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Domestics

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Once again, I ended up landing hard on my backside, my wand flying from my hand and landing on the floor behind me. 'Jasmine McCauley' reached her hand down to me, that smirk on her face again, people clapping in the background.

"Sorry about that, Potter," she said, softly.

I nodded, sitting up to look at the rest of the class. "All right, everyone, we'll uh, keep practicing Disarming and Stunning for a couple of more minutes and then you can go."

As soon as the rest of the class had gone to join up with their partners again, I took her outstretched hand, pushing myself up as she pulled. When she went to move, I kept a tight grip on her hand, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "I know who you are Malfoy and you're not going anywhere until I get some things answered."

It didn't take a genius to know that she was glaring at me from behind those gigantic glasses. She yanked her hand away from mine, going off to join Cho. I kept my eye on her the whole rest of the class, because I had a feeling she'd sneak off right when I wasn't looking.

Usually (sometimes) my feelings are right.

She snuck out of the classroom almost as soon as the class was over. But luckily, what with the big crowd and everything, it wasn't easy for her to get anywhere fast.

Glancing over her shoulder, she hurried down a side corridor. I followed.

"Malfoy," I called.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Potter," she said.

"Um, yeah, you kind of have too," I said, catching up and grabbing a hold of her arm and turning her towards me. I pulled my wand from my pocket, pointing it at her. "I'll – I'll Obliviate you if I have to an order to save the class. And a warning, I've never done it before so you might just forget you who are. . . . But if I have to, I will."

Josephine slipped the glasses from her face, her piercing blue gaze catching mine. And for a moment, she simple stared at me, as if searching for something, before she smirked. "Let go of me, Potter."

I did so, but my wand was still pointed at her. "I'll Obliviate you, Malfoy."

"Oh, I have no doubt that you will. But really, Harry, if I had wanted to rat you out to Professor Toad, I would have done it by now. So, if you'll excuse me." Josephine turned, heading back down the corridor.

"Why are you taking the class?" I called out to her.

She stopped, glancing at me over her shoulder again. "I already told you I don't have to explain myself to you."

"You act like it's a complicated question. How do I know that this isn't all a trick?"

"Because, Potter, like I said before, if I had wanted to rat you out, I could have and would have done it already. And yet, this is your third meeting if you count the Hogshead." She had gotten closer now, her eyes narrowed just so slightly. "You act as if Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors are the only ones who want to learn something other than the 'basics'. Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, some of us Slytherins actually agreed with you about Umbridge's poor teaching skills? No, I don't suppose it did, seeing as if I had to find out via loud Hogwarts' gossip, which is so very annoying."

By now, I had lowered my wand to the floor, slightly surprised at this girl. She actually wanted to come to the classes?

Josephine huffed slightly, turning on her heel and walking away from me again.

"How do I know I can trust you Malfoy?" I called out to her.

"We shook hands, didn't we?" she said over her shoulder. "I never go back on a hand shake. Plus that, your secret gets out and so does mine. Personally, I don't want pops or my brother finding out about this anytime soon. And I'm pretty sure Granger put some kind of charm on the sign up list. Clever, but you don't fool me."

She stopped for a moment, reaching up to take the hat from her head as she faced me, a smile on her face. I watched as her long braided hair fell cascaded from the cap. "I suppose I'll see you soon, Harry. Can't wait for the next meeting."

Josephine began to walk away from me again, but I still wasn't sure. "Malfoy, I –"

"Merlin, Potter, what do need a written agreement? Oh, I know." She walked the short distance back to me, holding up the pinkie on her right hand. "Here."

"Er, here what?" I asked, looking at her finger.

"Are you telling me that you've lived with Muggles half your life and you don't even know what a pinkie promise is? Merlin, Potter, you're hopeless." She reached down, slipping her slender pinkie around mine and lifting our hands to chest level. My finger tingled slightly as she smiled at me again. "I, Josephine Denise Malfoy, hereby solemnly swear that I will not in any way, shape, or form, give away Harry –"

"Oh, er, James."

"Oh, James, that's nice. Anyway, I will not in any way, shape, or form, give away Harry James Potter's secret club, named Dumbledore's Army. . . . There. You now have my oath. I'm afraid I won't be casting an Unbreakable Vow for this. Is that enough for you?"

I hesitated before nodding. She smiled again. "Good."

Her pinkie slid from mine, letting my hand drop back down to my side, the tingle gone from my finger. "Well, I guess that's that then," I said.

"Yes . . . until next time. There's always a next time, Harry. So, I'll see you again when it's our next time. . . . I enjoy our conversations Harry. You're quite an entertaining person." Her smile widened slightly as she turned, leaving me alone again in the corridor.

I didn't realize how fast my heart had sped up until just after she was gone but I couldn't figure out why that was. I felt lightheaded and dizzy, but I didn't understand that either.

I wondered vaguely if Josephine Malfoy had cast a spell on me while I wasn't looking and what kind.

But I realized I was just being paranoid which I rarely (always) was.

Taking a deep breath and casting another glance in the direction she had gone, I turned and headed back toward the Gryffindor tower.

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