A/N: Alrighty! We're giving this a redo! I was re-reading the story on my computer and really just needed to fix it. So…to those of you who have already read/been reading what is up on FF hopefully you can tell the differences in the two versions. If you haven't read it before, well, here you go! I hope that everyone will like the new version!

Disclaimer…I really hate doing these things…but here we go…I do not own Harry Potter. If I did…well…the stories would've gone a lot differently…there would've been a lot more naughtiness…and a lot more Draco Malfoy…just saying…

This story is rated M…because there is no such thing as an NC-17 rating here on FF due to swearing and sexy times…If you don't like it don't read it. You have been thoroughly warned.

Okie dokie now…warnings over…now on to the show! Oh! Happy Holidays everyone! I hope that whatever you celebrate goes smashing!

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"Miss Weasley? Are you paying attention to the lesson?" Blue and green eyes snapped up and stared at the Potions Professor. Professor Snape stared at the red-head with cold, black eyes; one eyebrow raised in question. "Or was I mistaken that, unlike your oaf of a brother, you could advance your year and join the seventh years. But maybe I have misjudged you, if this goes over your head the first day of class." Snickers carried across the room from the Slytherin side as the youngest student in the room fidgeted under the full attention of the class. A pretty, pink blush settled over her pert nose and cheeks. She twirled a lock of hair between her long, painted green, fingers.

"No, sir, you weren't mistaken." Her soft, husky voice carried easily to the front of the room even though she was whispering.

"Then could you please share what was so interesting that you couldn't hear me call your name seven times? Please enlighten us, Ms. Guinevere Weasley." Guin bit down, roughly, on her full bottom lip.

"Uh…" How could she explain that she was thinking about Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini in their tight Quidditch pants? And how after a particularly hard practice she would walk into the Slytherin Boys Locker Room and strip them slowly off the two? Then they would go back to the showers and so that she could scrub those dirty boys clean? "…I was thinking…that…Malfoy was right…about how…" She had to think about what they were talking about before she could give a well thought out answer. "…the Wolfsbane potion is ineffective and unnecessary. If we truly want to help a werewolf we need to find ingredients that are stronger and safer for the witch or wizard." Guin saw her brother Ron and his best friend Harry Potter turn to glare at her for even thinking that a Malfoy could be right. In fact, everyone had turned to stare at the Weasley who openly agreed with Malfoy. The teen himself was staring at her with his trademark smirk gracing his lips and his right eyebrow rising into his hair line.

Professor Snape studied the young girl closely as a look of doubt and mocking settled on his face. The Professor couldn't help but drawl sarcastically at the student before him. "Really, Ms. Weasley, is that so? You think that Mr. Malfoy is correct?" All of the students in the room were studying her closely as they waited for her answer. Everyone wanted to know.

Guin shrugged nonchalantly and pulled a very Slytherin move by raising her eyebrow at the Professor copying his mocking tone and drawled at him in a very similar manner. "If someone is right they shouldn't be ignored just because of their last name, or possibly, oh, let's just say, their house. Wouldn't you agree, sir?" Her smirk on resembled the blond Slytherin in question.

The gasps of her friends and housemates didn't cause her smirk to falter or her staring contest with the Professor to fall. Gryffindor was known for its courage and bravery, yet, Guin seemed to be the only one brave enough to face off against the Potions Professor. Sure, Harry, and many other students, didn't like him and wasn't afraid to hide it, but he never openly stood up to him. She just wasn't afraid of the Professor and knew that Snape respected a student if they didn't back down. The youngest Weasley never backed down.

Snape glared at her but the corner of his mouth quirked up in an almost smile. "Indeed." He drawled out before continuing the class as if nothing happened. Guin sighed in relief as the students turned back to the front of the room. Now she could return to her naughty fantasies about Draco, Blaise, and edible lemon scented body wash. As she got to the part with the men licking down her body, she felt as if she was being watched. The red-headed witch looked up to catch two pairs of eyes staring in her direction. One pair was quicksilver gray; molten and almost swirling in amusement. The second pair was what could only be described as navy blue; twinkling with laughter and something else she couldn't place. Bloody hell… Guin shifted in discomfort underneath their intense gazed as she thought. Those boys-no, those men-are too gorgeous to be here with the rest of us. Her thoughts were stifled quickly as class was dismissed and Guin rushed out of the room to get across the castle to get to Advanced Herbology.

Walking quickly Hermione caught up to her with ease, not even looking at her, the older girl bit her lip to suppress her laughter. "So." The Head Girl glanced at Guin with a knowing look plastered to her face. "Was it the locker room or the library this time?" At the red heads groan of despair, the older witch laughed and ran a hand through her brown curly hair. In the past couple years Hermione had learned several spells to turn her bushy mane into subtle, sexy curls. Her chocolate brown eyes turned to look down at the shorter girl next at her. Guin stood at 5'0" on a good day where the other girl topped at 5'6". Both girls were deliciously curvy; having curves where women should have them, soft in all of the right places.

"The locker room. Edible lemon scented body wash. And tight, leather, Quidditch pants." Hermione laughed again at her friends' confession and misery. Most people still thought of her as Ron and Harry's friend; the truth being that she spent most of her time with Ron's more studious little sister. Both shared a love of books and learning, knowing how valuable they were in life, and being the Head Girl and the one student given the honor to move from sixth year to seventh year in the past 50 years, they were closer than other friends have ever been. It was even at Hermione's insistence that Guin petitioned for moving up a year going from a sixth year to a seventh year.

Both girls saw Ron, Harry, and all of their friends standing against the wall ahead of them. The young red head turned her head back to Hermione and raised an eyebrow at her best friend. "What do you think that is about? They are looking rather conspiratorial over there."

Scoffing, Hermione shook her head and snorted before linking arms with her best friend. "Who in the bloody hell knows. Probably some crazy plan that they'll try to rope me into again that will land them in detention. I'm just glad that all of that is behind me." The brunette doesn't even spare them a second glance as the two girls moved along without a second thought. After six years, the only girl part of the famous Golden Trio grew tired of the constant danger and threats that came from being part of the same group. Ron and Harry weren't too happy about her decision and both were still cross at the girl who had been their friend since first year. But with no known activity from the Death Eaters for the past year…she thought that it was about time that all three of them moved on. Other than that what did the three of them truly have in common?

Pursing her lips, the older girl looked down at her best friend and giggled. "Never mind them, baby. Tell me all about this daydream that you had!" By the time that the two girls had reached the greenhouse where their class was going to take place the youngest Weasley had detailed everything to the Head Girl. Both were giggling and snickering as each one added details to the fantasy that just made it dirtier and dirtier by the second.

"Oh, baby. You need to stop reading those romance novels. They are distracting you with yummy ideas." The two girls sat in the greenhouse and waited for the class to begin. Hermione shook her head as she got out her supplies to wait for Professor Sprout to start the class. "Not that those two in Quidditch pants aren't wet dream worthy, but you have been distracted by said dreams all day. Not that you haven't been plagued by these types of thoughts for the past two months since the start of school or, for that matter, the past four years. One of these days your wet dreams are going to get you into a whole mess of trouble."

Guin growled at the Head Girl. "Don't you think I know that? Dangerous thoughts about-"Suddenly clamping her plump lips shut, she was aware that somebody was listening to their conversation. Her eyes widened a small degree and an almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips.

"Please," A deep, lightly accented, voice commented. Both girls twisted their bodies toward the male that was talking. "don't mind us, chaton. Just what kind of dangerous thoughts could go through your innocent mind?" Blaise Zabini chuckled gently as Draco Malfoy, his usual companion, sat next to him smirking, sexily. Both boys were staring at the girls as if they already knew what the girls were talking about but were holding back until given their cues. Both pairs of eyes spoke of their mischief and amusement but only held the red head in front of them in rapture.

"Probably not returning a book on time, eh, mon ami? Or maybe doing the homework your way instead of the teachers? Oui, ma petite chaton. You live life on the edge." Draco's sexy, smooth, deep voice rolled as he spoke to Guin. Making her hormones do a little dance in excitement at the attention that he was paying her.

Guin blushed at their teasing and narrowed her eyes at the uber-sexy men. "I have very dangerous thoughts. You wouldn't even believe the things that I think of." Her voice fell as she realized the words that had just spilled from her mouth. Both Draco and Blaise's eyes burned with an emotion that Guin couldn't name as her words sunk in to the three people active in the conversation. They way that were looking at her caused her breath to catch in her throat and her thighs to press tightly together. She turned back around as Professor Sprout began to outline the class that day; so engrossed with taking notes that the red head didn't even notice as a warm pair of lips caressed the shell of her ear and a deep chuckle sounded out. She became hyper-aware of her surroundings as the warm tongue slipped through the seam of the lips to tenderly lick the outline of her ear. The breath fanned out over her cheek and she could smell the cinnamon scent; Guin guessed it had to be Blaise, Draco's seemed more of a peppermint kind of guy to her.

"Non, mon ami." She was surprised by the smooth voice of Draco Malfoy. "We can guess just what you think of…because we think about it as well." Guin gasped almost inaudibly. "Bon, ma chaton, we've heard you were a quick study." The warm breath left her ear as Draco sat back in his seat and Guin visibly shivered at the loss of the warmth. The Head Boy chuckled at her response and Blaise leaned over to whisper in French into his ear. Hermione looked over at her friend with a mixed look of confusion and amusement on her face. Guin worried her bottom lip as she whispered.

"Mamma, this is going to be a year to remember."

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A/N: These chapters will all get a little longer…everything is going to get a little more done. Hopefully it'll all work out okay. Please review and let me know what you think! Your reviews would be the best Christmas present that I could ever get! So just hit that little button and be my Santa…

French to English Translations in Order They Appear

Chaton = kitten

Mon ami = my love/my friend

Oui = yes

Oui, ma petite chaton = yes, my little kitten

Non, mon ami = no, my love

Bon, ma chaton = good, my kitten

Ma cherie = my darling

Un petite = little one

Mon Dieu, mon ami = My God, my love

Mon angel = my angel

Bon femme = good girl