Diagon Alley could be confusing if you'd never been there before. Fortunately for me, I'd been going there since I was little, so I knew my way around. Let's see, I didn't need to visit Olivander's because I didn't need a new wand, but I did need new robes and school supplies.

Mum really knew where all the bargains were, and if there weren't bargains, she managed to get the shop keepers to lower their price anyways. Not that money was a problem for us, seeing as we're purebloods, but dad didn't like wasting excess money.

I ended up leaving with five sets of new robes, all my school books and supplies, and a whole bunch of new outfits plus the occasional dress. Dad'll still flip, just not as badly as he would if mum wasn't such a shopping genius. Hopefully I'll inherit the gift. If not, then some poor bloke is going to lose ba lot/b of money from my shopping habits. I have faith in myself though, so I'm not too worried.

The topic of marriage is coming up soon I fear, as I'm starting my seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Draco is also starting his seventh year. We're twins, me being the eldest by three minutes. He hates that, and I make sure to bring it up whenever I can, as long as it fits in with the conversation. It's especially useful when we're having a row, something that happens almost constantly. He really is a huge baby. He'd kill me if I told anyone that though, so I've kept it to myself for seventeen years.

Mum and I flooed home, and I was safe from Draco for a few more hours. Draco barged into my room looking furious. Guess my time safe from him was up.

"Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me that Pansy was here?" He always got so upset over the littlest details.

"So I forgot to mention it. Big deal, and anyway, you'd be sure to do the same thing to me. In fact, you have done the same thing to me, so don't even go there."

Our identical cold blue eyes connected in an icy glare, and because we had identical glares there was no way anyone could tell who was winning the nonexistent contest.

"You still could've told me."

More like warned him.

"Then you wouldn't have come downstairs, and I'd get into trouble and wouldn't have been able to go shopping today."

His glare turned into a scowl, "You and your bloody shopping. Dad should ban you and Mum from leaving the house."

I rolled my eyes, "Well if he does that, then I'll tell Mum about all the girls you shag. You could end up getting one of them pregnant you know, and then you'd be responsible for helping her with the baby."

He gave a cold laugh, "I use protection you dolt. None of them could ever end up pregnant." he drawled ever so slowly, like the huge pompous arse he is.

"Listen here Draco, I'll give you a different scenario. What if one of those girls iwants/i to get pregnant, and they idon't/i use protection. What then?"

"I already told you-"

"What if they're so desperate that they learn a reverse to your protection spell. How about that one?"

It wasn't hard to see that he was coming up short on an answer to my question.

"Like anyone would do that," he muttered back for lack of anything better.

I snickered at him, "You'd be surprised what people would do to get what they want. I'm honestly surprised Pansy hasn't thought of it yet. Maybe I should go suggest it to her."

"Don't you dare!"

I laughed coldly, "Don't worry, I won't. Not yet, at any rate."

I loved messing with him. Sick enjoyment, but enjoyment nonetheless. At least I'm not like my father or the Dark Lord, getting my enjoyment from watching other's suffer from all sorts of tortuous curses. If that were the case, I'd most likely be on my way to becoming a death eater instead of a housewife.

Ugh, imagine if I ended up like iAunt Bellatrix/i God that would be awful. She's lost it from all those years in Azkaban. Absolutely lost it.