A/N : OK? this was co-writen with my chum Ever1, though she may choose to deny it. A harmless piece of... fun....
"Here you are, Madam Marsh. Be careful with those teacups."
A bell sounded as the glass door flew open. Fred, behind the counter, looked up.
George came out from the back door, holding a tray of some suspicious-looking items.
"Wot's this, Fred?" the twin whispered.
"It's that git Malfoy," Fred said in an almost awed tone of voice. "He's come to our shop…"
"Blimey," muttered George. He straightened up professionally. "Thank you, Madam, and goodbye."
Draco, the offending client, began half-heartedly browsing through the back section. George scowled darkly as, a moment later, Draco approached the counter.
Draco seemed quite aware of the consternation he was causing. He looked down as he spoke, almost humble.
"How much?" he muttered awkwardly, handing over his purchases.
"Five Galleons, mate," Fred said, as he shoved the items in a paper bag.
Draco began to walk away, but then, suddenly turned back, a red flush on his pale cheeks. "It's raining out there… I don't suppose you could give me something more waterproof?"
"Sneering git," George muttered under his breath.
"Shut up," Fred hissed. He smiled almost kindly at Draco. "Of course we do. George, don't we have some plastic bags in the back?"
Grabbing his twin by the arm, Fred towed the protesting George into the back room, which was dank and dark and smelt of dragon dung.
"Wozzit?" George asked. "Why are you being nice to the buggar?"
"Because by the look of it he's touched in the head," Fred answered heatedly. "Look, can't you just bottle it?"
Grumbling darkly, George made to leave, but Fred grabbed his arm as he passed. He was strangely flushed as he spoke.
"Doesn't matter. You'd better go check with Mundungus about that Doxy venom."
George nodded and disappeared into the back alleyway.
Fred stood for a moment in the darkness before shutting the door behind him and approaching a bewildered Draco. "Here you are," he said softly.
Fred hesitated as he watched Draco put away his purchases.
"Look," he called out, "I don't suppose… Well… I have a free hour, and well…"
Draco stared blankly. Fred's shoulders drooped.
"Oh," he said. "I – I didn't think you'd want to… It doesn't matter."
"Weasley?" Draco said in faint astonishment. "Are you asking me out?"
Fred's ears went red.
"Alright," Draco went on wickedly. "A drink, did you say? I'll take you up on that offer… But you're paying."
Fred blushed.