A/N:: Well, well, well…look who came back…I love all of you so much! Thank you for supporting me…I have been neglecting to thank my beta Shell-Shell12…she is a fantastic beta and makes me feel very proud of myself as a writer.
How could you? Shattering my dream once again…well FINE…Disclaimer: I do not own any and all characters and worlds developed by JK Rowling.
Lemons and swearing, people…lemons and swearing…
Guin groggily opened her eyes as faint voices flooded her consciousness; obviously the two talking were trying to be quiet in order not to wake her up, "We can't let him continue to roam around while he is in the state he is in, Uncle Sev. He is a danger to chaton and everyone else at this school. Just think about what would happen if he suddenly lost control…would you want that on your head?" Draco's deeper timber sooths Guin's frayed nerves from too little sleep.
She is surprised when Snape's voice chimes in, "Of course not, Draco. And I have already said that he needs to be taken care of. But I believe that either you or Blaise handling the situation would be the wrong move. Even if I took care of the situation; it would be taken the wrong way. People would think of it as a grudge killing or just Death Eater's performing a hit. This needs to be handled delicately."
Draco growls at his godfather. "So, what you are saying, Uncle Sev; is that we have to wait for him to actually do something to her before any of us can touch him." Snape must of have made some non-verbal gesture, as Draco's growling grew louder; almost above a whisper. "That is complete and udder bullshit and you know it, Uncle Sev! He needs to be put down like the rabid dog that he is! We cannot allow him to get close enough to hurt her!" His voice rose with every word that he says.
"Calm down, Draco." Snape's voice a cool dulcet, monotone compared to the violent poison spewing from her blonde lover's mouth. "I understand your pain and anger, but you must be quieter; unless your goal was to wake up Guinevere, then by all means, continue until the young lady awakens. We also have everyone else to think about."
"It's okay, Professor, I'm up anyway. Who are you two talking about?" Guin yawns as she sits up and stretches out her arms to loosen her tired muscles. As she sits up the sheets across her body falls to her waist to expose her breasts to the people in the room. Snape's voice catches in his throat and he squeaks as he quickly turns his head to the side. Draco licks his lips at the sight of his lover's breasts but growls at his godfather as he realizes that someone other than Blaise and himself has seen her breasts. Guin, just feeling the cold air on her breasts, gasps and grabs the sheet around her waist to pull it back up to her chest. "I'm sorry! I didn't notice that that had fallen!" Draco glares at Severus.
"Uncle, you better erase that image from your mind. Those breasts are for Blaise and me alone." Draco leans forward and places his forearms on his thighs.
Snape coughs and continues to stare away from Guin as a small blush grows on his cheeks. "Trust me, Draco that was not a sight that I ever want to keep in my memory. Guinevere looks very good but you and Blaise can keep her. Your mother is the only woman for me." Guin lets out a little sigh.
"That is so romantic, Professor. You're in love with Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco looks over at Guin and smiles.
"You can call her either Narcissia or Cissia, chaton. Mother is so looking forward to meeting you. Blaise and I have already written to her about you; she is excited to meet the woman who has stolen our hearts." Draco's face grows softer as he thinks of his mother and Guin getting along. Both he and Blaise have been waiting for this day for a very long time. Finally, all of their dreams were coming true; they had their girl, soon they would have their inheritance, and then they would have the life that they had always wanted. "Un petite, why don't you go get dressed? Uncle Sev and I still have a lot to discuss."
Guin smiles at Draco and pulls the sheet around her body. "Actually, Draco, I think that I'm going to go take a bath. I really want to wash that entire bad dream off of my body. The Prefect's Bath is sounding really good right now." Draco nods at Guin and summons her robe for her. Slipping on the green silk robe, Guin slides out of bed as she ties the robe together. She walks over to Draco and kisses him gently on his lips as she works her slippers on to her feet. "I'll see you in an hour or so. I love you."
Draco smiles at her and pulls her down for a second sweet kiss. "Je t'aime, chaton. Take all the time that you need." His smile quickly turns into a lustful smirk. "The cleaner you get the dirtier Blaise and I can make you." Beside them Snape lets out a choked cough as Guin blushes deeply and smiles at her lover.
"I guess that I will need to get squeaky clean then, won't I?" She smiles cheekily at Draco as he leans back in his chair. Winking at him saucily, Guin giggles as she summons her towel and bath soaps. Guin smiles and walks out of their room to head to the bath. Walking quickly, she makes her way to the baths in record time. Whispering the password, she sighs as the warmth of the room envelops her body when she steps into the room. She walks to the tap and turns on the water; she whispers the spell that adds jasmine and rose scented oil to the water as it runs into the large tub in front of her. Sighing in pleasure, Guin removes the robe and slippers setting the items far enough away from the water so that they wouldn't get wet. She sets the towel closer to herself before lowering her tired body into the welcoming heat of the scented water; fully submerging herself in the bath.
Guin allows her eyes to slowly shut as she sits relaxing in the water. At a leisurely pace, Guin begins to run her washcloth over her body. The young girl moans in contentment as she feels as if all of the bad mojo from the previous night just sloughs off of her body and into the water. Taking her time with washing her long hair and the rest of her body, Guin is oblivious to the sound of the portrait opening and the sound of feet walking toward the bath. Tipping her head back to run water through her suds ridden locks she opens her eyes just in time to see a hand come down over her face to push her under the water. She takes a quick breath just in time as her head sinks underneath the water line.
Struggling and grabbing at the hand keeping her under the water the girl fights the instinct to take another breath as her lungs burn from the lack of oxygen. Suddenly, the hand on her head takes a hold of her hair and pulls her back out of the water. Huge gulps of air enter her body as she drags the air into her lungs before she gets shoved underneath the water once more. She begins to panic as she opens her eyes and looks at the murky water of her bath under the layer of soap. Her finger nails claw at the hand holding her down and she feels small rivulets of blood well up under her fingers. Water splashes about her body and the edge of the tub as she thrashes under the surface. Her vision starts to go black as the burning in her lungs grows to an inferno; before she knows it, she opens her mouth to pull in some air and gets a mouthful of water. She starts to thrash about more before she is pulled from the water and onto the cold, marbled floor of the room. Coughing roughly, she turns on her side to spit the water she had just swallowed. The hand in her hair tugs at the chunks that are clumped together. Guin turns her head, painfully as the roots of her hair screams in agony; she coughs up more water as she gasps in surprise. "H-H-Harry, what are you doing?"
The sneer on his face causes different kinds of shivers to travel down her spine then the shivers from the cold floor. "I just figured that since you didn't have any problem with two death eaters touching your pure, pristine body then you wouldn't have any problem with me touching you." Guin struggles as Harry moves over her body and straddles her waist. He just restrains himself from smacking her to keep her quiet. But he has to be careful not to bruise her face; no bruises were clothes can't cover. Releasing her hair, Harry harshly encircles his hand around both of her wrists and holds them above her head. With his free hand, Harry pulls roughly on her right nipple and grabs hard enough at the soft skin of her breast to leave finger print shaped bruises. Guin cries out in pain as his nails leave crescents in her skin, Harry trails the hand down on her breast and raises welts on her skin as he drags his nails down the sensitive skin of her stomach. Just as the tips of his fingers were touching the top of her slit, Harry gets hit with a blast of light and knocked off of her body. His body is flung into the bath and the water is splashed all over the floor.
A gentle hand is placed on her cheek and a throaty, alto voice sounds above her. "It's going to be alright, Guinevere. I'm going to get you out of here, alright?" Guin opens her eyes, although she doesn't remember closing them, and sees the forest green eyes and dark hair of Pansy Parkinson. The girl above her leaves her for a second and brings back the silk robe that she folded on the ledge away from the bath. "Sit up, sweetie; we need to get this robe on you." A small smile plays on the deep red lips of Pansy. "I would get you your towel but it's kind of soaked, so, we will have to make do with the robe." Guin does as Pansy says and they get the robe on her as they stand her up slowly. The taller girl, by at least six inches, ties the robe firmly then heads out of the room in the direction of the Slytherin dorms.
The almost the entire trip is spent in silence as the two girls walk to their destination. Guin looks over at the taller girl next to her, "Um, not that I'm not grateful and all, but why did you help me? I thought that you wouldn't like me because of…me being with Draco and Blaise." Guin blushes as Pansy slants a look at her before smiling.
"First of all, why wouldn't I help someone who is obviously in need? Especially when they are a woman in distress? Us women got to stick together these days, right? Also, if either Blaise or Dray heard that I left you alone with Potter, while he was molesting you; well, let us just say that I wouldn't be around to enjoy my 18th birthday." She chuckles as she shakes her head in opposition to the thought of Draco and Blaise murdering her. "Plus, I haven't had a crush or any romantic inklings toward those two for years. Many of us realized that we had no hope of with either of those boys in the marriage aspect so we all just kind of settled for the sex part." Placing a gentle hand on Guin's silk covered shoulder, Pansy steers the smaller teen in front of the Slytherin portrait. "Truthfully, all of us are just satisfied with seeing them happy. We trust their judgment and if they think you are the right one for them then who are we to question?" Pansy whispers the password than veers sharply to the right to head to the stairway that leads down to the Head Boy's Dorm deeper in the recesses of the dungeons.
Quickly, the two girls reach the portrait of two knights kneeling at the bottom of a tower with a beautiful princess leaning out of the window. As they approach the princess turns to them and says, "Doth thou have the words that would open the way to my heart?"
Pansy rolls her eyes at Guin who giggles gently at the older girl. "Damn, they always make their password so complicated. Um…" Pansy pauses to think for a moment. "She walks in Beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies, and all that's best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes. Lord Byron." The princess sighs in contentment and nods her head. The portrait swings open and the girls walk through the portrait hole to find the boys sitting in their chairs around the fire with Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe. All of them had a glass of some kind of alcohol in one of their hands and were all listening to Draco tell a story in between puffs on the fat cigar in his left hand. "Draco…" All the boys turn to looks at Pansy and Guin as the girls slowly walk into the room. "That habit of yours is disgusting; as bad as the cigarettes are those cigars are nasty. I should smack whoever introduced you to those disgusting things."
The boys all chuckle at Pansy as she mocks their blond prince. Draco and Blaise smile up and Guin, but frown as they see the distressed state that she is in. Blaise sits up straighter as his face falls, Guin feels a drop of water hit her chest; she raises a hand to her face and feels the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, I guess I'm crying." Her voice sounds strained and slightly hysterical even to her own ears. "I'm going to go get dressed now." Walking slowly into the closet, Guin picks out one of the boys' dress shirts and strips out of her robe. As she stands in the closet she hears the conversation going on outside.
"I found him on top of her, I have no idea what he did to her before I arrived but I am almost positive that he hadn't done anything sexual." Guin jumps as she hears the sound of glass breaking and the loud curse words in French travel into the closet. "I think that he had just started to touch her as I got there." Guin slowly buttons up the shirt that she had chosen as she continues to listen to the conversation.
"Did you leave him breathing?" Draco's venomous voice sends freezing shivers down her spine. "I hope you did, Pandora, because the pleasure of killing him will be left up to Blaise and me. I swear to the gods that I will make him beg for my mercy as I burn his dick off with my lighter. Then I will feed whatever is left of him to my father's chimaeras." Guin lets a sob escape her throat as she listens to Draco talk. Swiftly, the door to the closet is ripped open and Draco is standing at the door frame. "Chaton, je suis dè solè." He stoops down slowly and picks her up just as slowly to take her to bed. The blond lays the girl on the bed as she continues to sob into his shoulder. "Shh, bèbè, shh, he can't get you here. You're safe now, chaton, we aren't going to let anyone hurt you ever again." Draco stares over her head at his friends who sit staring at them from around the fire. When in Draco's arms, it doesn't take long for the young girl to quiet down and begin to drift off from exhaustion.
As the teens all sit in silence, Draco lets out a relaxed sigh as he feels Guin's breathing even out. Guin lies in his arms just on the verge of sleep. Blaise is the one to break the silence, "Okay, I think that chaton has had more than enough excitement for today. We will talk more later." The people who do not sleep in this dorm all nod at those who do and leave the dorm quickly. After the last person leaves Blaise joins his two lovers under the covers. He kisses Guin's cheek and runs his fingers through the tangled mess that is her. Both boys stare into each other's eyes. The last thing that Guin heard before drifting off to sleep was Blaise whispering to Draco, "Alright, Draco, I agree with you. That fucker needs to pay, not only that." Blaise pauses as he leans to kiss Guin's cheek once more. "That fucker needs to be taken out." Guin blacks out as sleep pulls her into unconsciousness.
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
Je t'aime, l'ange = I love you, angel
Tu es d'accord = Is that alright with you?
Mon chou = my dear (literally my cabbage)
Il m'agace vraiment = He is really annoying me
Nous faim petite chaton = our hungry little kitten
Mon trèsor = my treasure
Mon Dieu niquè = My God fuck
Je suis dè solè = I'm sorry
T'es une petite pouffiasse = you're a little slut