First off people, I hate this chapter! It hurt to write it, and even though I rewrote, and rewrote it, I still hated it. So yeah. Sorry for its suckyness. Also, I don't own Harry Potter, or Draco. I only own Alison, the sorta plot, and of course, Itazura, well, tally ho! ?And sorry for the shortness.

Alison waved goodbye to Mrs. Weasley when she had left her at the pet shop. Alison was done waving as she entered the store, and was shocked at what she saw. Hundreds of breeds of different animals were barking, meowing, clicking, whistling, hissing, and she could've sworn she had heard a moo. And all the animals were straining against their cages, trying to get to her, and she had to dodge the spontaneous paws of some. She couldn't help but let some of the animals steal at her attention, but although those few did, she passed by in a calm like manner.

She quickly recalled the three types of animals she was allowed to have, and quickly decided on getting a cat. If she wanted a bird, she could just ask Father to send one. And why would anyone want a toad? They were insufferable creatures, very different from frogs, and yet very alike.

She quickly walked over to the cat section, and browsed. All the cats were different, yet the same. Some were fluffy, some were hyper, others had short fur, and were asleep, they were all naïve. A couple had caught her eye, a black and a white one. She had thought about it for a second, before they lunged at each other. She quickly shook her head, and decided to go to the cashier.

There was a teenage boy standing behind the counter, reading a magazine, that was rather, inappropriate, to be in a store which children visit frequently. She stood patiently, waiting for the man, Jason as his name tag suggested, to ask her what she needed help with, and after five minutes she lightly coughed. The boy still did not react. She felt her eyebrow twitch.

She felt something warm on the inside of her right arm, and it took her a second to realize it was her wand. She lifted her arm to try to take it off, and was shocked when instead, a burst off red and orange came out, and when it landed on the magazine, it set it on fire. The boy dropped it, and tried to set it out, before he finally got his drink and poured it on it, officially ruining it. Alison smirked.

Jason had known there was someone waiting at the counter, but he had decided to ignore them. They probably were going to ask him a stupid question, like where the cats were, when they were sitting there, in front of the god danged window. He heard the child lightly coughed, and ignored her some more. Paying attention to his magazine. The witch he was looking at right now was on a broom, and she was – he jumped in shock as his magazine caught on fire.

After taking the fire out, and ruining his magazine, he looked up with a glare, and was shocked to see a smirking child. She smiled and in a cold, bitter voice asked, "Excuse me, but I was wondering, you wouldn't happen to be able to show me where you keep the kneazles[1], can you?" He gulped and stuttered, "U-uh, c-come with m- me." He said. He quickly left from behind the desk and took her to the back.

"Well, um, over to the right are our European kneazles, and to your left are the African ones, two rows and to the left are the Asian ones, and opposite them are the north and south American ones… that's all we have right now…" he gestured to each one as he named them, and he glanced at the child by him. He lightly coughed. She turned her head towards him.

"I think you might be more in tune with one of the Asian ones," he said, and clarified when he saw her narrow her eyes. "It's your decision, it's just that, well, you seem like a pure-blood, and there for, known as a noble[2], or high-ranking…" He trailed off at her look. "You know what, I'll be over here." He said and practically ran.

Alison smiled softly when the guy ran, and quickly looked around. The European kneazles glared at her, and practically told her not to go near them. Alison glanced around, and saw the three African ones, one was asleep, the other glared at her, while the third one sat there, and turned up its nose at her. With a huff, she walked farther in, and looked at the North and south American ones, who would look at her, and then look away, besides one, who looked at her, them glanced across at the Asian ones, then would look at her, and repeat.

She looked at the Asian ones, and rose an eyebrow. Unlike the other ones, these had a noticeable difference, not only in containing, but in looks. While the other ones still had a cat-like body, but they were so fluffy it was hard to tell, while the Asian ones fur was lying flat on them, and short-haired, their muzzles were a bit smaller, and their eyes, although just as wide, were slanted.

Alison walked towards them, and although not touching, looked. There was a brown dappled one from South Korea, a golden one from Mongolia, a black one, from Thailand, and the last one was from Japan.

Its fur was Silver, and had both dark gray, and light grey spots. Its tail was longer than most, and like most kneazles were known for, it had a rather fluffy end. Its ears, were the same shade as its darker spots, and twice the size of a normal cats. But what really caught her eye, was the cats eyes. Green, but not just any green, Emerald green.

Just like Fred, she thought, before realizing, just what her mind was saying, No! Do not think of him! He embarrassed you, and made you fall! But her mind argued, pointing out that he had actually tried to stop her from falling.

She quickly turned back to the cat, to see it staring at her, she slowly reached out a hand, and the creäture, brought its nose forward, and lightly sniffed her. She took her other hand and opened the cage, and the cat hopped into her arms. She looked on the info card that was attached to the cage, and read.

Name: いたずら Pronunciation: Itazura Translation: Mischief

Gender: Female

Age: 1-year-old

About: Found and shipped to England. Special breed.

Alison raised an eyebrow at the special breed part, but smiled when she reread the name. "Itazura…" She said, letting it trail off. The cat meowed, and Alison smiled.

She grabbed the cage and walked up to the boy, and set the cage on the counter loudly, causing the boy to jump. He looked up, gulped, and quickly calculated how much money it would take. "Fifty three galleons, fifteen sickles, and two knuts." Alison raised her eyebrow. The price he had given was actually pretty cheap, seeing as to how Itazura was a kneazle, and a special breed at that. But she kept quiet and paid for her, and bought a bed, food, and some toys to be sent to her house.

With her cat resting on her shoulders, like a scarf, she walked out of the store, and bumped into someone again.

Draco had been walking around, looking for his god-cousin, Alison. He'd been searching for a while, and was getting rather annoyed, and almost snapped at the person he had bumped into, until he realized it was Alison. He quickly grabbed her by her shoulders, or well, tried, only to hear a hiss, and almost get scratched.

"Itazura!" He watched as Alison seemed to scold the cat, no, kneazle, resting on her shoulders. The creäture seemed rather bored, and gave her these big, baby eyes. He watched as his god-cousin seemed to soften, before looking up at him. "Hey Draco."

"Why do you have that?" He asked in a strangled voice. Alison cocked her head to the side with a questioning look. "I bought it." She stated plainly. "But, it's, it's a kneazle!" He said while waving his hand in the creature's direction. The thing growled.

"Actually, she's an Asian Kneazle, Japanese to be more specific, and a special breed at that." She said boredly. He just looked at her wide-eyed, thinking how much the thing must have cost, before remembering that the Phew family had more than three times the money they had, not that they'd ever admit it.

"I don't know if those are allowed in school…" He trailed off, looking at it. Alison shrugged, "I'll still take her, no matter what they may say." At first he thought she was joking before noticing the light in her eyes. The one that said that she was final.

"Do you have everything?" he asked after calming his emotions down. Alison smiled. "Almost everything." She replied, a mischievous smile on her face. "What do you still need." He asked guardedly. She smirked, "For you to buy me some ice cream." He sighed.

Harry had been walking with Ron and Hermione, when Fred and George had pulled them aside to get ice-cream. They had ordered, and were sitting down when the doors opened to reveal an annoyed Draco, followed by a smug Alison.

They all did a double take. Alison was standing, an amused glint in her eyes, with a cat resting on her shoulders, as Draco went and bought two ice-creams, and handed Alison a multicolored muggle one, called supper man.

"Alison?" He called out, and watched as both Alison and Draco turned to look at them. "Crap." They heard her mutter.

[1] XXX - pronounced NEE-zul

This very intelligent cat-like creäture can detect unsavory or suspicious persons very well and will react badly to them. However, if a kneazle takes a liking to a witch or wizard, it makes an excellent pet. The kneazle has spotted fur, large ears, and a lion-like tail.

[2] Noble - 1. distinguished by rank or title. 2. pertaining to persons so distinguished. 3. of, belonging to, or constituting a hereditary

Okay I know most of you know what this means, but I decided to put this here because my friend, who's actually a lot smarter than me, didn't know….

Also, I repeat, I'm sorry for the short sucky chapter... and the almost cliffy...