Hello my loyal FanFic followers! :) How are you guys doing? ...That's good! I've been getting a lot of requests for more updates! It is truly remarkable how effective your guys' comments are! (I sounded super smart in that last sentence...giggle) Well here is the thirteenth chapter of Differences...

Chapter Thirteen

Draco's Point of View

That little bitch.

How dare she do this to me! Mess with my feelings then completely ignore me.

Who the hell does that?

I mean she fucking kisses me, then she decides to run off-once again-and ignore me!

Who the hell does she think she is?

Ugh, she is so irritating! She needs to get her feelings in check. I don't like-like girls very often. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever liked a girl past a shag. So, this was a fucking honor for Granger. She should not be screwing with me right now!

"Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall's voice sounded behind me, slightly out of breath, "Please follow me."

I didn't question her. Professor McGonagall is almost always business and if she doesn't get her way, you'd better watch out.

She led me to the Headmistress' office and whispered, "Zonko's." Which sure as hell surprised me...I didn't know that she had a sense of humor.

In front of her desk were two maroon, furry chairs which one was occupied by a shaking form.

"Granger," I asked, instantly forgetting my earlier hatred. "Are you okay?"

She didn't make any acknowledgement that she'd heard me, but I knew she had.

I looked at her quivering body and decided something that was most defiantly not a "Draco Malfoy Move".

I ran my fingers through her silky, soft locks and rested it on the side of her face. The growing red blush that spread through her cheeks made me want to jump with glee. She was actually responding to my touch. She hiccupped quickly, causing her body to leap a little in her seat.

"What happened to you?" I asked quietly as McGonangall slipped out of the office, giving us some privacy.

"R-Ron saw us kiss! H-He followed after you I guess. He was y-yelling at me saying how you're the en-enemy. I tried reasoning with h-him, saying that the war was over and we now had no ememies, but he just wouldn't hear it. Then he asked m-me how I could kiss a guy who has tortured me for seven years. That's when I lost it and j-just started b-bawling."

More tears slipped from her gloomy, dark eyes.

I didn't know what to say.

She was lossing her closest friends because of me.

"Granger," I whispered tilting her chin to look at me. "You need to work things out with everyone."

"Who's everyone?" She asked quietly, trying to avert her eyes from mine, but I could now see that the tears in her eyes were gone.

"Potter, Weasley, She-Weasley, and...me," My voice seemed to echo the word the last word in the office. Now it was my turn to look away.

"I'll talk to Harry and Ginny, but I don't know about Ron. Harry actually cares about me. I think I just said he didn't in class because I wanted to make him feel bad. Ron is a whole other story. He likes me as more than a friend. So, he'll be hard. And about the last one. It's up to the both of us to decide where we go with this." Her voice became shaking towards the end. In fear? Sadness? What emotion was it, god dammit?

"Do you want to pursue what we have, Granger? Or do you want to pretend that it didn't happen?" I asked, getting slightly angry that she hadn't given me a straight answer.

"I don't know what I want, Malfoy! I'm not used to being the one to make desicisons! I had only two relationships in my whole bloody life and both guys were the ones to make desicisons!" She replied wearily. Right now, she looked exhausted.

"When you make a bloody desicison, find me!" I replied fiercely before storming out of the room.

I sprinted past McGonangall and out of the Headmistress' quarters. I didn't stop until I got to the Heads' dorms and went straight into my room.

It wasn't decorated at all, except for a picture of me and my mother on the all white nightstand. I had left everything exactly how it was when I walked into it. I didn't want to decorate it green and black because it reminded me too much of home. It hurt to think about home sometimes. The way my mother always walked through the house with a limp because father had always abused her. The way mother flinched with fear when father returned home from work. The way she would bow down to him when he put the Imperious Curse on her.

"Draco," Father had said. "This is the way woman should be treated. They're only a tool for us men to use."

That was when I stopped listening to everything my father had said. That's the moment when I stopped looking up to him and only looked upon my mother. She had told me to always respect woman just how my father hadn't. Even after all the midnight shags with girls, I had yet to disrespect a woman...except for Granger. She's the only girl I've ever been disrespectful toward. With the midnight shag girls, I had always told them straight up that just because we were going to shag did not mean we were a thing. They had agreed and we left each other in a friendly manner afterwards. But with Granger, she just set something off inside me everytime I saw her, causing me to be rude and a smart ass.

What was it about her that made me tick?

Why did she make me act this way toward her?

How could I be so mean to a girl I had feelings for?

I heared the bells chimming from the clock tower. It was time for everyone to head down for dinner.

Would Granger be there?

Wait, did it matter if Granger was there or not?

Who am I kidding? Yes! It matters if she's there!

The Great Hall was practically filled by the time I got there. I took a seat at the very end of the Slytherin table and-much to my surprise-Blaise Zabini took a seat next to me with a slight smile.

"Why are you sitting here?" I asked, confused. He wasn't supposed to be talking to me. His father hated me. "Aren't you band from me?"

He let out a snort, "Yeah, I'm band from you, but I talked to mother and she's going to make sure that father doesn't find out about it. You know how much she loves you."

Mrs. Brandy Zabini did love me. She thought that Blaise and I were just so amazing and well-rounded. Of course, we were totally different people in front of her, but she didn't have to know that.

"What's going on with you and Granger?"

"Nothing's going on with us."

"Really?" He asked hopefully. "So, I can ask her out?"

My eyes widened, "You don't ask people out, Blaise."

"Well, Granger might be an exception. She has been looking smoking hot lately. I mean look at her right now."

Granger was walking into the Great Hall in a new uniform; assuming that her other one was wrinkled. She had her hair in a ponytail and it reached her mid-back, right above her bra strap. She wasn't crying and more and she looked perfectly fine, except for that little crease between her eyebrows.

She took a seat next to Ginny and she hugged her nice and tight. Ginny was whispering-probably apologies-and Harry clutched her free hand in his and he always began saying apologies.

"She's taken." I told Blaise instantly.

"By who?"

"I don't know, but she told me she's taken." I lied smoothly. I'd always been a great liar.

Just as I told him that, Granger held up her hands and got up from them table. A lot of people stared at her as she made her way to the Slytherin table. She stopped right next to me and whispered in my ear, "We need to talk." Her breath hit my ear causing me to shiver with delight. "I've made my decision."