A/N: For all of you out there. Enjoy this last chappy until after Christmas. GUESS WHAT! One of my wonderful editors, SJC, finally got herself a screen name and an account. Her profile will come up shortly and so will her story: Don't remember if she told me the title? I read the first half of the first chapter and I enjoyed it. I'll inform you when it comes out. SJCforever wanted me to tell you that we do not copy each other, but if our stories seem similar it's 'cause we're telepathic. We actually are… we always know what the other is thinking and we don't have to say anything in order to know what the other is thinking. Now… I have permission to update Ch. 37, 38, 39, and 40. I just came from SJCforever's and so she edited my chapters.

krillball6- I didn't think you were mad, no. It's just me. Don't feel to bad about Ron, because he really does like her.

Talk to all of you later and don't forget to REVIEW.

"You're late," said Jacqui, as Harry sat down by her at breakfast.

"Guess what we're doing today?" asked Harry.

"Hmm?" asked Ron, through a full mouth.

"All of Gryffindor is having a snow ball fight against Slytherin."

The three sat as though petrified. Jacqueline was the first to speak, "How'd you do that? From what I heard they never agree a match?"

"It took some doing and some teasing, and they finally agreed."

"Does everyone know about this?"

"I think so."

"Ce sera un coup-de-pied," said Jacqueline to herself with a laugh. (trans. This'll be a kick.)

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"Woah," said Ron, as the Gryffindors walked outside. "When Slytherin says they're gonna do something, they do it."

A large ice fort stood outside and a line of about twenty Slytherins stood in front of it. The fort was like a castle and had snake pillars holding up the top platform.

"Well, Gryffindor is not anything less," said Jacqui and waved her wand. A similar ice for appeared with lion ice sculptures and a few small openings in the walls. Twenty Gryffindors filed out in front of it, ready to meet Slytherin. The quartet mounted the staircase that led to the highest level.

"The object of the game is to get rid of the other house's fort," said Harry.

A green spark issued from the Slytherins. They were signaling that they were ready to start. Harry raised his wand and returned the signal. Snowballs flew.

"Slytherin is enjoying coups de pied de nos culs," said Jacqui, conjuring twenty other snowballs.

"What about kicking our arses?" asked Hermione, now familiar with some of the phrases Jacqueline used.

"They're enjoying it too much," said Jacqui. "What the FUUUUUUUUUUCK?"

The fort shook with a tremendous force.

"Oh, now they did it," said Jacqui.

"We're losing," said Harry.

"No, really?" said Ron.

"What they don't have is what we do," said Jacqueline.

"What's that?' asked Harry.

"Uh," gasped Jacqueline, feeling something hit her in the back of her head. She turned around and looked across to the Slytherin fort. There on the top balcony stood Draco with his famous smirk, holding another snowball. "How dare he?" whispered Jacqui.

"Jacqui?"

"Right, we have the knowledge of Muggles."

Quizzical expressions surrounded her. Jacqueline conjured an ice cannon and explained what it was used for.

"FIRE," said Harry and the first large snow ball issued from the cannon. A boom was heard and a scream issued from the Slytherins.

"Yes," said Harry. He looked over at the Slytherin fort. Part of the wall had crumbled and a full battle issued between the two houses. Slytherin soon returned the favor and part of the Gryffindor fort fell.

"Quelqu'un m'obtiennent de dessous ici. J'ai dit que je n'ai pas voulu faire ceci, mais le non, ils ont dû m'apporter ici. Dieu, rien il," said Jacqueline, struggling to free herself from underneath a pile of ice that fell onto her when the wall fell.

(trans. Somebody get me from here. I said that I did not want to do this, but no, they had to bring me here. God, damn it.)

"Quelle mademoiselle de langue. Cela ne suffira pas. Mais, je vous aiderai. Pourquoi pas," said Draco, helping Jacqueline.

(trans. What language Mademoiselle. That won't do. But, I'll help you. Why not.)

"What's the catch?" asked Jacqueline.

"What makes you think that?" asked Draco, smirking.

"Our houses are in a middle of a war…"

"Jacqueline, vous êtes maintenant mon otage." (Trans. Jacqueline, you're now my hostage.)

"You foul, loathsome, little…" began Jacqueline, noticing that she was now located in the Slytherin fort.

"Ah, informed of my third year?" smirked Draco.

A few Slytherins passed looked strangely at the two.

"Monsieur, vous êtes mauvais," said Jacqueline with a laugh. (trans. Monsieur, you are bad."

Draco smirked, conjured a snowball and threw it at Jacqueline.

"Comment... comment... défi vous," gasped Jacqueline. (trans. How… how… dare you.)

In turn she threw a snowball at him. Their fight traveled to the top of the fort. Suddenly, the fort shook and Draco and Jacqueline fell along with the balcony. Draco landed a few feet away from Jacqueline and a pile of ice landed on top of them. It took Draco only a few moments to come out of the shock. He twisted his head to the left with difficulty of the heavy ice pressing down on it. Jacqueline's head was barely visible. She was almost completely buried underneath the ice.

"Jacqueline!" called Draco, but he was drowned out by cheers of the Gryffindors who seemed to have won.

Jacqueline moved softly. "Aidez, ceci ne pourrait pas s'être produit encore. Quelqu'un... aide," she whispered, but Draco heard her. (trans. Help, this could not have happened again. Someone... help.)

"I'm here," said he.

"Draco, help me."

Draco closed his eyes and concentrated. A soft glow issued from him and part of the ice lifted off of them, but it soon returned to its original place. A crowd of Slytherins came around them and tried to help move the ice. But, some of the ice cubes stuck together and it was impossible to move.

"Draco," came Jacqueline, her voice growing weaker. "On three,"

"Save your energy," he ordered.

"One…two… three."

On three, Jacqueline and Draco's magic joined and they were able to lift the whole pile of ice. Draco quickly took Jacqueline and moved them from underneath the ice. It then fell back. Draco stood up and began carrying Jacqueline, who was now unconscious, back to the castle.

"And where do you think you're going with her, ferret?" came Harry's voice.

Draco continued walking and replied, "If you haven't noticed, then I suggest for you to wipe your glasses, she's unconscious."

"Give her to us then, we'll take her to Madam Pomfrey," said Ron.

"No. You don't know what to do. This has happened before and your heads are too thick to help her," snapped Draco and quickened his pace. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed him, now entering the castle. "Whose genius idea was it to bring her out to the cold?"

The trio didn't answer.

Draco groaned inwardly from frustration, "If you would've been considerate and whatever else you Gryffindors are, then you would've known that Jacqueline hates the cold and does not do well with it."

The trio just stared at the Slytherin. Ron then said, "This is not the way to the Hospital Wing."

"About time you noticed and I suggest for you to stop following me."

Harry and Ron were about to protest when Hermione said, "Let him go."

"But Jacqueline?" said Ron.

"Trust me on this," said Hermione, "She'll be fine. Malfoy will look after her."

Draco heard her words and wondered at what made her, well, trust him.

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Draco entered his room and noted how cold it was. He laid Jacqueline onto his bed and pointed his wand at the fire place and a fire started. He then pointed his wand at Jacqueline and her attire changed from the coat to long pajama pants and an oversized shirt. He proceeded to put her underneath the covers. A bowl appeared on the end table and Draco then put a cold compress onto Jacqui's forehead that was already ablaze in a fever. He sat by her side for many hours. Draco then realized that he was still wearing his outdoor garments. He quickly changed into some pants and a green sweater. He checked up on Jacqueline again and to his relief he found that she was in a light sleep with no fever. He sat down behind his desk and began working on homework.