Author's Note: Well kids, I'm in a dilemma with this one. I've been thinking about how to take this story for the last few months and my conclusion is that I could take it in two different directions. I want to do this right and I don't want to make one of my options a dream sequence – I'm too damn lazy to write it that way. Soooo, I'm thinking, YOU should decide.

Here's my plan: I'm going to give you a few paragraphs for each option and I want you to review and let me know if you choose what's behind door #1 or door #2. Just to put your minds at ease….they WILL eventually do it. Make no mistake about that – this is meo. So, uh, yeah they're totally going to do it. Your choice will determine just how quickly they do the deed. Today is March 24th. Whichever choice has the most votes by March 30th, wins. And no voting more than once.

Mm'kay?

Just to refresh your memories….(mwuuahahahaha – God I love this part)

"Granger, you're killing me here". She was wearing thigh high stockings with garters to hold them in place. He opened his eyes and found hers twinkling with amusement. She reached forward and untied his tie and unbuttoned his top button. Then she reached down to grab some of the velvety fabric of skirt and began to pull it up slowly revealing her ankles, then her calves. When she got the dress past mid-thigh, he let out a small whimper.

His hands were still under the hem of the dress tracing circles on her thighs waiting to see what her underclothes looked like. As the hem passed the apex of her thighs her matching green panties were revealed. Draco's mouth was watering and he let out a deep growl. Hermione continued to lift the dress as if to remove it, he stilled her.

"No. The dress stays on. Now, lie back".

DOOR #1

When Hermione awoke on Christmas morning she was surrounded by red, Gryffindor red to be exact. She found herself in her room and in her own bed. A quick observation noted that she was still in her gown from the night before. The lush green was a stark contrast against the red of her comforter. Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was so out of character last night. What had she done? Hell, what had Malfoy…damn it, what had Draco done?

Draco was also awake. He was sitting in front of the fire in the common room wrapped in his robe. He had been up since about dawn, having given up trying to sleep.

In the wee hours of the morning, he had put Hermione in her room and spent a restless, sleepless night in his bed…alone. It was with great regret that he carried her gently down the hall and into her pristine sanctuary. She placed no festive decorations in this room, save for a tiny dwarfed evergreen sitting on her dressing table. And he knew why…she had no plans for anyone to be in her room over the holidays except for herself. Why would she waste decorating in here when everyone would be in the common room or in his room?

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DOOR #2

Hermione did as she was told. She scooted back and laid down on the bed, leaning up on her elbows she watched Malfoy stealthily crawl his way up her body. As he settled himself on top of her she leaned up for a quick kiss. His blood was boiling, he wanted her so badly, but she would be the one to set the pace. He had to keep himself in check.

"Tell me what you want", he said to her.

"I…I don't know what I want. I never thought I'd find myself in this position". He gave her a quick quizzical look. "With you", she clarified.

"I'll do whatever you ask". He had caught himself off guard with his own words. A Malfoy at a woman's mercy? This was definitely a night for firsts", he thought.

Hermione still didn't know what to say. Anything she thought to say felt like a double- edged sword. If she told him she just wanted to lie with him and hold him and enjoy the closeness of each other – then perhaps he would think her a prude. But if she told him she wanted to snog him silly, he'd think she was easy.

"I….what do you want to do?", she blurted out.

Malfoy growled and began gently nipping at the soft skin below her ear. She shivered at the beastly sound. "That's not a question you should be asking me, Granger. Not in the state you have me in".

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So there you have it. Please review and let me know which way you want to bed sheets to rumple.