A/N: Hi!  Sorry that this chapter is kinda short and stupid, but there will just be a few more chaps of D/G, but that's going to help the storyline a lot!  Please read and review!  Also, Misread Destiny is finally out, the prequel!  Please read it!  It will really help you understand certain parts in this story later on.  Ok, thanks!

~Jinglez**

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Chapter 32:

            The group of slightly bewildered people followed Dumbledore silently.  Calista had gone back into her classroom and had begun teaching again.  Harry walked beside Ron and Hermione.  Lenore and Robyn were behind them, Draco and Ginny, to Harry's displeasure, behind them, and Blaise Zabini bringing up the rear.  Everyone else was in front of Harry. 

            Even more to Harry's befuddlement, Dumbledore brought them to the Room of Requirements! 

            "Er, Professor," said Harry, unsure of what to ask.

            "Yes, Harry?" the old man asked, a twinkle in his blue eyes. 

            "What exactly are we doing in here?"

            "Well, I understand that some arguments have been breaking out between most of you, and I think that the most logical thing to do is to leave you all in the room of Requirements until each issue is resolved."  He similed, but everyone else just stared at him.

            "You're joking," said Evelyn in disbelief.  It was alarming how much Evelyn seemed like a student still.  "But, Professor, I'm a Professor, you can't do that-"  Dumbledore laughed. 

            "Calista will take over your classes until this argument is resolved, and Severus, I would be more than happy to take over your classes…"  Snape's jaw clenched.  Dumbledore then left the room. 

            "I will see you all in a day or two, I hope; goodbye."  He then left the room. 

            Snape immediately ran over to the door after Dumbledore.  It was locked.  "Damn!" he muttered angrily. 

            "Locked?" asked Evelyn.  She then snorted.  "Let's hope we get out of here sooner than last time…"

            "What happened last time, Evelyn- I mean, Professor O'Cafferey?" asked Hermione instantly. 

            "Oh, I don't know what he thinks he's playing at- One time when we were sixth years, Dumbledore locked me, Harry's mother, Calista, Holly, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Snape, and a few other Slytherins in here… we apparently never settled our arguments, because they came to get us two weeks later saying we were hopeless cases and that we were missing too much school… That was the week, it was right at the end of the year, when Lily finally began liking James… Oh, it was so sweet, and Remus finally kissed me… I actually think that Remus had to transform and that was why we were let out, but…" she trailed off smiling.  Snape icily cleared his throat. 

            Harry desperately wished he had somewhere to sit down, and suddenly a bunch of cushions appeared on the floor.  Harry and Ron walked over to sit down, but Hermione stayed by the door.  Do you think Alohomora would work?" she asked anxiously.

            "No, you idiot girl, don't you think Dumbledore would have thought of that?" asked Snape sharply.

            "Oh," said Hermione, but Harry could tell that she was still itching to try it anyway.  Hermione then joined Harry and Ron on the cushions, and soon everybody was sitting. 

            "How do we get out of here?" asked Malfoy suddenly.

            "We all have to 'resolve our conflicts'," said Snape, annoyed. 

            "But what conflicts was he talking about?" asked Lavender from the other side of Lenore. 

            "I'm not sure," said Ginny, "But we should all try to think of what conflicts he was talking about… and I guess we have to talk about them.  Who wants to go first?  Just try to think of a secret or conflict with somebody else in this room…"

            Everyone looked at each other uneasily.  Nobody spoke.  Finally Ginny sighed.  "FINE!  I will go first, honestly… but somebody has to go after me, all right?"  Harry sighed; he loved the way she was such a born leader.

            "O- Okay, I think I know my conflict," she said shakily, throwing a quick glance at Draco, "I- I mean, I'm… I'm kind of… this is to Harry and Ron and anyone else who cares, but—" 

            "She and I are seeing each other," said Malfoy quickly.  Ron jumped up in rage, as did Zabini.

            "What did you say, Ferret boy?" he demanded.  "Ginny, he's lying, right? I mean, you and Harry fancy each other…right?  Oh, Ginny, tell me he's lying…"  Ginny nodded miserably.

            "I knew it!" accused Blaise, "You are a filthy spy, aren't you?  Aren't you?"

            "Merlin, Blaise, calm down; just because I'm dating a non-death eater doesn't mean I'm a spy-"

            "You're a death eater?" asked Ron incredulously.  "I knew it, Ginny, you aren't dating him, are you?"

            "It's the truth, Ron.  But… I'm not sorry!  Malfoy is really sweet and good and kind!" 

            "Ginny… I can't believe you!"  He turned to Harry.  "Did you know about this?" 

            "Yeah," said Harry, depressed.  It was several more minutes before Ron was consoled finally, and several more minutes before Blaise stopped muttering various hexes and shooting death glares at Draco. 

            "Who's going next?" asked Ginny, clearly still upset. 

            "Well, I basically just went," said Draco thoughtfully, "So why don't you go, Weasel- Ron, I mean."

            "I don't know what my conflict is," said Ron huffily.  Draco snorted.

            "Whatever… how about you, Potter?"  Harry thought very hard but couldn't think of what to say.

            "I honestly can't think of one…  I'm sure it'll come to me, though.  What about you, 'Mione?"  Hermione suddenly looked extremely nervous. 

            "What is it, Hermione?" asked Ron.

            "N- nothing, I… Can I just go last, please?"

            "Ughhhhhhhhh," said several people at once. 

            "S- sorry, it's just… how about you, Robyn?"  Robyn glared at Hermione for a moment.

            "Oh, well, I am a Gryffindor, after all… I think my row is with Blaise."  Everyone looked immediately curious.  "I fancied you last year," she said in an offhand voice.  Blaise looked extremely surprised.

            "Do you still?" asked Lavender quickly.

            "Nah, not anymore…" said Robyn, laughing.  Lavender looked hurt.

            "I was in your dorm and you never told me?"  Robyn grinned.

            "Sorry, Lav.  But why don't you go next?"  Lavender blushed quickly, and she pulled back her long light brown hair.  Harry made eye contact with her for a split second, and could nearly read her mind.  She fancied him. Harry realized that she did, actually, have very pretty light green eyes. 

            Lavender smiled.  "Um… I think I'll resolve it privately, thanks…"  Robyn and Lenore chuckled, they had read what she'd said in the note.  Draco and Blaise and Harry, however, looked like deer in headlights. 

            "Okay, well… who hasn't gone that is going to do it now…?" asked Hermione thoughtfully.  "What about you, Evelyn?" 

            "Well, my conflict is with Snivellus, I mean, Professor Snape…"  Everyone chuckled hearing the name.  "And I know exactly what it is…"

            "Well?" asked Harry.

            "He kissed my best friend in our second year, Lily Evans, which made James try to save her, because he fancied her, but then Lily got mad and said that she could've handled it herself; she was a big girl, and because of that, I had to tolerate her hating James for five years when secretly, we all knew she liked him…"  Almost everybody looked fairly shocked.

            "This Lily and James," began Malfoy, "Harry's parents?"

            "Yep," said Evelyn stubbornly, crossing her arms.  Malfoy did one of his trademark smirks.

            "So," said Harry casually, "Professor… why'd ya kiss my Mum?"  Snape looked at Harry coolly, looking rather embarrassed. 

            "None of your business, Potter," he spat.

            "Oh isn't it?" asked Harry innocently, despite Hermione's telling him to shut up, "Because of you, my parents might not have married!  I wouldn't have been born… now how does it feel to have that on your conscience, Professor?" Harry joked.  Snape gave Harry an icy look.

            "Don't push it, Potter." 

            Evelyn sighed, exasperatedly.  "You know, I've heard that phrase more than I can count!  From Lily, from Calli, from Sniv., from Malfoy, from Professor McGonagall, from Professor Pontent, from Sirius and Remus and Peter, from Flitwick and Voldemort-" Lavender, Robyn, Malfoy, Snape, and Blaise all shuddered, "- from Holly… I swear, if I ever have to hear that again, I'll go insane!"  

            Ron's ears perked up suddenly.  "Who's Holly?" he asked quickly.  Evelyn suddenly got a faraway look in her eyes.

            "Holly was murdered."

            "Oh," said Harry.

            "She was me and Calli's and your Mum's best friend… Remus and Calli and I will talk to you sometime soon about her…"  Harry smiled.  

            After a few minutes, Hermione spoke up.  "Why don't we all resolve any 'private' issues now?" There was a general murmur of assent from everyone.  

            Harry began thinking extremely hard about any conflict he could think of.  Maybe he had to tell Ginny that he liked her… yes, that was probably it.  Or maybe he had to tell Ron and Hermione about the Prophecy… That would be bad…

            Suddenly Lavender approached Harry.  "Hey."

            "Hi," replied Harry, smiling.

            "My conflict or whatever was with you, Harry."

            "Oh?"

            "Yeah… You see, I used to fancy you, but I don't anymore."  For some reason, Harry felt a sinking sensation in his stomach.  "But I would really like becoming your friend.  I mean, I'm really good friends with basically all Gryffindors in our year but you, Ron, and Hermione… and I want to get to know you better.  I also want to work harder in the DA and stuff.  I mean, I think I can really be a help… Voldem- Volde- Voldemort, he killed my parents this summer."

            "Oh, Lavender… I'm so sorry.." Harry didn't know what to say.

            "Yeah, I'm muggle-born and stuff… I should have known… but, anyway…" Lavender looked on the verge of tears.  "They took my little sister, and, she's probably dead and all, but… I want to face Voldemort.  There's nothing more important, I can see that now, and I see that we need to do everything possible to make sure good prevails."  Harry nodded thoughtfully.  He had never known Lavender, beautiful gossipy Lavender, was so insightful.  He'd always thought of her as rather shallow.  

            "Thanks, Lavender," said Harry.

            "For what?" she asked.

            "For telling me that."  Lavender smiled and walked away.  

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