A/N: Okies! I'm back on track, and I'm ready to ROLL! I want to give a HUGE thank you to everyone who understood my problems! ^-^ ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU! I love you all! Well, everything's. better now. I'm not going to say great because that would be a lie. But things are considerably better. ^-^ I've emailed/PMed/IMed/Messaged those who wanted to know when I updated, so I'm sure that you're all reading this now! ^-^ YAY! Happy! Well, on we go with the /important/ stuffs!

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"Aren't those /illegal/?" Draco was in shock. Ms. Goody-two-shoes did something illegal?

"Only if you take 'E'," she told him as casually as if raves were an everyday occurrence.

"I see."

"We could always go to Kei's house. He won't mind much, I'm sure. He likes teaching people tricks," Hermione's eyes took on a mischievous twinkle as Draco agreed, eager to do anything that didn't involve home.

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As they headed for Kei's home, it started to rain. They were forced to run the last hundred meters to the front door of his flat.

Panting, Hermione reached up and pushed the doorbell button.

No answer came.

Once again, she pressed it. Then, to add emphasis, she pressed it over and over and over-she knew that that annoyed Kei.

Around the third or fourth ring, Kei answered the door; hair drenched and towel around the waist, he glared down at Hermione and Draco, who were leaning against the side of the door frame still breathing heavily.

"What do you want, 'Mione?" Kei asked, sounding a rather irked.

"I was wondering," Draco gave Hermione a look as if to say 'I'll tell him,' "That maybe you could teach me some tricks for my freestyle I'm going to do with Hermione."

"Excuse me!" Hermione shrieked. "When have I ever said anything about being your partner, Draco Malfoy?"

"I thought it was implied," Draco replied casually, Hermione's death glare sliding off of him.

Hermione growled quietly as Kei piped in, "I think it would be a great idea!"

"Of /course/ you would think it's a great idea!" Hermione threw her hands up. "You think freestyling with /a dog/ would be a good idea! Not saying that dancing with Draco would be much different."

"Well," Draco said in mock irritation. "If that's really how you feel."

"Oh, do shut up and go inside, Draco," Hermione said, pushing him through the door, shoving Kei out of the way. "You don't need to catch cold."

"Oh, yes great Mistress!" Draco said as he turned to bow deeply at Hermione in mock respect as he walked backwards into the home. "Anything you want, Oh Wonderful One!"

It was then that Hermione saw that Draco did have a funny side. A strange one, but he had one nonetheless. So, to congratulate him on this newfound discovery, she bopped him on the head with a nearby umbrella.

"Basement! Now!" she ordered.

Five minutes later or so, Kei returned from his room in comfortable house clothes. It looked like he didn't mean to do the moves. He sat down on the couch and lounged there for a moment.

"Well, Herm, are you going to get up there and help him?"

"What? I already know the tricks," Hermione turned Kei's direction to give him a skeptical look.

"So? You're the one that suggested this, weren't you?"

Hermione blushed.

"Right. Up you go. Over the bar!" Kei barked the order and watched as Hermione did a bar jump somewhat perfectly (that is, if you ignore the fact she almost landed headfirst into the machine Kei had in his basement).

Draco followed suit, landing a bit more gracefully than Hermione did.

"This may take some work." Kei felt the headache starting to form.

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Harry Potter set down his pen as he looked over at a rather pouty Ron.

Ron had been upset since his break with Hermione. Even though Harry knew Ron was a flamer, he would never leave his best friend in a time of need.

Well, it wasn't really a 'time of need,' now was it? It was more of a time of Ron wants attention.

Harry had been staying the summer at the Weasly's for the past two years, not wishing to go back to the inhumane treatment he received from the Dursleys'.

Sighing, Harry turned in the chair he sat at (turning away from a Potions essay.) to look at the pitiful Ron.

He'd allowed his hair to go unkempt for a while and it'd grown out some since 'The Breaking.' He reminded him much of a wildman.

"Do I need to fix you a Pepper Up potion, Ron, or are you going to cheer up by yourself?" Harry said. He meant it. He would actually make this louse a Pepper Up potion if it would mean he'd cheer up.

"Well, there is one thing that would cheer me up." Ron began, then shook his head, smirk fading from his lips.

"RONALD WEASLY!" Harry stood up, knocking the chair over in the process. "There is no way in HELL I will have sexual relations with you!"

"Come on, Harry!" Ron said, pouting more, giving Potter the Puppy Eyes look.

"I'm leaving!" Harry made for the door, when Ron tugged on his shirt, he screamed helplessly for the one person that would beat Ron senseless without second thought. "GINNY!!!!"

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A/N: YAY! ^-^ I'm proud of this one. Still a bit short, but hey. it's been a while since I last wrote. ^-^ Aaah.feels good to type again!

o^_^o NYAO!, Damson of the Rhee