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FAIR WARNING: For those of you squimish about romantic relationships between three people, don't read. (I think this story is really quite fluffy, I felt the need to write it... I have no idea why...)
Also, you are warned now that there are hints of a romantic relationship that takes place between a professor and a student. If this is going to upset you, turn back now.
Choose
"Choose," Harry commanded, arms folded across his chest. He and Ron were glowering at Hermione with all their might.
Ginny snorted from behind her best friend, "Why should she have to?"
"You stay out of this," Ron demanded, turning his glare towards his sister. "You knew, and you didn't make her stop."
"Why," Ginny asked, taking a step forward and jabbing a long-nailed finger at her brother's chest, "should I have made her stop. Why does she have to choose?"
"Hermione," Harry said, leveling his gaze at her, "Pick one. Us or them. And if you pick us, say good-bye to one of them forever."
Hermione finally found her voice, "Technically, that's two choices, you know." She was in full lecture mode now, "If I choose between them, you'll still be unhappy because you think it's inappropriate to begin with."
Harry shrugged, "You're right. But it's better to date one pervy old bastard than two pervy old bastards."
Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm to stop her from slapping the bespectacled boy. "I understand, Hermione," she murmured soothingly, "You know I do."
"They aren't old," Hermione spat out, "and they aren't perverts. They are kind and witty and charming."
Ron clenched his fist. "Next you'll be claiming Snape is a wonderful man, and you want to date him!"
"I would never," Hermione assured, "take Ginny's boyfriend away from her."
"That had better not be true, Ginevra!" Ron threatened his sister.
Ginny squared her shoulders. "Potions was always my best class, didn't you ever wonder why I got detention so often?" She and Hermione tittered. "He is a lovely man, and we are going to get married!" She stormed out of the room; Ron followed quickly, face puce and knuckles white.
Harry took a step towards his former best friend. "Hermione, you mustn't."
"Don't even, Harry James Potter!" Hermione growled. "Just stay out of my business!" She turned on her heel and walked away; she had men to cook dinner for.
Hermione was toiling over the stove making chicken parmesan when she felt strong arms curl around her waist. She smiled and leaned back into her lover's chest.
"Good evening," he murmured as he kissed the side of her neck.
She turned, giving him a passionate kiss before peering over his shoulder, looking for their other partner. The shaggy-haired man laughed, "He'll be here soon, Luv."
Hermione nodded.
"Starting without me?" the second man pretended to be hurt. He hugged them both, then kissed Hermione quickly.
Hermione's heart swelled with happiness, and as she looked at Sirius and Remus she knew she'd made the right decision.