Chapter 3 Fred Can't Find Out

Fred sighed as him George ran the counter. For three nights he'd asked Jasmine to sleep with him, but every night she'd turned him down. He sighed again and George asked. "Ok, Fred, What's wrong?" Fred blushed and said. "It's kind of personal,"

"Fred, there's nothing that you could say that would gross me out,"

"Jazz won't sleep with me," Fred blurted out. George but back a laugh and asked. "Why?"

"I don't know, every time I ask she turns me down," George held back a laugh. "George, it's not funny!"

"Oh, yes it is," Fred sighed in annoyance and threw down his book in anger. They heard Jasmine shout. "Fred, can you help me carry these boxes outside?"

"Can't you do it yourself?" Fred yelled back in annoyance.

"Sorry, I just wanted some help," She said sarcastically. Fred got up and went to help her. "No, go back to doing nothing. I'm fine, I've got it on my own," She said angrily.

"You asked for help, I'm helping you," Fred said with clenched teeth.

"I don't want help," They shot daggers at each other until Fred said. "Fine," He then stalked off.

"Is this what you guys are like without sex?" George yelled as Fred went upstairs. George shook his head and went to help Jasmine. "So, Jazz, why aren't you and Fred going at it anymore?"

"I don't want to do it every night of the week, he needs to deal,"

"You're bing a bitch to him, too. He's being a jerk, but you're not helping,"

"He really needs to cool it," George sighed and said. "Hopefully this doesn't last long. I hate listening to Fred bitch about it. Why are you turning him down all of a sudden?"

"I don't know," She said quickly. George looked in her eyes and slowly said. "I don't know what's going on, but I intend of finding out,"

"There's nothing going on," George raised his eyebrows and said. "Whatever you say," Jasmine carried the last box outside and said. "I'm going upstairs, yell if you need any help," George nodded and went back behind the counter. Jasmine went upstairs, not bothering to be quiet. Fred moaned and yelled. "Can you keep it down, I'm trying to relax!"

"Sorry your highness. Did you disturb your beauty sleep?" Fred came out of his room and said. "I'm so sick of this crap. Why are you acting like such a bitch?"

"I'm a bitch? You're an asshole!"

"Shut up, just shut up, Jazz! You might as well leave, this all we do anymore!"

"It's your fault we always fight!"

"My fault? You're the one that won't sleep with me!"

"I'm leaving,"

"Fine, go!" Jasmine grabbed her purse and went to leave. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Babe!" He yelled to her back. She flipped him off as she slammed the door. She went outside and called Oliver. "Oliver, let's go fuck," She said as he picked up the phone.

"O...k..,"

"I'll be there in ten minutes,"

"See you soon, Babe," They had angry sex, Jasmine was pissed off. "You're really pissed off," Oliver said as they finished.

"You think?" Jasmine asked sarcastically, putting her shirt on.

"Why are you so mad?"

"Fred and I are fighting again, he's such an asshole," She said picking up one of Oliver's cigarettes. She stuck it in her mouth and looked for a lighter. Oliver took it out of her mouth and said. "No, these aren't for you," She tried grabbing it back and said. "It'll calm me down,"

"Babe, this will kill you. I'm trying to quit, myself," She sighed and gave up. She slipped on her jeans and shoes. "I love you," He said. Jasmine stopped and said. "Shut up. This isn't love, it's just sex," He shrugged and said. "Whatever you say, Babe," Oliver sighed and asked. "Fred would kill you if he found out, wouldn't he?"

"Yeah, he's rip me to shreds. In fourth year, he thought I was cheating with Draco Malfoy and he slapped me. Fred can get so jealous,"

"Then he won't find out, I'd rather not be killed," Jasmine kissed him.

"I'd better go back to that hell hole I call home," She said with a sigh.

"Why not spend a night with me? We've spent all of three hours together," She smiled and said. "Alright, I won't be getting treated well at home anyway," She laid down next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. "I really do love you, " He said. Jasmine sighed and said nothing. Her cellphone buzzed, it said George was calling.

"Where are you?" He yelled as soon as soon as she picked up.

"Out, getting away from Fred,"

"Who is it?" Oliver whispered.

"George, just go back to sleep," Jasmine said too loud.

"Jazz, who are you talking to?"

"Nobody," There was a slight pause.

"You're having an affair," George said.

"No, I'm not," Jasmine said, panicking.

"But with who...," George wondered.

"George, please don't tell Fred," Jasmine said starting to sob.

"Shh, it's alright, Babe," Oliver said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Oliver! Oh my God, you're fucking Oliver Wood!"

"George, don't tell Fred, he'll kill me,"

"I won't but you should," Jasmine sighed. "You think he's mad at you now. Imagine if he knew you were cheating on him," Jasmine glanced at her ankle, seeing the tattoo. She ran her fingers over the words, remembering she'd gotten it before all this.

"Tell him I'm sorry,"

"About what? Fighting, or being a cheating bitch?"

"George, I'm serious. About getting into all those fights,"

"Come home and tell him yourself,"

"Alright, I'll be home soon," She said and hung up the phone.

"That's a no on the sleep over, then?" Oliver asked.

"Sorry," She said and kissed him. "I'll see you later," She said and left. She walked back to the shop and up the stairs. She knocked on Fred's door. "Fred, can we talk?"

"Why? What is there to talk about?"

"I'm sorry, I really am. I love," Fred cut her off with. "Don't even say it, Jazz. Better yet, just shut up," Jasmine backed against the wall and sat down. Tears welled in her eyes, she hated when Fred told her to shut up. The door opened and Fred came out. "Oh, Babe, I'm sorry. Please just stop crying, I can't stand seeing you cry,"

"Fred, I'm so sorry," She whispered.

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything,"

"I'm sorry, " She whispered again. He sat down next to her and said. "Jazzy, I've been a real jerk, lately. I guess I'm sorry," She laid her head against his shoulder. "Are we alright?"

"Yeah, we're alright," She whispered. She sighed and said. "Fred, there's something I need to tell you,"

"Can it wait? I don't want to talk right now. Let's just enjoy the silence," She sighed and he wrapped his arms around her. "Babe, I love you,"

"I know you do," She said and sighed. They spent the whole night like that, sitting on the hard floor. Jasmine saw Oliver again, and Fred still didn't find out.