Forbidden to Love

Authors note: I'm back!

F-O-R-B-I-D-D-E-N T-O L-O-V-E

When Juliet opened her eyes, she saw the familiar ceiling of the Hospital Wing. She gently lifted herself to sit on her elbows and looked around. Draco was hunched over on her bed fast asleep. She looked further around the room, Harry was resting in a chair that was settled between her and Oliver's beds. Juliet gently moved the covers and quietly got out of bed, as not to disturb Harry or Draco. She walked quietly across the floor to Oliver's bed and sat on the edge.

"I am so sorry I put you through this. If it wasn't for me, you would have had quite a quiet school year," she said moving his hair out of his face. "Maybe I should just fulfil my Father's wishes and switch to Slytherin. It would make all our lives so much easier," she continued as a tear slid down her face.

"But it would make you miserable," Oliver's voice came.

"Oliver!" she exclaimed hugging him.

"Ouch, gentle," he said placing his arm around her.

"Sorry! I'm just glad you are ok," she said backing up.

"Why are you crying?" he asked gently.

"This is all my fault!" she said, as tears slid down her face more frequently.

"Don't say such things. Flint and I have always fought like this. He would do anything to make sure Gryffindor lost at Quidditch," he responded pull her hands away from her face.

"But," she said looking down at her hands.

"No but. Juliet do not blame yourself for the workings of Marcus Flint. He is a vial person who has no regard for anyone but himself," Oliver said, gently lifting her chin.

"I could not have said that any better myself, Mr. Wood," a male voice came, causing both to jump and turn towards the door.

"Headmaster!" Juliet exclaimed jumping to her feet and curtsying.

"Please, Miss Malfoy. No need to curtsy," he said holding up his hand. "It seems that you have been quite a constant resident of the Hospital Wing this year."

"I am sorry Professor. I seem to be quite clumsy this term," she responded quietly.

"Miss Malfoy do not worry. I do not blame you for anything that has happened so far this term. The responsible parties will be held accountable and strict rules will be enforced. My first and foremost responsibility is the safety of all students, even those whose parents wish for us to do nothing," Dumbledore said peering over his spectacles at her.

"Professor, do you mean to say, Marcus Flint will be punished?" Draco's voice came from behind them.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy. He has now injured two students under my care on multiple occasions. If I continue to stand on the sidelines then things will only get worse," he responded looking past Juliet at Draco.

"When will he be punished sir?" Oliver asked from his bed.

"We have sent word to his parents that they are to come to Hogwarts for a meeting. They should be here sometime tomorrow evening," he responded.

"Professor has Marcus been told?" Juliet asked holding on to the end of the bed for support. She had a sinking feeling in her gut that something was about to happen.

"No. He will be none the wiser until he is called into my office when his parents arrive. And do not worry Miss Malfoy. Your name will not be brought up. He attacked Mr. Wood with no provocation and continues to bully other students as well," he responded gently.

"Professor does that mean he will be playing in the game tomorrow?" Oliver asked.

"Yes, Mr. Wood, it does indeed. We must pretend tomorrow is a normal day, otherwise, he will suspect something. Now, get some rest, all of you. Mr. Malfoy, please return to your dorm. You too, Mr. Potter. Let Miss Malfoy and Mr. Wood get some rest as tomorrow is the first Quidditch match of the season," Dumbledore said opening the door to let them out.

"Goodnight sister," Draco said as he walked past her towards the door.

"Goodnight Juliet, Wood," Harry said following behind Draco.

"Get rest Harry, big game tomorrow," Oliver called with a smile.

"Goodnight Mr. Wood, Miss Malfoy, Dumbledore said as he walked outside and closed the doors.

Juliet remained standing, facing the door in disbelief. Marcus Flint was going to pay for what he had done. As relieved as she was about that, she had a sinking pit in her stomach that something bad was about to happen.

"I see the worry on your face, Juliet. Do not worry everything will work out fine," Oliver said from his bed.

"I have this very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach," she responded, gripping the end of the bed for stability.

"Hey," Oliver said getting up from his bed and crossing to her. He placed his hands one her arms and continued, "Everything is going to be ok. I promise."

"I hope you are right," she said looking him in the eyes. "I truly hope you are right."

THE NEXT MORNING:

The whole school was talking about the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match. As Juliet and Oliver entered the Great Hall, Oliver was going on about Quidditch and Juliet just quietly made remarks in agreement or to show she was listening, other students were They took seats by with the Gryffindor team. Juliet looked at the food around them. She didn't really want to eat but she knew that multiple people in the hall were watching her. So, if she didn't eat, she would more than likely get a lecture from multiple people. She grabbed some toast and a few eggs and potatoes. She was picking at her food and barely paying attention when she heard Ron and Hermione telling Harry to eat, then something about Snape and a three headed dog. She was only paying partial attention, until Hedwig landed on the table with a package for Harry.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"But, I, I never get mail," Harry said.

"Let's open it," Ron said and all three unwrapped the package.

"It's a broomstick," Harry said amazed.

"That's not just a broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000," Ron exclaimed.

"But who?" Harry asked before looking up to the head table to see Hedwig with Professor McGonagall as the rest of the Quidditch teams looked on in disbelief.

Everyone looked on in disbelief for a few moments before Oliver spoke up.

"Team, it is time to head to the locker room," he said standing up. "I will see you at the game?" He asked leaning down to whisper to Juliet. She smiled at him and nodded her head yes.

"Be safe today," he said softly with a smile before giving her back a quick rub and then walking away.

"I do believe, that Oliver Wood has a crush on you," one of the girls nearby said loudly.

"Don't be ridiculous, we are only friends," Juliet responded back, as she glanced to the Slytherin table. The Slytherin team had not yet left and Marcus was staring at her rather angrily.

"Don't worry about him, Juliet. You know everyone in this house will protect you," Hermione said from beside her.

"I am not worried about what will happen while I am on school property, Hermione. Rather, what will happen once I am not," Juliet responded picking at the food on her plate.

"Why don't you stay here or I could ask my parents if you could come stay with me?" Hermione offered.

"That is a kind offer Hermione," Juliet started but was cut off.

"But fortunately, she will be at my house this Christmas," Flint's voice came. "For the Christmas Ball." Juliet flinch and turned to face Flint.

"I was unaware that I would be in attendance," She said looking him in the eyes.

Marcus bent over and grabbed Juliet's arm, "You will be in attendance and you will be by my side all evening. In fact, let us make this interesting. When Slytherin wins today, I will even pick out your dress and you will wear it."

"And should Gryffindor win?" Hermione asked.

"Then she shall wear whatever she chooses," he said with a smirk before whispering in her ear, "Who knows maybe I will steal a kiss or two that night." He released her arm with a laugh and then walked away taking the Slytherin team with him.

The moment he left the Great Hall, the girls around her started talking about how she needed to report him to Professor McGonagall or go straight to the Headmaster.

"I promise. I am alright. I will not let him ruin this day. The worst thing I could do it report him. That would put a damper on the first Quidditch game after all, I don't think the boys would be to happy with me then," she said with a small smile.

"I suppose you are right," Hermione said.

"Come, let us go grab out capes and head to the field. I want to get a good seat," Juliet responded with a soft smile before standing up. "Maybe I will grab and extra blanket, just to be on the safe side.

Later at the Quidditch Match:

The match was going horribly. Slytherin was wining and every time they scored, Marcus would flash her a twisted smile. In the beginning of the match, Madame Hooch had told both teams that she wanted a clean match. That speech obviously wasn't working. Gryffindor was winning at first due to Oliver being able to block all of their attempts to score, but that did not last long as Marcus had taken a beater's bat and aimed a bludger straight for Oliver, knocking him unconscious and off his broom. Juliet wanted to run to him, but Hagrid made her stay. He told her that Dumbledore wanted her to stay at the game should anything happen to Oliver or Harry.

So she stayed in the stands wrapped in her blanket replaying that horrible scene in her head. About half the Gryffindor team was out injured by now and things were looking grim when it seamed that Harry had spotted the snitch. But without warning, Harry's broom started to act strange, almost as if it had been cursed. Juliet watched in horror as Harry's broomstick attempted to throw him off. She was so focused on Harry that she never noticed Hermione had left. But as suddenly as his broomstick had acted up, just as suddenly it was back to normal. Harry pulled himself back up on to his broom and was back to chasing the snitch. After a few minutes and one daring nose dive, Harry was standing on his broom, attempting to reach the snitch. He mist have stepped to close to the end of the handle because he fell off and looked as if he was going to be ill. After a few moments of what seamed like almost choking, Harry spit out the golden snitch and Madame Hooch blew her whistle.

"Gryffindor Wins!" She exclaimed. And they all began to scream. Juliet jumped up and down for joy until she saw the look on Flint's face. She knew in the pit of her stomach that she was going to pay for her reaction; but she honestly didn't care. She continues to celebrate with her house mates until she remembered that Oliver was in the Hospital Wing. She had to go and tell him the good news.

She ran down the stairs from the stands and across the lawn back to the castle. She ran all the way to the Hospital Wing. When she got there, Oliver was sitting up in a bed, drinking some water.

"Oliver!" she exclaimed when she saw him. "We won! Harry caught the snitch!" She ran over and hopped on the side of his bed.

"Easy there Juls. Don't go breaking me," he said with a laugh.

"You don't understand! Marcus tried to tell me that Slytherin was going to win and that when they did, I would have to wear whatever he chose to his family's Christmas Ball, but since they lost, I might be able to get out of it entirely," she said excitedly from her spot on his bed.

"Whoever said you could get out of it?" a cold voice asked.