-Hello! I do hope that this story is going okay. I feel kind of iffy about it…I don't know maybe it's just me. Anyways, my finals and ECA's are still going on as well as orchestra and cheer-leading practice so updates might not be as speedy as usual. Sorry! Oh, Deidre has now entered the moody stage and has been hanging out with Delphine and has been getting a lot of attention because of that so she's VERY different in terms of personality, as well as her demeanor and talk. She's popular now. Just FYI! Please, enjoy!—

**Deidre**

Deidre sat in the library, staring at her hands, thinking about her mother. Her mother was beautiful; there was no doubt about that. She was also kind and smart and funny… Her mother was 'perfect'. And Deidre was just like her mother.

So many people had told her. "Oh, darling! You look so much like a Malfoy, so much like your mother as well!" or "Look at that hair, that skin, those eyes! Ah, you are your mother's child." She sighed. She didn't want to be a Malfoy. She didn't want to be her mother. Her mother was boring, old, and traditional and the Malfoys are rotten murderers. No, Deidre was nothing like her mother. Deidre was nothing like a Malfoy.

She had made a promise; a promise to be a new kind of Malfoy. 'I'm going to prove to them that I'm different. Malfoy means nothing.' She had the attitude down, but as for the looks. The looks…She smiled as Delphine sat down.

"Hullo." Delphine said.

"Hullo."

Delphine shifted and looked Deidre over. She was, indeed, very pretty but her beauty was well refined and classic. 'Oh, that won't do.' Delphine thought. One word popped into her mind.

"Makeover." She said aloud, grinning.

"You took the words right out of my mouth." The two girls skipped out of the library. Trouble had just begun.

**Draco**

'Where the devil is that girl?' Draco thought. Irina was late, again. Two hours late; too be exact. Honestly, he needed to get that woman a watch. Tired of waiting, he decided to search. Of course he would need to check the library first. Though it seems impossible, nay, inconceivable it was true. Hermione Granger was not the biggest book worm in Hogwarts.

No, that honor belongs to Irina Higgins. Hermione may have read all of the books in the whole library where Irina had read them all twice. Hermione got the assignment done the day it was given when Irina had turned it in three weeks earlier. So, no, Hermione Granger was not the biggest book worm in all of Hogwarts. Just the biggest know it all. Through all of that bickering Draco had seen Irina's intelligence. She was sharp and quick but never too cruel. It was…tantalizing. 'Stop it, Draco…Keep it together.' He shook his head and continued to search.

Draco searched high and low but to no avail. Where could she be? There was a soft tap on his shoulder. Draco couldn't believe his eyes. That couldn't be Irina…It just...

"Wow…" He said.

She blushed. "Thanks, sorry I'm late. She took longer than expected."

He cleared his throat. "It's fine…You look…" He paused. "Much better."

Irina raised her eyebrows. "I guess that's the biggest complement I'll ever get from you." She shrugged and sat down, crossing her legs elegantly. With her glasses gone and wild hair tamed, her electric blue eyes were more visible than ever. She was beautiful. But it wasn't a loud obvious beauty. It was bittersweet, like dark chocolate. It was like he was looking at one of Monet's paintings. They're so beautiful but nothing is clear; all of the strokes of the brush blend together to make a sweet simple beauty. If you don't look close enough you might miss just how special they are. He was looking beyond the blurry mess and seeing Irina's beauty for what it was. Simple. If only he had seen it before.

"So...What's the next lesson?" Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh. Right." He sat. "Lesson three. Acceptance." He cleared his throat. "You need to learn to accept yourself for who you are. If you do that, nothing can go wrong. There are plenty of stupid people in this world and if they can't accept you now then, trust me, they'll regret it later…I would know." He looked at his hands. A sinking feeling in his stomach. "I think the lessons are over…There's no way Derrick can resist you now…Go get him." He smiled. Irina looked into his grey eyes. She leaned in close and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, holding there for a fraction longer than necessary.

"Thanks, for everything." Draco nodded. She stood and turned to leave.

"Irina. Wait." She spun around.

"Yes?"

"I-Good luck…"

Her face fell. "Oh. Yeah…Thanks." She looked at her feet and turned away.

**Lucius**

Lucius stood in the kitchen, searching for his salvation. Cookies. Where were the god damned cookies? He groaned in frustration. Stupid diet. Honestly, he was dying of hunger. If eating normal food fit for humans was going to cause him to die then so be it! At least he would die a full and happy man! He rummaged through the pantry again. Where were the god damned cookies?

"Darling, what on earth are you doing?" He heard his wife drawl from the doorway. He spun around.

"Where are my cookies, Narcissa?" She chuckled and sauntered over to him. He tried not to lose focus.

"They're not part of the diet plan, dearest."

"The diet plan be damned! I'm sick of this! I real food and I want it now!"

Narcissa wrapped her arms around her husband and looked up at him, her face serious. "That's suicide and you know it, Lucius."

"I don't care. I'm starving to death anyways." He crossed his arms. Narcissa rolled her eyes. She'd had enough of this. If she couldn't get through to him through reason then she must switch tactics. Time to push some buttons.

"I don't mean to be rude, darling but you're getting a bit…Chubby." His face fell. Narcissa grinned. Mission accomplished. She continued. "I'm afraid that you seem to have let yourself go…Now, now that's typical of men your age." She sighed. "Though I do say, I did expect a little more from you. Ah, well. I could always get a pool boy to look at." She could see panic in her husband's eyes. Oh, was she good. He looked down at her.

"I'm not chubby…." He looked down at his stomach self-consciously.

"No yet, but you will be if you keep eating all of those cookies." She tapped his nose lightly with her finger.

Lucius kissed her. "Alright, no more cookies." She smiled.

"Right, love. No more cookies."

**Deidre**

Deidre couldn't believe her eyes. She was so…Different… With tanned skin, curly hair, and newly changed hazel eyes she looked as un-Malfoy as possible.

Delphine was beaming. "You look gorgeous!"

"Thank you!" She smiled at herself in the mirror. "I love it!"

"No one would think that you're a Malfoy now. Though, you still look like royalty."

"I can't wait to be queen of Slytherin."

Delphine chuckled. "Patience. Your time will come. Just remember. Do what you want to do. Be who you want to be. No one else matters!"

"Thanks Delphine." Deidre smiled at her new friend.

"I needed to pass the torch to someone." Delphine smiled back.

Deidre glanced at the clock. She was supposed to meet Draco in his office half an hour ago. Quickly, she bid goodbye to Delphine and sprinted down to the dungeons. She burst through the door.

Draco spun around, furious. "Where have you been? I was worried sick!"

"Chill out. I'm fine." Deidre rolled her eyes. 'No one else matters, Deidre. Do what you want.'

"I- WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"Oh, Delphine did it for me! You like?" She twirled around.

Draco stood there dumbfounded. This wasn't his sister! Not his little ray!
"But! You don't look like you, Ray!"

She waved him off. "No, I don't look like a Malfoy. There's a difference."

Draco's brow furrowed. "But you are a Malfoy, Ray!"

"Bugger off! I'm nothing like you!" She was getting angry.

"Don't use that tone with me!"

"You can't tell me what to do!"

"You're being a little brat, Deidre!"

"Whatever, I'm outta here. Lose the attitude, Draco." With that she stormed out of Draco's office.

Draco sat down at his desk. She had called him Draco. That couldn't be a good sign.

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