Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated in any way with: J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter, the Weasleys, the Grangers, the Dursleys, or any other characters, objects, or places of Ms. Rowling's work. Does that cover everything? I also don't own or know Wade Robson, who I only threw into the prologue for fun, and without his consent. Promise I didn't hurt him--he landed real nice. I hope. Anways, I own Tiera and the plot, as you'll be able to tell. If J.K. Rowling owned this story, it'd be much better written. Also, I keep forgetting to mention this, the title of my song (Tiera's song in the story, but written by me) and the chorus of it was inspired by the title of a story in the Dream Street section of ff.net, "Precious Mirage," written by SacredDreams. It's an *awesome* story.

A/N: This is my first HP fan fic. I'm sorry if some or all of the characters are ooc, I need them to be sorta flexible for my plot. I'll try not to make human pretzels of them. I'll also try not to bore you with my really really weird sense of humor. *Please* don't judge my writing by this! I'm a nerd! Lol. I welcome any comments or suggestions, as long as it's constructive or encouraging or whatever. I mean, if it bites, tell me it bites, but I'd really like to know why. I'd appreciate it a ton! 3 y'all!

~*~ Snow White ~*~

P.S.: Sorry if I say "wish" and "wishing" too much in this story. I don't know what to do to replace it! Sorry! If ya have suggestions for a replacement, feel free. It's called the review box--just in case you didn't notice that little button in the corner. You know, the one that says, "Click Here to Submit Review"? At least, I think that's what it says . . . :)

Prologue

"Tiera Kay-Jordan McKenzie! Get your butt outta that bed! Wade's here!"

Tiera groaned and pulled the pillow off of her head. She'd put it there to try to at least muffle the voice of Lucy, her assistant, but to no avail.

"Man, she's got great lungs," she said drowsily as she threw her hair into a messy ponytail.

Then she pulled on some jogging pants and a sports bra--that would be fine to dance in. She'd learned long before that it was senseless to get up early to take a shower and get ready for her rehearsal. All it did was take up her precious time that was meant for the little sleep she got, which made her tired and sluggish--not a good thing for a dancer. Then she had to take another shower when she got home because she was sweaty and gross. There was absolutely no point. So she got used to looking messy in front of her adorable (nevertheless too old for her) choreographer.

"Whoa," Wade said as soon as she stepped into the room.

"What?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

"KJ, were you up all night again?"

Tiera sighed. "Yeah. But hold up on the lecture, Robson. I was in the studio working on the single."

"Again? I thought you already did that." He began walking to meet her in the middle of the room.

"We did," she said as they reached each other. She rolled her eyes. "Apparently it was too childish, so we had to redo it. Something 'sexier' to catch interest."

He rolled his eyes as well and walked behind her. Then he began to massage her neck and shoulders; she was too tense to dance. She sighed, but a second later pulled away and turned to face him.

"I better start stretching."

"Yeah."

He watched as she sat on the floor to begin her stretches. Tiera Kay-Jordan was a great person. But Wade still hadn't gotten her figured out. It took him almost 3 months to get her to let him touch her, and another year and a half to become as close to her as he knew he'd get. About as close as a snow-man to summer. Little did he know, Tiera didn't have herself figured out either.

He sat down by her to continue the conversation. "See? You're a workaholic, KJ. You need to lighten up."

"Lighten up?" she asked, once again raising an eyebrow. "Wade, I love my job. Besides, I've got nothing to do but work. I can't go anywhere, and if I don't work then my mind will wander to things like . . . what my next prank will be--and who'll be my next victim. It's been too long since I pulled something."

Wade laughed. "Yeah, I remember last time. Bet you won't pull anything on Frank for a while. Every time he looked at you his face started turning red, and that little vein in his neck started popping out. I bet he woulda fired you if you'd been an assistant or a copy-girl or something."

Tiera laughed too. "Yeah, probably. But, come on, it was classic. I just can't believe he actually fell for it."

"I can't believe you actually thought of it."

"Well, you know what they say: Great minds think for themselves."

"Sure, KJ. Whatever you say."

"As always."