Chapter 2
Draco's POV
When running through the forest he became more beast than man and he let the wolf take over and embraced every sound and feeling.
The ground was soft beneath his paws as he ran and the taste of blood from his kill was heavy and warm on his tongue, he knew that was going to disgust him when he changed back but right now it was enticing.
He slowed from his run when a familiar scent filled his nose. It was not the scent of the usual prey that filled the forest but something different.
His wolf was in total control as it stalked the unfamiliar prey.
He crouched low as he approached silently watching from the darkness. His prey stopped moving as if sensing his presence and so with a low growl he stalked into the clearing.
His prey was lanky with raven hair and skin dripping with sweat. He could almost taste his fear on his tongue. The green eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated from terror as his prey caught sight of his massive form.
Though something was stopping him from attacking.
It was those eyes. Those forest green eyes that never left his.
He knew this boy that scent was familiar and he had looked into those eyes before. Who was he?
His wolf was close now and he could feel his teeth being bared into a snarl, he was going to attack if he didn't take control. But it was hard when he was in the middle of a hunt and to come out of that mindset especially when his wolf wasn't finished with the hunt was difficult.
"Please" the boy whispered barely audible but it's enough.
It brings Draco back into control and snaps him into reality.
Shit, he almost attacked Harry freaking Potter.
He took one last look at those green eyes before turning tail and running far away from the boy who made him forget who he was if only for a minute.
When he reached the outskirts of the forest he allowed himself to change back to his human form and quickly get into the robes he stashed there before his run.
How could he have let that happen; Harry Potter saw his wolf and there was no turning back.
This was really fucking bad; he can't believe he lost so much control. He could have hurt him. What if he hadn't spoken? He might have killed him.
"oh god, oh god" he panted in fear at what he had almost done.
He snapped into a sanding position when he heard movement from behind and blended into the shadows when Potter came racing past with his robes whipping around him as he came out of the forest. He didn't even pause for breath before making his way towards the school.
Draco waited until Harry had made it inside before he allowed himself to leave the shelter of the forest and make his may quickly back to the castle.
He paused when he reached the doors, looking over his shoulder at the full moon that now seems to be mocking him for his foolishness before sipping inside and letting the doors shut with a resounding thud.
Harry's POV
Harry only allowed himself to stop running when he was back in his dormitory and only when he was under the covers of his bed did he start breathing again.
Holy Merlin, what in the hell just happened?
One minute he was looking death in the face, literally, as a giant wolf was ready to eat him and the next he was standing alone in a clearing wondering if he had imagined it all.
Though that didn't stop him from turning back the way he came and running for the hills.
What was that? It couldn't be normal for a wolf to give up its prey so easily.
When it had stalked towards him, staring him down he had thought for an insane minute that he recognised those grey eyes, though where from he couldn't say.
The wolf was definitely not normal; it was larger than the wolves that hunted in the forest.
The white blond colour of its coat was also an enigma, that colour was not found in any wolves on this continent.
He tried to calm his still racing heart, trying to make sense of what he had seen.
He jolted with understanding, wait a hot second; he had totally forgotten the whole reason why he was in the forest in the first place. Malfoy.
He realised that it was too much of a coincident that he saw Malfoy go into the forest and then a wolf confronts him with his same eyes and a coat the exact shade of his hair.
He knew he had seen those eyes before, just this morning at breakfast when they had captured his.
Could Malfoy have gone through an illegal Animagus transformation? Would he really go that far? Risk so much.
He calmed his racing thoughts, jumping rashly to conclusions would get him nowhere. He would do more investigation on Malfoy tomorrow and get answers and find out if the self-proclaimed prince of snakes is running around in the darkness as a wolf.
Aching and tired to the bone he managed to slip into unconsciousness easily and the nightmares that normally lay in wait were nowhere to be seen.