Chapter 9

By 6:00, Alana was all set for her date with her secret admirer, who she was sure was Ron.

(Ron must've realized his love for me. Alana thought, sighing with happiness.)

But as she reread the letter, she noticed that she had no idea where this Room of Requirement was. She hadn't been in this school for very long. She even had trouble finding the way to her classes once in a while.

Alana asked all of her "friends," but none of them could tell her where it was. Finally, Alana decided to ask Harry Potter. She had heard about all his classic trouble making tales. Surely he would know where it was.

Alana strolled along the corridor, on her way to the hospital wing, who she had heard from Romilda Vane that was where he was. (Romilda Vane was a bit of a stalker.) Alana peeped her head into the doorway, and instead of finding Harry, she found Neville Longbottom, whose hands and legs were covered with spots that looked like masking tape on top of skin.

"Neville?" Alana asked nervously, not wanting to get too close. What if that skin condition was contagious?

Neville looked up at her, wincing. Every movement he made was pure agony.

"Yes? Alana right?" Neville had heard from Ginny, well from the whole school really, that Alana, who after a week of secret snogging in broom cupboards with Ron Weasley, got all of a sudden blown off by him. And she had supposedly had great affection for him. Well, that was the rumor anyways.

Alana nodded. "I was wondering… Have you seen Harry Potter?"

"Yeah. You're looking for him?"

Obviously. Alana thought. Why else would I be here talking to you, saying "Have you seen Harry Potter?"

But Alana just nodded again.

"Well, I heard he wasn't feeling all that emotionally great, so he's probably spending time in the Gryffindor Common Room…"

Alana cursed. She'd never find the secret entrance to there, or even the secret password.

"Or he might be relaxing in the Room of Requirement."

Alana's ears perked up. She never would have thought that this dimwitted boy would know where the Room of Requirement was, so she never thought to ask.

"Oh! Well, that's what I was looking for. The Room of Requirement. I figured that Harry would know. But since you know anyways, would you be so kind as to tell me where it was?" Alana said sweetly, putting on the most innocent face she could muster.

Neville scowled, in his head of course. Even though he heard about the secret love relationship rumor between Alana and Ron, he knew Ron well enough to know that he wouldn't do such a thing. That meant Alana wasn't as sweet as she seemed. Neville brightened, wondering where he had all of a sudden gotten this knowledge of figuring out such things.

Noticing his expression, Alana said, "Knut for your thoughts?"

Neville just shook his head and told her the directions to the Room of Requirement. He didn't want to get in between of any relationship problems.

Alana arrived at the door- well not door technically, since there wasn't one. She followed Neville's instructions exactly but there was nothing there. Just a blank wall.

What the- Where's my Ronald?! Alana frowned. She checked her watch. Well, it is only 6:50. He still has time to get here.

Alana tapped her foot and leaned against a wall, waiting for "her Ronald."

Alana heard footsteps approaching, and as she whirled around to find Ron, she instead found herself face to face with a very (Ew) attractive blond guy, dressed in a nice dress robe.

Alana snarled but immediately put on a soft look. A Slytherin! Slytherins have been known to become Death Eaters. He's not to be trusted. Who was he anyways? How dare he show up in the middle of her waiting for her Ronald to show up!

"Alana, right?" The boy grinned.

Alana nodded. Maybe if she didn't speak he would go away.

"Great. I'm your secret admirer," the boy said. "The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. I've noticed you around…"

Alana gaped. "What?! Where's my Ronald?!" She didn't mean to say it, but she was so surprised, it just slipped out.

Draco laughed. "You mean the weasel? That git? Alana, I can buy you things he's never even seen. Things'll be glorious." Draco held out his hand for Alana to put hers in. A way of seeing if she accepted him.

Alana understood. Draco was one of those rich pompous guys who only liked pretty girls. She liked it.

Alana smiled her (fake) sweet smile. "Oh. In that case…" She put her hand in his. "Enlighten me."

But Alana knew…he would never, replace her Ronald.

Author's Note- Ok, ok, it's SO corny. Lol. But, I tried. Anyways, the part you've all been waiting for it next! (Ron and Hermione) Please review!