Greyback hadn't returned to the manor in weeks, much to Draco's relief. Neither had the werewolf's bites and scratches infect him with lycanthropy after three cycles of the full moon had come and gone without much fuss. His cuts, wounds and bruises had all healed up, his skin fresh like newly fallen snow. Though, he was still as pallid as a corpse. He rarely adventured outdoors. He was careful to never be alone outside if he did go. The manor had fallen into a state of neglect as their hedges and shrubs grew wild in the summer, vines invading, climbing up the sides of the manor, sprawling far and wide over their iron gates. It made the garden a prime location for someone to hide and wait the unsuspecting victim.
Fortunately, as August ended, the snatchers and Voldemort's Death Eaters were away more than usual. All were searching for Harry Potter, as well as Mudbloods and Blood Traitors.
Draco stood in the kitchen, brewing himself a cup of tea. Ordinarily, he would have a house elf do it for him. All of them had left the second the Death Eaters and Voldemort crossed the threshold. It left the manor to sink into a state of neglect, much like the garden outdoors. His mother didn't bother to clean or fix anything. Voldemort's party of dark minions would only abuse it again.
The kettle hissed at him, ready to be taken off the heat. He poured himself as much as could and stood facing the window overlooking the garden. Twilight descended, streaking the sky with purple and pink. Draco lifted his tea to his mouth and took a sip. A floorboard creaking on the entrance to the kitchen made him turn. His skin prickled and his blood ran cold.
"Hello pretty." Greyback crooned. "It's been awhile. No one was home, so I just let myself in."
Draco stared, eyes wide, his fingers cold despite holding the scalding cup of tea.
"What are you doing here…" He whispered in horror.
"It's been too long." Greyback's voice fell, deep into a rasp Draco knew too well now. "I wanted to pay a visit."
Draco shivered and he glanced over Greyback's shoulder.
"No one is here, Draco," Greyback inched deeper into the kitchen. There were no doors, just windows. And Draco knew he couldn't open the window fast enough and escape out of it. Not against a beast as wild as Greyback.
"No, no," Draco stuttered, "my punishment is done…It's over."
"You wish it was, pretty, but I never received an order to stop. In my mind, it just keeps going and going."
Draco backed into the corner. He'd set down the tea on the kitchen's center table. Perhaps if he could goad Greyback into following him, it would give him a chance to run to either the dining room or back to the living room. Either option would grant him an exit of the manor. Greyback seemed to notice his flicking eyes.
"Try it." He growled, all lust gone and replaced with the thrill of the hunt. "I would kill for you to run. That way I can chase you down like the soft, weak, rabbit you are."
Draco made a sound of irritation in the back of his throat, shaking his head with a newfound defiance. If he could manage to run far enough from the manor, he would be in range to apparate. There were magical rules in place against apparating directly into the manor or too close to it. The Death Eaters made sure of that.
He eyed the kitchen knives sitting in their block. Greyback snickered. Draco lunged and pulled the largest one out, brandishing it at the werewolf as he weighed which exit to flee from.
Greyback barked out a harsh laugh, mocking him.
"What damage can you do with a kitchen utensil boy? My claws and teeth are sharper than that. Besides, you wouldn't even know how to use it." His eyes flashed yellow, revealing more of the wolf than the man. He sauntered slowly up to Draco, relishing the fear he exuded.
"Stay back." Draco growled.
Greyback's eyes glinted, a mixture of lust and violence mingling tightly together, bleeding the other.
"I like this new you." He said. "I'm already half hard in my trousers."
Draco grimaced, shaking that image out of his head, disgusted that he would even say that.
"Makes me more eager, it does. So go ahead, Draco," the use of his name made him shiver. Greyback never called him by name. "Run from me. Fight me. Stab me if you want. You won't be prepared for the consequences of how wild you'll make me."
Draco's bottom lip quivered, his eyes glancing back and forth from the exits and Greyback. Finally, he made his move, no matter how stupid. No matter how much he'd regret it. He tore off for the dining room, gripping the knife in his hand. And Greyback let him. He stood aside, letting him pass, knowing fully well he could whip out like a snake and grabbed Draco as he passed.
Draco bounded through the dining room made for the front door of the manor. A brown blur lunged for the door, slamming against the wood with a thunderous crack. Greyback's teeth were bared, his eyes flashing like a wild beast. Draco yelped and nearly dropped the knife in surprise. His feet carried him backwards, back into the dining room. He spun around and made a mad dash back to the kitchen, hoping to go the other way then cross one of the hallways to the back door of the house. Greyback whipped around and sprinted for the kitchen, cutting off his escape with a loud snap of his teeth.
Draco, in a panic hurled the knife at Greyback. Despite his panicked form, he managed to hit Greyback in the hand with the blade, cutting between his fingers and thumb. Greyback gave a sharp bark of pain and snarled, advancing on Draco. Cutting the playtime, he caught up to Draco easily, grabbed the lapels of his jacket and slammed his back down against the dining table, pinning him there.
Draco's head spun, reeling as he remembered Charity Burbage's last moments alive in this same position. He shrieked.
"No!"
Greyback moved his head as Draco's arms and legs kicked out at him, fighting him off. With another snarl, he lurched his head forward and sank his fangs into Draco's forearm.
Draco screamed, foolishly trying to yank his arm out, causing the wound to deepen despite the thicker fabric of his jacket. Greyback released him, blood dribbling down his chin and neck. His own jacket had come undone in the skirmish, revealing his muscular, hairy torso.
"Hell, Draco." He said, his fingers tightly wound around his jacket fabric, pressing him down into the table with his knuckles, "I like you so much more with fire in your soul. Fight me more often."
Draco trembled, debating whether fighting him would be worse or laying on the table like a dead ragdoll and taking it. He continued to fight. He drew his knees up to his chest and prepared to kick Greyback off of him.
With a growl, Greyback released his shoulders and grabbed his ankles. Draco, even with his wounded, bleeding arm, backed up against the surface of the table to escape to the other side. Greyback yanked his ankles back to him with one swift yank, and positioned his hips between Draco's legs. Releasing his ankles, he seized Draco's wrists and pinned him down over his head, leaning in close. His arousal pressing hard in between Draco's legs.
"I win." He grinned wickedly.
Draco's body quivered, shaking his head. His bottom lip trembled.
"Are you about to cry?" Greyback mocked him, "I haven't even started yet."
"No!" Draco screamed. His hips twisted around, but found no place to escape. All it resulted in, was rubbing himself harder up against Greyback. Making Greyback more smug.
"Such a shame about last time." He began, "now that I think of it, I should've busted that door down and dragged your mother into the bedroom with us."
Draco's eyes flashed with a newfound rage. He thrashed against the table and screamed a string of curses at Greyback. His booted ankles kicking the werewolf hard in his back. If it hurt him at all, he certainly didn't show it.
"How sweet." He trilled. "A perfect little mommy's boy. One that's been desecrated by the big bad wolf. Wonder what she'd think if she knew what I've been doing to you."
This time, Draco fell silent again. His jaw clenched shut and his eyes looked anywhere but Greyback's face.
"I hate you." Draco whispered.
Greyback smirked.
"Like I care."
He bent his face closer to lick Draco's cheek, smearing Draco's own arm blood on him. Greyback held both of Draco's wrists together with one massive hand and undid the belt to his trousers. Draco's breathing increased, growing louder and more frightened as he felt what he was doing.
He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head.
"You started this. Now you're going to finish it." Greyback undid Draco's own pants.
"Please…don't." He whimpered. Draco could handle Greyback biting and clawing him until he was bloody shreds. But he couldn't stomach this. This was madness.
Greyback ignored him as he lined himself up to begin. He released Draco's wrists to grab and hold his hips. Draco's hands lunged for his arms, trying to scratch him or remove him anyway he could.
A searing pain lanced through his lower body as Greyback grunted in pleasure. Draco's back arched off the kitchen table as he screamed with all the force in his lungs. Greyback pushed in harder, bringing him to tears. Blackness dotted Draco's vision. His head hit the table hard and he blacked out.
A brutal slap across his cheek flung him back into reality. Greyback chuckled, watching as two of his claws drew blood, painting his white face. He pumped himself, groaning out his immense pleasure.
"Can't have you doing that sweet one." He rasped. "I want you awake to feel all of this."
Draco's body trembled uncontrollably. The pain came and went in waves. His hands rested on Greyback's biceps, pushing his stubby fingernails in. Even though he knew the werewolf probably didn't even feel it.
Draco kept his eyes closed until Greyback snarled at him to open them and look at him as he defiled him. Tears welled in his eyes, gratefully blurring the werewolf's sneering, pleasured expression. After a while, he sped up his pace, pounding harder and harder until he forced himself as deep as he could go and grunted and sighed. Greyback bent forward while he was still in and crushed his lips against Draco's plunging his tongue in and tasting him before retracting his body and fixing his trousers back up.
He chuckled as Draco continued to lay on his back a moment more. Draco groaned and winced in pain and slid off the table, fumbling to get his pants back up. Sweat, blood and tears coated his skin. Greyback grinned and leaned in closer.
"You're a fun fuck." He growled at his ear. "I don't think I'll get tired of you." He chuckled as he made for the exit of the manor, leaving Draco to collapse into strangled sobs on the floor.