A/N: Hi again! This third chapter is a bit shorter than the rest but I really wanted to end it somewhere poignant and this is what happened. Unfortunately I won't be able to update as regularly anymore as I'm going back to school but hopefully there will be at least 2 updates a week. But for now, here is chapter 3.
I don't own anything.

Last chapter:

"I love you very much, Draco Lucius Malfoy, and I am endlessly proud of the man you have become. Always remember that." She said.

Sorry Blaise. We're gonna have Granger hanging around us for a week.

The text had barely left when the reply came:

Gotta be honest, I'm not surprised. I'm sure we'll survive. I'm more worried about her friends than ours.

Draco hadn't thought of that. He would have to put up with not only Granger but her two irritating buddies. As if the situation could have got any worse.

Urgh. Thanks mate, I hadn't thought about that.

Draco waited a few minutes for the answer.

You would have realised sometime. Hey, are you coming to the party on Thursday, y'know, for my birthday?

He typed quickly:

Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world. Gotta go, my phone's going to die. See you tomorrow.

Sure enough, just as the message was sent the screen went black and Draco ran downstairs to plug it into the charger.

A few hours later, Draco was sat at the dinner table, eating. This room was as grand as every other in the house, the table itself meant to hold eight people but currently holding two. Draco's mother was opposite him, every sign of their previous conversation wiped from her face other than a small smile that she only wore very often. With this taking over her appearance, it was easy to tell where Draco got his good looks from.

"Tell me about school Draco." She suggested, taking a forkful of food.

"Umm," Draco said awkwardly, not sure what there was to talk about. "Well, Blaise and Pansy are going out, which is… weird." His mother looked pleasantly surprised.

"Our Blaise?"

"Yes, mother, our Blaise. What other Blaise is there?"

"That is so sweet!"

"It really isn't. It's rather disgusting actually" Draco grimaced, recollecting how the couple had taken to spontaneous make-out sessions during breaks.

"No! That's lovely. You've known them for so long and now this!" She smiled as if it really pleased her.

"If you say so." Draco replied unsurely, but he smiled too to see how much joy it brought her. They ate in silence for a little longer then, out of the blue:

"When are you going to get a girlfriend, Draco?" Draco nearly spat out the mouthful of food he was chewing. He swallowed it hastily.

"How can you ask that? I don't need a girlfriend, mum!" he cried. Unknown to Mrs. Malfoy, Draco had had a few of what people would call 'girlfriends'. He had never liked any of them though, and it was all to keep up his reputation.

"Sorry, dear. But I'm sure some of the girls in your year wouldn't mind you," her tone was completely unaffected, as if she were talking about the local news.

"Thanks," he said dryly, thinking of the gaggle of girls that tail him at school.

"I'm serious, Draco, isn't there a spring ball coming up? Who will you take to that?"

"Probably no-one. I don't dance anyway." Draco reminded her.

"All I'm saying is keep an eye out." She raised an eyebrow threateningly.

"Yeah, ok, whatever," Draco said, holding his hands up and hurriedly finishing the last of his food. As soon as he was done, he practically scrambled up and out of the room, desperate to escape the interrogation.

"Goodnight, Draco." His mother called after him. It was strange - he contemplated in his room - that she'd only just got back on terms with him and she was already asking about his love life. That's mothers for you, I suppose, he reasoned. It was pretty late, and he decided to get some sleep, knowing tomorrow would be a struggle.

That night, he dreamed he was dancing with a faceless woman. She stopped and the image swam before his eyes. Soon, she had transformed into Granger. She spoke in Blaise's voice: "I don't want you turning into her." It was only when he reached out a hand to see if she was real, and the girl raised an arm simultaneously, that he realised she was his reflection.

He awoke struggling in the sheets of his double bed. He swung his legs out onto the dark, plush carpet and strode over to the body-length mirror on the wall. He clicked on a small lamp on the cabinet beside him and breathed out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding. Because he saw platinum blond hair, not brunette waves. Because he was looking into silvery blue orbs, not brown ones.

Because he wasn't, and never would be, like Granger.

Like I said, it's not much. Next chapter things will pick up a lot I hope. I'd love to see any reviews!