Chapter 5 Please Come Back Home

Five months later, Jasmine and Fred hadn't spoken at all. Jasmine had gotten a job at the Three Broomsticks as a bartender. It was a busy night, the bar was packed full with people. "Two Butterbeers," A customer ordered. She gave them the drinks and looked at them. "George?"

"Jazz? Oh my God, you wanna see Fred?" Jasmine protested, but he'd already gone to get his twin. "Hey, Jazz," He said as George pushed him forward.

"Fred," She said locking eyes with him, her mouth set in a tight line.

"What have you been up to?"

"Working here,"

"Working? Oh, that's cool," There was a long pause, until it was broken by a customer shouting. "Hey, can I get some service here!"

"Bye," She said and didn't wait for Fred to answer before leaving. Jasmine shook her head, that been unbearable. She finished up the night and cleaned up the bar. She picked up the trash and stuffed it into a bag. She sighed as she opened up the back door, she hated hauling the disgusting trash. She walked into the dark alleyway and looked up at the sky. It was jet black, clouds were starting to roll in. A drop of rain fell on to her forehead. She sighed as she walked to the dumpster. The rain began to pour down. It had come out of nowhere, Jasmine was already soaked. The dumpster cover slammed as she threw the trash in. She dusted off her hands as she closed the dumpster.

"Well, well, well, you're all alone," A cold voice said. The alleyway was dark, she couldn't see who it was.

"Who's there?" She asked shakily. She heard deep breathing and footsteps coming closer.

"Just give me your money and you won't get hurt," She reached into her back pocket, her wand was back in the bar.

"I...I don't have any,"

"Oh, come on, I don't believe that," She began to back up, her heart racing. He stepped forward and grabbed her arm. "You must have something," She jerked from his grip and ran towards the door. The man shot a stunning curse at her, and she dodged it.

"Buddy, you picked the wrong girl to mess with. Two years in the Order fighting bastards like you," She tripped him, but he grabbed her leg and pulled her down. She landed next to him and he grabbed her. "Let go of me!" She yelled.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend!" Someone yelled, shooting a stunning curse. Jasmine ducked and the stunning curse hit the man square on. She slowly got up and he figure ran towards her. "You alright, Jazzy?" They asked. Jasmine blinked back the rain in her eyes, trying to make out the figure.

"Who are you, and how do you know my name?"

"Jazz, it's me, Fred," Jasmine drew in a quick breath and her eyes hardened.

"What are you doing here?"

"You looked like you needed some help,"

"You? Help me? You're the one that kicked me to the curb like yesterday's trash," She said bitterly.

"About all that, I made a mistake, I'm sorry,"

"Fred, do you really expect me to forgive after all that?" Fred locked eyes with her.

"Please, Babe," Tears welled in her eyes.

"Fred, you can't do this. After all we've been through,"

"That's why I want you back, all the good times we've had," He took out his chain necklace. He held it before her and said. "I never took it off," Jasmine averted his eyes. She subconsciously reached for her neck, she'd never taken hers off either. She turned to go back inside when Fred grabbed her wrist. "Please come back home, I need you,"The rain beat down upon them, breaking the silence. She stared into his eyes, he broke the silence with. "I don't care what you've done. All I know is that I love you," He ran his fingers over her wrist. A scar had formed in the shape of an x after she'd cut. She closed her eyes, letting the rain stream down her face. Fred tilted her chin upwards. "How about it?" She flung her arms around him.

"Fred, I've missed you so much," She said, tears mixing with the rain. He held her close, the rain pouring down harder. They kissed, despite the fights and the rain, they were ok.

A/N: Ok, that ending and this chapter sucked, I know! But, I can't help it, I'm running out of ideas again. Damn you school!