Ravenrin & Slytherclaw

Okay sorry it's took so long to update but the real world was calling!!!
NOTE: i DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE MONTY PYTHON LYRICS IN ANY WAY SHAPE OF FORM!!!
Phew, now that's out of the way, on with the story. This chapter has two lemons in it!!! So for those of you that love that kinda thing, well........ :)

RAVENRIN & SLYTHERCLAW- Chapter 7

Christmas Eve was a time of excitement and high jinks, particularly on Honeysuckle and the Weasley Twins side. Honeysuckle ran around the castle charming the female toilets to sing carols when flushed whilst Fred and George enchanted the male ones to do the same. Once that prank had been pulled, she then enchanted the castle’s suits of armour to sing and dance the ‘Knights of the Round Table’ song from the Muggle comedy sketches by The Monty Python, rather than sing the usual carols, at random moments.
During lunch, with Argenta sat with Honeysuckle on the Ravenclaw Table, one of the enchanted suits of armour barged its way into the Great Hall, singing loudly.
“We’re Knights of the Round Table, We dance when e’er we’re able, We do routines and chorus scenes with footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Hogwarts (Honeysuckle had managed to change the word Camelot to the school’s), We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.
We’re Knights of the Round Table, Our shows are formidable, But many times we’re given rhymes that are quite unsingable. We’re opera mad in Hogwarts, We sing from the diaphragm a lot. (By now quite a large group of the suits of armour had congregated in the centre of the Hall, dancing on the House Tables).
In war we’re tough and able, Quite indefatigable, Between our quests we sequin vests, And impersonate Clark Gable, It’s a busy life in Hogwarts!” The crowded Hall erupted with applause as a single suit of armour stepped forward and said,
“I have to push the pram a lot.”
“Your prank?,” Argenta whispered in Honeysuckle’s ear over the noise of the now retreating, clanking suits, which were being shooed out by the harassed Professors McGonagall and Sprout.
“Yes. You like it?,” Honeysuckle asked back. Argenta grinned, beaming at the spectacle that was leaving the Hall. Once the chaos had calmed down, as many high spirited people had taken lead from the event they had just witnessed, the pair of friends walked past the Hufflepuff Table, buzzing like bees as the passed, a carol rather than humming it. The carol they were ‘buzzing’ was ‘Good King Wensles’’, which was carried on by the Gryffindors once they had finally left the Great Hall. Lessons were not productive and many of the Professors simply allowed the pupils to do what they wanted as they knew that no work would be done today of all days. Once all lessons and dinner were over, plenty of people headed outside for snowball fights before heading to their dorms to sleep before the next day’s activities.
Honeysuckle was warm and cozy in her bed before being woken by Argenta puling off her duvet and yelling.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!!” Luckily for Honeysuckle the rest of her dorm had decided to go home for the holidays as they had not been able to get dates for the Ball and weren’t as brave or brazen as Honeysuckle to go stag or with just friends. Honeysuckle saw that Argenta had brought her presents with her in a very large bag, which turned out to be her duvet cover.
“In here or in the Common Room?,” Argenta asked the still sleepy Honeysuckle, who was yawning so pointed to the door, knowing that her presents would be under the Common Room’s tree, as usual. As Honeysuckle pulled on her dressing gown over her silky chemise, she was being pulled by Argenta down the steps and soon pushed into one of the large winged chairs in front of the fire. As Argenta whisked off to collect her friends gifts from under the tree Honeysuckle nodded to the few people in the Common Room and wished them a ‘Merry Christmas’ before noticing that Argenta had just dumped her sack of goodies by the chair carelessly. Honeysuckle was tucked herself up into the snug and comfy recesses of the chair, staring into the fire that was cheerily burning when a shout crossed the room.
“Oh Honey, there’s one here from Charlie,” came a sing-song voice. Honeysuckle’s head turned and she saw Argenta gleefully dance her way back to her friend, just as intrigued as the now very awake Honeysuckle.
“Really? I didn’t think he would send anything,” Honeysuckle said in a startled and rather calm voice. They both sat in silence as they ripped open their presents and only ventured to speak when they had finally opened each other’s gift. Honeysuckle had given Argenta a beautifully covered, hard-backed book which happened to be a copy of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, a Muggle playwright and a famous one at that.
“I remembered you reading my family’s copy last year and you looked so engrossed, I just knew what to get you!” Argenta hugged Honeysuckle and planted a kiss on her cheek before sitting back down on her hunches on the floor.
“Now open mine!” Honeysuckle tore open the carefully wrapped package to reveal a highly carved box made from what looked like ebony wood. She opened it and found a deck of tarot cards, designed in the medieval style.
“I saw you looking at them the last time we were in Flourish and Blotts. I know how much you love all things like that, hence our dresses,” laughed Argenta.
“They’re perfect. Thank you sweetie,” Honeysuckle said as she leaned down and pecked her friend on the cheek before turning to carefully place the box on the small table by her chair.
“Come on, open Charlie’s. I want to know what he’s got you!”
“Ok, ok!” The paper on the small gift was reminiscent of dragon skin.
‘Trust Charlie,’ she thought as she peeled the paper back carefully, not wanting to tear it. It was far too nice to rip up and throw away. Under the paper lay a medium sized velvet box in deep midnight blue. Honeysuckle that Argenta had moved and was stood behind her as she eased the box open to reveal two necklaces nestled on a cream silk lining. The pendants to the necklaces were made from a dragon’s scale, each one encased in a silver surround. One was the blue of the Swedish Short-Snout, the other the vibrant green of the native Common Welsh Green. Honeysuckle looked at the tag that was on the wrapping again, only to find that the green one was in fact for Argenta.
“For me? Really?,” Argenta squealed as Honeysuckle fastened the chain around her friend’s slender and pale neck. The green-ness of the scale made her friend’s eyes sparkle, which made her smile.
“Well, at least you have a piece of a dragon. It’s probably the closest you will get to owning one,” she joked as Argenta toyed with the precious pendant. Honeysuckle had also put hers on and it was now nestling in the cleft of her cleavage, just where it should be, like it belong there all along.
“These are the finish we were searching for to go nicely with our dresses tonight,” Argenta said, scooping up the disguarded wrapping paper and tossing it all into the roaring fire adding to the fuel already burning. The paper shriveled delightfully as the pair of friends watched for a short time.
“Right, I’m off to get dresses. I’ll meet you for breakfast,” stated Argenta as she got up of the floor and stretched.
“Okay, see you in a bit,” Honeysuckle called as Argenta disappeared through the Common Room door. She too made her way, but lazily, to her own dorm to dress in her warmest jumper and wore leggings underneath her baggy jeans. Two pairs of socks covered her now cold feet before being put into sturdy walking boots, knowing that there would be yet more snowball fights ahead. Before entering the Great Hall, Honeysuckle made sure that her necklace was tucked away safely for now and entered the festively decorated ad extremely noisy Hall. She spotted Argenta already at the Ravenclaw Table and hastened to join her, as her stomach had just told her it needed food. The first thing she did as she sat down was to fill her waiting cup with the fresh and hot tea, which was fooled by cream and unusually two lumps of sugar. As Honeysuckle cradled the cup between her hands she glanced around the crowded Hall. Most faces were full of glee, but only the usual one or two sour faces on the Slytherin Table stood out as un-festive. Pansy Parkinson was one of the sour- faced saddos at the table, but then again her face always looked like she had smelt something horrible and it was following her. Honeysuckle chuckled at the thought, which made Argenta turn and ask what was so funny.
“Oh just that Pansy Parkinson always looks like she’s smelt something bad!”
“Yeah. I tease her about it sometimes. It really winds her up,” Argenta confessed, laughing too.
Once breakfast was over, both girls ran back to their dorms to get certain gifts and were soon sat in their spot, which had been covered with snow. That wasn’t a problem for two witches. The snow was soon piled up in ready to throw snowballs by the side of them and had set up a small fire that was happily burning in the chilly air, but it cast a very pleasant warm glow over the pair. Argenta’s head was buried deep into her new book and Honeysuckle was carefully studying her new tarot cards, muttering the meanings under her breath. Lunch soon came round and it consisted of dozens of turkeys, mounds of vegetables and enough Cribages Wizarding Crackers for everyone to defiantly have one each. Both Honeysuckle’s and Argenta’s crackers contained tiaras, which they decided would be yet another perfect addition to their Yule Ball dresses. Once lunch was over, the Twins called the girls over to join them and various others for a snowball fight. The girls headed straight for their spot and enchanted the pile to bombard the Twins and others until they were all soaked right through all of the layers everyone was wearing. Soon, Honeysuckle, Argenta and even Hermione headed inside to prepare for the night’s Ball. The three girls were asked why they were heading in so early and the only answer the boys got was they needed time to make themselves even more beautiful! Argenta raced to her dorm to grab what she needed as she would be getting ready with Honeysuckle in her dorm as it was empty. They wisely used the time to be ready for 7.30 pm, which was when they made their way down to the Great Hall, where they were met with silence.
They were both wearing a dress in the style of the French aristocracy. Honeysuckle’s dress was made of a soft blue with the front panel in a soft mint green with silver embroidery with green beading, hair piled artfully on her head with a single curl resting on her shoulder. Her hair was adorned with matching blue flowers, green and silver beaded pins and the tiara from the crackers. Argenta’s dress was made of a deep green, her front panel in the same blue as Honeysuckle’s dress with bronze embroidery and dark blue beads. Her hair was the same as Honeysuckle’s but her adornments were in blue and bronze and of course the tiara. The two girls complemented each other perfectly, right down to the matching shoes and fans that were hanging from their wrists. Once the champions had performed the opening dance and the meal was out of the way, the band ‘The Wyrd Sisters’ began playing faster songs. During the second song, Argenta whispered into Honeysuckle’s ear that she was bored. Honeysuckle promptly turned her head till she caught her friend’s lips with her own and kissed her deeply, tongues playing against each other, hands skimming over waists, hips, breasts. Honeysuckle broke the kiss and trailed her lips down the exposed collar bone of Argenta and back up her neck to her ear.
“Still bored?,” she whispered as she nipped the lobe. Over Argenta’s shoulder, Honeysuckle could see dozens of eyes staring at them, mainly all the lads and certain Professors. Once the song was over the pair decided to sit down and were suddenly surrounded by hoards of boys, all vying for their attention, all wanting to do something for them. They sat with their legs crossed, in the most un-lady like fashion possible, making the large skirts part to reveal a split and show the girls milky, slender legs which were encased in silk stockings.
“Who are those two lovely ladies over there?,” Karkaroff drolled to Severus, both of whom were staring at the pair from the opposite side of the Hall.
“I would stay away from those two harpies if you wish to regain some sense of sanity,” he warned as he watched Argenta suck something off of her finger seductively, whilst looking straight at him.
“Trust me Karkaroff, they are more trouble than you can imagine. Especially that one in green. I know because she is in my own house.”
“But they seem so delightful Severus! Your own house you say! Have you sampled….,” Karkaroff started before Severus interrupted him.
“I take my role as Head of House and Potions Master very seriously. I would never do such a thing.”
‘Oh but you already have old boy,’ his conscience berated him, making him turn from the scene in front of him. More visions of the two girls, naked in his bed, writhing in ecstasy came from no-where as he turned back to see Honeysuckle kiss the inside of her friend’s wrist, just above the edge of the kid gloves the pair were wearing. Argenta’s head was thrown back in pleasure and he longed to march over and plant his lips on her luscious neck. The girls enjoyed the attentions from the boys but were soon dragged up to dance by the Weasley Twins.
“Watch out!! Arms and legs flailing without control coming through!,” yelled Honeysuckle as the foursome pushed through to the centre of the dance floor. The song that was playing for them was loud and wild, perfect for dancing madly and with no cares to as you were dancing to. Out of breath, after dancing for two songs with the red-heads, Argenta pulled Honeysuckle towards the side of the dance floor Severus and Karakroff were still standing, both nursing a cup of punch. Once they had regained their breath back, they boldly swaned over to the professors and stood smack bang in front of them, leaving no room for escape.
“So Professor, why are you hiding away in this corner like a wallflower?,” Argenta quizzed her Head of House and ‘detention’ partner, leaning forwards towards him, showing off the tops of her shimmer dusted bosoms.
“Are you two girls behaving tonight?,” Severus replied, ignoring the comment but not the display in front of him. He felt his groin twitch with longing and lust for the temptress in green.
“Yes Sir,” the pair chimed, one hand behind their backs, fingers crossed, eyelashes fluttering in innocence. Severus flushed slightly at his thoughts of these two firebrands in front of him, once again naked in his bed, together.
“Karakroff, you said you wanted to show me something. I think I will return to the gardens, if you wish to join me?,” he said, his eyes darting to find the exit he desperately wanted to head for and leave through.
‘Anything to escape these two,’ he thought as Karakroff nodded his agreement.
‘Ahh but your thoughts and wants for those two wanton madams betray you,’ a voice from the recesses of Severus’ mind interrupted as he walked in silence with Karakroff in the gardens.
‘Where the hell did you come from? And who in blazes are you?,’ he replied back in his thoughts.
‘I am your conscience, here to help you decide what you should do.’
‘Damn, what a time for you to turn up! Now shut up and leave me alone for tonight!!’ He got no reply and soon was blasting bushes and disturbing couples who had sort some privacy.
Argenta was very dejected that the professors had left, so it left the girls to go and seek their own amusement once more. They walked back to their seats to find a pair of Gryffindor 4th year girls sat in them. Argenta scowled at them, which caused them to jump from the seats and seek new ones as far away from her as possible. Standing nearby was one of the Durmstrang lads that had been hanging around them all night.
“You, fetch me and my dear Honey some drinks. Snell!!!” The boy bowed and practically ran over to the punch bowl and swiftly returned with two cups. Argenta reached beneath her skirt and pulled out her slim silver hip flask and added a generous amount of the liquid inside it to the cups of punch.
“Ahhh, much better,” Argenta said after taking a slip from the cup and replacing her flask to its hiding place. Honeysuckle nodded her agreement, adding a lick to her lips. The final songs were now being played and both girls had chosen one lucky boy each to have some fun with that night. Both were from Durmstrang and had been hovering around them like flies to nectar all night too. Argenta’s boy, whom she was now dancing with, was a tall blonde called Jorge. His face was plastered with a permanent grin though out the dances. Honeysuckle’s partner was also tall, but was dark and called Noel.
“Appropriate name for the season,” Honeysuckle teased as they danced closer to the slower song that was playing.
“It’s my birthday tomorrow,” Noel whispered in her ear, smiling as he pulled back and sent her into a spin, pulling her back to him. Argenta had already dragged her Durmstrang lad away to find somewhere quiet and discreet. She wanted to get very hot and steamy with Jorge, especially after the way he was just dancing with her. Every time they were close, she could feel his want of her and this made her smile. She had led him to the one and only spot she knew that they would not be discovered. It was the compost heap behind the greenhouses. Okay it was soft but it was also a bit mucky and smelly, but Argenta just wanted to ravish this lad so the smell didn’t bother her. Jorge took off his cape and laid it on top of the mound, ready for them to lay back on it. They began kissing, growing more and more passionate with every lick and suck. Argenta’s fingers worked on his trouser buttons, delving into his underwear and grasping his aroused sex with her very skilled hand and proceeded to pump him up and down whilst he trailed his hand up her skirt and to her hot, wet slit which was free of any kind of fabric, as she had gone commando to make her dress lines right (no VPL for Argenta- ever!!). Jorge was very turned on at the fact the girl in his arms had done this, that he moved his free hand to tug at the corset style top to release her breasts, but soon realised that it was laced up. He quickly undid the lacing and soon had one of her rosy tipped breasts suckling in his mouth whilst his other hand plundered her groin swiftly once more, pushing his fingers into her and massaging her clit with an equally skilled pace to what she was doing to him. She bucked upwards, arching her hips, making his fingers delve deeper into her.
“Do you want me Jorge?,” Argenta said in a seductive whisper, as her voice had been filled with passion and wanting for him. She added a lick to her lips to entice him even more. He reacted by moving so he was between her ready and waiting parted legs (which was easy to do in the skirt as it had that split in it! These girls are always thinking of ways to make their sex lives simpler.) He pressed his hot arousal against her wet slit. She arched, moving herself against his shaft, moaning with pleasure at the sensation. She lowered one of her hands to once again grab his sex and slowly guided him to her wanton body. Once his tip was in, she pushed upwards and with her hands now on his buttocks, she pushed him down into her. Slowly he moved in rhythm to her and soon they were giving into desire and lust before tipping into the blissful pit of pleasure and fulfilment. They lay there, gaining composure back before starting all over again until the sun rose.
Honeysuckle was still dancing with Noel when midnight struck.
“Happy Birthday Noel. Would you like your present now?”
“Very much,” he grinned before she dragged him out of the castle and to the harbour behind the Ivy Curtain. Honeysuckle knew that there was a small cave just next to the steps and led Noel to it. Like Jorge, Noel spread his cape out on the floor for them to sit on. He sat down and drew Honeysuckle down with him, so that she was straddling his lap. Her skirt bunched up around her thighs, showing the stocking clad legs off to their best light.
“You English girls know the best way to seduce a man,” Noel said as he stroked her legs, as she undid her corset lacing. He kissed her collar bone and shimmering breast tops. She stood to remove the dress, letting it fall to the ground, showing him what was waiting for him underneath. He saw that she was wearing very little. Just the stockings and some nipple discs that she had insisted to Argenta she was going to wear. She also wore a suspender belt to help hold up the silky stockings.
“You like you present?,” she teased as she walked back to him, one finger in her mouth, sucking it before straddling him again and trailing the finger down her neck and to her breasts before moving it back up again. Noel responded by cupping her head with his hands on either side and gently pulling her down, meeting her lowering lips with his own. His tongue teased her lips until she opened fully to him and soon the tongues were playfully teasing each other and the skin of throats, ears, shoulder, breasts, anything that was uncovered. He peeled off the nipple covers and lowered his mouth to claim each nipple was it was released. As he suckled on her hardening nipples, he stroked her core, making her grind against his hand, which turn him on even more, which was evident by his growing arousal. Honeysuckle removed his top and laid him back as she kissed his now bare skin, leaving a burning trail down to the top of his trousers and his waiting and twitching sex. She skilfully removed his trousers and underwear, which she threw to one side. She then lowered her head and took his member boldly into her hot, salivating mouth, slowly licking and sucking him, making him groan and growl his desire. With her doing this, he grew even more, making Honeysuckle even more excited and sped up her ministrations on his sex. She only stopped when Noel cried out for more, so she straddled him once more, sliding him into her. He cupped her arse and drew his-self deeper into her by pushing her down into him. Her own hands were feeling and touching her own breasts with desire, teasing him and being down right wanton. His head rose to capture one of her breasts, so she cupped his head and supported him as he suckled on her, bouncing her on his sex, bucking deeper into her as she grinded deeper into him, teasing herself by rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. Closer and closer they came to fulfilment, that they intertwined groans and shouts filled the cave as they gave in to their mutual desires and came long and hard together. Bliss and fulfilment now done, they lay in each other arms until the feeling of lust overcame them once more, and like Argenta and Jorge, they continued in this fashion until sunrise.