a/n: I published this on another pen name, but had to take it down. Now it's back up and kinda old – but w/e. The more fanfic to read the better!

Part I – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall…

"Bloody fucking great," growled Draco Malfoy as he stormed down into the dungeons to his house common room. He had just received a week's worth of detention after getting in a fight with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley outside of the charms room that had left him crumpled, in a heap, on the floor. Hermione Granger, their best female friend and girlfriend, and Weasley had been having a private moment after class when Draco had said, "Oh look, it's pot-head, weasel and the mudblood. Tell me, Weasley, has Granger put out yet? I heard from Krum that she can give a good shag."

In a split second Weasley had knocked him to the ground with the full weight of his body. Draco thought he had broken some ribs...as well as dislocated a few vertebrate. Being rammed into by a six foot three quidditch keeper was not what one would call getting off easy. And Draco got off very far from easy.  Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, his big thug-like "friends", attacked Weasley, dragging him off Draco but were each in turn kneed in the crotch by Hermione.  Draco's hand was an inch away from his wand when he was suddenly thrown against the stone wall as Potter yelled, "Expelliarmus!" his wand arm outstretched and green eyes blazing.

"Boys, boys, what's going on!?!?" cried little Professor Flitwick, the charms teacher, as he broke through the circle of watching students. He took in the scene: Hermione performing a spell to stop Weasley's profusely bleeding nose; Crabbe and Goyle doubled up, whimpering on the floor; Potter positively boiling with rage opposite Draco who was sliding down off the wall.

"What happened?" asked Flitwick somewhat shakily. In the confused din that followed he was able to discern two things: One was that Ron attacked Draco. The second was that Draco had called Hermione a mudblood and said several other…indecent things. So Draco, Weasley, Potter, Crabbe, Goyle and Hermione had all gotten detention, Draco and Weasley receiving the most for starting the fight. Flitwick had consulted their heads of house and shook his head saying, "Really. Quite inappropriate."

Draco walked briskly but tried not to look too hurried, it wasn't his style. He had to drop his books off before going to dinner, after which he had to be in the entryway for detention with Weasley. Crabbe and Goyle had disappeared while Draco was getting his "special" detention. 'Most likely off to the kitchens for a pre-dinner snack,' he mused.

Draco snapped the password at the entrance to the Slytherin common room and stepped quickly inside. He made a bee-line towards the boys' dormitory and went straight up to the sixth year room, hoping to avoid having to talk to anyone. Luckily, Blaise Zabini, another Slytherin boy in his year, wasn't in, and Draco dropped his books on the foot of his bed. He turned to the full-length mirror on the wall and glared at his reflection.

He had a pointed face and pale skin, although it was looking slightly less pale than usual. The cold and "excitement" of that afternoon had brought some blood to his cheeks and left him a little flushed. His lean quidditch muscles didn't really show from under his cloak, and most of his clothes hung some what baggily on his slim frame.

"Why do girls like big muscles anyway?" Draco spat at the mirror. "I bet Hermione Granger only dates Weasley for that anyway..."

Draco's eyes drifted to the mirror's ornate silver frame which wove beautifully around its edges. He realized that the mirror was quite tall for a "full-length" mirror, and at five feet and eleven inches Draco came to about two thirds its height. And as Draco peered closer it seemed as if there were shadowy imperfections in the glass that seemed to resemble…eyes?

"Draco, dear," a voice from the mirror seemed to say in a slow, tired voice. Draco jumped back.

"Uh..er..yes?" he managed to stutter. The eyes, surfacing out of the glass, gazed pointedly at Draco.

"Listen to your heart…"

He had been here how long? Starting his sixth year…and he had never heard a single word from the mirror before.  Regaining himself Draco put on his best sneer and said, "What the hell are you talking about? And what would a piece of glass on a wall know about stuff like that?"

"Love is blind, Draco dear. Blind to petty differences…"

"I don't know what you're talking about, now sod off!" Draco went to his bed and yanked the forest green hangings shut. 'Honestly, Draco, why do you have to be such a prat?' he asked himself, gingerly feeling his ribs for breaks. In truth he did know what the mirror had been talking about…at least he thought he knew.

a/n: This is my first fanfic so please be nice & help me out!  I don't own any of the characters.  Oh yea…I didn't really know what to rate this considering it's not done. Very many possibilities!!!  Celebrating the eve of OOTP!!! Constructive criticism is welcome as well as ideas….