Harry met up with Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall where they were huddled together, whispering to each other scandalously. When Harry approached, they sprang apart and stuffed their mouths with food.

"What's going on?" asked Harry randomly, sitting down across from them and scanning the room.

Hermione and Ron glanced at each other quickly.

"Nothing," they both said shortly, but Ron's neck started to turn red.

"Oh," said Harry, choosing to ignore this. He scanned the table and spotted Ginny's angry glare from a little ways down, next to Dean. He chose to ignore this as well. Luna was the only one at their table who wasn't a Gryffindor. She spotted him and waved vaguely; Harry stared blankly and waved, turning slightly red as he spotted Snape out of the corner of his eye.

Luna then proceeded to search for Snape, smiling smartly to herself. Harry caught Snape's smirk and vomited a little in his mouth.

Hermione and Ron were back to whispering to each other; Hermione was giggling. Harry glared at them.

"Look, I know you're both very proud, but stuff like that is going to have to stop," said Harry, feeling grossed out in every possible way. Ron blushed again, but Hermione simply smirked.

"Thank you," he said as they began eating once more, though they didn't stop giving each other furtive looks and smiling to themselves proudly at random moments. Harry looked up again and Ginny was still glaring at him. He looked straight at her and rolled his eyes obviously, and she scowled.

"Mr. Weasley," said McGonagall suddenly.

The entire table jumped.

"Your mother would like to see you. Miss Granger, your parents are here."

Hermione gasped loudly and dropped her fork.

"NO!"

"Yes, Miss Granger, I'm afraid so," said Professor McGonagall sternly. "They are waiting for you in the hospital wing."

Both Ron and Hermione stood quickly and ran from the Great Hall, whispering to each other again (but in a frantic way). Harry rolled his eyes and let his fork drop onto his plate loudly. McGonagall, understanding the source of Harry's frustration as he watched the pair run down the room frantically, patted his shoulder sympathetically and continued after them.

"Harry," said a voice. He turned and saw Seamus, Neville, and Ginny, who also looked like they felt bad for him. "You can come over here and eat with us if you want," Seamus was saying.

"Er...no thanks," said Harry nervously. "I'm just going to go up to the dormitory." Without another word he got up from the table and left. He hated it when people felt sorry for him.

Instead of going to the dormitory like he said he would, he decided to walk a little. After passing the kitchens, the library, the dungeons, and what had been Dumbledore's office, he decided to find the Room of Requirement, where no one could find him (mostly because no one else knew where it was). He arrived in the corridor and walked, back and forth three times, thinking I need somewhere to sit alone, I need somewhere to think alone...

Harry opened his eyes and looked. There was no door.

"What?" He said aloud, not really meaning too.

"Harry?"

Harry looked down the corridor and spotted Neville, who was looking at him with an odd look on his face.

"Um, Harry...I think you should come back to the dormitory," said Neville. "Ginny and Luna are in there and they're going through Ron's stuff..."

"What?" said Harry again stupidly and took off down the hallway. He knew Ron and Hermione would never stand for something like that.

"Frange femur," said Harry to the fat lady and pushed through the door, not waiting for an answer.

"GINNY! LUNA!" shouted Harry as he stormed up the stairs, followed closely by Neville.

"Neville, you little git," said Ginny, stuffing a black shirt into her back pocket hastily. "I ought to hex you for that."

Luna was on Seamus' bed with a red and pink book in one hand with her other arm extended over her head. Her leg was up in the air as well; she had a confused look on her face. Harry caught the words Kuma Sutra on the side and blushed furiously, looking away as quick as he could.

"LUNA!" screeched Ginny. "Where did you get that?"

Luna didn't look up from the book. She kept reading and pointed with the hand that had been up in the air at Ron's trunk.

"It says it's from Hermione..." Luna trailed off.

"Yuck," said Ginny, scowling and throwing things off of Ron's bed. She sat on the very edge, looking sick.

"You shouldn't go looking through his stuff, Ginny, he's going to be furious," said Harry angrily. "So whatever you took, put it back."

"What are you talking about? I didn't take anything," she said loftily.

"I saw you! You stuck something of his in your back pocket!"

"Ginny? Luna?"

Ron had come around the corner; he looked confused.

"What are you two doing in here? HEY! LUNA! PUT THAT AWAY!"

"Dear Ickle Ronnikins," sang Luna. "May all your nights be very interesting. Love always, from your—"

Ron snatched it away from her, beet red.

"—Hermy-own," finished Luna, smiling vibrantly.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING IN MY STUFF!" shouted Ron, still red in the face.

"RON," said Hermione, walking through the door. "What could you possibly be yelli—Luna?"

She stared at Luna, who was still smirking.

"RON!" shrieked Hermione, recognizing the book. "WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT OUT!" She blushed nearly as red as Ron.

"I didn't get it out! They did!" Ron argued back, pointing at them. Harry crossed the room and laid down in his bed, ignoring them.

Hermione snatched the book out of Ron's hand and stuffed it in her back pocket. She glanced at Ron and Harry, then looked at Ginny.

"Um, Ginny, do you think we could talk to Luna alone for a second," she asked, a little too sweetly.

"Look, Hermione, it's no big deal, I was going through his stuff too," said Ginny, jumping off the bed. "It's not like we found anything we didn't already know was here."

"No, no, it wasn't about that. We just...wanted to talk to her about something."

Both Ginny and Luna looked at her skeptically.

"...About what?" asked Ginny in a voice that was almost as sickly sweet.

"Nothing!" said Hermione, blushing a little bit as she said it. Harry rolled his eyes. If she had just said something, he would have been able to get Ginny out of the room without turning red. Ginny, of course, didn't miss it.

"I want to know what's going on," said Ginny with a powerful force in her voice.

"Well...I don't know if Luna—"

"So, you found out then?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked at Luna with shock.

"Well...well..." Ron gulped. "We just wanted to know if..."

"Neville, get out," said Luna.

Neville glared at her, but he turned and walked out anyway.

"Harry," she said. "Close the door." Harry got up from his bed and did as he was told. Afterwards, he felt silly for doing what he was told.

"What..." Ginny looked at all of them. "What the bloody hell is going on?"

"Language, Ginny," said Ron.

She said something back to him that was very rude. Harry stared at her, a little surprised.

"So, I'm guessing that you want to know how it happened," asked Luna, looking around as if she didn't care what they were discussing.

"Well...yes," said Hermione.

"SERIOUSLY," spat Ginny. "What the bloody hell is going on?"

"Luna's having an affair with Snape," said Harry.

He looked rather surprised having said these words out loud. Ginny glanced at him skeptically. She transferred her glance to Hermione, who looked away, then to Ron, who was staring at the floor, and finally to Luna, who was positively beaming.

"WHAT?"

"It's true," said Luna, picking up Harry's copy of Which Broomstick from Harry's bed and reading quietly, quite unalarmed.

"Holy brand-new white wizard Gandalf, LUNA!" Ginny screeched. "THAT'S DISGUSTING!"

She sank down on the end of Ron's bed once more, shaking and looking pale.

"Luna," said Hermione quietly. "How...? When...? Why...? I mean, Snape...?"

Luna shrugged.

"I don't know, it just happened," she said, still reading.

"No, no," said Ginny. "Things like...getting lost, or...being tripped happen. Things like...affairs with Snape just don't happen!"

Luna gave her a calculating look.

"You cannot control the forces of love, Ginny."

"Luna—" started Harry, grossed out. Dean and Seamus, who walked through the door talking about Parvati Patil, interrupted Harry; they stopped when they saw Hermione, Ron, Luna, Harry, and Ginny, who was still sitting on the bed, looking sick to her stomach.

"Ginny?" asked Dean. "What's wrong?"

She got up from the bed and ran out the door, avoiding Dean.

"Ginny!" he called, but he didn't go after her. "What's going on?" he asked Harry. Harry stared and didn't say anything.

"Well," said Luna, smiling. "I'm going to bed. Well...maybe."

Ron turned purple.

Hermione followed her, glancing at Ron with a worried look on her face.

"What was that all about?" asked Seamus. Harry shrugged. Ron sat on his bed with his arms around his knees, rocking slightly and muttering to himself.

"Ron, it's going to be alright," said Harry, smiling in spite of himself. Ron pulled the curtains around the bed.

Without another look at Dean or Seamus, Harry climbed in his own bed and pulled the curtains around him.