George clasped his brother Ron on the shoulder as he squeezed past him in the crowded shop. It was Ron's first day working with him and he could tell his younger brother was nervous, but he was doing brilliantly with the customers.
"Enjoy your puking pastille's!" George called happily, pocketing the galleons.
The crowds dispersed, the customers leaving with smiles and lighter pockets and empty shelves behind them.
"You got through your first lunch hour rush, congratulations." George praised.
"Thanks, mate. I didn't think it would be this hard, you and Fred had a gift." Ron admitted.
George smiled and sat on the stairs, "that means a lot."
"Have you spoken to Kagome?" Ron asked, remembering how inseparable they were at the Burrow.
"She's started at St. Mungo's, said it might help her heal." George said.
He didn't tell Ron she gave him permission to show up at the apartment whenever he wanted, and he certainly wasn't going to tell Ron about her stumbling in this morning before he opened the shop and covering her with a blanket. He was certain there was some stuff Ron didn't need to know, partners or not.
Ron squished his face as he looked out the front windows, "what's she doing with that git?"
George followed his brother's gaze and his mouth dropped open, Kagome was walking window watching inside one of the shops, next to her was Draco Malfoy.
The look of mild annoyance on her face passed quickly as he started speaking, giving way to a lighter, happy look.
"Bloody hell." George mumbled.