"You know guys," I smiled at the two girls in front of me, "I think this is going to be a great year."

"Oh yeah, and why's that?" Ginny asked, brushing her long, carrot red hair.

The three of us were lounging in Ginny's room, preparing for another year at Hogwarts. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and I would be in our seventh year, while Ginny's in her sixth. I plopped down on the bed next to Hermione before saying, "Because this year, we're the queens of the school, Remus and Lupin will be teaching, and since Hermione and Ron here are head boy and girl, there's no one but the professors to enforce the rules on us. And we all know how easy it is to sneak around them."

I caught the smirk on Ginny's face, but Hermione just shrugged. She's so straight edge it's not even funny. "So Courtney does this mean you're giving up on your mission to sleep in every dorm possible, except your own again?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, I refuse to sleep in that bloody dorm because I. Hate. Lavender!" I gritted my teeth in annoyance, but Hermione rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue in that prissy, know it all way. "You know," I continued, "I wouldn't have such a problem if she'd get off my case about the Seamus thing."

"Well, you did sleep with him Court," Ginny butted in.

God, I'm SO sick of hearing that. "I didn't know they were dating!" This time, they both rolled their eyes. "Maybe if Lavender wasn't such a shitty girlfriend, Seamus wouldn't have been begging me for a night in his dorm." I have a serious case of operating my mouth before my brain. "And you know she started that rumor about me and Ron, Hermione."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But seriously, it's hard to tell what are and aren't rumors. Honestly, how many guys did you shag last year?" They both looked at me with equal curiosity. 'Oh my little sexually limited, straight edge chicas,' I thought. 'If only you could broaden your horizons.'

"Only five," I answered nonchalantly.

"And how many were there in fifth year, after Fred and George left?" Ginny crossed her arms.

I thought for a moment. Fifth year, by far, was my least favorite. Not only was Umbridge a total bitch, but Fred and George left. The twins, as many later learned, were the only reason I wasn't a slut in fourth and fifth year. I used to squeeze in between the two of them and sleep soundly after a night of laughs and kisses. We never shagged, though; that'd be just too weird. But when they left, well, I had Lee, but after a couple nights with him... "Four," I shrugged.

Trying to ignore their stunned faces, I peeled of the PJ shirt I had on and hastily began searching for a new one. Of course, just my luck, Ron and Harry decided now was the perfect moment to enter Ginny's room. "Seriously, do people ever knock?" I didn't even bother to cover up at this point. C'mon, I had a bra on and it's not like either of them had never seen a girl in a bra before. But the beat red color Ron's face and the wide eyed, deer in headlights look Harry has on when they see me topless is classic. You'd think after a year of me sneaking into their dorm to fool around with Seamus, they'd be used to it.

"Ron!" Hermione screeched. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing; not knocking!"

Ah, young love. "Don't sweat it Hermy," I smiled, buttoning up a flannel (compliments to Blaise). "I'm all set now, so no harm done. Now, we should be leaving soon, right?"

I grabbed my trunk and walked past the boys, smiling as sweetly as I could to the both of them. I really think its funny how upset Ginny and Hermione get when I walk around in my bra. I'm only two sizes bigger then them and yet, you'd think I'm fucking Pamela Anderson or something with some of the looks guys give me...