A/N DON'T KILL ME! I BE GOOD, I SWEAR!! I finally got over my sickeningly long writers block. I've been talking with the loving people from FF.net that I know and they've been oh-so-nice and put up with me while actually helping me get over this sickness (yes! It's a sickness! A viral sickness!.) Also, forgive everything after "Platform 9 3/4"--it was written while I was going through a bout of insomnia. ^^; No sleep weird stuff writing does it do.

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As the kiss ended, Hermione looked at Draco wide-eyed. "That was different."

"Yeah."

"What are we going to tell people now?"

"Stuff people," Draco said with a smirk.

"Oh, what a way with words you have, dearest," Hermione sat up and looked back at the TV. "So," she turned and smiled at the horizontal figure. "What do you want to watch?"

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Hermione stepped through the brick wall between platforms Nine and 10, her mind not on what she was doing. The familliar smoke from the engine of the Hogwarts Express blinded her temporarily as she walked onto Platform 9 3/4.

She was greeted by a familiar face--Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived and Continues To Live himself.

"Hullo, Harry," Hermione greeted her good friend with a smile. With her teeth now straight, she smiled more than she did in her first few years at Hogwarts.

"Hi!" Harry croaked, peeping over his shoulder. "Haven't seen Ron, have you? He's been acting quite strange as of late."

Hermione mentally smacked her forehead repeatedly. Apparently, Ron's secret had not yet reached that of her paranoid and oblivious friend.

"How has he been acting strange?" Hermione asked conversationally as she led Harry and her cart towards the loading deck for the train and then on towards the entrance.

"He -nudged- me," Harry cringed. "Dudley did that too his mates. No, not the 'friend' term of 'mate'."

Hermione's eyes widened to that of saucers, she was sure. "Well, I think I need a spot of tea, what do you say to that, Harry?"

"Sounds good to me!" Harry said cheerily, glad for a change in topic.

They settled into a cart. Ron hadn't shown yet--Hary was secretly glad of that tiny fact. Hermione conjured up some water and a transfigured a shoe into a teapot, adding some tea bags and heating the pot. Meanwhile, Harry had somehow come up with two cups.

The two were sitting together happily and chatting away like no tomorrow when a silky Slytherin darkened their doorway.

No, it wasn't Malfoy. It was Blaise Zambini. Standing at nearly six foot, the sixth year looked around the cart lazily. "Have you seen the Weasly boy?"

Hermione's nose scrunched up. "Why, no. Why do you ask, Blaise?" Blaise was always one of her favourite Slytherins. He was always polite. Then again, she had met him when he was a she and it was a full moon. Hermione had been strolling along the lake and bumped into him-er-her. Ah, the power of transformation.

"I wanted to have fun with my new toy." He seemed to pout ever so lightly, making his not-quite-feminine-but-close-enough features take on the look that would make so many females stop and drool for hours.

Harry seemed to have stopped breathing once Blaise said 'toy'. He was turning quite the appealing shade of violet--or was that cobalt? Neither Hermione nor Blaise could tell. The latter shrugged and thanked the still-breathing passenger of the car a good day and set off to find his 'toy'.

"Harry, sweetie, you can breath now," Hermione said almost gingerly. "He's gone. No one can scare you anymore."

Nodding slowly and unsurely, Harry began to breath again, his eyes darting around as if in search of anythin homosexual that may touch/look/nudge/breathe near him or upon him.

"We really need to work on that phobia of yours," she muttered under her breath, taking another calming sip of her tea, hoping to get Harry to follow suit. Of course, he did. 'After all, men are puppies; they need to be taught,' Hermione thought to herself.

-Now- enter the lovely Draco Malfoy. Calmly, he entered their car (a/n: this is becoming a common occurance isn't it?), closed the door and sat across from Hermione and Harry.

"Morning."

Harry looked as if he wanted to jump into a Randomly Placed Hole. No, dear Harry, Draco is -not- gay---At least in this story. He probably would have jumped into said hole, had Hermione not nailed him in the shin with the heel of her shoe.

"'lo, Draco," Hermione replied. '-Smiling- of all things!' Harry thought, shaking his mental head. "How have you been doing this past week?"

"Bored out of my skull!" Draco dramatically pulled at his hair and flopped about mildy. "Yourself?"

Harry finally found his voice. "Did you call him 'Draco'?"

The two looked at him. In that way. That Harry -really- didn't care for. He stated so.

"Harry, remember when I owled you about my new dancing partner?" He nodded deftly. Hermione continued. "Well, meet my wonderful dancing partner--Draco Malfoy." Harry's jaw dropped.

"You're joshing?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Uhm, Harry, we dance. We dance well--"

"We didn't win our tournament, though," Draco added.

"Stuff it."

Harry shook his head wildly. "Woah. Too much for me to handle. First, Ron's gay; then Hermione's dancing with the enemy."

"To say the least," Draco drawled.

"You didn't kiss her did you?" Harry looked hopefully at Malfoy.

"Well, most of the time, I was the one being kissed," Draco said with a small smirk playing on his face.

"I -really- hate you," Harry groaned, accepting his fate--Yes, he was doomed to be surrouned by hormone-crazed, psychotically-unstable, off-the-rocker, not-run-of-the-mill loons. (a/n: Yes, I did repeat myself.)

"Great," Harry muttered. "Just great." He then began to bang his head on the wall behind him--not hard enough, though. Right before he passed out from a concussion most likely, he heard Draco say sweetly (yes! Sweetly!): "Oh, 'Mione, is that tea? May I have a cup?" Well, by that point, Harry passed out from shock.

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Ending disclaimer/appologies/etc: Sorry. I just felt a bit goofy with my lack of sleep and all. Besides, we all need a bit of humor at times, correct! Stay tuned for the next update! Won't be for a few weeks, I'm going out of town. But, once I get back, I promise you all a new chapter! Maybe two!

*haughty soap opera-type voice* Until next time on..... *dramatic pause* .... Dance Machine!