Day 1

Draco hadn't slept a wink all night. The groaning and snoring of Greyback made that entirely impossible. His arms were sore from having his wrists shackled to the bed frame. A precaution Greyback had taken to prevent Draco from attacking him in the middle of the night. His hands were possessively groping Draco everywhere he wanted without limitations. Dawn was barely cracking the darkness outside. For several hours Draco tried crafting different ways he could escape from him. Whenever Greyback left, it was for two days a month for the full moon. The rest of the time he only left the cabin to walk around outside.

It gave him two options. He needed to learn to apparate home. Or he could take his chances with escaping while Greyback was gone.

Draco shivered when he realized Greyback wasn't snoring anymore. His yellow eyes were open, staring at him. His breath caught in his throat.

"What?" He sneered venomously.

"Awfully feisty lately. I'm finding it disrespectful. Perhaps I should put you back in your place." Greyback rose up and straddled Draco, his knees on either side of his hips. The muscles in Draco's body tensed hard, but he willed them to loosen. He would not re-enter this cycle. If he wanted to make it out here he would need to conserve his strength and will-power for when it was needed. Goading Greyback into abusing him would only weaken and tire him out more. His body was already riddled with wounds.

"Quiet now, huh?" Greyback took close note of him. "Too bad it won't stop me." His mouth landed on Draco's neck, grazing his teeth up the corridor of flesh and muscle. His claws dragged lightly down Draco's side, tickling him uncomfortably and he couldn't help but make a scream of protest through his clenched jaw and twist wildly. Fangs punctured his neck and blood dripped, slipping down his neck and dropping onto the mattress below.

"Stop." Draco ground out between his teeth.

"Make me stop." Greyback threatened. "Show what beast lies inside you."

Draco's body shuddered and tensed. Greyback was instigating him into fighting. A battle Draco already knew he would lose time and time again. He knew he could never win a physical fight between the two of them. Greyback was far heavier, taller, stronger and barely human.

Draco drew up his knees to hit Greyback in the gut. His hands were faster and he caught Draco's knee in one hand, spearing his claws into his skin. Draco gasped and wrenched his leg back down away from him. He shut his eyes and called upon his lessons from Apparation. He wouldn't do it here or now, but he needed to start practicing. He would put it into action the days Greyback was gone completely.

The three D's. Determination, destination and deliberation. He thought.

Greyback laid down on top of him, his tongue mapping out the veins in Draco's throat.

I need to get this right. If I don't, I will be splinched. Which will either kill me or wound so badly that I'll wish I was dead. Worse, if I fail. I don't know what Greyback would do if he found out.

Hands slid slowly up his inner thighs, pushing them apart. Draco's eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out everything that was happening to his body.

The farther the distance, the more dangerous. I still have no idea where the hell this is. But if Greyback's pack is here, then we can't have left the country. I could still apparate home or as close to it as possible.

A tongue demanded entry to Draco's mouth. In a split second, the war in his mind ended. He parted his lips and allowed him in. A deep, smug groan instantly made him regret submitting. But Greyback needed to think he was weak. Needed him to drop his guard.

Wiltshire, England. Draco painted the image of his home in his mind so clearly he could almost see it. The way the mist hung over the viridian valley. Southern England. That was the easy part.

Greyback's tongue nearly gagged him as it dominated his mouth. He was very aware of the beast's huge arousal pressing against his inner thigh. With his wrists cuffed to the bed, he wasn't in any position to bother fighting too hard.

The hard part of figuring this out is where is here. Greyback brought me from the manor to some forest where his pack was located. And then brought me here, wherever this is. I just need to figure out where here is. Once I've done that, I can go home. So long as here isn't too far away.

"Pretty quiet about all this, aren't you?" His tongue slipped out his mouth to say. Draco kept his eyes closed. His fingers were balled into fists. His long fingernails cutting into his own palms. Along his skin were goosebumps.

"Take me home." He whispered urgently. Greyback laughed derisively, his face merely inches above Draco's.

"I think not. I've worked too hard for this. I'm not going to let you go simply because you asked nicely."

"Why don't you just roam into some muggle neighborhood and traumatize their kids? I bet you there's a few nearby."

Greyback was silent for a moment. He was quiet long enough that Draco's eyes flew open to see what he was doing.

"Let me put this into words that you would understand, Draco," Draco still flinched when he said his name. "Does a cheap bottle of wine taste the same as the expensive bottle of wine?"

Draco stared into his eyes, unsure how to answer. He had never drank cheap wine before. All his family had bought were coveted bottles that most couldn't even afford.

"Is this a trick question?" Draco asked. Greyback smiled, coldly. He leaned in to wind Draco's scent.

"The answer is no. Cheap wine tastes like dirty poison. Once you've had a sip of the expensive, rare wine, you can never get enough of that taste. So you crave it more and more, never satisfied."

Draco's spine stiffened, finally understanding that Greyback wasn't even talking about wine.

"Apparate me back home." He demanded.

"No. You're going to be my pretty little prisoner forever."

"I doubt it. I'm not even the age that you like. You'll get tired of me soon."

"How much do you want to bet on that, Draco?"

"Let me go. Take me home. I won't say anything to anyone about this."

"It doesn't matter. The Dark Lord, his followers and my pack already know you're mine for the punishing. Hell, even your parents probably know by now that I've been defiling their pretty little son."

"Please." Draco whispered, hating himself for begging. "Bring me close to home. I'll run the rest of the way. Leave me at Hogsmeade, I don't care, just let me go home."

"I could let you run back to Hogwarts right now. Sure. The Forbidden Forest would destroy you in less than five minutes. But that's not fun for me. Now shut up before I gag you." Greyback pressed his claws into Draco's shoulder, the one that hadn't been gored days earlier, and drew blood that he eagerly sucked and licked.

Draco's heart pounded, his mind buzzing. I could let you run back to Hogwarts right now. It wasn't much, but it was something. Draco was close enough to Hogwarts that he could run on foot. Draco was in the Scottish Highlands.

Day 3

His skin prickled uncomfortably as he laid the wet cloth over his arm. The wolf had gotten a little too feral and sank his fangs into his arm, hard. Draco sat on a wooden stool in the kitchen area and laid the wet scraps of towel over his wounds. The huge one on his shoulder felt better, scarring over at last.

He couldn't imagine how many scars he'd have on his body after this ordeal was over. If this ordeal ever ended…No. Don't think like that. Draco reprimanded himself. I will be free of him. I will. I will! He tipped his thoughts to apparation. Destination is easy. I want to go either home, to Wiltshire, or my backup location will be Hogsmeade. From Hogsmeade I can get help or I can keep making short hops until I get home. Hogwarts wasn't an option anymore. In his desperation he forgot Dumbledore was dead, and there would be nobody there to harbor him from the darkness. Home was the only option. He had to make him home. His parents would welcome him back in warm, worried arms. Even if they couldn't protect him, at least he wouldn't be alone.

Draco grimaced and let out a weak whine from his mouth. His newest arm wound started bleeding all over again.

"Bloody hell…" Draco whispered in anguish. He had to make it home. If he didn't, he would die here. His body would bleed out and he'd die in bed with a savage werewolf. Speaking of him, Draco hadn't seen him for two days. He remembered the beast on top of him, his sweaty, hairy body thrusting and his horrid breath panting in his ear. Draco blocked all the sick whispering Greyback had done in his ear. He wanted to cry when the beast hit his release, crushing himself against Draco as emptied himself.

Bile rose up from the back of Draco's throat and he cleared it away with a cough. Stop thinking about it. He held the cloth over his wound, putting pressure on it to still his bleeding. He needed bandages, but so far he hadn't encountered any. Determination. I need to envision my locations and believe that I can get there. Be deliberate about it. It's no secret that I want to go home. I don't see how that will be an issue.

A thought touched his mind. Greyback has to have a wand somewhere. Maybe I can steal it and threaten him. But if I fail he will hurt me. Badly. Apparation is truly my only option.

Day 6

His wounds were mending on the their own. Draco sat on the bed in the corner of the cabin. He piled all the blankets up on him, the cabin getting cold. February snow was falling outside. It was midday, and cloudy out. Where the bloody hell did Greyback go? He thought. It had been at least a week since he last saw him. Not that he minded, it spared him from torture for a while. The full moon still wasn't for another week. Maybe Greyback left with his pack and snatchers to track down blood traitors.

Draco had searched the entire cabin at least four times, hoping to find anything useful. The only things he found were canned food, which he'd ravaged through already. A bathroom that Greyback had destroyed in a fit. And a tin bucket. Draco closed his eyes and envisioned the outside of the cabin. It was risky, but Greyback hadn't been here in days. It was now or never. Draco had gone outside and studied the outside of the cabin intensely, remembering how everything outside looked at the moment. The way the snow had built up against the door. How icicles formed along the gutters. The earthy, wooden color of the cabin. How the smoke plumed up from the chimney.

A sensation abruptly gripped Draco, like being squeezed through an invisible tube. Instead of panicking, Draco held onto his emotions tightly, riding out the course. His eyes flew open and he staggered back, hitting the siding of the cabin. His bare feet were stuck in a foot of icy snow, burning his feet and legs. Ungracefully, Draco pitched forward and vomited.

When he stood back up, he gave his first laugh in months. He had successfully apparated.

Day 9

Draco reclined on the bed, conserving energy when Greyback had returned near dusk. He averted his gaze when the werewolf entered the cabin, his heavy boots clunking against the wood. His oversized trench coat draped lazily over his shoulders. Draco ignored him, pretending he wasn't even there. Silently, he replayed his success with apparating over the last few days. Yesterday he was able to easily apparate far enough to barely have the cabin in view before racing back in. He was getting comfortable in doing it. He had only vomited twice.

Interestingly enough, Greyback also decided to ignore Draco. He tossed a few logs into the fireplace. Drawing his wand from his pocket, he wordlessly summoned a column of fire from the tip to ignite the logs.

So you do have a wand. Draco thought. Interesting. I'll remember that. He watched as Greyback stashed his wand into his right coat pocket. Outside, it grew dark quickly. Draco's stomach churned when he realized that Greyback would most likely being staying here tonight. Sleeping in this bed. His body tensed when Greyback crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed. Draco drew in his legs protectively and kept him in view at the corner of his eye.

A few minutes passed in total silence.

"So is this your new angle? Draco?" Greyback turned his head to face him. "Back to ignoring me again? You saw how that worked out in Lucius's office. Except here, no one will interrupt us."

Draco grit his teeth, but kept up his dull expression. Greyback gave a low chuckle and stood up. He removed his boots and tossed his coat onto the table. He did intend to stay here tonight. Draco eyed the coat, then flicked his eyes far away when Greyback stared at him.

"You better be naked under there." He sneered.

Draco hoisted the blankets up higher. He had put back on his torn bed clothes from his home. The idea of being naked here repulsed and terrified him. He did imagine Greyback merely tearing the clothes to shreds too. But right now, he needed to wear them. He wanted to be ready.

Greyback returned to the bed and laid down on the outside edge, blocking Draco in against the corner of the room. Gradually, the cabin grew so dark only the fire in the fireplace provided light. It glinted ominously against Greyback's yellow eyes.

With an audible sigh, Greyback tipped his head back to catch Draco's eye.

"C'mere." He demanded.

Draco clenched his jaw, still looking away. Slowly, he shook his head.

"Finished ignoring me I see." Greyback taunted. "C'mere. Lay down next to me."

There was a cold, hard pit in Draco's stomach at Greyback's request. He didn't want to do this anymore. The pain. The shame. Refusing him and instigating his wild side would be more dangerous than just giving in. Let Greyback think he'd broken him. Turned him into his little play thing. Draco would be ready to apparate away soon. He was waiting for Greyback to leave during the full moon. He just needed to get his spots in order. Hogsmeade, Edinburgh, London, Wiltshire. I can do it. That third hop is a huge one but I can make it. I can make it home.

He untangled his limbs and scooted forward, laying down next to the beast. Greyback turned onto his side and brought his hand down on Draco's waist, yanking him closer.

Draco closed his eyes. I will survive.

He heard Greyback removing his clothing.

Soon I will be ready to apparate home.

He felt Greyback's form rise up over him, pinning Draco beneath him.

I will get home. I will reclaim my wand.

Teeth cut into his skin.

I will stand and fight.

Greyback pushed his thighs apart.

When I get my wand back, I will kill you.

Day 12

Greyback left. The full moon was edging closer. It would be a perfect chance to Draco to seize his opportunity to escape. Greyback would be distracted by his lycan affliction and hunt with his pack. He still pursued his desire to infect as many as he could. It would hold Greyback away long enough for him to safely free himself.

Draco put on his torn bed clothes. There was nothing else in the cabin for him to grab. He checked the moon outside the cabin. The sky was beginning to darken. Greyback had left hours earlier, after satisfying himself with Draco's body. Draco's wounds had healed, but permanent marks of what Greyback had done would always live with him.

Draco angrily shook his head and refocused all of his energy into apparition. Hogsmeade stood vibrantly in his mind. He and his friends had visited enough times. Carefully, he reconstructed a small alleyway out of view of the street and most of the shops. He would go there first. If need be, he could hide out for a spell until he was ready to move on.

His fingers knotted into a fist. It was time. Thoughts of the buildings, Honeydukes, the snow-covered, thatched roofs overhead, the gentle twinkling of bells-

Abruptly, his world went dark, and he felt pressure on every inch of his body. When his eyes opened, he saw the snow at his feet and the tight crux of the two buildings in Hogsmeade. Across the way, Honeydukes sat, closed, but the lights dazzled on inside.

He'd done it. Draco had apparated to Hogsmeade.

…..

Malfoy Manor never looked so beautiful to him. Although the property was sprinkled heavily with snow and the sky above was gloomy and dull, he let himself cry softly, running for the door.

He had entered quietly, sneaking around the home until he had located his parents. His mother was seated in the library, her face hollow and empty. When Draco opened the door, the light in her eyes exploded and they embraced for what felt like hours as Draco clung to her and cried for the first time in years.

He was home.