HARRY POTTER AND THE GIRL DILEMMA
Chapter #2
A Love Square
Draco and Hermione had each ordered separate rooms but now Hermione was
sitting on Draco's loveseat, kissing Draco.
Hermione's lips were hurting from being kissed for so long.
"Draco," she said hoarsely, "We need to stop."
Draco's eyes were understanding.
"Yeah."
"Hey, there's a letter in my pocket."
She fished it out and unfolded the parchment.
"Hermione,
Just don't come wanting me to have you back, because you won't be
allowed. I will never have you. No wizard will have you after Draco
dumps you. And he will, Hermione, he will.
And it'll be because you're frigid, he'll say.
-Harry."
Draco was leaning over Hermione's shoulder, reading what might as well
have been Harry killing her.
"If I ever get my hands on him…" Draco threatened.
"I'm not frigid," Hermione said.
Draco paused. Then he took Hermione's hand and said:
"No, you're not. I won't deny that I'd love to see it happen, now, by
some chance miracle, but I've changed, Hermione. My dad said to me, 'if
they refuse you force 'em', but there's no way I could do that to you,
Hermione. It's a beautiful thing and I- don't want you to be
pressured."
"What if I want to be pressured?" asked Hermione playfully, pulling
Draco to the gigantic four-poster in the middle of the wall.
"But- what if you're not ready, Herm?" Draco sputtered.
Grabbing Draco, she threw him down onto the four-poster.
Draco could not believe her. She was out of control!
"Hermione, you're out of control!" Draco cried.
"Yeah!" Hermione shouted wildly, "Of course I'm out of control! What
would you expect?"
"Not- not this much!"
"C'mon! Come on, let's get this over with!"
She unbuttoned her shirt, then leaned forward to unbutton Draco's
shirt.
"Where's the power?" she cried, flipping over as an invitation for
Draco to take off her bra.
Draco could not resist the sight. He unclasped the bra and flung it
aside. Then he unzipped her jeans and she took them off and he took his
black jeans off. Then Hermione put her arms around him and pulled him
down with her…
Harry was totally disgusted with Hermione. He could not put his disgust
into words. He hated her. He hated Draco. Sure, he could forgive Ron
for liking Hermione. But that… slut in that pub, he could just about
finish her off.
'I'm gonna blow everything you know about
Me myself and I
I'm gonna break, really gonna shake your world
Turn it upside down
I'm gonna make sure that you're on the floor when the cops all come
around
No you won't survive me myself and I.'
Harry found himself continuing the song along with Daniela Scala from
Scandal'us. Like Hear'say, he thought and that other band one of the
American witches had mentioned. "Oh, I really, really love Ashley from
O-Town!"
Whatever.
'What I'm about to do, is still in my mind
Will I have the courage?
Will I find the strength to carry on, to respect my needs?
Not to take you back every time you say 'forgive me'.
That song just about sums up my life, Harry thought.
Hermione woke up next to Draco in the morning. Feeling a little self-
conscious, she ran her finger down the middle of Draco's back.
"S'matter, Herm?" Draco murmured.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead," Hermione said cheerfully.
Even to Draco's untrained eye, Hermione looked even more beautiful than
she had last night. Dressed in a white lace nightie and her hair in a
long plait she was stunning.
Meanwhile, Harry was just sitting on the couch in the Leaky Cauldron
crying. He didn't care about his image. He just wanted to cry. And cry.
And cry. And did I mention, he thought to himself, cry.
He couldn't break down, not in front of, well, no one. But he just let
the tears spill. For losing Hermione. For knowing that not only did he
love Hermione, Ron and Draco loved her too.
"If that's not a love triangle it has to be a love square," Harry
whispered.
Chapter #2
A Love Square
Draco and Hermione had each ordered separate rooms but now Hermione was
sitting on Draco's loveseat, kissing Draco.
Hermione's lips were hurting from being kissed for so long.
"Draco," she said hoarsely, "We need to stop."
Draco's eyes were understanding.
"Yeah."
"Hey, there's a letter in my pocket."
She fished it out and unfolded the parchment.
"Hermione,
Just don't come wanting me to have you back, because you won't be
allowed. I will never have you. No wizard will have you after Draco
dumps you. And he will, Hermione, he will.
And it'll be because you're frigid, he'll say.
-Harry."
Draco was leaning over Hermione's shoulder, reading what might as well
have been Harry killing her.
"If I ever get my hands on him…" Draco threatened.
"I'm not frigid," Hermione said.
Draco paused. Then he took Hermione's hand and said:
"No, you're not. I won't deny that I'd love to see it happen, now, by
some chance miracle, but I've changed, Hermione. My dad said to me, 'if
they refuse you force 'em', but there's no way I could do that to you,
Hermione. It's a beautiful thing and I- don't want you to be
pressured."
"What if I want to be pressured?" asked Hermione playfully, pulling
Draco to the gigantic four-poster in the middle of the wall.
"But- what if you're not ready, Herm?" Draco sputtered.
Grabbing Draco, she threw him down onto the four-poster.
Draco could not believe her. She was out of control!
"Hermione, you're out of control!" Draco cried.
"Yeah!" Hermione shouted wildly, "Of course I'm out of control! What
would you expect?"
"Not- not this much!"
"C'mon! Come on, let's get this over with!"
She unbuttoned her shirt, then leaned forward to unbutton Draco's
shirt.
"Where's the power?" she cried, flipping over as an invitation for
Draco to take off her bra.
Draco could not resist the sight. He unclasped the bra and flung it
aside. Then he unzipped her jeans and she took them off and he took his
black jeans off. Then Hermione put her arms around him and pulled him
down with her…
Harry was totally disgusted with Hermione. He could not put his disgust
into words. He hated her. He hated Draco. Sure, he could forgive Ron
for liking Hermione. But that… slut in that pub, he could just about
finish her off.
'I'm gonna blow everything you know about
Me myself and I
I'm gonna break, really gonna shake your world
Turn it upside down
I'm gonna make sure that you're on the floor when the cops all come
around
No you won't survive me myself and I.'
Harry found himself continuing the song along with Daniela Scala from
Scandal'us. Like Hear'say, he thought and that other band one of the
American witches had mentioned. "Oh, I really, really love Ashley from
O-Town!"
Whatever.
'What I'm about to do, is still in my mind
Will I have the courage?
Will I find the strength to carry on, to respect my needs?
Not to take you back every time you say 'forgive me'.
That song just about sums up my life, Harry thought.
Hermione woke up next to Draco in the morning. Feeling a little self-
conscious, she ran her finger down the middle of Draco's back.
"S'matter, Herm?" Draco murmured.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead," Hermione said cheerfully.
Even to Draco's untrained eye, Hermione looked even more beautiful than
she had last night. Dressed in a white lace nightie and her hair in a
long plait she was stunning.
Meanwhile, Harry was just sitting on the couch in the Leaky Cauldron
crying. He didn't care about his image. He just wanted to cry. And cry.
And cry. And did I mention, he thought to himself, cry.
He couldn't break down, not in front of, well, no one. But he just let
the tears spill. For losing Hermione. For knowing that not only did he
love Hermione, Ron and Draco loved her too.
"If that's not a love triangle it has to be a love square," Harry
whispered.