Draco's face was boiling, his entire body was heating up, and he closed his eyes momentarily. He saw them attacking once again, but he couldn't remember how he'd gotten here. Had he passed out.
"AH" Draco shouted momentarily.
He was having trouble restraining the painful outburst, as he felt the venom devouring everything inside of him. The feeling of his heart being engulfed by a wolf looking monster, it felt as though something had sunk it's teeth inside of his heart. He could see millions of werewolves made of the venom galloping throughout his veins, traveling...search for an entrance to his brain.
"FUCK" Draco shouted.
His skin became a bit paler, not hairier...just paler. Before he knew what he was doing his was thrashing around unaware of what was happening...then the bedposts were the first to break, and Draco fell to the floor. He was toppled over in pain, knees on the floor...his hands as well. The venom trickled down his spine, and all he felt was pain.
'Snap out of it Draco'
It was crawling...his skin, something traveled up his ear. He felt it, until suddenly it broke through the barriers of his mind, and wrapped itself tightly around his brain. Draco looked at a mirror that was a full length mirror, held by wooden posts. He watched as his eyes went from grey, to more of a black. His breathing deepened, and he could here himself huffing...growling. As Draco looked down, he felt the venom take over. Before him, in the mirror...was a large brown wolf, it's eyes were a mystified brown...enchanting.
He was a large bearlike wolf, he was no longer Draco...who was he then? Not Malfoy...this was not Draco Malfoy. This was someone else entirely...are they a friend, or foe?
Draco heard a whistling sound, that he was beckoned by, and he ran out of the bedroom door. Sending pieces of dark brown wood everywhere, he stopped in the large living room. Where a large black wolf met his eyes.
"Come" it said.
It bolted out of the front door, and Draco followed his tail behind him. His speed picking up, and he was unaware of how to stop it. When the black wolf stopped, it nudged him sideways, causing Draco to stop in his tracks. He looked to a white wolf, whom he could tell was the pack leader. The black wolf approached the grey wolf, and Draco went to follow-
"Stay" growled the black wolf.
Draco sat down, obediently...unable to move from his place. Other wolves were sitting in a circle around Draco, whereas the grey wolf sat in the center with a white wolf...and now the black wolf.
"I am Arceo Avery, my son...you are one of us now, and since I've given you this humble blessing-"
That's what he calls it?
"You will indeed give me two things in return, civil obedience...and the choice of whom you're engravement will be" growled Arceo.
Draco examined the other wolves, whom were awaiting his response. The white wolf beside him looked, incredibly shocked...for a wolf.
"There is an Hermione Granger, I am sure you're aware" spoke Arceo.
Draco continued to listen, upon hearing Hermione's name.
"You will kill her, and whom ever else is with her...before the dark lord is to arrive, I want no mistakes made" Arceo ordered.
Something Draco's mind clicked momentarily, but then was forced back...all he could do was nod his head.
"Demetri, you will accompany him" stated Arceo.
The white wolf bowed to the grey wolf, and signaled for Draco to follow...this was Demitri Avery? Draco followed closely behind, as him and Demitri moved quickly. When they stopped they were at a hill, and Demitri sighed.
"Remember your orders"...something within him told him.
"I need you to listen very carefully"Demitri began.
Poor Draco...she knew he'd be strong, but where was he now? With a wild bunch of savage ex Death Eaters? New werewolves are natural hosts of three main causes...engravement, enslavement, or revenge...Enslavement? Not likely, Draco had already been a Death Eater, they'd might as well just bring back Voldemort if they'd wanted him as a slave. Revenge...no hard feelings between Lucius and Argo Avery – what was left didn't seem the proper choice. Engravement of who? To what extent, and why would they choose Draco? He wasn't the candidate for this job, if he'd been chose for an 'engravement' of whom? Wolf pack leaders naturally chose someone young, but a majority of Wolf Pack Leaders, usually select wisely...but why Draco.
Lucius sighed, he'd come back after Ginny had left...hoping for some action, but the elder Malfoy was receiving no attention.
"If you are so interested in these werewolf concept, why not just meet with one of them?" questioned Lucius.
Hermione looked to Lucius, intrigued by what he'd said.
"They still are holding Arwin Greyback in Azkaban, he's there for three more years...if the pack isn't coming for him, which is likely. We'd best hurry" stated Lucius coming beside Hermione.
Hermione took Lucius' arm, and they apparated on the spot. The uncomfortable twists, and metaphorical tube caused Hermione the need to vomit. She did so as the arrived inside of a dark cell, someone was sitting on a bench, but remained unseen.
"Great! More vermin in my cell" hissed a voice.
"Good evening Arwin, how have you been" questioned Lucius.
Hermione now stood beside Lucius.
"Fine, why'd you bring the girl here? Hoping to get some puss-" "We've only come to ask a question" stated Lucius.
Rude man, not that Hermione would expect much from the brother of a rabid werewolf.
"Where is the packs location" Hermione asked, after clearing her throat.
"Are you hoping to get raped there, girly" questioned Arwin.
Hermione looked towards the man questionably, if she'd taken a step further she knew she would smell his must.
"The location" hissed Lucius.
"They chose your boy then Lucius" questioned Arwin.
Argo was in his black wolf form, and jumped onto the balcony. Transfiguring back into a human, along with Scabior.
"Come on" growled Argo.
Scabior fell onto the inside of the balcony.
"Glad for your assistance" retorted Scabior.
Argo rolled his eyes, then smashing the balcony's master bedroom window.
"Pardon" questioned Lucius.
"You haven't been keeping up with our old pals, aye Lucy" stated Arwin.
"What do you mean" Hermione asked.
"It's what they've been setting up for, it's all thanks to you...ya know, wouldn't have found the right one if it weren't for you" responded Arwin, still not being clear.
Scabior looked to the now dead sleeping pure-bloods.
"Blood traitors" hissed Scabior, as Argo smelled the air.
Then sliding the closet door open.
"Ello love" stated Argo, looking into my fearful eyes.
I moved closer to the wall, behind Argo, Scabior was pouring something onto a cloth.
"Now let's make these easy" said Argo, I shook my head 'no'.
Scabior came towards Argo with the cloth, but I couldn't move...they were both creepy looking, untrustworthy people.
"Come on" stated Scabior, I stood now, and moved closer to the wall.
Argo looked angry, and he grabbed me. I fought, scratching his hands, and all.
"GIVE ME THE DAMNED CLOTH" shouted Argo, snatching the cloth from Scabior's hand...then placing it over my mouth.
'Mint, hawk's eye...blue beetles wing...elf's blood...'
My vision blurred, all the colors beginning to mesh together, and then...it was dark.
"Calm down" Lucius said, attempting to soothe Hermione.
"I shouldn't have ever let her go...why are they doing this? What's happening" Hermione sobbed, Lucius wrapped his arms around her.
"Avery's pack has something planned, whatever it is...it must be important to complete, if they are recruiting new members" responded Lucius.
"Oh...my poor baby" cried Hermione.
There she went again, being motherly...it must irritate Lucius to no end. Not receiving what he naturally would come for, but would have to comfort a young woman instead. It must be torture. This could almost bring a smile to her face, if she were not so worried about her daughter.
If matters could not seem to get any worse...they always would.
Draco could feel his breath traveling through his body, his body was desiring only one...what had he done? He'd watched her grow, but now every time he closed his eyes – there he was – mercilessly penetrating her body. Hearing the noise of the bedpost shifting, but even more so making squeaking sounds with his every thrust. Then there was the moans escaping her lips, and how soft her skin felt...how he could grip her hair, and make her suck his erection. Blood was pumping to his cock, and no amount of pleasuring himself with his own hand would make any difference. He was sitting on the wooden floor, and trying to understand what had happened.
You are on a hill...there is nothing, but darkness. There is a light in this darkness, it is moving, it is dancing...you are chasing it, you are fighting for it...it's hands touch yours, Evee's hands touch yours; but it is different. Gentler, lighter, sweeter – her lips briefly touch yours, and soon you are undressed. Kissing her, everywhere you must...anywhere you want, you have her continuously. She never begging for you to stop, only pleasure. This is your only desire...she is your only desire, you will do anything to get her. You would kill for her, die for her, be the only thing she needs – a husband.
All those words had melted into one, and Draco had nothing; but desires for Evee. What was this? No Imperious curse, no charms, nothing he'd ever faced...yet he couldn't resist.
"Having difficulty adjusting" questioned Demitri.
"Why would you do this, whatever this is" Draco breathed.
"What you are going through is called engravement, it's what happens when your mate is chosen for you" stated Demitri.
"But why? I watched her grow up" Draco stated.
"Yes, and that is why my father insisted that the dark lord choose you...now you'll do anything to get Evee" Demitri said, beginning to leave.
"Even kill Hermione" questioned Draco.
Demitri paused at the door.
"Even kill Ms. Granger" replied Demitri, leaving the room.
He could feel his blood boil for hatred only for himself, and what he now desired...but he could never hate Evee.
'SHUT UP' he shouted within himself.
This was so wrong, so VERY wrong...