Clever Snakes- Part 2

AN: This is getting out later than I would have liked, but here it is! Hope everyone enjoys. 

Casting: 

Tracey-Shaelah McGilton 

Daphne-Nicole Deliah 

“You know, I really don’t think we have to go through all this trouble.” Tracey commented as they silently made their way through the halls. While it was relatively early on the weekend, she honestly wasn’t all that happy to be out and about, just the two of them, considering what was going on in the castle. Behaving like a couple of Gryffindors. The stupidity of it.

“You heard Harry, he said he’d be happy to get the location of the Chamber’s entrance from us.” Daphne argued.

“That doesn’t sound like a good reason to be skulking around the dungeons on the weekend.” Tracey countered, “Besides, if you’re that eager for a repeat performance… I doubt he’d tell us no if we just… you know, asked.” She knew that her friend had spent the last week thinking about that brilliant night just as often as she had. Woken up from more than one dream slick and needy just desperate for the things that fucking tongue of his can do… among other things.

“That isn’t happening.” Daphne bit out, even though she would love nothing more than to do just that, “I’m not going to go begging him with nothing to offer in return.”

“What? Can’t have him thinking that you cream your knickers every time you think about it?” Tracey teased her best friend. Daphne was often unflappable, but she’d been caught more than once daydreaming recently, eyes glassy as she thought about their illicit encounter. Most people would think nothing of it, but Tracey could see the blush on her cheeks and a slight change to her breathing every time it happened.

Daphne gave an uncharacteristic splutter, and Tracey loved seeing her so caught off guard, “Do you have to be so crass?”

“Yes.” Tracey replied unrepentantly, voice rising slightly as she waxed dramatically. “And how else would you like me to put it? That you ache for him with every waking minute, and every dreaming one too? That you yearn to feel his touch and touch him back?” She snorted out a laugh at her own outlandishness, “Sorry, if I didn’t get poetic about it, but I figured crass got the point across better.”

“Enough,” Daphne bit out, but her lips turned at the corner, “I get it.”

“Fine, ruin my fun.” Tracey pouted, “Not as though I’m not in the same boat, Daphne.”

“Exactly… so, stop arguing with me and help me figure this out so we can send him another message.” Daphne threw her blonde locks over her shoulder, and gave Tracey a pointed look, “The Yule holiday is in a week, and I’d rather not have to wait until after we get back…”

“It would help if I knew what your actual plan was. It’s a thousand-year-old mystery, I doubt we ’ll be able to just stumble upon it.”

“True, and I’ve been giving that some thought.”

“And?” Tracey prompted. Their path seemed rather aimless as they made their way to the deepest parts of the dungeon that she doubted had seen any students in ages. Seems like a good place to go if you want to perform a blood ritual or a murder. I imagine this is where Filch wishes he could bring the Weasley twins.

“There are plenty of… people in this castle that have been around for centuries. I figure one of them might be able to tell us something useful.”

“You want to ask the ghosts?” Tracey mulled it over and couldn’t deny that it had some merit. But then, you would think that someone would have thought of that by now. They can go absolutely anywhere in the castle, figure it would be right useful in finding something hidden. But then, someone of Slytherin’s esteem might just have considered that sort of thing.

So, they walked the darkest part of the dungeons looking for their House Ghost. They found him floating down the hall, his ethereal form giving off a pale light in the dark corridors. His chains hung heavy on his shoulders and the ever-present stains of blood, so very off-putting, were clear his antiquated tunic.

“Excuse us, Baron?” Daphne said clearly, though Tracey could hear the slight tremor in her voice. Even the Slytherin’s could find themselves disconcerted by the ghost. His reputation certainly proceeded him.

“Yes?” He stopped and floated just in front of them.

“You were a student here at the time of the Founders, weren’t you?” Daphne questioned. For a House with so much pride, far too many forgot that important fact about their ghost. He was one of very few people that could be questioned directly about the lives of the founders.

“I was, I was.” He said slowly, voice echoing in the on the hard stones, “A time long past.”

“We know it’s unlikely… but do you know where Salazar Slytherin built his Chamber?” Tracey asked, voice faltering toward the end as the Baron’s eyes snapped to her.

“My instructor didn’t make a habit of telling his students his closest kept secrets, and nor did his heirs.” The Baron sounded irritated that they’d even asked, “He would be horribly disappointed with what his descendants have done in his name though. History has warped to paint him as a villain he wasn’t.” As interesting as that sounded, and Tracey could tell from looking at her friend that they’d be asking more about that some other time, it wasn’t why they were there.

“This isn’t the first time that the Chamber has been opened?” Daphne deduced.

“No, girl, no.” The Baron’s chains rattled as he shook his head, “Fifty years ago, it stopped after a student died.”

“A student died?” Tracey was horrified at the very implication. It needs to be stopped before something like that happens again. The school should be shut down for Merlin’s sake.

“Yes, yes, Myrtle… the poor girl still haunts the place where she died.”

“Moaning Myrtle… on the second floor.” Daphne looked at Tracey and came to a silent agreement, “Thank you, Baron.” He only nodded his head as they turned away from him and headed out of the dungeons and toward the second floor.

Everyone avoided this particular lavatory for good reason, Myrtle was miserable even at the best of times. So, as they entered, they were both surprised by the smell of a potion. “Is that you again?” Myrtle asked before she turned the corner and floated backward, in her shock at their appearance, “You’re not them.”

“Who?” Daphne questioned, curious who might be making use of Myrtle’s abode as Tracey headed toward the potion.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Take a look at this, you’re the better of the two of us at potions.” Merlin… that looks repulsive.

Coming over, Daphne’s nose scrunched in distaste at the smell, but she recognized it immediately, “Looks like Polyjuice Potion to me.”

“Why would someone be brewing Polyjuice?”

“Couldn’t say for sure, but there’s only a few people I can think of that would have the confidence to brew something like this, and even fewer that have a massive penchant for breaking the rules.”

Tracey smiled knowingly, “You think it’s Harry… or well Granger with Harry.”

“And the other one as well, yes.” Daphne confirmed with a wolfish smile of her own, but that was more because they could both see that Myrtle was panicking as she eavesdropped on their conversation.

“No! You’re wrong!” The ghost insisted as she flew closer to them.

“Oh, really?” Tracey shared a look with her friend and crossed her arms beneath her chest, pretending to be less than impressed with the ghost’s claim, “Then who is it?”

“I’m not telling!”

“Well then… I think maybe we should just go and tell one of the professors about our little discovery and see what they have to say about it.” They both made to walk toward the door but stopped as Myrtle soared in front of them.

“No, don’t!”

Daphne tapped her foot, seemingly in thought but knowing exactly what she wanted in exchange for her silence, “Maybe we can be convinced not to tell anyone, but you’re going to have to make it worth our while.”

“How?” Myrtle looked cagey, clearly anticipating the worst.

“Simple,” Tracey continued for her friend, “you just need to tell us how you died.” Myrtle recoiled as if struck and she tried to explain, “We understand that it’s… terribly personal, but it’s important. Horrible things have been happening around the school and we think you might be able to help stop it.”

The ghost seemed to wrestle with herself before she sighed in defeat, “I was in the bathroom, crying my eyes out because Olive Hornby made fun of my glasses. Then I heard a boy come in and say something… odd, sounded almost like hissing. When I opened the stall, I didn’t see the boy, but I did see a great, terrifying eye looking at me from over there.” She pointed at one of the sinks, “And then… I died.”

“Thank you, Myrtle. We really appreciate it.” Tracey told her, as earnest as she could manage. Daphne nodded her agreement and headed over to the sink in question. She ran her hand along the smooth porcelain and the metal sink. Her eyes widened in shock as she noticed something.

“Tracey,” There was genuine awe in her voice as she looked at the sink, “I think we just found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.” Her slender fingers ran along an engraving on the side of the sink, a snake.

“Bloody fucking hell.” Tracey couldn’t believe it… for more than one reason. Hidden in plain sight. Did no one think to investigate the room where a girl literally died the last time that the Chamber was opened. “We should…”

“Get a message to Harry, today if we can.”

“Should we not just go and tell a professor.” Much as the idea of spending another night, just the three of them, sounded… brilliant, she also knew that things could get bad if the whole situation wasn’t resolved sooner rather than later.

“Do you want to go to Snape and have him take all the credit.” Tracey made to speak but Daphne cut her off, “We know he will, he’s a Slytherin. And even if we went to someone else, assuming they don’t interrogate us simply for being Slytherins, Harry is the only parseltongue in the school… they’d need him either way.”

That’s all annoyingly accurate. Unable to really argue the point, Tracey sighed, defeated, “Alright, fine. You win. We’ll talk to Harry.” Daphne looked like the cat that caught the canary as she took her arm and walked her out of Myrtle’s lavatory.

It was late, well past curfew, and Harry was headed toward an abandoned classroom on the sixth floor. He padded beneath his invisibility cloak and he couldn’t deny there was a bit of an electric charge in his veins. The last time he’d been called to meet the two Slytherins he’d had the singularly most exhilarating night of his life… which was saying something considering he’d been used pretty much entirely for their pleasure.

Didn’t stop them from making me cum in my trousers though. His nights were filled with thoughts of what else might have happened given the opportunity. He’d taken himself in hand more than once with the thoughts of their taste and the way their thighs shook around his ears from the pleasure he brought them.

Standing in front of the door, he swallowed before knocking. The last time he’d done this, he’d been hesitant and wary, but now he was nothing other than eager. Not only was there potential for more fun but they might have learned something valuable yet again. In the week since their last encounter, he’d been working on conjuring roosters because of the information they’d given him. The look on Hermione’s face when I told her it was probably a Basilisk was absolutely priceless too.

The door opened quickly and he saw Tracey look around the corridor furtively before she went to close it right in his face, before she had the chance he spoke up, “I’m here.”

He resisted the urge to laugh as she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice, blushing she ushered him inside, “No wonder you get away with so much, you have a bloody invisibility cloak.”

“It doesn’t hurt my chances of keeping out of trouble that’s true,” he agreed as he threw the cloak from his shoulders. Tracey just shook her head with a small smile while Daphne stood on the other side of the room looking at him with her bright blue eyes. No one spoke for a long moment and Harry found the silence discomforting, “So…”

“Funny thing we found out today,” Daphne cut him off as she walked closer to him, he couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips or notice the fact that the first few buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, “You and your friends have been up to something and… well it breaks a dozen school rules if nothing else.”

“What makes you think that?” He wasn’t just going to come out and admit that she was right.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Harry.” Tracey giggled and pressed herself into his arm, “While Myrtle’s bathroom isn’t exactly a bad hiding spot, there was every chance that someone would go in there eventually.”

“So, why Polyjuice Potion?” Daphne sounded genuinely curious.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry stuck to the lie, not sure exactly where this was going. So, have we gone from sharing information to blackmailing each other now?

“I can see the wheels turning in your head,” Daphne gave him a small smile and pressed into his other side, “Don’t worry. We don’t plan on telling anyone. At some point, you’re going to realize that you can trust us.”

Harry wasn’t sure if that was true, but then stranger things had certainly happened. Like me eating them both to orgasms the last time we were alone together. So, probably best not to say never. “Alright, fine. You’re right. We’re brewing Polyjuice Potion.”

“While I appreciate you being honest,” Daphne ran a finger along his bicep, “it doesn’t matter much. We knew it was you either way. I just don’t understand why.”

Blushing slightly, he mumbled out, “We might be planning on sneaking into the Slytherin Common Room…”

Tracey and Daphne both laughed at that, “Why in the world would you want to do that?”

“To find out if Draco… is the heir of Slytherin.” That sent them both into an uncontrollable giggling fit. It was as though he’d just told them the best joke they’d heard in their entire lives.

“Oh… Merlin… that… that is rich.” Tracey had a hand on her chest as she tried desperately to bring herself under control, “Don’t do that again. I don’t think I’ll be able to survive it again.”

Daphne wiped a tear from her eye as she squeezed his arm, “You could’ve just asked you know.”

“We’ve been working on it for months,” He pointed out, “And we weren’t exactly on speaking terms until recently.”

“Fair,” She couldn’t deny he was right about that, “But, considering it should save you a great deal of trouble, let me tell you, unequivocally, that Draco is not the Heir of Slytherin.”

“He’s far too egotistical to keep that sort of thing a secret from the rest of the house. He’d be using it to gain more influence and he certainly hasn’t been doing that.” Tracey explained.

“And besides, the Malfoys can quite proudly trace their family line back to the Norman Conquest when they came over with William from France.” There were certain benefits to knowing someone well versed in the purebloods, “And they definitely aren’t related to Slytherin.”

“Oh…” Harry was quite taken aback at that news. He hadn’t a single other idea who might be responsible.

“So maybe save yourself the trouble of secreting yourself into our Common Room, yeah?” Tracey leaned up on tiptoes and rested her chin on his shoulder.

Well, if it’s not Draco then… I can’t really see a good reason of taking the risk. “That would probably be for the best, yes.” As much as he trusted Hermione’s potion-making he didn’t really want to have to walk around as either Crabbe or Goyle if he didn’t have too, “So… is that what you asked me here for?”

“Definitely not, no.” Both girls pulled him further into the room, “You see, you made us an offer the last time we got together. There’s information you said you’d be willing to work for.”

It was difficult to concentrate on exactly what they were saying as they pressed their gorgeous curves into him with growing persistence, “So, you have something for me?”

“We do.” Daphne told him, as she pushed him so that his bum pressed against a desk. Tracey surprised him then as she leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. Her lips were soft and inviting, and it felt absolutely lovely. But they were more a distraction than anything else as she pushed his back down onto the hard wood.

When he looked up at both of them, he watched as their eyes were alight with a shockingly similar glint of mischief. His mouth went dry as both of them brought their hands to their waists and pushed on the their skirts. The garments pooled at their feet as Harry sat there transfixed.

Daphne was the taller of the two girls and she had the legs of a model, long and slender without a blemish in sight. They just went on and on, and he had to resist the urge to groan when he saw that she was wearing only a lacey pair of black knickers underneath her skirt.

Tracey’s thighs were thicker, more athletic. They were toned beautifully, and he knew from experience that his fingers could sink wonderfully into that soft skin. He actually did groan when he saw that she’d been even naughtier than her friend. Her tight pussy, bright and pink, was on full display in the gap of her thighs. He could see it glistening in arousal.

Reveling in the way his eyes stuck to her eager treasure, she ran one of her fingers through her own heat, “We’ve been thinking about the last time… constantly. I think you can tell.” Bringing that finger to her mouth, she didn’t hesitate in licking off her own juices.

“Me too…” He admitted breathlessly. What teenage boy wouldn’t think about the time he spent with two gorgeous girls.

Walking around the desk, Daphne ran a hand through his hair gently. It was surprisingly intimate to have her staring down at him with hooded eyes, “Are you ready?” He could only nod up at her. Without another word, she hopped up onto the desk, knees on either side of his head. His vision was blocked by the incredible curve of her firm bum cheeks.

Grinding her covered sex against his nose, he could smell the sweet perfume of her arousal. He was desperate to taste it again, but he couldn’t help but tease her, “You really are eager for this again, aren’t you?”

“Hell yes, I am.” Daphne replied without a hint of embarrassment. She was the sort of girl who knew what she wanted and had no intention of apologizing for it.

Hissing in pleasure, Harry felt a firm grip against the length that was growing and pressing along the inside of his trousers. Tracey giggled from where she stood between his legs, “I don’t think you should be teasing anybody about being eager, Harry. I’m pretty sure you’re going to start leaking through your trousers any second.”

“I think I can see him throbbing, he’s so fucking hard.” Daphne said breathily, even as she pressed herself against his nose insistently.

“Oh, definitely.” Tracey agreed, giddily, “Look at that, he just twitched.”

Daphne giggled, “Can’t say I blame… him!” The last word was screamed in extasy as Harry had enough of waiting. In one smooth motion, he pushed the gusset of her panties to the side and dug his tongue into her dripping sex.

The taste was exquisite, just like he remembered. Sweet like a ripe peach and just as juicy. Daphne’s fingers dug into his chest as she steadied herself immediately. Her eyes fluttered shut as she came to grips with the immense pleasure that just that first deep, flexile flick of his tongue pulled from her.

Getting lost in the delicious taste, he reveled in every little moan and gasp he pulled from the stunning blonde as his tongue scraped against the sides of her gripping tunnel. He knew he had what amounted to a cheat available to him, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to be complacent. In the last week, he’d thought about all the ways he could make this better for the girls and he was trying to put it into practice.

The only thing that managed to distract him was the feel of dainty hands rubbing his aching length. He could feel as Tracey pressed her cheek against his raging erection through the painfully confining fabric.

“Oh… oh… fuck! Yes!” Without even resorting to parseltongue, he managed to coax a peak from the girl above him. Her soft thighs shuddered around his ears, and he was forced to grab onto the swell of her perky bum to hold her in place as she spasmed through her peak. He didn’t have any intention of that being the end of it though. Never know if this’ll be my last chance, I might as well leave an impression.

Her body went rigid yet again, and she squealed as his tongue flicked across her sensitive clit. Arms shaking violently, they gave out and she draped herself over him. Her lovely face ended up down by where Tracey was occupied with his cock. He thought he could feel her kissing and licking against his covered thigh as he tried to chase her from one orgasm right into the next.

Whispered words were shared between the girls and then they did something that he really wasn’t expecting. Snap. It was muffled but he could just make out the sound of his trouser button being opened and then there was the immediate relief as Tracey started being pulled down his legs. His pants were still on, but it was far less restrictive. A hand gripped him through the thin material, but then even that disappeared as his as a second later his rock hard cock was swinging in the open air.

“Uhmm… I’ve been wondering… what it would look like. My imagination didn’t do you justice.” Tracey sounded awestruck, as each girl gripped him with a single hand. Daphne’s fingers were longer, and could just about wrap around his girth, while Tracey’s daintier digits couldn’t touch. Both nubile beauties gave him an experimental squeeze that pulled a delirious groan from his throat.

Considering she didn’t have the distraction of someone ravenously devouring her dripping cunt, Tracey’s movements were far more controlled while Daphne squeezed him more tightly, hand gliding along his precum slick cock a bit more erratically.

It felt heavenly. Their smooth hands feeling infinitely better around his sensitive member than his own ever had. But, unlike their last encounter, he managed to keep from cumming at the slightest touch and instead redouble his efforts on sending Daphne into an orgasm-induced state of euphoria, “Cum for me, Daphne. I want you to cum again.”

His parseltongue had the desired effect and the young woman came in just seconds. There was a wet squelch as her throbbing pussy covered his face in a fresh coating of her juices. Daphne screamed high and clear and then she started babbling incoherently. In her delirious pleasure, she did the most amazing thing and started lavishing the side of his shaft with attention from her tiny pink tongue.

Her bum flexed frantically in his grip, but he wouldn’t let her run. Finally, she couldn’t take any more and she reached back to pull his hands free from her pert cheeks. With every bit of strength she had left, she rolled herself off of him. The gorgeous girl looked properly dazed. Her hair was tousled, and her azure eyes were glassy. Their was an alluring flush to her cheeks and her chest that spoke to the mind-addling climaxes she’d gone through.

Harry didn’t get long to admire his work though as Tracey stood. Giving his cock a firm, double-handed squeeze, she grabbed his attention easily, “Fucking hell, Harry… have you been practicing this week? You did one hell of a number on her.” She pulled a bead of precum from his tip that spurted out and stained her hands.

“No… I’ve… just been thinking about how I could do better.” It was true, he found that getting these two gorgeous girls off was its own reward.

She hadn’t been expecting that response and gave him a fond smile, “How thoughtful.” Expecting her to want exactly what her friend had gotten, he waited as she kept idly stroking his cock.

Making up her mind about something, she hopped up onto the desk and her bare sex kissed the underside of his cock. His manhood was pinned between his abs and her incredible heat, he groaned deep at the new sensation, “I think you deserve a reward… for being so thoughtful.”

“I thought this was supposed to be my way of paying for information.” He cursed his stupid mouth for saying those words, but it didn’t deter Tracey one bit. Just shaking her head at him, she started moving her hips up and down along his pulsating cockflesh.

“It is, but that doesn’t mean it’s the only reason we wanted you here.” The slippery friction of her engorged slit against his throbbing cock was exquisite. As she sat up, he was treated to the sight of her virginal sex hugging his veiny cock on either side. It looked so wonderfully small against his pillar and he wanted nothing more than to sink into her.

“Now, just sit back and enjoy. I think we’ll both enjoy it.” Much as he wanted to fill her, that wasn’t what the bodacious brunette had in mind. Instead, she pressed his swollen glands against her sex and started gliding her pussy up and down along his length. Harry’s hands went to her athletic legs and dug into the soft skin as she went to work.

“Fuck… that’s… that’s amazing. Please… don’t stop.” Harry wasn’t usually one to beg, but he would do just about anything to ensure this little bombshell kept moving her hips.

Tracey’s laughter caught in her throat as his spongy cockhead scraped against her oversensitive clit. Struggling to maintain her composure, she managed to assure him, “I…I don’t have any… intention of stopping until… we’re both satisfied.” It was body-tinglingly wonderful, and it was taking all of his control not to bust right then and there.  Just need to make sure she cums… just hold on.

There was movement from his left as Daphne managed to shake off the haze of her addling orgasms. She was staring at her best friend, absolutely entranced. The sight of her sexy body sliding up and down with his cock pressed against her sex and her toned belly had the other girl panting with need.

She moved close to Harry and laid her belly on the desk. Without a word, her fingers ghosted along the inside of her best friend’s thigh. He didn’t know if it was the first time they’d touched each other in this way, but Tracey’s breath hitched as they traveled from her thigh up toward her sex and finally found what they were looking for. As she pinched the brunette’s oversensitive clit between her fingers, Tracey slid her sex down his length. His dome smashed into both Tracey’s little bud and Daphne’s fingers and it proved too much for both of them.

Mouth opened in silent extasy, Tracey’s warm essence bathed the underside of his cock and dripped down to his heavy sack. In that same moment, his shaft lurched in against her sex and he started shooting the largest load of his life. His cock pulsed again and again as he covered Daphne’s fingers, Tracey’s sex and tummy and his own lower abs with his thick, white seed. It went on for what felt like hours but was really just a few intense, fantastic moments.

His heart was beating heavily in his chest as every nerve was alight with carnal bliss. Fuck… I could get used to this. He could only stare up at the ceiling as he contended with the sheer pleasure of the moment. It was only when he heard soft licking that he looked down to see the two girls doing their best to clean him and themselves up.

His cock pulsed and hardened back up slightly, which caused both girls to give him a giggle, “Good as it is to know you could go again, I’m right knackered.” Tracey definitely wasn’t lying as her legs nearly gave out as she dropped back to the ground, “If it weren’t for the fact I’d probably get in fifteen different sorts of trouble… and never get anything done… I would love to keep you in our dorm. Because this is...”

“Tracey.” Daphne warned her, even though she looked tempted by the idea as well. Looks like Tracey might’ve said a bit too much.

“What, as though you wouldn’t want that too?” The brunette wasn’t having it.

The blonde’s flushed face turned a deeper red as a small smile came to her lips. She certainly wouldn’t be adverse to the idea, but she shook it away quickly. He couldn’t help but chuckle and that seemed to pull them both from their musings.

Coughing lightly, Daphne stood and went to retrieve her skirt. Putting it back on, she pinned him with her captivating blue eyes, “You were exemplary, again, Harry. More than good enough for us to tell you where the entrance is.” Harry just shook his head, amused by the little game she insisted on playing. It can never be simple with Slytherin’s can it. But if this is what I get out it, I can’t say that I’m complaining.

“Great, so… where is it then?”

“Right under your nose, in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.” Both girls couldn’t help but laugh at the stunned expression on his face.