"I can not believe her," Hermione said in the Gryffindor common room. "It's just disturbing."

"What is?" Ron asked, sitting next to her on the couch in the Gryffindor common room.

"Harry and I caught Gwyn and Draco shagging in the Prefect's bathroom," Hermione explained.

"Yes, that is disturbing," Ron told her, a frown appearing on his face.

"But the thing I don't get is, how Gwyn can do that?" Hermione told him.

"Well Hermione, when a girl is bored and there is a willing guy," Ron started.

"Shut up, I know that," Hermione said, pushing Ron slightly. "But what I don't get is how she can just be some guy's fling."

"Are you talking about Gwyn?" Seamus asked, coming over.

"Yes," Hermione answered him.

"I heard she's great in the sack," Seamus told them. "Doesn't want a relationship or to cuddle afterwards. Just a shag and that's it."

"Is that all you guys care about?" Hermione asked.

"Well, that's all we think about, but if for some reason we meet someone we really like, we do want more then that," Seamus told her. "However, that doesn't happen very often."

"Oh, that's great to know." Hermione rolled her eyes, and went back to her homework.

"How is she supposed to be great?" Ron asked.

Harry came up and asked, "Who is supposed to be great?"

"Gwyn," Seamus answered her.

"Are you talking about Gwyn?" a seventh year boy asked coming over.

"Yeah," Seamus and Ron answered.

"Excuse me," Hermione said, getting up and walking over to a group of girls.

"So, what is the deal with Gwyn?" Ron asked.

"Ok, talking from personal experiences," the seventh year started. "She knows things about you. She knows what you like, how you like. She pushes your buttons, teases you. Makes you feel like you are going to burst. She's amazing."

"Yeah, but she can't know what everyone likes. Wouldn't that mean she would have to really know you?" Harry asked.

"You could be a complete stranger, and she would still know what you like," some other guy said, coming up to the growing mob.

"Is it true she has no standers?" a third year asked.

"Well, she has to have some standers, but I hear she swings both ways," Dean said.

"How high do you think her standers are?" Neville asked.

"Might be low enough to do you, Neville," Seamus joked with a laugh. This provoked a laugh from the group of guys.

Hermione looked over to a group of guys and asked, to no one in particular, "Why are guys just entertained with just sex and nothing more? Don't they want a relationship?"

"It sad, but they don't want anything more," Parvati said.

"All they care about is shagging. Once they were willing to do anything for it, but now because of Gwyn, they don't have to do anything, just give her a call," Lavender whined.

"But what I don't get is how Gwyn can just have sex, and not care about who she has it with," Hermione told him.

"She doesn't have a soul or a heart," a seventh year told them. "She had sex with my boyfriend and then told about. Wench."

"I've seen her give Dean the eye before," Ginny said. "Harlot."

"I heard she has sex with teachers," an unknown girl told the group.

"Slag." "Slut." "Whore," those were some of the murmurs that went through the girl's group, while there was laughter at the boy's group.

"But the worst thing about Gwyn is, you know the fling is just a fling, but you still want more. Not more like a girlfriend, but more like Gwyn is addicting," a seventh year boy told the group.

"I know, one time after we shagged, I saw her go off towards a closet with another guy, and for some reason I wanted to stop them," a fifth year said.

"Another thing about Gwyn is, when she says it a fling, she means it a one time only deal," a seventh year said.

"Speak for yourself," a fourth year told the group. "If she thinks you're truly cute or really good in bed, it's more then one time."

"If someone had their chance with Gwyn, but they blew it, how often would she give that person a second chance?" Ron asked.

"I'd love to meet the guy who would blow the chance with Gwyn," Dean said. "She practically spells it out for you. If some guy missed her touching his privates, he'd be an easy target."

Ron gulped and shifted uncomfortably.

"Miss Opal, are you listening?" Professor McGonagall asked in an annoyed tone.

"Sorry, what?" Gwyn asked, looking from the fire to McGonagall.

"As I was saying, the teachers have noticed some odd behavior," McGonagall said. "You are constantly late to classes or missing them. And it is rumored you have a reputation with," McGonagall cleared her throat, obviously uncomfortable with the subject.

"I have a reputation with the boys, is that what is rumored?" Gwyn suggested.

"Yes," McGonagall answered her. "Now, we have not contacted you mother or father with this information, but if this kind of behavior continues, we will have to inform them."

"Well, when you figure out who my dad is give me a call," Gwyn said, and then walked out of her office, not turning around as McGonagall called after her.

Gwyn walked down the hallway, back to the Ravenclaw tower, when some tall fifth year came up to her and said, "Hey Gwyn, there's a party in my pants and you're invited."

Gwyn looked him over and asked, "How about some other time? When I feel better so I can give you my undivided attention."

"Sure thing," the kid said and started walking away.

"Wait," Gwyn called after him. He turned around and she asked, "What your name?"

The boy smiled and said, "Manny, Slytherin."

"Ok Manny, Slytherin. I'll give you a call." Then Gwyn kept walking back to the Ravenclaw tower, knowing that she would give him a call in a couple of days.

Ron headed up to the owlery, the next day to send a letter to Fred and George. As he entered the owlery, he spotted Gwyn trying to get an owl over to her. Yet, whenever one did fly towards her, Gwyn would retract her hand and take a step back from the owl. Ron chuckled and said, "They won't hurt you if you don't hurt them."

Gwyn twisted her head into the direction of Ron's voice. She smiled and said, "Yeah I know, but ever since I was four and one of them took a chunk out of my ear, I've been kind of scared of them."

Ron nodded and Gwyn went to try and tie a letter on one unfortunate owl that had landed on a perch close enough to Gwyn. She grabbed the owl a little too sternly, making it snap at her. She threw the owl up, out of fright, and it flew over to Ron. Ron laughed and asked, "Do you want some help?"

"Yes," Gwyn said, gratefully. She handed Ron the letter, who tied it on the bird with out any problems. She smiled and said, "Thank you."

"No problem," Ron told her. Then Ron called for Pig.

Pig flew down, and fluttered around Gwyn. Gwyn tried to bat the owl away from her, and was constantly ducking away from it. Finally Pig landed on her head. Gwyn froze and said, obviously scared, "There's an owl on my head."

"Sorry, that's Pig," Ron told her. "He's an idiot."

After Ron got Pig out of Gwyn's hair, she smiled and said, "That's ok, and that is exactly why I don't like owls. Can't predict them."

Ron smiled and said, "Pig doesn't usually do that, he must like you."

Gwyn rolled her eyes and said, "Great." She started walking towards the door and said, "Thanks again Ron. Bye."

"Wait." Ron walked up to her and said, "Before you go," and then he kissed her.

Gwyn looked at him in shock, Ron didn't know if that was good or not. Ron smiled weakly at her. Gwyn finally said, softly, "I have to go." Then she quickly left the tower.

A/N: thanks for reviewing everyone!
PoTtErRuLz: yup, Gwyn is a whore. hehe! and who isn't sometime in a Ron/Draco slash world? I'm glad you think this story haspotential!
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onlyonceinforever: I don't care if Draco became less anal about his hair in the third book! in this story he still cares about it a little bit!