Disclaimer: I OWN LUCY AND THE PLOT...THAT'S IT! PATHETIC, ISN'T IT?

Note: Takes place in 4th year.

Chapter Seven: SOS!

Hearing a muffled crash coming from Lucy's bed in the dorm room, Hermione Granger stealthily crept closer to ivestigate.

"Why?!?! What did I do to deserve this?"

The complaining continued before there was a pause and then....

"Love potions and the harm they can bring."

'What is she doing?' Lucy's mumbled words were making her curious, so she bravely sucked in her breath, and walked towards the girl who was currently sprawled on the floor.

Seeing that Lucy had fainted, Hermione shrieked and hurriedly kneeled down and started shaking the unconscious girl as well as creaming, "SOS! SOS!" at the top of her lungs.

Harry Potter sighed. "I can't believe it. Why isn't she like other girls? How come she doesn't like me?"

The Quidditch hottie sulked some more, oblivious of the flirtatious looks he was receiving from the girls in the common room.

"Harry, my boy, why the face? Got dumped....again?" Ron Weasley teased, patting the sulking boy on the back, his voice drenched with fake sympathy, which was pretty ironic considering his message wasn't at all comforting.

"Oh, shut it Ron!" The raven haired boy mumbled into his arm as he resignedly plopped his head onto the table, mumbling incoherently.

Ron frowned. In all his years of knowing Harry, he had never been this moody.

"Yo, dude, seriously, are you okay?"

Harry looked up, smiling a sad, little smile Ron wasn't accustomed to.

"Yea, Ron, fine."

"Oh, come on! Tell me the truth! Aren't I worthy?" Ron was wheedling. He was pulling his well-known puppy dog face, the one that got him everything he wanted.

Harry smiled. With a friend like Ron, he could never sulk for long.

"Alright, you big prat, I'll tell you."

Ron cut the act, and flashed a huge smile, showing off his pearly whites.

"Yeah, yeah....I can tell you're happy."

Harry laughed. Ron was such a comical person.

"Well, see... there's this girl."

Immediately, Ron rolled his eyes and loudly exclaimed.

"Damn it Harry! If it's cuz you wanna get laid, that ain't a problem. I could get it arranged..."

Before Ron could get into the details, Harry pulled Ron down and clamped his hand over his mouth.

They were getting gazes from everyone in the common room, and the girls were giving him looks that clearly said, "He wants to get laid? OMG! TAKE ME, TAKE ME!"

"Shut it Ron! Yuck!"

Harry hurriedly pulled his hand off Ron's mouth and wiped it on his hand.

"You licked me, you pervert!"

"Hey... what can I say? You're very attractive."

Ron wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Harry, before doubling over laughing at his own sarcasm.

Harry chuckled lightly, but was interrupted when a now sober Ron sat up and attentively asked.

"Well, if you don't want to get laid... then what girl problems is it?"

Harry stopped laughing. He remembered his predicament.

"Thing is, there's this girl... and she's different. She's perfect. And, I think I love her Ron. Her hair, her eyes, her laugh, her smile, her voice, everything."

"So ask her out." Ron stated the obvious. "Not like she'll say no. You're the Harry Potter."

Harry sighed again. "It's different. She's different. She's special.."

Ron's eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"What is this? Is... is... Harry Potter... in LOVE?"

Harry pathetically smiled again at Ron and continued wallowing in self- pity.

"Well... I'll definitely help you get her! I mean how long can a girl hold out, no matter how special, against Hogwart's most eligible bachelor when he's flirting 24/7 with her?"

Ron assured Harry, before looking around suspiciously and whispering.

"Dude, who is she?"

Harry snapped out of his reverie.

"Who?"

Ron rolled his eyes.

"The girl who snared Potter's heart. The one and only soon to be girlfriend of Hogwart's hottest guy. You know?"

"Oh. Her? It's..."

Harry was cut off when loud shrieks were heard coming from the girl's dorm rooms.

Shocked, Harry, Ron, and the other Gryffindors ran up the stairs to the dorm. (Don't ask how boys got up the stairs. They charmed it... whatever.)

Pushing their way through the crowd, the two boys got to the front of the crowd and saw the source of all the commotion.

Lucy Thunders was lying on the floor in a dead faint, while her best friend Hermione Granger was shaking her vigorously while screaming at the top of her lungs.

'Oh no! Not her! God no! Let her be OK!'

Letting out a cry, Harry shoved Hermione out of the way and picked the girl up, cradling her there, before hurriedly asking the flustered Hermione questions.

"What happened?"

"I don't know! I came in... and she.... was there... like that!" Hermione was sobbing uncontrollably and struggling to talk.

Surprisingly, Ron pulled her into a hug while telling Harry to go.

"Go Harry! Take her to Madame Pompfrey."

Nodding gravely, Harry pushed back through the whispering crowd and ran all the way to the Hospital Wing, never stopping, always running, as if he ran fast enough the ghost of harm wouldn't catch him, or the precious love he cradled in his arms.

Corny ending! YAY! Jkjk.. review, please.