A/N:: Hello, there! Welcome to the seventh chapter! It loves you. I love you. And the world mildly likes you. Have fun everyone!
I won't make a fuss this time…Disclaimer: I do not own any and all characters and worlds developed by JK Rowling. See, I can be civil…
Lemons and swearing…remember…you have been warned….
"Wakey wakey…" A low, soothing voice whispers in her ear and worms its way into her brain. Guin groans and rolls over onto her stomach from her back; she snuggles farther into the covers to go back to sleep. "Baby, you need to get up…we have classes today…" Moaning her disinterest, the young redhead rubs her face against the cool silk of her pillow. Wait, silk…? Groggily, she raises her head to look at the new green silk pillow case and sheets.
"What the hell…?" Voice rough with sleep, Guin runs her hands over the silk on the bed and her body. "How did I get these things?" A chuckle to her left causes her to look over confusedly at Hermione.
"Your men how else? They tucked you into bed last night and charmed the nighty onto you. I don't know when they did the sheets, but who else would choose green silk sheets." Guin looks down at herself and sees the Slytherin green silk covering her body just barely. She can see her nipples standing at attention through the material and her legs showing through the silk at the hem. The sheets only a slightly darker shade than the smooth fabric on her body; a sleepy smile spreads over her face as she runs her hand over both areas.
Guin slowly stands up and stretches her muscles out. She blushes as she feels the cold air breeze across the exposed skin of her lower lips and it causes her to shiver. Hermione smirks at her and shakes her head. "Go on then, baby. Get dressed and I will see you at breakfast; I will try to keep Ron and the others at bay until you get down there. After that I cannot guarantee what will happen." Shaking her head, Hermione heads out to the Great Hall with an even gate.
After dressing, and exiting the Gryffindor Common Room at her own leisure, Guin makes her way down to the Great Hall. Quietly sitting down in her usual spot next to Hermione, the young Weasley ignores the stares of the people around her, and pours herself a glass of pumpkin juice. She turns her head to smile at her friends and her sister. Collin sits biting his lip looking like he is dying to ask her something. "What is it, Collin? You know that you can ask me anything."
Collin's eyes grow wide as he shouts. "Are Malfoy and Zabini as big as everyone says they are? Are they as amazing with everyone says they are? Do they really have sex with each other? Everyone says that they are into some dark shit, are they?" Collin licks his lips and gets a dreamy look on his face. Hermione and Ginny are staring at her expectantly; so is everyone else at the table. Smiling, Collin continues. "Do they speak French throughout the entire sex sessions? That must be really hot…do they have sexy French names for their…you know what's…?" A deep blush settles over Guin's cheeks and she shifts uncomfortably. Everyone leans forward and waits for the answers. Guin looks around to find an out to escape this conversation and spies her men staring at her with their whole bodies shaking with laughter. Not even bothering to offer an explanation, Guin stands up and walks around the table to get to the Slytherin one.
Both Draco and Blaise are staring at her with amused glints in their eyes, their bodies shaking with mirth, they gesture for her to sit down in the empty seat between Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass. The girls in question were staring at her with curious glances and subtle shakes of their heads. Guin pouts at the boys, "Please don't tell me that you can read lips…"
Blaise smirks at her before saying, "No, but your buddy Creevey was talking loud enough for most of the Great Hall to hear." He chuckles harder and looks at Draco, who is biting his lips to stop from laughing too hard, before turning back to Guin. "So, what are you going to say to Creevey? Are you going to tell him everything that we have done to each other? Or are you going to leave them guessing?"
Guin worries her lower lip as the ever-present blush on her cheeks deepens to a bright, ripe, red color. "Well, what am I allowed to say? I don't want people to know anything that you don't want them to know…I want you to be happy with me…" She smiles shyly at Blaise and Draco who sit staring at her seriously. A slow smile breaks out on the aristocratic faces of the men before her. Draco leans over the table, grabs her chin, and pulls Guin into a soul wrenching kiss. Turning her head, Draco frees her lips and gives them over to Blaise as the raven haired lover takes over the kissing. After a little tonguing, Blaise lets her sit back in her seat.
"Oh, chaton, this is the reason we chose you." Draco smiles at her genuinely as he picks up her hand and runs his fingers across her knuckles. "Nobody has ever asked us if we wanted to keep things quiet. People have just always spread all the gossip about us. You are the first one to ask us if we wanted to tell others; the first one to want to make us happy, not the other way around. And for the first time," Draco glances at Blaise, who nods at him and smiles at Guin, "we want people to know about us. We are so proud of you that it is rather ridiculous. Whatever you feel comfortable telling people is fine with us." Guin smiles at them proudly and nods fast enough to start her hair flying, which causes the men to laugh loudly.
Smiling again, Guin stands up and leans over the table to peck them both on the cheek. Draco and Blaise scowl at her as she straightens back up. "What?" As they continue to frown at her Guin smiles broader at them. "I think you two have had enough sugar this morning. I will see you between classes and during detention, goodbye…" She turns to walk away, possibly adding a little extra sway in her step as she walks, but looks over her shoulder to smirk at the boys with a very familiar smirk. "…lovers." Blaise and Draco groan as she walks away and growl as she wiggles her butt a little more than needed, not that they were complaining about her butt wiggling, before her lower half disappears as rounds the corner of her table to sit.
Hermione smiles at her as she hands her a glass of pumpkin juice. "Damn, baby, those were some kisses. Need to go change your underwear before we go to class?" Guin ignores her question and finishes her pumpkin juice.
Turning to smile at her three best friends, Guin says, "I will tell you what you want to know after dinner but before my detention. And only if you promise not to tell anything I tell you to anyone. What we do in private is private; if people see us kiss or do a little more than fine. But I will not have our love life ruined by the rest of the people in school." Guin stands up with her books and bag; she smiles at Hermione but smiles at Draco and Blaise before saying, "And Hermione…what underwear?" Twin groans come from the Slytherin table as the full power of their little lover's words hit them. And gasps come from the Gryffindor table as Ginny and Collin get what she just said. Guin laughs whole heartedly as she walks out of the Great Hall with Hermione by her side.
French to English Translations in Order They Appear
Chaton = kitten
Mon ami = my love
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
Ma joie de vivre = the joy of my life
Mi dragon = my dragon
Salope = bitch
Oui, Elle est bien roulèe = yes, she has a nice body (Literally: She's well-curved)
Mon lapin = my rabbit
Bèbè = baby
Mon amour = my love
Nous avons niquè et on s'est mis à poil, tu pauvre type = We fucked and we got naked, you loser.
Je meurs de soif = I am dying of thirst
Avons fait l'amour = make love
Tu peux garder un secret = Can you keep a secret?
Dèlicieux petite le chatte de ta = delicious little pussy of yours
Je va pas bouffer ta le chatte, chaton = I'm going to eat your pussy, kitten
Nous belle femme = our beautiful woman
Merde = shit
Niquè = fuck
