A/N: Yeah, so this is chapter 11. My original story is gettingmessed up at the momentbecause I keep changing things,but hopefully it will be finished soon. Until then, Please do enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 11: Advice and Apologies
"Jazz, just get over it and tell him."
"No!" Jazz cried out. She sat on her plush chair, her head in her hands, leaning against the old worn wooden table. "I won't do it. I can't do it."
"Jazz," Luna repeated, this time sounding quite annoyed. "Stop acting like you are three years old and do it."
"You know," Ginny blurted suddenly. "He may feel the same way about you as you do for him." She paused for a moment before adding, "Did that make sense?"
Both Jazz and Luna gave her puzzled yet amused looks and rolled their eyes. They all sat in library, at the table at the very back where Madame Pince never checked. Jazz and Luna were studying out of the same book for the Potions exam they had, and Ginny was studying her Arithmacy.
Christmas was indeed breathing down all three girls' necks, along with every class's mid term exams. Ginny and Luna were deathly excited over the arrival of the Yule Ball – Jazz was just hoping it wouldn't last very long. Even since her dream, her heart did a skittering beat every time Harry came around her, not that he spoke to her, which was all as well, because if he had, Jazz figured she might explode. And the dream never stopped. She had it every night, only it was a bit different every time. For instance, last night's dream they were at the Yule Ball, dancing, holding one another close…
'Oh, shut up,' Jazz thought to herself, shooing away the memory of last night's dream.
"Excuse me?" Luna said, giving Jazz a hurt look.
"Nothing. I didn't mean you."
"Right," Ginny stated slowly, unsure of what exactly the two of them were talking about. "Anyway, listen. I heard Ron and him chatting the other night. He's really confused about you, you know. Maybe if you told him how you feel, he'd ask you to the Yule Ball. And you'd get the chance to tell him you're sorry!"
"Wow, Gin," Luna said after second, "I never knew you were this smart!"
Jazz laughed, punched Luna on the arm playfully, and watched as Ginny changed her expression to confusion once more. Suddenly she burst, "Oh my goodness! Dr-Draco! He's i-in h-h-here! Hide me!" she slid under the table, pulling her legs close to her body. As Draco approached, Jazz and Luna heard Ginny hiss, "Don't tell him I'm here!"
Luna barely had time to protest before Draco arrived at their table, speaking as if a snake, smooth and silky. "Hello, Mud-blood. Hello Looney. Where's Weasley?"
"Draco, we know you two are going out, and I wouldn't call us those names anymore if I were you," Luna spat at him calmly, though Jazz watched as her hands balled into fists. 'Idiot git,' she thought to Jazz.
Malfoy looked around uncomfortably before saying, "Sorry, Luna. You too, Jazz. Had to make sure anyone near knew I didn't like you. No offense meant, you guys know that. Where's Gin?"
"She's…" Luna started, trailing off when she sited Ron walking in. "RON!" she whispered worriedly. She jumped from the table and scurried off into a section unknown to Jazz or Draco.
"She's in the common room," Jazz lied easily. She was more concerned for Luna at the moment, for she looked like she was on the verge of tears at the sight of Ron. "I'll let her know you wanted to speak with her, will I?"
"I'd appreciate it if you would, mud- I mean Jazz," Draco replied. Jazz narrowed her eyes at him, but nodded her head as signal that he should leave.
As soon as he did, Ginny slowly popped her head above the table and spoke. "He wants to ask me to the dance."
"How do you know?" Jazz inquired, not looking up from her potions book.
"He's tried three times this week," Ginny said exasperatedly, as if Jazz should know this.
"Ah," was all she replied. When she felt Ginny's agitated vibe, she finally looked up and spoke. "What? If he wants to ask you, you should just as well say yes."
"I know that." Ginny exclaimed nervously. "I just...what will Ron do? He told me not to go out with Draco anymore, and if I did, he'd tell Mum." Ginny's bottom lip trembled. "I want to go to the dance with him."
"Then catch him and ask him first." Jazz groaned with exasperation. Ginny looked at her with a question in her light blue innocent eyes, and finally a grin broke out on her youthful face and she sprinted out of the library.
Jazz then leaned backwards on her seat, throwing her quill onto the parchment she'd been writing on. Dear Harry… was all it said, and even then it mocked Jazz with faux affection and apologies. 'I won't do it yet,' she thought. 'I'll wait…until he comes and says he's sorry first.'
"Hullo," a voice spoke into Jazz's ear, making the hairs on her cheek tingle. Her heart skittered and her stomach flopped.
"Harry!" she cried out, knocking two stacks of parchment to the ground as she turned. "Oh man." She slipped out of her chair and onto her knees, her skirt climbing up her tan legs.
"Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you," he told her as he got to his knees and assisted her with picking up the parchment. "I was just coming to tell you, and I went to your dormitory, but then I forgot you never told me the password, so I decided I'd go to the common room, where I was sure I'd run into Ginny and I could ask her where you were, but then I remembered, its you, of course you'll be in the library." Jazz gave Harry a look with her eyebrows raised suspiciously, and Harry added hastily, "Not that you're, you know, a complete bookworm, or anything, but its just that you've spent a great deal of time in here lately, and I figured this was the most likely spot you were in."
Jazz watched Harry shifting his weight on his feet uncomfortably, wondering why on earth he'd be uncomfortable. "What did you want to tell me, Harry?" she questioned, her face scrunching up in confusion at the sight of her messy scrawl about a vengeful-ness draught.
"Well, it's about the dance." Jazz glimpsed up at Harry as a sign to continue, even though she was more focused on finding a certain piece of parchment with her formula for Arithmacy. Harry cleared his throat softly, ruffled his long black hair, and slipped his hands back into his jean pockets before continuing. "Well, Dumbledore just told me something that might be a problem for you. He told me that there's been a change of plans, and he'd like for Head Girl and Boy to attend the dance together."
"Uh-huh," Jazz answered tonelessly, obviously not paying any attention. Finally, however, the information registered in her mind, and she whipped her head away from the parchment, saying, "What?" Harry repeated his news and Jazz let the parchment she'd been holding under the palm of her hand fly out from under it, landing once again on the floor.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, his cheeks turning a pale pink. Jazz's heart fluttered at the sight, but she ignored it, wondering how best to tell Harry she was sorry. The easiest way seemed the most idiotic, "Oh yeah, by the way, I'm sorry about earlier this month." But of course, it was the only was she could say it without making it drawn out or giving her the desire to kiss him.
"Yes, I'm fine." Jazz answered, brushing aside nonexistent stray strands of chestnut hair. "Um, are you sure? That Dumbledore said that, I mean."
"Yeah," Harry answered, a bit defensively, Jazz noted. "Well, I just was going to, you know, ask if you were okay with it."
Jazz was quiet for a moment, before speaking in a soft voice. "I'm fine with it, Harry. Honestly. When, um, do you want to meet up?"
Harry physically seemed to relax, and a warm smile crossed his smooth looking lips. "Well, how about we meet at the first flight of stairs near our dormitories around…"
"Seven?" Jazz offered. She gave him a know it all smirk when she stopped placing her papers and quills back into her bag, watching him shift his weight once more on either foot.
"Yeah," Harry told her, "That'd be good. So I'll see you, um, at dinner?"
"Yep." Jazz stood up with her potions book in hand, her bag filled with parchment, quills, and ink slung over her shoulder. "See you." Harry turned around, beginning to practically run out of the library when Jazz called him back. When he returned, she spoke uncertainly. "I'm sorry about earlier this month, Harry. Really, I am."
"Me too. I guess we were both gits, eh?" Harry cracked a small grin at name calling them, and Jazz shared a similar one with him. "I'll see you later," Harry said, and turned around and paced out of the library, with a glance or two back at her.
"Well, good. Told you that you could do it, didn't I?" Luna mused, walking out from behind a bookshelf where she'd been the entire time.
Jazz, with her hand over her heart, fussed at Luna dramatically, "Don't do that! Gosh, give me a heart attack, why don't you?"
"No thank you." Luna sank back into the seat she was in earlier, watching Jazz with her hazel knowing eyes. "So, you and Harry are going to the dance, eh?"
"Yeah," Jazz answered softly, a bashful smile creeping onto her face. Her cheeks flamed red, and she sat down next to Luna, slouching over the tabletop.
"That's great. Now all we need to do is get your dress robes fixed and test out some of that Muggle stuff you have…what's it called? Mark up?"
Jazz snickered. "It's MAKE up," she corrected her friend. Luna made a face and asked why the name mattered, and Jazz shrugged and suggested they go out of the library to talk, as Madame Pince was watching, her beady hawk eyes narrowed.
"Yule Ball, here we come," Luna chimed as she linked her arm with Jazz's, sauntering down the corridor.
A/N: Flipping Hamburgers!(quote curtesy ofAsh and myself)Chapter 11 is finite!And I apologize for begging for reviews,they just very much brighten my day/night.Thank you, and have a wonderful rest of your day/night.
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