Now, what I never understood about Jafar wanting to be Sultan via marrying Jasmine is why didn't he simply hypnotize her into loving him? Would have been far easier than getting the Genie and trying to wish it and have her pretend and etc etc. Starts when Jasmine's alone in her room before Aladdin (I cannot put into words my distaste for Aladdin, the character) shows up as the Prince on the magic carpet. Jasmine, Jafar, Aladdin and the rest of them belong to Disney. This is second Aladdin story, and I'm not sure how I'm going with keeping the characters in proper character, so please give me in positive or negative (with a note on how I can improve it) comment in the reviews. Enjoy!

JUST ONE NIGHT

Chapter One

Jasmine rested on her couch on her stomach, her chin on her hand and her other hand dangling over the couch to stroke Rajah on the top of his head. She sighed. Stupid law and stupid men. They actually thought that she wouldn't mind them discussing who she could and could not marry; it had served them right for her to snap at them. She had been slightly impressed that when she had caught them, not one of the three could look her in the eye.

The very thought of marrying Prince Ali…whatever his name was. That pathetic display in the city, it would be like living in a three ring circus being married to him! What did he think he could do – sweep her off her feet and think that she was some hopeless girl who thought Prince Charming would come in at any moment, like in those sweet, sappy Disney movies? Not bloody likely. He was more like Prince Conceited.

'On Jasmine's behalf'. Jasmine rolled her eyes and gave Rajah a scratch. Since when did Jafar even give a thought of sticking up for her, let alone speaking on behalf of her. She had to admit that she was feeling what he had said – Prince Ali definitely was no different than the others, and he would get the same response as the others; a very firm rejection.

Had all the men in the palace completely lost their minds?

Rajah made a protest sound, as if he had read Jasmine's mind. She smiled down at him and rested her hand under his jaw, feeling the fur sweep up between her fingers. 'Oh Rajah, not you. You have never lost your mind.' Content, Rajah was about to put his head back down on the floor when there was a sudden knock at Jasmine's door and both he and Jasmine raised their heads.

'Who's there?' she called out. It was most likely her father, she thought bitterly, probably begging her to at least speak with Prince Ali.

'It is I, Princess.'

'Jafar? What are you doing here?' Jasmine sat up on the couch as Jafar indeed walked into the room and closed the door behind him, coming to a stop some metres away from herself. As she stared up at the man she detested, Jasmine had to remind herself that he had stepped in earlier and told Prince Ali he was no different from the rest, but at the same time, she had not heard the entire conversation and she definitely could not forget that Jafar had ordered the death of the boy from the marketplace.

Though this Prince Ali did much look like the boy from the marketplace. But the boy from the marketplace was far more polite, and seemed to care far more about others.

'Princess?'

Jasmine blinked as she realized that as she had been so far down amongst her thoughts, she had forgotten Jafar was there in the first place. Then her eyes narrowed. 'So what you brings you here, into my chambers, mind you?'

'I apologize.'

Jasmine stared at him. Jafar never apologized for anything. She thought about snapping at him and ordering him out from her room, but her curiosity got the better of her. 'Whatever for?'

'For our behaviour in the throne room today, that you saw. It was not polite of this…Prince Ali boy to come into the palace completely unannounced and I believe him to be just another who does not deserve your hand. However, you are right; you are not a prize to be won and we should not be meddling in your choices – or lack thereof – of future husband.' Jafar could not believe what he had just said, but it was necessary for his plan to succeed.

When she had wondered if the men in the palace had completely lost their minds, she now knew that Jafar had. She studied him. There was not the slightest hint of cruelty or snideness in his face or tone. If she didn't know him, she would have believed that he was being entirely honest and truthful. As it was, Jasmine was slightly believing him, and she tilted her head to the side.

'Why should I believe you?'

Jafar hadn't prepared himself for that question, and could only honestly offer a shrug in response. 'No reason. If I were you, I wouldn't be believing me either.' I'm not believing me, and it's me that's saying it, Jafar thought to himself, impressed, but controlled himself so he would show it.

Jasmine still wasn't convinced. 'And what about the boy in the marketplace? I quite liked him. I liked him more than any of the princes, and that's saying quite a lot. And then you went along and…and…' Shamefully, she felt her voice catch in her throat, and she looked down at Rajah, who nudged her gently at her ankle. She felt the air swirl as Jafar walked over and rested his hands and the head of the couch. Rajah growled softly at him until Jasmine gave Rajah a slight shake of the head and he instantly calmed down, but still watched Jafar with glaring eyes.

'I told you what I truthfully believed, Princess,' he said gently. 'I did think that he had kidnapped you. Someone who kidnaps the Princess should not be let go so easily.' And he wasn't, but if you'd like to go find him, check in the depths of the desert somewhere. You'll find his body and head in one.

Jasmine looked up at him, then looked down at her lap and bit her lip. She could understand how it would've seemed that way. 'I wasn't kidnapped. I left of my own accord.'

A small shudder went through her as she felt Jafar's long, thin hands hold her around her upper arms, his beard against her shoulder, his breath hot in her ear. 'I know.'

She turned in his hands to face him. 'You know?'

'Of course I know.' That was the first ounce of truth that had left Jafar's lips since he'd walked into Jasmine's chambers.

Jasmine stared at him. 'You won't tell my father, will you?'

Her breath hitched in her throat as Jafar stared into her eyes. 'Between us only.'

Okay, this is most definitely getting weird, Jasmine thought as Jafar sat on the couch opposite her, What does he think he's got to gain by being so nice to me?

What makes you think he wants to gain anything?

Don't be stupid! He wouldn't be nice to me simply because he feels like it!

True, but I have my doubts this time…

Jafar watched as Jasmine clearly argued with herself inside. He could tell she wasn't sure whether he was being real or not. Of course he wasn't, but she didn't need to know that. Perfect, he thought to himself, as Jasmine leaned back somewhat comfortably against the back of the couch, looking as if she was believing him.

Well…any reason for which he would be lying he gave quite a believable reasoning for…

'I wish there wasn't this stupid law.' Jasmine blinked. She hadn't expected to say that. She had planned on saying something along the lines of 'well, who would believe would deserve my hand?' but not 'I wish there wasn't this stupid law.'

'Well, when you are married, perhaps you can convince your then husband to change that law.'

Jasmine stared at him. 'What would you do, if you were Sultan?'

Other than take over Agrabah, the Seven Deserts and the world? Not a lot, actually. 'Change that law, for one thing.' Because once I would become Sultan with you as my bride, where would be the need for the law?

Jasmine finally said what she had intended on saying before. 'If you don't believe Prince Ali is worthy of me, who would you say is?'

Jafar smiled, and held his staff between his hands, the head of the staff facing towards Jasmine. 'Certaintly not any of the suitors you've seen.'

She sighed and lowered her head, only for it to be lifted by Jafar's fingers. 'But I only have one day left. What am I supposed to do?' If he's Father's adviser, he can advise me too.

'Don't worry, Princess,' Jafar replied calmly, raising the staff. Unfortunately for Jasmine, at this point she was eye to eye with the staff, as it began to hypnotize. 'Everything will be fine.'

'Everything…will be fine…' Jasmine couldn't see. Colours flashed before her eyes and Jafar's voice echoed inside her head. Yet she felt strangely calm.

'If you marry me, you won't have to worry about finding a suitor. Just love me, it'll be so much easier.'

'Marry you…'

Jafar smiled to himself as Jasmine's eyes darkened. Perfect. He reached forward and rested a hand against her cheek. Jasmine purred softly, closing her eyes.

'So will you marry me, my dear?'

Jasmine opened those incredibly dark eyes and pressed her hand against his own, running her other hand down his jaw and stroking his beard, sitting up and moving her face within inches of his. 'Of course…Sultan.' With that, she pulled him close and kissed him.

After a few moments, Jafar pulled away and looked down at the blue that Jasmine wore. 'Blue is so…angelic,' he said slowly, 'Do you have another colour?'

'Red.'

Jafar smiled coldly, and was pleased when he was met with an equally cool smile from Jasmine. 'Perfect.' In his hands appeared a gold crown and he rested it on top of Jasmine's hair. He stood, walked around the couch and whispered into Jasmine's ear, 'Sleep well, Sultana.'

Jasmine smiled. 'Sleep well, Sultan,' and she watched him leave, closing the doors behind him.

Rising from the couch and walking to her vanity, Jasmine took off the crown and rested it carefully on the dresser, before pulling her hair free from the Princessey crown and blue hairties. Shaking her long hair, she carefully gathered her hair back into a ponytail, now tied with a red hairtie. She changed into another outfit – identical to the one she currently wore, but red – and placed the crown carefully back in her hair. With a cool smile, she made her way back to the couch and lay down on it, stroking Rajah's head.

'Thank god, no more suitors,' she murmured. 'I will make a wonderful sultana, won't I, Rajah?' Rajah gave a purr of contentment and rubbed his head against her hand. 'I knew you would agree.'

'Princess Jasmine?'

Both Jasmine and Rajah raised their heads at the sound of a voice coming from the balcony, beyond the curtains. Rajah growled softly.

'Who's there?' Jasmine called out, unable to clearly see the figure. It definitely wasn't Jafar, as far as she could tell, as this figure was too short and besides, if it were, Jafar would've had to have left the palace and climb the wall up to her balcony within minutes, when he could've just walked back through her bedroom door.

Aladdin, outside in his Prince Ali costume, jumped down from the edge of the balcony to stand properly on it. 'It's me, Prince Ali.' He lowered his voice to sound more royal. 'Ahem – Prince Ali Ababwa.'

Jasmine rolled her eyes and rose from her position on the couch, patting her thigh. 'Come on, Rajah,' she whispered softly, before making her way to the curtains and sticking her head out the parting, speaking coldly to Aladdin, 'I do not want to see you,' before closing the curtains once more.

Aladdin's eyes opened wide at the red harem outfit Jasmine wore, as well as the gold crown, and reached his arm out towards her. 'No, no, please Princess. Give me a chance.'

She watched through the curtains as Rajah ran across the balcony and attempted to attack him. Serves that boy right. Making her way out the curtains to stand halfway out on the balcony, she watched with a smug smile, making no attempt to help Aladdin out. 'Just leave me alone.'

By this point, Aladdin had taken off his turban in a desperate attempt to wave Rajah away. 'Good kitty, take off. Down kitty,' he murmured softly.

Jasmine smirked. 'Rajah, come here.' Obediently, Rajah left Aladdin and came back to Jasmine, sitting down calmly beside her. Kneeling down, she scratched Rajah gently under the chin and nuzzled his fur, before standing again, resting a hand on her hip as she faced Aladdin.

Aladdin stared at her quietly before clearing his throat and managing to speak, 'What are you wearing?'

Jasmine's cold answer stunned him. 'A red harem girl's outfit and a gold crown. What does it look like I'm wearing?'

He flushed. 'I'm sorry, Princess. But why are you wearing that?'

'Because we got tired of the blue, alright?'

Aladdin felt panic rising up inside him. We? 'Who's we?'

So many stupid questions. Why does he care? 'That's none of your concern.' Jasmine advanced on him. 'Look, just go. I don't want to see you and if my suitor catches you here, you will be very sorry.'

It was at this point Aladdin remembered the crown that she wore. 'Your…suitor?'

'That's right. My suitor.' Jasmine sighed inwardly. All princes are pathetic – need everything explained to them in very simple terms. 'It works like this – if I do not chose a suitor by my sixteenth birthday, my father chooses for me. As I quite dislike any suitor that has shown his little conceited face around here – not unlike yourself – I marry the royal vizier.'

Who's the royal…oh, god, no. 'Jafar is your suitor?'

'Well, look who we have here. Sherlock Holmes in all his glory,' Jasmine spat out cruelly. 'Yes, my suitor's Jafar, and there's not a single thing you can do about it.'

As Jasmine approached Aladdin, he realized with a shock that her eyes were far darker than normal, and not because of the light. Is she…hypnotized? 'Jasmine, you're hypnotized! You don't have to marry him!'

Jasmine laughed. 'Oh I know that. But I want to. After all, I love him.'

'You don't love him, either!'

Who on earth is this Prince to tell me who I do and don't love? 'You have no right to be saying such things. I love Jafar and will marry him,' Jasmine leaned in close and pressed her hand flat against Aladdin's chest. 'You will return to your palace and feel much pity for yourself as you did not end up with me as your bride and will not be able to find a suitable princess to marry. I, on the other hand, will marry Jafar, we shall become sultan and queen, and continue to live the high life here in Agrabah.' Jasmine turned away, walking steadily across the balcony, Rajah following her. 'Like I said, I would get out of here before I were you, before Jafar catches you,' she called out over her shoulder.

'Jasmine –'

But it was too late. Jasmine had already walked through the curtains into her chamber, ignoring any protest from Aladdin.

Having no choice, Aladdin fell backwards over the balcony, landing on his back on the magic carpet, which slowly took him down to the ground. He stared up at Jasmine's balcony and beyond that, the moon, which had turned an unusual shade of the grey, and the sky, which had turned an unusual shade of burgundy.

Suddenly four sets of hands grabbed him.

'Hey!' Before Aladdin could say anything else, one of the guards who had grabbed him quickly tied a gag around his mouth. Looking around him, he saw Abu hanging in a net, which in turned was tied to a tree, and another guard was tying the magic carpet in a knot around a second tree.

A shadow suddenly fell over Aladdin, and he looked up to see the person he currently hated most in this world. 'I'm afraid you've worn out your welcome, Prince Abooboo.' He turned and walked away, calling out behind him. 'Make sure he's never found.'

That was all Aladdin remembered before he was hit over the head with a heavy object and blacked out.

TBC