AN: This story contains mentions of rape. The actual rape scene will not be written, because to be honest, I can't write scenes of that nature to save my life. But this story is Lucy-centric, but features Lucy/Lorcan and small mentions of Lucy/OC. I don't know where the idea for this came from, but I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Unless you don't know the name, I don't own it.
"Would you please just shut your stubborn mouth and listen? Owen is a sweet bloke. He works at that book store in Diagon Alley that I'm always visiting. He says he's seen you around and wants to go out with you!" Roxanne Weasley yelled, chasing after her younger cousin.
Lucy closed her eyes and tried to ignore the other girl.
"When has one of the dates I've set you up on ever gone wrong?" Roxanne asked.
Lucy stopped pretending to look for something in her room and glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Henry would be a perfect example" she said, rolling her eyes. Roxanne scoffed loudly and threw her hands up in the air, looking frustrated.
Lucy snorted.
"Henry was sweet, smart, and funny!" Roxanne yelled.
"Yes, and Henry was also into blokes! What on earth makes you think I would ever go on another date that you orgainized? I may not be quite as smart as you, but I'm smart enough to know when to quit. I'm only fifteen, Rox. I have plenty of time to find myself a nice bloke and settle down. You're nineteen. Stop worrying about me and find yourself a bloke" Lucy said.
Roxanne gasped and stuttered a few things under her breath.
"For your information, I happen to have a date with Thomas Zabini tomorrow night" she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Lucy grinned.
"That's brillant, honestly" she replied, throwing a pair of jeans across the room.
Roxanne watched them fly into a pile of dirty laundry, before an idea struck her and she smiled brightly, grabbing her cousin's shoulders and making the other girl look into her eyes.
"Go on this date with Owen and I will buy you that new broom for Qudditch you've been wanting, alright?" she asked, smirking.
Lucy's jaw dropped open and she groaned loudly, throwing her head backwards.
"Fine" she grumbled out.
Roxanne threw her hands up in victory, and with a loud pop, disappeared from Lucy's room.
"Just let me fix it-" Roxanne tried, reaching her hand up to flatten Lucy's hair down. She pulled her hand back quickly as her cousin slapped her.
"Touch me and see which part of your body is gone when you wake up in the morning" she growled, narrowing her eyes. Roxanne placed her hands at her side and gave up, looking around.
They were waiting outside The Three Broomsticks for Owen to arrive. Lucy had agreed to the date, but had insisted that Roxanne not meddle with what she was going to wear or how her hair would look for the night. Roxanne had, after some agrument, agreed to that condition.
A second later, a loud pop sounded and a boy with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes appeared next to them, grinning.
"Hello, Lucy" he said, reaching out a hand.
Lucy smiled and shook his hand.
"Hello. Owen, right?" she asked, wincing when Roxanne elbowed her harshly in the side.
Owen nodded his head.
"Owen Harris, it's nice to finally have a chance to meet you. I've seen you around the bookstore with Roxanne a few times, and wanted to talk to you, but couldn't find the courage. Luckily, Roxanne found it for me" he said.
"Yes, Roxanne likes to meddle, but now, sadly, she must leave" Lucy said, glancing at her older cousin.
Roxanne nodded her head and raced off down the path towards Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
"Shall we, then?" Owen asked, holding his arm out for Lucy to take. Lucy glanced at him and shook off the uneasy feeling she was getting, before taking his arm and following him into the building.
The date ended with Owen having one too many drinks, and Lucy having to help him out the door.
"You're bloody amazing, you know that? I always told my friends at that bookstore you'd be a fantastic shag" Owen said, laughing loudly. Lucy flinched away from his breath, letting him go. To her amazement, he managed to stay on his feet when he realized they were in front of his apartment.
"Why don't you come upstairs?" he asked, grabbing her arm as she turned to walk away.
Lucy closed her eyes and sighed loudly.
"Look, Owen. I have no idea what kind of girls you date normally, but I'm fifteen years old, so I do not plan on going upstairs with you anytime soon, understand?" she asked, turning to face him.
"I'm only two years older then you, love. What you need to do is relax and learn to have a bit of fun. Come upstairs with me, and I'll show you" Owen said, grabbing her arm again. Lucy tried to pull her arm out of his grip, but he was far too strong.
"Owen, let me go" she growled, trying to keep fear out of her voice.
Instead of listening, Owen kicked open the door to the apartment building, clamped a hand over her mouth, and dragged her through the doorway, kicking it shut behind him again.
Lucy struggled the entire way down the hallway, until Owen reached his own apartment and quickly turned the doorknob, pushing her inside and slamming the door shut behind him, locking it and turning to face her again.
He took a step forward and before Lucy could scream, reached for the zipper on her jeans.
She let out a small scream and jumped backwards, but he grabbed her by the front of the shirt and pulled her forward, delivering a punch to the side of her head.
The last thing she saw before her vision blurred and everything went black was Owen's brown eyes staring down at her.