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I own the plot and the plot only.

Draco cursed colorfully as he glared at the brown-coated clock, muttering of how he was going to be late and so forth. Another late night at the office for him, he assumed, examining the messy-written documents. His grey eyes once again swept over to a calender titled September with the fourteenth day circled maniacally that was posted next to the cocoa brown clock, along with an opened-window as well. The sky was a creamy, rosy red with soft, fluffy clouds embracing the gorgeous, satin color-like sky, fading softly along the midst of it all.

Just another night; blackened slightly because of the new-moon that would cause blazing street-lights to merely brighten just a bit in both the muggle, and wizardry world. Luckily for Draco, the moon had not revealed its riveting, beautiful waves, masking itself with thick, dense grey clouds that slowly faded one by one. Draco grabbed his midnight black cloak, one hand soon digging through his pockets while the other one gripped his neck-collar with great force- as if he was afraid the cold would blow his away.

"Where is the bottle, dammit..." he grumbled, pausing once or twice to observe if anyone was following the blonde-haired wizard. After a couple of more minutes of digging in his pocket, the ex-Slytherin broke into a run towards a plain, yet intricate silver-coated flat that was close by. One would assume he was going to break into it, if not knowing his real intentions. Malfoy quickly jabbed the silver key in, a tinge of hope burrowed deep inside of his chilly heart. He needed to find the vile. The vile that would merely do nothing but save him for the night- or week, for that matter.

The blonde felt a touch of sensation sweep over his body- was it too late for him? Or was it just a mere warning? He clutched his chest, feeling the throbbing pounds against it. His cloudy grey eyes darted from place to place- alert and ready. Suddenly, he spot it- the glistening vile at the corner of his eyes that shone against the slightly cloud-covered moon. Malfoy practically pounced next to the vile which contained a faint blue potion best known as Wolfsbane. The heir drank as if he had never drunk before in his life.

Draco drunk till the final drop of the pure, essence-like potion, a tiresome expression on his face. It had been a routine for several years now. Tastes disgusting.

Remind myself to bring home some ingredients to be prepared for next time. Once again.

He thought softly to himself, examining the now-empty vile that was coated lightly with a cherry, scarlet color in his monstrous paws. It reminded Draco of the Gryffindor house's mark, you can call so yourself. A velvety red shade with a golden bronze along side with it to add a charming effect. Even so, Malfoy always did put his house before the trio's. It was awful- horrible, even. Living a life beneath the grazing shadows, looking over your shoulders constantly when you suspect that someone was following you.

Only one person knew his damned secret (besides Harry and Kingsley, that is), and that one person was a young woman with short, straight hair by the name of Pansy Parkinson. She was a hazard, a true hazard- really. Draco didn't even remember how the witch found out! It was merely out of the blur, in his opinion. A sinister woman she was. He sighed longingly before planting himself onto his pale white sofa, one that had slightly resembled Granger's, careful not to damage it in any way.

What am I going to do with that infuriating woman? Awful. Using blackmail against me and all that..

Draco thought to himself once more with a crease in between his jagged forehead and a grunting sound emitting afterwards from his fanged-mouth. The blonde-wizard pondered to himself with determination lingering.

So what if people find out. It doesn't even ma-

Of course it matters you dope! The whole wizardry world will find out my secret if I don't stop her.

He sneered to no one in particular - angry at himself for getting into this dilemma in the first place. He should have agreed to marry Astoria Greengrass in the first place, but oh no, he just had to be his stubborn ole self; letting his ego break through and declining the whole wild arrangement, stating that it crazy. If only he could go back in time to change it all. Draco ruffled up his fur slightly by shaking his upper-torso in frustration. He was still partially groomed - even in the form of a werewolf.

After what seemed like mere hours of pondering- thinking of diabolical plots that would somehow magically kill Pansy's reputation or so forth, he gave up. Letting his mind passively wander into memory lane.

It was a slightly blackened, chilly night; the wind blew furiously despite it merely being August. Draco was on another late-night case with another young man by the name of Harry James Potter. Not technically his usual partner-in-crime, but it wasn't so new to the two as well. Draco was usual placed with Zabini, Blaise Zabini in the sort of mission, while Harry would remain side-by-side with his red-headed friend, Ronald Bilius Weasley. Anyhow, this case wasn't out of the usual for the two- it was nothing but a mere 'attack' case. Word was- a werewolf had been tormenting the area, slashing and bashing the houses, slaughtering anyone and everyone who came in sight of it too.

The two wizards had their wands securely in their grips, ready to attack- or defend themselves at any moment in that matter. It was an eerie vicinity, the wind blew like a hazard, brushing against the two men's faces. Shivers ran down their spines thoroughly as they felt the atmosphere around them thicken. The full moon revealed itself, causing Draco's chest to tighten just a bit in anticipation. Was this going to be the night that he would breathe his last breath? No, absolutely no way. He was with Harry Potter- the boy who had lived! If he could survive a killing curse, he would probably be able to assist both of them in surviving a werewolf-attack.

A bone-chilling howl was let out close to where the two men were, causing them to clutch the neck of their coats with a tighter grip. Still- they were aurors, trained to be in tip-top shape, despite whatever-horrifying-background they may have. Draco held a slight smirk on top of his slightly pale, chiseled face- his gorgeous, sharp features shining softly against the glistening moonlight. He was ready- absolutely ready to fight back whatever creature that was lurking in the shadows. Of course he knew it was a werewolf, but one so stubborn- and yet what Harry would title as brave enough to face two armed aurors- even in the midst of what seemed like unconsciousness- was going to be somewhat of a challenge in his opinion.

Suddenly- a loud growling sound caused Draco to lose his focus for just a mere second. Sadly for him- a second was just enough for the hideous werewolf to attack. The blonde wizard felt his body being pummeled against the ground as razor sharp teeth dived into his pale skin- pure blood rushing out of the already-deep marks before even Harry could scream out for his partner and old nemesis. Draco felt his mind go blank, swirling drastically as if he were on a broken merry-go-round. His vision was merely a tint shade of grey- a deep grey that awfully resembled the darling color black.

He heard Harry's voice as it echoed loudly through the night sky, a yelp escaping from the beast's mouth afterwards.

And that, sadly- was Draco's last recollection of the horrible night.

A/N- So, what do you guys think of this recent chapter? Glad that I've finally revealed Draco's dirty little secret? Anyhow, what do you guys think is going to happen next?

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- Saga Hugs&Kisses

A/N - Updated 6/29/14

I will no longer be updating this. I will soon be deleting this; I have, however, decided to write another Dramione story that's somewhat parallel to this story. I apologize for the inconvenience and hope that my second attempt at a Dramione fic will go well.

-Saga