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Title: Challenged
Chapter: N/A
Rating: PG-13 for kissage and hand placements
Graphics: None
Disclaimer:The settings and Houses belong to JKR, Penny belongs to jadestellar Girl on girl action . . . I almost think it's safe to assume that the majority of my stories have slash.
“You’re sure about this, Adra?” Penny asked, looking around. She was not used to sneaking about the school at night, much less sneaking into the kitchens.
Adra nodded confidently. “Anakin and I have done this plenty of times,” she said, coming up to the portrait of fruit and tickling the pear. It opened slowly and Adra climbed through the entrance, offering a hand to help Penny in.
Penny scowled, taking the younger girl’s hand. “Right, there are things that you and Anakin have done that I am not keen on trying with you, Adra, and getting caught stealing food is one of them.”
“Well, we’ve never gotten caught. That’s the perks of doing things with a Slytherin; sneaking is in our blood. And I find it hard to believe you’ve never snuck around like this,” she said with a mischevious grin as they walked to the kitchen, “even Gryffindor girls should experiment at least once. It keeps things exciting.”
“A sexual ennuendo,” Penny said, unamused. “Nice. It’s like sneaking in with a skirt-clad Dimitri.”
Penny stopped in midstep as her brow furrowed and her eyes blinked furiously.
Adra turned to look at her with a ‘serves-you-right’ smirk. “You’ve just hurt your brain with that image, didn’t you?”
“Very much so,” Penny confirmed. She resumed her walking and gave Adra an appraising look. “Although I have to admit, Dimitri’s hair is often in a better state.”
Adra self-consciously tugged at her hair, which often had the habit of tangling at the ends. “I can’t help that! His is shorter! Which doesn’t explain why he takes about fifteen minutes more than me to get ready in the mornings,” she said thoughtfully.
“How many types of hair care products does he actually have?” Penny asked despite herself, her malicious curiosity piqued.
Adra shrugged. “The boys have a separate bathroom in the Slytherin house too, Penny.”
“Well, Miss I-Love-Sneaking, I’d figure you’d have been able to get up there,” Penny explained.
Adra gave her a strange look. “And I would want up there because . . . .?”
“Because you want to see how many hair products Dimitri owns. It would have been the first thing I’d have done. Followed by finding out if he uses lavender-scented soap or something.”
Adra looked at her for a moment, then grinned. “Well, well . . . this obsession of yours is bordering on unhealthy, Penny, dear.”
Penny’s cheeks tinged red. “What obsession? I hope you’re not insinuating that I have anything more than loathing and a desire to humiliate towards Dimitri. Because such insinuations will get you killed, and I want chocolate right now instead of having to kill somebody.”
Adra shrugged and began walking again. “I’m just saying . . . you seem a bit . . . infatuated with somebody you seem to loathe. Really infatuated.”
They reached the door to the kitchen and Penny growled. “In case you haven’t noticed, he annoys me.”
Adra stopped before she opened the door and turned to Penny, her antagonising grin still in place. “Right, that’s how it always starts. One moment you’re annoyed by how ridiculous that person is, the next you find yourself spending more time around him because you want to prove to him you’re the better one, and finally you start forgetting what it’s like to not have him around.”
“Yes, that whole sense of days without homicidal rage HAS been lost to me, now that you mention it,” Penny said slowly, putting her hand to her chin and pretending to contemplate what Adra said.
Adra shot her an exasperated look and opened the door. She and Penny stepped into the kitchens, only to be surrounded by house elves.
”Miss Castalia!” one squeaked. “Where is Mr. Sarvo?”
“Not here tonight,” she explained. “This is Penny Cervantes. We need any and all chocolate things you have, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Penny watched the house elves run about the kitchens excitedly, pulling out various sweets for the girls. Adra looked over the food with a pleased smile. “Such a wonderful healthy meal,” she said.
“No me importa nada,” Penny said, also eyeing the food.
Adra turned her face towards Penny with an eyebrow raised. “Er . . . ja, ‘tequilla’ to you, too.”
Penny shook her head. She picked up a chocolate covered éclair and took a bite while Adra cut a piece of cake and stuck a small bite on a fork. Deciding to make themselves more comfortable, Adra leaned against the table while Penny propped herself up onto it, crossing her legs under her.
“So,” Penny said, still working politely on the éclair (Adra was beginning to feel much better about being down here with Penny, as Anakin had that bad habit that boys often did concerning manners and food, or lack thereof) “How did a Slytherin pureblood girl end up falling in love with a mudblood Gryffindor boy?”
Adra sighed, annoyed. “Because not all of the Slytherin house is out to get muggleborns? Really, I never hated Anakin. I simply always felt the need to prove I was a step ahead of him. I suppose that such thing proving difficult shocked me and I swooned. But don’t be fooled; the shock was more in relation to the Gryffindor thing than the blood thing.”
Penny picked a piece of the éclair and threw it at Adra for the house insult. “I’m serious!” she insisted. “You have to admit, Adra, your house is not the place to let tolerance of muggleborns blossom.”
Adra shrugged. “I always want to be better than people. Especially Gryffindor boys. The fact that I only ever felt equal to Anakin was . . . intriguing, I guess, and I ended up concentrating on learning about him rather than besting him. Happy?”
Penny smirked. “True love that started from a superiority complex; yes, I can see the romance novels coming out of that one.”
Finishing the éclair, she pulled a fork out and stole a bite of Adra’s cake. Adra didn’t seem to mind as she thought about something. Penny seemed very enveloped in the experience of sneaking in and eating chocolate at illegal hours.
“You’re not used to doing things spur of the moment, are you?”
The question shocked Adra as much as it shocked Penny, even though it came from her mouth. Penny looked around the kitchens, at her sitting on the table. How had she gotten here? She had complained to Anakin that she was low on chocolate and Adra had told her to meet her by the entrance to the great hall. It had been slightly nerve-wracking because it hadn’t been Penny’s plan.
“I’m used to knowing the full of the plan,” Penny said. “I am a Quidditch captain after all.”
“Knowing the full plan?” Adra said, setting down her plate and turning to face Penny. “You mean to tell me that the Slytherin girl is more spontaneous than the Gryffindor?”
“I can be spontaneous,” Penny said, slightly annoyed. “I don’t often because I have to be the voice of good sense in that house. Have you ever spent a day with a group of Gryffindor boys?”
“It’s not like you have no females around you to help, Penny,” Adra argued. “You have Raegan.”
Penny watched her for a moment, as though expecting her to say something else. After Adra was silent, Penny shrugged and gave her a curious look. “Okay, now name the female whose logic I can implement.”
Adra clicked her tongue at Penny. “That’s the attitude you have for your housemates? I feel the love of the Gryffindor comradery.”
“Hmm,” Penny said smiling at her. “How are you feeling about Rowan these days?” she asked innocently, not taking her eyes off Adra’s as she took another bite of cake.
“Touché,” Adra muttered, looking away for a moment. She turned back to Penny with a smile that suggested some sort of idea. She moved swiftly to join Penny on the plateless edge of the table and continued to watch her with a smile. She leaned forward a little, her hands on either side of her hips gripping the edge of the table and her legs swinging.
Penny looked at her warily, her fork held over the plate with a piece of cake on top. “What?”
Adra shrugged and continued to swing her feet.
Penny glared at her, suddenly realising what was happening. “You’re just trying to unnerve me,” she accused, her eyes narrowing.
Adra shrugged and hopped off of the table, looking back at Penny, giggling just a little as though she knew something the Gryffindor didn’t.
Penny looked around her as though expecting somebody to jump up from somewhere. When she couldn’t find anything, she jumped off of the table and over to Adra.
“Please, Adra,” she said, as Adra leaned her side against the wall and continued to watch Penny with her amused smile. “You only started doing this out of nowhere! Honestly, you really are just like Dimitri! You just like to pretend that you can hold some sort of power over people! With Dimitri it’s sex with you it’s . . . this. And if you think that I’m stupid enough to fall for some ill-conceived plo-“
Penny couldn’t say another word, though, because Adra had pushed her against the wall and kissed her before she knew what was happening. By the time Penny overcame the shock, Adra had pulled away, smiling again.
“See? You really need to learn to be at ease with the unexpected, as it tends to catch you off-gua-“
Penny, not one to be bested at a challenge from a Slytherin, pulled Adra back to her and this time initiated the kiss, slipping her tongue past Adra’s lips as the Slytherin-who had expected no retaliation-gave a surprised whimper.
Penny pulled away and smirked. “You were saying?”
Adra frowned at Penny, then went in again, this time moving her hand to Penny’s hip, letting it pass downward to her thigh.
Oh no you don’t, Penny thought furiously, moving her hands under Adra’s uniform shirt across her skin, smirking into the kiss.
Adra became slightly frustrated. No Gryffindor was going to one-up her. She moved her lips to Penny’s neck, wrapping her arms around Penny’s waist and pulling her closer.
Penny’s breath caught in her chest, her hands unconciously moving to tangle into Adra’s hair. She let them slide down Adra’s back, over her hips, and letting her fingers ride gently up underneath Adra’s skirt. There was a short gasp as Adra suddenly shuddered from the feeling of Penny’s fingers and leaned against her, pressing Penny against the wall again. She undid the top of Penny’s shirt and brushed her lips over Penny’s collarbone, her hands sliding under Penny’s shirt up her waist to her ribs, just under her bra.
It was only as both girls briefly slipped their fingers under the nearest undergarment that Penny finally moved sideways and Adra backed up.
Adra’s face was flushed and Penny’s breath was short. They looked at each other for a moment with confusion.
“Well,” Adra said, a small, lopsided smile crossing her lips. “That was too close to call. Care to call it a draw?”
Penny looked upward at the ceiling thoughtfully, then smiled. “Yes, I think each warrior battled with her most heroic efforts, don’t you?”
Adra smiled, walking back to the table. “Absolutely. For honor and all of that.” She picked at a plate of sweets in front of her. “There are brownies in here, I think.”
Penny smirked and walked over to her side. “Hook me up.”
Chapter: N/A
Rating: PG-13 for kissage and hand placements
Graphics: None
Disclaimer:The settings and Houses belong to JKR, Penny belongs to jadestellar Girl on girl action . . . I almost think it's safe to assume that the majority of my stories have slash.
“You’re sure about this, Adra?” Penny asked, looking around. She was not used to sneaking about the school at night, much less sneaking into the kitchens.
Adra nodded confidently. “Anakin and I have done this plenty of times,” she said, coming up to the portrait of fruit and tickling the pear. It opened slowly and Adra climbed through the entrance, offering a hand to help Penny in.
Penny scowled, taking the younger girl’s hand. “Right, there are things that you and Anakin have done that I am not keen on trying with you, Adra, and getting caught stealing food is one of them.”
“Well, we’ve never gotten caught. That’s the perks of doing things with a Slytherin; sneaking is in our blood. And I find it hard to believe you’ve never snuck around like this,” she said with a mischevious grin as they walked to the kitchen, “even Gryffindor girls should experiment at least once. It keeps things exciting.”
“A sexual ennuendo,” Penny said, unamused. “Nice. It’s like sneaking in with a skirt-clad Dimitri.”
Penny stopped in midstep as her brow furrowed and her eyes blinked furiously.
Adra turned to look at her with a ‘serves-you-right’ smirk. “You’ve just hurt your brain with that image, didn’t you?”
“Very much so,” Penny confirmed. She resumed her walking and gave Adra an appraising look. “Although I have to admit, Dimitri’s hair is often in a better state.”
Adra self-consciously tugged at her hair, which often had the habit of tangling at the ends. “I can’t help that! His is shorter! Which doesn’t explain why he takes about fifteen minutes more than me to get ready in the mornings,” she said thoughtfully.
“How many types of hair care products does he actually have?” Penny asked despite herself, her malicious curiosity piqued.
Adra shrugged. “The boys have a separate bathroom in the Slytherin house too, Penny.”
“Well, Miss I-Love-Sneaking, I’d figure you’d have been able to get up there,” Penny explained.
Adra gave her a strange look. “And I would want up there because . . . .?”
“Because you want to see how many hair products Dimitri owns. It would have been the first thing I’d have done. Followed by finding out if he uses lavender-scented soap or something.”
Adra looked at her for a moment, then grinned. “Well, well . . . this obsession of yours is bordering on unhealthy, Penny, dear.”
Penny’s cheeks tinged red. “What obsession? I hope you’re not insinuating that I have anything more than loathing and a desire to humiliate towards Dimitri. Because such insinuations will get you killed, and I want chocolate right now instead of having to kill somebody.”
Adra shrugged and began walking again. “I’m just saying . . . you seem a bit . . . infatuated with somebody you seem to loathe. Really infatuated.”
They reached the door to the kitchen and Penny growled. “In case you haven’t noticed, he annoys me.”
Adra stopped before she opened the door and turned to Penny, her antagonising grin still in place. “Right, that’s how it always starts. One moment you’re annoyed by how ridiculous that person is, the next you find yourself spending more time around him because you want to prove to him you’re the better one, and finally you start forgetting what it’s like to not have him around.”
“Yes, that whole sense of days without homicidal rage HAS been lost to me, now that you mention it,” Penny said slowly, putting her hand to her chin and pretending to contemplate what Adra said.
Adra shot her an exasperated look and opened the door. She and Penny stepped into the kitchens, only to be surrounded by house elves.
”Miss Castalia!” one squeaked. “Where is Mr. Sarvo?”
“Not here tonight,” she explained. “This is Penny Cervantes. We need any and all chocolate things you have, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Penny watched the house elves run about the kitchens excitedly, pulling out various sweets for the girls. Adra looked over the food with a pleased smile. “Such a wonderful healthy meal,” she said.
“No me importa nada,” Penny said, also eyeing the food.
Adra turned her face towards Penny with an eyebrow raised. “Er . . . ja, ‘tequilla’ to you, too.”
Penny shook her head. She picked up a chocolate covered éclair and took a bite while Adra cut a piece of cake and stuck a small bite on a fork. Deciding to make themselves more comfortable, Adra leaned against the table while Penny propped herself up onto it, crossing her legs under her.
“So,” Penny said, still working politely on the éclair (Adra was beginning to feel much better about being down here with Penny, as Anakin had that bad habit that boys often did concerning manners and food, or lack thereof) “How did a Slytherin pureblood girl end up falling in love with a mudblood Gryffindor boy?”
Adra sighed, annoyed. “Because not all of the Slytherin house is out to get muggleborns? Really, I never hated Anakin. I simply always felt the need to prove I was a step ahead of him. I suppose that such thing proving difficult shocked me and I swooned. But don’t be fooled; the shock was more in relation to the Gryffindor thing than the blood thing.”
Penny picked a piece of the éclair and threw it at Adra for the house insult. “I’m serious!” she insisted. “You have to admit, Adra, your house is not the place to let tolerance of muggleborns blossom.”
Adra shrugged. “I always want to be better than people. Especially Gryffindor boys. The fact that I only ever felt equal to Anakin was . . . intriguing, I guess, and I ended up concentrating on learning about him rather than besting him. Happy?”
Penny smirked. “True love that started from a superiority complex; yes, I can see the romance novels coming out of that one.”
Finishing the éclair, she pulled a fork out and stole a bite of Adra’s cake. Adra didn’t seem to mind as she thought about something. Penny seemed very enveloped in the experience of sneaking in and eating chocolate at illegal hours.
“You’re not used to doing things spur of the moment, are you?”
The question shocked Adra as much as it shocked Penny, even though it came from her mouth. Penny looked around the kitchens, at her sitting on the table. How had she gotten here? She had complained to Anakin that she was low on chocolate and Adra had told her to meet her by the entrance to the great hall. It had been slightly nerve-wracking because it hadn’t been Penny’s plan.
“I’m used to knowing the full of the plan,” Penny said. “I am a Quidditch captain after all.”
“Knowing the full plan?” Adra said, setting down her plate and turning to face Penny. “You mean to tell me that the Slytherin girl is more spontaneous than the Gryffindor?”
“I can be spontaneous,” Penny said, slightly annoyed. “I don’t often because I have to be the voice of good sense in that house. Have you ever spent a day with a group of Gryffindor boys?”
“It’s not like you have no females around you to help, Penny,” Adra argued. “You have Raegan.”
Penny watched her for a moment, as though expecting her to say something else. After Adra was silent, Penny shrugged and gave her a curious look. “Okay, now name the female whose logic I can implement.”
Adra clicked her tongue at Penny. “That’s the attitude you have for your housemates? I feel the love of the Gryffindor comradery.”
“Hmm,” Penny said smiling at her. “How are you feeling about Rowan these days?” she asked innocently, not taking her eyes off Adra’s as she took another bite of cake.
“Touché,” Adra muttered, looking away for a moment. She turned back to Penny with a smile that suggested some sort of idea. She moved swiftly to join Penny on the plateless edge of the table and continued to watch her with a smile. She leaned forward a little, her hands on either side of her hips gripping the edge of the table and her legs swinging.
Penny looked at her warily, her fork held over the plate with a piece of cake on top. “What?”
Adra shrugged and continued to swing her feet.
Penny glared at her, suddenly realising what was happening. “You’re just trying to unnerve me,” she accused, her eyes narrowing.
Adra shrugged and hopped off of the table, looking back at Penny, giggling just a little as though she knew something the Gryffindor didn’t.
Penny looked around her as though expecting somebody to jump up from somewhere. When she couldn’t find anything, she jumped off of the table and over to Adra.
“Please, Adra,” she said, as Adra leaned her side against the wall and continued to watch Penny with her amused smile. “You only started doing this out of nowhere! Honestly, you really are just like Dimitri! You just like to pretend that you can hold some sort of power over people! With Dimitri it’s sex with you it’s . . . this. And if you think that I’m stupid enough to fall for some ill-conceived plo-“
Penny couldn’t say another word, though, because Adra had pushed her against the wall and kissed her before she knew what was happening. By the time Penny overcame the shock, Adra had pulled away, smiling again.
“See? You really need to learn to be at ease with the unexpected, as it tends to catch you off-gua-“
Penny, not one to be bested at a challenge from a Slytherin, pulled Adra back to her and this time initiated the kiss, slipping her tongue past Adra’s lips as the Slytherin-who had expected no retaliation-gave a surprised whimper.
Penny pulled away and smirked. “You were saying?”
Adra frowned at Penny, then went in again, this time moving her hand to Penny’s hip, letting it pass downward to her thigh.
Oh no you don’t, Penny thought furiously, moving her hands under Adra’s uniform shirt across her skin, smirking into the kiss.
Adra became slightly frustrated. No Gryffindor was going to one-up her. She moved her lips to Penny’s neck, wrapping her arms around Penny’s waist and pulling her closer.
Penny’s breath caught in her chest, her hands unconciously moving to tangle into Adra’s hair. She let them slide down Adra’s back, over her hips, and letting her fingers ride gently up underneath Adra’s skirt. There was a short gasp as Adra suddenly shuddered from the feeling of Penny’s fingers and leaned against her, pressing Penny against the wall again. She undid the top of Penny’s shirt and brushed her lips over Penny’s collarbone, her hands sliding under Penny’s shirt up her waist to her ribs, just under her bra.
It was only as both girls briefly slipped their fingers under the nearest undergarment that Penny finally moved sideways and Adra backed up.
Adra’s face was flushed and Penny’s breath was short. They looked at each other for a moment with confusion.
“Well,” Adra said, a small, lopsided smile crossing her lips. “That was too close to call. Care to call it a draw?”
Penny looked upward at the ceiling thoughtfully, then smiled. “Yes, I think each warrior battled with her most heroic efforts, don’t you?”
Adra smiled, walking back to the table. “Absolutely. For honor and all of that.” She picked at a plate of sweets in front of her. “There are brownies in here, I think.”
Penny smirked and walked over to her side. “Hook me up.”