Forbidden

Kicked Out

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Josephine POV

I walked down the hallway towards the Slytherin common room, swinging my bag back and forth as I hummed to myself happily. A few days ago, you wouldn't have been able to tell me that I was to be dating Harry Potter, I would have laughed.

But today . . . I was happy. I know that doesn't sound like the most wonderful thing and that it makes me sound like I'm never happy, but I don't care. My life is finally going in a direction that I'm in charge of. Not Narcissa, Lucius, or even Draco. I was with Harry Potter. How non-Malfoy was that?

Finally, making my own decisions. I'm glad for all I've decided to do since I came to this school. . . . I'm glad I met Harry.

Merlin, Harry. I loved Harry. He was so . . . wonderful . . . and so very cute. Of course, no one's perfect, but it's like Harry actually realizes it, even if he's the ever famous Boy-Who-Lived/ The Chosen One.

Yep, Harry Potter was one beautiful person.

I turned the corner that led to the Slytherin Tower only to be blocked by Blaise Zabini. He was glaring at me, for some reason, and it sent a shiver up my spine. I gave him a small, vague smile (known to Harry and I as the Death-Eater's wife's smile). "Hello Blaise."

He continued to glare at me. If possible his eyes got even more narrow. "You sicken me," he said, the words falling over me like icy water.

To say the least, I was very confused. I've never sickened anyone before . . . at least not that I know of. I continued to smile at him, my eyes narrowing just slightly. "What are you –?"

Blaise grabbed my arm hard enough to make me wince. He began to drag me towards the portrait, mumbling to himself. My vague façade dropped as I cried out, "What are you doing, Blaise? Let go of me, this instant! Blaise, you're hurting me! Let go!"

Blaise muttered the password to a very confused portrait, which opened either way, allowing Blaise to shove me into the room. I stumbled before straightening up, smoothing down my robes as I faced Blaise. "You have some nerve, grabbing me like that and throwing me here! Just who on earth do you think you are? You have no right –!"

"Josephine."

My brother's icy cold tone would have stopped You-Know-Who in his tracks. I turned to face him, still amazed at how fast Madam Pomfrey managed to get rid of all his scars from the curse Harry had sent at him.

Draco gazed at me, his chin resting on his hands. The face that was so like mine looked terrifying, the green light from the fireplace making his face look gaunt and his eyes dark. . . .

"What's going on here?" I asked, clutching my backpack to my chest.

"Tell him what I saw," Blaise growled at me.

I took a step back from him. "What are you talking –?"

"Don't play dumb Josephine!" Blaise shouted. "I know what you did, what you've been doing! I saw you! I saw you kissing Harry Potter!"

His words echoed in the empty common, bouncing off the walls. I didn't know . . . I couldn't say anything. How had he seen Harry and I? We'd been alone in that corridor . . . hadn't we?

"How long has this been going on, huh?" Blaise continued. "How long have you been skipping around with Potter, huh? Were you planning on telling Potter all our plans for the Dark Lord?"

"Blaise," Draco said, cutting off his best friend. He looked back to me. "Is all of this true?"

My mouth opened but I couldn't speak. I wanted to tell Draco, my twin, why I wanted to be with Harry, wanted to explain how it and how Harry made me feel; I knew he would understand. But nothing came out of my mouth. So I simply nodded.

Draco heaved a deep sigh, dropping his head. When he looked back up at me, it was like a slap in the face. He glared at me, angry and ashamed. "You've disgraced the Malfoy name, Josephine."

My mouth drop slightly open. "But Drac, I –"

"You've disgraced the Slytherin House."

"Draco, why are you –?"

"And most of all, you've disgraced me."

Tears stung my eyes and I was finding it hard to breathe. It was like Draco was gone and standing in front of me was a younger version of Lucius. Draco, my Draco, would never talk to me in such a tone, as if I were nothing but gum on the bottom of his show. "Draco, please –"

He got to his feet, ignoring my pleading as he sneered at me, his upper lip raised in disgust. "Get out."

"Out?" I said, confused. "What do you mean out? Draco, I live here."

"Not anymore, you don't," Blaise said, his voice mocking.

"You've betrayed your whole house, Josephine," Draco said. "You've betrayed all of Slytherin. You don't deserve to live here or to be a Pureblood witch. You're nothing but a filthy, blood-traitor whore."

My hand lifted to my chest, where my heart was pounding horribly hard and painful. "Draco, you don't – you don't mean that."

Draco stared at me, the answer evident on his face before turning his head away, staring off into the fire. A strangled sob escaped me. I stared at him for a moment before running from the common room, tears blurring my vision.

By now, everyone, at least all of Slytherin house, would know about Harry and I . . . my parents would find out. . . .

And Harry . . .

Oh Merlin, what was I going to do?

Harry POV

I hurried up the stairs of the Owlery, excited to Josephine just because. It was worse now, now that she knew how I felt about her and she felt the same way

Now, she was definitely the only one I could think about when I woke up and when I could go to sleep. I've never felt this way about someone before.

I stepped through the doorway of Owlery, the smile falling from my face as I saw Josephine, sitting against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest, her head resting on her knees, letting her hair fall in a curtain around her.

"Joey?" I said.

She looked up at me, her eyes red and tears staining her cheeks. "He knows."

The excitement I had felt entering the room had since disappeared, leaving an empty, hollow feeling in my chest. I moved forward, slowly, leaning back against the wall next to her and sliding down, pulling my knees to my own chest. "How?" I asked.

"Blaise."

I guess we had been a little reckless, what with me dropping down to one knee for her in the hallway.

Blimy, I could be so freaking dumb sometimes!

"What did he say?" I asked, quietly.

Josephine sniffed, wiping her eyes on the back of her robe sleeve. "All this stuff about how I've disgraced, him, our family, and all of Slytherin. . . . He kicked me out of our tower. . . . He called me – he called me a filthy, blood-traitor whore."

Josephine burst into a fit of tears, her head dropping down to her knees again. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to me. She lay her head on my shoulder and I let her cry. For some reason, I was oddly calm . . . well, for lack of a better word. Me worrying wouldn't make this situation any better for Josephine.

I got to my feet, grabbing Josephine's hand and pulling her up. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"Well, you can't sleep up here in the Owlery," I told her, giving her a small smile.

"Where else can I go?"

I took her hand in mine. "You have to trust me, okay?"

Josephine nodded and we left the Owlery.

"This probably isn't a good idea, Harry."

Josephine and I stared at the portrait of the Fat Lady, who was waiting (impatiently) for the password. "I haven't got all day, you know," she was saying. "A portrait of my stature has many things to do."

"It's the only place where I know for sure you'll be safe," I told her, ignoring the Fat Lady's aggravated sighs. "By tomorrow, everyone's going to know anyway. Just trust me, Joey."

She hesitated for a moment before taking my hand. I murmured the password to the Fat Lady, pulling her inside.

All heads looked up immediately like they always do when the portrait hole opens because everyone was too nosy for their own good. Eyes became wide, traveling from me, to Josephine, to our interlace fingers. . . .

I saw Ron and Hermione sitting in a far corner of the room, their eyes just as wide as everyone else's. I quickly pulled Josephine over to them, trying to ignore the whispers and the stares even though my face was totally hot.

Josephine and I sat down at the table across from my friends. "What's up?" I asked, casually.

"'What's up?'" Hermione hissed. "Harry, have you completely lost your mind?"

"This was the only place I could bring her to keep her safe," I whispered, conscious on all the eyes on us.

"Keep her safe?" Ron asked. "Keep her safe from what?"

"Draco found out today," Josephine said, sadly, ". . . about us."

Hermione's hands flew up to her mouth in a gasp. "Oh dear. . . ."

"He kicked her out of the tower and degraded her," I told them, glancing over to make sure Josephine wasn't crying again. "I couldn't just let her sleep up in the Owlery or something."

"That git," Ron said, shaking his head. "The whole lot of them will know by tomorrow. . . . No wonder you brought her here."

Josephine gave a chocked off sob. Hermione and Ron exchanged glances, quickly, before sobbing.

"I can make a camp bed for her to sleep on in my room," Hermione said, reaching across to place her hand on top of Josephine's free one.

"And hey, if all else fails, this summer you can come stay at the Burrow," Ron said, grinning. "No doubt Ferret-boy will tell your parents and I think that's one holiday you might want to skip out on."

Josephine looked from Hermione to Ron, and, if possible, her eyes filled with even more tears. "You guys would do that for me? Even though we haven't known each other long?"

"You went on a 'mission' with us, remember?" Ron said. "And you lied for us. Those are really the only requirements to join this group."

"Besides, we already told you we're here for you," Hermione said. "We're friends, Josephine."

Josephine smiled, happily. "Thank you. I'm not sure how I'll ever repay you guys."

"You don't have to," I said, smiling. "That's the whole point of friends."

"Friends," Josephine said, happily. "I like the sound of that."

A/N: Whoa, crazy long chapter (for me anyway). I hope you enjoyed. There is still more to come, so keep in eye out! So, time for a teaser.

I cupped her face in my hands, pulling her forward into one of the best kisses I think I've ever managed to pull off. When I moved back, Josephine looked rather dazed, a slight smile on her face. "Harry. . . ." she said.

"Just be careful," I said. Looking up at Ron and Hermione, I added, "All of you."

I gave Josephine a quick kiss on the forehead before hurrying out the portrait hole.

Crazy long teaser right? But I hope you enjoyed it either way. See you next time!

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