Forbidden

Lies and Secrets

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling.

I walked over to the bed, sitting down next to it.

Josephine lay there, unconscious still.

"She still hasn't moved yet?" I had asked Ron and Hermione, who shook their heads sadly.

"I'm sure she'll wake up, soon Harry," Hermione had said.

"She kind of has too," Ron had said. "Madam Pomfrey thinks she just fell from the moving stairs and I reckon there is a big difference between a falling from the stairs concussion and a being smashed into a wall concussion."

I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated. I shouldn't have let her come with us. Should have known she'd get hurt. I lowered my hand onto hers, curling my fingers around hers, giving it a quick squeeze.

"Harry, Malfoy's coming!" Hermione whispered.

I jumped up, hopping back over to Ron's bed and jumping onto it. Ron yelped in pain as I landed on his leg, pushing at me to make me move. We got settled just as Malfoy came in, looking frightened. His expression changed into a sneer as soon as he saw us. Calmly, he walked over to his sister, settling down into the chair.

"Josephine?" he whispered. "Can you hear me?"

Josephine gave a soft moan, her eyes fluttering, slightly before fully opening. She looked around, confused, going to sit up when she cried out in pain, lying back down on the bed.

"Madam Pomfrey said you'd be sore for a while," Malfoy said. "You broke three ribs. . . . Josephine, how on earth did you not see the stairs move?"

"The stairs?" she asked, looking over at me quickly.

"I, uh, found you at the bottom of the stairs," I said quickly. "You didn't fall from far up but still. . . ."

Malfoy glanced over his shoulder at me. Josephine mouthed a quick 'Thank you'. I gave her an indiscrete nod.

"I just, you know, had my heads in the clouds," Josephine said. "I didn't see the stairs move at all. I'm all right, really."

"Are you sure?" Malfoy asked her.

You can't imagine how weird it is to actually hear Malfoy being nice to someone. And to actually see him standing next to her, it was almost creepy how identical they were. But Josephine had this softness to her that Malfoy couldn't possibly ever possess. And I think that's what I liked about her.

"I'm fine, Drac," she said. "Go ahead and go enjoy your friends company."

Malfoy leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Behind me, Ron gagged quietly.

Giving me and my friends one last evil sneer, he left. We looked over to Josephine who was grinning. "Thank you so much," she said.

"No problem," I said, re-seating myself in the unoccupied chair.

"You know," Ron said, "seeing as how you've actually gone on a 'mission' with us and we hold some of your secrets above your head for later bribing, it officially makes you one of us. Despite the fact that you're a stuck-up Malfoy."

Josephine smiled at him. "So are you saying we're friends? A Weasley and a Malfoy?"

Ron mumbled something. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you," Josephine said.

"I said yeah, we're friends," Ron said, trying to fight the smile on his face. "But don't mess it up, all right?"

"Oh don't worry. I think I'm going to like being friends with you. Despite the fact that you're a Weasel."

Ron grinned at her, grabbing some a box of Every Flavor Beans as he went to lie back in his bed.

"Oh I'm so excited," Hermione said. "Finally someone to talk to!"

"You had us to talk to Hermione," I said, frowning.

"Yeah, but you're not a girl, Harry," she said, grinning as she lay back in her own bed.

"So, just because we're blokes means you can't talk to us?" Ron said, heatedly.

"That's not what I meant Ron and you know it."

"I don't think you even know what you meant. Just what are exactly are you trying to say, Hermione?"

"Are they always like this?" Josephine asked me.

"You get used it," I told her, grinning.

"Thanks again, Harry, for everything."

The smile fell from my face. "I don't know why you keep thanking me. I almost got you killed."

"Hardly. A concussion and a few broken ribs is hardly anything to cry about."

I laughed only because that statement was so outrages. Josephine smiled, reaching forward and placing her hand on top of mine. A tingle ran up my arm, traveling down my spine.

"Besides," Josephine said. "I had a lot of fun, despite the fact that our lives were at constant threat of death and my aunt threw me up against a concrete wall."

"You're really weird," I told her, twisting my hand around so that hers lay in mine. "You do know that, right?"

I looked up at her only to see that she was staring down at her hands, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. She looked up at me her blue eyes sparkling as she gave me an embarrassed smile. "Yeah I know."

"Hmm, hmm!"

Josephine looked up and I looked over my shoulder to see Ron and Hermione staring at us, both with amused expressions on their faces.

"Don't ever do that again, Hermione," I said. "I thought Umbridge had come back."

"Are we interrupting something?" Ron asked with his eyebrow raised, ignoring what I said.

"No," Josephine and I answered at the same time, smiling innocently at our friends. I looked back to Josephine, who shrugged, laughing slightly.

I think I was going to like being friends with Joey.

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