A/N: yes, i will explain what happened to them as the story unfolds. i'm so glad you all seem to like this one, it is quite a bit different than the other i wrote. thank you so much for the reviews

Chapter Three: This Can't be Happening...

As soon as Draco had left Blaise went to go find the faery he had seen earlier. He finally located her.

"Excuse me," he got her attention. She froze. She couldn't believe who was talking to her!

"My friend, I believe, danced with a friend of yours earlier."

She froze again, if that was possible. She did not make her friend dance with the mystery man from her past, did she?

"She was dressed as Aurora and was carrying that camera," he pointed the camera in Sarah's hands, "before you took it away from her."

She had! Jennifer was going to kill her. She just nodded.

"It seems she left before the masks were removed and my friend failed to get her name..." he smiled.

His smile was Sarah's downfall. Before she could think she said "Jennifer Wells" and quickly put her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes. She could her him chuckle. She opened her eyes and saw him look up from the floor and back at her. She sighed, there was nothing for it now, besides, it might end up being the right thing to do. "Would you like her number?"

He shook his head. "No thank you, I know how to reach her." So Draco had been dancing with his favorite artist and hand't even known it. This could get interesting. There wasn't a wall in Draco's flat that didn't have a Jennifer Well's photograph hung on it. Sarah nodded and all but stopped breathing when he took her hand and bowed to kiss it. "I am forever in your debt." He smiled again and walked off. No wonder half of the world's women were in love with him.

Blaise told Draco what he had learned later that night.

"Her studio is right here in Rome."

"It would be, this is where she lives." Draco was trying to ignore his friend.

"You were planning on visiting it anyway..." Blaise was trying to get his friend to respond.

"Not anymore. She walked off without so much as a goodnight. I have no desire to ever see her again." More anger than he had intended found its way into his words.

Blaise was actually encouraged by the anger, that meant he had been attracted to the girl and that hadn't happened since Ginny. "Well, then go tell her off."

"You know what?" Draco stood, "I think I will!" He moved toward the door.

Blaise laid a hand on Draco's shoulder. "It's two in the morning, mate, better wait until tomorrow."

Draco nodded absently.

The next day Draco found the little studio/gallery that belonged to one of the most famous photographers in the world. He stood outside the door for a full five minutes before entering. A woman was sitting at a desk in the front that he recognized as the faery from the night before.

He cleared his throat to get her attention and she dropped her pencil when she looked up. "Is Ms. Wells in?" He asked as politely as he could. She nodded and pressed a button on the phone.

"Jennifer, you have a visitor here who wishes to speak with you." She looked back up at Draco and tried to smile, failing miserably.

Finally a voice was heard over the speaker phone, "Very well, I'm in the office." Sarah pointed to a door behind her and to the left. Draco nodded and moved that way.

He knocked on the door and heard a faint "Come in." When he did so she barely held back a scream. "Please sit down." Her voice was very forced. So she had recognized him last night. "What can I do for you?"

For his part, when he had opened the door, he had barely held back a curse. She had waist length red hair and a spattering of freckles across her nose. She was the perfect height too. Fortunately, to his mind, there was no possible way she could have any connection to the woman from his past and he wrote it off as a horrible coincidental resemblance. "You left without saying goodnight." He knew he sounded lame, but what could he do now? Even if things had been perfect the night before he would never be able to persue a woman that look so much like her.

"About that..." Jennifer began, but she was interrupted.

Sarah's voice could be heard over the phone. "There's a delivery for you."

"Sign for it yourself." Jennifer sounded aggitated.

"They won't let me." Sarah sounded apologetic.

Jennifer sighed. "I'll be right out." She looked around the room and back at Draco. "Don't touch anything," she ordered before leaving.

When she got back she found him looking at the first page of a black photo album that been on her shelf. She grabbed it out of his hands. "GET OUT!" She was yelling at him! "GET OUT!"

"I was just..."

"I don't care what you were just!" Her voice was lower, but it was furious. "I told you not to touch anything!"

He left the office but stood beside Sarah's desk. "May I see the gallery?" He looked at Sarah, ignoring the irrate woman behind him.

"NO!" Jennifer answered him. "Get out!"

"Is that anyway to treat a customer?" He was getting angry now as well. No one spoke to him like this. He had only looked at an album!

"You are not a customer! I will never sell anything to you! If I ever learn who represents you on our client list I will not sell to them either! I never want to see your face in this gallery again! Get out!"

She was being completely unreasonable! Draco face grew stoney and he left in a high temper.

He ranted and raved to Blaise when he returned. Blaise just listened silently until he actually got to the part where he confessed what he had done.

"She did all of that because you looked at one photo album?" Blaise was worried. Draco had mentioned red hair and he had immediately thought about the photographer in the park. It wasn't possible! It couldn't be possible!

"Yes..." Draco started to go off again but Blaise interrupted him.

"What did it look like?" All color had left his face.

"It was black leather of some sort..." Draco was confused.

"Could it have been...could it have been dragon hide?" Blaise was actually shaking.

Draco's eyebrow went up. "I suppose, you aren't suggesting that..." He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence because Blaise had disappeared, literally. He had apparated.