"It's fine now"

"No. You can still tell"

"Of course I can, I know what's happened" Ignoring the look of annoyance Draco shot at her, Mia stood up from the bed and joined him at the mirror. "No one else can tell" she reassured once more. His nose had in fact been broken by Hermione those few weeks ago. Though not wishing to tell madam Pomfry a 'mudblood' punched him, he instead blamed the incident on Crabbe (who was currently enduring two weeks of detentions with Snape for 'assaulting' another pupil.) Madam Pomfry had fixed Draco's nose almost instantly, and from looking there was no different from before. Not that he believed that. Instead he was convinced that everyone would somehow know a muggleborn had punched him and horribly disfigured his once handsome face. "No one else can tell" she repeated, looking over the blondes shoulder at his reflection. It wasn't the idea of other students knowing that was really bothering him through. It was 5th June. Slytherin Prince's birthday, and as a 'treat' (and his family having an insane amount of money) Draco's parents were taking him out to buy whatever he wished. Apparently that meant a trip to knockturn alley.

"What if he finds out" the reflection next to her said, causing a loud sigh to part Mia's lips.

"As far as they know, it was one of your moronic friends, why would he question that, and how on earth would he get to the conclusion of Hermione doing it?" raising an eyebrow, she leant her chin on his shoulder, admiring the sight in front of her. They were an odd couple as how they contrasted each other perfectly. Draco, which white blonde hair, piercing stormy blue eyes and a smirk nearly always in place. Mia with her pitch black and slightly wavy hair, bright emerald eyes and mostly a smile on her features. In fact the only similarity they shared was the pale white skin, of which Mia was sure it suited the older boy better.

"You look perfect" she said, voicing her thoughts aloud after several minutes had passed, though wished instantly she hadn't and took a step back. "I mean, from a general point of view, not that I personally think that. Well, I'm not saying you look horrid, I'm just- no one- fine. You look fine." She stumbled out once again regretting ever opening her mouth. Since the quidditch match in the snow Draco had been acting slightly off, in fact that was closest she'd gotten to him since without him making up a reason to leave. And it wasn't like he needed his ego busting on how 'perfect' he looked anyway. Right now though, he just looked bemused, which was quite possibly more infuriating.

"So, from a general view I look perfect, but to you I'm fine?" he teased, turning from the full length mirror to face Mia.

"Nnye". The bemused expression changed to an actual laugh at her answer, and as Draco went to the wardrobe to grab his jacket, she collapsed down onto the bed again. "Just go before you're late" she instructed, scowling slightly.

"Already gone" The blonde replied, closing the door behind him.

ZNZNZN

Mia stayed in their room for most of the day, only leaving to quickly have something to eat, and retrieve more books from the library to revise from. She ran into the twins, though managed to get away fairly easily by saying she felt ill (and after declining Fred's suggestion of dressing up like a nurse to look after her). She wanted to be in when Draco got back. Mainly to check he was alright, but she also hadn't given him a present yet. She'd gotten it a few weeks back, and he really was impossible to shop for. What do you get someone who could already buy anything they wanted? Eventually she'd settled on a muggle book Andromeda used to read to her when she was younger, of course she wouldn't actually tell him it was written by a muggle though.

It was past midnight when Draco finally made a reappearance, and poor Mia was barely conscious. Yet she still managed to sit up when he walked in and sleepily held out the blue wrapped present. The blonde went over to her, kicking off his shoes as he did so and lay down on the free side of the bed. He looked just as tired as she did, though he did at least try to look excited about opening another present when he just wanted to sleep.

"How'd it go?" the younger mumbled out whilst he was unwrapping the book. He seemed ok, that had to count for something, right?

"Fine" he answered, before a look of confusion covered his face. "Dracula?" Ok, so admittedly she'd mainly chosen that to see if he'd believe it was true a book, fact instead of fiction. Not that she was going to attempt to sway him towards fact or anything. Mia nodded, smiling sleepily. Part of her mind was telling her to peruse the 'fine', but the other sleep section was currently outweighing it.

"It's good, read it" she said, before letting her eyes close. She'd stayed up to give him the present, now that was done, sleep was fully welcome.

Draco waited until he was sure the dark haired girl was asleep before sliding off of the bed. He put the book on one of the free shelves, making a mental note to read it and stripped down to his boxers. It had been an incredibly long day, and he'd much preferred last year's birthday. His thirteenth birthday had been spent completely inside the school grounds, and consisted of most the Slytherin girls giving him things he didn't need nor really want, and Mia agreeing to wait on him all day as her gift. She hadn't seemed too keen on fetching him anything he wanted or having to do his charms homework however, but it was sure fun to watch.

No, instead of that this year, he'd gotten the 'pleasure' to join his parents in knockturn alley. It wasn't a place he generally ventured to, especially considering it was banned to attempt to get there on Hogsmede trips, (Well, and the fact that it crept Mia out) but he had been several times before. His mother bought a few things here and there, but nothing Draco had really wanted. As what seemed like a turn of luck however, Lucius had barely said two words to him, and they weren't even Happy Birthday. So he really hadn't been lying when he'd said the day had gone fine.

The blonde was about to get into bed, though stopped and walked back over to Mia instead, mainly on a moment of impulse. He pulled the duvet up, making sure she was properly covered before leaning down and brushing his lips lightly over her forehead. A rare smile stayed on his features as he moved back slightly, the smell of the flowers from whatever shampoo she was using enticing.

"Perfect" He said quietly, repeating what she'd said earlier (even if she hadn't meant to speak it aloud), before finally having to admit defeat on being able to stay awake. He padded back across the room, and collapsed down on his own bed, getting tangled up in the silk sheets and closing his eyes. Honestly, he'd of much rather spent the day with the little form sleeping across the room, even if she wouldn't agree to wait on him again, but he couldn't have gone against his father's wishes.

A/N: Woo nearly onto the 4th book, who's ready to read what will happen in the Goblet of Fire! Take your guesses what will happen to Mia next year, who will she go to the Yule ball with, who will she be supporting, will there be a big twist? :P Thank you to everyone who's reviewing, the more the merrier! Also, as I wrote the first chapter to this story around 4 years ago, I can't remember if I made Mia a metamorphmagus or not, if I did, i've changed my mind and that's no longer relevant. I will try to change the first chapter at some point if it says that. Z-Nugget xx