Chapter 9

Hermione was out right horrified at what he had done. First he had kissed her and then he had wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder! She would have screamed, hit him and told him to 'never do that again even if you're dying!' But she was afraid he might try and do something more to her. Hermione held her breath, hoping someone would come in to the room and soon.

Malfoy hadn't moved a bit scince he made himself comfortable. He was making a soft breathing noise almost like he was snoring but not quite. 'What snoring? Is he asleep?' She moved a little to get a look at his face. Sure enough he had fallen asleep on her. With a slit grumble she laid him down in the bed and covered him up. Grabbing her things, she ran to her bed and spent the rest of the night glaring at him. Madam Pomfrey had let her leave first thing that morning with the promise she wouldn't tell a soul about Malfoy and what had transpired in the hospital wing that night. (Hermione felt a little angry because that meant she couldn't tell anyone he kissed her either. Now only she and Malfoy would know it happened.)

(Draco POV)

It was around noon when he first opened his eyes. He felt like crap as he climbed out of the bed. He allowed his body time to awaken more before standing. He had a big day ahead of him after all. He had so much to do he didn't know where to start. He would find out who his guardian was now that his mother was…. He had to find Twila and find out if she had …. He also had business to run and school work to do and a… a funeral to plan.

No matter how many times he said it in his head it just didn't seem real to him. He couldn't recall most of the day before and some parts of the night ware not clear either. Draco didn't think he was ready for what this life of his held, but he wasn't about to kill himself. A Malfoy never kills themselves, they what for someone else to do it for them.

Once dressed Draco made his way too the Medi-witch's desk. She smiled at him a weak smile of pity no less. "May I leave?" He asked hoping she'd say yes. The woman was known to be over protective of some of the students. He was never one of them of course, but last night might have changed that.

"Are you sure you feel up to it Mr. Malfoy?" She asked softly, he nodded his head yes. "All right then, but if at anytime you need to get away form everyone or you just want to talk to someone come on back here, okay?"

"Yes ma'am" He said before walking out the doors and into the halls, he had decided to go have a little talk with Ms. Twila it was time for one of two things to happen. He was either going to kill her or be killed, he just wanted some answer first. As he walked into the dark arts room Sue Twila picked up her wand and licked it.

"I was wondering when you show up." She said with a sickly sweet tone.

"What did you do with my mother?" He growled at her pointing his wand at her head. She got up from her desk with a sigh.

"I didn't do anything really." She smiled "You're mother may not be dead." This caught Draco off guard giving Sue Twila time to hit him with a spell. The spell made him shrink to the point he was eye level with Sue's shoes. She picked him up off the floor and hugged him to her chest. "Oh what a pretty dolly! We're going to play house and have tea, but first it's time to change dolly's clothes."

Draco couldn't move his body as Sue carried him around the room singing and dancing like a child. She pulled out the outfits the two of them had picked out and began to sort through them. "Oh this one is cute or no maybe this one." She giggled as she sorted through them. She finely settled on a blue robe with a tall pointed hat and cap. The whole outfit had a pattern of purple lighting on it. She removed his clothes letting her finger play with his bare skin.

Draco felt cold as she rubbed his manhood and turned him over to give him a speaking. It took her a few minutes to put him in the new clothes. Once he was dressed she held him in front of a mirror and if Draco could have screamed he would have. Sue Twila had turned him into a DOLLY!

As Sue Twila played house with her new dolly, her new dolly spotted an oddly familuar old dolly. His eyes ran over the back of the doll as it was turned away form him. 'That dress it….it looks like my mother favorite dress." Sue put him down in a chair when there was a knock at her door. Draco tried to move his doll body but couldn't. The doll in his mother dress had white blonde hair like his and she was shaped like his mother too.

"He was here, but he left." Sue was saying to someone. Draco tried to use his esp. to cry for help, but he didn't have any control over it making his effort useless. He heard Sue sigh and come back over to him. She picked up the other doll and put it in her desk draw locking it up. She then picked Draco up and hugged him the rocked him like a baby. "Dolly I am going to tell you something before I send you on your way." She undressed him and put him back in his cloths. "I not saying she's dead and I am not saying she is alive. But if she isn't you'll want to keep me happy to keep her that way. Now go to the headmaster office he wants to talk to you." She released Draco form the spell and sent him on his way.

Draco took his book bag and slowly walked away. Noting where Sue locked the other doll. He would find out if it was his mother or not, but until then he was under Sue Twila's control. Draco had felt sick leaving without know for sure, but in his heart he hoped to the gods the other dolly was his mother.

The headmaster wanted to tell him he didn't have to worry about planning the funeral and if at anytime he felt overwhelmed he could go to the hospital wing to relax. He then proceeded to tell Draco they were having trouble finding out who his guardians were. It appeared his parents hadn't picked any out for him the headmaster was trying to contacted any friends or distant relatives he had, but they where not having much luck. "As soon as we have found out I will let you know Mr. Malfoy."

The next time Draco was called into the headmaster office it was Nov, 13. It had taken the almost three months to find someone related to Draco to take him in for a year. During that time he had been raped, beaten and turned into a doll on every weekend. He also couldn't find where Sue had moved his dolly mother. One of the worst parts was there had been talk of him having to live in a orphanage if no one would take him until he was 18.

The headmaster had told him if that happened he would have to work out something with the orphanage and his account before he could return to Hogwarts 7th year. Now as he took a seat in front of the headmaster Draco heart raced. One of two thing was about to happen. Someone he didn't know was going to take him in until he was 18 or he was going to be put in an orphanage.

"As you know Mr. Malfoy I have been looking for someone related to you're family and willing to take you in for a year. Well it took some doing, but a very distant cousin on your mother side of the family has agreed to take you in." He smiled at Draco as if it was the best thing he ever heard. Draco however still felt sick to his stomach.

"Who is she? Do I know her? Does she have a family? Wha…" The headmaster raised his hand to stop Draco.

"I know you have a lot of question Mr. Malfoy, but I can't answer them all." He smiled softly "I can tell you that you do know this women and her family. Mr. Malfoy your guardian is Molly Weasley." Draco felt his heart stop at the headmaster words.

'Man can't anything go my way this life time?' He thought as the old man went on to tell him he would be spending Christmas with them just so he could get used to there lifestyle and their rules. Draco couldn't believe his luck he would have been better off in the orphanage. Now he had almost two months to get ready for his life among the poor and with a family he had been fighting with as long as he could recall. With his luck he would end up being there slave as some sick form of revenge against him and his family.