Weeks had passed since Greyback's sadistic hunt upon Draco. Keeping his injuries and pain a secret was an abysmal failure. Within hours of being home, the moment his mother lunged for him to protect him forever in her arms, he bit back pain and grimaced so hard tears beaded at his lashes. The gaping bite wound in his shoulder and dark bruises on his neck edged away the dark mystery. He disentangled himself from their prying eyes and soft questions and murmuring of comfort. He had no comfort any longer. Any shred of safety and hope had been savagely torn from his soul. He might as well be dead.
Draco dressed completely at home, taking care to never show the places Greyback had marked him. The only skin he showed at home were his hands and his face. He took to wearing long sleeved shirts with higher necks to conceal the bruises and bites Greyback had defiled him with. His feet were always covered in his black socks. His room quickly became his false sanctuary, the only place he felt relatively safe to be. Voldemort's death eaters had infiltrated his family's home, using the manor as a base to regroup. He didn't know if they knew what had befallen him or not for a punishment. He avoided them all the same. Their dark leers and thinly veiled malice were not welcome in his mind. He refused to speak to his parents out of shame. He refused to speak to Severus Snape.
Draco rinsed off his hair for the final time with the tepid bath water. Gingerly, he fingered his healing wound on his shoulder. It was still red and puffy, but his skin was beginning to seal. There were still wounds and pain in other areas that couldn't be seen. Inside. Draco submerged himself beneath the water, pretending for a surreal moment he was deceased and buried deep, his spirit drifting through time and space.
His head broke the surface and he rose out, letting the filth wash away. He wrapped himself in his black dressing robe and returned to his bedroom. It was not late enough to sleep, but with nothing else to attend to, he figured he'd lay in bed staring out the window and listening until he faded away.
Hours past and night had well settled over the countryside and the curtains to Draco's room were still not drawn. He had fallen asleep under the covers in a tangled mess of fabric, forgetting to adorn his night wear. Draco abruptly woke after a vague dream, his skin prickling. He shifted his leg under the covers to flip over when it hit a solid mass. His heart lurched and his eyes flew open. A hand covered his mouth and the other pinned down his right shoulder.
Draco shrieked, but the sound died in the assailant's hand.
"Miss me? My little pretty." Greyback's voice whispered at his ear. A spasm of panic twisted Draco's body as he screamed again, violently fighting back. Greyback snarled and grazed his teeth over Draco's cheek, resting his points on his cheekbone, below his eye.
"If you scream for help…I will go kill your parents. Don't think for a moment they can hold me at bay for long. After all, we are drawing closer to another full moon. It gives me strength beyond anything your kind could hope to accomplish."
Draco's small frame squirmed, trying to shove off the offending hands.
"Besides, the Dark Lord wouldn't mind if I brought ruination upon the Malfoy family. You and daddy both have fallen far out of favor with him." A dark chuckle worked its way out of Greyback's throat. "Your mother I'd keep to myself for a while."
At that, Draco's fear gave way to fury as he bucked his body upwards, trying to throw Greyback off and retrieve his wand. Draco had watched Bellatrix use a variety of dark curses on wizard, muggle and magical creature alike. Perhaps this time he would prevail. He wouldn't be afraid to fight back this time. His wand was missing from his nightstand.
"Your wand I got rid of. Couldn't have you trying to the same tired old tricks on me again." Greyback licked Draco's cheek and neck, slowly, savoring the taste of him. "How sweet of you to be barely dressed this time. You've saved me a bit of effort."
"No!" Draco screamed through his hand, his hands trying to tear Greyback away.
"If you keep this up I will apparate away with you."
Draco's eyes flashed with fear at the thought of being taken far away from home again. His body trembled between Greyback's thighs. Without waiting for his compliance, he continued his assault on his body, letting his free hand wander, pulling apart the thin silken robe.
"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth. If you do anything that upsets me. It will be a triple funeral today."
Draco schooled his eyes into a glare. Feeling a sense of boldness within his family's home. His family was downstairs. He wondered if Bellatrix would be enraged to see this. Probably not. She'd probably think it was fun. Greyback groaned and pushed his hips into Draco's.
"There's that stirring fire I like so much." He removed his hand. Draco drew in a shaky breath through his mouth, unable to suck in enough air.
"If you do it…" Greyback warned. Draco's lips sealed shut. His ghost blue eyes still glared at Greyback, his hands holding his robe together. The werewolf gave a satisfied grunt and pressed himself hard against Draco. His mouth went for his neck, sniffing and kissing and tasting, his hands trying to pry apart Draco's thighs. Somebody has to come check on me. He thought desperately. If somebody comes, Greyback will have to leave. Then when he does, I will warn them that he's after me. I won't let myself be caught alone ever again.
Greyback's teeth grazed his old wound none too gently and he dug his claws into Draco's arms. Draco bit back a cry and wrenched his body away.
"Why don't I reopen an old wound, pretty?"
"Don't." Draco whispered urgently. "I'd scream."
"Don't get too excited. I haven't come here to defile you to my heart's content. Merely wanted a little taste for the road."
"Where are you going?" Draco asked, mostly to distract Greyback from touching him. It worked partially.
"Snatchers and I are lookin' for dirty bloods. And traitors." He pushed his hips between Draco's thighs, finally winning that battleground. His claws, dragged roughly across his hips down his thighs. Draco bit back another sound of pain as he grabbed Greyback's wrists to stop him. "I'll stop by and see you from time to time. After all, since you won't be under the protection of Hogwarts, I can come by here any time and get a bite of dessert." His teeth bit down on Draco's ear, panting with arousal. Draco whimpered and cautiously squirmed out of his grip, careful not to lose his ear in the process.
"C'mere." Greyback growled, a dose of his aggression returning. His lips slammed hard into Draco's, a fang cutting his lip in the process. The blood excited him further and he pushed his throbbing arousal between Draco's legs. A sheen of sweat broke out down the blond's back. To his horror, his own parts became aroused, stimulated only by the touching and rubbing and nothing else. His robe came apart, revealing his naked form. Greyback's huge demanding tongue violated his mouth, dominating every part of Draco's mouth as he undid the belt and buttons to his pants. Flesh touched flesh and Draco tore away in a panic.
"Stop!" He cried out softly. Greyback's hand came down on his mouth roughly as he growled.
"Remember what I told you, pet." He didn't remove his hand as he dragged a claw down Draco's shoulder, bleeding him as he did.
Draco's eyes rolled back, trying to fight back his own sounds of distress. Greyback was dangerous close to entering his body.
"Draco?" Narcissa's voice came the hallway behind his closed door. A knock at the door startled Greyback into withdrawing. He swept silently to the open window he used to get in and leapt out. Draco scrambled to hide his nude body under the bed sheets.
"I'm here." He said softly.
The door went to open.
"No!" He called urgently. "I'll come out to you. I'm tired of being in my room." In a few steps he dashed to his wardrobe, threw on whatever was appropriate and sprinted to the exit before Greyback could clamber back in and assault him. His mother greeted him with a hesitant smile at the door and together they made for the drawing room.
Outside, Greyback rediscovered his foul mood. His half-hard arousal begged for attention. As he walked to the edge of the forest he entertained it, his thoughts fixed on Draco's naked, screaming, writhing form.
"You got lucky, pretty. I'll have you again next time." As he pleasured himself, he sauntered deep into the woods surrounding the manor.