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Chapter 1: Now That We're All Here Together...

Three main things happened at different places and times, yet they all weave together as one in the big picture later, and are of importance in this story:

First, Draco Malfoy stood beside a staircase in the shadows, as he always did for 15 minutes every day. He didn't care to socialize all that much, and rather preferred watching what the other students did, whether it be hustling around for their next class, or making a fool of themselves in front of him (without knowing it, of course). People thought he was shallow, as shallow as the pools of silver in his eyes, yet he was deeper than they presumed.

He was nothing compared to Harry Potter, and he knew it quite well, so he did his best to keep this weakness unknown. This is why he was known as a bully, but the best he could do was insult, maybe even hex the victims. He had his "cronies" to do the dirty work, or to simply follow him around, looking fearsome, scaring people away. Draco could never do anything that required real physical work, for he had always been pale and weak. Although his father had hoped that Quidditch would change this, it did nothing more than tone his body. His father somehow knew that his son could still not kill a man without his wand, his "cronies", or his father.

Yes...Draco had use for his father. After all, he would not be here that day without him (and I don't mean biologically), for Crabbe and Goyle's fathers' knew his father, and he gained his reputation with his father...so on and so forth.

Even with all these things in mind, Draco found his life completely and utterly boring. When it came to real friends, he had none. Besides his bodyguards, the closest thing to a friend was...well...Pansy, but all she did was hang around him when she wanted something. Life was simply not enough for this 17-year-old. But things were soon to change.

At the same time, Ginny Weasley, Terry Boot, and Luna Lovegood stood by an ancient column near the staircase leading to the first floor. They were eagerly chatting away, Terry saying how Ravenclaw would win the Quidditch Cup that year, and Ginny (the only non-Ravenclaw) generally scoffing at him. Luna was simply watching them argue with mild amusement.

Ginny Weasley was more popular than she thought; she did not have an incredibly large amount of friends, but she had quite a few. Her best friends were Colin Creevey, and Luna Lovegood, and she was pretty good friends with Neville.

As one of the few females from her family to attend Hogwarts, Ginny was not exactly liberal, but not shy or modest, either. Surrounded by males her entire life, she had also grown up to be quite a tomboy, yet, she had her own special female quirks. She never painted her nails and she rarely had a hissy fit over her hair, but she wanted to look rather nice. Her hair was still red, unfortunately (a curse, she thought), was a little longer than shoulder length, and was layered.

Although she had given up on him long ago, Ginny still kind of fancied Harry, but she would never admit it! She had had her fair share of boyfriends. There was Michael, Dean, and, uh, that was it…but they were long, meaningful relationships…

"Excuse me, but, er, have you seen Lavender Brown?" Parvati Patil asked, interrupting Terry and Ginny's argument.

And also at that moment, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were walking around, doing nothing in particular, although Harry had something on his mind.

"Just what are we doing, anyway?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry paused for a minute and said, "We are looking for the new D.A. classroom, since the whole staff probably knows where the last one is and how to find it."

"Right," Hermione agreed, her eyes moving slightly to the right.

Ron shifted his head slightly to the left and his eyes met hers…for one second, until they both (rather quickly) turned away.

Ah, yes, though their method was to deny, deny, deny, Ron liked Hermione since their third year at Hogwarts. Hermione also liked Ron, but since her very first year. However, they had no intention of telling each other any time soon.

Sooner or later, they came across an old wooden door which they were about to pass, but Hermione, never one to judge a book by it's cover, stopped and opened the door.

It appeared to be an old classroom. There were several desks scattered around, all stained with years of graffiti and carvings, such as "I love John," and "Die, you bitch." Surprisingly, though, from what they could see, it also looked like a teacher's lounge, with two plaid couches, both very worn out, and an opened closet full of clothes. On the walls were different portraits of various Wizards and Witches, all appearing to have just woken up from a century-long sleep. The greatest thing in the classroom, though, was the great basket of-

"CANDY!" Ron yelled at the top of his lungs as he darted inside the room.

Hermione and Harry watched with horrified expressions on their face as Ron began to eat.

"Did you see the way he attacked that thing?" Hermione whispered to Harry.

Suddenly, Ginny, Terry, Luna, and Parvati all came running next to them.

"What's going on?" shouted Terry amongst Ron's eating.

All of the hungry teenagers began to gobble down the candy, but none of them noticed as the door slowly shut behind them.

When the entire basket was empty and the group was satiated, they all sat down on the couches, which emitted a poof of dust when sat upon.

All seven sat there in silence, until Parvati said, "Actually, I need to get going. Lavender is probably looking for me, too."

"Hey, you know what? This place will work-for the new D.A. meetings!" Harry claimed.

"That's nice and all Harry, but, we need to get going!" Parvati snapped as the rest of them started to get up.

Parvati grabbed her bag and walked to the door but it would not budge. "It, er, won't open."

"What do you mean, it won't open!" Ron shouted.

"I mean what I said, idiot."

"Stupid," said Ron, not knowing what else to say.

"You're so…gay!"

Ron looked horrified. "I have not, nor will I ever be gay!"

"Name two girlfriends you've had."

He almost said something somewhere along the lines of a decent comeback, but he stopped and said, "Er, well, there was Polly. Polly Smith. You, er, don't know her."

"Because she doesn't exist!" Parvati shrieked.

"Okay, Parvati, I've never hit a girl but maybe I'm just going to-!"

"Ron!" Ginny exclaimed. "It's not worth it!" Whatever she said wasn't working. "I'll tell Mum!" she concluded desperately.

"You just stay out of this!" he roared.

Parvati looked pleased with herself but kept an eye on Ron. "Ooh…did I cut you real deep, Ron?"

Everyone started talking at once, yelling, trying to calm others down but getting mad themselves. Everyone except Luna.

"Shut UP!" Luna yelled, silencing everyone. They all stopped, staring at her. Apparently they forgot she was in the room.

"You know what! Fine. I'll just leave," Ron said, walking towards the door, but just as the door swung open, which hit Ron on the forehead, causing several curse words to "slip" from his mouth.

"Watch it, Weasley, or I'll have to take points from your pathetic house." And in strode Malfoy, leering at his prey, slamming the door violently behind him.

"Well, I've caught you all again, and this time you're in big trouble, I must say."

"What do you mean, trouble, Malfoy?" Harry said dangerously as he stood up and narrowed his eyes at him.

"Well," he continued, seeming to enjoy himself, "You stupid oafs have wandered into an old detention room, which is, may I say so, forbidden, because once you get in you can't get out, and…"

He turned around quickly and grabbed the doorknob, turning it wildly, but the door was already locked.

"Well, fuck."

After continuous yells for help and rescue, no one came. The group all sat down, two having to sit on the floor because the two couches were full (which happened to be Ron and Malfoy, both of them being shoved off the couches).

"Well," Hermione said after heaving one long sigh, "It looks as if we're going to be here for a while,"

"What are we supposed to do?" Terry asked hopelessly.

"Let's look around first," Hermione suggested.

After about two minutes, they discovered another room, which happened to be a bedroom with two beds. They also found a table, which fills with food whenever anyone gets hungry, and (thankfully) a bathroom.

"Again, what are we supposed to do?" Terry said, sighing dramatically.

"Well, lets play a game," Parvati decided. When she got stares from the rest of them she finished, "So the time will go by quicker."

Luna, eyes wide, said, "Like what?"

"Truth or dare. I'll go first."

She scanned the room for a victim, each student seeming to duck from her view, and finally, her eyes rested on…Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy…truth or dare?"

He seemed to think about it for a few seconds, everyone looking at him apprehensively and holding their breath.

"Truth," he decided.

"Okay, well, uh, like, who do you, uh, like?"

Draco had never thought he would have to answer this. He thought several girls in the castle were attractive, but that wasn't the same as like.

"Well," he started, but as he thought about it, he knew the perfect way to push Ron's button. "Weasley, I think your sister here is looking pretty good today."

Needless to say, Malfoy was decked by Ron within the next few seconds, and he was out cold.

Harry secretly gave Ron a "Good Job" look, and went to go look down at Malfoy.

"Should we help him?" Parvati asked.

"No," was the response of about everyone.

But Hermione said, "We need to get him to the infirmary."

Ron groaned and said quietly, "Hermione, can you not do the right thing for once?"

Terry went to go check on the door, but it still would not move.

"Well, now that we're all here together, I think that we had best learn to get along," Hermione noted.

But as they all looked at Malfoy's body sprawled across the floor, the thought of a peaceful stay in the old detention room seemed farther and farther away.

Author's Note: C'mon...It's right there, that nice, purple button. Press it, reader!