Forbidden

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A/N: So new story. I have way too much time on my hand (well, not really but whatever). I hope you guys like this story. I give credit for this story to my good friend allhugs13 (she knows who she is; you know who you are). Without her, this story wouldn't have come into existence. Thank you so much allhugs13! You're awesome and I miss you!

She was a very pretty girl despite the fact that she was Draco Malfoy's twin sister. And when she saw me, she smirked with that same kind of annoying smirk that Draco always gave me. Draco had whispered in her ear, nodding his head toward me. Her eyes sparkled with what looked like interest and excitement.

How on earth I could see that from about twenty feet away, I'm not sure but I did.

"Who's she?" I asked Ron and Hermione as she glanced at me again before stepping into a compartment with Malfoy.

Hermione shrugged but Ron let out a great snort. "Oh great, just what we needed. Another bloody Malfoy."

Hermione gasped. "You mean she's related to the Malfoys?"

"Not just related. Josephine Malfoy . . . she's Malfoy's twin."

"I didn't even think Malfoy had any siblings."

"Yeah well, you would have never known. Her parents sent her to Beauxbatons instead of bringing her here. But apparently, she must have decided to come here."

I met her again a few moments later at the snack cart. She'd glanced up at me, that smirk still on her face but it seemed different somehow from her brother's.

"So," she said, handing some Sickles over to the witch who ran the cart, "you're the infamous Harry Potter, huh?"

Her voice was soft, slightly hoarse, and sounded almost kind. So I responded, "So what if I am."

Her bluish-gray eyes widened in surprise, her smirk getting bigger. "Oh, defensive much but I'll take that as a yes. And the scar is kind of a dead giveaway. I must say it's a pleasure to meet you finally. Josephine Malfoy."

She held out a slender hand to me. I was hesitant, of course. This kind of reminded me of reminded me of the first day I had ever met Draco Malfoy.

And I'll probably regret it forever, but I took her hand. "Nice to meet you too."

Unexpectedly, her grin broke into a pleasing smile, changing her features greatly. "Until later, then, Harry Potter."

She turned from me, her long, blond ponytail sliding over her shoulder. I stared after her for a while before forcing myself to go into my own compartment.

"You 'kay, 'arry?" Ron asked as he munched on a pumpkin pastry I had bought. He and Hermione had just gotten back from patrolling the train (luckily just after my conversation with Josephine).

"Yeah, I'm good." Just as I said this, Josephine and her brother walked past our compartment. I almost expected them to come in so that Draco could once again insult us but they didn't. He had wanted to, I could tell, but his sister grabbed hold of his arm and kept him walking. She said something and Draco tilted his head back and laughed. She glanced at me, giving me a quick smile before they disappeared.

"They were made for each other," Ron said before he took another bite of his pastry.

"And I thought we had it bad enough with one Malfoy," Ginny said from over in her corner of our compartment.

But . . . Josephine Malfoy didn't seem so bad. I mean, at least she wasn't a git like her git brother was. . . . Maybe she'd be okay.

Though I highly doubted it.