Authors Note: The inspiration for this story comes from a prompt I saw on Facebook.
Prompt #789:
"Run."
"If the potion only makes you attack the people you love. I'll be fine. I can stay here and stop you from attacking anyone you actually do love- "
"I love you!" the villain snarled, concrete fracturing under their fingers their fingers. "Now run!"
For months it had been managed; controled, for the most part at least. The urge to hunt, to kill, to destroy everything he held dear. The Dark Lord had done this to him, his former master turning him into this monster, an abomination. What was that saying about the sins of the father becoming the sins of the child? His fathers' sins had cost him his humanity, cost him the life he had intended to live. The Malfoy family had failed their master far too many times, and as punishment Draco had been experimented upon; transformed into a weapon of sorts; a hybrid; infected by both werewolf and vampire, he was the first of his kind, a real-life Jackal and Hyde.
He'd managed to keep his transformation a secret, all those who had experimented on him were dead, Voldemort was dead as well, had been for months now. He'd managed to keep his secrets even through the trials, where he had been handed a sentence that was lenient; three years of his wand been monitored; fifty thousand galleons towards restoration and a compulsory additional year back at Hogwarts.
The only people still alive who knew what he was, what he had become were his mother and Theo. They both knew just how dangerous he was, that he was a murderer, that he had killed his own father in retribution for the pain he had injured while been experimented upon, as he was injected with potions and poisons.
He thought coming back to Hogwarts would be easy, would be simple, he could manage the hunger, the need for blood, the desires to make more of his kind. It was under control, his condition, or at least it was before he smelled her, a girl he had been obsessed with for years. The sweet scent of honey and jasmine drifting across the hall during the welcoming feast; it had taken all his control to escape, his eyes shifting from silver to black as he ran out of the hall. He wanted her, needed her, the same way he used to need oxygen, the way he needed blood, she was essential to his continued existence, yet he kept his distance scared he would hurt her, kill her too. She'd been through more than anyone should, been tortured while he had watched unable to stop his deranged aunt Bellatrix. Hermione Jane Granger didn't deserve anymore burdens to bare, so he kept his distance; avoided her at all costs. It was like a sixth sense; he knew where she was always, could feel it in his very soul. He should have known that she'd figure it out, that she could sense their connection too. She wasn't known as the brightest witch in a generation for nothing.
"Why are you avoiding me," she asked stepping out of a darkened alcove, a thick shall wrapped around her petite form, to ward off the winter chill.
"I'm not," he replied, stepping away from her.
"You are, have been for months now. Professor Vector has paired us together Malfoy, we need to work together, so remove that stick from your arse so we can work on our Arithmancy project together," she continued, her amber eyes flashing with anger.
"Granger you need to leave now," he told her, clenching his hands into tight fists, his sharpened nails digging into his palms.
"What on earth is going on with you," she asked, taking a step closer to him.
"Stay away Granger," he growled, his eyes flashing black, the girl before him gasped, stepping back from him in shock.
"What are you," she asked taking a tentative step towards him.
"A monster, stay away from me Granger, it's for your own safety," he told her.
"Is this why you won't come near me, why you keep leaving rooms when I enter them," she asked him.
"I'm a danger to you Granger," he told her seriously.
"But not to anyone else," she asked moving further towards him, Draco stepped away, his back connecting with the cold stone of the corridors wall.
"I'm a danger to them too," he confessed.
"Yet you sit with them, attend class with them, but not with me, why's that," she asked, stepping closer still, if he were to reach his arm out, he'd be able to touch her now, be able to grab her, to claim her.
"I don't want to hurt you, I never want to see you hurt again," he confessed.
"I don't think you are capable of hurting me," she told him, her sweet scent ensnaring his senses, how could one woman smell so intoxicating.
"I could," he told her.
"I feel it you know, the bond that's formed between us, ever since that first night back in the castle, I've felt it pulling me towards you," she informed him, her head tilted slightly to reveal her tantalising neck to him.
"Granger you need to go, NOW," he begged. It was taking every part of him not to grab her, to take her in this corridor and make her his for all eternity.
"No, I don't know what you are, but I know what the bond is, I went to the library, I researched it," she told him firmly as she stepped closer. Her chest pressing against his own.
He could have laughed, of course the beautiful swot had been to the library. Instead, he growled out one word, "RUN."
"No, I'm your mate and I'm choosing you," she replied resting one hand above his heart.
"Granger, you need to run, I won't be able to stop myself," he pleaded with her.
"You haven't hurt me, you won't ever be able to hurt me, mates are the most compatible people for one another, I'm choosing this, I'm choosing you," she told him.
"You won't ever be able to leave me," he told her.
"I know," she nodded. Unclenching his fists he reached forward, one hand holding her hip while the other tenderly creased her face.
"Last chance to run Granger," he told her.
"Never," she told him, stepping onto her tiptoes she pressed her lips against his, her arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted her into his arms, deepening the kiss as he carried his mate to his bedroom in the dungeons.