Warning : This chapter contains a lot of swearing and mutilation. Don't read if you don't like that.

Chapter 4 So, Will You?

Fred and Jasmine were back to the way they had been. The shop was closed and George was out to dinner with friends. Fred and Jasmine were watching a movie, laying on the couch together. Fed had his arms around her, his fingers gliding through her hair. "Hey, Babe?"

"Yeah, Fred?"

"What are your thoughts on gay marriage?"

"I'm all for it. Besides, Draco seems like the type who'd want to get married," Fred laughed and asked. "So, you wanna marry me?"

"What? You serious?"

"Yeah, let's get married. Oh, and this is yours," He said and dug into his pocket. He took her hand and out on a small silver ring. It had a small heart shaped diamond in the middle. And on the band, surrounding the heart, were two small circular diamonds.

"Fred, I...I don't know what to say,"

"Say yes,"

"I need some air," She said and got up. She grabbed her cellphone and went downstairs. Fred sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm so stupid, why did I ask like that?" He muttered. Jasmine went outside and took a deep breath. She walked down the street and called Oliver. "Fred asked me to marry him,"

"What? Are you kidding me?"

"No, he gave me a beautiful ring, though,"

"Cool, what did you say?"

"I told him I need some air. I need a favor, please do this for me. I need you to get some cigarettes and vodka,"

"Babe, I can't do that,"

"Oliver, please, I need it. Fred really freaked me out, this will make I better,"

"Fine, be at my hotel in ten minutes," Jasmine hung up and went over to his hotel.

"Oliver, you're a life saver," She said as he opened the door.

""I don't like this, Jazz. This isn't good for you,"

"I don't care, I want to get so fucked up I can't feel anymore," She said, grabbing a cigarette. She lit it and took a long breath of the tobacco. She sighed. "Fuck, this is good,"

"One pack, and that's it," She ignored him, enjoying the taste of the cigarette.

"Give me a shot," She said and Oliver poured her a shot of vodka. She downed it and slammed the glass down. "Oh, yeah," She said ans smiled. "That's the shit right there," She added.

"Easy on that stuff," Oliver said as she poured out another shot.

"Give me a razorblade,"

"What, why?"

"Oh fine, Accio razorblade," It fell into her hand and she made a long diagonal slash on her wrist. She smiled. "That's right, oh, that feels good," She said as blood flowed down her arm.

"Jazz, stop this!" Oliver wrapped a bandage around her wrist. "Jesus Christ, Jazz. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You wanna know what's wrong with me? I have a fucked up boyfriend who wants to marry me. And I'm not ready for all that shit. And I'm fucking with you, and cheating on him. And I've fucked everything up and my life's gone to hell," She broke down and cried, backing against the wall. Tears fell from her eyes and hit the floor. Oliver wrapped his arms around her and said. "Babe, easy, please stop crying. It's gonna be alright,"

"No, it's not. Everything's gone to hell," She said and threw the shot glass at the wall. She sat down on the floor, her arms covering her head. She took the razorblade and made another slash on her wrist, creating an x.

"Jazz, stop, please,"

"I am so fucked up," She whispered.

"Jazz, you just need to calm down. It's going to be alright," She sobbed into his shirt and he said. "Babe, you'll be ok," He pressed his lips against her cheek and stroked her hair. They shared a cigarette and Jasmine calmed down.

"Lung cancer or not, this stuff's great," She said as she handed it to Oliver. He took a long breath and said. "Yeah, I know," She laid her head against the wall and closed her eyes. He gave her the cigarette and she took one last breath. Her cellphone buzzed, Fred was calling.

"Where are you?"

"Getting fucked up out of my mind,"

"You're drunk!"

"I'm not as think as you drunk I am," She slurring her words.

"Christ, Jazz, where are you?"

"I'm in my happy place,"

"Jazz, please, where are you?" Oliver took the phone from her and said. "Fred, we're at the Dance Revolution Hotel. You need to pick Jazz up, now,"

"Oliver? What the fuck?"

"Please, you need to pick Jazz up, now,"

"Fine, I'll be over in a few," Oliver hung up and said. "Come on, Jazz. Fred will be here soon, we have to get you cleaned up," He washed her wrist and gave her some water to sober up. Fred knocked on the door and Oliver opened up. Fred began to strangle him. "You shit, if you did this to her," He said.

"Let me go, I didn't do anything,"

"Fred, clam down. He didn't do this," Jasmine said in a small voice. Fred went over and hugged her.

"Babe, you're alright," She winced as he crushed her wrist. He held her wrist, looking at the x. "Jesus Christ, Jazz. What the fuck is this?"

"It was an accident,"

"Bullshit, I thought you were done with that crap," He took a deep breath. "And you've been smoking?"

"Just a little bit,"

"And drinking,"

"Only a few shots,"

"Come on, let's get you home,"

"Fred, I need to tell you something. Oliver and I were fucking behind your back. I'm sorry,"

"Let's go home, we'll talk about this later. When you're sober," He dragged her home and sat her down. "There's no point in talking to you now, you're so drunk off your ass. Tomorrow, you're getting chewed out. And this is no longer yours," He said and took the ring off her finger. George came up to Fred and asked. "What's wrong with Jazz?"

"She's drunk, a cheater, a smoker, and a cutter," George shook his head and went back to his room. Jasmine woke up the next morning with a massive hangover. She went into the bathroom and threw up. She sat on the floor, her head laying against the wall. She moaned. "My head," She coughed, every movement caused her pain. Fred came in and yelled. "Oh, do you have a hangover?"

"Yes, now shut up. I have a horrible headache," She said. She glanced at her wrist. "Man, what did I do last night?" Fred got in her face and said. "You smoked and drank. And you cheated on me with Oliver Wood,"

"Oh yeah," She said, trailing off. She threw up again.

"Good, you deserve to feel like shit," He leaned against the doorway, smirking as she moaned in agony.

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

"Yeah, whatever. If you were sorry then you wouldn't have cheated on me," She closed her eyes and whispered. "Fred,"

"What, Jazz? It's over between us, you screwed this up,"

"Fine, I'll go,"

"Good," She got up, stumbling a bit. She packed a suitcase, enchanting it so everything fir into a small duffle bag. She faced Fred before she left.

"What are you waiting for?" He asked. She shook her head and walked away. George grabbed her wrist before she left.

"Jazzy, where are you going?"

"I'm leaving, Fred doesn't want me anymore,"

"But he loves you, you can work this out,"

"No, we can't. Goodbye, George," She hugged him and went out the door.

A/N: Sorry for all the swearing in this chapter, I don't know why there was so much. Any who! Chapter 6 is currently being worked on, should be up soon! 1 week until school (yay...)