Chapter 11

Alana smiled at the blond teen sitting before her. Alana had to admit, he wasn't bad looking, and having a rich date wasn't so bad either.

Alana looked at the food before her. Prepared by house elves were many exotic foods she had never seen before, and all were delicious. The room she was dining in was also as exotic, with colors of blue and green, obviously Draco had wanted the room to be Ravenclaw and Slytherin colors. Alana glanced at the diamond bracelet on her wrist that Draco had given her. It seemed that he was genuinely interested in her. Alana was sure it was because of her beauty.

We would seem like a perfect match, thought Alana, but while my heart belongs to Ronald, Draco's heart can still belong to me, and I'll use it in every way that'll be profitable.

Draco grabbed Alana's hand, led her to a couch and sat down. As he leaned toward her, Alana put a finger to his lips.

"Hold your hippogriffs Draco. There's something I need you to do for me."

"Sure. Anything," Draco was obviously anxious to make a move on her. Alana definitely wasn't.

"There are a few things I need, that only you, gorgeous, could get for me."

Draco grinned at the mention of the word "gorgeous." "What do you need?"

Gullible idiot. thought Alana.

"I need Ashwinder eggs and skin of boomslang."

Draco looked at her curiously. "What do you need those for?"

Alana smiled, for real this time. "For a little project of my own." And to keep him from asking anymore questions, she mashed her lips against his.

Kimmy Han whimpered fearfully, trying to chew through the gag in her mouth, as she had been doing for several days. The room she was in was beginning to be infested with spiders. She was horrified.

The door in front of her opened. She heard the sound of the same voice that she had heard for weeks.

"Oh! Hello, little one!" A mysterious figure entered joyfully exclaimed. "You're awake then? How nice. Well, time to drink up!"

Then, the figure rushed over to her, and tore of the gag. Before little Kimmy could scream for help, a small vial had already been unscrewed, and its contents were forced into her mouth.

"Sleep..." the voice said, soothingly. And that was the last thing Kimmy heard before she drifted off into a deep slumber.

Ron couldn't function properly. Hermione and Harry were all he could think about. He had lost them both.

Harry had already gone to sleep long before him, and as Ron walked up the stairs to the Gryffindor Dormitory, he found Harry sitting at the door, apparently waiting for Ron to arrive.

"Ron, we need to talk," Harry said, almost demandingly.

"What for?" Ron asked viciously. "You took my girlfriend, who mattered to me most in the world! What else could you possibly want-"

"Shut up," Harry growled. "Shut up about how much Hermione meant to you. Shut up and stop making me be the bad guy. If-"

"What-" Ron tried to argue, but Harry continued on as if he hadn't heard.

"If Hermione meant that much to you, then why did you lie to her? Why did you make her cry? Why did you hang out with Alana, instead of being the good boyfriend and preferring to spend time with Hermione?"

Ron was enraged. Partially because Harry was right.

"Why did I hang out with Alana?! Why do you think?! You're the one that put her there in the first place! You're the one that made her make me take an interest in her-"

"She did not make you take an interest in her. She didn't do anything. You took interest in her, all by yourself. If you were the good boyfriend, you wouldn't have given her a "tour!" And you can't blame me; Ginny and I just put her there, in the spot! It doesn't mean she was in play!"

"But- You- So you admit it! You did put her in there in the first place! You did want to steal Hermione away from me! You-"

"We only put her there because we knew you would 'take an interest in her.'" Harry's voice was clam now, but firm. "You weren't a good boyfriend to Hermione, Ron. Just face it. You fall for anyone pretty, and that did not have an exceptionally large big toe. You had to see what was special in Hermione. Like I did. If you really loved Hermione, you would understand, you'd let her go, and release your jealousy and spite." Harry continued on.

"I'm sorry that this whole thing took away our friendship Ron. It was great while it lasted. If you want to still be friends, great. But I will not be giving up Hermione, not unless it'd be for the best."

With that, Harry turned around and entered the dormitory room, leaving Ron dumbfounded on the stairs.

Neville sat up in his bed in the middle of the night. He had heard strange noises while he was asleep. He wasn't sure if it was from his dreams or from the conscious world, but Neville decided to explore. After all, he was already feeling better, and the marks weren't as visible as before.

Grabbing his wand and slipping into his frog slippers, he went silently out the door.

Neville tiptoed across the corridor, hoping he would catch a glimpse of whoever was making such strange noises. He glanced fearfully and the nearby portraits, worried that one of them would see him and yell for Madam Pomfrey. Thankfully, they were all sleeping soundly (Well, not all of them. Most of them were snoring).

Neville gripped his wand tightly and hid behind a wall. He had heard some movement coming from the other hall.

"Oomph. This is heavy." The voice muttered. Neville could hear the person shuffling their way across the corridor. The person continued to shuffle all the way toward the direction of the library, with Neville following. (He continued to follow and jump behind large objects, and seeing as it was so dark, he couldn't see who the person was, or what was so heavy that made the person shuffle for so long.) The person, at last, stopped at what Neville had recognized as the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

Neville, hoping to a last glimpse of the person before they went into the room, muttered "Lumos." Unfortunately, the person heard, and whirled around, allowing Neville to see who the person was, and what the person was carrying. Neville gasped at the sight while the person took this distraction to mutter "Sectumsempra!"

Everything went black. (Well, darker, since it was already dark, since it was night time… Uh… Aka, Neville blacked out. :)

Blood ensued.

Dumbledore paced his office. Something was wrong. He felt it. Fawkes felt it. The Hat felt it. And like the very rare times in Dumbledore's life, Dumbledore… was scared.

Author's Note- -GASP- OMG! DUMBLEDORE SCARED? Eep. I'd be scared too. P

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