Authors note: K, this is where it might start to get really weird/awkward. So, if the dream made you uncomfortable, then the rest of this fic might be the wrong fic for you… Enjoy and please review. Unless you have nothing helpful to say.
Defense Against the Dark Arts… It always was an interesting class. Professor Lupin stood at the front of the room as everyone filed in. "Good afternoon, everyone," he said in his usual, light tone. "Now, I know that you've gone over werewolf related material in all of your classes today." There was a collective groan from the class in confirmation. Lupin chuckled. "Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. And I'm sorry to tell you that I am doing the same, as well." There was another group groan.
"You may find mine a bit more interesting though…" His gaze fell upon Draco before he turned to his desk. When he turned back around, he was holding up a potions bottle. "Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what this is?"
Hermione Granger's hand shot up. 'Ooh, surprise, surprise…' Draco thought, rolling his eyes. "It's a wolfs-bane elixir. It's used to control a werewolf when they are near their changing state." She mimicked professor Snape's words nearly verbatim.
"Very good, Ms. Granger. And would you care to tell us which type of werewolf this potion affects?"
Hermione looked slightly confused. "All… All of them?" Her answer came out more like a question.
"That is where you are wrong, I'm afraid." He set the potion down. "A common misconception is that every werewolf is more or less alike. This is not the case. There are two main types of werewolves. There are those who get infected, like me, when they are attacked by a werewolf. However, there are others, known as 'pure blood werewolves', who are born carrying the trait." Everyone's ears perked up slightly.
"Now, each one experiences different 'symptoms', so to speak…" Lupin looked like he really didn't like talking about it as if it were a disease, though it really kind of was. "Those infected will transform on the first full moon after they've been bitten. They will ONLY change during the full moon. Once they have transformed, they will no longer be able to remember who they are… I personally think that is the worst part. I nearly killed one of my best friends a few years back. I also almost ended a fellow student's life while I attended school here… On the positive side, we only change form once a month."
"Those born into it are a different matter entirely. There is FAR more attributed to the pure bloods. They can retain themselves even when they have shifted. They are in complete control of their actions. They also turn during the full moon; however, they are heavily affected by emotion as well. If they become enraged, for example, they will likely transform." Some of the students' eyes widened. Ginny raised her hand tentatively. "Yes, Ms. Weasley?"
"Does that mean if a pureblooded werewolf child throws a tantrum, they'll transform?" Her voice sounded a bit shaky. She really didn't like the idea apparently.
"No. There is a sort of 'coming of age' when it comes to the purebloods. They won't begin to transform until sometime after their 16th year of life, which varies depending on the individual." She gave a curt nod of understanding. "Now, there is another problem that the born werewolves face when they reach the point that they start transforming…" he continued. "When they come of age, their thoughts start to warp and change, become far more sexual in nature than they normally would be." There were sniggers and giggles around the room. "Yes, yes, it's all very amusing. Now, if we can please act our age…"
The giggles died down and the professor continued. "Even though it sounds funny to you, it is a critical time for the young werewolf. His or her self-control will star to diminish, and if they are around others that are unaware of what they are, it can cause serious problems. Their minds are ravaged by hormones and it takes an incredibly strong will to keep it hidden and under control. Getting too aroused may also, potentially, bring out the beast, as it gets the heart pounding and the senses flaring. A very important thing to remember: They crave sex beyond anything else. Now, many will indulge in it, in some way, shape or form, without hesitation, but there are those who try to hold it back. They do not wish to "de-purify" themselves with sexual activities. This can be quite dangerous, as depriving the beast of what it wants will most likely make it more aggressive when it comes out." Hermione's hand shot into the air. "Yes?"
"I thought you said that they were in control of their actions when they changed?" Her eyes held confusion though her face was almost apathetic in expression.
"They are in control of their ACTIONS, yes. They will still recognize friend from foe, but their minds ARE still affected by the wolf in a few ways. This mainly being: If they deprive the wolf of the sex that it so desperately craves, it will wreak havoc on their mind. If it can't actually have it, then it settles for the next best thing: a dream." Everyone did a mental double-take. "It will create the most realistic, sexual dream that the teenager ever had, in an attempt to fulfill its own desires and needs. There have been many cases where it has been intense enough to throw the young werewolf into orgasm." Majority of the class had beet-red faces by this point. Lupin continued as if he didn't notice. "It is a difficult time for them to discover sexual preferences, as well. Though the person may care who they 'hook up with', the wolf does not. As long as it gets sex, it doesn't care which gender gives it."
To everyone's surprise, Draco raised his hand. "So, every pureblood werewolf is bisexual?" he asked when called upon. He had a very thoughtful look on his face, truly curious. "Even if the person had gone through everything liking only the opposite gender, as they changed they'd be fine with someone of the same?"
Lupin looked slightly stumped. "I suppose, yes... Yes, they are, ultimately, bisexual. I had never honestly given it that much thought… Of course, they would have slight preferences to which ever gender they preferred, but if someone was willing they wouldn't be too picky, I imagine."
"Would it affect the dreams as well? Or only the outward behavior?" Everyone was staring at the blonde. He rarely participated in any way, let alone asked some pretty deep –though slightly odd- questions.
"I honestly couldn't begin to tell you. Being an infected, I didn't deal with any of this. I suspect that it would have some influence on dreams, though…" Lupin looked almost glad that Draco was actually interested in a lesson for once. Lupin thought he had a pretty good idea why, too… His eyes narrowed as he looked at the boy, trying to get a good read on him. He shifted his gaze as he continued. "There are many benefits that come with being born into it, as well. They heal incredibly fast. If one received a wicked gash one day, it would be nearly healed when they woke the next morning and it would surely be gone by that same afternoon. They are also notorious for their minds. They have numerous mental gifts, such as: Telepathy, manipulation, telekinesis, hypnotism, seduction, anything that could help them boggle the mind of their prey. It has been said that they can speak as well, though I do not know for sure. They are able to pick up on languages very easily when they are in their human form. Sometimes, the newly learned language will be used accidentally, as they do not always realize when they have picked one up." The bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. Many of the students 'awwww'-ed as they stood, having found the lesson rather intriguing.
Draco stood to leave with everyone else, but Lupin called out to him. "Mr. Malfoy, could you stick behind for a moment?" He didn't know why, but for whatever reason Draco thought he was in some sort of trouble. It must've shown on his features as he made his way up to the front of the room. "You aren't in any trouble, Draco. Relax." Lupin appraised the blonde as he sat on one of the desks.
"Then why did you need me to stay behind?" Draco wasn't sure how he felt about the professor, nor did he really like being alone with the man.
"Is everything all right?" Lupin asked, sounding almost concerned. "Nothing… 'strange' going on?"
Draco's eyebrows raised. 'What the fuck!? Where the hell did that come from?' He stood. "No. I'm fine. Can I go now?" He knew that he sounded impatient, but he didn't care at this point. He now felt awkward and uncomfortable and just wanted to leave.
"Yes, you can go," Lupin said, nodding towards the door. As Draco pulled the door open, he added, "Feel free to come and talk to me if you feel you need to, Draco."
Draco shut the door behind him, feeling a little freaked out. 'Does something seem wrong with me? Did I do something that would suggest I'm not well? I thought I was acting the same… And why did he keep looking at me during the lesson?' These thoughts and more ran through his mind as he made his way to divination.
Note: So? Anyone catching my drift here? I thought I made it pretty obvious what was going on in this chapter. But if you still aren't sure: Not to worry! That just means you'll get a nice little surprise later on. Though, I plan on giving all the Drarry lemon fans a "nice little surprise" too. Please review. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.