Day 15 Prompts:

-Draco Malfoy

- A Werewolf

- "I think we're lost"

"Is that...blood?"

I hope you all enjoy how I took this one, and sorry I haven't been posting these I was away in Mallorca for a week with my parents.

Malfoy and Werewolves

The full moon was barely visible through the thickness of the trees as a small group of three friends made their way through the dark forest. A howling noise rippled around them causing one of them to jump and hide behind his slightly larger friend.

"Was tha-aat a wer-rewolfff?" he stammered out, his voice laced with fear.

"Course not," a platinum blond haired boy responded, "there are no werewolves in these woods."

The boys carried on with their journey.

"Draco," the largest member of the group spoke, "I think we're lost."

"We're not lost," the blond we now know to be named Draco answered, "It's not far now Vince."

"You've been saying that for the last half an hour," the other boy spoke.

"It's not far Greg," Draco reiterated, "Now come on."

A wolf howled again, this time it sounded closer and the boy named Greg let out a rather feminine scream.

"Shut up," Draco hissed at his friend.

A rustling of leaves causes the trio to turn around as a large wolf stepped towards them slightly illuminated by the moon.

"Is that...blood?" Vince asked pointing towards the teeth of the wolf.

"I'm not going to stay to find out," Draco stated, "Run!"

Draco sped off in the opposite direction of the wolf, knowing he would certainly be able to outrun Vince and Greg, what he wasn't expecting was for there to be a pack of wolves chasing them. Draco realised this too late as a large wolf tackled him from behind and as he fell to the ground he felt the wolf's teeth graze his neck.

"Ahh," Draco screamed as he awoke from his nightmare in his comfy bed in his room at the manor.

He tenderly checked his neck before muttering to himself, "just a dream, just a dream."

"Bad dream Little Malfoy," a voice spoke from above him and Draco looked up to see the snarling grin of Fenrir Greyback.

"Wolf got your tongue?" Fenrir teased after a few moments of silence.

"How did you get in here?" Draco asked once he found his voice.

"The Dark Lord let me in," Fenrir responded, "he isn't very happy with you, Little Malfoy; in fact, he's not happy at all."

"What do you want?" Draco asked attempting to be brave, "I can give you money."

"Oh it isn't money I want," Fenrir responded, "I want more wolves for my pack and the Dark Lord has agreed for me to turn you, even suggested it himself."

Draco had tried to reach for his wand which had been on his bedside table, only to find it missing.

"Looking for this," Fenrir spoke again, "You can have this back if you survive the change."

"I won't become a werewolf," Draco hissed.

"Oh, I'm not saying you will," Fenrir grinned, "Not all those bitten manage to survive."

Draco glared at the man from his bed, he was terrified to move and he kept hoping this was just another dream.

"Aren't you going to run?" Fenrir teased, "I do prefer it when they run, I do love the chase."

Draco stayed still.

"Have it your way," Fenrir spoke, "I hope you enjoy pain."

With that Draco watched as Fenrir shifted into his wolf form before he launched himself at Draco and bit his neck.

Draco awoke to a cold sweat.

"I am glad to see you survived the fever," a cold voice spoke above him, "Mr Greyback will be pleased."

Draco tenderly touched his neck and choked back a growl as he found the teeth marks in his neck.

"I will let him know you are awake," the voice spoke again.

"Thank you, my Lord," Draco responded gritting his teeth.