A/N: Here's my new Harry Potter crack pairing. Why Lavender and Harry? Probably because the only thing i liked about the 6th movie was Lavender, and Harry's the only guy from HP I write about. It's probably crap but hey tell me what you think, i like reviews. It's told from Harry's perspective, it starts out why he likes her and then gets into the story.

Comforting the Heartbroken

Harry wasn't good with crying girls. But then again neither are most heterosexual males so it's not really fair to think that because he's the boy who lived he should be good at dealing with crying girls. Just because he's famous doesn't mean he has a skill which very few males possess.

Regardless of his lack of skill Harry Potter was in face trying to comfort a crying girl. As Harry wondered how exactly to proceed he tried to recall how this whole mess had started in the first place. Though it had been hinted at beforehand a good starting place was the night Gryffindor won their quidditch game.

That was the night Ron had been the big hero, it was also the night he hooked up with Lavender Brown. The truth was Harry knew Ron secretly thought Harry got everything he ever wanted just because he was the boy who lived.

Harry easily dismissed this notion for the longest time until Ron started dating Lavender. Because for once they had both wanted the same thing, and Ron had gotten it.

At first Harry acted happy for his friend, Ron didn't often get what he wanted and Harry was man enough to step aside and give his friend his happiness. Ron didn't even know Harry liked Lavender, nobody did, and Harry knew now was not the time to change that.

Hermione even thought he liked Ginny, though he wasn't sure why. Why would he pick a random one of the many stalker fanatics of the "boy who lived"? She wasn't even the prettiest, not that he was that shallow…

That might have been one of the things that had attracted Harry to Lavender, because she wasn't totally into him like all the other girls. Unlike Ron who was thicker than a bar of soap, Harry caught on at the beginning of the year that Lavender liked Ron.

He noticed how she would give him quick little glances when she thought no one was looking or full on stare at him with love practically written on her eyeballs. Harry didn't know why but he wanted her to give him that look. Perhaps it was because Lavender liked Ron for Ron, not because he was famous for something he did as a baby. Not that Ron was famous or anything.

Harry couldn't help but love her more when she started dating Ron when he noticed the abnormal amount of love Lavender showed for him. She acted as if he was her world; she seemed ready to do anything for him.

Harry had spent ten lonely years with three people who hated his guts; he hadn't known any kind of love at all. As a result he seemed to want more love than the average person, something Lavender gave Ron. Not that he ever noticed, in fact he didn't even like it!

Of course Harry was more than willing to let his best friend have the girl he had so secretly craved, that is, if he had wanted her. But Ron made it clear quick enough (not through words mind you) that he was only using Lavender. He didn't care for her. He was just using her.

Harry had known since fourth year that Ron liked Hermione and it was clear to him that this was just an attempt to get her jealous and make himself seem more desirable. His two best friend's relationship was none of his business but Harry could not stand to watch the girl he secretly loved used like she wasn't human. Like she didn't even have feelings.

Ron's sexism disgusted Harry; he sometimes wondered why he was friends with him in the first place. After Hermione had run off he had gone to comfort her and though she would never admit it he could tell she had feelings for Ron.

He wasn't really sure WHY she had feelings for him. Ron had never treated Hermione as an equal or a friend. He wondered for a moment if Ron had given Hermione a love potion but then realized he wouldn't be with Lavender if he had. Of course Mrs. Weasley might have, Harry loved her but she was an incredibly manipulative woman. No wonder she was such good friends with Dumbledore.

But that wasn't the point; the point was Ron was using Lavender. Something Harry couldn't stand for. However he couldn't just tell Ron to stop because then he'd figure out he liked Lavender. With Ron's big mouth she'd know within a day and that was definitely something he didn't want.

Instead he tried to convince Ron of his feelings for Hermione and how he should act on them. It seemed he was having an effect after Christmas when Ron started to avoid Lavender. After Ron's near miss with death the break-up seemed imminent.

Then one evening when Harry was trying to finish his soup Ron came in and sat down next to him. "Well I did it," He said. He sounded neither proud nor sad it was over. "I broke up with Lavender earlier this afternoon."

Harry looked up from his soup and saw Lavender on the other side of the table. She was teary-eyed and staring intently at Ron. She seemed to be taking deep breaths and if Harry didn't know any better he'd think she looked like she was about to burst into tears.

Barely another minute had passed before Lavender fled from the Gryffindor table and sprinted out of the great hall. Harry looked around and noticed none of Lavender's friends were at dinner. Ron was looked rather intently at the steak he was cutting and Hermione had a smug look on her face. Realizing no one else was going to, Harry got out of his seat and followed her out of the great hall, ignoring his friend's confusion.

The boy who lived followed Ron's ex-girlfriend down several hallways and up and down a floor or two. This girl sure knew how to run and Harry hadn't exactly been right behind her when she left the great hall.

Harry didn't know where she was going so it wasn't surprising when he suddenly lost track of her altogether. He knew she had to be on this floor since there weren't any staircases close by but he wasn't sure where. Where would a crying girl run off to? He asked himself and then an idea popped into his head.

Harry headed straight for the girls bathroom, the one Myrtle haunted that no one used anymore. Sure enough as he pushed open the door he heard her quietly sobbing in a corner. She was holding herself in a fetal position with her hair completely covering her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. She hadn't noticed him yet as Harry quietly walked closer to her.

Even when she was crying he still thought she was beautiful, with her long golden brown hair and her puffy eyes. Suddenly Harry felt horrible, he couldn't stand to see her in this much pain. He realized he would've preferred she stay with Ron then break up with him and have to experience this pain.

Harry slowed walked over to her and sat down a few feet away. She seemed to notice him because her sobs slowed down and she raised her head up to look at him.

"I'm sorry Ron's such a prick."

"H-Harry?" Lavender whispered in confusion. She had no idea what he was doing here. He was her ex-boyfriend's best friend, what did he want with her?

"Ron shouldn't have done that to you, you deserved better."

Now Lavender really was confused. Is he trying to comfort me? She wondered to herself in amazement. She thought he would've been back with Ron and Hermione. The thought of Ron with Hermione made her want to start crying again but she held back.

"W-What d-do you want? W-Why are you here?" She asked him as she gulped back a few tears.

This of course had been the last thing Harry wanted her to say. He didn't want to admit he cared about her too much to see her cry. He didn't want to tell her his feelings for her the same day she got dumped by Ron, that wouldn't be fair to her.

"I know how hard it must've been to watch the person you love end up with one of your friends. I didn't see any of your other friends follow you and I didn't want you to be alone so I thought maybe I could help. But if you want me to leave, I will."

She stared at him with her beautiful blue eyes for a moment as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "H-Harry?" She all but pleaded.

"Yeah?"

"Please…make the pain go away."

"How?" He let past his lips without thinking; he really didn't know what she had in mind. But instead of answering him she crossed the few feet between them and connected her lips to his.

His eyes grew wide in surprise as her warm moist lips met his chapped ones. This feels incredible, Harry thought to himself. Her lips were wet from her tears but it still felt spectacular to Harry, he could even taste the strawberry lip balm that still lingered on her lips.

Even though it was what he had wanted for so long the black-haired seeker realized why she was doing this and it was wrong. As her hands reached for his shirt he grabbed them and reluctantly pulled her off of him.

She looked at him with a sad look in her eyes as if to ask why. "No," he told her. "You don't want to do this; you just want the pain to go away. You'd regret it later." At this she turned away from him and started crying again.

Knowing words could no longer comfort her, the teenage boy walked behind her and put his arms over her shoulders and held her. They stayed that way for a while until Lavender turned around and started crying into Harry's chest. He didn't stop her, he just held her closer as she cried herself dry. He wished he could take her pain away, but all he could do was hold her and tell her it would be okay.

Harry wasn't sure how much time had passed, hours he assumed since the room was now bathed in darkness. It must have been past curfew at least when Lavender had finally gone quiet. She wasn't even moving and Harry was starting to think she had fallen asleep in his lap when she suddenly pulled her head up and looked at him.

"H-Harry, we need to get back…" She stood up and wiped her eyes. Harry cast a quick lumos so they could see. "Oh no," She whispered. "It's dark already; if we get caught we'll get detention."

"I guess we better not get caught then, eh?" Harry said as he pulled his father's invisibility cloak out of his bag. Lavender raised an eyebrow but instead of responding Harry covered himself with the cloak.

"Wow Harry, I didn't know you had an invisibility cloak! That is so cool!" And for the first time that evening a small smile appeared on the edge of Lavender's lips. The smile tugged at Harry's heart and he was glad he was under the cloak so she didn't have to see his goofy smile.

"Yeah it used to be my dad's." He pulled the cloak down so she could see his head and the arm holding the cloak. "Anyway get under and we can both get back to the common room without being seen."

Lavender stood next to Harry as he wrapped the cloak over the two of them. They walked (slowly since they were under the cloak) out of the bathroom and headed upstairs. Harry had a hard time controlling his breathing; he wasn't used to being so close to Lavender. It was intoxicating.

They were 3/4ths of the way to Gryffindor tower before they came across anyone that wasn't a ghost. Two hallways away from the tower they found Argus Filch and his cat sneaking around the halls; muttering to himself.

"Oh I hate that man," Lavender whispered in Harry's ear. "He's so mean!" Harry mentally agreed with her, like all the other students he hated filch.

"He can't see us now, so do you want to get back at him?" Harry suggested, Lavender giggled and agreed. The two troublemakers sneaked up right behind Filch and Lavender quickly kicked him hard in the butt.

"Oww!" Filch yelled as he jumped two feet in the air. "Hey! Who did that? Who's there? There's students out of bed and I'm gonna find em!"

Filch's dirty face started scanning every inch of the hall as he ran back and forth. Harry's seeker skills had given him good reflexes and right before Filch passed by them again Harry stuck out his foot and Filch tripped and fell right onto his face. Harry and Lavender scuttled to the other end of the hall as they tried not to burst out laughing.

"Oww, that hurt! Where are you? When I catch you I'm going to hang you upside down by your thumbs for a week!" Filch threatened as he pulled himself to his feet. Filch continued to scream and curse while the two teenagers silently laughed. They would've slipped out quietly but unfortunately Filch was blocking the way. Harry racked his brain for an idea when suddenly he heard another voice.

"Argus what are you screaming about? You're going to wake all the students up!" Harry turned his head to see Professor Dumbledore walking towards Filch with an annoyed look on his face.

"Headmaster, there are students out of bed! They tripped me!"

"It is more likely Argus that you tripped over your cat or even your own two feet; after all it is quite dark. Now please go back to your room, you clearly need some sleep." Filch started to complain but Dumbledore shooed him out of the hall. Dumbledore turned to leave himself and as he did Harry could've sworn he winked at him.

The two wasted no more time and once the coast was clear headed for Gryffindor tower. They had to wake the fat lady up to get in but they made it. The common room was empty when they got in, the fire almost burned out.

"Harry…umm…" Lavender looked down at her shoes. "…Thanks." She muttered as she gave him a quick hug. Then she ran up to the girls' dormitory leaving Harry to think things over.

This was originally going to be a one-shot but I think I'll write at least one more chapter, see where it goes from there. Maybe some encouragement will help me write faster?