"Draco, language," Severus spoke after a few minutes of awkward silence.
Harry snorted. Severus was trying to keep Draco from noticing the blush or the scent of embarrassment that had appeared. Though probably Draco couldn't very well tell that the scent that he was smelling was embarrassment in the first place.
Draco glared at him. "Potter?! What are you doing here? We all thought you were dead!"
"First off, I wasn't dead," Harry replied, shrugging.
"I can see that," Draco retorted, still standing in the doorway.
Harry was about to respond when Draco paled and hunched into himself, shoulders folding inward and feet buckling.
"Draco?" Harry said, standing up and walking over to stand before the younger Malfoy. "Is this..."
"Mr. Malfoy?" Severus questioned, standing up too and coming over. Draco bent inward even more, not meeting Harry's eyes at all.
"You're an alpha."
"Yes," Harry said, kneeling to be at eye level with Draco. The younger man was trembling and Harry could smell a lot of fear coming off of him. "Draco, I'm not going to hurt you. I am not Greyback."
Draco finally looked up, eyes wide and skin pale. "I challenged you... Aren't-"
Harry winced, shook his head. "I would never hurt you. Greyback is clearly not sane, making his wolves kneel before him."
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Sane alphas do not order their pack members to actually do... this," Harry said, gesturing to Draco's position. "Look at Severus. He's in my pack and he's not on the floor."
"Not that he would ever actually do that," Harry muttered, glancing at Severus with a fond smile.
"Wait, you're a werewolf?" Draco asked, staring at Severus with wide eyes.
"Draco, you do know that you can smell other werewolves?" Severus asked, glancing to Harry before returning his gaze to Draco. "Did your alpha teach you nothing?"
Draco flinched. "He's taught me nothing outside of always submitting to him. Where do you think I was during this month's full moon?"
Harry winced and Severus studied Draco. "Does your father know about this?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, gesturing to Harry.
Severus snorted. "Draco, as much as it pains me to say this, you can trust Harry."
"Thank you," Harry said, grinning a little.
Draco glanced between the two of them then turned to focus on Harry, standing up as he did.
"Where the fuck have you been then? And why are you so much older?"
"That is a long story," Harry replied then shook his head. "Though on second thought, it's not that long of a story."
"Well?" Draco asked, glaring at him expectantly.
"I can't wait to see the look on..." Draco trailed off, glanced at Harry. "Weasley's face will be so fun to watch."
Harry rolled his eyes, marking an error on an essay that he had been grading as Draco was processing. Severus had gone back down to the dungeons to create a few potions during what was left of the weekend. Harry had caught a look on Severus' face that he hadn't quite been able to decipher when the man had departed.
"You can't tell them," Harry remarked.
Draco stared at Harry, giving him a thorough look. "Did you really mean that I can stay in that room upstairs?"
"What do you think?"
"You hated me before we all thought you were dead," Draco commented.
Harry snorted. "I didn't hate you."
"Fine. You were... annoyed by me."
Harry chuckled before explaining his thoughts.
"Regardless of what I thought before I disappeared, I'm still offering one of the rooms upstairs. You've been outed as a werewolf. I don't know what Slytherins think of werewolves but judging by what the general population thinks and what they thought of Remus back in third year... It might not be a good idea to stay in the dormitories," Harry finished.
Draco nodded then raised an eyebrow. "Would you... Ah, fuck it. You probably wouldn't even consider it. I'll think about your offer."
"What were you about to ask?"
"I... You've probably figured out that Greyback was the one who bit me," Draco remarked quietly.
"Yeah. He was the one who bit me too," Harry replied, hearing Remus and Sirius at the door. "He was also the one who bit your godfather. I assume... Did you want to become a werewolf?"
Draco stiffened, narrowed his eyes and glanced over at the door that led to the various rooms. "No."
Harry nodded and sighed. "Did Voldemort order him to?"
Draco stared at him, eyes wide. "How did you know?"
"Same thing happened with Snape and I was bit during the last task of the tournament fourth year. I certainly didn't ask for it," Harry explained.
"He... ordered Greyback to attack a lot of us," Draco murmured, his fingers curling into claws briefly before relaxing.
"You're safe here. You do know that, right? As I said before, Hogwarts won't let another alpha into the castle. What were you about to ask?"
Draco stared at him, studying for a minute, before apparently finding what he wanted. "Can I join your pack?"
"Are you switching sides?" Harry asked, already knowing he was going to let Draco in but he wanted to know the answer.
"Yes," Draco replied firmly. "The Dark- He wanted me to do something and he had Greyback attack me and my family. I don't want to see him ever again."
"Alright then. Yes, you can. Next full moon, come join us."
"You're letting a Malfoy join the pack?"
Harry saw Draco flinch before he stood up. He reached out a hand to grasp Draco's shoulder and squeeze reassuringly before walking over to the door. "Sirius, stop before you're ahead here. How would you like it if you had Greyback for an alpha?"
Sirius recoiled a little and glanced at Remus, who had come in through the door behind him.
"I have no objections to him joining us," Remus commented, slipping his hand into Sirius' and tugging the other man through the wolf door and up to their room. The house elves had just begun to bring their belongings into the castle an hour ago. The two of them had taken the bigger set of quarters in this section of the castle and Harry could already see that being out of that dusty, gloomy house at Grimmauld Place was making a difference for his godfather. Even though Harry had only been to that house once, he had felt the dark magic that had permeated the building. And Sirius had told him it had belonged to his family.
"Good. Now let me go see what's wrong with our potions master," Harry said, looking over at Draco. "If you want to move into one of the rooms, let me know, okay?"