Some background for this story:
The Wizarding War is just over and everyone is about to come back and repeat their year. My own version for part of the story. Also I, in no way, own the characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

~Draco POV~
My name Draco, Draco Malfoy, the son in one of the most prestigious and powerful families in all of the Wizarding World. That was what I thought before Voldemort, (yes I said his name) had forced me to be part of his pathetic scheme. The worst part, my sorry excuse of a father supported him to the end. I'm barely 17 and I had to kill one of the greatest wizards alive, not that I would admit that to anyone. Since the war, I haven't been able to sleep peacefully at night. Dark images haunt me, the screaming, pain, agony, of watching people die. The disgust in everyone's eyes to see me walk to the other side, toward the enemy. Family members bloody bodies, lying motionlessly on the ground, reminding me of all the damage I've done. Waking up with sweat dripping from my forehead, ghastly pale, as if all the life had been sucked right out of me. Each time, the experience never failed to frighten me. My so called father is in Azkaban, where he should have been from the beginning. My mother was admitted into St. Mongus after hearing this news, and I live alone in this tragically depressing mansion along with some house elves. My best mate, Blaise Zabini, is the only one I have left, in a way. He was neutral during the war, but that doesn't mean it didn't affect him as the rest of us. He lost his little sister, she killed in a cross-fire between some sadist death eaters. He's a rich pureblood which made him, and a few others, 'acceptable' as they said it, to associate with me.
", your letter has arrived." said the house elf.
" Thanks." the look on his face didn't falter a bit. I never cared for status as much as my father did; it was just a rule he drilled into me to keep my blood 'clean'.
"You may leave now."
He bowed once and made his way out.

Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,
I welcome you back to repeat your year at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Last years events had taken away valuable learning time and it would be my most pleasure to welcome you back. You have been through a lot and I do give my uttermost apologies, the war has taken away many things, but we have to stay strong. On a brighter notice it is my honor to announce that you have been chosen as Head Boy this year. I will deliver the badge in the Heads Compartment where you will meet the Head Girl. Again, I'm sorry and wish to see you.
Sincerely, Headmistress McGonagall

Another year at the one place that reminds me who I am. The place where everyone hates me and would do anything to stay away. Where they despise even looking at me. Indeed that sounds delightful; however, anything is better than this cold, almost abandoned mansion, where not the slightest bit of warmth could be found. The constant reminder of my mother's condition doesn't seem comforting in any way. It's decided Draco Malfoy will go and will be stronger than ever.

Hermione's POV~
I woke up to the warm sun hitting my face, but I felt ice cold. A couple of days ago I had finally gotten news about my parents, and it was dreadful. They were attacked by death eaters and were killed long ago. Every day since then, I have walked hopelessly around with no apparent goal in life. None of my friends have talked to me, but I do understand a little. Fred had died and the Weasley's needed a comforting of their own. Since, Harry and Ginny are together it would seem right for him to be there, but Ron and I are a different story. He and I shared a kiss in the war, but later he confessed it was just a spur of the moment. I was heartbroken and it would kill me to see him. So my summer alone wasn't really great and my parents' news made it much more. There was a tapping on the window and I was truly hoping it was a letter from Ginny, but it was the school's owl. I carefully opened the envelope not trying to tear the Hogwarts crest.

Dear
I thank you for being a hero in the war and am sorry for the news about your parents. You should know, Hogwarts is always your home and you should never feel alone because you have many people who care for you. I would be honored, if you would come back to complete your missed year at Hogwarts. Also, for being the top of your class and showing tremendous courage I am proud to announce that you have been chosen as Head Girl. I will personally deliver the Head Girl badge in the Head's dorm and there you shall meet the new Head Boy. I thank you and show my earnest gratitude, and dearly hope you would come.
Sincerely, Headmistress McGonagall

I felt joy in reading this piece of parchment how it elegantly scrawled my name; however the grieve struck me again. Which wasn't long, because of the resolute reminder. I understand she meant well, but she had nothing to do with this and should know how much it hurts to think about it. But, nobody knows about my loss, which would keep me away from unwanted sympathy, unlike here. The reminder of my parents and after the funeral, relatives have been dropping by to keep me 'company'. This would give me an excuse to be away from this house, people, and life. It's decided I'm going to Hogwarts.