Draco let loose a cry and stumbled back, his hand braced on one of the dining chairs to keep himself from falling. He stared at Greyback in horror and disbelief.

"What-what are you doing here? He commanded you to lead your army!" He stammered.

Greyback grinned and stalked forward, taking his sweet time reaching Draco, now that he had all the time in the world.

"About that…I told Scabior to lead in my stead and that I had unfinished business here. Nobody will mind, if I were absent for a few hours." He drew out his wand from his trousers pocket. Draco, not about to find out why, bolted from the room, his dress shoes squeaking on the marble flooring. Greyback let out a savage snarl and whipped his wand, the doorframe Draco just escaped from was struck with a corded coil of ropes.

"Get back here, Draco!" Greyback roared. Draco could still hear his voice growing louder, even as he put numerous walls between them, "don't you run from me!"

Draco flung himself into a spare bedroom on the first floor, one what was rarely used. If he could help it, he'd stay on the first floor, giving him the ability to escape outdoors if needed. But being outdoors scared him more. Outside…on the grounds, in the woods, was where Greyback was at his peak.

Draco spied the wardrobe along the left wall and rushed to it, flinging back the heavy wooden doors and crawling inside. He knew this was stupid. But if it made Greyback lose him for a few minutes, he could try to apparate away. He thought of places to could go that would be safe. None came to mind. He couldn't apparate to Hogwarts, not in the middle of a battle, completely wandless. Even if he found his parents, the others would know and see. They would tell The Dark Lord that Draco disobeyed a direct order from his own mouth. He couldn't go there.

Heavy footsteps gradually grew louder as they came down this corridor. Draco's breathing halted, his heart pounding. To his disbelief, Greyback passed the bedroom and kept going, his footsteps receding. That can't be right…He thought grimly. He can smell me…I know he can…the bastard is toying with me! The second I leave and go out into the hallway he will be there to snatch me up. Draco, his body shivering uncontrollably, leaned forward away from the wood and doors. His shivering didn't rattle anything inside the wardrobe, but he couldn't take chances with noise.

He sifted through safe places in his mind that he could apparate to. None came to mind. The only thing he could think of was Diagon Alley. His eyes closed and he painted the cobblestone pathway and brick walls, the colorful shops in his mind.

Nothing happened.

Draco tried again, focusing harder, remembering vividly how some of the shops looked from the outside when his mother would take him back to school shopping. He thought carefully and thoroughly of some of his favorite shops, how they looked, even how they smelled.

Nothing. Not even that intense pull at his stomach tickled him.

What is happening? Why can't I apparate?

…..

An unmeasurable amount of time passed. Draco barely moved aside from breathing, terrified if he moved even the slightest, it would be the end. Only once did he hear Greyback's footsteps in the hallway. They never returned after that time. He didn't let that fool him. He attempted apparition so many times he lost count. Nothing came to him. He was trapped here, like a rabbit in a cage. Hot tears stung his eyes and he squeezed them, forcing it away.

There was a soft sound outside the wardrobe, inside the bedroom. Draco's eyes widened and his ears strained to hear. It sounded as if somebody had entered the room, but he couldn't be sure. He didn't dare risk cracking open the doors to peek. He didn't move. He stopped breathing.

Suddenly, the doors flew open. A huge, dark shape blocked his escape. Draco loosed a piercing scream and threw his body as far into the corner as he could.

Greyback stared at him, all the amusement had emptied from his face. When Draco went quiet, he spoke.

"I must say, Draco, I am not the least bit impressed by this. For you to hide in a closet is child's play at best. But I'm sure the terror your little mind was going through in here while I passed this room was amusing. I knew you ducked in here the second I came down this hallway. Did you forget that I have your scent so far lodged inside me that it's impossible to purge? I actually got bored waiting for you to come out. So I decided to end it early." He explained, his voice the calmest Draco ever heard it. His eyes darted around, looking for gaps. Draco couldn't move fast enough or slip away from Greyback like this.

"Why can't I apparate?" Draco's voice trembled.

"Oh, that," Greyback cracked a sinister smile, "after we all apparated out of the manor and I returned, The Dark Lord set in place wards that prevent anyone from apparating in or out of here. Which means sweet mummy or auntie can't rescue you. Nobody can get in or out of here. You and I have the whole place to ourselves…for hours…and hours…"

Draco sputtered, his face blanching. At least his parents were safe from Greyback. No…not even that, they were with the Dark Lord, locked in a battle against Hogwarts. They were still in danger and there was nothing he could do about it, except wait for them to return home…if he was even alive when they did…if his parents even made it home.

"Don't look so shocked, Draco," at each use of his name, Greyback drawled it out, mocking him, "you knew this was coming. It was only a matter of time. And your time…officially ran out."

"Are you going to kill me?" Draco asked. Panic laced his veins, suffocating his lungs. But there was something else too, something that budded since his time trapped in the cabin.

"Haven't decided yet." Greyback teased. "Killing you would be such a waste. And I won't turn you. Turning you would ruin that delicate face you got. I'm not about to do that." His tongue painted his lips as his eyes roved over the boy's body.

Draco hunkered down, tense and his chest tight.

"Anyway, enough chatter. Get out of there." Greyback dropped his arms to his sides and stepped back.

Draco refused to move, his pale blue eyes locked on the werewolf. He was afraid to obey, but he was afraid to defy. Especially now that he was trapped on the property, wandless, with nobody around. This would be about survival only. Survive.

"Do not make me drag you out of there." Greyback growled low, his top lip curled, fangs poking out. With a rallying breath, Draco dropped one leg out, placing his foot solidly on the ground. Without breaking eye contact with the beast, he slipped out of the closet and planted both feet firmly down. His heart was pounding in his throat so hard he feared it'd burst right there. Taking a measured step forward, Greyback lifted his arms and closed the closet doors behind Draco.

"You see…" he said calmly, "isn't life so much less painful if you listen and obey your master?"

"You're not my master." Draco hissed contemptuously. Greyback paused, a playful half-grin on his face, but a darkness in his eyes.

"By the end of tonight…you will call me master." Draco couldn't suppress a shiver. "I've missed this side of you the most." He stepped forward as Draco stepped backwards, his spine and shoulders pressed against the wood of the wardrobe. "I like to stoke your fires, get them high and hot…and then suffocate them into embers."

Draco couldn't believe how long he held Greyback's stare this time. Although his face was hot and flushed, he didn't cower. He was tired of cowering, tired of running, tired of hiding. Greyback took another step, their noses almost touching. He lifted his hand to stroke Draco's cheek with the backs of his fingers. At last, Draco dropped his eyes.

"Interesting…" he commented aloud, "you are more emboldened in the absence of your parents. I didn't expect that of you. With them safely out of my war path, you have nothing to lose but yourself, am I correct?"

Draco stopped breathing through his nose, Greyback's rancorous breath churned his stomach. There was a whiff of blood in the air.

"Answer me." Greyback lifted his left hand, drawing lines along Draco's throat. The other, raked down the wooden door of the wardrobe behind him, the deep peeling sound as he dragged his claws reminding Draco that his patience and temper was not something to take lightly. It didn't matter if Draco was an object of desire instead of destruction. It didn't matter if Greyback admitted to enjoying his defiance at times.

"Yes." Draco finally whispered in response. The clawing of the door stopped, and both his hands came to cup Draco along his jaw. He tipped Draco's head up for a better angle before mercilessly crushing his mouth on his. Reactively, Draco's limbs flew up to his chest to push him off and his body twisted to escape the hold. Claws dug in deeper at his throat, hard enough to bite in and draw blood against a few of them. Greyback pushed Draco's body with his torso back hard enough into the wardrobe doors that there was a splintering crack. It didn't bother him as his mouth refused to budge from Draco's.

Finally, he released him. Draco sucked in a huge gasp of air, nearly breathless from the assault.

"You're mine." He whispered roughly over Draco's head. Knowing better than to argue, he stayed silent. "I'd make you get on your knees and pleasure me with your mouth." Draco's face tightened in horror. Never before had Greyback forced him to do that. "But I know you. The spitfire that you are you would probably bite me. And then I'd have to snap your pretty, little doll neck."

Draco flinched as the beast gripped his shoulders and steered him to the bed in the room. Spinning him around, he shoved the boy roughly down onto the mattress then pursued. Crawling over his body, he lay waste to his neck and face with his tongue and teeth, nipping hard on his neck, but not hard enough to break his skin. Draco shivered when he felt his arousal pressing against his inner thigh. Greyback's hard, excited panting in his ear disgusted Draco, but he kept his eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

Suddenly a thought tumbled into his head. His wand….He has a wand with him. I could use that to fight back. Draco flinched again as Greyback ripped his shirt apart then shrugged off his own coat. I saw him take it out of his trousers pocket. He probably still has it there…His mouth was invaded brutally, tongue gagging him, hands on his head to hold him still. Draco submitted, hoping to convince Greyback to drop his guard. Slowly, Draco lifted a hand and placed it against the beast's chest. The other, he hovered by his side, near the pocket he believed the wand to be in.

Greyback broke off and stared into Draco's eyes, an unreadable expression on his face. Draco froze, fearing he already caught on.

"Are you submitting to me, Draco? Your frantic fighting has stopped."

Draco leveled his gaze with him.

"What does fighting do? You could overpower me in seconds, and do away with me." He reasoned. He let his hands drop, feigning innocence and defeat. "I'm tired of fighting the same battle." He nearly went to say more, but decided to stop talking. Rambling on likely have the opposite effect of what he wanted.

"Tell me…Draco. Tell me that you submit to me." Greyback growled.

Draco swallowed nervously, his lips parted, breathing unsteadily.

"I submit."

His reaction was intense and instant, his arousal twitched and a breathless, raspy growl leaked from his mouth. Grabbing Draco's wrists, Greyback pinned them above his head and opened his jaw wide, grabbing hold of Draco's throat. Draco squirmed in panic, worried he was about to rip out his whole throat and end him. Instead, he dragged his fangs off until his mouth closed again, kissing his throat.

"Tell me you want me to destroy you." He demanded.

Draco resisted the urge to struggle in his grip.

"Destroy me?" He repeated with uncertainty. "I thought you weren't going to kill me!"

"No. This won't kill you." He whispered against Draco's ear. "But you'll wish I killed you when I'm finished. Now tell me."

"Destroy me…" Draco whispered, voice shaking. His façade was cracking, worry seeping in now that his hands were far from his target.

"Say my name."

"Greyback."

"Not that one." Greyback growled impatiently.

"Fenrir…" Draco whispered. The beast reacted, his hands closing down around Draco's wrists so hard it hurt. Between his legs he felt the beast grow harder, pressing it into him. His panting grew heavier and his mouth grew rougher with Draco's neck, leaving dark purple bruises from his ear down to his collarbone.

"Say it!" He growled again.

"Fenrir…" Draco replied in a soft, trembling whisper.

Greyback panted heavily into his ear, his claws plunging into Draco's forearms. Blood dripped down his skin, staining the bedspread. The only sound was the dance of their breath and the pounding of Draco's heart in his throat. Then, Greyback chuckled, short and low against Draco's neck. It came again, that low chuckling, only this time he didn't stop. Gradually, his chuckle grew louder. His forehead hit the mattress, still laughing and wheezing from the force of it.

Draco froze, a new unlocked fear filling his mind. He shifted uncomfortably, now that Greyback had let down all of his weight on top of him.

"What's so funny?" He whispered.

The beast continued laughing, a feral edge to the sound. His laughter was not born out of humor. He lifted his head, gazing down at Draco, his laughter ceased but his smile remained.

"I have to kill you."