(Characters etc. belong to JK plot in this story and Gwen is mine and in my mind sexy Sammy's mine too:P)

Love Is A Terrible Thing.

To Love Is A Sin.

To Be Loved Is A Curse.

Jealousy is Love

Guinevere pulled up her thick gown off the lush green grass of the Hogwarts Grounds to expose her feet as she made her way to the castle steps for the annual Sorting of the Students. This happened every year with the new students who applied to the school; they were sorted into proper houses and were instructed with housing rules along with other important rules to follow while staying to learn at the school. This was Guinevere's seventh and finale year at Hogwarts and she was going to miss it, although they said that the Parting Ceremony would be spectacular and there were many balls and such for the seventh years, the Maidens going off to get married and the boys finding their way into manhood. Her long dark auburn hair (that appeared brown) was done up in an elegant style that was fashionable for young women of her age, her skin glowed in the candle light and she greeted old friends. She reached the top of the steps that led to the interior of the Entrance Hall and she looked around at the Grounds and all the people reacquainting themselves with others.

"Guinevere!" Came the strong voice of her father who was leaving the Great Hall: Godric Gryffindor was adorned in colours and felts of scarlet and gold. He gave his daughter a hug and led her to the Great Hall where she greeted the other founders: Rowena Ravenclaw who looked stunning in blue and silver and Helga Hufflepuff who was appealing in gold and black.

She didn't see Salazar Slytherin yet but she brushed it off, she'd rather she didn't have to see him. She took her seat at the Head table and waited with Rowena and Helga as Godric made announcements to the students outside that the sorting would begin. Once everyone was inside the great Double Doors flew open and Salazar came gliding in. He was wearing dark green and black robes and had a sour look on his handsome face. Everyone in the hall watched in silence as he took his long cloak off and threw it against the back of his chair and sat down. It was then Godric resumed speaking to the students. Guinevere noticed an empty chair beside Salazar and wondered who would take that seat. She'd heard her father speaking to the Founding Mothers one day about Salazar's son joining Hogwarts, no one had met him because he was home schooled by Salazar himself and was shut out from the world or some sort of horrible isolation. It was only a few weeks ago that Godric had convinced Salazar to allow him to bring his son to the school to learn with the rest of the students.

Her father made the announcements of rules and regulations and then addressed the seventh year students that there would be many festivals and competitions and balls and such leading up to their departure from the school forever and introduced Guinevere as being the Gryffindor Head Girl for her year and introduced others as prefects and such. He then magically conjured the food and everyone dug in. It was truly a sight, everyone was slobbering as they spoke and food and drink were being spilled on the floor and laughter came from all directions as all the students reminisced.

Guinevere ate slowly and ladylike just like she'd been taught and kept her head to her food not speaking with anyone, since no one her age was close to her. She looked at the tables and saw that all the seventh years were at the head of their tables (the first years were all the way at the back, close to the double doors.) it was a sort of right of passage that every year you would get closer to the Founders until they dubbed you witches or wizards and you could go off into the world. The Departure Ceremony was one that took extensive planning and it was worth it because it was so magnificent where all the Founders dress in jewels and gold and fine items including crown-like circlets upon their heads. Even Guinevere got to wear a 'princess' circlet on her head because she was an Heir to one of the most powerful wizards of the time. Rowena began a conversation with Guinevere and asked her questions about her time off away from school.

"How is your mother darling? Well I hope?"

"She's perfect; while father and I stay here for the school year she and her sister tend to the Gryffindor Mansion back home." She said with a slight smile. Rowena then continued the conversation with Godric who was sitting beside her. Guinevere finished her food quite early and didn't feel like second helpings although she did eat a delicious pie when the desserts were piled before them. Once everyone was done eating and felt like they were going to burst her father stood along with the rest of the males in the Great Hall and then the Founding mothers stood followed by all the females. Guinevere picked up her dress from behind her (since she had sat on it, keeping it away from the floor) and stood to face the Hall.

"May you all have a satisfying night's sleep tonight and your teachers will see you in your studies tomorrow." He nodded his head in a way of saying goodnight and all the people in the Hall followed the example. They left the Great Hall quietly in single files. Guinevere had to wait until everyone was gone before her father extended his arm to Rowena and Salazar did the same to Helga and the Founders walked themselves out. Her father had told her that when Salazar's son would attend the school he would walk her out of the Hall just as they were doing but since he was not there tonight she walked herself out, behind her superiors.

She'd been shown where the Head's dormitory would be, last year, and then made her way up a series of steps and secret passages. She then finally came face to face with the giant doors that led to her chambers. She whispered the password and the doors swung open to admit the Heir. She walked into the beautifully large area that was the common room and her fingers traced over the very beautiful items that were placed around the room and then she saw a giant window directly opposite her, glass was rare and the muggles did not have such things everywhere but since it was Hogwarts they had glass windows everywhere in the castle. She traced the beautiful designs and saw her house crest and smiled proudly. She began to turn around and was startled by the person that had been lurking in the shadows. He grabbed her round the waist from behind and held his warm hand against her mouth as she screamed. She felt his chin against the side of her head and his hard body against hers as she struggled to get free.

"Shhhh." Was all he said and that only made her scream louder into his palm and struggle harder. She tried to pull his hand away from her mouth but he was too strong, she then tried to stomp on his foot but her long gown would not allow it. He half-dragged her across the room and she threw all her weight towards the couch that was in her way. They both went falling for it and as they did so his hand came off her mouth.

"Help me!" She screamed as loud as she could and tried to get out from underneath him but fell to the hard floor. He was too quick and pinned her down, straddling her but not putting his weight on the fragile girl.

"Dear Lord, woman you are persistent. No need to shout." He said as he kept her arms away from his face, pinning them above her head, making him lean close to her.

"Who are you?" She asked and squirmed underneath of him. "What do you want from me? Gold, jewels? Take them, but leave me be."

He laughed at this and shook his dark hair out of his eyes, or at least she thought it was dark considering they were in the dorm in complete darkness and the moonlight was the only source of light from the window. He continued speaking, "are you going to scream if I let you go? And I am Sam, Sam Slytherin."

Guinevere's jaw dropped. He got off her and sat on the couch and helped her up with one hand. "Well…" she said regaining her pride. "Sam you are in my quarters."

"Who're you to bark orders to the Heir of Slytherin—"

"I am Guinevere Gryffindor, Godric Gryffindor's Heir."

It was Sam's turn to drop his jaw. He stared at her in wonder. His father had always told him that Godric was a power-thirsty monster and his Heir was no different; but his father had failed to specify the Heir's gender. He stared at the petite girl in front of him and he fell in love with her instantly. She was beautiful and head-strong and he couldn't keep his eyes off her, but all these thoughts were quickly filled with guilt because his father would practically kill him for loving his 'enemy'. He was staring for so long he missed her next question.

"I'm sorry?"

She huffed and placed her hands on her corseted waist and he watched her pushed-up breasts heave up and down before she repeated her statement.

"You were not at the feast tonight, nor were you there to escort me."

He shrugged his shoulders and replied: "I got lost."

"Yet you manage to find my hidden dormitory?"

He gave her a wide smile that made her knees go weak.

She pulled out her wand and he instinctively pulled his out and sprang to his feet. She merely cast a spell to light all the candles in the dorm illuminating their surroundings. Once she had enough light to look at his face she nearly fainted at his gorgeousness. His black hair just barely covered his green eyes and he had a hint of stubble about his cheeks. He wore elegant expensive clothes that were topped with a long black cloak with the hood lying on his strong shoulders.

He saw her adorned in gold and scarlet (scarlet cloak) and her long hair was playing well with her brown eyes that shot him a look of annoyance. He stared at her exposed chest that had shadows playing across them for a minute before he looked back to her face. He was quite tall and she had to look up to him.

"I'm sure your dorm is around the castle somewhere…now go find it." She said rather harshly and waited for him to leave but instead he bowed his head in respect and as he turned to leave she let her guard down and he spun around and kissed her cheek before striding out of the room. "Good night my Lady Gwen!" He called out, mocking her name. She was going to counterattack but he was already outside. She scoffed at his arrogance and then went up the stone steps to her bedroom and removed her dress by pulling at the laces that were at the front of the dress. She needed assistance with her corset though, since the laces were at the back. She summoned a house elf who was more than happy to assist the Heir. Her little fingers tugged at the strings until they came loose and then the corset came off. Gwen then pulled a nightgown over her head and let her hair down and put it in a simple braid down her back and climbed under the thick covers.

Sam made his way out of the series of doors and secret passageways to his room and didn't bother to look around since he'd already made himself at home before the feast and already marveled at the wonders of his room that was identical to Gwen's apart from colours and symbols. He removed his cloak and threw it across the couch and went up the stone steps to his bedroom. He threw himself onto the bed without bothering to change or removing his muddy boots. He then drifted off into a dreamless sleep—a way his father taught him occlumency to clear his mind completely from enemies.

The next morning came quickly and Guinevere summoned another house elf to help her with her gown; that day she chose not to wear a corset, and chose to wear a simple red dress with the neckline clinging to the rounds of her shoulders and had her hair re-braided in a nicer way that went down her back while having a gold string weaving in and out of it. She wore a gold necklace (but no other jewelry) and slipped on tight brown shoes (slipper-like). Since this was a 'casual' outfit she deemed it worthy of being worn for 'breakfast'. She then put on the long black cloak that was fastened at the neck and then made her way out of her room.

Sam pulled on another wealthy outfit that enhanced his looks and then made his way to the Great Hall, not bothering to fix his ruffled hair that made girls he passed weak in the knees. He smiled at some people in his house and when he reached the Hall he saw them all chattering outside the double doors. He thought this tradition was a waste of time, so he began to barge into the Hall all by himself. He then felt someone tug on his strong arm and he flexed his bicep threateningly. He turned around and faced Gwen. He gave her a smile; she however, glared back at him.

"What are you doing? You cannot go in there, you and I must wait until our superiors are in front of us, and we then go in followed by the rest of the students behind us."

"Let's just go inside, no use of standing out here for hours."

"Oh yes, standing, what a horrible exercise it must be for you." She said sarcastically.

"Well you should at least eat something; maybe if you did something would grow." He said eyeing her exposed-yet-un-enhanced-chest. She then gave him a hard slap that would leave a red mark. Everyone in the Entrance Hall was now looking at the Heirs. "How dare you?" She asked, insulted and hurt.

"Well I only speak the truth, Gwen." He said adding stress on her name and she moved to slap him again but he held her hand and they squirmed for a minute before a powerful voice made them quiver in their shoes.

"Guinevere, Sam!" Godric Gryffindor came striding in with Rowena upon his arm and Salazar had Helga on his. All the Founders had an equal expression of distaste and embarrassment. "Would you be as kind as to escort my daughter into the Hall for breakfast Sir?" Godric asked Sam who had a scared look on his face, one that Guinevere liked to one day be able to impose on him.

"Y-yes my Lord." He said, his voice breaking slightly. He extended his arm for Guinevere who took his rather hardly and they waited for the Founders to pass before they began to walk. She kept her hips bent in the opposite direction, giving her a nice body shape but also making her look awkward. He took a step beside her and she nearly tripped. He held onto her firmly so she wouldn't fall but she held her head high and would not let anything damage her pride. The Founding Fathers kissed their Ladies on the cheeks and took their seats and all four stared Sam and Guinevere down. He reached in to kiss her cheek but she moved away quickly taking her seat.

Once everyone was seated in the tradition Guinevere looked down the Head table and Sam shot her a look with his eyebrows saying 'watch out' and she glared back disgusted that she had to have him on her arm for every ceremony that year. She then decided that this year would be the worst year of her life.

After their breakfast was over they all stood and the Founders left first. Sam stood with his arm extended and she kicked his shin before walking herself down the Hall leaving the rest of the students to watch surprised as Sam held his leg in pain and then hop out behind her.

He soon lost her in the morning crowd as everyone left for their first three classes before lunch. He reluctantly headed for his first class of charms.

She headed the opposite direction; up the stairs to Latin (since most spells were Latin words it was a requirement to know what they meant and how to say them). She was barely paying any attention (which was unlike her) and she felt like she wasn't in her body but was merely watching things from above. All that morning she didn't know what to do or say to anyone, she couldn't even answer any questions, she felt hatred towards Sam who clouded her thoughts and made her go up to her dormitory at lunch to change. She held her corset in her hands and bit her lip…she didn't want him to win but putting it on made her feel better about herself. She finally decided against it and then went back down the flights of stairs to the Entrance Hall where everyone was eagerly waiting for the Founders and the Heirs. Sam was already there, leaning on the pillar outside of the double doors that led into the castle. The sun was shining brightly on his dark hair and there was a slight wind blowing. She walked outside and stood beside him.

"Lovely day," he said eying her quickly before looking out onto the grounds and the wild untamed forest that covered the edges of the Great Lake.

"Yes…it is." She said and played with the gold embroidery at the waist-area of her dress.

"What a shame, the land I mean, it should be put to good use." He said leaning in a way so that he faced her. She was looking out onto the grounds and smiled.

"Yes, I always say I want to make some sort of garden on some part of the grounds, where no one would find me and the joy I would have to spend hours with the flowers, tending to them." Her eyes clouded for a moment with sadness before she shook a few stray hairs out of her eyes.

"Why can't you have one now?"

"I'm far too busy to learn how to create one and my father is busy enough as it is with the Earls and such. I couldn't possibly ask him for anything right now."

The noises inside made them turn to see the Founders walking into the Great Hall, this time Godric had Helga and Salazar had Rowena.

Sam extended his arm but she walked in without it and he followed her quickly so that his pace matched hers and they walked into the Great Hall. She looked at his left hand which was resting on something by his hip and she tried to see what it was that was coming in and out of view from his robes. She saw the flash of a green pommel and silver handle and her gaze followed the shapes to notice it was a sheathed sword. She wondered why he gripped it, not too tight but on the alert as if someone was going to attack. She hastily checked to see if her wand was in her cloak pocket and decided to talk to her father about safety of students and how if they were attacked it would take a long time to pull out their wands. They needed a sort of sheath for the wands…her brilliant mind began to work on designs and ideas for such a thing.

Once they were at the part again where the Founders had to kiss their escorted Ladies' cheeks they again looked at Sam and Guinevere with hope (Salazar with disgust and hatred towards the others' 'hopeful' union of the two) and Sam slowly leaned his head in and she didn't move but had a childish 'ew' look as if the whole thing was 'icky' and his soft lips kissed her gentle white cheek. She moved away without acknowledging him and took her seat beside Helga at the end of her father's side of the table and Sam seated himself beside Rowena who sat on his father's other side, leaving the two most powerful wizards beside each other, each disliking the other.

The lunch-time food appeared and Guinevere looked down at her plate and then at her chest and then looked down the table to see Sam looking at her hopefully—he hadn't intended to insult her, only make her see how thin she was (back in those times having some meat on your bones was considered sexy and feminine). She took her heavy cloth napkin out of her lap and stood and threw it down onto her plate and picked up her dress and stormed out of the Great Hall, the usual lunch noise was gone as everyone watched her leave. Sam excused himself and quietly slipped through the hidden door behind the Head's table.

(A/N: hey you guys, wow two chapters in two days! Woohoo! Lol I just LOVE to tell Sam and Gwen's story, it's so cute I find…anyway hope u find it's cute too, let me know in a review ;) hope u liked it and updates will probably be soon maybe the end of next week? Im gonna try to update as fast as I can whilst trying to study for a science test that's on Friday so I'll see you guys soon and Review plz!)