Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. J.K. Rowling, my queen does.

It has been a year since the war had ended. The dead have been buried. Families have been reunited. Death Eaters were put on trial. Hogwarts was rebuilt. Everything was perfect, or at least I showed everyone that I thought it was.

I had lost my family. I mean, I wasn't like Harry, who doesn't have any family left, they just don't know who I am anymore. There are no pictures, and the only thing I can grasp onto is frivolous memories. I spent my summer at the Burrow with the Weasley family. Then at the beginning of August everything changed.

I got a letter from Hogwarts asking me to come back, and that I would be Head Girl if I did. I accepted, of course I wanted to go back and finish up my last year of Hogwarts, but I would be by myself. Kingsley became the new Minister of Magic and asked Harry and Ron to be his top auroras. I too, had been asked, but declined the offer. My education is more important than some silly job.

Harry and Ron saw Ginny and I off this morning. It was a little bit uncomfortable. Harry gave me a big hug and then went off with Ginny. I was stuck with Ron. Nothing has really happened since that day in the Chamber of Secrets. Honestly, I'm glad nothing did. He is a horrible kisser, it's extremely wet and slobbery, I do not enjoy it. Anyways, it's good that nothing came of it; I'm going back to Hogwarts to further expand my education while he's doing God knows what with Harry.

And here I am, all alone in an empty compartment with my nose shoved into a book. It takes me back to my first year; I sat in an empty compartment until I met Harry and Ron. Since then, I always had friends to be around. We were the "Golden Trio." I suppose I still have Ginny, but she's out and about with her other friends.

It wasn't long after the train started to move when the compartment door opened. I figured it was Ginny, so I kept reading my book.

"Granger." That's not Ginny's voice.

I looked up from my book to find Draco Malfoy standing in front of me. He had changed over the summer. His skin wasn't as pale; it was as if he actually went outside for a little bit. His muscles were more defined. The biggest thing of all that I noticed had changed: He wasn't wearing a scowl. Instead his face was turned into a frown, as if confused about what he was doing.

"Can I help you Malfoy?"

"Um, I was wondering if I could sit here. In this compartment. With you," Malfoy ran a hand through his hair.

I stared at him, dumbfounded. Draco Malfoy wanted to sit with me. He wanted to be within two feet of me. A Mudblood. And he had asked nicely. What happened to this boy over the summer?

"I suppose. Just don't bother me, I'm trying to read," I answered, then quickly started to read again, hoping that I would bore him enough to make him leave.

Malfoy snorted. "Is that one of our textbooks? I don't' understand why you even bother to read those. You already know the material. Actually, I'm positive you're smarter than most of the teachers at this bloody school. Why did you come back?"

I closed the book shut. Obviously, I was not going to be able to read it. "I came back because I got a letter from Professor McGonagall asking me to come back. It also said that I was Head Girl. I wanted to come back anyways, for old sakes," I looked up at Malfoy; he was staring at me like I had hit him over the head with a frying pan.

"Wait… So you're Head Girl?" Malfoy asked, still looking like a blubbering fool.

"Yes, Malfoy. I'm Head Girl. Honestly, who else do you think it would be?" What an idiot.

"Don't give me attitude Granger, it was just a question. For your information, I'm Head Boy," he leaned back on the seat and propped his legs up besides me. "Why would you want to come back here, 'For old time's sake'? If it wasn't for my mother, I wouldn't be here."

I stared at him. I couldn't believe this. How did Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, of all people get Head Boy? I expected it to be Neville, especially what happened last year. But Malfoy? There has to be a mistake.

"Hello? Granger? Are you okay?" Malfoy waved a hand over my face, snapping me back to reality.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Really," I could feel myself sweating a little.

Malfoy's infamous smirk was plastered onto his face. "You never answered my question."

I shook my head, trying to figure out how to explain this to Malfoy. "Well, this year there's nothing to worry about. There's no bad guy that's trying to kill all of us. I don't have to worry when I get the Daily Prophet anymore. I know that my friends and family are safe, and always will be," I sighed, trying to control my rocky emotions. "It's just like when we started Hogwarts. We walked in, gazing around and not believing any of this was real. We were carefree and thought that nothing could hurt us. That's why I came back." I glanced up at Malfoy, noticing that his smirk had fallen off his face.

"Oh," was all Malfoy could say.

Before I could ask Malfoy why he truly returned, a voice came over the intercom: "We will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly. Please change into your robes and be ready to depart once we get there."

I was walking up the stairs to my new common room, the one for just Head Boy and Girl. Hogwarts looked the same as it always had, as if it had never been ransacked. The Great Hall was a little bit different though. Behind the table that the professors sat at were two large paintings of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. I stared at them throughout Professor McGonagall's speech. For once I was not listening to a teacher. The feast was filling, as always, but it wasn't the same. Harry wasn't there to tell us about his problems at the Dursleys. Ron wasn't eating everything in sight. All I had were Ginny and Neville.

I slouched my way into the common room, and slumped down into a chair. There were two set of stairs, one leading to my room, and the other to Draco's room. The room had been decorated in both Slytherin and Gryffindor colors, making an odd array of colors. It was cozy though, a place where I might actually go to relax and study, instead of hiding in the library.

I started to walk over to a set of stairs when I noticed a figure on the couch. It was Malfoy and he was asleep. On his laps, there laid a letter:

Dear Mum,

I have just arrived at Hogwarts. It's really different from the last time I was here. It's a little bit more inviting. The only problem is, I don't really have any friends. I suppose I can make friends with Zabini and a few other Slytherin in my year.

I finished unpacking my things in my new Head Boy room. I know you were wondering who the Head Girl is; it's Hermione Granger! I know I was in shock for a little bit when I found out too.

I'm hoping I can make amends with her, Mum. I never truly meant any of those cruel things I said to her in the past. Hopefully I can get up enough courage and tell her my story; tell her I'm sorry and maybe, just maybe she'll forgive me.

Love your son,
Draco Malfoy

I read the letter over a few times when a slight tear came to my eye. I had to quickly wiped it away before it could go rolling down my check. I placed the letter on the coffee table in front of the couch and placed a blanket on the sleeping Malfoy. As I started to walk up the stairs, I paused and turned around to glance at him. Maybe one day, I can tell you my story.

Well, what do you guys think? This is an attempt of my first fic in a couple of years! Let me know if it's crap, because I sort of feel like it is. :/