Chapter 11

Draco had his things packed in a small little school bag. He didn't need to take his trunk, just some money, his owl, clothes and the rest of those kinds of things. He had done a spell to hide the bruises on his face, but before he left he found himself in Sues office asking her to hit him one last time. She gave him what he wanted by breaking an oil lamp cross his face and giving him a kiss good bye.

Re-hiding everything Draco headed for the train stain. He was spending christmas with his new 'family' after all. He knew everyone knew he was staying with the Wesley's, he also know Potter and Granger were going to be there too. If he hadn't learned he didn't deserve friends and a loving family he would have been very upset, but now he didn't feel anything at all. Finding a cart he settled in.

No one would join him all his old friends stop talking to him after his mother died. He had tried once to talk to his so called best-friend Blaise Zabini it was kind of sad really. He'd said hi to the kid, Zabini said hi back and then 'oh look at the time bye' he took off running as fast as he could away form Draco. Draco didn't eat in the dinning hall anymore either, he took his meals alone in the kitchen with the house elves. After everything that had happened in the first month Draco found he had no one really, he just got a whole lot of pity from people. Never and love or care from people that where faking it.

Now as he watched the trees go by he wondered why he had ever thought otherwise. Sighing he touched his face where a fresh cut was. 'This is the only thing that's real in my life.' He missed his mother, but he entirely begun to believe she was dead and the other doll he saw was just something Sue had used to fuck with his mind. He had checked all 798 or whatever it was of her dolls and not a single one of them looked like his mother. He wanted so badly to believe other wise, but in his heart he knew the truth.

The train ride went by so slowly Draco thought if he got off and run he'd get there faster. When the train finally pulled into the stain he could see all the parents' waiting for their kids. He watched as the kids would run off the train and into there parents arms. Smiling; laugh and saying how much they'd missed each other. The longing in his heart seemed too grown as he watched. He remembered being one of those kids running into his mothers arms with joy at the siight of her. He closed his eyes pretending just for the moment she was out there waiting for him.

"Are you getting off or not?" A womens voice said from the doorway. He turned to see the train snack lady standing there glaring at him. Picking up his bag he walked passed her wishing he could say 'no take me to the next stop' but he know that was just plain silly. As soon as he stepped on the platform he felt all eyes on him. He could hear people whispering about how pathetic he had become since his mother died as well. Moving his bag to his shoulder he made his way through the crowed toward the exit. 'Maybe I can sneak out of here before it's too late. I could sleep in the park or something.' His plan to run off were cut sort by a red hair fat woman.

"There you are I was began to think you missed the train." Molly Wesley said wearily "Come along now Draco everyone is waiting for us at the car." Draco kicked himself for not running to the exit. He followed relocked behind her to a small blue car where the golden trio, little Weasley and their father was waiting. "Every body get in we'll be late for Fred and Gorges arrival home."

No one said anything to him as they piled into the car when Mrs. Wesley called out their names. "Mr. Wesley and myself up front of chose, then Ron, sit behind your father, Ginny sit next to Ron, Harry next to Ginny, Hermione you're next." Molly put a hand on Draco shoulder. "Are you going to carry that with you or put it in the back?"

"I'll keep it with me." Draco said hoping as soon as he had a chance he could take it and run. (His owl was already in the back taking a nap.) She nodded her head and pushed him into the car. Everyone in the back glared at him 'I don't want me to be here either.' He growled to himself clutching his little bag to his chest and staring out the window.

"Now Draco you'll be staying in Bills old room. He couldn't make it this year so you'll have it all to yourself." Mrs. Weasley had said it sounding as if what she saying was a bad thing. It was the first good thing Draco had heard in 3 months.

Draco began to wonder how long it would be before someone hit him or threatned him or something like that. He know he deserved it when Sue hit him, but Sue atleast kissed him afterwards and called him her dolly. Some how those things had become oddly comforting to him. He didn't know if it was because those had been the best moments he had had since his mother's death or what, but he wished he was with her instead of with them. Atleast she cared about him in some shape, size, or form. Sure it was a sick and insane kind of caring, but it was still more then he was getting any where else.

As the car turned off the road and drove up to an old broken down looking house Draco felt some kind of connection with the building. Like him no one cared enough about it to give it a make over, or take the time to clean it off and see that under all the old tiles was a pretty little house.

"Oh look there already here." Mrs. Wesley sighed from the front set. Two of her boy's where having a snow ball fight outside of the house. When the car came too a stop the two boy's run over to greet there friends and family. Draco stood off too the side waiting for someone to take him to this Bill's old room so he could be alone. He felt a tingling around his face and realized the spell was wearing off. He pulled up his hood to hide his face from everyone. Not wanting to have to answer questions about the cuts and bruises he was sporting.

"Here, help me with this." Mr. Wesley said to him as he opened the trunk of the car. Draco didn't want to bring attention to himself, so he helped the man pull out everyone's stuff. "Thanks for the hand Draco." Draco picked up his owl who was hooting at him.

Draco nodded and felt his stomach turn Mr. and Mrs. Wesley kept calling him by his first name and it just felt so wrong to him. He wasn't one of there kids or a family member, he didn't care what anyone said, he was a Malfoy not a Weasley damn it! As some part of him wanted to retaliate another smarter part of him told him to just shut the hell up and take it. He felt one of his cuts bleeding as he shut the trunk of the car.' Great just what I need.'

"Come along Draco I'll show you to your room." Mrs. Wesley said as the others scrambled to pick up their stuff and get inside. Draco kept his head down trying to hide the fact that his face was cut up and bleeding. He felt ashamed of himself for asking to be hit, but he lost everything and he knew he deserved it all, but something about it didn't feel right. "Here you go, feel free to use the dresser, its empty"

The room had nothing in it, but a bed and a dresser. Draco put his pet down along with his bag and said a 'thank you' to Miss. Wesley. Once she had left him alone he shut the door. Letting (If his owl has another name I am sorry I don't know it so I made one up) Sekken out of his cage. Sekken stretched his wings before perching on top of his cage.

"Sorry mate, I'll let you outside in just a moment." He dropped his hood looking at his reflection in the iced over window. Two of his cuts where bleeding all down the side of his face. He sighed opening his bag and pulling out a handkerchief holding it to the cuts to stop the bleeding. Sekken hooted at him to open the window. Draco opened it for him and out he went into the sky and off to wherever he wished.

Looking down he could see all the Wesley kids playing in the snow. Hermione and Ginny were making a snowman together. While Harry and the Weasley boy's had a snow ball fight. Draco found himself watching Hermione roll a large snowball up a little hill toward Ginny. He wanted to go outside and help her roll it. He wanted to run throw the snow, roll down the hill and just be a kid. But they wouldn't want him out there and they sure as hell wouldn't want him around them.

When Hermione looked up at the window he was watching her from, he shut it. Stepping back form the scene he touched his face. 'This is the only thing in my life that's real' picking up his and he cased the hiding spell. He then stuffed his handkerchief in his front pocket before opening the door to his room. He missed his mother, his house, his fake friends, and his old life. If a Malfoy could kill themselves he would have, but unfortunately he would just have to what for Sue to do it for him. She had almost killed him the night before, but when he passed out from lack of air, she kicked, him making him awake and take in some air.

He had bruises all around his neck, but with his turtleneck no one saw them. He could hear someone coming toward his room. He sure everything was hidden form view he turned to the door. Granger stood in the doorway in her pink snow jacket and hat. Draco felt some part of him move, she look really cute. "What do you wont?" He snapped feeling venruble.

"I thought you might like to come outside and join me for a snowball fight or something." She smiled at him and Draco couldn't help but smirk back at her.

"Sure why not."