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This means emphasis on these words.

Thoughts.

Last Time:

Harry looks to Hermione, who turns to Blaise and Draco. "He says what you said, Malfoy," Hermione translates her bilingual friend. (He speaks English, obviously, but also he can speak Full-Mouthanese!) "Truth it is."

"So basically," Blaise says, "It's like Truth or Dare except without the dare part, right?"

"Oh," Hermione says, "Yeah, basically." When Blaise nods, she looks to Harry, "Draco Malfoy, how far have you gone with a girl?"

Now, on with the story!

Harry smirks and breathes before he breaks out laughing. When he gets a sharp glance from Hermione, he shakes his head.

"Hmm," Draco thinks aloud, "How far? Well, I would say, public displays of affection. But behind closed doors, I am a virgin. The whole moral thing kicks in when I think about it, or try to do it for that matter."

Hermione nods, her mind in shock of the new information. She looks to Draco, "Your turn to ask someone," she replies.

Draco turns to Ron. "Have you ever had sex with a man, Weasley?" Draco asks.

Ron's jaw hits the ground. He glares at Draco before answering. "No, I haven't," he says, crossing his arms over his chest pouting. After he takes a moment to pout, he looks at Hermione, "Hermione, how many guys have you dated? And name them for us."

Hermione looks to Harry, then Ron, and smiles. "Seven, all together," She replies, "There was Jem, Sam, and Kaleb. They're muggles. Uh, Terry, Seamus, and Jordan Nott from Hogwarts, and Victor Krum. That lasted about seven months at most."

"Seven?" Harry replies with shock, "Wow, I didn't think you were a very active dater."

Hermione smiles. "Just full of little surprises aren't I?" she says in a sly tone, "Now, Blaise Zabini, because everyone knows that you aren't as straight as they come, who is the guy that you are interested in at school?"

Blaise blushes. "Do I have to answer that one?" Blaise asks.

"You don't want to run down all the main hallways of the school naked, do you?" Hermione retorts grinning like a mad-man.

Blaise groans and mutters a name that no one understands. Hermione looks at him pointedly as though saying "Louder or nakkie time."

"All right, all right!" Blaise caves, "At one point it was Draco. He knows that, but what he does not know, is that I have a thing for Harry."

Hermione looks at him, mouth open in shock. "You...He...Harry...He..." She stutters over her word choices.

Blaise sighs and looks to Harry, who is madly looking every where but at Blaise. Ron looks to Blaise mouth open in shock, and all the contents (ranging from chocolate frogs, pumpkin pasties, and cauldron cakes) dribbling down his chin in a line of saliva.

"Unexpected results," Draco says with a smirk, "But did it have to be him?"

"You can't really help who you like, love, or when you die," Hermione answers monotonously. She turns to Blaise and nods as though telling him it's his turn to ask.

"Sweet Hermione," He says with a sugar-coated tone in his voice, "What did you do over this summer in the United States, to be specific?"

"How did you know?" Hermione asks, "The only people who know about my summer is Harry, Ron, the other Weasleys, and Dumbledore and the other teachers."

"My dear mother brought me to the States," Blaise replies, "I got rather bored and went to the rink to watch come hot and spicy American chicos. You were training, it looked like."

Hermione nods with a look of sadness in he eyes. "Yeah," she replies, "I was the one chosen to go to the States. I was one of the three hundred contestants. I went through three weeks of training here, went through a month and a half there before being rushed home because of an accident.

"My entire knee is trashed. I tore a few things here and there. I think the doc said I tore my ACL, and crushed my knee-cap," Hermione says. She pulls her right pant leg up over her knee to show the long brace with medal rods running down the front and side of her knee and the brace.

"Damn," Draco mutters, "Sounds like a lot of work that needs to be done on that." Blaise nods in agreement, but Harry and Ron look to her with raised eyebrows.

"You said you tore a small muscle," Harry says, "You said it was nothing but a little work in therapy and a bit of time."

Ron nods. "Yeah, you told us in the letter you wrote that it wasn't even that bad!" Ron huffs.

"Well," Hermione replies uneasily, "I lied. I didn't want nor do I need you to worry about me. You have more than enough on your plates as it is. I mean, with Voldemort, and school, you two struggle, but adding me to worry about, you two will probably fail your last year!"

"Hermione," Ron says, "We're your friends. We have rights to worry about you." He gets down in front of her at her eye level. "You were always there for us, now it's time we stepped up at being there for you."

"They have points Hermione," Blaise points out, "You should let them be there for you. There isn't anything bad in admitting you need help."

Hermione shrugs and is about to ask Harry something when the compartment door opens. MacGonagall walks in with Dumbledore and Snape.

"Good afternoon," Dumbledore says, his old, baby-blue eyes sparkling, "How are you this fine day?"

"Professors," Hermione replies, "How can we help you?"

Snape raises an eyebrow at her, but rolls his eyes. "Mister's Malfoy and Zabini. We have a plan for your situation."

Harry and Ron look to the professors with curiosity, and Hermione looks to her uncovered knee. She quickly shoves her pant leg down her knee and looks to the professors with farce curiosity.

"Hermione," the Transfiguration professor says, "How would you like to have guests over vacation?"

"Guests?" Hermione asks looking at Harry and Ron.

"No," Dumbledore says, "Not Harry and Ron. Draco and Blaise. I will explain later, but you should think about it. Let me know before December."

Hermione looks at the backs of the retreating professors. She looks to Blaise and Draco with curious eyes.

"Look," Draco says after a few moments of her staring at them, "We can find some where else to stay. No big deal."

Hermione looks to her friends for help, only to find that they are looking at the two boys across from them. She kicks Harry's foot.

Harry snaps out of his reverie. "Oh," He replies, "I think it might be a good idea. You said you were going home this winter vacation, didn't you?"

Ron looks at Hermione. "You did?" He replies.

Hermione ignores Ron and glares at Harry. "Are you mad?" says Hermione, "Having complete strangers in the house? They don't-They aren't muggles! They don't know-Never mind. Why not? I mean, then, you two can have your inside spies. Whenever you owl, they'll answer to say what I won't tell you."

"Hermione," Harry says, "You need help! You can't get around like you used to! Having them around would be very helpful."

"I don't need help!" Hermione says, "I don't need anyone's pity! I am not weak. I have a minor setback. That is it! Don't you tell me what I have Harry James Potter. You don't all the details. So, back off."

"Hermione," Ron says in a timid voice, "When did you say you were going home for the holidays?"

"Shut it, Ron!" Harry and Hermione shout in unison.

"Meanies," He replies softly, "But, Harry's right. You do need help. You may not think you do, but who would be there if you, say, fell and couldn't drag yourself to a phelatone to call for help?"

"Telephone," Hermione corrects him, "Telephone. Fine, they can come. Any fights, it's your faults."

"I feel loved," Draco mutters to Blaise. Blaise nods in agreement. Draco looks to his watch, "Hermione, we have to do rounds."

Hermione rolls her eyes. She stands up with difficulty and hops over to the corner of the Compartment and picks up her Nike carry-on string bag and crutches.

Draco follows her and opens the door before she even has her crutches under her arms. He holds the glass, sliding door open and watches as she slowly walks out. He smirks when she walks down the hall, and then turns to see if he is following.

"Come on," Hermione snaps, "It's going to take forever." She looks in through the glass windows of the door she is standing next to and watches with a raised eyebrow.

Draco walks up to her and looks into the same window. "Wow," He says, "That's an interesting hobby."

(I was actually thinking of doing another Cliffie.)

Inside the compartment, Neville is getting a lap-dance from Hannah Abbot, and is being watched by Ginny Weasley, Lavender, Seamus, Terry, Ernie, and the Patil twins.

Hermione opens the door and stands in the doorway. "Ahem," She clears her throat.

The group of laughing young adults stops immediately and turns to the source of the interruption. The group of young adults groan.

"If this game of truth or dare gets out of hand," Draco steps in, "We will be forced to tell the professors."

The group nod their heads, and slowly, Hermione and Draco do their rounds. Nothing more eventful catches their eyes as they make their ways back to their compartment.

"I am going to sleep for a bit," Hermione says after placing her stuff back in the corner of the compartment. She takes her seat back on the floor where she once sat and lays down, her head on her bag, and soon she is asleep.

Draco and Harry begin a conversation on Quidditch and who may very well be the best and Ron soon joins in. Blaise takes out The NoteBook by Nicholas Sparks.

The ride continues this way, until they arrive to their destination; Hogsmeade Train Station.

Author's Notes:

Reviewer's Corner:

Ethiawien: Pones al dia, por favor is how you say Update, please. Pones al dia rapido por favor is Update fast please.

Natty123: Yes I can speak Spanish. It's not very fluent, obviously, because I take it in school. Thanks for the reiew, and yeah, I thought it would be different for their looks to change.

Dancer375: Well, here's the next chappie!

Weasley's Girl-35: Thanks! I just couldn't get someone with a mustache and goatee out of my head, so it ended up being Harry. Here's the update.

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Gracias to my reviewers. Um, I think this may be my longest ever written chapter EVER! Okay well please review and please tell me what I can maybe improve on.

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