Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did. Believe me.

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I've been very tired and stressed lately so I haven't have a lot of time to write :(

Warning: There might be a bit of rape in this chapter. Nothing explicit though.


Draco woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. He groaned and closed his heavy gray eyes, wanting to sleep more, but his damn alarm clock kept ringing. He felt sick as the dream he had kept running through his mind. Seeing Harry like that last night had reminded Draco of his own unfortunate incidents, turning them into sick grotesque that haunted his sleep...

-Dream-

Draco at fifteen years old was home at Malfoy Manor for the holidays. He was confined to his room as normal and he bored out of his mind. He was sitting on his great king sized bed with a deck of cards, playing a muggle game called 'solitaire' he pushed his platinum blond hair out of his dull eyes as he set a red nine of hearts onto a black ten of spades. He glanced up when he heard lumbering footsteps coming up the stairs. He recognized the footsteps as those of Fenrir Greyback and looked back to his game.

'Greyback is probably just looking for a house elf to munch on' thought Draco as he rolled his eyes. He was horribly wrong though...

Draco was so engrossed in his game, he didn't even realize that Greyback had come into the room until the lock slid into the locked position with a soft click. Draco snapped his head up immediately, jumping up and sending his cards scattering when he saw Greyback.

"Greyback." sneered Draco in a cold voice, even though he was trembling with fear. Greyback smirked and took slow purposeful steps towards Draco.

"Draco..." he purred, almost seductively in a way that sent shivers down Draco's back.

"Run out of house elves to snack on?" asked Draco sarcastically, but only getting a malicious smirk from Greyback.

"Why no, but I've found something much more interesting to 'snack on'." he chuckled vilely. Draco repressed a shudder and crossed his arms.

"Get out of here, you filthy half breed." said Draco, his voice cold as ice but his stomach twisting in knots. Greyback moved faster than the human eye could see, grabbing Draco's collar and slamming him into the wall.

"Watch your language Malfoy...I am, much more powerful than you could imagine..." he whispered into Draco's ear, his hot breath smelling of rotten flesh and blood.

"Get, your filthy hands, OFF OF ME." demanded Draco, mentally punching himself when his voice cracked. Greyback picked up on the small tone fluctuation and smirked.

"I don't think I will. You're weak Draco. So weak..." he hissed as he ran his dirt crusted nails over Draco's pale cheeks. Draco's heart was racing and he felt fear blossoming in his stomach.

"Unhand me mutt." he ordered, keeping the tough facade up and not letting it waver with the slightest. Greyback simply smirked before licking at Draco's neck, grinning when Draco shuddered in repulsion.

"What the fuck?!" he snapped angrily, feeling as though he might vomit. "Get. away. from me." he said through gritted teeth. Greyback didn't say anything and responded by running his hands lustfully up Draco's body.

"You smell of fear..." he hissed. "I can smell it on you. You reek of it..." he chuckled, slipping his hands under Draco's shirt and rubbing himself against Draco. Greyback was wrong. Draco wasn't afraid. He was downright terrified as Greyback caressed his chest. It was sickening but Draco was paralyzed with fear and couldn't open his mouth or move. Greyback grinned when he saw Draco's terrified eyes. He chuckled and ground himself against Draco, moaning lustfully as he did. Draco could feel Greyback's hard arousal rubbing against him and he wanted to vomit.

"Get off me." he whispered in a shaky voice. Greyback smirked and reached into Draco's pants and grabbed his member, Draco twitching and crying out in fear as he tried to get away.

"It's no use fighting me, you weak, weak boy..." hissed Greyback, groaning in pleasure as he got harder. Draco was utterly horrified and needed to get away.

"Let me go!" he cried tremulously, but Greyback refused to, removing his hand from Draco's pants and grinding against him more, letting out low grunts. Draco shuddered, feeling repulsed as he tried to shove Greyback off with shaking arms. Greyback grabbed his thin wrists and pinned them above Draco's head.

"I told you there was no use fighting." he crooned, grabbing his wand and flicking it at Draco, leaving Draco naked. Greyback spun Draco around roughly and the next thing Draco saw was red, all he could feel was pain and all he could hear was himself screaming...

-End of dream-

Draco opened his eyes, his breathing labored and sweat pouring down his forehead. His entire body was trembling. He had (thank god) blocked the rest of the dream from his memory. He groaned and dropped his head into his hands, itching to cut himself to relieve the pain. He started to reach for his knife but was stopped by Snape's call for breakfast. He groaned in frustration but got up, putting his facade up as he tried to push the haunting dream from his mind.

"Coming Sev!" he yelled before running out the door and down the stairs, Greyback's sick laughter ringing in his ears still...


So we learned a bit about Draco today! How'd you guys like it? Please, I want your honest opinion :D