Different?

"Hey!"

"'Mione, I didn't think you were gonna make it, I'm so glad you did" Ron Weasley wrapped his arms around, a gave

a smothering kiss on the lips to his fellow sixth year Gryfindor, and girlfriend, Hermione Granger.

Ron Weasley was a tall and gangly sixth year. Obnoxious at times, but his heart was usually in the right place.

He and Hermione had been together for a year. Hermione was a bookworm, but she still knew how to have fun.

"Guys, do you mind not rising my puking factor so early in the day?" Harry Potter also known as

'The Boy who Lived', looked at his two best friends as he emphasized his breakfast rising from the pit of

his stomach.

Herry Potter with his jet black hair and emerald eyes, was the shrine of many adoring girls. Although rather

famous, he would rather not be.

"Sorry Harry," Ron let go of Hermione's waist but held her hand firm, "can't help it if we're in love."

"Yea... whatever," Harry nodded at the couple "more like lust."

Ron put on an hurt/bemused expression and faced Harry "Why mate, I never knew you felt that way," he

looked at his girlfriend with the same fake shocked face, and waved his hand in the space between

them,"we are so very hurt"

They burst into laughter. Just at the moment, the compartment door slid open. Entered Draco Malfoy, 'Prince of Slytherin'.

He was tall and extremely muscular. He had a few cuts and bruises on his arms. As he looked inside he

had no smirk or grin on his face. Harry noticed that he had a quiet and sorrowful expression instead. To

intimidate, Harry looked into his eyes with anger and loathe, but instead he saw a blank and pain filled set

of icy grey eyes. He tried to explore further but Draco had already looked away, fright written all over his face.

"Wrong compartment" He left the door open and walked away. His shadow slowly fading behind him.

"Oi, Malfoy," Ron, being as obnoxious as he was, took this time to humiliate Draco, "you forgot to shut

the door, you big prat!"

Draco brooded into the hallway that was before the door. He grabbed the handle. "I'm not a prat." He shut the door.

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, who just looked away. He really didn't want to talk about his archnemesis at

he moment.Harry wanted to take a nap on the contrary.

-

Harry, Hermione, and Ron made their way into the Great hall to watch the first years be sorted. "I remember my sorting"

Harry said as his eyes began to mist. He remebered how happy he was when he was given the chance to leave the overly

abusive Dusleys, how happy he was that he could be free, and how ecstatic he was that he was in a place he belonged...finally.

He was also quite happy that he wasn't in Slytherin. For he couldn't stand being in the company of anyone remotely like Draco.

Draco. That topic usually brought weird sparks to Harry. He wouldn't think about doing anything to Draco but hexing him into

an oblivion. He and Harry stayed on surnames only.

But Malfoy and Potter would soon be changed to Harry and Draco.

AN: This is my first FF so send whatever you want, reviews or flames. My story will be long and I will update at least every

other day. So please send reviews. Thanks -SpikedDraco