A/N: I didn't get my 3 reviews…but that's okay, I'll post anyway. And I would like to inform you that since I am out of school, I will be able to post more often…at least until school starts up again.

A/N: Sorry that this is so short, but you don't really have a lot to go on when you write this kind of chapter.

Chapter 10: The Kiss

The sun was shining down onto the snow with such a sheer happiness that Jazz couldn't help but be infected by it. Christmas was upon her and her fellow classmates, which meant that the Yule Ball was fast approaching. Jazz was still a lone wolf, so to speak, when it came to dates to the event. But at the moment, all she was focused on was getting outside on that nicely covered ground and building a snowman to remind her of Jackie.

So Jazz, deciding she'd never finish her homework with her mind elsewhere, jumped away from her desk and rummaged through her wardrobe to find her winter wear. When she finally was dressed in her long black coat with silver snow flakes sewn on it matched with a thick black woolen cap, Jazz stepped gaily from her room to the outside of the castle, searching for the perfect spot for her snowman.

She spotted a nice clear patch of pure white snow, and skipped over to it, remembering fondly all the times back in America with Jackie having snowball wars with the neighboring family children as Jackie made the balls for ammunition. 'Jeez, we were wild then, weren't we?' Jazz thought to herself. When she reached the area, she found not a clear spot like she'd thought, but it to be occupied by a medium height skinny boy with perfectly handsome features.

"Hey you," she said with a seductive spring in her voice. Jazz, with her stunning silver eyes, watched as the boy bounced off the ground, standing straight, giving him the appearance of being much taller than he really was.

"Hey, yourself." He answered in his own husky voice. 'He has no idea what that voice does to me,' Jazz thought. 'I don't even know what it does to me exactly.' Her heart began to rap wildly against her chest, and her stomach was doing cartwheels and flip-flops inside her body. 'I guess that's what you do to me.' "So what are you doing out here? I figured you'd be inside studying."

"Oh well," Jazz shrugged as she replied, "I couldn't take staring outside at this gorgeous snow and not being able to play in it a moment longer. Plus I've been reading the same sentence for about ten minutes already. I figured I'd had it pretty much memorized." They both laughed awkwardly at the statement, falling into silence once more.

"So, did you have snow back in The States?" Harry wanted to know.

"Where I lived, yes; tons of it. My mom," Jazz felt a sharp pain in her heart as she corrected herself, "Jackie and I used to play out in the snow in our yard for hours. We'd build ten snowmen in one day, then we'd build a wall to surround them, while keeping us safe from Matt and Tai while playing Snow War - "

"Who? What?" Harry inquired, patting a patch of snow for Jazz to sit on.

Jazz explained as she placed her bottom on the snow. "Matthew and Tai. They were my neighbors back in America. And you've never had a snow ball war?" Harry shook his head uncertainly, and Jazz couldn't believe her eyes. "Oh my God. Never?" Again Harry shook his head, this time firmer though. "Jeez. Brits are deprived, aren't they?"

"Hey!" he said mock indignance.

"Sorry." Jazz began to laugh, lying down on the snow. For a moment she just lay there, remembering certain feelings. Then an idea struck her. "Hey," she said as she sat up, brushing snow off of her, "you want to know what a snow ball war is?"

"I don't know - "

Jazz stood up swiftly, grabbing a group of snow and quickly shaping it into a sphere. She then began moving backwards slowly. "Catch me if you can!" at the word "can," Jazz shot the ball of snow out of her hand, sending it soaring toward him. It hit him on the chest squarely, and he just gazed downwards where it had punched him.

"I'll get you!"

For an hour they chased one another, throwing small balls of ice at each other. Jazz giggled as he chased her manically. "Stop! I give up! Please!" she cried in faux terror. The snow was terrible, two feet of icy coldness just waiting to pull you in, and it grabbed onto Jazz's ankles, yanking her closer still to the rough ground. Jazz noticed her hair safely tucked inside her hat was now becoming wild behind her as she ran around, out running him with haste.

"I'll get you yet!" He cried, laughing evilly. 'He's catching up with me!' Jazz thought desperately as she tried to find a spot to hide herself. She stopped and loaded a handful of ice onto her gloves, molding it into the shape of a ball. When she finished, she launched it at him, eyes gleaming and she watched it slam into his cheek.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I thought I'd miss!" Jazz yelled backwards in half-truth, half sarcasm, tearing across the grounds. She turned her head so she could see how close he was, but she lost her footing; landing in a pile of snow soft as pillows.

She was laughing so hard she hadn't realized that he too had fallen next to her, snickering hysterically. "That…" Jazz said, in between laughs, "Is a snow-war."

He found it hard to speak, but finally he gasped, "That…was …awesome! Let's do it again!"

Jazz just giggled a little more as a reply, resting her wrist on her forehead. Her eyes closed, she imagined herself with him, lying in his arms in front of a fire, smiling widely for the world to see. When those silver pools of knowledge opened, they saw a pair of eyes so shockingly beautiful, she gasped. 'Oh…my…God…' was the last thing she thought, because at that moment, she became incapable of thinking anything.

Because at that moment, he leaned down, and kissed her.

Jazz lifted her head lightly, or, at least she tried to. Her head didn't go very far however, because it was yanked back down by the pieces of parchment stuck to her bed and cheek. 'Ew.'

She had a slight case of drooling, so she wiped it away, feeling a drop of cold sweat trail down the side of her face. 'Dear God,' Jazz thought horrified, 'no.' She wanted to do something, anything to make the dream not have happened. Her head fell backwards, landing with a puff of the pillow. Tears of frustration stung Jazz's eyes. "Why did I have to have this dream?" she asked herself. "I don't …I can't…why?"

Hours passed before Jazz finally realized the meaning of her dream. She slowly raised herself away from her bed, sat at her desk, and wrote on two pieces of parchment in messy, hurried scrawl for Luna and Ginny to meet her in her room as soon as they could. She then put them in envelopes. When she returned from the owl barn, she plopped on the bed again. "Oh my God," she blew out of her mouth finally. "I'm in love…with Harry."

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