Greyback POV

I stood in the room starring down at her, watching her chest slowly rise and fall. As soon as Voldermort had made his way over she had passed out falling with a large thud to the floor. Bellatrix had screamed and kicked her while I just stood there looking on, knowing it was pointless. All of this was. As ways of tortured she had gone through a lot, much more than her aunt ever had, yet she was still here, she still wasn't mad, it made me want her more. She was more of a challenge then the other girls I would so easily rip apart, and she did taste wonderful.

She started to stir and I took my position next to her watching her wake. As soon as her eyes opened she clutched her side where Bellatrix had kicked her crying out in pain. She did this for several moments occasionally sucking in a deep breathe before her eyes eventually locked on me.

"Why aren't I like that?" she said in a less than audible voice.

I was a little confused by her question. Did she mean like me, or her mother?

"Whatever do you mean my pet?"

"Voldermort…I thought."

"Ah, no. He didn't see any point. Bellatrix was annoyed to no end."

"What?"

"What use are you to the cause? Even if you are Bellatrix's daughter, you're obviously not like her. So what's the point really?"

I saw a small smile creep on to her lips but it quickly disappeared.

"What about…Werewolf. I don't…want to be….like you."

She wasn't the first person to say that. "You won't, you may have a few…new traits...like your food a little fresher, different Sexual," I eyed her up and down and I could see her squirm. I loved it. "Desires."

She sat herself up against the wall while I stood there watching her. She didn't even seem that bothered by my presence anymore.

"Is she really going to hurt Neville?"

I chuckled starting to pace the room "She tortured you and you're her own flesh and blood. What do you think she is going to do to him?"

She nodded sadly and I could see the tears rolling down her face. "I…I don't want…him to get hurt." She whispered hanging her head and I smirked.

"Well, if you don't want that."

I grabbed her by the throat pulling her up pining her against the wall.

"I can think of a way not to let it happen." My eyes roamed her body and I brought my wand up to her neck tracing her jaw with the tip.

I looked up at her face and she was starring at me disgusted, she knew exactly what I wanted.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"No one has left a mark on me before." I said turning me head to the side so she could see the scar that bloody mirror she smashed in my face had left. "So I thought, I should…return the favour." I said while pulling the cloth away from her shoulder. The wound hadn't started to heal; but it wasn't bleeding anymore. The skin around it was a deep purple which I thought looked absolutely lovely, my bite marks perfectly moulded into her flesh still bright pink and raw.

"You're going to do whatever you want to me no matter what…aren't you?"

"Of course."

"Maybe I should learn to enjoy it then."

I looked into her eyes to find her starring into mine, not a trace of fear. This was new.

"What?"

"I don't want to be raped." She whispered. "I'd rather go along with it willingly."

My moved my mouth to her ear harshly nibbling on her lobe. "But I prefer it when they scream." I growled.

"I'll scream if you want."

In that moment I forced my mouth against her to actually have the sensation of her kissing me back. "Will you do anything I want?" She nodded sharply as I attacked her lips with my own again. I have never experienced anything like this. Usually with...woman…there was no need for kissing, why bother with something like that? But her lips against mine felt wonderful, and if she was willing to do this I would oblige, for now.

I felt my wand slip from my hand but at this point I didn't care. All I wanted to do was rip her clothes off, but seeing as she was willing to obey, I was going to use it to my advantage.

"I want you…to taste me."

"What…what do you mean?" she said a little too naively.

I looked down and smirked and the realisation came to her face.

"Oh."

"Or I could just...shove it,"

"No! No! I'll do it."

I released the grip on her throat and she slowly slid down until she was on her knees. I felt her hands start to play with the buckle of m trousers and I leaned my head back ready for what was about to happen.

"STUPEFY!"

I actually remember cringing a little when I wrote this. Urgh. I hate Greyback. Review? There is only about 4 chapters left, I think.