Draco sat in his room,looking through an old family album he'd found in his mother's room. Out of nowhere the door to his room flew open. Draco looked up to see who opened the door, Fenrir Greyback. Within seconds of Draco noticing Greyback, he charged. Digging his sharp claws and teeth into Draco's face, throat, and chest. Panic filled his body as the werewolf tore into him. He felt blood dripping down his chest. His energy draining fast, his mind was going numb. He felt like this was it, the end. Greyback threw him into the wall. Draco layed there, his whole body numb and sore. Time went by slowly as he waited for someone to find him, to take away his pain. He wanted to call out, but Greyback had torn his vocal cords, rendering him speechless. Footsteps were heard outside his room, coming closer. Lucius opened the door, looked around for a second before he noticed Draco. Lucius quickly grabbed Draco, panic clear in his cool grey eyes. "Hang on." Lucius muttered before apperating to Hogwarts were he knew Voldemort wouldn't try and harm Draco.
Madame Pomfrey was sitting in her office, completing some files. She heard the doors to the infirmary slam open and she quickly got up to see what was going on. She walked quickly over to Draco, laying him on the closest bed and performing a simple healing spell on his wounds, trying to close up the internal damage so that he can drink some potions for energy and healing. The only sign of life that Draco gave was his slight moans of pain. "Hang in there dear, I'm almost done." She told him as she finished up with the last spell. Pulling her wand away, Madame Pomfrey sighed. "You get some rest now dear." Madame Pomfrey said turning and walking back to her office.
Dumbledore walked with Harry around the hall, telling him about what he must do in the upcoming year. Dumbledore stopped in front of the infirmary doors. "What is it Professor?" Harry asked, looking at the infirmary doors as well. Without warning, Dumbledore quickly walked in and over to one of the beds. Harry followed, not sure what else to do. "Harry, Madame Pomfrey has a lot of work to do, why don't you help her out?" Harry nodded and walked over to Madame Pomfrey. "Madame Pomfrey, Dumbledore wants me to help you since you are really busy." Harry said, not really wanting to interrupt her. "You can use this rag to cleanse Mr. Malfoy's wounds." Madame Pomfrey said handing him an ice cold rag that smelled of an odd mix of potions.
Harry, wondering if Madame Pomfrey really said Malfoy or if he was imagining it, looked at the person laying in the bed. Sure enough, Draco Malfoy was laying in the bed, his chest bare and covered in huge, deep wounds. His neck also bearing similar wounds. Just by looking at the wounds, Harry knew that no human could've done this to him. That Malfoy was attacked by some sort of creature. A vicious one based on how deep they are. Harry let out a slight groan before sitting in the chair and running the rag gently across the huge claw marks. Malfoy clench his eyes close and Harry assumed that the liquid on the rag was causing his wounds to burn. Harry pulled the rag away and rung it over the bucket before continuing to run it over Malfoy's wounds.
Draco lie in the comfortable bed as someone gently rubbed something across his wounds. The pain almost instantly vanished as the cool liquid soaked into his wounds, stinging at first, but soom dissolving, taking the pain with it. Wanting to know who it was that was bringing him such comfort, Draco slowly opened his eyes. He jumped quickly away from the hand that held the rag, his mind racing. "W-What, are you doing!" Draco half yelled despite the fact the yelling hurt his throat. "Calm down Malfoy, I didn't want to be the one that help cleanse your wounds, but Madame Pomfrey asked me to, well more like handing me the rag and telling me what to do before walking back to her office." It was clear by the tone in Harry's voice , that he was telling the truth, he really didn't want to be here. "So then why are you helping me?" Draco asked, breaking the silence. Harry only shrugged. "Draco, what exactly did this" Harry asked, his hand still holding the rag that now rested on Draco's chest. Draco looked away, not wanting to tell Harry the truth about the marks that cover his chest and neck. "Fine, be stubborn." Harry said, continuing to run the rag across his wounds.
Draco let his head turn to look at Potter, not intentionally. He noticed that Potter's eyes were drifting to Draco's bare chest. Draco found himself fighting a deep flush that threatened to show. Out of nowhere, he heard Potter laugh quietly. "Something Funny." Draco sneered. "I saw that blush." Potter laughed again. Draco turned his head away, slightly embarrassed. "Wow, I didn't think anything like that would ever happen." The tone in Potters voice made Draco wonder if he was smirking or not. "Are you done yet?!" Draco aske, somewhat annoyed. "Done with what?" Potter asked and Draco wanted so badly to hex Potter, but he didn't know here his wand was."Done messing with me!" Draco yelled, instantly regretting it cause his throat started to sting. "Calm down, you don't want your wounds to reopen." Potter put the rag back in the small bucket. Draco groan in annoyance. Why is Potter so annoying!? "Welp, I'm done, so I'm going to leave to to complain alone." Potter stood up, and started to walk away. "By the way, the next full moon is about a week away,better figure out if your going to take the Wolfsbane or not." Potter said before closing the door behind him. Draco laid there for a few seconds, thinking about what Harry had said. Should he take the wolfsbane and be isolated or should he hide and suffer through the transformation?
Well, that's the end of my first chapter, 1,053 words not counting this.
I'm going to try and publish at least one part a week. BU BYE! 23