A/N: Voting is closed. Read on to find out which one the readers chose to be Draco's punishment. Slightly lighter chappie. Remember, big block of italics is Hermione's diary! Now, quickety-quick recap of the choices.

A) Give him a mean-ass right-hook to the jaw, followed by a swift kick in the nuts?B) Cry on Ron's shoulder, who then goes and gives Draco a mean-ass right-hook to the jaw?C) Ginny gives him a mean-ass, right-hook to the jaw, followed by Hermione giving him a swift kick in the nuts?

Read on….and discover.

Every Decision Ever Made

Sometimes I feel like everything happens to me at once. Sometimes it feels like the whole world is conspiring against me. I get a happy moment, and then everything I've come to accept as routine blows up in my face. It feels like every decision ever made in the whole world is on my back, and if I add my decision to it, I will shatter. I don't know if I have the strength to deal with this any more. I'm so afraid. I am seventeen years old. I feel ninety. I am seventeen years old, and I have to decide whether or not to have a mastectomy and have that followed with breast reconstruction surgery. I'm terrified.

Ron slips into the seat next to me on the bus and Harry and Ginny plonk down in front of us. I put my diary away and chatter like I have no cares in the world. Although the others look at me oddly, they don't question me. They simply talk of trivial issues. I'm grateful. It stops me thinking. It stops me asking myself what the hell I'm going to do.

I'm even grateful for the superior, smug smirk on Malfoy's face when I come face to face with him that morning for the first time since the fight. At least I'll have other things to think about.

"Morning, Granger."

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Now, now, Granger. That is no way to talk to your elders and betters."

"Couple of things, you jumped-up prick. One: I'm three months older than you. Two: you are in no way my better, unless being better at being a complete and utter prick counts - in which case, you could win prizes." Ginny is glowering death rays at Draco, and Ron is being physically restrained by Harry.

"Granger, tell me. What's it like shagging Weasel? Can't actually be any good, never see you smile. Not got the equipment, Weasel? Can't satisfy her?" He smirks dangerously. "Bet I could."

"Ah, Malfoy. You and your ego never cease to amaze me. I wouldn't touch you with a bargepole. I'd probably catch rabies. And I highly doubt you could satisfy me. I hear you kiss like a washing machine and fuck like it's an army exercise. Anything you want to tell us? I mean, we know, but you couldn't just confirm it for us?" A crowd has gathered. Malfoy is now looking like he'd dearly like to hit me. I almost want him to. Beating the shit out of him would give my fists something to do.

"What the hell, Granger?"

"I meant about how you're gay. I mean, you certainly can't fuck girls, apparently you're really awful. What was it written on the wall of the girls bathroom, Ginny?"

"Well, I think it may have been something about size, and something about the ability to get it up, and there may have even been something about shouting someone else's name and a bizarre mission to try anal sex."

"Ah yes, of course. Now, Malfoy, what was it you were saying?" I turn on my heel and walk away.

Chemistry is an interesting lesson. I manage to while away a happy half an hour simply by pulling faces at Malfoy.

"Miss Granger, what are you doing? Mr Malfoy, is there something fascinating about Miss Granger?" Snape puts a stop to it and bids us get out our notebooks - today is theory. I content myself now with passing notes to Ron and Harry, trading comebacks and jokes about blond ferrets. At lunchtime, we congregate in the canteen. Ron sets a glass of orange juice and a chicken salad roll in front of me. The roll in question is about the same size as Mars. It's about three inches thick, and is the size of a saucer.

"Ronald, what the hell is that?" I demand, looking at it warily.

"Vitamins. The doctor told you to have vitamins. So, orange juice - lots of vitamins in that. And Chicken Salad. It has greenery and low-fat mayo and plenty of roast chicken. Vitamins."

"It's the size of a planet."

"It's also good for you. Eat up."

"Yes, Mummy." I eat three-quarters of it and then give it up. OK, so it was a good roll. But it was also a big roll. I drink the juice. "Ron, if I have one more mouthful of that thing, I will vomit. I'll have another drink if that'll make you happy, but I couldn't eat another thing." Just as he puts the second glass of juice in front of me and sits back down, Draco enters and makes straight for us. "Ahh, Malfoy. Can we help you?"

"I wanted to know what it is you see in the Weasel."

"Hmmm, well, lets see. If by Weasel you mean Ron, then quite a bit. He's nice, he's kind, he's romantic, he's considerate - and handsome."

"Don't you want a real man, Granger?"

"I've got one. I also have a big brother."

"I'm not scared of your big brother, Granger."

"You clearly haven't met my brother. Look, I have a date with a chicken roll and a glass of juice - what is it you actually wanted?" His smirk widens. He puts one hand out and strokes my face. Then that hand moves down. All hell breaks loose just as he rests it on my breast.

"Just wanted to feel, Granger. They won't be there much longer." Ginny taps him on the shoulder. Before either of us have time to blink, she's given Draco the best mean-ass, right-hook to the jaw I have ever seen. Draco reels backwards and I put my hands on his shoulders and sidle close to him.

"Never touch me again," I say, smiling sweetly. I bring my knee up like I was taught to in self defence and knee him in the nuts. He groans in pain, grabs himself and ends up on his knees. Ron whistles.

"Blimey, Ginny. Christ, Mione."

"Come on, lets go," I say, breathing heavily. I tread on Draco's fingers on the way out.

"You - you bitch!" he howls. I turn back to him.

"Touch me again, Draco, and I will be handing you your balls on a plate - got it? Did Mummy never to teach you not to touch what you can't afford?" Ron removes me from the canteen, followed by Harry - who is laughing so much he's actually wheezing.

"Jeez, Gin, nice punch," I say.

"Bill taught me to do that."

"Who's Bill?"

"Oh God, you haven't met Bill! You are coming round for lunch on Sunday - you will meet my other two brothers, Bill ad Charlie."

"How many of you are there?"

"Seven of us kids and Mum and Dad. You've met everyone except Bill, Charlie and the 'rents. Seriously, come round. We could have a sleep-over!"

"OK, I'll come round."

Ron kisses me before I get off the bus that night.

"Miss you already."

"See you," I say, an odd feeling in my heart. I realise it's longing. I want him to just hold me. I just want him. "Love you."

"Love you."

To realise I'm longing for him is a shock to the system. But I have the sense to know that beginning a relationship of a sexual nature wouldn't be advisable now. We have time - please God, we have time.

A/N: OK, this is the last chapter for two whole weeks. i'm off to ATC camp saturday, so i won't have time tomorrow to write another one. then, the day after i get back from camp, i go off to Scotland for a week to visit my family. PLEASE REVEIW!!!!!!