I'm aware that Hermione cant be a prefect in year 4 but I JUST DONT CARE. A new character is introduced here! Chapter four will introduce two more. Minor kink in this chapter, pure smut in the next.


By the time "Detention has been rescheduled" left the stout professor's lips, Cal had sauntered off, and the three Gryffindors had practically sprinted back to their dormitories like Fluffy was back on their heels, leaving Gigi alone with the quidditch captain.

"I'm a big girl, Wood, I can manage to find my way to the Slytherin common room well enough on my own." She bit. The dimming night sky carrying in from the extreme few openings down in the dungeon. Beside her, the jock walked at a leisurely pace, making Gigi take great strides to keep in front of him.

"I have no doubt about that, but Professor's orders." He lazed, putting his highly muscled arms behind his head as he walked a smidge quicker to keep up with her pace.

"Do you always do what mommy tells you?"

"M-mommy-? I'-I'm head boy!" He blinked. She considered patting him on the arm in a mocking gesture but hesitated, concerned by the stirring drive to do so and the opposing voice in her mind that screamed in opposition. "Sure, you are."

"Do you plan on trying out for the Slytherin quidditch team? Are their quidditch teams in America?"

"Why on earth would I do that? Quidditch is an asinine sport, filled with men who've taken far too many bludgers to the head to act decent in public." She stopped walking now, turning to face the boy who brought his arm down to rest in his deep pockets, drawing her eyes away from the abdominal muscles that once displayed against his tight pulled back shirt. She mentally shook her head, his abs and pecs were not what she should be thinking about. What were they talking about again?

"Pucey is on the team. As are a few others." He responded, looking at her pointedly. No doubt word had already gotten around in the past few days about her romps with the athletic boy. Oliver reached an arm out, resting his soft hand against her upper bicep, "But its well enough, you probably cannot fly with enough skill anyway."

Her resist to remove his arm from her person immediately washed away like a cold white sheet draped over her bare back, and she gripped his hand and pushed it back, "You're a certified dirtbag, Gryffindor."

He hummed in response before taking another step towards her, their conversation short but the sky had grown much darker now and the candles in the dungeons were burning down to curfew. "And you're quite the trollop, Slytherin."

"I may be.. adventurous, but even I wouldn't want to touch you with a ten foot broomstick. Not a broomstick, not your wood, not YOU, Wood." Gigi narrowed her eyes, wishing she had brought her robes with her to detention as magically cool breeze swept through the dungeon, wafting out the candles that lighted their vision, leaving the pair in pure darkness as a shiver ran down her body at an antagonizing slow pace.

"If that's the case, why are you still holding my hand?" Oliver grinned, despite it being covered by the darkness around him. With a huff, his hand was left alone as her footsteps echoed down the hall at a steady fast pace.


Mornings had come and gone and Gigi had just arrived to breakfast before potions. The Slytherin table was sporadically seated with students, as most have already come and gone. She took a seat across from the quidditch boys and grabbed for a piece of toast.

"I missed you after detention last night." Pucey spoke up, bringing her attention to him for the first time.

She frowned, mind sidetracked as she remembered he had wanted to speak with her. "I'm sorry, I forgot. Detention was canceled and I got stuck with- Nevermind. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

He shook his head at her, looking away. "No matter now, I'll tell you as I walk you to class." He looked back at her with a cheesy grin. Many bites and a glass of pumpkin juice later, the two set off towards the dungeon, only getting a quarter of the way there before they found themselves in an empty hall and Pucey spoke up.

"Gigi.. I wanted to ask you.."

"Ask me what?" "Well maybe I should just show you." Hesitantly but with a quick shuffle into his robes, he pulled out a velvet box, opening it to reveal a silver skinny chain necklace, short enough in length to be an evident choker, drops of small diamonds hanging from it like twinkling Christmas lights. An amber stone surrounded by miniature emeralds hung from the center, reminding her of a dying Christmas wreath.

"I want to court you." Pucey said seriously, unfortunately brave enough to stare into her eyes as she studied him in surprise.

"Is this-.. IS this because I'm a Black?" Pucey blinked quickly. "My sister warned me about this. Pureblood Slytherin boys being barked at by their parents to marry one of the infamous Black bastard daughters of the legendary death eater heir." Gigi glared, her toffee pools burning into something akin to hot hazelnut coffee as she took a step back in offence.

"That's not it.. Okay well maybe that's part of it. My parents have been down my neck for three years now about making a good match – and you are a Black, it would get them so far off my case-" he stopped his tirade after a glance into her quickly angering eyes. "I like you, that's most of it Gigi, I swear, I really like you."

She frowned, her eyes softening for only a second before she busted out in cackling laughter. "Oh Pucey you fool, I don't date. I don't plan to stop my fun anytime soon. I'm sure you're well aware of my conquests."

Detached from the situation entirely, she turned and cavorted down the hall, leaving the older boy standing in disbelief and distress before he snapped the velvety box closed in anger.


Gigi made it to potions quick enough, sitting in the currently empty seat next to her sister and striking up a conversation of the recent events. Cal handed her a quaffle shaped cookie she poached from the kitchens, causing Gigi to grimace at the shape. However her expression of dissatisfaction never made it out of her mouth, for the moment she opened it a loud boasting voice taunted them from across the room.

"Its not a coincidence that Slytherin, snakes, slappers, and slags all start with 'S.' But if you ask me, they should start with 'G,' Harry."

Beside her, Cal blanched before pulling her sister back into the seat, not eager to gain another detention for whatever violent act the tanned beauty could come up with. Instead, she took out her quill and ink and lifted the girls sleeve.

"What are you doing?" Cal hushed her quickly, working with bold strokes before sitting up straight, no longer hunched over what was once Gigi's clean tanned arm. Instead, in its place, was a tan arm that accompanied a very dark, with worrisome accuracy, dark mark.

With a feral grin, Gigi stood up and sauntered around the room beside the Gryiffindors, showing off the crudely drawn, and now slightly running, dark mark in every angle she could manage to pose in. "Oh look at me, scary death eater in a skirt! How ever will you survive my presence… less you faint or tuck tail and run, Weaselbee." The golden three mixed with a range of motions from rage, staining the Weasley red, to unaccompanied fear on the brunette girl. The psuedotattoo began to wiggle around her arm, morphing in a way the real mark would as Cal charmed it from across the class, not noticing the Slytherin students around her cringing as they paled. Spare seat now occupied by her dark-skinned lab partner, Cal became temporarily distracted from Gigi's taunting antics, only brought back to reality by the classroom door slamming shut with the menacing force magic could not muster, but brute strength could. Brute strength brought upon by pure fury.

Snape marched up to the front of the class, grabbing Gigi as he went, dragging her by her now magic-free but ink-stained arm. "I warned you if you disrespected my classroom again, I would have you punished."

Gigi gulped, not use to seeing such a pure look of anger upon the mans face, and she feared for the first time that this punishment wouldn't end in her favor.

But mistaken once again, a silent gesture of eyes and legilimency between professor and god-daughter softened the look upon his face. With wand swishing in the air before her, a paddle appeared upon the professors desk, and her eyes lit up in a mix of excitement and nervousness before she glanced back at her classmates, half of which seemed excited and the other horrified. Cal covered her eyes as she put her head down, face first on the table in front of her, a comforting large and warm hand pressed into her back from Zabini beside her.

"Bend. Over." Gigi complied, turning her back toward the class as she bent over the desk, now clear of papers. She situated the front of her thighs against the hard edge of wood and pressed her chest into the top, hands at the side of her head, resting flat from her fingertips to her elbows alongside her ribs. She felt the cold drift of air on her rear as her skirt was delicately lifted up and onto her lower back, exposing her silver lace knickers that covered her bronzed voluptuous butt. Stifles of giggles and hisses of breath could barely be heard behind her as blood rushed to her ears and her heart beat so heavily in her chest she took a silent shaky intake of breath but felt no comfort of oxygen before the cool wood of a paddle rested softly on the center of her cheeks, only to disappear away a second later before rapidly reappearing against her backside. Blood rushed to the area as a loud popping sound was made, causing Gigi to bite her lip to repress a hiss. The paddle disappeared again, coming back down harder, and fighting to hold in a moan of embarrassing pleasure at being spanked by her older lover in front of her peers, she felt the very tinge of hot wetness gather between her upper thighs. The heat of the red bruising spread over her entire rear as the paddle came back down upon her three more times. With the last smack coming down harder than the second, she shifted against the table, legs spreading if only slightly as her back arched more into the air. With a bit of misfortune and a lot of consequence, the paddle came down upon her a final time, cover the area of her butt and now, her exposed middle. The heat of the engorged clit being struck caused Gigi to bite out a moan that could no longer be curbed. The room had gone inanely quiet during the paddling, and the sound of pleasure was sure to keep the students quiet throughout the rest of the morning.

With her skirt replaced over her bruised rear, she was ordered back to her seat where she wobbled confidently with a blush covering her face.


Her feet padded down the hallway in a hurry, chasing after the large carnivorous creature that was chasing her precious baby, Hogun. You think the owl would have been wise enough to fly out of the owlery and into the sky when the large cat appeared. But ruttier than Errol, the bird flew out and into the corridor, the bloody beast chasing it with a vengeance. The young muggleborn girl dashed around the corner after them, her bronze and blue tie whipping beside her. Her luck continued to run out as she crashed into a very hard and tall body, sending them both to the floor.

"Hey! Watc- YOU. Filthy mudblood! Watch where you're going!" Marcus yelled furiously as he stood up and adjusted his robes, grabbing his wand from the floor before pointing the object at the offending young girl, who backed away from him in a crab like motion on the floor. Even in her fear, heat pooled in her at the sight of his worked up face, his chest heaving in adrenaline as sweat begin to touch his forehead underneath his fallen hair.

"Watch yourself, Flint. What would daddy say?" a bored tone came from behind him.

"He'd be more than proud." Flint growled, putting his wand away and looking back at the two girls.

"What would Mak say?" The same voice asked from the other side of Flint. He kept quiet as he turned back around, grabbed his bag and walked off, making sure to knock into the shoulders of the two shorter girls on his way. "Filthy blood traitors, befriending mudbloods."

A whisper of a different voice came this time, before Flint found himself sprawled on the floor gasping as a tickling charm took him over. The whisperer stepped toward her, and reached an arm down to help her up.

"Hey are you alright, I'm Gigi."

An arm with a long scar running along the forearm in a twisted motion reached back, taking the older girls hand and allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. "Artemis, and I'm fine, thank you."

"No problem, what's the rush? Running around the corridors like that is sure to cause trouble for you."

"This crazy beast is chasing my owl around the school!"

"Crazed beast?" Gigi whined nervously.

Cals voice followed as she walked up, "Around the school….? The owl… can it not fly?"

"It can fly just fine!" The ravenclaw huffed, offended slightly. "This insanely large spotted cat is out for its blood!"

Gigi blanched, "Fuuck, I'm so sorry chick. That's gotta be Hocus, I just know it!"

"Hocus?" "My serval, The Baptizer gave her to me as a birthday present when I turned twelve."

"The Baptizer?" Artemis was beginning to think her luck went from crazy-blood-thirsty-slytherin to crazy-looney-as-Lovegood.

"That's my sisters nickname." "Begrudgingly." "She totally drowned –" "allegedly." "– this kid named Reynold at our old school." "That was never proven." "They found him floating face down in a puddle in front of the school." "It was the school fountain."

Artemis blinked, looking between he two girls before nodding slowly, "Okay. Sure. Can you just help me save my owl?"