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AN: I know you must be made at me for taking so long and I'm not going to bore you with excuses. I'M SO SORRY! I thank everyone for your reviews. They were all awesome, and please continue. I love you guys! Now back to…

Testosterone

Zabini had added a bathroom to take care of the boy's stinkyness. I know stinkyness isn't a word, but I'm Hermione Granger and all the existing words are not enough for me.

Okay, I admit I might be a bit smelly, but that's only because I've been stuck in this room for about two days now. So, I took the bathroom first.

You might think that I'm being a little bitchy taking the bathroom first when they need it most, but it seems that my estrogen wants to balance out the high levels of testosterone in the room, which is making me unbalanced. I even think I'm scary right now.

After a nice shower, I felt considerably less bitchy and more bored. My source of entertainment had been watching the boys have manly contests. I so wish I hadn't suggested a competition. I watched them have arm wrestles, actual wrestle matches, and even competitions to see who could jump the farthest.

It had gone too far.

Just as I thought I was going to die of boredom, a pop resounded through the room. The boys looked up from whatever the hell they were doing as I saw an empty bottle on the floor.

If Zabini planted this here so we'd play spin the bottle….first that could turn out pretty gay, second it could turn out pretty awkward for me, and third I would kill him.

I walked up to the offending object to find another little bottle filled with Veritiserum. So he wanted us to play truth or dare. This could be the perfect opportunity to find out why we are in this stupid room.

Yes! This could be the key out of here.

"THANK YOU ZABINI!" I screamed. Again, realize I'm a bit crazy.

I called over the boys, and we all sat down to play truth of dare. We all took a gulp of veritiserum and I spun the bottle first.

Please get Draco. Please get Draco. Please land on Draco. Please! It landed on Ron. Figures.

"Truth or dare Ron?" I asked gloomily.

"Why don't we just play truth because there aren't many embarrassing dares we can do in this room", Draco said. "Sure", I replied curtly. This is working out better than I thought.

"So Ron, Truth or truth?" I asked. Ron puffed up his chest and replied bravely, "I'll go with truth".

I decided to go easy on him, so he wouldn't want vengeance. As the sensible one, on principle I don't try to make enemies. "Do you have a crush on anyone in Gryffindor?"

If you're wondering, yes, I am aware Ron has a crush on me. I ignore it to try and suppress the awkwardness between us.

"Yes", he was forced to reply with some help from the veritiserum. Harry suppressed a snort. Ron's face was aflame with embarrassment.

"My turn", Ron declared. He spun it and it landed on Draco. Ask him about why were here. Come on Ron. Think!

Again my trusty Ron came through. That was sarcasm if you didn't catch it because RON IS A FOOL! I wanted to smack him upside the head when he said, "Are you and Pansy going out?"

There are a couple things wrong with his question. First, he could have used it to find out why we're in this blasted place as above mentioned; second, everyone knows Malfoy and Parkinson snog; third, who cares?

"We just snog", replied Draco nonchalantly. I swear Ron doesn't think before he talks. Urghh!

Draco spun the bottle and luckily, it didn't land on m—wait it did. Damn.

Draco, with a smug smile I might add, said, "Have you ever cried after I called you a mudblood?"

Arsehole! How dare he. That's way too personal. Git! Stupid Ferret!

I decided I would just not say anything and fight the veritiserum. It couldn't be that hard right. I mean, I am Hermione Granger. My brain power should be able to overcome a little potion. No matter that I have read about all of its properties and I know that it's impossible. I'll just pretend.

"Yes". Damn Mouth! Damn Potion! Damn Malfoy! I am so getting him back.

Draco smirked, and Ron and Harry looked about to pounce. Draco kept looking smug and condescending at me. Why won't he just spin the damn bottle, and stop looking at me.

I didn't know what to do and my face was starting to flame up. Again I went with my gut reaction. I slapped him. Hard. Ha…yeah…I wiped that smug smile off his face…that'll teach him.

I told you, I'm nutters. I usually just think about doing these types of things in my head. I never go through with them. It must be the isolation or something. I did get a good sense of satisfaction when I saw the red hand print appear on his cheek.

"WHY DO YOU KEEP TRYING TO DEFORM MY BEAUTIFUL FACE?"

Ron, Harry, and I covered our ears to prevent severe hearing loss.

I started laughing. Draco screams like a girl.

He then looked at me with malicious intent shining in his grey eyes. Such a peculiar eye color.

Then, he tackled me.

Yes, tackled. Looks like I'm not the only one who has gone completely batters.

I screamed. I mean, wasn't this against the rules. Boys aren't supposed to hit girls. Shouldn't tackling be included as well? It reminded me of American football. I wondered if Draco had ever seen an American football match. Ha…first that would involve him watching a muggle TV, not to mention an American sport.

I was laughing in my head, which was weird by the way, when the breath was knocked out of me by an air borne Malfoy.

Naturally, Harry and Ron joined the fray, and I was trapped in a vicious brawl with three teenage boys. I must have found a four-leaf clover without my knowledge to obtain this kind of luck.

I remember my mother always telling me to shy away from conflict. In this case, I rolled away from it.

Yup, I'm badass. I rolled until I hit the couch and then I crouched behind it for cover. Yeah, I could have been in the Matrix.

I peeked over the back of the couch to make sure Ron and Harry were safe. Gotta make sure my boys are safe.

I almost started laughing. Ron had Draco in a headlock, Draco had Harry's arm in a weird position, and Harry kneed Draco in the groin. Hey, that's a girl move.

With a lot of effort and screaming on my part, I got the boys to separate. I thought Malfoy was going to assault me again, but it looked like he thought better of it with my two body guards staring angrily at him.

Nobody talked. The silence was awful. Boredom set in. We sat in the same position for hours. Finally, we called a truce to resume truth or da—truth.

It was my turn, and miraculously it landed on Draco. No sarcasm this time. Thank Merlin!

I was tempted to ask him a really mean or personal question to get him back, I had a few in my head about his scum of a father, but I stopped myself to accommodate my need to be released from this room.

"Why are we stuck in this room?" I was so curious I was about to burst.

Malfoy looked like he really didn't want to answer, He shot mean the meanest glare I have ever seen before answering, "I have a …crush on you Hermione, and Blaise thought by locking us in a room would move things along; especially since, we probably can't get out without kissing."

It was the first and only time I have ever seen Malfoy blush. He slapped his hand over his mouth and looked terrified. I would have felt sorry for him except the shock and embarrassment were starting to consume me.

Harry and Ron were gaping. My face was probably the reddest it's ever been. Ron was looking at me like I was a traitor or something.

I really didn't want to be here. Malfoy was looking at me expectantly. What do you say to your enemy who has just confessed to liking you?

I felt suffocated. Ron attacked Malfoy, and Harry started asking me too many questions. What luck I have today.

I wanted to obliviate everyone. Why did this have to happen? Damn Malfoy! Damn Zabini! I wanted to leave this minute.

I wished I had my wand. I had read about wandless magic, but it was too advanced for me. Worth a try.

In my mind I kept repeating obliviate. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I needed a means of escape. Malfoy was supposed to hate me. Hate was such a familiar feeling with him. I like the familiar.

I was just about to give up on the obliviate thing when there was a big flash of white light, and then I passed out for the second time in two days.

I woke up feeling kinda woozy and confused. Three pairs of eyes: green, blue, and gray, were staring intently at me.

"Are you okay", one of them said.

"Who are you?" I replied. I was starting to get scared. "Where am I?" "Who am I?"

The three boys looked at each other and said in unison, "Oh, crap."

AN: Oooo…Hermione lost her memory. Thank all of you guys for reading. You're awesome! I wanted to write this story only in the point of view of Hermione, but will you guys give me your opinion. Thanks. Also, suggestions for future plot are also welcome. Hope that chapter cleared up some of the questions. Wasn't my favorite chapter, but I hope you guys like it.