Chapter 5 Some Like It Rough

A few days later, the wins were preparing to leave. They had to go pick up a shipment of trick wands. She was staying at the shop, somebody had to stay and look after it. She'd lost at rock, paper, scissors, she so was stuck at the shop.

"See you later, Jazz! We'll probably be back in two hours, since we're gonna get something to eat. Do you want anything?" George yelled. She shook her head and Fred kissed her goodbye. They boys left, leaving the shop quiet. She flipped through a magazine, there was nothing else to do. Nobody was in the shop, the checkbook was balanced, the shelves were are fully stocked, Jasmine was dying of boredom! She glanced out the window, a light drizzle was fogging up the windows. She was now kinda glad she was staying at the shop. The twins must be drenched hauling boxes into a truck that brings them to the shop.

She chewed on the pen she was using for a quiz in the magazine. She sighed and put it down, this day was so boring! She turned on her ipod to the band Lostprophets, the song to Rooftops. She leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. She heard a crash upstairs, the Pygmy Puffs must've gotten lose. Fred had had the brilliant idea of keeping them upstairs in the living room.

"They're not staying upstairs with us!" Jasmine had yelled.

"Oh, come on, Babe. They're cute, and there isn't really any space in the storage room for them," Fred had protested.

"Make room!" Jasmine had yelled back. Jasmine had a grudge (A/N: -shudder- The Grudge, that movie scares the shit out of me...) against them after one had chewed up her favorite pair of sandals. After a long night of arguing, Fred had won. "Fine, but you can sleep on the couch with them!" She'd yelled, slamming the door in his face.

"Fine!" He'd yelled.

"Will you two shut up!" George had yelled. That was one flaw about Jasmine and Fred's relationship. They were both headstrong, stubborn and hated losing. They often got in fights about the stupidest things, both wanting to take control of the other. They of course would make up, but not before hating each other's guts for awhile first. Jasmine and Fred had made up, but she was still a little peeved at him. She climbed up the stairs, cursing Fred on the way up. She was getting ready to open the door when she heard voices.

"Shut up, she'll hear us!" One voice said.

"Why does Voldemort want us to kidnap this girl, anyway?"

"I don't know, he won't tell us," Jasmine gasped and stepped away from the door. "Did you hear something?" Jasmine grabbed her wand and stood poised to hex. "Let's check downstairs," The door opened and Jasmine shot out a stunning curse. "Jesus Christ!" One yelled. There were three Death Eaters, including the one Jasmine had stunned. Jasmine ducked a curse, but ended up falling down the stairs. She moaned as she hit the floor, that one had hurt... The two Death Eaters faced her and smiled evilly. "Come on, let's just kill her now,"

"No, Voldemort said specifically to bring her back alive," The Death Eater sighed and said. "You go and unstun Behling, I'll grab this klutz," The Death grabbed her arm. She pulled away, but he latched on again with new force. They apparated and Jasmine felt a breeze ruffle her hair. She opened her eyes, she was in a dark dungeon. There were weapons and Death eaters everywhere.

"Where am I?" She mumbled.

"Well, well, well," A cold voice said. Voldemort stepped out of the shadows. "Finally, we've tracked you down. Who knew you've been right under our noses the entire time," Jasmine was confused, but glared at him. "Finally, the last piece of my plan is here," He said and laughed evilly. A look of fear crossed Jasmine's eyes as she looked up at him. "It is time,"

A/N: My brain is back! Wohoo! As for the name of the chapter, I don't know where that came from. But, oh well!