Characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the storyline of this FanFiction belongs to me. I think that I don't need to say this anymore so go ahead and read.

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Professor McGonagall escorted Hermione into her office. Hermione was shivering, for the only thing she was wearing under her Hogwarts robe was the nightgown Draco bought for her. Mrs. McGonagall closed the window behind the desk and folded her hands on the blotter in a serious manner.

"Hermione, this is a very serious matter we are here to discuss. We have been informed of a prefect that you have been engaging in a practice we highly disapprove of at Hogwarts. We have had many, many students renting rooms from prefects and using them to engage in sexual contact so that they might not be caught. We have brought you here for that reason."

Hermione's heart was in her stomach. She could feel a lump rising in her throat and tears welling up in her eyes. She was done for. She might be expelled!

"We have been informed that you were practicing this by force, we could say. Someone was forcing you to engage in sexual intercourse once they rented a room from a prefect. Would you like to tell us who this person is? It would help us a lot and save us all time."

Hermione began to cry. Mrs. McGonagall called in Dumbledore for help. After all, he was very gentle in his words.

"Hermione," he said in his deep, soothing voice, "we just want you to be safe from whoever is doing this to you-"

"I wanted to. It was my fault. You can expel me if you want."

"No, we wouldn't expel you! We know that you want to protect this person, but we can put this practice to rest. He will never bother you again."

"Fine. I'll tell you one thing. It wasn't a student. It was a teacher that, in a way, is evil and has a dark spirit. You know who."

"Voldemort!!??"

"No. It was Snape."

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"What do you want now, Draco?" said a mysterious figure behind an invisibility cloak.

"The room. I need it again. I'll give you forty for it if you change the sheets," Draco said, having the better half of the deal. He, too, was wearing an invisibility cloak.

"Fifty."

"Forty five."

"Deal," the prefect whispered.

They shook hands and departed. Hagrid saw this, or rather, heard this, because the two were wearing invisibility cloaks. I remember the good old days when you would rent a room to get a girl. Still doin' it, huh? Never thought that a youngin' would. Was that a prefect? Of course... Hagrid was lost in his thoughts of the "good old days" as he disappeared into his shack and sat onto the creaky, large couch. He stroked his pet dragon, fed him, and went to sleep, dreaming about dragons renting apartments on the Hogwarts grounds.

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That very night, Draco went to check out the prefect room before he went in with Hermione. Sheets were changed, bed wasn't in disarray. Nice. Very nice. Better than last time, at least. He'll have to be more forceful with the prefect. Maybe pay a littl emore. In their own ways, they got their pay.

Draco noticed something on Hermione's right shoulderblade that he didn't see before that night at the prefect dorm. It was a tiny angel that was on a butterfly. Near the backside of the butterfly there was a little wisp of wind.

"Hermione, is that a permanent tattoo on your shoulder?"

"Yeah, why?"

"When did you get it?"

"Just a few days ago. No one knows, but don't touch it. It's still a little sore."

Hermione was clearly feigning her happiness. Draco noticed and pondered it. After a few seonds of thinking, Hermione asked,

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"I should be asking you the same," he said in a questionable voice.

"Earlier today Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore brought me to their office. They asked me who was forcing me to fuck them. The prefect with this room told them that. I told them it was..."

"Who? Did you tell them it was me? You wanted to do this!"

"Uh...actually, I said it was...oh god this is terrible..."

"Tell me now or I'm returning the room right now."

"Pfsrsnp."

"Pardon?"

"Professor Snape." She sighed heavily and awaited a stream of dispicable words to be flying at her.

"Oh. My. God. You. Got. Snape. Fired. Oh. My. God."

"Oh, baby I'm so sorry!"

"He was my favorite teacher. He was the best guy. The evilest. Oh how I loved him. Not only in a friendly way, but..."

"Draco.....Are you bisexual?"

"Yes. I also am sort of in love with Potter," he said shyly.

"Well, as long as you accept me for my mistake of telling them to fire Snape then I shall live with your bisexualness. But maybe, sometime, I can watch you guys..."

"Sure. Anything for my Mione, I suppose."