Ever since Harry had gone to see Draco Malfoy about his potion, ever since he had laid eyes on the blond for the first time since the war, he couldn't sleep. Well he could, but he was too horrified by the last time he had to try. He had dreamt of the blond, dreamt of pushing him down and bighting him on the neck. If that weren't sick enough, after bighting him he had dreamt of ripping their clothes off and pushing Malfoy face first into the dirt, forcing his legs slightly apart and his ass in the air and then, worst yet, he dreamed of ramming into his tight heat as he screamed.
He woke up with wet sheets and a sense of shame and fear. At first he had been afraid it was all a memory, he could still taste Draco's blood, but then he remembered that the room didn't have dirt floors, it had been some sort of fancy wood.
As the days crept by and he went longer and longer without sleep, he began to feel feral, like a caged animal that was ready to break free and rip something, anything to pieces. He wanted to rut into something, and he would have normally called a friend or taken a potion to look like someone else so he could go find some lad of the night to take home, but he didn't want to risk it. Malfoy had said he was okay but Harry wasn't so sure. Guilt and something else were constantly gnawing at his sub-conscious.
It was a week before the full moon when he started to get this feeling that he had to see Malfoy. That he had to look him in the eyes and touch him, and make sure he was alright. He felt oddly like Malfoy might just disappear if he didn't. He barely managed to keep himself from grabbing a bit of powder and just going to see Malfoy. It was a very long night, and when he went into work, the feeling that something bad was going to happen to Malfoy just doubled.
He got called into the head Aurura's office for a debriefing on a new case. Apparently some up start, want-to-be-the-next-dark-lord was picking up and torturing not so loyal Slytherin. Pansy Parkinson had been found a few days ago, near death and some were afraid she was going to end up like Neville's parents, because it was so obvious she had been exposed to the Cruciatus one too many times. Luckily that morning she had started to come around and the med-witches thought she would be able to testify and Ron and Harry were being sent to take her testimony.
They were both surprised that before they could get to her room in the hospital, Hermione stopped them to inform them that Pansy had been assigned to her, and that they would not be speaking to her directly until she was in a more stable mental situation. As it was she explained that the group of six men who had kidnapped and tortured Pansy had used several charms to keep her confused about their identities. The only clear things she could actually recall as a side effect, was the muggle van they used to transport her between locations, the effectiveness of the torture, and the general information the group had been trying to obtain from her, which was the location of the Malfoy's.
Hermione sighed, they had been talking for some time about what little Pansy had been able to recall, and she now felt it was time to reveal the piece that scared her the most, "Pansy was very certain that she did not give away Mr. or Mrs. Malfoy's location, simply because they have secrecy spells to prevent such, but she was quite upset when she mentioned she might have let slip that Draco lived on his own, she thinks she might have even told them a close approximation to his warehouse. Normally I wouldn't be worried, because Draco has some pretty great wards himself, but he didn't show up for lunch yesterday, I thought… well when we talked last week he had mentioned taking on a big project, but no matter what he normally at least sends a note or something to let me know if he going to be late, and that's only happen twice. He's never just not shown up."
There was a long silence, and Harry could practically feel the worry rolling of his friend in waves, so he sighed and said, "Maybe I should go by and see if he's really just immursed in his project or if we need to be worried."
Hermione smiled and said, "Thank you Harry. Maybe he just lost track of time."
She didn't sound very confident in that thought though. Harry sighed and was about to ask Ron if he would come along when a little humming bird flew up to them and told them to hurry up and return with their report. Ron sighed and said, "I'll take care of that, I'm sure you can handle Malfoy on your own, right Harry!"
Ron patted Harry on the back and headed to the flow, Hermione smiled uneasily and said, "Thank you for checking on him, I would myself, but frankly I've already been away from Pansy for too long, she's in critical condition, I really should get back. I'll let you know if I learn anything new."
Then Hermione too was leaving him, and he sat alone in the little waiting room they had sequestered for nearly twenty minutes before he got up the nerve to actually head to the flow and try to reach Malfoy.