Blaise had to tell off a couple of passersby students, but they got to the head's office without difficulty. 
                              
"I'll wait out here for you, Dray."
                              
"Alone?"
                              
"No one I care about is up this early. And I'm sure Malcolm went crying already, I'd rather not face the headmistress... unless you want me to come?"
                              
"I'll be alright. Be careful," Draco said and went up, after giving the gargoyle the password. 
                              
Draco started shaking the moment he was out of Blaise's sight. He had only been in the office once, and it was only going to freak him out more now that both Dumbledore and Snape's portraits were in there. McGonagall was a force to be reckoned with, even without all the other heads looking down at him. He knocked quietly on the inner door to the office.
                              
"Enter."
                              
Draco pushed the door open, his hands barely cooperating. He glanced at the desk, but wouldn't meet the headmistress's eyes.
                              
"Come in, Mr. Malfoy. Have a seat," she said, briskly.
                              
Draco did as she commanded, still keeping his eyes on the floor. His spine was hunched over, frozen.
                              
"Straighten up, Mr. Malfoy, and look at me," she ordered.
                              
Draco slowly unbent his back, but his spine felt like it was fused. He then lifted his trembling eyes to the studious eyes of the battle commander of Hogwarts. It hurt and he couldn't keep it up very long.
                              
"Better. You are where you belong, Draco. I realize it is going to be difficult at first, but it should quiet down. Now, your courses. I have it from the Wizengamot that you must take all the courses you were in last year. They will not let you drop any courses."
                              
Draco just nodded to show he understood. He figured that. His sight drifted downwards, again.
                              
"You also need to take the three night courses. I know this will be a burden, as well, but if it is too much, I will re-evaluate that requirement."
                              
Draco nodded, wanting no part of speaking in her presence. He kept his eyes on the grand mahogany desk in front of her.
                              
"Draco... I am concerned about your well-being. Look at me," she asked, again. 
                              
He trembled more as he lifted his eyes, again. He couldn't help but shrink under her gaze. Draco could only look for a more few seconds before he wretched his eyes away and they automatically filled with tears.
                              
"Have a biscuit, Mr. Malfoy," she said, pushing the tin toward him. He slowly took one and took a small bite. "I want you to go see Madam Pomfrey, right after this. You've been under a lot of physical and mental stress. She may be able to help you. This is not a request."
                              
Draco nodded again.
                              
"I did not invite you back here to be hurt, Draco. I want you to get your education, not be further traumatized. If any student is harassing you, I want you to come to me... for anything. Do you understand? In words, if you would please."
                              
"Y-Yes, ma'am," he whispered.
                              
"Your mother sent me an owl, last night... with a wand," she said and set it in front of him.
                              
Draco grimaced and took his mother's wand. He didn't really think it would work, but at least he had tried.
                              
"She said you didn't want to take it, as you don't have one, but she said that she insists you have it. I'm going to have to agree with her. I could petition the scholarship fund to assist you in acquiring a wand of your own."