A/N: OK sorry that this chapter is late, I realize that there are people who actually like to read something I post, so I am going to post this and get back to work on all the other chapters I've been masterminding (evil laugh turns into sickening cough) but I do hope you enjoy, and I apologize if I don't update very soon, but as I've done before I'll work tirelessly, but only if you PROMISE to review (j/k I will continue unless I get a flamer, then I shall cry and take this story off and try a new one).

Chapter 8: Hogsmeade

"Jazz? Jazz, wake up."

Jazz groaned loudly and opened one bleary silver eye, too overcome with fatigue to see properly with the pair. The dream she'd been having was quite interesting, and perhaps would have been better explained had she actually gotten to finish it. She had been in the east dungeon, where she had been taking Occlumency for the second time, yet in the dream, it was deja voo, since it was the exact same as the first day of it (A/N: did that make sense Haunted Whisper, I expect you to be VERY critical, you will be anyway LOL). She had watched all of her memories reappear across her eyes, and then suddenly, she felt herself being pulled into some other time, in some other place… but right now, all she thought of was the intrusion.

"Jazz," the voice persisted, a very familiar female voice, might we add, "Come on, Jazz, we've to get you ready for today. Get up!" Jazz felt a hand pop her on her rear end, and she instinctually sat up backwards yelling, "HEY!" When Jazz twisted her head around to gripe at the visitor, she found Luna standing next to her, frowning slightly at the sight of Jazz in the morning. She said thoughtfully, "You aren't a morning person, are you?"

"Luna," Jazz groaned again, this time stuffing the feathery pillow on top of her gorgeous chestnut covered head as her upper body slammed forward onto the silver (the house elves change the sheets every night to no matter what the occupier's mood is) sheets, "Please, I really, really, really, want to – wait, what? What am I in need to get ready for, exactly?"

Luna gave an exasperated sigh and sank onto an unoccupied chair, throwing Jazz a look of disgusted awe, "Hogsmeade!" When Jazz's face remained blank, Luna continued, "You know, Hogsmeade? Dean Thomas, handsome fifth year? Date?"

Suddenly, it all rushed back to Jazz's memory, and she began to push herself out of bed. She'd been so busy with classes and the work with them that she hadn't remembered at all about the trip. Occlumency alone was torturing Jazz beyond belief, but at least she had Harry to help her with everything. She had advanced classes in everything, so she'd had far more than most. Jazz was clambering inside her bureau when she realized something. "Hey, where's Harry going to be today?"

"Why do you care?" Luna wanted to know as she distractedly reached for her bag that held an assorted pack of makeup supplies. Luna shrugged silently and said, "I think Ron said he was going to come with us. That, or he was going to the library. Either way, I feel sorry for him. Ever since his last girlfriend, he just hasn't been the same."

Jazz's mind again sent something zinging to the front of the line of memories and she asked, "Why'd he go out with her?"

Luna let out a loud bark of laughter that rang throughout the entire room. "How should I know? Maybe he was looking for somebody who he knew would act like she loved him. Hm, funny thing is, she did that really well. Pretended like she loved him, I mean. Almost had Harry thinking he was in love with her as well." Luna picked up a clear case of eye shadow and shoved into Jazz's face saying, "What do you think about this color?"

'That's really weird, Harry, in love. Huh.' "Its pretty," Jazz answered. She pulled out a soft green shirt with large silver letters on it, supporting the Irish Quidditch team, and a knee length flirty denim skirt with embroidered flowers covering it. "What do you think of this? Too fancy, isn't it?" for an answer, Luna walked over, seized the Quidditch supporting shirt out of Jazz's grasp, and rustled through the bureau until she found what she was looking for, thrusting it into Jazz's hands. Jazz untangled it and saw a red oriental looking top with black mesh sleeves. "OK then. I'll wear this." Jazz walked over to the bathroom and said in a teasing tone, "I'm going to shower now, Queen Bee, if that's alright with you?" (A/N: he-he, I mentioned you, Fair Queen, worship me forever! LOL)

"Oh, what shall I do without my royal servant?" Luna giggled. Luna was straightening a picture of Jackie when Jazz closed and locked the door securely, shutting herself off from the world.

'OK, great; I have a date. Well, all I need to do is shower, whip my wand out to dry my hair, and I'll be done. Hm…Harry…maybe I should see if he wants to tag along…' Half formed thoughts filled Jazz's mind as she dragged herself into her shower, making sure she washed everything at least twice. The dream kept haunting Jazz's thoughts. 'This is the bad thing about being an Oracle,' she thought, 'the stupid aftermath. It's like a hangover, except I expect hangovers actually hurt.'

Jazz, fully dressed with hair to die for, (so to speak, anyway) and sauntered out of the steaming bathroom fifteen minutes later, where not only Luna sat, but Ginny sat too, only she looked miserable.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" Jazz asked, but she knew the answer; it had something to do with Malfoy, she could feel it.

"Well…" Luna began to say, fumbling for words as again she went over and straightened a portrait of a family member of Jazz's. "I've promised not to tell anyone anything, which is big for me, you know, but she still won't tell me what's bothering her. I think it has something to do with her mystery guy." 'Except he isn't a mystery to me,' Jazz thought, forgetting that Luna can hear her thoughts.

"What happened with you and Malfoy, Ginny? Did Ron find out, or something?" Jazz stopped sauntering and pretending to show off and sat down beside Ginny in a black armchair. "C'mon, Gin. Luna already promised not to tell."

Ginny looked at Luna and Jazz, sighed deeply, exhaled, and said, "Malfoy…he said something to Neville…"

"When?"

"Where?"

"Why?"

"Eh, can I get a word in please?" Ginny barked with an unseen edge. Both girls went silent and she cleared her throat as she proceeded. 'I think Malfoy's got himself a match made in heaven, remark wise,' Jazz thought appraisingly. "Remember last week when Neville walked me into the Great Hall at dinner? You know, when Dean asked you out?" 'So she thought so too, huh.'

"Yes." Jazz looked over at Luna who acted as if she hadn't heard what Ginny had said.

"Well, two days afterward, Neville came up to me with a bloody nose, crying. He kept blubbering, on and on, so I zapped him once, and he stopped crying long enough to tell me that Malfoy warned him – yes, warned him – to stay away from me. He told him I was his – as in Malfoy's mind you – girl. Can you believe that? But, oh ho, this isn't the worst of it." Ginny took a deep breath and let her face fall into her hands. "Neville got so spooked that he told Ron about it. At first, Ron didn't understand. He thought it was this great big jest, the big git. But then, oh God but then, it sunk in. Ron hasn't said a word to me since three days ago, he's that peeved at me. And I think he's going to kill Draco."

"Try to, anyway." Luna added unhelpfully. Jazz gave her a warning glare and thought, 'Not helping, Luna.' "Listen, we both know that Ron won't kill anyone. What we do need to worry about is Ron provoking Draco enough that Draco might kill Ron, and I want to keep him around, thanks." Luna stood up, brushing the non -existing lint off of her black trousers and helped Ginny stand. She then turned to Jazz with a semi bright smile and ordered, "Get your make up on, missy. We've got a date to go on."

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Jazz stood in line with Luna and Ginny, nervously patting her already frizz-free chestnut hair down. She didn't remember what Dean said at all. 'Were we going to meet somewhere? Or were we just going to bump into one another and be all, 'Hey, didn't think you'd be here'?' Everything was jumbled inside Jazz's mind, and she knew she had a project to do when she got home; organize her mind. She felt a stab in her back, and knew Ginny was trying to tell her the line was moving. Jazz stepped forward, excitement now starting to bubble, because Luna had been right. This was a date. Jazz's first date, and she was happy to say that she didn't think she could have picked a better candidate for a first date…but then again, maybe she could.

"Hello, Love," a voice said behind Jazz, startling her so badly that she nearly jumped about two feet off of the ground. Jazz blushed deep scarlet on her cheeks when she saw Dean standing there, wearing a smile and a light jacket over his gold shirt and tan pants.

"Hi," Jazz answered shyly. She looked over Dean's quite impressive shoulders to see Ginny and Luna making silly faces at one another, doing false impressions of Jazz's greeting. Luna finally noticed Jazz's gazed and stopped, placing a sheepish "sorry" grin on her lips and grabbing Ginny to stop too. Ginny, who was mid-batting her eye lashes when she caught on, smiled impishly and giggled at Luna. Jazz rolled her eyes and focused back on Dean.

He looked very handsome, from his hair nicely fixed sticking up in the middle as a sort of Mohawk to his Doc Martins laced perfectly on his feet. His smile was that of a baby's, innocent, yet devilish at the same time.

"So, how's your weekend going," Jazz asked, unaware of another topic to break the stinging silence.

"Well, it's better now," Dean smirked as Jazz reddened once more. "Honestly, it is. Ready to go?" He held out an arm and Jazz remembered the way that Harry had done this, but sent away the thought and took Dean's arm, happy she was going on a date.

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At first, the date was going on without a hitch, but Jazz's should have known it wouldn't last. She and Dean went around in the stores of Hogsmeade, ridiculing the outrageous prices for quills and inks that were about as worthless as Muggle sound equipment inside Hogwarts. Jazz realized that Dean was very interesting and fun to be around, even if he was a bit cocky. 'Maybe Ginny and Luna are right; dating is fun as long as you're with someone you like I suppose.' After a while, Jazz declared her thirst for some butter beer and Dean suggested that they go into The Three Broomsticks for a mug.

After they had sat down opposite one another, both clutching satisfying mugs of butter beer, Dean and Jazz sat a spell, discussing things like school, friends, and relationships. Jazz found it amazingly easy to talk to Dean, and discovered that he reminded her very much of… 'Oh no! This is bad, very bad. Bad, bad, bad!'

Jazz was about to ask Dean which Quidditch team was his favorite when a shadow crossed the table of their booth and stayed there. The outline looked very familiar so she wasn't surprised when the shadow's voice said in a husky seductive, "Good to see you this afternoon miss."

Jazz let out a semi agitated sigh, she was on a date after all, (but also because, to her dissatisfactory, she knew the voice was only joking) and whipped her head around so fast her hair hit her in her own beautiful complexioned face. "Harry," she said without a tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," Harry answered with a shrug, as he sank onto the same booth's seat as Jazz, "I was in the library, but I couldn't get any work done at all because Dennis Creevy came in with his camera and started snapping shots at everything in sight for his dad I heard.

'That's great, Harry. Can't you leave yet?' Jazz thought just as Harry's knee brushed against her own. Jazz propped herself up higher on the booth cushion, making both boys say in worry tones, at the same time no less, "Are you alright?" then looking at one another with looks of suspicion. 'Omigosh,' Jazz thought wildly, 'His brushed against mine. It felt really good. Oh dear God.' Dean began talking about what he thought about the newest season of Quidditch and how it was going to be, in his words, "flicking," when Harry's knee hit Jazz's again, but this time it stayed there.

"Well, Harry, um, I can talk to you for a moment? Over there?" Jazz said after she'd had enough. 'I'm on a date, you dork! Leave so I can finish it!' Harry walked over to the bar where Jazz indicated and Jazz whispered, "Is it okay if I tell him to go away? I mean, I won't sound like I'm, you know, a cow or something, right?" Dean laughed and said he'd been thinking of just ditching Harry anyway, but her way was much, better.

So Jazz raced over to the bar, where Harry stood looking very tasty (so to speak) with his arms folded on the countertop. "How's your date going?" He asked innocently, except his face didn't have an ounce of innocence in it; it was covered in a sexy smug smirk that drove Jazz wild. 'He's really cute. God, what am I saying?'

"Um, well, no offense or anything, but it was going much better until you barged in," Jazz huffed. She closed her eyes and then corrected her self more calmly than before, "I mean, we can't really be all flirty while you're sitting there watching us."

"I see," Harry replied. "Well, I'm sorry. I'd better go anyway."

"Why?" 'More importantly, why do I care!'

"I'm, er, meeting someone."

This news hit Jazz like the stack of books she had sitting on her desk. 'He's going on a date?' "Oh? Do I know this 'someone'?"

Harry blushed slightly and mumbled a name, but Jazz didn't hear him, so she asked him to say it again. Harry met Jazz's curious silver gaze with a thought, 'She is so beautiful.' "Um, Cho Chang."

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Annnnnnnnnd ba-boom: Chapter 8 with a cliffhanger. Yep, yep. You don't know (unless you happen to be Queen Bee) how many times I've changed this chapter. I hope you enjoy it because it going to have to last you for a while. YAY I PASSED! REPORTS CAME AND I PASSED! But I still have the last few weeks to go, so cross your fingers and review and I will report back with a semi longer chapter, MK?

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