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Chapter 13

In a sad attempt to ignore the question Draco tried to put Sekken in his cage. Which was a little bit of a fight, but once he was inside he seemed to calm down. During the fight everyone in the house had ran to see why Mrs. Wesley had screamed. Draco heard her telling someone to get her first aid kit and to sterilize a needle. Sighing Draco put the cage on top of the dresser and closed the cage door.

"Here Draco hold this to you're face, it's to dark in this room for me to fix that up." Wesley said as she handed Draco a towel. "Charlie will you do a spell to clean the blood up?" Charlie came into the room nodding

"Dad has everything all set up down stairs, what happened anyways?" He asked looking form his mother to Draco who was holding the towel to his face.

"That's a good question he still hasn't answered." She said taking hold of Draco arm and pulling him down the stairs. "You can tell me why I get a better look at that." He had less then two minutes to come up with a reason for his face to be all cut up. It wouldn't be hard to say Sekken did it, but he hated to blame his owl for something he didn't do. Sekken was like family to him and a Malfoy never blames family. "Sit down and let me take a look." Mrs. Wesley said as the got to the bottom step. All eyes where on him as he took a set.

"So Draco what happened, did your owl get you?" Molly asked as she removed the towel. Draco heard a few gasps from the on lookers. He had to make a choice now, or he was going to be in the proverbial hot set.

"I…um… I don't know." He said as she wiped the blood off his cheek. She only raised an eye brow at him, but didn't press him further. Draco saw Granger sit down on the other side of the table. She looked at his wounds closely. Mrs. Wesley made a loud sighing noise.

"I was afraid of this." Draco looked up at her unsure of what she meant. "I'm going to have to stitch them up. He got you real good and deep. Ginny, honey, would you tend to dinner for me?" Ginny Weasley got up form her chair.

"Yes mother" She said as she walked by taking a look at Draco's cuts more closely. As she walked into the kitchen everyone else got closer, sitting at the table and getting a better look at his face.

"Damn that owl went to down on you." Fred or George said Draco wasn't sure which one it was. Even Potter made a little face like he was thinking 'Ow that had to hurt.'

"Get what you deserve." Ron sneered at him a little louder then he meant to because his mother pulled him right out of his seat and smacked his bottom. She had been making something to numb Draco skin where she'd be sewing him up at the time, but stopped as soon as it come out of Ron's month.

"That will be enough out of you young man." She said sending him off to the living room to be embarrassed all alone. "Alright Draco, this will hurt at first, but after a minute, you won't feel a thing." She smiled at him before going to place the ointment on his skin. She stopped short making a face of wonder. "Fred get me a hair brush, I need to pull his hair back. Hermione dear, do you have a hair tie?"

Granger reached into her pocket pulling out a blue hair tie. "I have this one on me" She said holding it out to Mrs. Weasley, Fred had found a hair brush for his mother. Mrs. Weasley brushed his hair back and tied it so it'd be out of the way. She seemed to be thinking about something as she moved around to face him.

"Draco take off your shirt." Draco's eyes widened in utter horror, he couldn't do that if they thought the little cuts on his face where bad they die if they saw what he was hiding under his shirt! No matter what happened there was no way he was taking off his shirt.

"NO!" He hollered as he jumped out of the chair. If they hadn't be staring before they were now. Miss. Weasley only seemed annoyed with him. She walked around the table and placed a hand on his shoulder pushing him down into the chair.

"One of those cuts is too far down your neck for me to get to. It will take too long and make more of a mess for you to change your shirt, besides that shirt need to be washed asap." Draco wrapped his arms around his body holding tightly to his shirt.

"No" He snapped

"Draco either you're going to take your shirt off willingly or I will remove it for you." Mrs. Weasley said folding her arms over her chest and giving him a hard stare. He gave her a hard stare back and shock his head 'no' "Why won't you remove your shirt, are you that shy?" She asked tapping her foot and getting to the end of her patience.

Draco won't answer he just held on to his shirt as if it where his life line. Molly Weasley sighed and made a wall of books around the two of them a part of the table. "Now will you take off your shirt?" He shock his head 'no' the women sighed shock her head and pick up the ointment she then placed it on his cuts she could get too.

Draco held onto his shirt while the first 3 cuts where stitched up. Once Mrs. Weasley had gotten to the fourth one Draco believed she had given up trying to remove his shirt. She had two more cuts on his face too go and the one on his neck which he hoped she would just leave alone. They must have been in there for at lest an hour because Ginny called that dinner was ready. Mrs. Weasley leaned out of the wall of books to talk to her daughter. "I have three more, and we'll be done in here."

"Just forget about the one on my neck." Draco said trying to make the women see it his way.

"Not a chance Mr. the one on your neck is the worst one of them all." She then went back to work. Draco didn't feel a thing as she stitched up the cuts. Whatever she had put on his skin had done the trick. The next two cuts went by fast so all that was left was the one on his neck. She didn't even give him a warning she just pulled out her wand and used as removal spell which made his shirt disappear. Draco gave out a yelp as he throw his arms around his body.

It was too late and his scars where to abundant for him to hide from her. "Oh, you poor child!" She actually began to cry before she wrapped him up in a big hug. Draco could hear Mr. Weasley and the others asking her what was the matter, but Molly didn't answer them. "Arthur go get Draco a new shirt." She whispered to her husband through the book wall. "Just lean your head to the side Draco this won't take long, after dinner I'll get to the rest of them." Draco couldn't help the tears that seemed to found there way to his eyes he was so ashamed of himself it hurt.