Pansy sat on a black chair near her makeup table and watched her image in the ornamented mirror. Last year, she hated it. She hated being a Slytherin; because being a Slytherin meant that she was dark. Raised between the shadows, she was like a planet that never saw sun light. She always had long un-shiny black hair, smooth and ugly and simple. She hated her face, too: heavy jaw, big red lips, and green eyes. She liked her eyes - the only clue to some kind of beauty in her. But since she was Dracos girlfriend, it all changed.

She always hated him. His magical smiles, his storm-like eyes, his family. She hated him being rich. She hated his power. Oh, and she certainly hated what he represented: The favorite, successful Slytherin boy. The one who looked just like his father, behaved like him, admired him and was him. Draco was what her father wanted. She, though - wasn't. But most of all, the thing that she most hated about him, was loving him. She hated his hypnotist gaze, and his bloody ability to charm her. She fallen for him, and he was proud of his conquer. But he didn't love her. And she cried over that, cried over him - and she despised it too. But she stopped. She had to. Because each tear her apart into tiny little pieces.

But this Christmas - the best Christmas she ever had - was the beginning of a change. When she got to the Parkinson Mansion, She was broken. Sealed expressions were a routine, and her eyes, always staring, were dry.

Than, one evening, her mother knocked on the wooden door. Pansy, surprised, turned to look at her.
"Darling," said her mother with a concerned tone, "I'd like us to have a conversation.
Pansy wasn't sure what was happening - talk? They never talked.
"Umm... Sure?" she said in a hesitant voice and sat on her bed. Her mother sat near her.
"Well, dear... How are your grades"
Pansy's doubts immediately switched into suspect. She knew that her parents got a report about her grades each month. Mrs. Parkinson looked like she figured Pansy's thoughts. "I mean, how is it in school? Generally speaking. Is there anything you'd like to talk about? Friends, teachers? Boys?" she winked. Pansy didn't smile at her.

Mrs. Parkinson's expression became serious.
"Look, Pany" she burst out, "I know I never took a good care of you. I wasn't a devoted mother; I didn't pay to you any attention at all, and I was so mean to you sometimes... And I'm sorry. I want us to get along, I want us to talk, talk like any other mother and daughter -" at that point, she started sobbing, " - I just wish we had a normal family... and, Pany, I'm so sorry... Please, I beg you to forgive me".

Pansy looked puzzled. What was going on? Did her mother truly regretted? She felt faked. Maybe her mother just acted? She had never cared before. But over all of those feelings, floated the hope. She always was so jealous of other girls, who shared an amazing relationship with their mothers. Could it happen? Could she have this relationship? She hugged her mother tightly. "I love you, mom" she said as their tears blended together.
I love you too, sweetie".

And they did talk. Pansy told her everything; about Draco, about the teachers, about stupid Granger... She just spat all of her feelings. When her mother heard what Pansy thought about herself, she was astounded - And she decided to help.
That was the beginning.