Quick Author's Note:
First, I'd like to thank everyone for leaving such beautifully detailed reviews. I am NOT joking when I tell you I originally posted this as a completed one-shot story. I had so much encouragement to keep writing the interactions between Fenrir and Draco so I did.
Second, the first part of this chapter I give credit to Reika for the idea of doing a flashback to the first time Greyback encountered Draco and his obsession began.
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Draco exited the Borgin and Burkes shop and readjusted his jacket over his shoulders. His eyes quickly scanned the alley ways for his mother. She wasn't in immediate sight. She told him she would stay close by but not too close. She didn't want to reduce the credibility of Draco and his mission if she was too nearby. Draco thought he did quite well with the shop owner. After a few threats tossed about, he had let Draco take ownership of the Vanishing Cabinet. Of course, he did invoke Fenrir Greyback's name as well. A name that had the owner's eyes widen and he paled so much Draco thought he would faint on him. Draco had heard a few stories here and there of how he was a vicious werewolf that became newly involved under The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. He casually mentioned Greyback was a family friend that might drop by from time to time. Of course this was a lie, he'd never met Greyback, but Mr. Borgin didn't need to know that.
Sick of standing outside the shop, Draco decided to search for his mother. Knockturn Alley wasn't particularly large. He knew his mother wouldn't have gone too far away or dipped too deep into a shop where he couldn't find her. Especially not to leave him along with the riff-raff that frequented here.
Draco rounded a corner. As he did, he almost crashed into a huge shape.
"Watch where-" He immediately went to throw out. He silenced himself when he saw how big the person was. His heart skipped a beat and he paled when he identified the person.
Fenrir Greyback.
The name of the werewolf he'd casually invoked minutes earlier. Greyback growled softly and his huge clawed hand grabbed hold of Draco's jacket, pushing him back against the cold brick of the shop behind him.
"Do you care to finish that sentence?"
Draco let all the breath he'd been holding in out in a rush, and paled a little at the sight of him. His yellow eyes glittered with an animal instinct that made Draco's blood chill. Trying to maintain the slipping Malfoy name, he shook his head.
"No." He said firmly, or thought he was firm. He knew his voice shook. "I'll be on my way now."
Greyback cracked a small smile at the corner of his mouth. He took a step closer to Draco, sniffing deep and hard.
"You reek of fear." He stated simply. Draco stared, empty. Unsure of what to say. "I know who you are. The Malfoy boy. Charged by the Dark Lord himself with a nearly impossible task."
Draco didn't know how to reply to that. Greyback's fangs were visibly poking out between his lips. The werewolf took yet another step closer, their bodies almost touching. Greyback gave another deep sniff of Draco before patting him on the shoulder.
"We'll meet again." His hand dropped from Draco's shoulder and he cast a look around the alleyway before stalking off into the gloom.
Draco's heart pounded hard in his chest, threatening to break his ribs. At last he spotted his mother's hair and familiar face step out of a store across the way. She had missed the whole thing. Eagerly, he rushed to her and together they left Knockturn Alley.
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November was almost at an end. Draco reclined in the manor's study alone. An oversized L-shaped couch with many pillows and blankets joined him for company. Across the room he allowed a fire to warm himself. A few books were propped around him. One was open across his lap. But he wasn't reading. His mind was occupied with deciphering Greyback's patterns for visiting. So far there was no pattern other than he never let himself get close to Draco during the full moon or too close around it. So one week was out for him not making an appearance. Three weeks were left. November's full moon had come and gone already. Which let the dread sink into him. He did not show September or October. He knew that his gang was busy tracking down Potter and working with the Snatchers. Perhaps he'd gotten too busy to come by and torture him. Greyback also only liked to visit at twilight or later. Dusk was currently settling over his world.
Draco looked over the top of the couch outside the huge window. The sky was darkening quickly. Carefully, he slipped his hand down into the crack of the couch between the cushions. A sharp blade pricked his finger despite how cautious he'd been. He fingered the wooden hilt of the dagger for comfort. His wand was with him also. Unfortunately, he already knew neither of these tools would keep him at bay. Neither was Draco prepared to fight a monster like Greyback alone, no matter what weapon he had at his side. He dreaded enraging the beast. His mother, his father, and his own life he kept safe. His father had been punished and humiliated enough. He wouldn't want his parents burdened any more.
Draco jolted awake with a fright. He had dropped the book in his lap and fell into a quick, but deep nap. Luckily he avoided hurting himself on the stashed dagger. The clock standing in the corner of the room read that is was late. Even outside it had become pitch black. He had taken to avoiding his bedroom, knowing there was a ledge and a spot for Greyback to climb up to reach him. Within here it would be a bit tougher to sneak in undetected.
All hopes of that were dashed as a familiar figure appeared in the only doorway to this room. His body tensed as his eyes became stony.
Greyback sauntered into the room, taking his time to reach Draco. His heart beat in his throat. Slowly, he pushed his right hand under the blanket over him, and neared closer to the stashed weapon. He would not let Greyback frighten him anymore.
"It's been far too long." Greyback said in a husky voice without any preamble. He made his way right up to the couch and sat down where Draco's legs were, pushing them behind his back and leaning in close to Draco's face. Draco's fingers gripped the hilt of the dagger and he pulled it out. Greyback's teeth had just barely grazed Draco's throat when Draco touched the blade gently to Greyback's own throat, warning him.
Slowly, Greyback pulled his head away slightly to look. Draco's fingers were tight and slightly shaking as he held the dagger. The werewolf cracked a mocking smile, not at all threatened or warned.
"It wouldn't matter. I can heal in minutes from a wound like that. I am happy to see that my little puppy grew claws while I was away."
"I'm not yours." Draco ground out from between his teeth.
"Yes, you are." Greyback insisted, voice raspy. "You were given to me as a gift. You belong to me."
Draco shook his head urgently.
"No."
"You wouldn't do well in the wild with me. My pack would shred you apart while my head was turned the other way. It's the only reason I haven't brought you out there with me. That's why I leave you here."
"You're lying!" Draco choked, tears pricked the backs of his eyes. He couldn't believe these vile lies. Surely nobody here would force him to leave the manor to rough it out in the wild with this beast.
"Not this time." Greyback inched closer to him, despite the dagger still drawn up. "I'm fine with coming here. After all, I'd still like to see what your mother smells like."
Draco's grip tightened, his shaking worsening in his rage. He put the blade right up against Greyback's throat, cutting one fine, thin line of blood.
"Do not speak of her. Leave my parents alone. You can have me. You can do whatever you want with me. Just leave them alone."
"See. That's the kind of answer I like. You and I can discuss this like civilized folk."
"There's nothing civil about anything you do." Draco bit back.
"Oh, well pardon me," Greyback's voice slick with sarcasm, "I forgot I was in the presence of the prestigious, pure, untouchable Malfoy family. Was. All of that is in the past now. How does it feel for your family line to fall so far from grace? Poor daddy even went to Azkaban. Your aunt too."
Draco trembled with rage. At the risk of turning Greyback's calm mood into a nasty one, he breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. Willing his body to relax. He even laughed softly, derisively.
"I know what you're doing." He said. "You want me to fight you. Me fighting back gets your sadistic, twisted little mind spinning. You can't get enough of it."
"Ten points to Slytherin," Greyback mocked, "how correct you are. I don't think you have an inkling just how excited it makes me to see you run and hide and fight me. Like a proper prey animal screaming and writhing in all the last desperate attempts it has before its death."
"Well, that's too bad. Because I will do neither for you."
"So you're submitting to me?" Greyback inched closer.
"Not doing that either."
"You can't ignore me, Draco," the use of his name triggered something deep inside of him. "You would soon find that to be utterly impossible."
Draco shivered violently as Greyback let one of his hands, claws barely dusting his flesh, slide up his thigh. He leaned in closer. Draco turned his head away. With his other hand, Greyback pried the dagger out of Draco's grip. He let it happen, knowing that this had been a failed attempt. The dagger was pulled away and tossed onto the table. Greyback twitched in excitement, as he watched Draco unintentionally expose the whole left side of his neck to him. He surged forward and licked up to his ear, tasting that sweet, forbidden flavor the boy had. A flavor and hold over him that Greyback had never experienced before and couldn't shake off. He had mulled it over for months. This high and mighty pureblood family, once so proud and disdainful to all beneath them, had sunk deep into the pits with the beasts. And now they lay there for the defiling. Greyback pricked Draco's neck with his teeth, excitement growing as he drew blood from him. Draco flinched but continued to stare out the black window, trying to ignore the assault on his body. Greyback closed the gap between them and laid down on top of Draco, pushing him into the couch cushion behind him. He arched his neck higher and further away. Not that it mattered, Greyback was close enough to claim whatever he wanted.
"I've thought about taking you with me." Greyback whispered at his ear. This addiction to you is taking a toll on me. I need you closer. He thought to himself quietly. That sounded like a vulnerability. He wouldn't say it out loud.
Draco ignored him still.
"I've even thought about turning you." He whispered into Draco's ear. At that, he felt Draco flinch in reaction. But he didn't say anything. He didn't look at him.
"But I prefer this arrangement. I like you better this way." He brushed his fingers through Draco's hair. He spoke again, voice merely a whisper on the air. "My snow white prince."
Draco's head slowly turned to face him at that. His stone-cold blue eyes stared in horror. Realizing what he had said, Greyback pitched forward and captured Draco's lips with his, plunging his tongue in deep. Draco couldn't sit idly by for this. He recoiled at the touch and taste and pushed back at Greyback's chest, trying to turn his head away. Their kiss broke for only a moment for Draco to gasp in fear before Greyback changed his position. He got up onto his knees and straddled Draco on the couch, pushing his whole body weight down on him, pinning him and holding him in place. A cry of desperation slipped from Draco's mouth. Greyback's fresh arousal pressed into his stomach. With both hands, he held Draco's head still as he violated his mouth to his satisfaction.
He was about to sink his teeth into Draco's neck and shoulder when a new scent entered the air. He backed off quickly and stood up, putting some distance away from himself and Draco.
Lucius appeared at the doorway. His face was white, but his nose had a touch of red. Redness glowed around his eyes, along with a deep purple shadow.
"Get out." He snapped, voice sharp. There was another edge to his voice that made Draco nervous. Greyback snickered, knowing Lucius was wandless. Regardless, he sauntered out of the study. As he passed Lucius he leaned forward and took a deep sniff of him before cackling loudly. The stink of alcohol was prominent on him. Lucius turned to scowl at him, but did nothing else. Before Greyback left eyesight, he dropped Draco a wink and a smile that twisted his stomach.