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A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I've been really really really busy, as I'm sure you know, as you've read my Author's Note in the last chapter. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, although it's not likely that I'll be doing it this week. Maybe on the weekend. Also, I still need a beta! If you'd like to be my beta, please leave a review or email me at [email protected] or AIM me at either sunmono, synchroswymmer, or avrilfan09721. I also need ideas, I've come up with a mild case of writer's block, and the plot bunnies are attacking me, I came up with ideas like, "What Umbridge REALLY Wrote On Her Clipboard" and other horrendous stories (I'm not saying that all stories like that are bad, just ones by me, I'm not funny). And this chapter isn't funny, although I like Harry's little speech. It took me a while. Now on with the story!

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"Hermione told us how to play Truth or Dare, but what's the Kiss and Tell part?" Harry asked Alex.

"Well, that's the fun part. You can either do the dare, or tell your Truth, or you have to kiss a person that the other person who either dared you or asked you the question decides," Alex explained.

"But what if you don't like the person that the other person decided for you?" Ron questioned.

"Then you do what they told you to do or answer," Alex answered. "Does everybody get that?"

Everybody nodded.

"I'll go first," Alex said. "Hermione, truth or dare?" she asked.

Hermione looked shocked at being asked first. "Dare," she said.

Alex thought for a minute, staring at Hermione. "Alright, I dare you to kiss Ron," she decided.

Hermione hesitated for a second, then pulled Ron close and kissed him on the lips. Ron looked surprised but kissed back. They lingered for a minute with what looked like a little bit of tongue, then broke apart, both blushing furiously. Everybody laughed.

"OK, my turn," Hermione said, anxious to get the attention off her and Ron. "Neville, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Neville said, not wanting to kiss anybody.

Hermione got a devilish grin on her face. Neville gulped. "Why are you so afraid of Professor Snape? I mean, sure he picks on you, but he does the same with Harry and almost everyone else in Gryffindor. And they're not scared of him, only resentful. So why are you so scared?" Hermione asked.

"Who do I have to kiss?" inquired Neville weakly.

Hermione looked around the room. "Luna," she said.

Neville looked doubtful, but walked over to where Luna was sitting and gave her a peck on the cheek. Without a word, he walked back to his place in the circle and sat down. Luna giggled.

"Harry, truth or dare?" Neville asked.

Harry thought about it. "Dare," he said.

Neville thought and thought, but couldn't come up with a dare that would put Harry though the embarrassment that he had to go through. Finally, Ron got tired of waiting and whispered a suggestion in Neville's ear.

"Don't you think that's a bit… harsh?" Neville asked.

"Nah, don't worry about it. Who cares?" Ron explained.

"Well, OK then. Harry, I dare you to ask out Pansy Parkinson… in front of Malfoy!" Neville dared Harry. Harry gulped. It was well known that Malfoy had a crush on Pansy, and vice versa. (A/N: Just pretend, OK?).

"Fine. But I'm blaming Ron if anything happens to me," Harry said.

Neville and Ron agreed and they all trooped out of the compartment to see Harry do his dare. They went to every compartment in search of Malfoy and his gang of friends who, they were sure, would be in the same compartment.

Finally, they found it. They peeked in, but Malfoy wasn't there.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," came a cold, slow drawl from behind them. They all turned around, although they knew who it was. "It's Potty, the Weasel, the baby Weasel, the Mudblood, Longbottom, the Loony, and somebody else, who I suspect is a Mudblood also," Malfoy sneered.

"Harry," Hermione hissed in his ear, "You should go now, while he's paying attention. We'll get him to see you."

Harry gulped a few times to work up his courage. He then walked into the compartment. He could hear Hermione talking behind him.

"Malfoy, I'm a prefect again. Do you really want a detention before school starts?" Hermione taunted.

"I'll have you know, Granger, that I am also a prefect," Malfoy drawled. Then Harry heard Alex speak up.

"Ohmigod Hermione, look at what Harry's doing!" she exclaimed, giving Harry the cue to ask Pansy the question. Malfoy turned his head and watched Harry though narrowed eyes. Harry walked over to Pansy and recited the speech that he had been thinking of since he agreed to the dare.

"Pansy, we've known each other for a long time. Since the first day on the train, I felt it. I was only 11 years old, of course, so I didn't know what it was. In third year, when Malfoy got hurt and you were worried about him, I felt it to. I wanted to be on the receiving end of that worry. Of course, I would never want to make you worried. Every time I see you, my heart flips over. Pansy Parkinson, will you go out with me and be my girlfriend?" he asked, gesturing theatrically. The compartment was filled with a stunned silence, except for the six friends by the compartment door, who were trying to stifle their laughter and failing miserably. The look on Malfoy's face was priceless. He had an interesting combination of a surprised look and murderous expression on his face. Finally, Pansy broke the silence.

"Ew, get away from me, Potter!" she shrieked. "I wouldn't go out with you if somebody offered me a million galleons AND you were the last male in the universe! Now get OUT of MY compartment!"

Harry faked a hurt expression. "I didn't know you felt that way about me, Pansy," he sniffed. Just then, Draco came out of his petrified state, grabbed Harry, and threw him out of the compartment, slamming the door behind him. Harry picked himself and the group walked back to their compartment. As soon as they were safely in the compartment, Harry cracked up. The sight of him laughing so hard set all the rest of them off. They laughed until they were all laughed out.

"Does anyone really want to keep playing?" Hermione asked. "That last dare was kind of a grand finale, if you ask me."

All the others agreed to stop, some with ecstasy that they didn't have to go, like Ginny, and others with reluctance, like Alex. The compartment remained quiet until they got to the castle, with Hermione and Alex reading books, the guys talking quietly about Quiddich, Ginny listening quietly to the boys and occasionally adding her opinion, and Luna reading the Quibbler. When they got off of the train, Alex clung on to Hermione's arm.

"Mione, where do I go?" she asked.

"Oh, you need to get sorted. Come with me," Hermione answered. They walked over to a middle-aged looking woman. Alex got the feeling that the woman was not someone to make mad.

"Professor McGonagall, this is Alex Mauro. She just got here this year, and she needs to get sorted," Hermione told the woman, who was evidently Professor McGonagall.

"Ah, Miss Mauro. Come this way," Professor McGonagall said, gesturing for Alex to follow. Alex said goodbye to Hermione and followed the professor into the huge doors of the castle.

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A/N: How was it? I'm sorry it took so long to update, I've been so busy. Oh, and I'm handing out small cameo parts. If you'd like a cameo part, just leave me a review and leave your name/pseudonym and an optional description of how you would like your character to look. Please review!