Who: Horace Slughorn, Alecto Carrow, Lavender Brown, Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur Delacour and Sara Moon
What: Lavender and Fleur need some time before Gabrielle gets here. Gabrielle needs to talk to her big sis and Gabrielle decides she needs a Slytherin to play with...
When: Friday, September 10
Where: Fleur's office, to start.
Rating: NC-17

Lavender had been giddy all day. Well, Giddy didn't even begin to describe it, actually. No matter how much pouting she had done, Fleur had stuck to her convictions that they needed to be subtle with their relationship. It was too easy to get caught if Lavender was always in Fleur's office or stayed the night or they shagged in the hallways. Jeez! It was like Fleur thought she couldn't keep her mouth shut!

However, all that was forgotten since she got to go to Fleur's quarters for a little while. She knew she would actually get some more time when Fleur's sister's visit was over. Deciding she wanted to tempt and torture her love a little bit, Lavender donned the sexiest outfit she could manage. It was a white mini-skirt, clingy blouse and purple scarf Fleur had bought in her in Paris. It had barely lasted ten seconds on Lavender's body once they got home so she knew Fleur loved it.

Making her way to Fleur's office, she stopped at the door and knocked lightly. "Professor Delacour? It's Lavender Brown. May I speak with you for a moment?" She was doing her best to sound proper and professional but failed miserably. Her voice was sing song and mischievous. Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone around. After a few moments, Lavender let herself in and looked around excitedly for her mate once the door was closed and they were truly in private.

Who: Daphne Greengrass and Sara Moon
What: Daphne has some gossip…
When: January 24th, Tuesday 1997. 4:00pm
Where: Sara's room, to start.
Rating: NC-17

Daphne was strutting around like the cock of the walk. She had her normally superior air about her but it seemed magnified. Slytherins got out of her way, even Pansy the Queen Bee, when she went strutting about. There was something…dangerous about her.

Theo was even a bit deferential to her. Not that he was smart enough to recognize the need but clearly his base instincts were serving him well. Despite her dangerous aura, Daphne was all smiles.

She was looking for Sara. The two of them had not had any time together for the last week or so. That had to be remedied. Daphne had sent Theo scurrying about by telling him she had heard a rumor that Gabrielle was at Hogwarts visiting her sister and was outdoing something in the Forbidden Forrest. He would be gone a good long time…

"If we are lucky, the centaurs will string him up," Daphne muttered to herself, a dark edge in her voice.

Daphne was in a fresh uniform that was from last year; the skirt was too short and the blouse was too tight. It was pristine and perfectly pressed, of course. Daphne wouldn't be caught dead in anything raggedy.

Making her way to Sara's room, she hoped to find her there. She didn't care if Claire was there. She would either get her out of the room or she and Sara could always leave.

Daphne had some juicy gossip that Sara was going to love. Demurely, she knocked and waited for Sara to answer. Daphne folding her arms in front of her after adjusting her cloak.

Who: Sara Moon and Daphne Greengrass.
What: Sara has a gift for Daphne to show her appreciation.
When:January 7th, Saturday late afternoon.
Where: Hogsmeade.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: With Sara and Daphne, there's bound to be some.

It was another trip to Hogsmeade, only this time the students of Hogwarts were accompanied by freezing cold weather. Bundled up in a fur lined leather jacket and Slytherin scarf coupled with dark red corduroy pants and black working boots, Sara looked with displeasure over the snowy town. The only redeeming event would occur hopefully soon though...

Spending the minimum amount of time with Theo, Sara picked the best time, after he had downed quite a few butterbeers, to tell him she was going to go o some girlish shopping. He waved her off and Sara sighed as she was free.

Earlier in the week, Sara had sent a discreet owl to Daphne telling her of a very hidden Inn that she had booked a room at for them. Surely no one would see them go there. She included the time to meet and room number and a promise of a surprise.

Arriving at the inn, Sara checked in and quickly went up to the simple room with only a big wooden bed and a wooden table and chairs, dresser and a couch. She called down for some wine which was quickly brought up with two glasses. Once she was alone, she took off her jacket and scarf to reveal a black longsleeve thermal shirt with some English quidditch team logo that Theo supported. It was one of the few things he had given her and he only gave it to her so she would look "presentable" at a match he had dragged her to.

Sitting down, she took out the box that held Daphne's present and poured two glasses of wine as she waited.

Who: Claire Runcorn and Julia Abernath
What: Claire had invited Jules to see what a real party's like.
When: October 5th, 11:30 PM
Where: The Slytherin Dungeon
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, drugs and rock and roll!

Claire swayed to the rhythm of the bass-heavy music that was playing loudly through the common room of the Slytherin dungeon, which had been cleared into a large dance floor with lounge areas and a bar surrounding it. Using some complex charm, the room was bigger than usual and the lights were dim except for the flashing and dancing colored lights that came from above thanks to another charm. Snape never stopped any of the Slytherin's wild parties, nor did any of the other professors know about them.

Wearing a much shorter, all black version of her school skirt, a dark green halter top that showed a sliver of her stomach and black leather boots with an array of colorful bracelets on her wrists, Claire paid no attention to the actual person she was grinding against. By the grabby hands she could tell it was a boy. Already feeling a buzz from the firewhiskey and a dose of an illicit potion that had been passing around that had a similar effect to the muggle drug ecstasy, she kept on the look out for a certain dark haired Ravenclaw.

A Ravenclaw wasn't too uncommon at Slytherin parties. There were a few already here. As long as they had an invitation, it was fine. Claire had been sure to send an owl with an invitation to Julia that entailed the time and password into the dungeon. She hoped the girl would show. If not she would have to dettle for some duller person to occupy her time with.

Who: Tracey Davis and Sara Moon
What: Sara must need something because she agrees to see Tracey.
When: Friday, Oct 16th 2003. 11pm
Where: Tracey's flat, Diagon Alleya, to start.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst.
Notes: This is an AU of the current Heidi/Tracey storyline. Tracey, when outed, denies everything and breaks things off completely with Heidi breaking her heart. They both graduated school and now live the lives of adults…

Tracey was totally shaken after seeing Heidi. She had agonized all day over the same questions she had been asking herself at Heidi’s flat and then added a few more. What about Sara? What about what they had? How did that affect what she might have with Heidi? No matter what the question, Tracey couldn’t come up with an answer.

She knew she needed answers and the only place she could get them immediately from Heidi so she could only get answers from one person…

Taking the enchanted quill and parchment that Sara had given her, allegedly protected from being read by anyone else, Tracey began to scribble a note. She had to try a few times before she got a note that was anything close to what she was willing to send.

One version was too needy and desperate, Sara would never come if she read that. One was too cold, Sara wouldn’t feel desired enough. The space between their visits was always long enough for Tracey to be practically aching with need by the time she saw Sara.

Sara, I have been thinking about you the last few days. Our last night at that elegant hotel you took me to was exquisite. It still warms me to think of it. I feel warm now even as I write you.

See me tonight and I’ll show you how I feel now…

She hoped that would entice Sara enough to see her. Despite everything, all the tension with Heidi and the memories of Sara had made her unbelievably randy. Her inner turmoil had dampened it some, but it was less and less by the hour.

Sara, if she agreed to meet Tracey, always selected some random and lavish location. Tracey always had to sneak and assure that she wasn’t seen. As she dressed, Tracey hoped that Sara would send her a note…

Who: Ginny Weasley and Sara Moon
What: Ginny and Sara are both in a rough spots. What will happen when they meet up by chance?
When: Last week of school, night before the train leaves.
Where: The halls near the Slytherin dungeon.
Rating: NC-17

Ginny had withdrawn. That’s what she did when things got bad. It was pretty easy to do too. Quidditch was over, her brother was concerned with Harry and Hermione. The DA had no reason to exist because Umbridge was out on her fat arse. Like had been the case when she had Riddle’s diary and after she had nearly died in the Chamber of Secrets, people didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong.

She tried to convince herself that people not noticing was exactly what she wanted. As she had in the past, Ginny pretty well managed to do just that. The last few weeks of school had her wandering around aimlessly, seeking distraction in solitude.

Unlike before, what had happened hadn’t been life or death. Ginny had lost her girlfriend. Not new to dating, this was the first time that Ginny had been really hurt by a relationship ending. She knew that she had done so much wrong, so had Heidi for that matter, but a lack of maturity on both their parts had made it so much worse by the time it finally ended.

Worst of all, even after it had destroyed their relationship, Heidi was still drinking; a lot. Ginny was worried about her. Though, she really had no idea how to try and fix it. Another reason for her dark mood.

Dressed in a pair of jean overalls with a t-shirt and one of Bill’s old button down shirt, Ginny was wandering around keeping her mind blissfully blank. If anyone asked, she was out collecting things she had loaned out through the coarse of the year. She’d stopped by Ravenclaw to get a pair of Quidditch socks she’d lent her for…why did she even lend her those?

Lisa also gave her back a jumper she had left with Michael when they had been dating. She had both in a little bag over her shoulder.

One of the annoyances with her state, despite her thankfulness that it didn’t let her think about what was bothering her, was that Ginny was terribly forgetful. Remembering that she left her Potions book in Snape’s room, she changed direction to go get it. Her mum would be rather upset if she didn’t bring it back despite there not being any more of her children that would need it.

Who: Daphne Greengrass, Sara Moon and Tracey Davis
What: Daphne is holding up her end of the bargain…
When: Thursday, April 4th. 8:00pm
Where: Slytherin Girl's dorm, 6th year near Sara's room.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst.

Daphne had been looking for Sara since they had come back from dinner. To her annoyance, Sara seemed to have disappeared. She wasn't in her room, the common room or anywhere else she looked.

Tracey Davis had sought her out earlier that day. She had come to Daphne with info she would have killed for before her encounter with Sara. She would have put it out so fast that Sara wouldn't have known what hit her. However, things had changed since then…

Taking the information graciously, Tracey never asked her to do anything with it. Clearly her housemate assumed that Daphne would have just told people. Tracey would have been right; too bad for her that she didn't know about Daphne and Sara's alliance.

Armed with something so damning that Sara was sure to owe her forever, Daphne could barely contain herself as she looked for Sara.

Who: Daphne Greengrass and Sara Moon
What: Sara has some aggression towards her fellow Slytherin.
When: March 22, Friday. 8:00pm.
Where: Slytherin Common Room
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Snarkiness, dubious consent.

Daphne was in a mood. She hid it expertly but that didn’t change a single thing. She had been making eyes at Theo all night. How dense could he be? Obviously, quite dense. Even though their little affair had been going on for over a year, he still couldn’t pick up the simplest clues.

Worse yet, Daphne was dressed to the nines. She wore and elegant and flowing silk dress of white with purple and yellow flowers. The common room was actually warm for once, though it wasn’t coincidence. Daphne had made sure the fire was roaring because she had wanted to wear her dress that was drastically out of season.

Her red hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders and she wore light make up and her favorite strappy shoes. I would shag me rotten, was what she had though as she’d looked at herself in the mirror before coming down.

Theo was…leaving. She gave him a dirty look, but it was clear that he didn’t even notice. For a teenage boy, he sure seemed to have things other than sex on his mind quite a bit. If it wasn’t for her schemes, Daphne would consider a new boy…

Crossing her legs, kicking her foot, she wondered what she should get into.

Who: Tracey Davis and Sara Moon (Dream) / Tracey Davis and Fleur Delacour
What: Tracey is desperate and overwhelmed
When: March 21, 11:59PM
Where: Sara's dorm room (Daydream) / Fleur's Classroom
Rating: NC-17

It had all been a lie. She had been so close to believing Heidi. Tracey had almost been foolish enough to be fooled twice. After leaving the Hufflepuff Locker Room, Tracey had gone to the one person who would know. She had begun nicely, then yealled, then screamed, then threatened until she was sure that the person was genuinely certain that the Delacours had no Veela blood whatsoever.

Tracy had been made a fool of…

She had wandered the grounds crying and sobbing. Her arms ached from hugging her body so tightly. Students saw her but no one dared as her what happened. She didn't even care who saw. Tracey was likely going to be expelled after what she had done. Dumbledore was likely looking for her that very moment…

Tracey had one thing left to do. There was one piece of closure she desperately needed. Time was short. She would get it. She had to…

It was almost midnight when she arrived back in Slytherin dorm. She had seen Sara's roommates still in the common room. She hid her tear stained face as she made her way to the sixth year girls dorm. Striding past her own room, she arrived at Sara's door.

She was still in the skirt, fishnets and other Muggle clothes she had worn for Heidi's benefit. Her dark eye make up had run and was a complete mess. Her heart hammered in her chest, unsure if she hoped that Sara would answer the door or not.

Who: Sara Moon and Clara Pritchard
What: Tracey poisons Sara and she needs help.
When: March 17th, 5pm
Where: Slytherin dorms, to start at least.
Rating: pg-13, for now.

Sara sat in a comfy chair that was placed discreetly off to the side in a corner in the Slytherin's dorm, reading the last few pages of a novel she had been reading to pass the time. Frankly, Sara was glad for the reprieve from her "fiance" and the overly talkative Daphne. Though, given that they both were nowhere to be found at the time, it probably meant that they were off shagging each other. Not that Sara minded, no, less work for her to keep Theo "satisfied".

Taking a sip of her drink before setting it down on the small table next to her, Sara finished up the book and stood to return it to the bookshelf on the other side of common room. Replacing the book, she took another one and as she turned, smoothing out her school skirt that she wore at mid-thigh and matched with an untucked blouse and loose tie, walked back to her seat, locking dangerous eyes with Tracey as she passed her coming from near where her chair was, though she thought nothing of it at the time.

Sitting, Sara opened the book and took another few sips of her drink as she started reading the pages. However, in a few minutes, she began to shift uncomfortable, feeling it get unnaturally hot in the room. Looking to her book, she could see the words getting a tad blurry. Pressing a hand to her forehead, she was surprised to feel it burning up.

Sara was not one to get suddenly sick, so of course with her Suspicious mentality, she went straight to thinking poisoning. She looked around for a source and her eyes landed on her drink that was now near empty. The image of Tracey walking from her chair flashed through her mind. The blonde was one who would do something like this. Fucking bitch! she screamed in her head, standing and having to catch the chair to hold her steady as she was now dizzy.

Making her way out of the common room and into the corridors to the different year dorms, Sara had to lean on the wall for support as she began to sweat. She knew if she went to the nurse, it would raise a million questions that she couldn't afford to answer. So who could she go to? The girl she was sure had the answer was also the girl she was sure poisoned her.

And suddenly, a name came to her mind. She quickly made her way to the seventh year girl's dorm and knocked before entering. It looked almost empty, Sara hoped that she could find her.

"Clara?" she called weakly from the doorway, leaning on the doorjamb.

Who: Sara Moon and Clara Pritchard
What: Sara needs to get some things off her mind.
When: March 1st
Where: The Library
Rating: NC-17 (Is anyone shocked?)

Clara was thoroughly exasperated as she flipped through the pages of one of the many tomes in front of her. She had not gotten nearly enough studying done. First it had been noise. Luckily, Madame Pince and Clara shared the same opinion on that and the offenders were out on their ears. Then, came a few boys, one after the other, trying to sweet talk her. She sent them away.

Finally, she was able to get to studying. She had a few hours left before curfew, though she might be able to sweet talk Madame Pince into letting her stay later. It was time to get down to some real studying.

Though her uniform was nearly perfect save her loosened tie, a lock of hair fell in Clara’s face as she leaned over one of the books. Her fingers were stained with ink, even under the closely clipped nails that Pansy or Daphne would have had a heart attack if they had cut their own nails so short.

Clara chewed the feather tip of her quill as she read, a habit that she’d had since her first year. She was oblivious to the world around her as she was thoroughly engrossed in the book, trying to absorb it all for the paper she needed to write. It wasn’t due for three weeks, but she was getting a later jump on it then she would have liked.

Who: Tracey Davis and Sara Moon
What: Sara knows a secret…
When: February 26th
Where: Near the Slytherin Common Room, near Tracey’s secret lab.
Rating: R
Notes: Back to “modern day” in our SL with them.

Tracey was astoundingly happy. She felt the weight of the necklace Heidi had given her around her neck and she loved it. She was still touching it all the time and thinking about Heidi giving it to her.

Things were going well for Tracey. Things were going better than, perhaps, they had ever gone for her before. She had a girlfriend and her potion business was beginning to take off. School was even pretty good. Being happy had improved her grades, even in classes she didn’t normally like. It seemed Heidi had a good effect on her…

She had been hiding in her lab most of the morning filling orders for potions. Tracey had been working hard to make some extra money. After the wonderful gift, Tracey wanted to get Heidi something.

Ducking out, she looked around to make sure no one saw her. Tracey was in her school uniform, shorter skirt and all, with a bit of soot smudged on her cheeks from a small measuring error.

Moving out into the hall, Tracey was tempted to skip back to her room. Chuckling to herself, she rolled her eyes and wondered what had gotten into her.

Who: Tracey Davis and Sara Moon
What: Tracey and Sara give into temptation…
When: November, 5th year.
Where: Transfiguration Classroom/Transfiguration Storage Room
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is a prelude to our Heidi/Tracey storyline. This is the first time story of Tracey and her first girlfriend.

Tracey Davis was fuming. She had her quill in her hand and she was scribbling madly. I will not cause a ruckus in class. I will not cause a ruckus in class. I will not cause a ruckus in class. The stupid lines made her only want to do it more. What was worse was that she and her “accomplice” had nothing to do with it. Pansy and Draco had been causing trouble that she got the blame along with ... Sara Moon.

I wonder who she thinks Draco sound like, me or Sara? Tracey wondered angrily.

Despite her best efforts, Tracey kept looking at her fellow Slytherin out of the corner of her eye. It seemed like the more she tried not to the more she did it. Sara was a bit of a mystery to her, like she suspected she was to Sara. Despite being in the same house, they weren’t friend and weren’t enemies even though they saw each other all the time. They were civil…but they seemed to both avoid each other. Like there was something…wrong with being near the other.

Professor McGonagall eyed both girls suspiciously as they wrote their lines. She was scribbling away herself, though Tracey had no idea about what. Grading papers most likely. She wondered how she did on hers. Probably not all that great. She would be lucky to get a passing OWL in Transfiguration at the end of the year.

Tracey had one hundred lines left to do. She wondered what the old bat would set them to when they were done. Professor Snape wouldn’t have been so unfair if it had happened in his class.

When she was done, she rolled up the parchment. “Finished, Professor,” Tracey announced, her words not even carrying a hint of respect.

“Careful, Miss Davis,” McGonagall said in her nasally prim tone. “If I hear that tone again, rest assured you’ll be doing lines again tomorrow.” Slowly, she stood up and made her way to the door. “Come with me ladies.”

Moving across the hall, she used her wand to unlock her supply closet. Inside was a mess of plates, cups, fabric, cages filled with a variety of animals, bars of varying metals and various other things used as bases for student Transfiguration.

“I want you to organize this room. I will trust it to be done well and without magic. Wands please?” McGonagall held out her hand expectantly, looking over the rims of her glasses. Tracey handed hers over. “They will be waiting for you in your rooms when you are done.”

Turning, the ancient Professor left leaving Sara and Tracey alone. Annoyed, Tracey began to sort through plates by size and cleared off a spot for them on a cramped shelf. “I can’t believe we got in trouble for Draco and Pansy,” she muttered as she worked. “I don’t even like them…”

Her heartbeat got a little quicker as she spoke, but she had no idea why.