[Draco]

It was right there before me. The large glass container. The body floating lifeless in the thick red liquid. I ran from the dungeon, scared I would be sick.

"Wonderful isn't it Draco." The Dark Lord stood before me, barefoot, his arms behind his back, standing tall and proud. "How I can take life and manipulate it to my own liking. To create a creature that is everything I need. To be God."

I wanted to scream at him how far he was from being a God. How he was a selfish, black hearted and twisted man but I just bowed and ran to my room, disturbed by the sight my father had forced me to witness. Disturbed at what The Dark Lord had planned to do. What his plans now resulted to.

I sat there on the white, cold tiles in my bathroom, my hands twisting in to my bleach, white hair. I carefully stood up and turned on the silver tap. The sound of gushing water soothed me slightly, the cold water on my face calming my nerves.

I lifted my head and looked in the small mirror above the sink. My grey eyes, light hair, pale skin. All reflections of my father. That was all I saw. Not Draco Malfoy, just Lucius. I curled my hand in to a fist and smashed my hand in to the mirror, wishing with all my might that with some miracle, it would inflict some slight pain on my father.

But of course that would be stupid. No matter how much I tried to hurt my father, I would just end up hurting myself. Just like with the mirror. My knuckles gleaming in my blood. When I tried to run away to damage his plans, he would threaten my mother. When I would refuse to go along with his plans, he would strike her across her beautiful face right in front of me. When I yelled at him and called him names and threaten to kill him, he would put his wand on my mother and torture her.

I had long learned that nothing would hurt him. He knew how weak I was. He had always told me that love always brought weakness. Yet my mother still loved me. When he would leave the house for business, the first thing she would do would hold me in her frail arms and tell me she was sorry for everything he was.

Frail arms...that girl had frail arms. Splayed out in twisted positions. Probably broken. Just like her soul.

A soft knock came to my ears. I walked out the bathroom taking a towel with me and quietly allowed the visitor to enter.

Narcissa walked in. Her small frame walking graciously over to me. She sat down on the bed next to me and took the towel from my shaking hands. She took out a small bottle of ointment and placed it on my still bleeding knuckles. She was humming to herself. Mother never hummed unless she was happy. I knew very well she was never happy here. But then again, I knew she was hiding from me the fact that she too was scared. Scared on what The Dark Lord had now brought our family in to.

She looked at me after neatly bandaging up my hand and placed her soft palm against my cheek. It wasn't until then had I noticed they were strewn with tears. Her eyes were deep with sadness and love. She smiled her warm smile and left. Her smile reassuring me I could be strong

[Hermione]

It was right there before me. A small black badge with the words 'Head Girl' written in neat letters. Voices around me cheering and laughing.

"Well done Hermione!" Harry cheered, his face lit up smiling. He pulled me in to a hug with Ron, all three of us laughing. They both gave me a kiss on the cheek still grinning. I blushed slightly after they pulled away and giggled.

Ginny came over and she too, pulled me in to a tight embrace and congratulated me.

I was surrounded by my friends, no. I was surrounded by my family who were all delighted that I had gained the position of Head Girl.

Mrs Weasley even had tears in her eyes as she started to make a celebration lunch for everyone. The Burrow was filled with joy, even as the summer holidays were drawing to an end with only one week left.

"After lunch we can go to Diagon Alley and gather your school books and I'll make a nice dinner for you all," Mrs Weasley beamed. "Ron! Stop eating the sandwiches and go set the table!"

As we all sat down to enjoy the food Mrs Weasley had made for us, Harry, Ron and Ginny all asked: "So, who's Head Boy then?"

"I hope it's someone I get along with. I have to share a dormitory with them this year," I replied taking a few egg salad sandwiches off a plate.

"Oh yeah, your moving out," Ginny pouted.

"Kind of. I will still have my bunk in the Gryffindor dorm; I'll just have another one I'm expected to be in as well. You'll still see me."I smiled.

(One Week Later)

"Hurry up! You don't want to be late!" Mr Weasley shouted as Harry, Ron and I ran through the barrier on to platform nine and Three Quarters. There stood the large red train, immaculate and gleaming.

I grinned glad to be going back and pushed my trolley over to the stations and took out my luggage with the help from Fred...or George.

"Have a good year Hermione! Make sure you put Draco in detention enough times!" They both yelled as we hurried on to the train and stuck our heads out of our carriage window.

"Bye! We all yelled and waved as the train started to move. We watched Mr and Mrs Weasley disappear and sat down as we made our way back to Hogwarts.

I closed the window and stood on the seat to reach my trunk to pull out my robes.

"Why are you changing already?" Ron asked as I conjured a screen to block me from their view.

"I'm Head Girl. I have to go the Prefects carriage with Ginny and give everyone passwords etc and patrol for a bit." I said as I changed.

"Hey, do you know who Head Boy is yet?" Harry asked as I pulled down the screen.

"No I don't actually..." I replied slightly confused. "Well, I'll find out soon enough," I smiled and waved as I closed the door behind me and went off to find Ginny. She caught up with me half way to the Prefect carriage and we made our way down.

The Head Boy was not there yet so I sat down in a spare seat and waited for five minutes.

"Well, Um, I suppose I'll have to start without the Head Boy..." I gulped. I gave everyone the passwords and left them to go patrolling.

I sat there for a few more minutes. He must not be very good if he's always late...Ah well. I'll meet him soon enough. I stood up to leave when Draco Malfoy entered the carriage.

"Sorry Malfoy, this is for Prefects and Heads only," I sneered.

"Uh yeah...I'm Head Boy," He said staring at the floor. WHAT? Him? Head Boy? "I know you don't like me Granger but, I'd like to think we can at least put our differences aside as we're going to be spending a lot of time together." He said lifting his eyes to meet mine. His deep grey eyes were puffy and red as if he had been crying. For some strange reason, I wanted to reach out to him and comfort him.

"Uh...Um..." I stuttered. Did he want to be friends or something? Yeah right...

"Well, see you later roomie," He smiled slightly and left.

A/N Well that's the first chapter! I'm trying to take a different approach with this story so any feedback is helpful for me =D Also the characters are slight OC R&R
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