Heylo People of FanFiction! Lol, that was quirky (My buddie's word!) ! Here's Chapter Two of Differences!

BTW...Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the H.P. series... :(

Chapter Two

Hermione's P.O.V.

"MALFOY?" Ron screeched. He's never been good at controlling his emotions...

"Yes," McGonagall nodded slowly. "I have no idea why, though."

"No one will ever know the mysterious ways of Albus Dumbledore." Harry sighed, but was smirking. Ginny smiled slightly and wrapped her arms around Harry's waist.

"That is most defiently a fact, Harry."

"Harry; I can understand, but not Malfoy." Ron mumbled to himself, but was loud enough that we could all hear. Everyone broke into a laughing frenzy and then a loud crack sounded outside.

Draco's P.O.V.

I was still on the floor. Crying. Dammit I'm pathetic.

"M-Mr. Malfoy, sirz?" Trixy-Mother's favorite house elf- squeaked from the doorway. "Would youz like some t-tea, s-s-sirz?"

I coughed and nodded, "That would be lovely, Trixy. Thank you."

Her eyes widened at my politeness. I'd never been polite to Trixy...ever. Truth be told, I'd never been polite to anyone, except my mother.

Trixy closed the door silently and I could hear her running downstairs.

I closed my eyes and I inhaled and exhaled a few times. I decided that I'd go down and see the rest of the house. I hadn't been down there since they left.

Silently creeping down the stairs, I could hear Trixy pouring my tea and humming a random melody.

"Trixy," I called. I heard a loud squeak from the kitchen and I hurried to see what happened.

"I-I'm so sorry sirz." Trixy sobbed. She was covered in tea. "I-I didn't m-meaned to spillz the tea, sirz."

I shook my head and helped her up.

"Trixy, are you alright? I'll give you another pillowcase and everything. Alright?" I asked as I crouch down to her level, so I'm looking in her huge eyes.

"Would youz?" She cried loudly. I don't fucking understand why house elves cry so much when someone's being nice! It doesn't make sense.

"Yes, Trixy." I smiled lighly. "I get a nice lavender one for you. Is that alright?"

She nodded uncontrollably and sobbed some more. There we go again with the fucking crying! What the hell?

I zoomed upstairs and searched through Mother's linen closet. I really hoped there was a lavender pillowcase. Why did I say lavender, of all colors? It's a girly color and I hate Lavender Brown. Ugh, consentrate Draco. Find a lavender pillowcase.

Black...no.

Pink...no. Why didn't I say pink?

Orange...no. Why does Mother have so many exotic colored pillowcases?

Khaki...no. Did I just say Khaki? That just sounds like a chic color.

Purple...no- Wait, that's close enough to lavender, right? Damn, I hope so. I don't need a crying -even more- house elf.

Racing back down the stairs, I tripped over the lose floorboard and fell to the floor. Painful memories invaded my mind.

...FLASHBACK...

"Narissa," Father screeched from the top of the stairs. Mother was upstairs cleaning."Why haven't you cleaned the bedroom?"

"I-I'm sorry, L-Lucius. I-I haven't made it to the b-bedroom yet." Mother stuttered uncontrollably in reply.

"Well," He hissed. "You are not going to be able to even walk when I'm through with you." He smacked her hard across the face and repeatedly punched and kicked her.

I had been in my room with my door cracked open, peering out. I saw him throw Mother down the stairs and she crumbled on the floor; withering in agony.

...END FLASHBACK...

I sucked in a breath and stared at my surroundings. I wasn't in my room as a terrified twelve year old. I was on the floor where my mother had been six years ago; with house elves crowding around my head.

Trixy, Smitty, and Dibs were hovering over me with concerned expressions.

"Here's your new pillowcase, Trixy." I wheezed and then coughed. The dust that I had stirred when I fell, was now circulating through out the room.

"Thank youz, Mr. Malfoy, sirz. Thank youz!" Trixy took it and ran into the kitchen. She ran back in with her new pillowcase on and an envelope.

"From Hogwarts, sirz." She handed it to me. The familiar Hogwarts seal was on the back and I traced my fingers over it slowly. I've missed Hogwarts. I've missed Quidditch. Most of all, I've missed the sense of...home. The sense of purpose.

Quickly unwrapping it, I read it over:

Mister Draco Malfoy, I'm thrilled to welcome you back to your final year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Your supply list is below.

I scanned it over. We must have Hagrid back as a Professor because I saw a book called Our Beloved Monsters.

I continued:

I also have the honor of claiming you Hogwarts' Head Boy. Your second will be Miss Granger. If you have any question and/or concerns, please owl me. Yours truly, Headmaster McGonagall.

No fucking way. I'm Head Boy with Granger. Granger! The filthy Mudblood!

I guess, maybe, I'm more confused. I mean, I'm sure Dumbledore decided this, because I'm positive that McGonagall would never have made me Head Boy. She hates me. But, why would Dumbledore choose me? He was a Potter lover! I'm a Death Eaters son who probably causes the school issues by just walking it.

I need to talk to McGonagall. Now.