Mamihlapinatapai

From The Depths⋆｡°✩

Atlas was painting his nails a forest green color that he got from Pansy last Christmas. It was midafternoon, rain drizzling down the window of the train.

"I'm bored," Goyle complained.

"I have an idea," Draco said, sitting up straight. "We can go find Potter and his friends." Crabbe and Goyle smirked, liking Draco's idea. "You coming, Attie?"

Atlas looked up from his nails. "Sure, just give me a second." He finished painting his last three nails.

"Finally! What's got you acting..." Crabbe started.

"So girly," Goyle finished.

"I'd shut up if I were you. One word to Lucius, and, well," Atlas sneered. Lucius wouldn't do anything for him, but they didn't need to know that. Draco stopped walking and Atlas looked up. He realized they had found their compartment.

"Well, look who it is," Draco grinned, opening the door. "Potty and Weasel." Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. "I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley. Did your mother die of shock?"

Ron darted up from his seat. Atlas thought he was going to attack Draco. "Who's that?" Atlas asked, looking at the sleeping man in their compartment. Draco took a step back when he spotted him.

"New professor," Harry answered, getting to his feet too. "What were you saying, Malfoy?"

Draco hesitated. He wasn't stupid enough to pick a fight in front of a professor. "C'mon," He mumbled. He turned and started walking back to their compartment, Crabbe and Goyle following suit. Harry smiled at Atlas, who ignored him and followed Draco. He shook off the sinking feeling in his stomach.

They sat back down in their compartment. Atlas started painting Draco's nails, who requested black. All of a sudden, the train began to slow.

"There's no way we're there yet," Blaise said, looking out the window.

The train came to a sudden stop in the middle of nowhere. Thuds were heard as luggage fell off the rack. The only sound was the rain beating against the windows. Pansy poked her head out of the compartment, looking around. Without warning, the lights went out, leaving them all in an eerie darkness.

"What's happening?" Goyle asked.

"We probably broke down or something," Draco said. "Incompetent conductor."

The windows became foggy, so Blaise wiped one with his sleeve. "I think something is moving out there," He said, squinting.

The glass started to freeze and Atlas shivered as the temperature dropped drastically. He didn't like this, not one bit. The compartment began to feel claustrophobic. He stood up and opened the door to leave, but fell to the floor. He was met with a black cloaked figure that seemed to be floating. It looked down at Atlas and he felt like he could never be happy again. Its rotten decayed hand rose and closed the door, floating away.

"What was that?" Pansy whispered.

"Dementor," Atlas breathed out. He shakily pulled himself up on the seat.

"You okay?" Blaise asked.

"Yeah."

For the rest of the train ride, the Slytherins felt uneasy. They didn't talk very much until they heard murmuring in the corridor. Draco opened the door and looked out.

"What's this about?" He asked another Slytherin.

"Apparently a Dementor made Harry Potter faint."

Draco laughed. "That's bloody hilarious!" he closed the door and sat back down. "I can't believe he fainted!"