Hunger

Rated M

Trigger Warning: Violence

He had known it would be like this to an extent. He knew once he caught her scent he wouldn't be able to let her go from him. She created a hunger in him that nothing else would satisfy. He had tried to fight the want, the need, but now he was giving in to the beast. The beast had been pacing at the back of his mind for days pushing his desire for her to the forefront of his human mind.

"Ours," the best grumbled. "His dirty hands touch ours."

He had to agree with the beast. He couldn't stand that the Weasel touched her so intimately. He couldn't stand that he stroked her cheek and nuzzled her neck. The beast growled low in the back of Draco's mind. "Ours. Must claim what is ours."

Draco nodded. "Ours," he whispered. "We'll claim her soon."

"Malfoy?" she asked with a hint of confusion. "What are you doing here?"

She didn't invite him in and she didn't open the door completely in his presence. She was careful and he was appreciative. "Invite me in Granger, it's good manners," he said with a grin.

She was wary of him. He could feel the tension radiating from her as she stood calm in appearance. "I was just headed out," she said softly. "You're welcome to walk with me. I'm meeting the others at a café." She hesitated for a moment before she spoke again. "They'll be worried if I don't show up on time," she added for her comfort.

"I would love to walk with you… Hermione."

He stared at the bloody mess in front of him. He wished he could feel sympathy, but there was none. He had been in the way. He had touched her one time to many and the beast couldn't tolerate the behavior any longer. "He dies, now."

The beast commanded and Draco obeyed. The beast was in control and Draco was just the vessel for destruction. He heard a whimper from the corner of the room. "I won't hurt you," he whispered and shuddered when she sobbed loudly.

He shouldn't enjoy her pain, but some of it was deserved. She should have never let the Weasel touch her intimately. She should have never let him touch her at all. Her choices had led to this moment and the destruction was her burden to bear. "She comes with us, now."

"Come Hermione," Draco said stoutly. "We have to leave."

She shook her head, but at his deep growl she stood and followed him obediently. "I never wanted this you know," he said to her as he pulled her against him. "It's him, it's always been him."

"Who?" she whispered.

"Fenir," Draco said with a shrug. "My master, my maker. He wanted you, always has and when he saw the chance to take you through me he did without hesitation."

Hermione stopped and Draco turned to face her. "You… you aren't Fenir."

Draco's silver eyes turned an odd shade of yellow and he grinned wickedly. He gripped her hair tightly and licked the shell of her ear before speaking again. "Of course I am Hermione. He claims us when he turns us and now you will be claimed."

"Mine," the beast growled.

"Ours," Draco answered out loud before apparating away.

FIN