Disclaimer: Not Mine."You're boring."
"I told you I had studying to do but you still insisted on coming up here."
"We won't have any exams until like two weeks after Christmas break."
"Yes, well, when I have everything memorized for the exam and you don't, don't blame me. Now be quiet unless you want me to flunk."
I smiled over at Josephine as she read her History of Magic book, her eyes flashing over the words and her hand whipping out to write notes. A sliver of hair fell in front of her face and she blew it out of the way . . . only to have it land right back where it had fallen.
If I had been close enough, I would have brushed it away.
Realizing you are in love with somebody is a crazy feeling. I got this crazy broom-diving feeling in the pit of my stomach every time she was near me and the smile never left my face. She was the last person I think about when I go to bed and the first person I think about when I wake up. Everything about her seemed perfect and I hated the fact that I couldn't hold her hand in public like I wanted to (not that I did it in private), or hug her in public like I wanted to (once again: not that I did it in private), or even tell her she's beautiful in public like I wanted to (I reiterate: not that I did it in private).
Sighing, I stood up and walked towards the window, my broom in hand. Quidditch just didn't seem the same this year. Maybe it was because I had a lot more responsibility this year than I did last year. But the flight – the flight would always be the same.
I turned back to Joey, a manic grin on my face as I approached her. "Come flying with me," I said, squatting in front of her.
"What?" Josephine said, looking up at me.
"Come flying with me," I repeated. "Just once around the school. You'll like it, I promise."
"Ha, ha, no, my friend. I think you would like to enjoy the terror on my face. Flying is something you have more in common with my twin than with me. I don't fly."
I frowned, slightly, taking her hand in mine and yanking her to her feet. Her book fell to the ground as she protested. "Harry, I swear, if you force me onto that broom, I will be forced to beat you."
"Come on, Joey," I said, turning to her as we approached the doorway. "It'll be fun."
"It'll be my death."
"Joey, you've known me a year and a half now. And in that last year and a half, I've kept tons of secrets from your brother for you and from my friends. Don't you trust me?"
Joey glared on me. "Only you would bring up the trust card."
She sighed, angrily. "Of course I trust you, Harry."
"Then will you fly with me?"
Joey bit her lip, looking over her shoulder back to her books. She looked back at me and I gave her what she called my 'puppy dog look'. Big eyes and crooked grin. She said it got to her and, for some reason, that always got to me. She groaned. "I hate when you do that."
I laughed, holding onto her hand as she climbed onto the stone railing of the Owlery stairs. I climbed up after laying out my broom. "Just climb on."
She climbed onto the broom and I climbed on behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist so I could hold onto the front of the broom. Her hands gripped onto mine tightly and a flutter went up my spine. "Ready?" I whispered next to her ear.
"No," she whispered back.
And we jumped.
It was hard to catch the change in weight at first but the broom managed and soon we were soaring over Hogwarts. Josephine's scream echoed across the empty grounds, slowly changing into nervous laughter.
"T-this isn't s-so bad," she said. She relaxed back against me and I rested my chin on her shoulder. "It's so beautiful down there."
"Yeah," I said, amazed.
It was really pretty. The snow cushioned the castle and the earth like a white blanket and the lake was entirely frozen over; perfect for ice skating. "Let's go down there," I said.
"Alright," she said, grinning.
I swooped the broom for the ground, slowly descending. Josephine slid off and I followed, leaning my broom against the tree as I headed for the lake.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Josephine asked.
"Ice skating," I said grinning. I took a tentative step onto the ice, trying not to fall as I turned to face Josephine. My arms swung in the air as I tried to keep my balance. "Come with me?"
"Only because you're going to kill yourself if I let you stay out there by yourself," Josephine said, smiling at me. She stepped gently onto the ice, gracefully skating towards me and taking my hand.
Together we moved along the ice, laughing because I looked like an incredibly sloshed Hagrid the way I was moving. Josephine held onto my arm, her smile sparkling in the light. I tried to spin her, but, of course, it didn't work and she ended up falling into my arms, laughing.
All I could do was stare at her. Why in the world did she have to be so beautiful?
The smile slid from her face slowly as she stared up into my eyes. Kiss her Harry, I told myself. Just lean down and kiss her!
"Harry?" she said softly.
I snapped out of my trance and helped her stand up straight. "We should get back," I said, my cheeks red. Why on earth couldn't I have just kissed her? It would have been easy and I wouldn't be feeling so freaking awkward now!
"Can we fly around for a bit more?" Joey asked, surprising me. Her cheeks were red too, so I knew she had to have known that I wanted to kiss her.
But instead of stating the obvious, I said, "I thought you didn't like flying."
She shrugged. "You changed my mind, is all."
Grinning, I took her hand again and we stumbled are way back to my broom."Harry? Harry. Oh, Merlin, here we go again. Harry! Are you listening?"
"Huh?" I said, looking over at a very annoyed Hermione.
"You were dazing out again, mate," Ron said, shaking his head. He looked worried but amused. "You're really falling for this girl, huh?"
"What?" I said, giving a nervous laugh. "Of course not! I mean . . . come on! We're – we're just friends."
"Oh come off it, Harry," Hermione said. "You acme in her, flushed in the face with that big grin on your face. And you always smile when someone says her name. You're a mess!"
"Okay, so maybe I like her a little bit." Hermione snorted and I glared over at her. "Even if I do, what does it matter?"
"It doesn't, I suppose. I'm just worried. You do realize that people find out that you're talking to her, it's going to cause a mess, especially for her. Her family hates you."
"Really? I didn't notice."
"I'm just trying to help you, Harry."
"We're just worried, Harry," Ron said. "We don't want you or her to get in trouble with her crazy family."
"Look, nothing's going on," I said, getting to my feet. "No one's going to get caught doing anything because we're just friends. Thank you for being so interested in my love life, but nothing's happening."
I left the common room and went up to my dormitory, angry at my friends, but more so, angry at myself. . . .
Because I wanted something to be happening.