"HARRY POTTER!" Dobby was wringing his hands. "Harry Potter must help Miss Han. She is making crying noises since she is coming home today. She is hearing something called the Dion. Before she was hearing the Supplies of Air. Dobby is most aggrieved, Harry Potter."

"Dion?" Harry looked up as he shut the front door behind him. "The Dion?" His eyebrows furrowing, he took a step towards the stairs before stopping. "Oh... Merlin."

"Is Miss Han in danger?"

"No. Harry Potter is in danger, Dobby. Harry Potter is in grave danger." He looked down at Dobby, who's eyes had gone very wide. "I'm going to need... fuck... I'll need chocolate. And... shoes?"

"Shoes?"

Harry shook his head. "Forget that last one. Just the chocolate."

He took a step towards the stairs, shaking his head. This is what he'd been afraid of. He stopped in front of the door and paused. He was horrible with girls like this. Hermione knew it. Ginny knew it. It's why they never came to him for help with girlie things. He didn't do girlie things. Hannah was listening to Celine Dion. This was a girlie situation if he'd ever heard one.

He knocked lightly. "Hannah?"

Hannah wiped at her eyes, knowing it wouldn't do any good. She was all red and splotchy. Her eyes were watery and bloodshot from crying. She passed the looking glass above the chest of drawers.

"Oh my, dear, all that crying's doing nothing for you," it said.

Hannah threw one of her many tissues at it. She was in her pajamas. She had not even made it home from Blaise's before bursting into tears. Upon making it to Grimmauld Place, she had removed her clothing and put on her jimjams. She was a bit more upset about this than she would have liked, but it had stung horribly. She always fell too far too fast, and always for the wrong bloke it seemed.

Hannah opened the door, her eyes looking to the floor. "Yes, Harry? Did you need more biscuits? I can certainly bake something for you. How about pie?"

"What?" Harry blinked. "No, I don't want any ruddy biscuits." He saw her look up at him with tears brimming in her eyes. Fuck. "Not that your biscuits aren't amazing. I'm sure your pie would be lovely, but I don't want any right now." Fuck. "Is something... Did something happen? Something bad? What happened? Why are you crying? Do you need anything? Can I do anything?"

Hannah let out a loud wail and threw herself at Harry, hugging him right as Celine started out of her CD player again. She had not been able to get a hold of Ernie. He was busy with his job lately, and Justin was just dreadful at consoling. He always shifted awkwardly and looked constipated.

"He... he... he..." Hannah cut herself off with a series of loud hiccups.

"Who did what? What did he do? Who is he? Hannah?" He patted her back a few times before taking her by the arm and leading her back to her bed. Sitting her down on it, he knelt in front of her. "What happened?"

Hannah composed herself a little. "Oh Harry, I'm so stupid."

"You are not stupid. Just tell me what's got you so upset."

"I thought... but he slept her, and I thought... oh Harry, I don't even know why I'm so upset. Obviously he doesn't think of me that way. Well, doesn't want to anyway. Oh bother, I don't know."

She couldn't bear to tell Harry that on top of everything else she had kissed Blaise. Kissed him. While she was crying too. With that thought she started crying again.

"Oh. Don't- Don't do... that." He flicked his wand over his shoulder and summoned the box of tissues. He pulled one out and handed it to her. "I know he slept with her. She was a filthy slag, and he was a bastard for doing it. Don't worry about him anymore." It'd been over a week now, and she was still crying over the ponce? Wayne Hopkins needed another hexing.

Hannah's eyebrows furrowed. "It just happened. How did you find out? Why didn't you tell me? Harry, I went on and on the other morning about fancying him, and he's shagging Luna Lovegood. He said he did it just to... oh it shouldn't even matter. I barely know him, but he made me so happy. He made me feel pretty. I thought... oh it doesn't matter what I thought. I thought wrong."

"Wait. What?" Harry shook his head. "This is about Blaise? He-" He stood. "He had sex with Luna Lovegood? When? What? Why? What? How did you find out? Did he tell you he did that? Why would be tell you he did that? Is he a bloody idiot?"

"Obviously I'm just his friend. You share things like that with your friends, right," she said, feeling hysteria well up within her. Yeah, you share. Especially when your friends are screeching at you to TELL THEM like big stupid dummies. "Hannah Abbott, regulated to best mate for the rest of her life."

It was silent except for her sniffing for a few moments, as Harry seemed to be taking this in.

"What's so wrong with me? Why do the blokes I fancy always fancy someone else?"

"Oh, you're going to stop that right now, or when I'm done hexing Blaise fucking Zabini, I'm going to come for you next." Harry paced in front of her. "Why- he's a fucking idiot, Hannah. I should have- He's a Slytherin. I should have known better than to let you go off with him." He was going to find out where Blaise Zabini lived, and then he was going to hex the ever-loving shite out of that bastard.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Hannah. You're a beautiful girl who anyone would be lucky to have. It's not your fault that the men in your life are fucking bastards." He was trying to recall the most painful hexes he knew. Most of them would leave scars. Good.

"Harry, I don't think you or Ernie are bas... um that B word. You just don't think of me that way. Maybe I'm just not meant to be thought of like that. Perhaps I am a lesbian, and I just don't know it. No, that can't be right. I've never gotten the warm tingles about a girl before, and kissing Susan Bones did nothing for me, but that could just be Susan."

He had a look.

"It was a truth or dare sort of thing back at Hogwarts late one night in the Hufflepuff common room. I rarely back out of a dare. You'd think I would being me, but shakes and all, I usually go forward with it."

Harry shook his head to rid it of the image of her kissing Susan Bones. "What-" He shook his head again. No. He didn't need to think of that. "Of course you're meant to be thought like that. Everyone is. By someone. He's- He's a freaking idiot for not thinking of you like that." He turned and looked back at her. "Why would he tell you that though? No offense, but you don't hide your emotions very well. He had to have known. He should have known you liked him."

"Obviously not. Or he didn't want me to. I don't know. It's a little blurry in my head now. The house-elf said... and then he... and..." and I kissed him. She started crying again. "And I had to leave. Why would he think that, Harry? I barely know him. I just ended a relationship. I shouldn't be making eyes at him. I shouldn't be making eyes at anyone. Harry, I paraded around in my knickers in front of him while trying on clothes. He didn't touch me. I should have known. He's the sort that has sex with girls in dressing rooms, and he didn't lay a hand on me. I should have known. He said I wasn't his sort. Goodness, I'm an idiot."

"You are not an idiot. Stop saying it. You're not. So stop it." He had the obscene urge to owl Ginny and have her come over here, but that would be weak. He'd invited Hannah here. He was going to take care of her. He knelt in front of her again, grabbing another tissue and running it under her eyes. "Don't cry over him. He's an idiot. You can't think you're an idiot, because he's the idiot, yeah?"

He knew that made no sense whatsoever, but he didn't know what else to say. Telling her he was going to use the hexes that hurt the most when he saw Blaise next didn't seem like the best idea. "It's going to-" He cringed when an especially shrill note flooded out of the radio. He flicked his wand at it, silence filling the room. "It'll be alright. He's-" I wonder if Gin knows Luna had sex with Blaise fucking Zabini. Maybe she'll help me hurt him. "He's the idiot. There is nothing wrong with you, Hannah, nothing at all."

"Well, if he's the idiot, Harry, why is it that I feel so stupid? Oh, I'll be all right. Don't worry. I just have to get over it, yeah? Maybe I should go out on a date with someone else. Try to get my mind off of things. Know any nice blokes?"

"None that I'd send your way." She looked about ready to burst into tears again, and Harry's face fell. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant... none that are good enough. I don't-" Merlin, I suck at this. "I don't think just going on a date with someone else is going to make it better."

"Oh, you're absolutely right. I'd probably just start going on about what Wayne wouldn't let me do or how nice Blaise looks without his shirt on and scare them off anyhow."

Hannah sat there feeling sorry for herself.

"Do you have any ice cream? This sort of thing calls for ice cream. Yes, I think I need ice cream."

"Ice cream?" He nodded. "I think we have some downstairs."

He held a hand out and helped her to her feet. She shuffled after him, pausing to slip her feet into some slippers that had large cat heads on the front of them. The truth was there were about four different types of ice cream downstairs in the ice box. He blamed Ginny. She'd just left her ice cream here when she stopped staying over, and he'd started eating it, making sure there were a few different types to pick from.

Hannah wrapped both her arms around one of his and leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked. "Thank you, Harry. I'll stop trying to be so pitiful, I promise. I'm just really bad at looking after myself. And sensitive. I guess I'm far too sensitive about things."

"You're not pitiful." He set her at the table and crossed over to the icebox, grabbing four different cartons and setting them in front of her. He grabbed two spoons and dug them into the ice cream, sitting across from her. "Take your choice. We have Neapolitan, Chocolate Chocolate Chip, Pumpkin Spice, and Vanilla." He shrugged at the vanilla. "Dobby likes it plain."

"Then I won't eat Dobby's ice cream," Hannah said with a weak smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. "Pumpkin spice."

When they were seated and eating, Harry having himself a rather large bowl of ice cream, Hannah sighed.

"You're a good friend, Harry. I hope your other friends tell you that often."

Harry smiled. "To be honest, I was slightly afraid I was going to run out of the room screaming when I saw you crying. I don't... I've been told I'm shite around emotional people." He took a rather large spoonful of ice cream and ate it, wincing when the coldness hit his teeth. "So... is there anything I can do? Ice Cream aside?"

"Obliviate me so I don't know to be upset about this?" As soon as she said it, a feeling of wrong crept over Hannah, but she shrugged it off. "No Harry, this right here is more than enough, and tell whomever has been telling you that you're rubbish at comfort that you are getting a little better at it."

Harry snorted.


{SUMMARY} Harry comforts Hannah after her upset about Blaise.

Mood music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVKv6PdBR-I
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Hehehehehe! Feel Harry's pain! Feel it!