Chapter 3: Relations and Relatives

Draco Malfoy POV

So there I am making fun of Weasel and Potter and next thing I know someone's tackled me to the ground. Of course there I am assuming its Pansy and I yell at the deformed nose girl.

And somewhere above me there's the dreaded reply of, "whose Pansy? That better not be the name of your ho cuz' I sure as hell do not sell myself like some corner bitch," from a disgusted voice that's obviously not high pitched enough to be Pansy. Gods, what is the girl trying to do sell herself like a common street hor, well technically Pansy is one.

Hold on a second I recognize that voice…Okay no more assuming. I've already made an ass out of myself today.

Regular POV

Supporting both their weights and holding the mysterious girl's side so that she wouldn't fall, Draco turned to face her. The first thing he noticed was that he got a face full of soft, flowing, black and silver hair. Then he met the brilliant smiling face of Liandra.

"Hey!" she said her smile brightening that much more.

"Hey," he replied back calmly. Getting up, he looked her up and down, pretending to check her out, he said, "as much as I'd love to have a girl with the same body type of yours on top of me in that compromising position, you're my relative so the answer is no."

"Ugh…nice Drake, nice," she said nose scrunched up.

Draco laughed, a genuine laugh for once, and pulled her into a tight embrace. Liandra's face turned from astonish to perfect smile within a millisecond. She hugged back, showing her pearly whites while Draco for the first time had a perfect look of tranquility set upon his face so that his features appeared to be softened opposed to his normally sculpted expression.

"It's great to see you," he said holding her at arms length, "did you shrink?"

Hitting his arm playfully, "don't be dim-witted bunny (she calls all her friends bunny '), it's just…last summer you were only 5'9'' and I was 5'4''. Now I'm 5'5'' and you're about 6'4'', hey that's not fair," she whined.

"It's okay, let's be big kids about this even though you look like tiny Tim- ouch! That hurt!" he clenched his arm as Liandra pouted and stuck out her tongue.

Someone cleared their throat, in effect breaking the trance the two relatives were in. The pair looked at Harry as the boy-who-lived blushed, both their heads tilted. Ron had a disgusted look on his face, while Hermione was doing her best to refrain from laughing. Crabbe and Goyle were outside punching each other.

"What are you staring at? Potter, Weasley, Mudblood?" Malfoy snapped.

Hey! Watch it! That's cold. And besides its bias and you sound like a bastard," Liandra snapped at him, crossing her arms as she stood right in front of him. Of course she had to look up a lot and that took off some of the 'watch it' attitude but she was Liandra and all honesty most pure blood teens experience some sign of anxiety at the name.

But- I- Oh fine!" he mumbled," he glanced over Liandra, no problem what so ever and said to Hermione with guilt evident in his voice, "sorry."

"Drake, why don't you leave and we catch up later in the common room? Okay?" Liandra asked a soft smile on her face. She knew apologizing took a huge bite out of his ego and she felt sorry she had to force him into apologizing. She should have given him the chance to express regret in his own bizarre way.

"Sure, but make sure they don't breath a word of this," he warned looking at her expectantly. All honest, he had to bend over to look her eye to eye.

"Okay," she exclaimed smiling once again, he's gotten use to her mood swings… somewhat. He rolled his eyes and shook his head like he was about to laugh. He felt her hug him, it was hard to miss, she had to tiptoe so far skywards that most of her weight was on him, well not most, say 30 or so. He took a double take before leaving, "hold on, how do you know you'll be in Slythrin? Never mind tell me later." He waved lightly and exited, closing the door behind him lightly.

Once he left, Liandra turned around and said sternly, "not a word, okay?" the trio was shocked by her ability to be so cold, but two seconds later her speech was followed by a perfect, cute smile.

A/N: sorry about the super short chapter

So Liandra's kinda weird… and a little more. But then again aren't we all kinda weird in our own mental way? I know I am.