Alexandra Dursley {Golden Trio}

Chapter 95 - Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

A little bit of George time in this :)

 "In case you're wondering what the smell is, a mudblood just walked in," Draco said with a sneer. Al ignored him and sat on a waiting chair, flicking through her standard book of spells.

 "Now really! There's no need for that kind of language!" Madame Malkin exclaimed, becoming flustered. "And I won't have wands drawn in my shop!" Al's eyes flicked up to Draco, who was looking directly at her, but with no wand drawn, and then to Ron and Harry, who both had theirs out. Al pulled her own out her bag and stood up, staring stony faced at the git that had nearly got them killed. "Madam, please..."

 From behind a rack of clothes, Narcissa Malfoy walked, and Al pointed her wand instead at her. Assessing the situation, she posed the greater threat, as Al reckoned she could beat Draco in a duel with her eyes closed. "Put those away," Narcissa said coolly, "If you attack my son again, I shall ensure it's the last thing you ever do."

 "Really?" Harry said, his eyes full of hate and wand still poised, "Going to get some Death Eater pals to do us in?" Al snorted as Madame Malkin gasped and Narcissa's attention diverted to her.

 "Miss Dursley, a pleasure to see you again," Narcissa said, and Al gripped her wand more tightly, a stunning spell on the tip of her tongue. "So much potential..."

 "Yeah?" Al said, in a similar tone to Harry's, "Well some people don't like the Cruciatus Curse used on them. Maybe you can give your master a little bit of feedback from me!" Madame Malkin gasped again.

 Narcissa sighed and turned back to Harry. "I see that being Dumbledore's favourite has given you a false sense of security. But Dumbledore won't always be around..."

 Harry looked around mockingly, "Well he's not here now...why don't you have a go? Maybe they can find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband!"

 "How dare you talk to my mother like that, Potter!" Draco spat and Al forced a grin, knowing it would only torment him further.

 "It's alright, Draco," Narcissa said, "I'm sure Potter will be reunited with Sirius before I am with Lucius."

 There was a bang like a gunshot and purple sparks flew from the end of Al's wand. Narcissa jumped and drew her own, but did not fire. "Warning shot," Al snarled threateningly.

 "Ouch!" Draco said as Madame Malkin tried to pull up his left sleeve, "Watch where you're putting those pins! Mother-" he pulled the robes over his head, "I don't think I want these anymore." Al waited until they were gone before she lowered her wand.

 "Hogwarts, please," Al said quietly before standing up and being fitted. She had to wait for Harry, Ron and Hermione too afterwards, so she'd finished the first chapter of her book by the time they were done.

 They left the shop and took their ingredients from Mr and Mrs Weasley, before heading down Diagon Alley. Al needed to pick up some parchment, quills and ink, and some owl treats before they visited Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, but soon they were walking along and trying to find number ninety-six.

 Al saw it before they even reached it, a bright orange shop with purple Ministry posters in the middle. Worrying about You-Know-Who? Al read as they neared the shop, You should be worrying about U-NO-POO, the constipation sensation that's gripping the nation!

 She laughed with Ron and Harry, while Mrs Weasley frowned and looked worried. "That's brilliant!" Al cried, her sides aching.

 "Let's just go inside," Mrs Weasley said, hurrying them in. The shop was full of even more brightly coloured shelves, and the group separated to have a nosy around. Al was looking for George, wandering between the shelves and peering at everything. She had no idea they'd developed so many products in such a short space of time. And the skiving snack boxes that she'd helped sell at Hogwarts were flying off the shelves.

 "Can I 'elp you, Love?" a East-London accent asked from behind her.

 Al turned around and was surprised to see George, with his usual grin on his face . "George!" she half-squealed.

 "So..." he asked in his usual voice as they walked through the shop, "What d'you think?"

 "This is brilliant!" she exclaimed, "You gave your Ma a bit of a fright though, with that poster," she added as an afterthought.

 George held a curtain back for her, and they stepped inside. This room was empty, and far darker, but still had stacked shelves. "Our Defence Against the Dark Arts range," George said happily, "I want you to take a few of these with you..." he began piling Al's arms high with boxes.

 "What for?" she asked over the ever-growing pile.

 "Oh, you know," George said casually, "Just in case. You've got a shield hat, instant darkness powder, decoy detonators..."

 "I can do a shield charm, George," Al said, reassuring him while she put the things back on the shelves.

 "Yeah, but-"

 "But I'll be fine," she said, stepping closer to him. She leaned in and kissed him, and he pushed her up against the wall. Running his fingers through her hair, Al felt a shiver go down her spine.

 "We've just developed this more serious..." Fred's voice said, but trailed off when the curtain was drawn aside. George and Al broke apart, and she looked sheepishly at Fred, who had just walked in with Harry.

 Fred just grinned and smacked George on the shoulder before walking past them into the room, while Harry continued to stare at them. "You two...er...you still going strong?"

 "Yep," George said, and Al smiled.

 "Right, well I'll just be...er...I'll be over here," Harry said, pointing and following after Fred to look at shelves.

 George sighed, "I suppose I ought to get back out there," he said, "But I'm coming to see you off to Hogwarts, and I'll be at the Burrow for Christmas."

 "Oh," Al said, "I was going to be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas..."

 "Oh," George said looking disappointed, "How come?"

 "My parents are going away," she lied. George raised his eyebrows, clearly not believing her. "OK, well, I gave them a memory potion."

 "What?" George said loudly and Harry dropped a box. "Are you insane?" he hissed, "They wont ever remember you."

 "Yeah, that's the point, George," she scolded, "If Voldemort found them..." she trailed off, looking at his uncertain eyes.

 "Alright well if you ever need a place to stay, you're always welcome here," he said, "And I'm sure Mum would have you at the Burrow for Christmas. I'll write to her."

 "If you're sure..." Al said cautiously.

 "Of course, I'm sure!" George said, his face splitting into his usual friendly smile, "Now, I need to get back out there, but it was really nice to see you."

 "You too," Al said, smiling. He gave her a quick kiss and then dashed out after Fred, leaving Al feeling even worse that she was keeping secrets.