Please enjoy Chapter 3! Sorry for any mistakes

Draco had no intent on getting up or even going to lessons that morning but as he had transfiguration, a class his grades weren't good in, he had to make an effort. It was his second lesson so he could just miss his first and that was what he was going to do. He also had potions that day, lesson 3. He could ask Snape for a healing potion... Draco mentally scolded himself for even thinking that. He couldn't let anyone know and Snape would definitely see through any lie he would come up with. He lay in bed, not daring to move. Moving would make the pain worse. His stomach growled fiercely at him, demanding food. He hadn't really eaten anything for around 24 hours which made him smile a little.

The minutes went by as Draco pondered whether or not to get up. He looked over at his clock and noticed lesson 2 would be starting in 10 minutes. He cursed and threw the covers off him resulting in a surge of pain in his back. He cursed again and hissed as he got into an upright position. He got out of bed which was a small achievement in itself. Getting dresses was not pleasant. A part of him wanted to look in the mirror and inspect the damage but another part of him refused, he did not want to start crying right before a lesson which he was going to be late for if he didn't hurry up. Draco, as quickly as he could, gathered the necessary books and stationery and headed to transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall waited patiently as the students filed into her class. Draco shuffled in, dragging his feet along looking at the ground. Every step was torture. He had no idea how he was going to get through the lesson, let alone the rest of the week. He sat down in his usual spot with great discomfort. He tried ever so hard to concentrate and listen to what the professor was explaining but all he could think about was how much pain his sore body was in.

"Mr Malfoy?"

Draco snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called by McGonagall.

"You better be paying attention. Your grades are already suffering." She was right. His grades were worsening every lesson. A few other students sniggered at him getting told off for spacing out. Draco scowled and glared, trying his best to ignore them.

Luckily, McGonagall returned to what she was saying and the lesson carried on. Draco wrote down a few things but nothing that was significantly important. Some reading homework was set before the lesson ended. Draco got up and left for his next lesson, potions.

As he entered the classroom, he tried not to look at Snape. It was tempting to ask him for help but he had to just grin and bare it. He couldn't risk it. If his father found out that someone knew, he would beat Draco until he didn't remember his own name. Besides, Snape was a good friend of his father's and probably already knew that he got beaten. Damn, for all he knew, he would probably hit him as well. The thought made Draco shiver. He couldn't take another beating, not right now.

Snape's voice echoed through the room, ordering everyone to turn to a specific page in their book. He babbled on about this, that and the other but Draco took no notice. Snape told them to write something, Draco wasn't exactly sure what but he started writing something based on the page he was on. Snape sat at his desk, overlooking his class. One pupil caught his eye, it was Draco. He could tell by the way he was sitting, by the way he looked that there was something very off about the boy. For the rest of the lesson Snape focused on Draco, worry building up the more he watched the boy who looked like he was going to keel over any minute. Snape stood up getting ready to collect the students' work. One by one he picked up the work, quickly skimming over the work before picking up the next. Draco's work was the last to be collected. Snape inspected the poor piece of writing as he walked back to his desk and placed them in a neat pile, ready to be marked. Draco knew he had done appallingly. He knew he should be punished for his pathetic effort.

The lesson ended and students quickly got up and left for the next lesson. Before Draco could leave Snape called him back. He gulped and walked up to his professor with his heart beating rapidly. Snape looked down at him with quite an angry face. He picked up Draco's paper to show the boy what he was being called back for.

"Detention at 7:45 here. You will re-write this under my supervision"

Draco nodded and walked quickly away from his disappointed professor to his next lesson which was DADA. Snape watched him leave and felt a responsibility as his head of house to figure out what was going on with the poor boy.