A/N: Hello again! Thank you so much to all the reviews! I hope I replied to all of them adequately. Well, for my story, I decided to do some research on the Sword of Damocles (seeing as the title of this story comes from a song called Sword of Damocles which comes from the Rocky Horror Picture Show). And I found out, that when you say 'the sword of Damocles is hanging over my head' it means you have the feeling of impending doom….

Anyway, I thought I would share that all with you. So, please enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: do you think I would be writing fanfiction's if I owned Harry Potter or Rocky Horror Picture show?

Chapter Six: Sword of Damocles

Men, they make me sick. If you even bother disagreeing with me, I would so gladly prove you wrong because you obviously do not know or understand the predicament I am in at this current moment. So, I shall tell you. My 'boyfriend' has a fetish of dressing up as a transvestite and is bisexual. My other best friend, well, Merlin knows what kind of crazy shit he's into. And now, at this very moment, I am sucking face with my sworn enemy.

Lovely, isn't it?

Well, I truly don't understand men. They say they hate you, yet, they have some weird lust thing going on for you. So, I totally don't understand that. Other men, men that like to dress like 'women'. Now, if they aren't physiologically disturbed, then Voldemort might be sane.

So, at this very moment, the sword of Damocles is clearly hanging over my head, because, I know, that the Golden Trio are about to have a major fall out. It's not as if I haven't seen this coming from the start of term. Isn't it obvious when a country, a bisexual and a boy-who-lived-to-become-a-woman are best friends that there is going to be one hell of a screw up?

There I was. In Malfoy's bedroom, playing tonsil hockey, and I was letting him win this game, because, I wanted a functional relationship. Yes, I know, Malfoy's and I's relationship is highly dysfunctional, but it's the closet thing I have at the moment that I would call healthy.

I started taking off my robes, in a quick hurry. What was I thinking, that I would get anywhere with him? Maybe he was thinking the same thing…our faces were still attached while he was unbuttoning his robes, and my hands slid behind his neck and because they were there, he finished my robes off for me.

I couldn't believe it. There I was, with a boy that I had never had a proper, intelligent conversation with in my life basically pulling each other's lips off.

I realised that suddenly I was in my undergarments and his hand was sliding down my bra. I won't lie, it was ecstasy. Pure bliss. I don't remember feeling so alive since…well…ever. His hands were kneading my breasts while he was pushing me onto his bed and he began stroking my upper-thigh.

And then, he had his way with me…I wish.

Of course, me being Hermione Granger, intelligent and always being rational, I had to say, "Stop". Goddamit, I am a fucking fool. Dammit all to hell!

"Huh…what do you mean, 'stop'"

"I mean, stop, please, stop"

He slid off me, and looked at me. He being in his green silk boxer shorts didn't make it any easier for me. I sat up and looked around nervously.

"Granger, don't be such a frigid bitch"

Did he just say that, did he seriously just say that?

"Excuse me?"

"What do you expect of me mudblood, you come in my room, looking all sexy with the little tears and such and start kissing me. We get practically naked and while I'm about to do you, you tell me to stop! Please, don't tell me that you expect me not to be slightly aggravated!" He said, gradually getting louder till at the end of his sentence it's basically a scream.

"I'm sorry"

"So am I. Never, ever expect this from me ever again. Now, get out!" He bellowed.

I quickly got up, got my stuff and ran out the room and he slammed to door behind me. I fell down the wall, crying my eyes out. I cried for all that recently happened. I cried for Ron, I cried for Harry, I cried for Draco (not that he deserved it though). This year was supposed to be my year. Where everything went right. Grandpa Voldie was finally turning in his grave, so I expected to have at least a normal few months before something new and unexpected popped up for the Golden Trio to conquer.

Now, I am faced with a Shemale and a womaniser. It wasn't my fault that Draco and I kissed, He came onto me. I swear it. He was the one that told me I was pretty. I wouldn't have kissed him if he told me I was butt-ugly as per usual. I would have just slapped him and walked off. Or, was it possible that he told me that just to get into my pants. Ok, there goes my self confidence, sky rocketing as usual.

I didn't know who to turn to. Then I had an idea. I could go to Harry. He would understand…probably.

So, the next day, I got up early to 1) avoid Draco and 2) see if Harry had gotten up…he doesn't get a lot of sleep.

And, I was correct. Sitting in the Gryffindor common room was Harry doing his homework. He looked up when I walked in and smiled his big, toothy, (sexy) grin at me. Ok, why is it that only now, after seven years of knowing him, I only notice how cute Harry is. Pity he is…well, what is he? Is he a Ron? Or, a Draco. I am praying it is the later, for, I would rather a womaniser then a transvestite.

"Hey" he said.

"Hey. I need to talk to you"

"So, speak"

"Ok, recently, there has been a lot of shit happening. Ron is a transvestite and bisexual and I never knew. Did you know? Well of course you know. Shit, I just told you that I know. Is that alright? I know what happened between you too now. O Merlin. Harry? Harry why are you looking down like that? Are you upset that I know? Ron told me. He wanted me to play along with his little fetish thing. Harry? What should I do? And then Malfoy and I basically got to second base last night after he said I was pretty or something like that. Harry, are you crying? Of course your not. Did I make you cry? Are crying because of Ron? Cause if you are I'll beat him -" I basically said in a blur before Harry put his hand up as if to stop me.

"If I tell you something, do you promise not to tell a soul?"

I nodded my head.

"Ron, obviously, is a transvestite. I'm not. I'm straight…I think. Look, Ron and I did some stuff back at the burrow one night. It was just one night. I think he spiked my pumpkin juice or something. I'm not usually like that. I swear. He's done that stuff with not only me, but Lavender, Parvati and Pansy as well. Its starting to become a problem. He actually pounces on these girls while hes going out with them"

"Ron went out with Pansy?"

"Yes"

"O dear god, where was I when this happened?"

"Studying for O.W.L.s"

"Holy mother fucker, mother fuck!"

"Yeah, I know"

"Wait, Ron lost his virginity to Pansy, in fifth year? Oh my god"

"It gets better"

I can see the sword hanging right over my head. Yup, I could feel the doom coming my way.

"I lost my virginity to Ron"

I gulped and some of my spit went down the wrong tube and I started choking. Harry was patting my back frantically until I calmed down.

"Please Herms, don't tell. I'm not like that. I'm into girls. I promise"

He then looked at me weirdly. It was the look Malfoy gave me the night before. Oh holy mother fucker fuck. Not again. As soon as I new it, Harry's lips were upon mine. And, I had no objections…maybe Ron had taught him how to kiss…ok what am I thinking? Ron, Harry, kissing! Three words you never use in a sentence together!

Suddenly, doom walked in (otherwise known as Ron).

"What the fuck are you too doing?"

O fuck.

A/N: Well, there you go! You know, P2 and I made up a song for whenever we get reviews and it goes a little something like this (sung to the tune of 'I feel Good')

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I knew that I would now (nanananana) x2
So good, so good
I got reviews!

I feel nice (nanananana)
I bet they read it twice (nanananana) x2
So good, so nice,
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