A/N: Hi again. I sincerely apologize for this being so overdue. I tried to hurry and write this once the writer's block left, but as soon as I sat down to write it again the block built up again. But alas, I am free! And done with chapter 12. so here you go.
Chapter 12: The Dance
Daphne Burns knew her plan like the back of her manicured hand. She knew what to do, where to do it, and when. She knew very well what could happen if she were caught, and scoffed at the idea of it. She'd gotten a puny little seventh year to help her along, as it happened, the girl had given her the idea. Daphne hurried along down the corridor, thinking of what she was looking for. She found the room, and, after carefully scouting the halls for anyone, she slipped in, closed the door, and locked it tightly before turning around.
"You're late," she said in a very prissy voice. "If I'm to be there on time, you're going to have to hurry."
"Shut it, would you?" Daphne spoke coldly, her eyes turning to slits with how much annoyance was building inside of her. "The juice is ready when you are. Did you get her hair?"
"Yeah," the girl said grudgingly. "God, I have to become her. What does Harry see in her? I mean she's so ugly." She fingered a piece of her black hair that was tightly curled. "He must be blind."
Daphne rolled her eyes as she magicked her normal appearance to take place. Instead of her long brown hair that lay straight and lifeless on her head there was bright chestnut mane of curls that reached her mid back. Her eyes changed from bright chocolate to sparkling silver. "Now, remember," Daphne said, straightening her top, "The Polyjuice potion's only good for an hour, and then you have an hour to be her. Can you get him to leave her alone by then?"
"Yes," the girl yawned, as if bored with the situation. She quickly snapped out of it when an electrical current was sent her way, nearly zapping her. "Dear God in Heaven, what the bloody hell was that for?"
"I want you to pay attention. Now go. We don't have the time to dilly-dally. I said, go!" Daphne barked her orders as the girl scurried out of the room with her robes fluttering behind her.
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A Yule Ball is a big event. That information did not please Jazz at all as after high amounts of butter beer, Jazz, Luna, and Ginny (she'd arrived earlier, seeing as how she couldn't stand presenting herself without her fellow prefects,) looked nothing short of amazing when compared to their normality.
"I cannot believe your brother saw you in that and gave it the old nod," Luna stated with astonishment clearly dripping from her voice as she took in the finished product of Ginny. Ginny stood with her hands on her hips with her hair falling in loose waves onto her shoulders where the thin straps of her light green dress led to the long tight fitting bell like dress.
"Ha-ha," Ginny laughed sarcastically. "Well, he didn't see it. I hope Draco likes it," she added distractedly, twirling a piece of red hair that came uncurled. "Anyway, what do you think Ron will react when he sees you, Luna dear?"
Luna blushed deeply and muttered a quick, "Shut up," with a shy smile before turning back to a mirror to make sure her straight hair and her lipstick wasn't smeared. Her dress was a bright vibrant pink with a softer layer of mesh like a curtain covering it. Ginny and Jazz shared a look of amusement before going over to the mirror themselves to make up check.
"Perfect," both Ginny and Luna spoke in unison pulling away from the mirror with a smile. Jazz gave them a very sarcastic grin and pulled away from the mirror as well. Her dress was probably the one most people would notice: dark, royal purple with silver rhinestones sewn in it in the shapes of roses and lilies. Her hair was not unlike her friends, either, for she had it pulled to one side, all of it in tight stringy curls. When Jazz began to finger a piece of her chestnut mane, Ginny scowled impatiently.
"Heavens, Jazz," she snapped, "Would you calm down? You look more beautiful than me." She finished her statement quietly, sighing as she looked in the mirror again. Finally, she went, not so subtly, "eh-hmm! Earth to the most cocky witch ever, Luna!"
Luna had her arms crossed over her chest, smiling casually. "Of course I'd say she looks better than me, but," she held her hands up in the air, "The guy upstairs let me tell her in another way." She smiled again, resuming her posture, and landed softly in the seat of the giant red sofa chair.
Ginny, as always, had a confused expression placed onto her features as she sank into a seat opposite Luna. "You're strange, you know that?"
"And proud of it," Luna countered, fingering a strand of her own blonde mane. Jazz giggled along with the pair and checked her clock on the whitewashed bedside table. Fifteen minutes of seven. "Well," Luna announced, standing and straightening her dress, "Should we begin our journey toward the stairs?"
"Indeed, we should," Jazz spoke in a faux proper accent, raising her chin high enough for her to be the tallest of the threesome. "Come along. I shall lead the way."
Ginny, now raising her body to be equal in height with the Luna and Jazz groaned indignantly as she followed after her older friends. "Just because she's Head Girl she thinks she can lead the way!" She spoke in playful banter, slipping in between Jazz and Luna and linking each of her arms with theirs.
When they reached the said staircase, the three girls waited in anticipation (A/N:sings old song "Anticipation…Antici-pay-a-tion, is making me" late…or is it wait? I DON'T KNOW:) for Harry and Ron to arrive as well. Not but two minutes passed when Luna gave a gasp of sheer surprise at the sight of the two boys. To her, Ron was indeed the most handsome, with his long red hair falling nicely to the sides of his face and his dress robes, she was pleased to see, were not the hideous maroon draperies he'd worn the last Yule Ball, but nice sleek black robes covering a pair of neat navy blue trousers and a gray striped top.
To Jazz, she had barely noticed Ron was even visible. Harry looked, and Jazz felt heat emit from her cheeks as she even thought it, sexy, with his raven black hair falling carelessly in his face (not like he intended it to be so, of course. It just naturally misbehaved,) his bright green eyes shining even brighter from behind the locks of hair. He also wore black dress robes, with black pants and a dark but vibrant green sweater. "Good evening, ladies," Harry said with a sincerely nervous smile. Jazz returned an equally jittery smile, inclining her head slightly towards Harry and Ron.
" Good evening," Luna, Ginny, and Jazz chanted in unison. For a moment, nobody moved, nor did they say a syllable. Finally, Harry cleared his throat and spoke to Jazz with an expression of awe and happiness.
"You look - " he paused in order to think of an appropriate word, "You look beautiful."
"You don't look too bad yourself," Jazz answered, her eyes twinkling as she gave him a relaxed smile. Harry watched Jazz as she kept her gaze on his face, every so often looking away with a larger grin, and then returning to his eyes once more.
Following example, Ron began to tell Luna she looked lovely, but then caught his gaze on Ginny, and began to boil with anger. "What are you wearing?" he nearly yelled, but instead spoke very loudly.
"Oh this? It's most commonly known as a dress. It's generally for females, but is worn by the occasional cross dresser," Ginny spoke with obvious sarcasm, with which the others couldn't help but laugh with her. Ron, however, just became more agitated. 'As it should be,' Harry heard Ginny think contently. He stifled a laugh as his best male friend balled his fists and began ranting at Ginny, demanding she go and change into something more appropriate. Ginny in return retorted, "Like what? A Nun's outfit? I'll get right on it, after the dance. Right now, I want to go in and see my date. Are you three coming?" Ginny directed the last bit of her statement towards Luna, Harry, and Jazz, who were standing aside, Luna with a very annoyed look on her face while Harry and Jazz were stuffing their hands in their mouths to keep from laughing. They nodded, Luna grabbing hold of Ron's sleeve, and guiding him inside the Great Hall behind the others.
The hall was decorated just like it was during the last Yule Ball. The ceiling was covered in cloudless sky with beautiful stars gleaming above, and the walls were covered with tinsel and wreaths gleaming with fake berries and such. The Christmas tree in the corner was bigger than the last time they saw it, decked out with beautiful ornaments of every color and shape. Jazz gasped at the beautiful sight, suddenly grasping Harry's elbow. Both Harry and Jazz exchanged looks of surprise, but Harry was even further surprised when Jazz didn't let go. Instead of the long tables that regularly seated everyone according to their houses, since it was only those in their fourth year and above attending, surrounding the dancing area where Harry and Jazz would begin the ball were small circular tables with eight chairs surrounding each table. Ginny was still in the lead, and she directed them to a nearby table, placing her robe on an empty chair, for which said chair was saved for Draco Malfoy to sit in later in the evening, as only Ginny and Luna and Jazz knew. Harry and Ron were expecting Neville and someone else to come and sit with them, and quickly found out who the guest of Neville's was. A girl stood next to him, smiling with obvious and sincere giddiness. She was slightly round in the face, but her body was slender and modest. Her dress was also very modest, the color of tulips with a slight flare at the bottom. Her dark brown hair shone in a loose ponytail with small strands falling by her ears. Gorgeous violet eyes were covered with a pair of stylish glasses.
"Hi," Neville said excitedly. "The Hall's beautiful isn't it? This is my friend and escort, Avilia Arbon. Avilia, these are my friends, Jazz ("Hello,"), Harry ("Good evening,"), Luna ("How do you do?"), Ron ("'Ello,"), and his younger sister, Ginny ("Hi!")."
"Come, sit. Your both welcome," Jazz said with a perky smile. She leaned over to Ginny and whispered, "Who is Avilia Arbon?"
"She's in Hufflepuff. She's been my partner in Herbology for a while now," Neville explained to Harry and Ron when said girl left to speak with one of her friends for a moment. "I was so nervous to ask her to the dance. I was certain she'd say no, but then she said she would, and I nearly killed us both in the Herbology quarters, refilling a pot for a Snapping Snort Sack." Both boys congratulated their friend, and turned back to their dates when Avilia returned.
"Ginny," Neville said, finally noticing the empty seat next to her, "Where's your date? You told me you had one already!" Everyone noted a hint of hurt in his voice. Ginny however, rolled her eyes impatiently and waved a hand dismissively as she shifted her eyes to the entrance once more.
"I do," she snapped with a voice that made her sound as if she thought everyone knew. "He's going to be here soon. He's the only reason I actually came."
"That and because Dumbledore said we had to, eh?" Harry corrected her with a sarcastic smile.
"Yeah, yeah," she answered him before sticking her tongue out at him. They all shared some snickers until Professor Burns (Remember? Daphne Burns, DADA teacher) sauntered up to their table and informed them that the Prefects and Head Boy and Girl were to report to the entrance. Harry, Hermione, Luna, Ron, and Ginny all bid adieu to Neville and his date, and crossed the Great Hall to the entrance, where Professor McGonagall stood in a beautiful flowing navy blue gown with bright white stars shining magnificently. Her hair was still gathered in a tight but neat bun on the top of her head, but her face seemed more relax, more festive than the past years.
"We'll wait on the other prefects before I give instructions," was all the students heard from McGonagall, clearly in deep thought. Finally, Draco arrived and put an arm out for Ginny to take, which she did with a giggle and grin. Pansy Parkinson stood close to her date, a tall seventh year with distinctive eyebrows. He wasn't ugly, nor was he handsome, but he seemed to be enjoying himself with Pansy. 'Don't see how,' Jazz added in her mind.
Hufflepuff's Justin Finch-Fletchley and Serena Arthur arrived arm and arm, apparently not realizing they could have had separate dates. Serena glowed with her red dress competing with her smile. Justin just seemed as if he was ready to go to bed, though he rarely looked awake, unless you take into account the time he was petrified or met Gilderoy Lockhart.
Ravenclaw's Terry Boot arrived with none other than Cho Chang, who looked formal, for lack of a better word. Her dress was light blue, and had a bell-like lower half, while her shiny black hair was in curls, making it seem shorter than it was. Her cold gray eyes were complimented with her eye shadow, which turned out to be black and blue. Harry's mouth dropped when he saw her, for she didn't look beautiful, but certainly not hideous. He stood looking at her only for a moment, before he turned his attention back to Jazz with a rolling of his eyes and a cheeky smile to her.
Jazz was worried, though. She didn't want Harry to pretend to like her just because Cho was around. True, she'd have preferred if Cho had been fed to the giant squid out by the lake, but you cant have everything you wish for, now can you? Jazz stood her ground, waiting for instructions while reminding herself that Harry and her were just friends. Friends that would be dancing together all night it seemed.
Finally, Dumbledore ambled over to the group of prefects and spoke with a skip in his voice. "Hello, hello prefects and Heads." Everyone gave light chuckles and returned the salutations. Dumbledore continued to smile and went on, "Well, you all look lovely and handsome. I would like you all to stand across from your partner, girls on one side, boys on the other, please on each side of the doors to greet your classmates. When everyone is seated, you may come and sit at the tables you were before, and will eat your dinner. When the time comes to dance, I would like you two," Dumbledore turned and spoke solely to Jazz and Harry, "to come to the center of the dance floor and begin the ball. Then the fellow prefects will follow suit," Dumbledore announced, turning back to the others. "That all clear? Good. Off you go." Dumbledore then turned around and ambled back to the top of the Great Hall, where all the teachers would be sitting as always.
Following Dumbledore's orders, the girls marched to one side while the boys trudged to the other. Jazz tried her hardest to maneuver herself in between Luna and Ginny, but that would mean that Harry would have to stand by Draco, and she did not want a brawl, so she stood on the other side of Luna, Harry moving to other side of Ron had a very confused expression settled on his cute features. Jazz soon felt she made a mistake however, when she realized Harry stood to the left of Terry Boot. That could only mean one thing, which Jazz didn't find very appealing. She turned her head slowly, unable to believe her bad luck, and saw Cho Chang chatting animatedly with Serena Arthur, who kept smiling and giggling.
"Luna…" Jazz began, but stopped when she saw something very peculiar. Jazz watched as Professor Burns searched the Great Hall for any sign of a professor other than herself before barreling into the room behind the Great Hall. 'What's Professor Burns got to hide?' She had no time to ponder about the incident any longer, as the students came rustling in with joyful faces and beautiful looking outfits.
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The music was blaring loudly, wizard and Muggle music alike. Jazz was enjoying herself for the first time in quite a while. She noticed that Luna and Ginny were having a cheery time as well. Ron and Draco were agreeing on just one thing: they both had mad girlfriends. Luna and Ginny were dragging the two boys onto the dance floor almost every minute, singing along with the tunes even if they didn't know the words. Jazz and Harry were fortunate enough to know that neither one of them could dance properly. Harry would guide Jazz out onto the dance floor every time a slow song came on, but only because the only movements involved were swaying the hips and stepping from side to side.
When everyone had come in, Dumbledore had announced for the students to speak to the plate and tell them what you wanted for dinner, and it'd be up in a jiffy (yes, he said jiffy.) They all enjoyed their diverse dinners, (Jazz, Ginny, and Luna had already decided they would all get the same thing: Roasted Chicken with salad and sauce, while the boys all either fed themselves Mincemeat pies or Turkey legs,) and the delectable desserts.
Finally, the time for the opening dance came, and Harry and Jazz, Luna and Ron, and Draco and Ginny all left their table and stood in the middle of the dance floor. "You nervous?" Harry whispered to Jazz, just before the music was to start.
"A little," she admitted. They gave each other encouraging smiles as they began to dance. Surprisingly enough, Harry wasn't as terrible a dancer as he made himself out to be. "Hey! You were holding out on me!" she exclaimed as they finished the dance.
Harry just laughed and led Jazz back to their table. Jazz caught a glimpse of Cho, dancing along with Terry Boot. She kept staring at Harry for some reason. Jazz moved closer to him protectively, as if he was her boyfriend. "So, what do we do now?" Harry asked Jazz with a furrow of his brow seeing Jazz had moved closer to him.
"Well…I'd say we could dance more but from the expression you keep making towards the dance floor I'd say that's out of the question. I can't say I blame you, either. Not that you can't dance, as you demonstrated otherwise a few moments ago," Jazz said with a mock disgruntled face, "but, you know, it's pretty embarrassing, dancing in front of everyone. I don't mind slow dances, because they're so easy to do, but fast songs? Forget it." Harry chuckled lightly and kept his eyes on Jazz's face, making her feel uneasy. "What?" she asked finally, with a strained smile on her face. "Is there something on my face?" She moved to put a finger on her face to see, but Harry caught her wrist first.
"Nothing's wrong. You look beautiful, that's all." Harry examined her thoughts as he said this. 'He looks nice too. Who are you trying to kid, Jazz? He looks hot! He's gotten that smug smirk on his face now. What's it mean?' "D'you know, I don't think I could have survived the beginning of the year without you, Jazz."
"Please," Jazz scoffed as a slight blush crept onto her already pink cheeks. "It might have been a whole lot better if you hadn't met me, Harry."
"Why d'you say that?" Harry inquired, a frown settling on his lips.
"You wouldn't have had to deal with all my tantrums," Jazz explained, as if it were obvious. "You wouldn't have to be sitting here with me. You could be with your girlfriend, but instead you're with me, and she's with Terry and - "
"What?" Harry interrupted. "Do you mean Cho? No way would she be my girlfriend again! Not after what she did to me this summer. As for sitting here with you, I don't care. I like sitting with you. You're fun to be with. And yeah, I could do without your tantrums, but hey, if the price is right." Harry shrugged his shoulders, with an innocent smile on his lips. Jazz couldn't help but giggle at the last remark, remembering the old Muggle show, "The Price Is Right."
"Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight, lead me, out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance in the moon sparkling…so kiss me…" Jazz heard a girl sing. "Harry," she spoke without knowing what exactly she was about to do, "will you dance with me?"
Harry's mouth opened in an awed sort of way, but he accepted and led Jazz out on the dance floor as the song continued.
Kiss me, down by the broken tree house, swing me, up on its hanging tire, bring, bring, bring your flowered hat, we'll take the trail marked on your father's map, oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight, lead me, out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance in the moon sparkling…so kiss me…
Sixpence None the Richer – Kiss Me
Jazz sighed happily leaning her head on Harry's shoulder. She had never felt this way. She had never danced with a boy that wasn't related to her before. She felt all the different emotions she thought were needed: denial, sadness, anger, and finally, happiness. She knew she'd have to admit her feelings some time, yet she felt the need was not as great as the need to stay where she was, with her head resting on Harry's shoulder, smoothly dancing along with the songs.
The song was on the second chorus before Jazz mustered up the courage, and before she knew it she said it. "Harry…I like you." He kept dancing, but his eyes snapped over to hers in less than a second. She continued, not willing to stop, knowing she'd never finish this if she stopped now. "I've been beginning to like you for a while now. I'm not sure really when. I just know that all of a sudden, I can't stop thinking about you when you aren't around, and when you are, I'm nervous, and jittery and a complete mess. I've never been this way about a guy before. I really like you."
"Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance in the moon sparkling…"
How ironic it must've seemed to Jazz and Harry when Harry leaned in instead of replying and pressing his lips to hers.
"…So kiss me."
The song ended, and as it did, so did the kiss. Jazz sent a questioning gaze from her silver eyes to Harry's gleaming green ones. They both smiled to one another, holding each other's hand as they traveled back to the table. Luna and Ron were there, talking seriously about Quidditch. Harry wrapped his arm around Jazz unsurely, making the girl chuckle lightly and flirtatiously. That was when Luna and Ron finally noticed Harry and Jazz sitting closely holding hands, and occasionally pecking each other on the lips.
"Did we miss something?" Luna asked rudely. She leaned forward over the tabletop watching as her two friends carried on with their canoodling. "Jazz? Hermione Jasmine Granger!"
Finally, Jazz turned away from Harry with an irritated expression. "What?"
"C'mere." Luna grabbed hold of Jazz's arm and yanked her away from the table and near the entrance. "What happened and when?"
Jazz gave a mysterious smile to Luna and spoke softly, "Nothing. Harry and I just kissed on the dance floor after I told him I really liked him." Luna did what Jazz expected, which was give a high-pitched squeal of approval.
"OH MY GOD!" she practically screeched. She whispered the next sentence with great difficulty. "Really? Jazz, I am so happy for you! Do you know how cute of a couple you two make?"
"Thanks, Luna." Jazz and Luna were about to return to the boys when Professor Burns came over to them, speaking hurriedly and apologetically to Jazz.
"Jazz, I am so sorry, but I need to speak with you for a moment. It's quite urgent and I really need this to be between us. Come with me please." Jazz stood helplessly. She couldn't just tell her professor no, but how was she going to explain it to her friends? "Don't worry, I won't keep you," Professor Burns added.
"Yes, of course," Jazz answered her teacher, and turned back to Luna. 'Tell them I'll be back.'
'Yeah, alright.' Luna told Professor Burns good night and excused herself. Jazz took one concluding glance at Harry, Ron, Luna, and the others and followed after Professor Burns.
"Where did Jazz go?" Harry inquired as Luna came stepping lightly against the marble flooring of the Great Hall, finally placing herself between Jazz's empty seat and Ron.
Luna informed Harry that Jazz went off with Professor Burns but would be back hopefully. Just as Luna, Ron, Ginny, Draco, and Avilia and Neville all marched onto the dance floor, Jazz returned, shook hands with Professor Burns, and swept across the floor towards her table once more.
"What did Professor Burns want?" Harry asked as Jazz came back, smiling with what seemed strain.
"Oh, nothing." She said with a bigger smile. Harry and Jazz sat for a few seconds in silence, until Jazz decided she had had enough. "Harry," she whispered, leaning so close to him that her breath tickled his neck, "Can we go somewhere to be alone?" She tapped her fingers on his hand with a grin plastered on her face. She looked unnatural with the grin on her face, but Harry felt for sure there was nothing to worry about. Harry wrote on a napkin with a Muggle pen that he'd gone to the lavatories but instead of heading toward the restrooms, the pair headed towards the staircase that Harry and Jazz met for the evening.
"Where are you taking me?" Jazz asked with a giggle. Harry gave her one of his attractively confused smiles and expressed that they were headed for his dorm. "Oh," she answered him with yet another giggle, "of course."
"Fire-fire-Firebolt," Harry spoke taking in a sharp gasp afterwards from running as he arrived at his portrait hole. Harry noticed Jazz's fingers loosening and tightening around his hand, and he returned the gesture, unsure of its meaning.
They stood in the middle of his room, gazing into each other's eyes. Harry couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that kept enveloping him. Finally, Jazz moved closer to him, placing her small hand on his chest, she gazed at the clock next to her, and leaned close to Harry's ear, whispering barely audibly. "I'm glad you picked me, Harry," and with that, she pressed her lips to his, leaving him feel the lustrous emotion he had never felt with Jazz, but with someone else.
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"Ron, where did Harry go?" Luna inquired to her boyfriend with a frown as the two of them sank into their seats at the table. The Yule Ball had been a success. Everyone from fourth year and up, whether they had achieved dates or not, was having the time of their life. Luna however, kept having the sinking feeling that something wasn't right. Jazz still hadn't returned as far as she knew, and now Harry had disappeared. She glanced back at her boyfriend, with a hopeful thought that maybe he knew where Harry was.
"The note he left says he had to get something from his room," Ron said as he read it. The look of worry did not leave Jazz's features, so Ron reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "Jazz is fine, love. Harry only went to his room. He's gonna be back in a second, alright?"
'It's easier to say it than to believe it,' Luna thought concernedly. She shook her head and outwardly addressed Ron. "You're right. They'll be fine."
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Jazz's head lay limp on her shoulder. The pain that splintered her forehead felt nearly unbearable. Her eyesight was a great blur, not able to firmly outline any one object, and she couldn't shake the sensation that she'd been unconscious. Finally when her eyes focused, the found herself in a small cupboard with many a bucket filled with nothing but dust. 'What in the world…what…why…why am I in here?' Jazz eyed herself from her shoulders down, and after finding nothing that showed any sign of fighting; no bruises, no cuts, just one very dusty dress; she attempted to stand and bumped her head into the ceiling of the cupboard. 'God,' she thought bitterly, 'remind me to always wear sneakers from now on.' With the comforting thought that her shoes were now ruined because of the dust, she moved her head slightly and reached around for a door handle. For five minutes, she preceded to do this until finally her hand rubbed against a round figure, for which she grasped tightly and twisted until the doorknob gave way for a flood of light. 'Now…how the heck do I get back to the dance?' Jazz glanced around for some indication as to where exactly she was. Doors near Jazz reminded her that it was a school, and in order to find the Great Hall she'd have to explore the classrooms. She lifted her dress and basically ran towards the closest doors, yanking hard on its handle to peek inside the room. It was blank, but all she had to do was see a bookcase in the corner covered with dust to know that it was her History of Magic space.
Jazz figured out the way from class to the Great Hall and flew (with great difficulty, I might add) down each flight of stairs to arrive at the Great Hall. She stood in the doorway, trying to glimpse her friends. Finally, she saw Luna sitting at their table, twirling a piece of her hair nervously. She raced over to the table, sank into her seat, and waited for Luna to come out of her trance to say hello.
"OH MY GOD!" Luna yelped as she finally realized a body was sitting next to hers. "God Jazz! Are you all right?"
After laughing too hard for her own good, Jazz took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'll tell you about it later. Where's Harry?"
"He went to his dormitory. Ron says we should just let him be, and that he'll be back soon enough, but I think he's pouting because you left. Maybe you should go and cheer him up, eh?" Luna lifted her eyebrows up and down dramatically with a smirk plastered on her face. Jazz slapped her friend on the arm with a giggle and left the table. As she made her way towards Harry's dormitory, she couldn't believe her luck. She'd gotten a boyfriend, one that was possibly the most adorable, and sweetest guys she'd ever met, and yet she'd also gotten a knock on the head from being stuffed into a cupboard which fact was still plaguing her as to how she was.
Jazz arrived at Harry's portrait hole, thought for a moment, and then turned round and ran towards her portrait hole, called out the password with barely a breath, and rushed inside. She threw herself in front of her mirror to see if everything was as it should be. Surprisingly enough, the dust hadn't messed up the dress at all, nor had it her shoes. Her hair still sat in place on her head, but she decided she looked too dressed up. She therefore tore her hair down and let it fall in tight curls on her shoulders and wiped off the make up covering her face. After feeling more confident with herself, Jazz marched out of her dormitory and strode towards Harry's.
"Firebolt." The door opened silently, and Jazz took on step inside when she heard something.
"I love you, Harry," Jazz heard a voice say. At first she thought she'd gone insane, for the person sounded exactly like her self. She stood back in the shadows, listening to Harry and whoever it was. She watched as the girl leaned in and kissed Harry again. She was amazed at how much passion was behind those kisses. Jazz stepped closer and gasped when she saw whom Harry was kissing.
He'd said he liked Jazz; he'd even kissed her. Jazz was entirely confused with what happened, and utterly disgusted with both him and her self. She'd told him her feelings, and he'd lied about his. 'No way…how could this happen?' Harry heard a gasp and broke the kiss between whom he thought was Jazz and stared at the shadow in the doorway. Jazz stood in there, with tears in her eyes.
" 'I'd never go out with her again,' was that what you said?" Jazz demanded angrily. The tears stung her eyes fiercely as she stood motionless.
"Jazz? What the - " Harry stammered as his sight registered. He gazed at Jazz with a very disoriented look. He glanced to his side, taken aback completely by the sight which he saw next. Her dress was silk, with a light blue coloring. The sight made Harry want to retch, which, as he watched Jazz storm out of the room, he did while yelling "Jazz, wait!"
"Too late," the girl breathed, placing a kiss on her fingers and rubbing them on his cheek, before traipsing out of the room herself.
"God," Harry said, "What have I done?" he asked as he watched her leave the room.
Cho Chang cackled beside herself as she swayed her hips down the corridor. "Mission accomplished."
A/N: FINALLY! I finished the chapter. WEE!
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