A/N: If you can't look up the definition of "joke," then don't read it. Also, this chapter is deformed.

Chapter Two: Love!

"Okay guys!" Minerva said. "We're gonna have a Yule Ball! Everyone needs a partner and has to go." I was bubbling with excitement. A dress! Nails! Hair! Girlfriends giggling over our dates! OMG dates, who am I gonna take?

I turned to Fred. "Hey Fred, wanna go to the Yule Ball with me?" I asked flirtuously. He blinked, probably because he was stunned someone as gorgeous as me was asking him out. "Uh, no, I'm already going with Angelina," he said. My eyes flashed angrily but beautifully. "Okay, how about you, George?" I asked, since he was cute too. "Nope, I'm going with Nina."

I laughed. "Her? That boring girl? Why are you going with HER?" I flipped my hair back over my shoulder.

"She's my friend," George said, maybe a little coldly. "I'm going with her so we can go and have fun without worrying about romantic feelings."

"Whatever, she's still boring," I said. "She reads about boring stuff."

A boy across from me raised an eyebrow. "About enviromental problems? Poverty? The economy?"

"Yup, THAT boring stuff," I said.

"She reads about real issues," he said.

I narrowed my eyes. "Excuuuuuuuuuse me, but who are YOU?" I crossed my arms.

"My name is Dean Thomas," he said. "And you are?"

"Why don't you already know? I'm Jasmine Ysobella Sinclair-Lestrange."

"I see. Well, Jasmine Ysobella Sinclair-Lestrange, why don't you keep your rude opinions about other people to yourself?"

Hermione, Tori, and I all gasped.

We were getting ready for the Yule Ball. Tori was wearing a slinky red dress and red heels. Lavender wore a puffy pink gown, and Hermione looked flippin' fascinating with a blue-lavender dress and curly hair. Nina wore a turquoise dress which she said was something called "American 50's fashion." I looked absolutely stunning, in a delicately layered white dress that cascaded gently down my fit legs. I wore platform shoes that made my calves look even better, and my amazing figure was totally snugly showed off.

Also, I painted my nails.

Tori was going with Cedric Diggory, who was totally digging her. Lavender was going with Seamus. Hermione was going with Ron, who wanted to be her boyfriend. Nina was going with George, grrr. And I was going with the famous Harry Potter. Nina said she was going double with another couple, Parvati Patil and Dean Thomas. Idk who Parvati is, probably some curry-muncher but apparently she was Nina's friend.

I don't even care about her, hmph.

So we went to the Yule Ball. Harry and I danced all night, and I "accidentally" bumped into Nina and spilled punch all over her dress, the stain which she poofed away with a scowl in my direction. I sweetly stepped on her foot in return when she was dancing with George later. Tori and Cedric began making out halfway through the ball. Harry took me to the courtyard behind a romantic gazebo.

"Jasmine Ysobella Sinclair-Lestrange," he said, "I have something to tell you." My breath hitched. Liek a skirt. "I love you. You're beautiful, amazing, and charming. I want to be your boyfriend!"

I didn;'t hear that though because I saw Nina and George inside the gazebo, so I held up a finger for him to be quiet.

"I had fun tonight," Nina said quietly, looking at George with a smile. He smiled back, looking really cute in his tux. "I'm surprised, really, that Fred didn't follow us out here."

"Fred and Angelina are busy ripping the dance floor to shreds, really, Nina," he said, laughing. I scowled. Look at them, having FUN. "Anyway, Nina..."

"Yes?" she said, taking just a step closer to him. He also took a small step forward, and now their hands were dangerously close to each other. I was becoming madly jealous.

"I...I started out this night thinking that we were just going to be friends on this date," he said. "And really, until tonight, I thought that's what we were."

Nina didn't respond, just looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

"But I felt something when I danced with you; when our hands touched..." he said. Harry poked me and I hit him. "Nina, I..."

Nina smiled at him, and he stopped mid-sentence to lean down and my heart sped up as they kissed.

"No!" I screeched, running into the gazebo. They jumped apart, Nina looking a little guilty. "You whore! How dare you kiss George!"

She blinked and pushed a bit of hair back, blushing all the while. "Whore? How am I a whore for kissing somebody?"

"Because he's MY friend, not yours!"

"I've been friends with George for two years! You've only known him for two days!" Nina said. "Wait...didn't you come here with Harry, anyway? Shouldn't you be worried about him?"

Harry popped up next to me. "I'm here. Jasmine, why are you so worried about George, anyway?" He seemed hurt.

Nina smacked her forehead. "Oh, my god. You like George." She was still blushing. Well, she deserved it, whoring it out in here with George, trying to cover it up as a "sweet moment."

"Shut up Nina, stop bewitching George with your treachorous ways!" I blurted.

Nina's eyes were oddly bright as she took George's hand. "Come on, George, let's go -"

"Don't run away with him, you little b -"

She left though. :(

"Can I kiss you yet?" Harry asked.

"Sure."

We kissed and then I went to bed.