Sadistic Choice

Friday night had arrived, and the evening was moving fast as I lay in my dormitory four-poster. Thankfully I was alone; I wasn't in the mood to be in the hustle and bustle (that the Weasley twins were causing, no doubt) of the common room. I turned my head to glance at the time; dinner was a mere five minutes away. I decided to (finally) head down to the common room. I wouldn't be able to avoid it forever.

"Hermione, what's wrong? You look terrible." I should've known they'd notice my moping.

"It's nothing Harry, really. Come on, dinner's in a few minutes."

I headed toward the portrait hole, but behind me I could've sworn I hear Ron mutter "Do you get the feeling she's hiding something from us again?" Frankly that made me feel even worse, knowing that I actually was hiding something from them, something that would tear them both apart inside. I was having second thoughts as I made my way with Harry and Ron down to dinner, but as I entered the Great Hall and spotted Draco at the Slytherin table, I felt that familiar pull toward him. I smiled at him, and he winked back.

Dinner seemed to go by quicker than usual. It seemed we'd only been in the Great Hall ten minutes when I was finishing my steak-and-kidney pudding. My heart was pounding already; soon I'd be heading out into the Entrance Hall, making up some excuse to stray off to the seventh floor, in the corridor opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.

In what seemed no time at all, Dumbledore stood and beamed at the entire Great Hall. "And now that we have all eaten and drinken, it is time for bed. Off you go!"

Now I was shaking along with my heart pounding. I chanced a nervous glance over to the Slytherin table and I saw Draco rise, wink at me again, and head to the Entrance Hall with the rest of the Slytherins, Crabbe and Goyle in close proximity.

"Hermione, why do you keep glancing at the Slytherin table?" Ron asked.

"I'm not Ron, wherever did you get that idea? I'm glancing at the Ravenclaw table, at Luna - we've gotten quite close over the last year." Was I really coming up with alibis that easily?

"Whatever you say Hermione."

I finally made my way out into the Entrance Hall; now my task was to get to the seventh floor. How I'd do that without Harry and Ron noticing, however, I didn't know.

"Hey, why don't you two head up to the common room? I've got a little work to do in the library."

"Hermione! You've been in the library all week! Take some time off, please? For me?"

"I'm so sorry Harry, I can't. That's...why I was glancing at Luna," I caught sight of her out of the corner of my eye, "we're working together in the library."

"Hermione, she's in fourth year; what kind of work could you be doing with her?"

"I'm helping her with some of her work Ron! Look Harry, I'll see you later on tonight, all right?" and just to take his mind out of the suspicious range, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him the deepest kiss I could.

"Okay Hermione, I'll leave you alone for tonight. Come on Ron, we'll see you later tonight Hermione."

He kissed me one last time and disappeared up the marble staircase to Gryffindor Tower. I felt another small pang of guilt but ignored it and quickly ran to catch up with the fading outline of Luna.

"Luna! I need your help." I couldn't risk Harry or Ron finding out that I wasn't in the library with Luna.

"Yes, Hermione Granger?"

"I need you to go to the library for me. If anyone asks you whether I was with you or not, tell them I was. If anyone approaches you in the library tell them...I went to the bathroom or something."

"Okay Hermione. I don't really know why I'm doing this, but I'm always ready to help a friend in need."

"Oh thanks Luna!" I brought her into a huge embrace then made my way quickly up the stairs.

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I glanced at the incredibly convenient clock on the wall in the Room of Requirement. I was praying to myself that Hermione was on her way. I, the ultimate Slytherin sex god, was getting restless as I paced back and forth. It was quite pathetic that I couldn't find anything to do but pace. Draco Malfoy, the ultimate Slytherin sex god. That phrase has quite a ring to it I thought as my feet kept carrying me across the room.

A few minutes later, however, I heard the knob on the door creak and in came Granger Manger. Ew, what a despicable nickname, must work on that. Anyhoo, I approached Miss Hermione with a seductive stride in my step.

"I didn't think you'd show up." Must work on my seductive voice as well.

"Surely you don't think I'm a coward, Draco?" I'm being beaten in a battle of seductive tones. Oh the horror!

"Oh I hope not," and I kissed her. This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

The rest was lost in a whirlwind of bliss. I'm not sure how long we were in the Room of Requirement (uninterrupted, hehe), but it was a shocking midnight when we said good night. I remember, however, fragments of the evening. I remember snaking and working my way under her robes, I remember laying her down on the (terribly convenient) bed, I remember touching her, kissing her. And she said it only hurt a little when we made love. She also said I was very gentle. Ha! I am a Slytherin sex god. What am I saying, of course I am! Anyway, I let her lay in my arms for a while afterward, but like all good things the night had to come to an end. Wow, I remember a lot more than I thought!

The problem now was who she was going to choose, between my Slytherin sex god self and that prat Potter. I met them in the Gryffindor common room that weekend, much to the disgust of many of the idiot Gryffindors.

"Okay, I'm going to make my final decision between the two of you. One of you is going to be dismissed. Ugh, I watch too much MTV."

"What's MTV?" I asked.

"Shut it, you albino snake."

"Anyway, gentlemen," Hermione interrupted, "I've come to my final decision. Now Harry, I love you, but I can't keep sneaking around..."

"I know that's right," Potter rudely blurted out.

"Therefore, since I'm sure you don't even want me back, Harry, after what I did to you...I'm afraid you're dismissed. I'm sorry, but I choose Draco."

"Are you sure, Hermione?" I was beaming. Ha! Slytherin sex god scores!

"I'm sure." And she kissed me.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" Harry wailed.

"Oh stop blubbering Harry! Relax, we're still friends."

"Don't talk to me for at least a month Hermione Granger!" And he stormed away.

"What's his problem?" I asked, still holding Hermione.

"I dunno," And she pressed her lips to mine again. It was a Romantic Comedy ending to a Romantically Comedic week.