Author's Note- Wow lookit this! Not such a large gap between this chapter and the previous one!

Chapter 8

Harry hit his head against his wall. Again. And Again. Not really caring that he could see little stars everywhere, blurred from his tears. Not noticing Ginny entering the Gryffindor Common Room, yelling the word "stop," which he couldn't hear, because right then, he blacked out. (Wow. O.O)

Harry woke up, rubbing his head, looking around at the blurry room of what he faintly saw as to be the hospital wing. As he put on his glasses, he noticed that sleeping peacefully in a chair next to his bed, was Ginny. Madam Pomfrey poked her head through the door, and seeing that he had woken up, yelled, "MR. POTTER!"

Ginny woke with a start.

"Oh, so sorry dear," Madam Pomfrey said apologetically to Ginny, before turning her ice filled gaze back onto Harry. "WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!"

As Harry opened his mouth to reply, he realized that he had forgotten what he had been doing.

Luckily, Ginny noticed this. "Oh, he had a rough day yesterday, and bumped his head into the wall quite hard, repeatedly," Ginny added, muttering, "Where I found him, unconscious."

Then images flooded back to Harry's head. His fight with Ron, walking back to the Gryffindor Common Room in a daze…

Madam Pomfrey grunted. "Oh yes. That shouting match you had with Mr. Weasley. Well Potter, hopefully you can stay out of anything strenuous for the next few days, else your head will start up again. Other than that, you're free to go!" with that, Madam Pomfrey swept away into her office.

Malfoy sulked in Professor McGonagall's classroom. He was, once again, serving a detention. This time, it was for being late for class three day s in a row and not turning in his assignments for two days in a row. As his punishment, he had to polish every single picture frame that Professor McGonagall gave him. They had to be wiped clean, by using the transfiguring charm that McGonagall had made the class practice as an assignment…which he failed to do. Since the charm made dust change into bright white feathers, it would have been easy to tell whether or not he had been able to accomplish such a spell. But looking at the empty wastebasket, it seemed he would be there for a looonngg time.

"Damn McGonagall. What a stupid spell. This spell isn't even useful!" Malfoy muttered under his breath, so McGonagall, who was sitting near him, could not hear him. McGonagall had locked Malfoy's wand with a spell so feather producing, and cleaning spells could not be produced. Malfoy flicked and twirled his wand in as many ways as he could think of, but nothing seemed to be working. (McGonagall had to repeatedly perform numerous spells as Malfoy had the tendency to make items around the room change into animals that could not even be identified.)

Finally, after an hour of flicking and twirling, he managed to create his first batch of feathers.

He moved onto the next picture, and the next, and the next, and the next… As he was about to put away his 34th one, a smiling, and very pretty looking, girl with black hair caught his eye. The girl grinned at him, and Malfoy grinned uneasily back. Malfoy noticed, thankfully, that it wasn't a Gryffindor, and was instead, a Ravenclaw.

She's prettier than that Pansy! thought Malfoy. I may just have to see what this girl may have in store for me…

Seeing Potter in the 68th picture, Malfoy only half heartedly transformed the dust into feathers, leaving a blotch of dust on Potter's face.

Once Malfoy finished, he edged away from the 6 ft tall pile of feathers, and got up and went out the door. Since it was time for dinner, he walked coolly to the Great Hall, noticing that Potter's fat head wasn't in the room.

Probably out trying to get attention. Malfoy sneered in his head.

When he was about to sit at his table, edged between Crab and Goyle, he spotted the girl that was in the picture. Malfoy grinned and strode over to the Ravenclaw table, but then stopped, noticing that she was weeping. Malfoy immediately changed his direction, making it seem as though he was heading to a nearby classroom.

Alana couldn't stop crying. Even her teachers, who in the beginning felt pity for her (even though they had no idea what was wrong), began to become annoyed at her sniveling. Ron, Ron, Ron, was all he could think about. She tried discussing her "relationship issues with Ron" with Ginny, but she was no help. All she would do is look away and pretend she hadn't heard her until she talked of another issue.

As for Luna, well… Alana didn't like Luna. Luna was odd. An odd ball, queer; a square amongst circles. According to Alana, people like Luna brought a bad face on the Ravenclaw household. (Plus, of course, there were rumors that Luna secretly fancied Ron.)

Alana, of course, to keep up her shy, sweet, reputation, never said anything that made herself look bad. But secretly, and very discreetly, when no was else was near, Alana would do things that'd get Luna humiliated. Alana would let such names such as "Looney Lovegood" find its way accidently out of her mouth. Luna's odd belongings would be found somewhere where it could be seen by everyone.

But beyond that, creating humiliation for Luna was quite difficult. It being known that Luna was the great Harry Potter's friend, and battled alongside him in the Department of Mysteries, brought her great popularity among other Ravenclaws. Alana, being very pretty, got fame just from that, which she used to her advantage.

Weeping was one of them. Alana's alligator sized tears from her beautiful deep violet eyes made your heart sank. Crowds of her Ravenclaw friends sympathetically surrounded her, who she didn't like all that much, trying to make her feel better, but of no prevail. (Well, obviously. She's faking. It was kind of like Malfoy and Pansy. Pansy always trying to suck up to Malfoy, trying to get him to fancy her, which also was of no prevail).

Anyways, one late afternoon during lunch, a gray-brown owl and chestnut colored owl plopped onto Alana's plate. The first owl stuck out a foot that was attached to a letter, eagerly eying Alana's food.

When Alana untied the letter, the owl gave a loud hoot, grabbing a piece of sausage and flying off.

The letter said,

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

The flowers are sweet,

And so are you.

On Saturday, meet me near the Room of Requirement at 7:00 PM. I'll provide dinner. You'll enjoy it.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

Alana may have been a good drama queen, but she was in Ravenclaw for a reason. This sounded like a stalker letter. She glanced at the second owl, who hooted impatiently for her to untie the large package from her legs. Once Alana did, the owl gave another hoot, and grabbed the largest piece of sausage that had been on Alana's plate before flying off.

In the package was a large bouquet of beautiful white flowers, which had the sweetest scent she had ever smelled.

Alana had a wave of happiness wash over her, and immediately she decided to go to the dinner, which, incidentally, was tonight.

The flowers were unnoticed by her crowd of Ravenclaw sympathizers, and they excitedly asked her who they were from. All Alana did was smile and say she they were from a secret admirer. Without another word, she rushed off to the Ravenclaw girl's dormitory room to get ready.

Author's Note- Ok, well, not much dialogue, and not much going on, but there was some big factors that will (in a few more chapters) lead up to the climax:D Which… I haven't…really…figured out what that will be, but it will come: So, sorry if you thought this was the lamest chapter ever. :