Bonding Over Bath Time
Written for the Death Eater of the Month challenge.
Prompt: Fenrir Greyback
Also written for the Forum-Inspired Fic event.
This had gone on long enough. Narcissa didn't mean to be rude, but she was tired of listening to Greyback complain about how he couldn't find a mate. She was tired of smelling his horrendous funk, the flies tap dancing on his dirt encrusted wounds while he sat there scratching himself. She had to be completely open and honest about this. Greyback needed a bath. And maybe, once he was cleaned up a bit, he would be more likely to attract a member of the opposite sex.
"A bath?" Greyback tilted his head to the side, lifted his foot and scratched behind his left ear. "No, I don't think I need one of those. Just had one last month, you see. I should be good until spring."
He had just turned around and started chewing a flea bite on his hip when Narcissa called for her mother. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And if anyone could force a monstrous werewolf into the bathtub, it was Druella.
At first he was amused by her presence, grinning as she ordered him to strip naked and get in the bathtub.
"Only if your daughter gets in there with me," he growled, giving Druella a sly wink. He then yelped as Druella seized his ear, yanking him off his feet and dragging him down the corridor towards the bathroom.
The sound of running water coupled with angry shouts filled the hall. Most of the noise came from Druella, who was using a combination of hexes while scolding the werewolf about his poor hygiene. Greyback, meanwhile, was practically climbing the walls, howling and spitting out soapy water every time she submerged in the bath.
His claws tore at the wallpaper, shredding the floral print. He was nearly choking on a mouthful of suds when his fingers closed around the towel rack. There was a loud snap as the towel rack broke, causing him to fall forward into the bathwater. He thought for sure this mad woman was trying to drown him, his vision blurring as a hand grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him from the lavender scented depths of his watery prison.
Distantly he was aware of a flash of light, scarlet hues showing through the darkness behind his eyelids. He slumped over the side of the tub, gasping and wheezing, then felt someone hauling his nude form onto the floor.
"Fenny!" Someone was there, slapping the side of his face in effort to revive him. "Fenny, wake up!"
"Alecto?" he groaned, his lashes lifting to reveal cloudy, yellow eyes.
"Hurry, Fenny!" Alecto cried, helping him up and stepping over Druella's unconscious body. "We have to get out of here before she wakes up!"
He gave her a brief nod, slipping on the wet tiles and skidding out into the hall. Together they fled Malfoy Manor just as the moon sailed free from the clouds, its circular form shining on the pair of friends. It was enough to bring about a transformation, his bloodcurdling howl piercing the silence of the night.
Alecto joined in, howling in unison as she tore off all her clothes. The last time anyone saw them she was riding on the back of a large wolf as he escaped into the woods.