Hey I am falling in love with this story. The only thing is it doesn't get good until chapter 2. Bare with me. Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs only to J.K. Rowling. I only own Zya and the plot.

"You never told me you had a sister," Draco said eying Zya. She did look a lot like Blaise but only in the face. Blaise was tall and lean While Zya was short and slightly chubby. Even so they both had the trademark dark blue eyes. Of course Zya was curvier than Blaise in certain places but Draco didn't really care.

"You never asked Dray," Blaise said sitting next to her. "Zya, what were you reading?"

"Why do you want know triple B?" Blaise blushed at his sisters embarrassing nickname.

"I told you not to call me that!"

"Triple B?" Draco asked stifling a laugh. Zya looked up with a smug grin on her face.

"Big brother Blaise, I call him that just because he hates it," she said smiling innocently at her older brother. She turned her attention back to her book.

"Anyway, I want to know because mother told me to make sure what you read is appropriate," he grabbed the book from her hands and held it out of her reach. She pouted and allowed him to read her book. Blaise's eyes slightly widened and he closed the book slowly. He tucked the book into his robes and Zya cowered under his disapproving face. Draco looked on in confusion, so many questions.

"Draco you really shouldn't scrunch your eyebrows. You'll get wrinkles," she said earning a chuckle from Blaise. Draco fixed his face quickly.

"And you wouldn't want that would you Blaisey?" Draco asked innocently whiled running his fingers through his hair. Blaise blushed and Draco knew he had hit a nerve. He knew Blaise loved it when he played with his hair and used it to his advantage. And whiled Blaise was trying to distract him self from Draco's teasing; Zya was trying to keep herself from breathing. She looked away trying to keep herself from; she knew that if she did she would lose control. Calm down, you can do this.

"Zya?" Draco said. Zya did not look up but did answer him.

"What?"

"Where are from? I mean you're obviously not from England." Zya smiled lightly to herself. At least he's observant but I'll have to keep an eye out for him. She looked up slowly and tried to resume a calm façade.

"As much as it pains me to say it, I'm from America." Draco was taken back. Well that explains the accent. He looked to Blaise inquiringly. They had been best friends since they were born and Draco knew of Mrs. Zabini's many lovers. Zya caught the look and realized her mistake. "Oh no Draco, we have the same father I just happened to be born in America. My mother didn't want to be repetitive about where her children grew up so she left me with dad. He died last year so mother sent me out her to be with Blaise."

"Oh Well don't you have to be sorted?

"Yes and I will be sorted with the first years. Although anyone can see I'm Slytherin material," she smirking. Draco grinned smugly.

"Well let's see. You're extremely sarcastic, annoyed with everything and have a superior attitude. The only thing left is being able to make anyone blush." Zya lifted her left eyebrow.

"What do you mean, Blondie?"

"Watch," he said turning his attention to Blaise. He smiled seductively and stretched as if he was sore. He groaned like was in pain and Blaise's cheeks turned a bright shade of red. Draco continued his ministrations until Blaise wondered of his pants were the wrong size. Zya laughed at her brother's reaction but Draco was not laughing. He was, to say the least, annoyed. Yes, he had succeeded in making Blaise blush but that happened all the time. Zya had not blushed and that severely hurt his ego.

"What's wrong? You made him blush."

"But you didn't.

"So?

"So," he said with an evil grin. "I'll just have to try a different method." No girl has ever resisted this he thought to himself. He took his wand out swiftly. "Sectum," he whispered pointing his wand at his finger. A small cut appeared and Draco began to suck his finger seductively. Zya was transfixed but not by Draco. By what he was doing. Sucking his own blood. She fidgeted uncomfortably and tried to look anywhere but up. Oh how she wished she could blush and he would stop. Eventually she could take the scent no longer. After flashing Blaise a pleading face she left the compartment and headed towards the bathroom. Draco was confused by her reaction to his attempt at seduction.

"Sorry mate, she's a little squeamish around blood." Draco understanding about an aversion to blood fixed his finger and proceeded to tell Blaise about his summer holidays.

Zya pushed her way through the crowds. She was desperate to get Draco's scent out of her nose. So preoccupied was she, that she knocked a dark haired boy to the ground accidentally. She noticed that his glasses were at her feet and she handed them to him.

"I'm sorry," she said catching sight of the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"No it was my fault I wasn't looking where I was going," he said standing. "I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"You haven't, I'm transferring from America," she said trying to keep herself under control.

"Well, I'm Harry Potter," he said extending a hand, completely oblivious to her internal battle. She shook his hand hastily.

"Zya Zabini. Harry, will you do me a favor?" Harry almost denied noting the fact that she was related to Blaise Zabini and most likely would be in slytherin. But seeing the distressed look on her face made him give in to his hero complex.

"Sure Zya." Zya smiled as she pulled Harry into a nearby closet. Harry confused and slightly scared, reached for his wand.

"Lumos," he heard her whisper and saw her standing across from him with a crazy gleam in her eye.

"Harry I need your help desperately and helping me with this little problem will help many others, are you willing to assist me?" Harry was confused but hearing that helping Zya would help others convinced him to say…

"Yes,' he said unsurely. The way she was looking at him was unnerving and he wasn't sure he made the right choice. She smiled as she pointed her wand at him.

"Stupefy." Black.