Year One: The Train
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
Ron snorted. Malfoy sneered at him. "Think my name's funny, do you? No point guessing who you are. Red hair, hand-me-down clothes, dumb look on your face – you must be a Weasley."
Ron leapt up in fury. 'Alexandra Potter' yawned.
"I tire from your shenanigans, Drakey. Tell me, do you find my brother attractive?"
Malfoy looked at her like she had simultaneously grown two extra heads and spat a fish at him from each head. "What the hell?"
The girl ran a hand through her hair. "I asked you a question."
He looked disgusted. "What kind of a question is that?"
She grinned, taking a wand from her sleeve. "The one you answered wrong. Avada Kedavra!"
Malfoy and his bodyguards dived to the floor. Ron yelped. Alex laughed. "I don't care what they are going to say at school, this reaction was so worth it."
"You tried to cast a Killing Curse at me!"
"Now, now, Draco," Alex admonished. "I didn't try to cast a Killing Curse on you. Trying implies not giving one's all, and that's not very dignified, is it?" She grinned with entirely too many teeth. "I only pretended to cast a Killing Curse on you. Distinction, Draco, is absolutely crucial in those matters."
Draco Malfoy stared at her in horror. Harry mentally shared the sentiment.
Alex grinned, and changed tracks just as swiftly as before. "Now, Draco, you never answered me. Do you find my brother attractive?"
Both boys gagged.