Author's Note: The story may or may not have adult content in the future. I'm still not sure if it will go in that direction, or if I will be capable of writing it.

Show me your face, show me a reason to think,

My soul can be saved if I sell you my sins

I'm going blind, but one thing's clear

Death is the only salvation for me

"Again," Harry ordered. Draco huffed in frustration.

"We've been at it for hours, Potter. Surely we can take a break," he pleaded. Harry was a surprisingly ruthless teacher, forcing him through battle maneuvers over and over again, until they were perfect. He wondered if it was revenge for all the years of torment.

"Fine," Harry growled. "Fifteen minutes." Draco nodded tiredly and sank into a comfy armchair that the Room of Requirement had conveniently provide. He allowed his eyes to close as he leaned back to savor the few moments of rest he had been allotted. He could feel every muscle he knew he had aching, and then some.

His eyes snapped open when he heard the door creak open and two people walk in. It was Granger and Weasley. It was his first time seeing them since he had been brought to Hogwarts as he had spent his days locked away in his room except for his training. He noted that Weasley smelled of grass. That was another thing he had learned to do. His heightened sense of smell allowed him to identify people's scents from quite far away. Granger smelled of... something. He couldn't put a name to it but it was wonderful and intoxicating. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent. He suddenly came back to his senses and shuddered realizing he had basically been sniffing Granger.

"What are they doing here," he demanded.

"I thought you might benefit from some team-based combat practice," Harry replied. "Since you've had plenty of practice working against me, you and I will be a team against Ron and Hermione." Draco sighed and nodded. They stepped to the edges of the room and Draco watched as several walls formed in the center of the room, providing a battlefield. Within the outer walls were more walls of a similar height forming a maze-like layout. He and Harry entered the maze from one end, while Hermione and Ron entered from the other. After they had spent several minutes in the maze, Draco realized he could smell them nearby.

"We're getting close," he murmured to Harry. Harry nodded, and raised his wand as they turned the corner, shields raised. Two red beams hit their shields as they entered a small clearing in the maze. Ron and Hermione were poised at the opposite end of the clearing. What followed, was a furious mess of spells and shields. The two teams were quite evenly matched. Suddenly, Harry managed to catch Hermione off-guard with a tripping jinx. When she dropped her shield, he shot a stunning spell at her. No, Draco's werewolf growled. He suddenly found himself tackling Hermione to the ground as he growled at Harry furiously. The stunning spell passed harmlessly over their heads.

"Mine," he snarled instinctively. The spells all stopped as the other three stared at him.

"What the fuck, Malfoy," Harry swore. "What was that for?"

"I- I- don't know," Draco stuttered staring down at Hermione. Gods she smelled even better up close. He moaned lowly and fought the urge to bury his nose in her riotous curls. Hermione looked up at him with confusion and surprise before she quickly shoved him off her and brushed herself off, refusing to look at him.

"And was that about 'mine'," Ron asked furiously. "What are you playing at, Malfoy?"

"I don't know," he yell frustrated. "I'm just as confused as you are. Since I've never had problems watching people send spells at Granger before, my best guess would be that it's a werewolf thing. It's not exactly like I have anyone to talk to about these things. My condition didn't exactly come with a how-to manual."

"You could try talking to Remus," Hermione piped up unexpectedly. Draco's eyes snapped to her, but she was still looking resolutely at her feet.

"Remus Lupin?"

"Yeah, he's a werewolf remember? I'm sure if you owled him, he'd be happy to tell you anything you need to know about being one." Draco nodded, still uneasy about what had happened.

"That would be helpful... Thanks, Granger." Harry sighed as the walls around them sank back into the ground, leaving the room empty.

"I think it would be best if we end today's training session until we know what exactly is going on with you, Malfoy." Draco nodded again, thankful for the reprieve.

"Same time tomorrow?" Harry shook his head.

"Get this thing sorted out first. It's dangerous to be dueling when you're not completely in control of yourself."

That night, Draco scribbled a quick letter to Lupin reintroducing himself, explaining his condition, and requesting any information he may have. The next morning, his owl returned with a letter inviting him to visit him so that they may talk in person. After obtaining permission and a portkey from the headmaster, he wrote back accepting Lupin's offer.

The portkey brought him to a small house in a heavily wooded area. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but it opened before he had the chance.

"I heard you coming," Remus explained. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Draco, though I wish it were under better circumstances," he said ruefully. "Please, come in." He opened the door wider, and ushered Draco into the living room.

"I was rather surprised you were willing to meet me," Draco admitted. "I know I did not make your time at Hogwarts easy." Remus smiled sadly.

"True as that may be, Draco, I would not wish this life on anyone. When I was bitten, I had no one to guide me. It would have made my life a hell of a lot easier," he snorted. "So, firstly, who bit you," Remus asked, getting straight to the point.

"Fenrir Greyback," Draco replied, coldly. Remus sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. It appears we have even more in common then since Greyback was my sire as well."

"Sire?"

"Yes, in the werewolf world, the person who turned you is known as your sire or dame. Usually they're supposed to take you into their pack and help you adjust, but obviously Greyback is different." Lupin's expression darkened. "We're actually rather lucky that we have the same sire. Werewolves instinctively seek their pack during their first few moons, but since we have the same blood, so to speak, I can probably help you override the need to seek out Greyback." Draco nodded.

"What about the transformation itself? What's it like?" Lupin hummed.

"It's rather like polyjuice, but at an accelerated rate. I won't sugar coat it for you, Draco. It is extremely painful and it doesn't get better. You just learn to be able to withstand it." Draco grew more and more nervous at his words. "Severus should be able to provide you with wolfsbane to help you keep your mind during the transformation." Draco nodded, knowing his godfather had already agreed to provide him with some. "You've probably noticed heightened senses as well, sight, smell, and hearing?" Draco nodded. He already knew all this.

"Would being a werewolf increase my protectiveness of others," he asked urgently, thinking of the fight. Lupin's brow furrowed.

"Only in special cases. Why? Did something happen?" Draco sighed.

"Potter and I were doing some combat training with Weasley and Granger. When Potter fired a smell at Granger my werewolf got really upset and I may have tackled her to the ground to protect her. The werewolf felt really angry at Potter too." Remus' eyes widened.

"Draco, you have to understand that things like that only happen very rarely," he said slowly. "You may have to be a bit open minded about this." Draco felt uneasiness settle in his stomach.

"Just tell me what it is so I can fix it," he snapped, sharply.

"It's not exactly something you can fix, Draco." He hesitated. "How much do you know about werewolf mating?"

"Oh hell no," Draco squeaked. "Are you saying my werewolf side wants to do that with Granger?" Remus swallowed down his amusement at the look of nausea that Draco wore.

"Not exactly. I'm saying there is a very real possibility that she is the mate for you."

"What," Draco yelled, "that's impossible! We don't even like each other for Merlin's sake. Just because I tackled her and felt protective of her for a split second doesn't mean anything right?" Remus hummed wondering how look Draco's dislike of Hermione would last if his hunch was true, and he was fairly certain it was.

"It may seem like a minor thing to you, Draco, but it is quite a clear indicator. If they are not part of a pack, werewolves are generally lone beings. That said, your protection of Hermione speaks volumes about what she means to you, conscious opinions notwithstanding." Draco considered this.

"So, what does this mean for me? Am I going to die without her or what?" Remus snorted.

"We're not veela, Draco. We can survive perfectly well without our mates. I can certainly attest to that." He gestured around his home that was quite clearly inhabited by a male. "What I have heard from other mated werewolves is that you will find it harder and harder to stay away from her, the longer you wait. You can resist if you so choose, but you'd be the first I've heard of to be successful in that regard. I've also heard that having a mate makes the transformation easier and less taxing on the body. Other than that, I'm not really sure. Most werewolves are extremely protective and possessive of their mates and don't share information about them easily." Draco groaned.

"I'm doomed."

"If I may offer a bit of advice, Draco. I would suggest you speak to Hermione about it. From what I know of her, it would be much better if you told her upfront what you know rather than waiting for her to find out on her own, and trust me, she will find out." Draco snorted. Remus sighed. "If Hermione is your mate, you will know as the full moon comes closer. We tend to be more in touch with our... animal half then."

When Draco walked into the training room, he was alarmed to see that it was Granger, and not Potter, who was waiting for him. He'd been successfully avoiding her since his talk with Remus two weeks ago.

"Er..."

"Hello, Malfoy," she said quietly. "I asked Harry to let me take over today because I needed to talk to you."

"About what," he asked nervously. She fixed him with a piercing glare that made him fidget even more.

"I think I figured out the cause of your strange behavior during the combat practice."

"Oh really," Draco asked, his voice unusually high. Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"You know already don't you," she accused. "Were you planning on telling me that I'm your... your..."

"Mate," he said finishing her question. Hermione looked away, blushing.

"Yes, that." Draco sighed.

"I planned on telling you eventually. I've just been putting it off." Hermione huffed and crossed her arms. "Look," he continued, "I don't expect anything from you alright? We can just continue on with things as they have been." Hermione stared at him.

"And what about you?"

"What about me? I'll be fine," he snapped "It's not like I'm exactly eager to have you as my mate." He felt strangely guilty when she appeared hurt by his barb. However, her expression quickly cooled.

"Fine. Let's get on with the training then." He nodded stiffly and they began circling each other. Hermione struck first, throwing a rictusempra at him, which he swiftly dodged. He threw a jelly-legs jinx back at her, but nothing came out of his wand. Draco groaned as Hermione quickly approached him.

"What was that," she demanded.

"Don't yell at me," he replied, frustrated. "It's not like I know what's going on. I did the incantation and movement correctly but my magic didn't cooperate." Hermione's brow furrowed.

"Do you think it's related to the mate thing," she asked hesitantly. Draco shrugged.

"Probably. Hell if I know." Hermione sighed.

"Well, if you can't throw spells at me, I won't be able to train you. Not with magical combat at least. Has Harry started you on hand-to-hand combat yet?" Draco nodded. It had undoubtedly been the worst part of the training as he had absolutely zero experience with it. Luckily, being a werewolf gave him increased strength and endurance. Most wizards never bothered learning it as it was considered an extremely muggle form of fighting, and was not very useful in a magical fight. However, Harry had insisted it would give him an advantage should he be disarmed.

"Perfect, we can work on that then." Hermione reached up to put her hair in a ponytail and Draco's gaze was immediately drawn to the smooth pale skin of her neck. His eyes darkened as they hungrily traced the line of her collarbone and lower...

"Ready," she asked, interrupting his train of thought.

"Y-yeah," he stuttered as he cursed the werewolf. They circled each other once again and Hermione once again made the first strike. She aimed a kick at his midsection, but he caught her foot, using it to twist her and throw her to the ground, which the room had conveniently changed to a lightly padded surface. Draco moved to pin her but she kneed him in the stomach, and deftly flipped him over, straddling his stomach.

"Pinned," she declared triumphantly. Draco's werewolf growled and he instinctively pushed her over, pinning her to the ground. Hermione scowled at him.

"I already won, Malfoy," she told him angrily. Draco ignored her. He could smell her heady scent that was distinctly Hermione. Draco leaned closer to her pulse point, taking a deep breath. Hermione squirmed under him. "Get off me," she ordered indignantly. Their mate should not be fighting them, his wolf growled. Draco blinked as he fought through the haze and struggled to regain control.

"Stop moving," he gritted out. Hermione ignored him and continued trying to push him off. "Hermione, stop moving before I do something we'll both regret," he growled in a dangerously low voice. She froze, looking straight at him and was shocked to see that his eyes were a light blue instead of the usual grey.

End note: I decided I wanted to take the idea of there being two sides to a werewolf quite literally. When Draco's eyes turned blue, that was a sign of the wolf peeking through. Also, random note, adult wolves have yellow eyes, but pups have blue eyes. I decided since Draco was newly turned, it would be appropriate for his wolf to have blue eyes instead of the usual yellow. Leave a review and let me know what you think!