Oliver slammed the door to his office, making the twins and Jazz jump. He sat behind his desk, "What in the world did I just walk in on?"
"Jazz turned us into ferrets." the twins said in unison.
"Why Jazz?"
Jazz glared at the twins, "They were eavesdropping on a very private discussion."
"What discussion was that?" Oliver asked. Jazz looked at him pointedly. He understood and turned a surprising shade of red, "Oh, THAT discussion…" He sighed, "Either way, since I am a professor, I'll have to give you three a detention. Be here at eight o'clock sharp."
The trio sighed unhappily, "Yes sir."
The Weasley twins and Jazz served their detention and life went on. Jazz was no longer sore about them listening to her conversation, as long as they promised not to do it again and not to tell anybody. She and Oliver would spend every free time they had together, careful not to be too suspicious. It was close to November when trouble struck again.
Jazz began to get really sick. She couldn't keep anything down and complained of severe abdominal pains. She refused to go to Madam Pomfrey, no matter what her friends threatened. She also refused to tell Oliver, she didn't want to worry him. But Oliver did worry. He noticed when Jazz never showed up at class or meals. And when she did stay with him, she would just lay in bed and sleep or rub her stomach.
"What's going on with Jazz?" he asked his friends, obviously frustrated with the lack of information.
"She's really sick Wood." George said, clearly worried about his friend.
"She can't keep anything down and she complains of ab pain." continued Aly. "Not to mention, she's been sleeping a lot lately."
"But she refuses to go to Pomfrey." Fred added.
"I've had it!" Katie exclaimed. "When we go Christmas shopping over break, I am taking her to the doctor!"
Two days before break, Draco and Jazz both received letters stating that their parents were going on a 'business trip' and would not be home for Christmas. Draco decided he would spend it with Hermione. Jazz was to spend it with Oliver at his cottage. Her last week would be spent at the Burrow.
"Don't forget Jazz," Katie said getting off the train, "I'll be at the cottage tomorrow at eleven."
Jazz waved, "Okay. See you then." She turned to her brother.
"Promise me you'll see a doctor." Draco said worriedly as he hugged her.
She sighed, "I will. Now, don't have too much fun. I'm not ready to be an aunt." Draco rolled his eyes and went to find his girlfriend.
A pair of arms encircled her waist. "Ready?" Oliver whispered. Jazz nodded and leaned into his embrace. The two apperated before the smoke cleared.
The couple appeared with a loud pop in the Scottish country side. Jazz looked at the little cottage in front of her. There were rose bushes surrounding the cottage, with a few daisies here and there. "Oliver," she gasped, "It's so beautiful."
Oliver grabbed her hand, "I knew you'd like it." He took her trunk in his other hand, "Come on, I'll give you the tour." He led her into the cottage. Jazz looked around and
felt…cozy. There was a small kitchen with oven, sink, and fridge. There was a little table with four chairs in the adjoining room; in the living room, there were to sofas and two comfy chairs. Along the walls were pictures of friends and family.
Jazz walked over to a particular picture of the two of them next to the lake, kissing. Next to that picture was one of the two of them with George and Katie. The two girls were on the guys' backs, all four of them were smiling and laughing. "I didn't think you'd keep this pictures." she said, turning to face Oliver.
He shrugged, "I look good in them." Jazz glared. "Just kidding." he said laughing, "I kept them because they held good memories." Jazz smiled. "You hungry?" he asked, realizing it was near supper time.
Jazz nodded, "Yeah."
"Okay." he said, heading to the kitchen.