Ch2

Expia's Cousin

Pansy was in incredibly bad shape, and was unlikely to recover.

"We were trying to help that Weasley girl, but we ran into some Death Eaters – and now" Daphne broke off into sobs.

There wasn't much Expia could say, she'd never liked Pansy. Plus, 'Prissy' Parkinson picked on her younger cousin Atlas. Only 2 years younger to be exact, she was a mere fifth year this year. She wasn't quite sure were Atlas was at the moment. It was a known fact Parkinson picked on almost everyone, trying to hide her own insecurities within herself. Therefore, saving Prissy, was like saving the devil.

"Atlas was with her too, couldn't find her though – Atlas was gone, and that's when Pansy and I went searching" sobbed Daphne.

"Atlas? My cousin" stated Expia bewildred.

This was not good, sure Atlas was the daughter of a blood traitor; and she was told not to associate with her – but she was off somewhere alone.

"I'll set up a few protective perimeters, do not let anyone in! I will be back" stated Expia, then apparating on spot.

Draco continued to walk with Blaise cautiously checking throughout the halls, he spotted a slightly curved thin girl up ahead. Her skin light brown, and hair medium length and silky dark brown.

"Atlas!" shouted Draco, slightly alarming the girl, whom was with Luna Lovegood.

They both turned, and looked toward them.

'God! She is divine!' Draco thought.

Blaise read Draco's mind with ease, and smirked after giving a small chuckle.

"Don't act as if you don't agree" stated Draco.

"I never said that, why not flirt with the fifth year?" replied Blaise, in a low tone...while also being sarcastic, causing Draco to give him a slight glare.

The two then began to make their way towards the two girls, but neither girls drew their wands. They didn't find them fairly threatening.

"Hey" addressed Draco, knowing already that his hair wasn't in the best shape.

"Got in a bit of a scuffle, didn't you" stated Atlas, taking to fixing his hair for him.

Draco did a close mouthed smile at her gesture, and when she lowered her hand – he was disappointed. He adored Atlas' flirtatious touch, she was no twig; but she was well balanced – maybe slightly boney, but he could live with it.

Though when he looked into Atlas' incredibly innocent eyes, he remembered all the things he'd done last year...