"Ho-how?" She stammered not being able to form a proper sentence. She was too shocked. It took her several seconds to even realised the blonde was still walking to the house and hadn't stopped. "Draco!" She called not bothering to pick up her clothes as she ran after him. He couldn't reveal something like that and then just walk off. Unfortunately the closer Mia got, the worse it looked. "Stop, Draco please talk to me" Miraculously that did make him stop, and turn around, which in all honesty was a nicer sight than his back.

"Talk about what?" " He questioned, "You wanted to know, you were so determined to know. So I told you-"

"Showed me, actually" She said cutting him off, "You didn't tell me anything" Draco gave her a small shrug, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on her "Who did that?" She tried again, it definitely couldn't have been an accident. Who would do such a thing to anyone? Sure, Draco could be annoying and arrogant at ties, but nobody deserved that.

"Who do you think?" Well, personally Mia couldn't think of anyone that would do that. Only one person slightly came to mind, and even from she'd seen she didn't think he was capable of that...

"Your father?" Surely that wouldn't be right. It couldn't be. Unfortunately the older boy gave another shrug, shoving his hands into his damp jeans pockets. His next words making her want to shake some sense that he was clearly lacking into him,

"It's no big deal Mi" No big deal? Was he mad? ! Moving behind him and taking another look at his back, she came to the conclusion he was Infact mad. As she lightly ran her fingertips across the many scars covering from his shoulders to waist, her 'mad' theory was backed up when she noticed a fairly recent set. Honestly she didn't know which was worst. The fact someone would do such a thing to a child, or the fact it was still going on.

"When were these from?" She asked, brushing her hand over the new set. Draco winced slightly but didn't move away, pausing for a moment, thinking

"Around a week ago" Mia didn't understand how he could act so normal about it all. It was far beyond normal, or right, or even legal. Why hadn't he told someone? He'd seemed to have had enough of her questioned however, and started back towards the house. His clothes were no longer dripping, so it would be easy to get up to his room and lock the door from the outside world. Except Mia wasn't about to let him do that.

Quickly pulling on her skirt and top, the younger girl took off after him, once again catching up before he'd managed to reach the house. But before she was able to speak he'd already started,

"Just forget it. Please Mia." Reluctantly she gave a small nod. Honestly she didn't think she could ever 'just for it', but the look on Draco's face… He seemed so exasperated. And to think, the worst thing Mia hated about how she looked was that stupid green streak in her hair. Her frown deepened at how vain he must think she was.

As they walked into the house, the younger girl stopped dead as Narcissa and Lucius came around the corner and entered the kitchen. She wasn't sure how to react now with her new found information. Part of her wanted to use curses she shouldn't even know on him, but the look on his face as he noticed his son's back was on display made her decide otherwise. It was times like this she was glad the term 'if looks could kill' was only an expression.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy" she said attempting to break the tension in the room without having to talk to Mr. Malfoy.

"Hello darling, and I've already told you to call me Narcissa." The younger girl gave a slight nod before continuing,

"We were just swimming in the lake, but I think we really need to go get change now" she offered the older woman a sweet smile, before walking past them. She vaguely heard Lucius' comment to his son as Draco followed her lead and left the room, though she didn't like it one bit.

"I'll deal with you later" Hopefully later would never come.

Mia waited until they were safely away from the kitchen, before falling into step with the older boy. It was suddenly so clear why he acted the way he did. And no one else- besides his parents obviously, seemed to know. But as they continued back to the bedrooms, she couldn't figure out one thing,

"Why doesn't your mother do anything about it?" A small frown spread over the platinum blondes features at her words,

"Like what?" Now it was time for Mia to frown. She hadn't thought it through really had she. What would Narcissa be able to do? She was his wife, but Mia doubted he listened to her, and it was obvious who was more powerful.

A/N: It might take me a little longer to get chapters up as I have G.C.S.E's coming up so revision is necessary, thanks for reading and please review Z-Nugget xx