Entwined

Jazzmyn Explains

Chapter Seven

Jazzmyn Explains

            “Did everyone read pages 22 to 38?” Neville asked his sleepy students, a big smile on his face and huge cat pansy in his arms.

“Yes Professor,” the students said, yawning behind their hands.

“Good, good.” He tried to wipe the smile of his face, but ever since New Years, he couldn’t stop smiling. It was probably because of Jazzmyn.

The weeks had passed in a blur of affection, sweet and heated kissed, laughter and beautiful moments. Every day when they opened their eyes, the saw each other. Of course, no one knew that they slept in the same room together, or that every morning they evaporated back to their rooms. Nobody knew, and it was perfect.

Though, the students obviously knew something was up; rumours flew like the golden snitch through castle, from student to student, until finally, it reached McGonagall’s ears.

“Professor?” a first year tugged on Neville’s smock “I have a letter from the headmaster.”

“Oh, thank you Timmy.” He opened the cream parchment, motioning to his students to continue, and quickly read the black scrawl.

Professor Longbottom,

I wish to speak with you and Ms. Divine tonight in my office at six o’clock sharp. Do not be late,

Professor M. McGonagall

 

 Neville’s insides froze, and he started to wonder if McGonagall knew about him and Jazzmyn. They had been very discreet, and the rumours flying around where spread by the students, and not based on fact. It didn’t help that they were true, though.

He sighed and glanced at his watch “Class dismissed everyone, and a new rule; absolutely no gossiping in the greenhouse.”

~*~*~*~

            Neville and Jazzmyn made their way to the headmaster’s office from opposite sides of the castle, their hands sweaty and stomachs fluttering. They saw each other from the end of the hall, him on one end and she on the other, and ran.

He wrapped her in his arms, put his lips to her hair and closed his eyes. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Jazz, to stay together.”

“Me, too. Anything.”

“I’ll quit my job if I have to; change my name, whatever it takes.”

She looked up at him, tears brimming and caressed his face with her soft fingers. “I love you Neville, nothing can stop me from loving you.”

He smiled “Nothing,”

            The two sat in front of McGonagall, waiting until she finished writing something down. Neville’s knee bounced, and his fingers tapped out an unfamiliar tune, but Jazzmyn was perfectly still.