Wicked Ways

Chapter 6 – “Arrival of Pure Beauty”



The two girls spent the hours until dinner flying over the Quidditch pitch, laughing and tossing a Remembrall they found in the hallway back and forth. They flew down to the ground, landing on the grass with a happy sigh. They walked up to the stands and sat to watch the sun go down. “When was the last time we flew on a pitch together?” Avari asked, sighing with nostalgia.

“Playing Quadpot or Quidditch?” Tuardae murmured.

“Either,” Avari said, suddenly longing for the exploding balls from Quadpot they’d left behind in America. Both girls had been on teams, both had been Captains. On the Quidditch teams they were happy to take First Chaser and Seeker as their titles.

Tuardae mused for a moment before saying, “About three months,” she said with a sigh.

“That’s too long.”

“The next time we play officially on the pitch together we’ll be against each other.”

“That won’t be until right before Christmas! The first game is Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff anyway,” Avari said, plucking the grass.

“Yeah, and that’ll be too easy.”

They sat there, looking as the sun went down, and finally went inside, splitting in the entrance hall to go to their dorms to put away their brooms before dinner. Tuardae went up to Gryffindor Tower and said the password “Truffle-fig” and went inside. The noise inside was loud as usual and people called out greetings to the curly-haired girl as they saw her walk by. She smiled brightly at everyone and wiggled her fingers. She stopped to say hello to Lavender, Parvati and Hermione, and was invited to play a game of Exploding Snap after dinner was over. With a grin she accepted and trotted off to the stairs while she heard everyone file out for dinner.

Vaulting up the stairs she threw her Firebolt onto her bed and ran back down, almost running full-tilt into Harry, who was waiting by the doorway of the girl’s stairs. She blushed and pushed her hair behind her ears as he grinned at her. Glancing behind them she came to the conclusion they must be the only two left in the Common Room. She smiled delicately at Harry and purred, “Is there anything I can do for the Boy Who Lived?”

His grin seemed to double as he pressed his body against hers, pushing her against the doorframe, hinds nds sliding up and down her hips. “Oh, there’s so much you can do for me,” he said his deep voice which was husky and rumbled through his chest.

She smiled and fisted his hair in her fingers, pulling him down roughly to kiss his lips passionately. Drawing her sharp fingernails down the back of his neck he moaned into the kiss and leaned against her, pulling her lips to his own. When her teeth sunk down into his lower lip he grabbed her ass and hoisted her up, her slender legs wrapping around his waist. Leaning back she was breathing hard and said, “While you are an amazing kisser Harry – ”

“Really? I hadn’t thought so,” he interrupted and plunged into her lips again. They played with each other’s tongues for a moment longer before she pulled away again. Opening her mouth to say something they heard someone coming down the boy’s staircase. Harry let go of Tuardae immediately and they flew apart.

Neville came through the doorframe, looking worried. “Oh, so I’m not the only one who’s going to be late for dinner,” he said, looking slightly relieved. “But why are you two still here?”

“Oh, I was out flying and I just now remembered what time dinner was,” Tuardae said, interrupting Harry before he could say anything. “Harry decided to play the gentleman and wait for me.” Neville looked at Harry’s face, which was red underneath his glasses, then to Tuardae’s who looked normal, only her hair a little mussed. “Oh! I forgot!” she said, trying to draw his attention away from their state of being. “Is this yours?” she produced the Remembrall she and Avari had been throwing all over the field.

Neville’s eyes lit up. “Hey! I’ve been looking all over for that!”

She tossed it to him with a smile and they all started heading for the portrait hole. Amazingly the ball didn’t turn red, and even Neville looked at it slightly shocked. They ran down to dinner, and snuck in with a few Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff that were late as well. Before they went across the hall to sit at Gryffindor table Harry whispered in Tuardae’s ear, “I hope we can continue. There’s a room I know about. Tonight?”

She flashed him a grin and nodded and they went to the table, Ron grinning impishly at Harry who just grinned right back. Hermione shot them dirty looks and Tuardae stuck her tongue out at the girl, who just shook her head and went back to talking with Seamus. Halfway through dinner Tuardae turned, looking over her shoulder at Avari, who was clinging for life to Blaize. Avari caught her gaze and winked at her. Tuardae grinned and was about to wink back when the hall doors opened and two people walked in.

The man was tall with long blonde hair that fell to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes dressed in dark green robes of the finest make, he wore no wizard’s hat. The woman standing next to him had wavy brown hair that went down to her lower back and spring-green-leaf eyes, wearing black as night robes, and a small black hat with no decoration on it. They were looking anxiously through the hall, from table to table, only glancing up at the head table, where Albus Dumbledore was standing to walk over to them.

Seeing the shocked look on Tuardae’s face Avari turned around, the same time half the hall did, to look at the new people.hin hin an instant she jumped up, knocking Blaise over, and pushing Draco’s face into his dinner. Tuardae just sat there for a moment before jolting off of the bench. In her scramble to get up she knocked the bench over, sending Seamus, Harry, Ron and Lavender flying backwards with startled yelps.

Avari reached the pair first and bowed slightly from the waist, her hands at her sides, the two bowing back before jumping into their arms. Tuardae was shaking by the time she reached the pair, and bowed as well. They were probably the most beautiful people to have ever stepped into Hogwarts, their beauty so intense they literally glowed with it. When they were done bowing to Tuardae she flew into her parent’s arms, she and Avari clinging desperately to their mother and father.

“Might we continue this outside?” Dumbledore said softly.

The four, who were near tears, nodded and walked outside the hall doors, the whole hall silent as a prison cell in Azkaban until the doors closed. Then the noise rose to a such a roar that McGonagall had to use an Enhancement Charm to make her voice louder to quiet the students. They quieted, but they didn’t stop talking.

“Who was that?” Blaize asked, staring at the door with wide eyes.

“You stupid ingrate,” Draco said, throwing down the dirty napkin he’d used to wipe off his fa“Tho“Those are their parents.”

“Their parents?” asked a Hufflepuff, who squeaked when Draco glared at her.

News got to Gryffindor table and Harry looked at Ron. “Damn, I never thought I’d have to meet her parents so quickly.”

“And you thought you were off the hook with her mum and dad being in America,” laughed Dean from down the table.

Ron grinned as Hermione said quietly, “Those were the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

The table nodded in sullen agreement. “And Avari and Tuardae are growing to look that nice too,” said Lavender. “I wonder what bloodline they’ve got in them! I never knew that American wizards and witches were so good looking!”

Hermione bit her tongue, knowing full and well both girls were elves. The Runes had told her as much when she and Avari were in class. But she couldn’t tell anyone. If anyone found out that secret from her lips then she knew Avari wouldn’t hesitate to tell the entirely of Hogwarts her own little secret.

“Well, their last name is T’lageos,” mused Seamus. “Which is an odd name or Americans really. And their first names are kind of . . . odd sounding too. I wonder if they aren’t full-blooded witches!”

Hermione cringed, wondering how she was going to steer the conversation away from this specific line of topic.

Harry slammed his hand down on the table. “Nothing about Tuardae is odd. Not one thing. Avari either,” he said grumpily. The table, like the rest of the hall, quieted down shortly after, although Avari and Tuardae didn’t return for the rest of dinner.



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Avari sat on the floor in Dumbledore’s office, holding her adopted mother’s hand while her head rested in the brown-haired woman’s lap. Looking up and seeing her parents there had made her heart jump, and she’d almost started crying. From the looks of it, Tuardae had already done so, which explained the small tear-marks on T’la’s, her father, robes. Avari’s hand was squeezed and she looked at her mother and smiled at Cieyua, the woman’s green eyes brightening with tears of joy.

“We were so worried about you girls,” T’la said, hugging Tuardae who sat across his lap as if she were five, her head tucked underneath his chin lovingly. “Even with the letter from Dumbledore –”

“Which we were so thankful for,” Cieyua said, interrupting. “Thank you so much Albus.” Dumbledore smiled from behind his desk and nodded.

“ – we were still worried about you two,” said the blonde man.

“Oh, if anything had happened to either of you,” Cieyua said, her voice choking as she held a beautifully slender hand to her mouth, “oh, I don’t know what T’la and I would have done.”

Avari leaned up and hugged her mother tightly, not fully letting go once the woman had calmed down. Elves were different from normal witches and wizards, as it was hard for children to be born, especially full-blooded. Any child of Elven-kind was a cherished thing, and having more than one in a single household, adopted or not, was the rarest kind of Elven family. They also felt emotions, especially ones of love and grief, very strongly. If Tuardae and Avari had died, it was highly likely both Elven parents would have literally died from heartbreak.

“I assure you the girls are quite safe here,” Albus said, smiling softly.

“Oh, Albus,” T’la said, petting Tuardae’s head with one hand, his other hand with his own slender fingers woven through his daughter’s, “We knew once they were in Hogwarts that not even Voldemort could touch them. We trust you with them more than anyone else.”

Dumbledore smiled. “I thank you for your praise, but it would be easier to keep an eye on the girls if they didn’t sneak off in the middle of the nightthouthough,” he added as an after thought, “sitting in the Whomping Willow is a place I know that only few get a hold of them, and Voldemort would dare no such thing.”

“Gus tieni!” said Cieyua, shocked. “How dare you pull such tricks here?”

Avari looked impish and T’la pulled Tuardae’s blushing head out from underneath his chin to look at her. “Tuardae, is this true?”

She looked down, ashamed, and made the gesture of apology, her index and middle finger touching her forehead, then her chest and then her palm, flat out in front of her chest. “Yes, father. We needed to talk, and it is so very hard to see Avari since we are not in the same House.”

“Well,” Cieyua said curtly, looking at Avari with deceptively impish eyes. “I think you two being separated is a good thing. How many times did you get in trouble in Fernlind, hmm?” she asked, playing with Avari’s long hair with a smile. “You broke so many hearts, and blew up so many things. I suppose a little distance is good for you. Although, from now on, if you need to see each other, do it during legal times.”

“Yes, Mother,” said Avari, making the gesture of apology as well.

“Q’sunoti?” Cieyua asked both of them, looking stern.

“Q’sunoti,” they responded at the same time with lackluster voices, but with grins on their faces.

“Now, we will look in on your studies tomorrow and make sure they are fitting,” T’la said as Tuardae climbed off of his lap. “You two go to bed, and go straight to bed, like you just promised your mother.”

“Yes father,” Tuardae said, leaning down so T’la could kiss her on the forehead. After doing the same thing to him she moved to Cieyua while Avari moved to wish their father good night. “We shall see you tomorrow,” Tuardae said after straightening from kissing her mother goodnight. She and Avari went down the staircase, listening to the adults talk.

“You arrived a day before I thought you would,” they heard Dumbledore say.

“Ah, well, the centaurs had to cancel their late meeting because the clan leader’s wife was having a birthing,” T’la said.

The gargoyle closed behind the two girls and they stood there for a moment before sighing.

“So,” Avari said, her composed look melting away to impish, “why were you and Harry late for dinner?”

“Snogging.”

“That’s it?” Avari asked. “Man, you really need some action other than just freakin’ makin’ out Tuardae.”

“Says you,” the green-eyed girl laughed.

“Yeah well, Harry needs the action bad. He had a boner after History of Magic,” Avari said, throwing Tuardae a grin.

The other girl just fluttered her eyelashes and said, “I haven’t the fainted idea of which you are referring to, sister dear,” before breaking down into sets of giggles that were contagious. In front of the hall the students were leaving, so they broke apart and went to their separate Common rooms.

Tuardae went up to the Gryffindor Tower, where they were celebrating the fact that the Quidditch match list had been posted that morning. The elven girl had quickly learned that if Gryffindors had an excuse to party, they would, and hard. She went over and found Harry and Ron playing Exploding Snap with Hermione and Lavender, Parvati watching on as the game went by. When she walked over they looked up and smiled, shooting questions at her.

“So were those your parents?”

“They were beautiful!”

“How tall is your dad?”

“What’s your mom’s name?”

“Are you rich?”

“What part of America are you really from, anyway?”

“You look just like your mother!”

“Is Avari really from your family?”

“Did they just fly in from the States?”

“Oy! Will all of you just bugger off?” shouted Harry. The crowd dispersed. Tuardae’s cheeks enflamed. Sitting down next to Harry he pulled her into a hug, taking in a deep breath and holding her tightly. The others playing Exploding Snap looked anxiously at Tuardae. She answered their questions softly while they continued to play. After a while everyone drifted off to sleep, grumbling about classes they’d have to wake up for the next morning.

Harry and Tuardae, and a small group of first years, desperately trying to finish a scroll for Potions class, were the last ones left in the Common Room. He leaned back against the arm of the couch and pulled her into his arms, holding her firmly and kissing the of of her head. “So, are you happy?” he asked.

She sighed contentedly. “Yes, yes I am Harry.”

“With Hogwarts?”

“Of course.”

“And Gryffindor?”

“I love it.” She knew where this was going.

“With me?” he asked quietly.

She looked up into his bright green eyes, which reflected her own deep green ones. She pulled off his glasses and placed them gently on the table next to the couch. She traced the lines of his face with her eyes before nuzzling her nose next to his, kissing him lightly and wrapping her arms around his chest. “Yes.” She smiled quite suddenly, “Do you still want to . . . ?”

Harry grinned and shook his head, pushing his glasses back on. “You’ve had far too much excitement today young lady,” he said in his best authority-sounding voice, making Tuardae chuckle. “You need to go to bed and be fresh for Charms tomorrow morning.” They stood up and he walked her over to the staircase leading to the girls’ dorms. He took her head in his hands and kissed her gently. “Is Avari happy your parents are here?” he asked.

Tuardae grinned, happy he was worried about her sister’s happiness. “For all I know she’s falling asleep smiling in her bed down in the dungeons.”



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Avari was glaring at Draco in a hallway down in the dungeons. Her fists were on her hips, and her temper had just jumped from upset to furious. “You conceited little asshole,” she hissed at him.

“Self-righteous bitch!” he barked back at her.

They were standing outside of the Prefect’s bathroom door, and had been insulting each other for almost a half an hour, Avari couldn’t even remember what they had been arguing about originally. Both of them were shaking, Draco’s light gray eyes glowering and Avari’s deep violet ones livid with anger. Suddenly they were on each other, groping, kissing and moaning.

He slammed her back against the bathroom door, digging his fingers into her upper arms as her leg rode up between his legs and pressed lightly against the large bulge in his pants. She moaned and moved to unzip his pants, pressing her pelvis to his. “Wait,” he said, slightly shocked.

She looked at, bo, both were breathing heavy. “What?” she snapped, impatient.

“We can’t do this here,” he hissed, tightening his grip on her arms as her fingers still played with the catch on his pants.

Avari giggled. “Of course we can,” she said.

Draco shook his head, then with a grin, said, “Muggle trash.”

Avari’s eyes widened and she yelled, “What did you just call me you – eep!”

She fell backwards as the Prefect door opened and they fell back in on the tile floor. Draco made sure the door was locked so no one could enter, not like anyone would this late after curfew, but he wanted to make sure, and then grinned as Avari undid the buttons on her own pants and slid them off while he pulled his off,off, shedding his shirt as well. Soon they were both naked, clothes strewn around the floor.

Draco bit down Avari’s chest, sucking on her nipples while running a finger up and down her slit, listening to her purr happily. By the time she was moaning softly from the ministration on her breasts his finger was soaking wet and he moved up, shaking the hair out of his eyes. She spread her legs, grinning devilishly at him, but he grinned back and shook his head.

With a surprised look on her face he flipped her over so she was on her belly and lifted her ass off the ground, gripping it tightly in his hands while he entered her from behind. He closed his eyes at the feel of her inside, so hot and smooth, her flesh firm around his cock. She rocked her ass against him and groaned, her fingers clawing at the smooth tile floor, her breasts pressed hard against the ground. She pressed her forehead against the tile as he picked up the pace, loving the way he thrust so violently inside her, the way his hands were bruising her ass and hips.

“You like this?” he breathed.

“Yes,” she moaned, drawing out the word.

He groaned and pounded faster, moving to grip her sides, not noticing the hand-shaped bruises he left on her ass cheeks. She rocked back against him, biting her lower lip as she met him, stroke for pounding stroke, not believing how long and thick his dick was, and how it felt so big inside of her, pulsating lightning throughout her body with each thrust. With a growl she stretched out her arms and lifted, opening her legs a little wider and pressing her ass firmly against him while her breasts swung with their motion.

He rolled his head back and opened his eyes before hissing and closing them again as he burst inside of her, listening to her moans as his fingers contacted with her clit and stroked it a few times as he continued to pump her, his seed emptying into her. Avari’s hips started bucking and her whole body locked up as she trembled silently, lightning coursing through her body, Malfoy’s finger pressed firmly against her clit as her muscles spasmed over his member, gone soft inside of her.

They lay on the floor of the Prefect’s bathroom, gasping for breath while white come dripped out of Avari’s pussy and onto the floor, Draco still inside of her.

“Holy shit, T’lageos,” he said.

“Mmm,” she responded, relishing his cock a little longer before moving into the bath tub, turning on the fountain the let loose perfumed water. “I had no idea that underneath such a big ego lay an even bigger one,” she said, running soap over her skin. “Hand me my wand.”

He looked in her pants and found it, bringing it over, climbing into the large tub along with her, starting to rinse off his own skin. She took the tip of the wand and inserted the end a little into her pussy and said a word Draco had never heard. “What was that?” he asked.

“A little spell I was taught back home,” she said. “Makes sure you don’t get pregnant.”

He nodded and got out to towel off while she played in the water a little longer. When she got out and was dry, pulling on her clothes he leaned against the wall, watching her with a frown. When she was done she looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “I still think you’re a self-righteous bitch,” he said seriously.

She shrugged and opened the door, checking down the hallway before poking her head back in and saying, “And I still think you’re a conceited little asshole.”

He sneered at her as she snarled at him, and they snuck back into the Slytherin Common Room and into their own beds. Avari, changing into her pajamas, wondered how many times she’d have to sneak out to tell Tuardae what fun she was missing when it came to late night romps when she remembered the promise she’de tde to her mother. She couldn’t break that promise. Not when she’d made it in the Olde Tongue. Of course, she had said it would only apply to Tuardae. Mother and father never said anything about sneaking out after curfew for a nice fuck.