All that Glitters

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Thank you for waiting. I know this story is taking a while to develop but don't worry it will speed up.

"So what happened?"

I didn't even realize she was there until she plopped down next to me on the table where I had been sitting. I turned to her now, my face reflecting off of her glasses. "What are you on about?"

Josephine took off her glass rolling her eyes at me. "Seriously, Harry, did you think that you and the entire Weasley could leave Hogwarts in the middle of the night and not have every one hear about, even those of us who went home for the break? Everyone knows everything here Harry."

"No one knows that you're taking this class," I pointed out. She rolled her eyes at me again, shaking her head. "You know I mean, besides that."

"Well if they don't know that you're taking this class than they don't know everything." Josephine gave me a look that clearly said 'Cut it out'. I gave her a small smile and said, "Sorry it's been a really long day."

"Are you going to tell me what happened or are you going to make me guess?" she said.

I shrugged. "It's a long story."

She looked around the room, pointing to the wall across from us where a clock had appeared. "We've got fifteen minutes till everyone shows up. Is that enough time?"

I looked over at her. Her eyes were intent on me and filled with . . . concern. I could feel my face get hot and I looked away from her. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Stop looking at me how?"

"Like you care. Even though you're a girl you still look a lot like your brother and I'm not used to Malfoy looking at me like that."

She scoffed, pushing on my arm. "You know, it doesn't do much to a girl's self-esteem to tell her she looks like her brother. But I do care. I mean, you're my friend. . . . Or at least I like to consider you my friend. . . . Do you consider me a friend?"

I looked at her again, at the way her eyes watched me questioningly. I realized she didn't look like her brother at all. I mean, of course she looked like him because they were twins they had to look alike but she didn't look like him. . . .

I hope you understand because I think I'm confusing myself.

But despite the fact that she was Draco Malfoy's twin sister, she was still a very pretty girl and . . . a very nice girl. And those facts alone made me spill the whole story to her about Mr. Weasley and that Christmas and this annoying little peek-a-boo thing I got going on with Voldemort. . . .

And she listened. I wasn't used to that. Being friends with Hermione and Ron has taught me when and where to pause in my stories because they just loved to interject but . . . she listened. Even when I did pause she didn't say anything at all. And I liked that.

By the time I had finished talking, the rest of the class showed up, bringing with it Cho. And for the first time since I'd seen her in third year, I didn't want to talk to her. I wanted to talk to Josephine some more but she'd since disappeared into the crowd, her glasses probably back on again.

Sighing, I got up to begin class.

"It was scary wasn't it."

I turned to see Josephine sitting at the table again as if we hadn't had an hour long disruption. She looked up at me, her eyes sad as she said, "Having someone in your head like that."

I seriously doubted that she could really know what that was like and that doubt must have showed on my face because she smiled slightly. "Okay so maybe I don't know what it's like literally, but I do know what it's like."

"How so?" I asked, sliding onto the table beside her.

She looked down onto her hands, frowning. "You know, being a Malfoy isn't all glamorous as everyone likes to make it."

"Really? You could have fooled me, you know, what with the gigantic house and the money and everything."

"That's just the outward view," Josephine said, turning her frown on me. "That's just what we let you see, just what you want to see. Behind all that there's . . . let's just say we're not exactly one big happy family. Dad . . . Father is cold and distant while mother simply follows everything she tells him do and Draco and I . . . we do whatever they expect us and tell us to do, too. . . . I never get to do what I want to do . . . never got to go play with the other kids. . . . I was taught to be a 'dignified' young lady from birth. . . . And we were punished for everything. You spilt something on yourself, you were punished. You speak without being spoken too, you were punished. You breathed during quiet time, you were punished."

"What do you mean punished?"

She gave me a dark look and I swallowed. Taking a deep breath she continued. "Draco doesn't get it. We're really close and he's always taken care of me but . . . he just doesn't understand what it would mean to follow our rules. He wants to please 'Father' and he tells me that I would stop being punished if I just listen. . . . And the thing is I do listen, I always listen and I still get punished. Father likes to tell me that Draco is his favorite and that . . . that he hadn't wanted twins, hoped for only Draco.

"And that always follows me around. The fact that he tells me I'm worthless, good for nothing. I hear it in my sleep, when I'm awake, everywhere I go. That's how I know what it's like to have someone in your head, Harry, how I know how you feel."

I stared at her in shock for a moment. The way she and Malfoy swaggered around the school, you would have never had thought that she was hurting this way. She reached up, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "Sorry," she said.

Awkwardly, I placed my hand on her back, rubbing it in small circles. She gave me a small smile, which I returned.

I'm not quite sure how long we sat there together, but however long it was, each passing moment took away the awkwardness.

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