AN: I hope you check out my other stories, as well as this one, for I will also be writing many one-shots. Now, I am tired of being serious, so let me get this out of my system. Ahem. Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe! Yeah! Um… yeah… um… ya. Ahem. I'll shut up now.

Disclaimer: I am not JKR nor do I own Harry Potter. I hate saying this (the truth is just too painful!) so I'll only say this once. The above comments will remain in effect throughout the entire story. In fact they will be in effect throughout my life. (Amazing huh?)

Chapter 1

Harry lay in bed, wondering how on earth had he become so lucky. Ginny lay asleep beside him, snoring softly. That night had been the best of his life. He whispered to the slender form huddled beside him. "I love you. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't forget. How could I, feeling the exact same way?" She said, opening her eyes blearily. She kissed him long and full on the lips, then climbed out of the bed, not bothering to cover herself with the sheet. She picked up a bundle of clothes, then walked sleepily to the bathroom. Harry decided it might be a good idea for him to so the same thing.

He sighed, then slid to his feet. Harry dressed slowly, trying to wake himself up, yet wishing he didn't have to. He wanted nothing more than to relive that night once more.

Ginny came back out in her Hogwarts robes, looking fresh and beautiful. Harry grinned. "You're gorgeous." He said, then walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He looked around the unfamiliar room. Nothing here was familiar. In the room of requirement, when your needs change, so does the room. That night, it had changed from the Halloween party room to a luxurious hotel room. It kind of weirded him out, knowing that the room knew what he had done with Ginny. Come to think of it, Sirius knew as well. And his parents. And Dumbledore. And Cedric. Well, he was probably laughing right now.

He looked in the mirror. He was looking pretty good. "Love makes you beautiful." Ginny said watching him from the bathroom door. "Well, I think the saying was a little more eloquent but, who cares!" She said, leaning against the door frame. "You might want to hurry. Breakfast will be through in a bit." She smiled whimsically at him, then strode back to the bedroom.

Harry finished up, glancing once more at the mirror to make sure that it wasn't too obvious that he had gotten laid that night. He followed Ginny into the other room, and caught her sitting cross-legged on their now made bed. She was staring at the ceiling again. "Alright, Gin. Time for food." he said. She smiled, and grabbed her bag. Harry took it from her, and slung it over his shoulder. Beside his. Ginny smiled at this.

Together they made their way down to the great hall. Harry stared at the food as he and Ginny sat down beside Ron and Hermione. He felt as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. He choked down about a million waffles, and chugged down his jug of orange juice. "You're hungry this morning." Hermione said with a slight smirk. Harry nodded his agreement. Ginny, however, was pecking at her food. She was still staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.

Harry shoveled spoonfuls of soggy cereal into his mouth. Ron sniggered. "Where were you last night anyway? I was waiting for you after the party, but I didn't see you in the dormitory." Harry blushed, and Hermione murmured under her breath something about the lack of Ron's common sense. "You didn't… Oh bloody hell! Harry! She's my sister! You- and- ugh!" He looked like he was going to puke. Then he went to the bathroom and did just that.

"I guess Lavender didn't give him any." She murmured, and Harry watched her watch her orange juice.

"I thought you liked him?" Harry said in question.

"I do! As a friend… Just not any more than that…" She looked at her orange juice again. Harry licked his dry lips and looked at Ginny. She was done looking at the ceiling, and was now eating bits of toast. "Eat." he said, helping himself to a bit of her bread. Ginny pursed her lips and looked up at him. "I'm not hungry." She shoved the rest of the toast in his mouth and kissed him on the cheek. He spat the toast out on his plate, and kissed Ginny back.

"See you at lunch." He whispered, then followed Ron and Hermione to Potions class. Potions was much more interesting, now that Professor Snape was gone (both from the class and his textbook). He was okay, but not nearly as good at it as Professor Slughorn had thought he was.

"Such talent wasted…" Harry often heard him murmur, almost in tears. Harry didn't hear him today. He didn't hear when he told him not to add the powdered dung-beetle to his hair growth potion until he stirred it three times clockwise, or when he told him not to add chopped seaweed until the potion was brought to a boil. In fact he didn't hear anything but Ginny's voice in his ear. "I'm not hungry." Was she sick? Was it his fault? Harry shook his head. He was going mad.

Ron sat at Gryffindor table, slept in Gryffindor dormitory, and played on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but he didn't feel Gryffindor at all. Gryffindors were brave. They knew how to admit strange feelings to themselves without fear. Maybe he was really a Hufflepuff. No, because Hufflepuff's were loyal. Ron wasn't even loyal to himself, so that wouldn't work. He definitely wasn't a Ravenclaw. If he was that smart he would have realized by now that there was nothing wrong with the way he was feeling. That left Slytherin. The cunning. Was he cunning? He wished he was. Can you wish to be something you already are? Good question, Ron answered himself.

He shook his head. Not only was he gay, but was he going schizophrenic? No, he told himself. "Ahh shut up already!" Ron shouted. A strange silence fell over Gryffindor table and a few people from other tables looked over curiously. Malfoys pointed face looked over at him, and Ron ducked under the table. He wanted to cry. Or scream. Or kiss Malfoy. His last thought was the most disturbing, but also the most appealing.

Ron decided it was safe to come up again, and took Harry's helping hand. He had been acting strangely around Ron ever since yesterday, when Ron had found out that Harry had shagged his sister. Ginny had cornered him in the common room later that night and yelled so horribly, Ron could have sworn that it was Mum chastising him, instead of his sister.

Ron shook his head and stared longingly and Malfoy. He didn't even know why he felt like this! He had never said a kind word to anyone he knew, but somehow, Ron loved him. He loved his sexy profile and how he treated life as a joke. He loved his strut, and the way he pretended to be tough when really he used to come crying to Moaning Myrtle. But most of all, he loved how Malfoy turned against the dark lord and his own father, just to stay in the Light side of the war. Malfoy was a Slytherin, but Ron couldn't help that. Malfoy turned around and looked at Ron. He saw that Ron was looking back and sneered at him.

Ron sighed. He realized that there wasn't a house at hogwarts for him after all. He should just go home.

Hermione watched as Ginny pulled Harry into one of the bedrooms. She was sick of everyone making out in front of her and was glad to see them go. Her love wasn't here. He didn't love her! He didn't even know that she loved him! "Well, things could be worse." She thought to herself. She could be gay, like Ron. But she wasn't. No, her secret love was truly a he. Hermione sighed and grabbed her cloak. She suddenly wasn't in the mood for a party.

Back in the common room, Hermione sat in the open window. If she scooted forward, She could fall to the ground and die. This was a comforting thought to Hermione, as she thought of the boy who thought of her as a sister, instead of a possible lover. Tears slid down her cheeks without warning and slowly she stood up in the window frame. "What is the point of living anymore?" She whispered to herself, and prepared herself to jump out of the window.

"I thought you, of all people would know that we need you." said a voice from behind her. Hermione turned around to face the body of the voice that had haunted her dreams for a year.

"Percy?" She whispered questioningly. "Is it really you?"

"I though I'd visit my brother and sister for Halloween, seeing as nobody has been sure of anything since the war began." he said, holding his hands behind his back.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, still standing in the window frame.

"I mean, that people are dieing and going missing every month. Some of which never make it to the paper. I wanted to make sure you guys were okay." he said, and Hermione looked down out the window. "Why don't you come down here."

"I can't." she said. This was all too confusing. Nobody was supposed to be here when she killed herself. "I'm tired of this life."

"Hermione, why don't you come down here and talk to me about it." he said, offering his hand to her. Hermione stared at him. Why was he so keen on keeping her from jumping?

She took his hand and turned around, stepping on her robes. She made to step down into the room, but tripped. Hermione screamed as she fell out the window. Suddenly she stopped. She still had Percy's hands. "Hermione! Don't let go! Okay? Let me help you!" He shouted from the window. Hermione stared up at him. A sudden wind blew, and Hermione swayed, and her grip loosened. She screamed again. "Hermione!" He shouted, and attempted to pull her up. He couldn't without risking ripping Hermione's arms out of her sockets. An idea popped in his head like a piece of popcorn. "Hermione, I need you to hold onto my left arm!" He shouted and Hermione stared at him in alarm.

"I can't!" She shouted in terror. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She had wanted to die, but now she realized that she wasn't ready.

"Yes you can! Just hold on to my left arm. I won't drop you. I promise." He yelled, and Hermione took a deep breath before letting go of his right arm. She swung to the side, hitting the castle wall, hard. Hermione screamed in pain. "Hermione!" Percy shouted, and pulled his wand out of his pocket with his now free right hand. "Hold on!" He shouted. Hermione let out a sob. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. She really didn't want to die. He pointed his want at the crying girl and shouted "Accio Hermione!"

Hermione felt herself float up through the window and into Percy's warm arms. She sobbed into his shoulder. "Thank-you." she whispered, over and over again. "Thank-you." He carried her over to A nearby couch, and sat down beside her.

"Would you care to tell me why you were going to jump?" He asked.

Hermione forced herself not to sob again. How could she tell her savior that she was going to kill herself because of him? She focused energy on breathing. Percy asked her again and Hermione looked up at him. "I can't tell you."

"Would you like to talk to someone else?" He asked. Hermione shrugged. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She just wanted Percy.

"Why don't I go get Professor McGonagall. Can you talk to her?" he asked, getting up off the couch. Hermione grabbed his hand.

"No!" She said quickly. "Don't go!"

"What's wrong, Hermione? I don't like seeing you this upset. It scares me to pieces that things in your life are so bad that you would commit suicide." He murmured, sitting back down again. He put his arm around her, and she leaned in to him, accepting a hug. She sobbed into his robes, wishing that this moment had gone differently. Hermione was sure that he thought of her as his sister. Who on earth would go out with his sister? She sobbed again, and Percy pulled something out of his robes. "Calming Draught. Come on now, drink it." He murmured, holding the now uncorked vile to her lips. She drank it down eagerly.

"Thank you." She whispered, and collapsed against his chest.

"Will you talk to me now?" He asked into her hair.

"I suppose." She murmured. That calming draught was already taking effect.

"What went so badly that you thought killing yourself was the only way to get out of it?" He asked with concern, rubbing her back. Hermione pulled away and pulled her knees to her chest.

"Well, there is this guy… I love him and he will never love me back." She said, not looking at him.

"I seriously doubt that he doesn't like you. You must have the men in tow!" He said, and Hermione gave him a weak smile.

"He thinks of me as his sister." She said, and silent tears streaked down her cheeks again.

"Oh." He said. And he turned toward Hermione. "Who is this guy?" He asked.

Hermione looked at him straight in the eye. "You." and with that she turned and ran up the staircase to her dormitory.

AN: Okay! You likie my chappie? The entire story will be laid out like this. I don't know how long it will be exactly… but I really love this plot! I might write a sequel, as the ending will allow it… I'll let you decide at the end… So… REVIEW if you liked it and REVIEW if think it sucked! I don't care if they're compliments or flames, I LOVE REVIEWS! Please! They're like food for my mind's eye! My eye is hungry! Feed it!