First Chapter ever of Differences! I hope you enjoy it!

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Draco Malfoy's P.O.V.

She's gone.

Gone.

I won't see her again for another ten years. They took her away from me. The Ministry took her away. Far away.

Sure, my "father" deserved everything that he got! He deserved those twenty years in Azkaban, but not her.

She was- no I cannot say was! She'll come back to me!- my only real family.

Severus is dead. He was just like family to me. He was more of a father to me than Lucius. Now, he's dead.

At least, she wasn't dead. At least, she would be coming home to me... in ten years.

In a week, I'll be on my way to Hogwarts. In past years, that would have made me joyous, but now... Now there's nothing to look forward to. All the Slytherins will hate me. All the Gryffindors will hate me- not something new. Need I go on? Most of the teachers are a part of the Order of the Phoenix and they have the right to hate me. No one will want to be around me because I'll be able to know what they're thinking and everybody is going to be grouped around Potter.

I winced just thinking of the name. Potter. I don't hate him, but he is the reason my mother is in Azkaban.

I sunk to the floor of my bedroom and cried. I, Draco Malfoy, was crying at the very thought of Harry Potter and my mother.

I wasn't ashamed though. At least I could express my feelings...

But, Draco didn't know that Minevra McGonagall had just read Albus Dumbledore's request. A request that he made before he was killed. A request for the new Head Boy and Girl.

Hermione Granger's P.O.V.

"Hermione, dear." Molly Weasley ushered me into the house. "It's lovely to see you again!"

"Yeah, 'Mione." Harry smiled from the dinning room table. "We've all missed you so much!"

"'Mione!" Ginny screamed from the top of the stairs. She ran down and nuzzled me in a hug. Happy tears ran down our cheeks and Harry quickly engaged with us.

"Group hug!" Harry called through the house. "'Mione's home!"

George, Percy, and Ron pushed each other as they jumped down the stairs. Bill and Fleur Appreated right in front of them and smirked. The two joined the group hug followed by the three other boys and Mrs. Weasley.

"Arthur's at work, but I'm sure he would have joined in, too." Molly quickly intervened.

Ron had a small smile on his lips. Things had gotten a bit strange after the war. Ron and I decided that we should not gave a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. It was too awkward, because we'd been friends since first year.

Once all of us broke apart, Ginny led me up to her room; which we'd be sharing.

Ginny's room was decorated in Gryffindor colors- Maroon and Gold- and she had shelves all over her walls. They were a dark cherry wood and they looked quite lovely against her Maroon walls. On the shelves, were pictures of her and Harry, her family, me, and her friends from Hogwarts. On some shelves, she had small stuffed animal Lions or Daily Prophets with Harry's name on them.

Ginny instantly blushed once she saw me staring at everything. "I know. I'm obsessed."

"Not obsessed." I chortled and patted her shoulder. "You're in love."

That only made her blush a vibrant red.

Just then, Harry entered into the room. "I had a feeling that someone was teasing Ginny."

He wrapped his arms around her and she kissed him quickly. Harry smiled like a fool and we all heard a lot bang in the kitchen. The three of us, sprinted down the stairs to see what all the commotion was.

Professor McGonagall stood in the kitchen with four enevolopes in her dainty, right hand.

She coughed and smiled apologetically, "Sorry about that. I'm not as observent as I used to be." She had knock over a small stack of pans.

She quickly picked them up and placed them back on the counter.

"I have Harry's, Ronald's, Hermione's, and Ginny's letters here." She sighed. "It seems now a days I can't even trust that these letters will actually make it to you. So, I brought them myself."

"What go you mean, Professor?" I asked shyly. "About them not getting here safely."

She sighed once again, "All of the media, want to get their slimey hands on anything that has to do with Harry or anyone close to him. I have to hand deliver them because of that issue. I don't want someone to steal your supply lists for seventh year!"

She handed all of us our letters and motioned for us to open them.

Miss Granger, It began. I am pleased to say that you will be attending Hogwarts for your Seventh Year. All of the sixth years will move up to seventh year, but you, Harry, Ronald, and the rest of the seveth years will be repeating. That is because of the war, as you know.

Next it listed all of my supplies. I skimmed through it and read the rest of my letter.

I also have the pleasure of telling you that you've been chose as Head Girl.

I dropped the letter and stared in shock. "I'm H-Head Girl?"

Professor McGonagall snickered, "Out of request by our favorite Head Master, Albus Dumbledore."

I'm pretty sure my mouth hung open, but I snapped it shut before I caught any bugs.

"P-Professor D-Dumbledore requested me before I was even done with sixth year."

She gleamed, "Yes he did. He chose you and a certain other boy to fill in as Head Boy. I have absoultley no idea why he chose the other boy though." She shook her head in- what looked like- amusement.

"May I ask who the Head Boy is?" Molly asked politely.

"Oh," McGonagall nodded. "It's Mr. Malfoy."