinned and wrinkled her nose with a giggle as Blaise glanced at her again, and she blew him a kiss. Ugh.

Avari grinned as Blaise blew one back and she heard on the other side of the class, a quill break neatly in two.

After this, her job for the day was done and she stared off into space. For a brief moment she congratulated her sister in her antics in this very classroom, happy that things were moving a little faster with Harry. Then her mind slid to her Defense Against the Dark Arts class and she turned her thoughts a little darker. Professor Lupin hadn’t been in, and some chubby lady named Professor Sprout had taught, unsure the entire lesson, on how to proceed with the lesson plans.

Professor Lupin taught the class she’d been waiting for. Although she hadn’t been waiting for the class, her Defense skills were already powerful. She’d been waiting for the chance to corner Lupin and demand to know where Sirius Black was. She searched high and low, listened to every stupid, insipid piece of gossip she could lay ears on, and had read every paper that came into the school, even The Quibbler. No word of him had been written.

While part of her problem was solved, she had a place to stay,ch wch was her immediate worry, the secondary worry, and the one that was allowed to take time and planning, was starting to irritate her. She needed to find Sirius. Hopefully Lupin would be well enough out of his transformation to teach class on Friday, when she could corner him properly.

She snapped back to attention when Blaise touched her chin with a finger. “Avari?” he asked.

She jumped a little. She’d stopped staring adoringly at Blaise and had just stared off into space, and now class was over. She blushed, trying to look flustered, “Oh, I’m so sorry sweetie, I was just thinking is all.” Sweetie. Gross.

He grinned and leaned down, timidly kissing her on the lips. Seeing Draco out of the corner of her eye, and hearing him growl, she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the Keeper’s lips for a moment longer before pushing him away coyly. “Blaise,” she said, letting her voice carry loud enough for Malfoy to hear, “Wait until we’re alone.”

Draco stormed out of the classroom, Crabbe and Goyle following with the same stupid, clueless look on both of their faces.

“Excellent,” she said underneath her breath.

“What’d you say?” Blaise asked as they walked to the hall for lunch.

“I said you’re so sweet,” she said, pasting a cheerful look on her face.

They walked into the Hall, and Avari glanced over at Tuardae, who was leaning back against Harry, the Gryffindor table making loud jokes, and laughing even louder about them. She and Blaise trotted down the table, and the Keeper sat right next to Draco and started asking him about Quidditch practices. Avari made sure to be loud when she asked Blaise questions about what he wanted to eat, and if he wanted more drink. By the end of lunch Draco had bent an entire set of silverware.

Blaise walked off to his next class, Avari having no classes for the rest of the day decided to change and go find Tuardae who also was free for the afternoon. As she walked into the Common Room she headed for the bathroom and picked up a toothbrush, furiously cleaning her teeth, hating the bad taste in her mouth that all those cutsie little words had left in her mouth.

After that she changed into a tank top and a pair of jeans, deciding she and her sister hadn’t flown together on the same pitch since they ran from America. Picking up her broomstick she walked out into the Common Room to find a few first and second years, and Draco waiting with Crabbe and Goyle at his sides.

She walked over and said, “Can I have a word with you?’ she asked Draco. “Privately?”

“Anything you say to me you can say to them,” he spat.

She looked over at the opposite end of the Common Room and said “Oh, look a cup!” S!” She grinned as Crabbe and Goyle’s reaction was almost instantaneous. She grinned wickedly at Draco. “Oh, don’t get all huffy,” she said, watching them. “They really are dumb, you know that?”

“What do you want?”

“I just wanted to tell you,” she said, turning back to look at him. He had that sly look on his face, and she snarled, changing what she was going to say, “That Blaise and I might be late for practice tomorrow. We’ve got some things planned,” she said, putting emphasis on the last word.

He growled as she walked out of the room and into the hallways leading up away from the dungeons. She spotted Tuardae, dressed in khakis and a white button up shirt, her broomstick slung over one shoulder. They both laughed and locked arms, walking out to the Quidditch Pitch together.

“So, have you and Harry done anything besides just snuggle?” Avari asked, pronouncing the last word as if it were poison to her freshly cleaned mouth.

“Just snuggle,” Tuardae said. “Snog, and snuggle.”

“Ugh, would you hurry up already?”