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Friend

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"Blue. What's yours?"

"Wait, blue?"

"Yeah what's wrong with blue?"

"Nothing I just thought your favorite colors would be green and silver."

Josephine smiled at me and I'm pretty sure she rolled her eyes at me from behind her glasses.

It was yet another lesson in the D.A. and for the first time since we'd started this thing I finally got to duel her and talk to her during the class. It was loud enough and busy enough that no one even noticed us talking. She decided we'd do questions which turned out to be pretty fun.

"You never did answer my question," she said, shooting a spell at me that I blocked. "What's your favorite color? And please don't say red and gold."

I laughed, shooting a spell at her that she dodged. "Actually it's green."

She stopped moving for a moment, her eyebrows rose over her glasses. "Green?"

"Yep," I said, smiling at her.

Her lips curved up into a smile as she shook her head at me. "Always this unexpected, Harry?"

"Only once you get to know me."

She shot another spell at me, which I dodged this time, frowning at her slightly. "I'm unexpected?"

"I didn't say you were the only one. . . . So what are you planning to do once we get out of here, Harry?"

"I'm not sure yet.. . . I wanted to be an Auror –"

" 'Wanted'?"

"Umbridge said I'll never, ever work in the Ministry."

"Since when did you start listening to Umbridge?"

"I don't, it's just –"

"Just nothing Harry. I think you'd make a wonderful Auror. I mean, come one, look at all the stuff you've done, all the things you're doing. You're fantastic."

A slight blush came to my face and I frustratingly tried to shake it away. I hate that I get embarrassed so easily. "So, er, uh, what about you?"

"Me? Well, if it were up to my parents, I'd become some Death Eater's wife . . . most likely Blaise Zabini."

I shivered at the thought. "But what do you want to do?"

"I'd actually liked to, um, teach."

This time it was my turn to stop. I smiled at her. "Teach?"

"Yep."

"What, er, what subject?"

"Charms, actually. It's a very fun subject, don't you think?"

"One of the better ones, I guess."

Josephine giggled, her smile large. I couldn't help but smile back at her, my face getting hot again. She was very pretty. . . .

"Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter, sir!" I turned, my smile dropping from my face as Dobby came running towards me, his large eyes bigger than normal.

I looked back at Josephine real quick before I looked back to Dobby. "What's up, Dobby?"

"They is finding out, Harry Potter. They is finding out and they is coming!"

"Who's coming Dobby?" I asked, frantically.

"Umbridge is knowing and they is coming, Harry Potter!"

The world, my world, seemed to slow down. My heart pounding loudly in my chest, I stood up and looked around at the class, my class. All we've worked for was about to come to an end.

I turned to Josephine, who had heard everything and who I could tell was just as shocked as I was. For some reason, seeing her snapped me out of my trance.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" I said. "Run! Get out of here!"

Screaming broke out in the room and I was tousled as people ran to get out, pushing and trying to get out the door at once.

"Harry!" I heard as someone grabbed my hand. I turned to see Josephine, her sunglasses off now and her eyes wide and terrified. "Harry you've got to get out of here! You're already in enough trouble!"

"I've got to make sure everyone gets out of here all right," I told her. I realized that she was still holding onto my hand. I took her hand in both of mine and dragged her towards the office. "You go. You're brother is part of that Inquisitorial Squad. Get out of here."

"But –"

"Get out of here, Joey!" I'm not exactly sure when I had started calling her by that nickname but I'm pretty sure that was the first time I ever had.

Josephine's eyes, if possible, got wider with shock. I don't think she'd ever gotten called by a nickname before by anyone. She bit her lip softly before giving me a small smile. Quickly she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against my cheek. "Meet me in the owlery when this is all over if you can," she said.

Clearing my throat I nodded. Pushing her glasses back onto her face, she ran out of the room with the rest of the crowd.

Once everyone was gone, I headed for the door, ready to escape or except my fate.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, I stood at the bottom of the owlery, wondering whether or not I was going to go up the stairs or not. It wasn't that I didn't want to, I was just . . . I don't know.

Josephine appeared at the top of the stairs, the wind blowing her long hair into her face. She smiled at me and it was enough to make me go up the stairs. She met me in the middle, giving me a very unexpected hug.

"I thought they'd expelled you," she said.

I awkwardly patted her on the back. I was still working on my outward affections (my inward ones too, but we're not going to go into that right now). "Nope, I'm still here."

She took hold of my hand and pulled me the rest of the way up. I still wasn't feeling very enthusiastic after the whole D.A. thing. "Why did you want to meet me up here, Joey?"

"Well, I still wanted to be your friend even though the classes are pretty much done with, if that's all right," she said, giving me a small smile. The smell of owls greeted us as we stepped through the door. Josephine pulled me over to the nearest window, leaning against it and taking in a deep breath. "So what happened?"

"I got caught," I said, angrily, leaning out of the window beside her. "And Umbridge was going to have me expelled but . . . but Dumbledore stuck up for us. He told her that he created the D.A. and had just put me in charge. Fudge was there and Auror Kingsley and Auror Shacklebolt and they were going to arrest Dumbledore. . . . And Dumbledore just . . . disappeared. . . ."

"So you mean, now we're . . . we're stuck here with Umbridge?"

"Yep."

Josephine sighed, looking down at her hands. "How did we get ratted out anyway?"

"One of Cho's friends ratted us out." I kicked my foot against the wall, feeling even angrier. "She even had the proof written across her forehead."

"How'd that go, anyway?"

"How'd what go?"

"You're date with Cho. You never did tell me how that went."

"I didn't?"

"No, the last time I got to talk to you was after you beat the living snot out of my brother."

"I said I was sorry about that."

"And I told you that you didn't have to be. He deserved it. But anyway, you're date with Cho?"

She'd been trying to change the subject but it wasn't too a very good topic. I explained to her all that had happened, feeling dumber with each passing minute.

Josephine groaned after I had finished. "Oh, Harry, Harry, Harry, you did it all wrong."

"Yeah, I know, I know," I said, chuckling slightly. "Hermione explained it to me all ready. I'm a guy, all right? That kind of thinking doesn't just automatically run through my head. . . . It doesn't matter anymore anyway."

"Why is that?"

"Met up with Cho on my way over here and we got into a big old argument about her friend and everything. It was really stupid but, I don't think she'll want to talk to me anymore."

"That's too bad Harry. You guys were really cute together."

I laughed again. "If you say so. . . . So, what else can you tell me about you?"

"Oh, are we playing questions again?"

"Might as well, don't you think?"

"Okay, well I have a question for you."

"What's that?"

"Joey?"

I smiled over at her. "I just thought you could do with a nickname. I'll stop if you want me too."

"No, it's fine," she said. "I like it."

I had looked away but I looked back just in time to see her blush slightly. "Can I tell you something, Harry?"

"What's that?"

"You're actually the first friend I've ever had."

"But . . . what about Beauxbatons? You had to have a lot of friends there."

"No. Nobody liked me. They thought I was stuck up because I was Malfoy, but no one actually took the time to get to know me. And so I had no friends. But then I came here and there were all these girls who wanted to hang out with me . . . only so they could talk about me behind my back. I didn't think I'd ever actually make any friends. . . . Until I met you." She looked at me, smiling at me. Her smile transformed her face so much that it was like looking at a different person.

I think it was then that I stopped looking at her as Josephine Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's twin sister, and I was able to look at her as Joey, my friend.

Reaching over hesitantly, I took her hand in mine. "I'm glad you're my friend too."

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