Disclaimer: Okay, this is my first time doing something like this. I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does...and i bow to her. Please don't sue me...i'm poor. All orginal characters are JK Rowlings' and they do not in any way shape or forn belong to me. All i own is the plot. Ok, cool. Enjoy

Authors Note: ok, so let me know what you think after this. This'll end up being a long story, but i promise that it'll be good in the long run. Chapter one was the epilogue, well, part of the epilogue, and it will make sense as i get further into the story, just be patient (remember i'm new at this kinda thing...writing for people). Ummm, yeah, i think thats about it...

A Wolf Named Dragon

His name meant Dragon, but his chosen form was the wolf. A large, powerful, lone wolf. He was alone in truth. When you were the son of Lucius Malfoy-one didn't want friends-unless they were future Death Eaters. Even then, however, they werem't truely friends at all. They were people who had only one goal in mind. To make themselves more powerful. Anyone who didn't want to fall under the oppressive command of the Dark Lord then chose to be on the side of 'good'. To fight against the Dark Lord, and ensure they're certian death. Both sides had one thing in common though. Every person felt that they were in the right. Being the son of Lucius Malfoy ensured that he'd never be friends with the side of good. His side was chosen for him.

Dark verses Light. Good verses Evil. Always one fighting with the other. There was no inbetween, one could not simply 'not decide' which side to be on. Draco Malfoy didn't want to choose a side. He simply just wanted to live. He wanted to be free of the consant battle raging between his people. Draco Malfoy, son of Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, refused to choose.

So he was hunted by each side. Even his own flesh and blood hunted him. The side of 'Good' was determined to send him to the wizard prison, Azkaban, only because the considered him to be on the dark side, a 'dark and evil threat', in league with the Dark Lord. Draco Malfoy was alone.

He assumed the form of a wolf when he was in his 7th and last year at Hogwarts. It took him over half of the year before he finally was able to change. It was worth it. It was worth more than money could buy, because he gained his freedom. He was able to run free, to observe the wizard and muggle communities with a sense of detatchment, without being hunted.

Draco had lived the life of a wolf for over 4 and a half years before the loneliness started to tear at his heart. He began to reaize that he needed the interation of people in his life again. He didn't want to be alone for the rest of his long, long life. Wolves needed mates, needed a pack to run with. They weren't put on the earth simply to be alone.

He had felt the irresistable pull of his old life, of the old scents and sounds that led him back into Diagon. Having lived long months without grooming himself, he decided that was the first course of action. He had his hair trimmed so that it stood about 2 inches in length, left in a kind of bed head style. His beard had been trimmed down untill all that remained were sexy short, stubbly wiskers that gave him a dangerous and mysterious look. A look that he found that he enjoyed immensly. He glanced at his reflection in a passing mirror, as he took a walk down one of the main streets, and he grinned. The famous Malfoy cockiness still remained in his smile and within the depths of his dark stormy gray eyes. Most importantly was his walk. It still carried the 'i'm superior to everyone' swagger.

He found her purely by chance, or maybe it was fate made him veer off the main street and deeper into the depths of Diagon alley's less...hospitalble alleys and streets. He passed by one dark alley and heard a muffled scream, one that piqued his curiousty and the more chivelrious part of him.

Having lived the life of a wolf for most of the past 4 and a half years, one developed certain heingtened senses. Extra sensitive hearing and smelling capabitlities. Abnormal reflexes. An extremely curious nature that more often than not brought him trouble. As he walked deeper into the alley, his sense of smell picked out strong scents. Fear and rage. Hate and lust. The wolf in him was tense, hackles rising. A soft growl was being emmited from deep within his throat. He heard scuffling up ahead. Close, very close.

Finally his eyes caught up with what his nose and ears saw. Two men were holding a woman agains a brick wall while one other man tore the woman's work robes apart. Draco stood, frozen for a minute, slightly unsure. He hadn't seen such hate for another for many years, and he hated it. Was disgusted by it. He raised his wand for the first time in years, suprise with how right it felt in his hand once again. Not one word of warning was uttered from his lips before he was throwing out curses at the three men simultaniously.

"Crucio," Malfoy wispeared, forcing his spell on the men and he sent them to the ground in suprised pain, "Silencio," he growled as he allowed the spell to cause physical pain. He wouldn't kill, but he would cause lots and lots of pain.

Malfoy let out a small grunt of satisfaction before returning his attention to the woman, who still stood there, as if frozen in place by fear. He pointed his wand at the woman and muttered, "Repairo." Her robes and clothes returned back to normal, covering her naked body.

"Are you alright?" he asked gruffly, walking towards her.

It took a moment for her to respond but he saw the woman nod her head. "T-thank you." she wispeared. She was shaking all over and her face was deathly pale. She seemed decidedly familiar to him.

"Come on, I'll walk you home." he spoke softly, using his most calming and reasonable voice. He held out his calloused hand. She stared at his outstreached hand as if debating whether or not to trust him. her hand dropped into his and he led her out of the alley and back onto the main street. "Where are you staying?"

The woman pointed in the direction of the Three Broomsticks and he led her to the old buildings of his memories. "This is going to sound like a really bad cliche' but you look familiar...have we met before? Whats your name?" he asked curiously, wanting to break the silence.

The woman sighed softly and stared at the ground. "My name is Hermione Granger," she spoke carefully, "thanks for saving me, Malfoy."

Malfoy froze in mid walk and looked at her, as if trying to determine if she really was Hermione Granger, one of his old school enemies. "Granger. Wow." he murmered and resumed walking again, this time he was staring at her.

She had changed a lot over the years. She was gorgeous. Sexy. Finally grew into herself, as he knew she would all along. Her mild chocolate hair had finally tamed into loose, long curls that fell down to he slim, although curvey hips. Her legs seemed to go forever, she was the perfect hieght for him, the top of her head reaching his nose. And her eyes, they were like a warm milk chocolate color and he wanted to savor the color.

"Your staring." she told him, becoming more relaxed and sleepy in Malfoy's presence. She must have come off of her adreniline rush...she was ready to fall asleep.

"You've changed," he told her carefully. "Which room is yours?" They walked into the Three Broomsticks and they started walking up the stairs to where the rooms were.

"Room 246, I can get there myself thanks." she said firmly and finally noticed her hand in Malfoy's. She carefully took it out and pulled away from him. "Thanks for all your help, I owe you one."

Malfoy said nothing and watched her walk up the stairs to her room. Just as she went out of his veiw, something deep inside of him screamed "MINE"!

TBC...