Forbidden

Talking

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"You've been able to come up here more often, I see."

"No more private classes for a while."

Truth was, I still had yet to get that memory from Slughorn, but I couldn't tell her that. I moved to stand next to Josephine at the window, staring out into the dusk, which seemed even nicer tonight for some reason.

"You ever going to tell me about these 'private classes'," Josephine asked.

"Some day," I told her, looking down at my hands. "It's going to be a long story though."

Josephine's small hand move to lie on top of mine. I looked up at her and her smile, my stomach flipping like crazy. "I'd love to listen."

I turned my hand over and caught her hand in mine. "I know."

We fell into a comfortable silence for a moment as I stared into her bright, blue eyes and she gazed back at me. Why couldn't all nights be like this?

"So how's Ron?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"He's alive, which is all that matters, really," I said.

"Good thing you were there."

"Yeah . . . good thing."

Josephine turned so that she was facing me, a frown on her face. "You don't sound to happy."

"The only reason I knew what to do was because of the Prince's potion book."

"So? The point is you saved Ron's life, and that's all that matters, like you said. Who cares if someone else gave you the idea? Better you than someone who hadn't been in the room when Ron was poisoned."

She was right, I knew, which is probably why I didn't say anything else. She was always right in these kind of situations, though.

"So, what are you going to do about the Quidditch game next weekend?" she asked suddenly.

I groaned, hitting one hand against the wall. "I got to put that git, McLaggen, in Ron's place."

"McLaggen as in Hermione's McLaggen?"

"Yep."

"The one Ron absolutely hates?"

"Yep."

"Merlin, that's . . . unfortunate."

"Very. But at least you're not the captain of the team. McLaggen's been bugging me since he found out about Ron, giving me strategies and telling me how I should captain the team."

"Sounds annoying."

"Incredibly annoying. And to add to all that, Lavender won't stop bugging me either. Turns out Ron's been pretending to be asleep every time she comes by. He should just end it already."

"Not that easy, is it? Breaking up with Lavender is like pulling a blood sucking leech."

I laughed, feeling better almost instantly. I guess she just had that kind of affect on me.

"Things are going to look up eventually, Harry," she said, when we left the Owlery. "One way or another, they'll look up."

I woke up, suddenly, in a warm, comfortable bed surrounded by a bright white light.

Something moved into my line of vision, and as I gained focus, I couldn't have sworn I was seeing an angel. She smiled down at me as she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "Can't you ever manage to stay out of trouble, Harry?"

Josephine moved back and I sat up, looking around.

"Nice of you to drop in," I heard Ron say from somewhere to my left.

The hospital wing. Of course. Damn McLaggen. I should have found someone else, anyone else to take Ron's place in the game. A Troll could have done a better job than him!

"Cracked skull," Josephine said, answering my unasked question. "You're stuck here for the night to advoid overexertion."

"I'm going to kill McLaggen," I said, angrily.

"Which would qualify as overexertion." Josephine smiled, jestering towards my head. "Nice turban."

I lifted my hand to my head to feel the excessive amount of bandages on my head. I groaned, lying back on my bed. "Things aren't looking up, Joey."

"You're too impatient," she said. "I said, eventually. Not right away."

Josephine got to her feet, picking up her purse as she did. "I just wanted to come and see if you were alright. Maybe you should lay off Quidditch for a while; it seems a bit too dangerous for you."

"I live for danger," I told her, grinning.

She laughed, bending down to press a kiss against my cheek. "Get well you two."

I was glad she left the room after that because my face got really hot.

"You should just tell her already," Ron said.

"Tell her what, exactly?" I said. "That her brother is still sneaking around the castle and it was probably his fault that you got poisoned or –"

"That you really, really like her."

I fell silent, staring up at the ceiling. I sighed. "I can't tell her that."

"Why not?"

"It would ruin our friendship."

"How do you know that? Maybe she really likes you too. You should just talk to her."

"Says the Boy-Who-Is-Using-A-Girl-He-Can't-Stand-To-Make-The-Girl-He-Likes-Jealous-Because-He-Can't-Just-Talk-To-Her."

"Whatever, Harry. At least my situation is less complicated than yours."

"How so?"

"The girl I like is in the same House as me and there's no chance I'll get kill just for looking at her."

"And yet you're telling me to talk to her."

"Only because I'm your best mate, and I'm pretty sure you're going to go spare if you don't talk to her by the end of this year."

I sighed again, nodding my head. "You're right."

"I know I'm right."

"I'll talk to her soon. I just – I just got to make sure the time is right."

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