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Instinctive	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33804 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Afterlife was sure a dark place, Draco thought to himself, staring in to the inky abyss he was drifting in. At least there were no more bars, no people to point and stare, and no wands to curse him. Thoughts trickled in and out of his mind. He figured it wouldn’t hurt so bloody much when he was dead, but there was a sharp ache in his side and his hands and feet burned like fire. Perhaps there was a muggle hell. It would certainly be fitting; somewhere he was sure he deserved to end up. He’d failed his pack. He let out a low howl, mourning the loss of his beautiful pack.

Something hit the back of his throat and he felt like he was choking. That couldn’t be right though. He was dead. Wasn’t he? He coughed and strained, trying to breathe before he gave it up as a bad job. He didn’t need to breathe when he was dead. It was probably just a habit, a way to torture him after death. Then white hot fire spread through his veins, burning him from the inside out, making his bones crack and pop. It reminded him of his first turning, the excruciating pain of his body transforming, becoming something else. He screamed in pain before the darkness took him again.

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Darkness. What else was he expecting? He’d noticed the darkness whenever he was in some sort of conscious state. There were murmurs in the dark, words beyond his comprehension being spoken. Perhaps they were shadows of the past. He thought he’d heard the voices of his pack, expressing their concern. They shouldn’t be concerned. They should be ashamed of him. He’d failed them.

He remembered them so clearly. The twins, their gleaming black coats and pearly white teeth. They were always so happy, happy to be alive, happy to get whatever they could. He’d never met a better pair of girls, so down to earth. The keepers called them Yin and Yang and for the life of him, he couldn’t tell them apart. They always teased him about that but they even smelled the same.

Then there was Longbottom. The clumsy oaf had surprised him a thousand times over. The keepers called him Lucky because he was in such bad shape when he arrived. Longbottom was lucky, he supposed, though he was missing an eye and still walked with a limp even though werewolves healed almost completely during their first turning. He idly wondered if all the whip and bite marks would be gone if he turned back into a human.

Then there was Luna, poor Sunshine, her lovely blue eyes and gentle nature. She was so small, so sweet. He’d immediately wanted to stuff her in a corner and sit on her to keep her from harm when she’d first came into the enclosure. She just looked so… innocent. And when she’d gained her mind back, she still was, if a little loony. He loved that about her though. It made life interesting. He wondered what her pups would look like. Would they have even had a chance? He’d failed them all. But he hurt the most for another.

Honey. Hermione. His Mate. Oh, he failed her so badly. He’d let her get hurt and then left her at the mercy of the Death Eaters. How stupid was he? It was in the dark that he realized he’d crossed the delicate line between human and beast. It wasn’t the wand he’d snapped that tasted delicious; it was a hand, a human one. He couldn’t bring himself to care for the owner of said hand, but he supposed he was glad they put him down. He didn’t want to be feral, even though the thoughts were simpler. He’d only wanted to live in a peaceful world with his mate. But that would never happen. He’d failed her.

He howled as sharp pains bloomed in his side, like someone was sticking him over and over again. The fire in his hands and feet was back. Chills racked his body though he felt like he was burning up. So this was hell. How he deserved it. He endured it for as long as he could before the darkness swallowed him again.

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Draco stared into the darkness, remembering his life as a wolf. The highs and lows, even the bittersweet moments. He remembered teaching Lucky to walk again, how to see with only one eye. He remembered his first expedition into the halls, too determined to make sure the twins were okay to worry about the repercussions of the keepers finding him. He didn’t even mind the weeklong stay in a cage after that. He remembered sighing in relief when Lucky mated with Sunshine, thinking that he’d finally found something to keep the pack happy.

Then there was Hermione. How he missed his mate. He remembered the first time he’d claimed her, her glowing eyes as she licked him. It wasn’t at all like regular sex, but it was amazing just the same. And the thought that they couldn’t be separated had settled something in him. He welcomed the shift. The weeks after that were hard but the first time she’d accepted him again, he’d made sure she realized that she was it for him. He whined and howled, mourning her. Mourning all of them.

“Draco?”

Great. Now he was going to be tormented with her voice.

“Draco, are you awake?”

That wasn’t right, was it? Shouldn’t she be accusing him or something?

“Draco, come on. Wake up. Please?”

“Failed,” he murmured, yelping when words and not barks came out of his mouth.

“No you didn’t,” Hermione whispered in his ear. “Come on, wake up and see.”

Draco struggled, realizing he couldn’t move. Had he really been asleep? Impossible. He’d heard the shot, felt the sluggishness. They’d put him down. This wasn’t possible. He was in hell.

“Please,” Hermione pleaded. “Please come back to me.”

He wanted to, he wanted to so badly. He realized he could feel his eyes. They were heavy, like lead when he tried to move them. He groaned. It hurt to even flinch. He reminded himself that he deserved it. Alphas were supposed to protect, not get themselves killed because they couldn’t control themselves.

“That’s it,” Hermione said. “Wake up.”

He summoned all his strength and peeled his eyes open, yelping at the brightness. It was dimmed suddenly and he could see. Only, he couldn’t. There were people all around him, blurry people in cloaks but he could barely move his neck to look around. And hands were touching him. Not hands! He couldn’t be near hands. He’d hurt them. He started struggling, trying to get away from the hands. The taste of the blood was still on his tongue and he recoiled in horror. No, this was worse than he thought. He wasn’t dead. They’d captured him to kill people. No. No. No. He would not be a killer. No!

“Draco, calm down,” Hermione urged. “It’s okay. You’re safe. Calm down.”

“No, hurt,” he said, startled when his voice filled the room. Surely he didn’t hear that. “I won’t kill.”

“No, no you won’t,” Hermione said softly. “It’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you.”

He felt a hand on his head, a cool cloth on the back of his neck. It did feel good. Her scent invaded his senses. He was so confused. What happened to him?

“Easy Draco,” she said quietly. “I know it’s a shock, but it’s over.”

“What’s over?” he whispered.

“Draco, look at yourself.”

Draco stopped struggling, wondering what she was on about… until he managed to looked down. He had a body… a human body. There was no fur, no claws. His front legs were gone, replaced by arms. Real human arms! But they were strapped to a bed, a bed he was lying on. He studied himself. He was wearing a pair of cotton trousers but his feet were bare and strapped down as well. What was this?

“Can we unstrap him now?” Hermione asked.

“No,” a familiar voice drawled. “Not until he realizes that he’s not a wolf anymore.”

He looked up and squinted, surprised to see the face of his old mentor. “G-g-godfather?”

“Yes Draco,” Snape drawled. “It’s me.”

“No,” he whispered. “I’m dead. They had me shot.”

“They had you knocked out because you went barmy,” Weasley snorted. He was one of the cloaked ones on the side.

Draco snarled, wanting to lunge at him. His instincts told him that he was a threat to his mate. He smelled like he still wanted her and there was no way that was happening, not while there was still breath in his body. He wanted the bonds gone right then, to keep himself between his mate and that threat.

“Now,” Snape said smugly. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t release him?”

“What’s wrong with him?” Potter asked. Draco looked over to see him lounging in a corner, looking concerned. It was almost… touching.

“He’s been a wolf for two years Potter,” Snape answered. “It’s a wonder he wasn’t feral.”

“The keeper said he was different,” Hermione said quietly, pride clear in her voice. “He was the first to survive.”

“He was,” Snape said softly. “When the Dark Lord had me brew that elixir, I had no idea what his intentions were. I had originally thought that he’d give it to Fenrir, so he could turn people at will whenever he wished. When I found out he’d used it to imprison his dissidents I was appalled, but unable to stop it. I had thought it punishment only for Death Eaters though... and the stray muggle whom he wished to exterminate in a rather grizzly maner. I’m so sorry I didn’t come to check it out.”

Draco took a few deep breaths to steady himself. He still felt like ripping the weasel’s throat out. All his old instincts were still there, but he could think clearer now. It was like someone ripped the curtains back on his mind, like he’d only had access to half his brain. It was freeing… and frightening at the same time. It felt unfamiliar now.

“Y-you couldn’t have known,” he managed to say. His voice was hoarse from disuse.

Snape nodded and walked around to the bed. “I spoke with the keepers Draco. They said you were the leader, helped the others.”

“The pack,” Draco whispered. “Sunshine?”

“She’s okay,” Hermione said quietly, running a soothing hand over his shoulder. He turned to drink her in. She was beautiful, her hair falling in wild tangles around her shoulders, framing her beautiful eyes. “She was able to switch back with no difficulties. She’s about seven and a half months along now. Madam Pomfrey says the baby should be fine, but it will have contracted Lycanthropy. It was in human form the entire time. It might even still have a chance to be magical.”

Draco breathed a sigh of relief and sank back into the pillows. He was afraid he’d sentenced Luna to death. “The others?”

Hermione’s smile was like the sun on a cold winter day. His mate. “He refuses to leave her side, even had a bite or two at one of the medi-witches. It’ll take him some time to adjust. She growled at him pretty good, scared him a bit I think.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Lucky took the longest to get his mind back. He was damn near dead when they dropped him off. The pack wanted to eat him.”

“He told me,” Hermione said dryly.

“The twins?”

Hermione frowned. “They’ll be okay…”

He jerked against the bonds. “What’s wrong?”

She put her hand on his chest, right over the old scar Potter had given him in the bathroom years ago and he wanted nothing more than to hold her. “The spaying, it changed their anatomy a little. They started bleeding internally but they’ve been sorted out. They’ll have to be on bed rest for a few weeks, but they’ll be okay.”

Draco relaxed, feeling the anxiety drain out of his body. Then the tears came. He’d still failed his pack. He shouldn’t have let them take the twins, should have fought harder, something. But they were his first females and he didn’t understand what was happening until it was too late. The keepers had already taken them.

“It’s not your fault,” Hermione said softly, drying his tears. “You did all you could.”

“It wasn’t enough,” he said gruffly, unable to shake the guilt.

“You did more than most,” Snape snapped. “Now, if we untie you, are you going to try to snap at anyone?”

He closed his eyes and growled. “No.”

“Not convincing,” Potter chuckled.

“Ever restrained a wild animal Potter?” he asked snidely.

“Point taken,” Potter said softly. “Let him up.”

Snape waved his wand and released him. He managed to stay still until the spell was lifted but he couldn’t hold it anymore. He jumped up and almost tackled Hermione, pulling her into the bed with him and before pushing her up against the headboard and pressing his back against her. She was giggling but the other occupants in the room were less than impressed, especially the weasel.

“Hey, get your slimy hands off her,” Weasley spat, lunging forward only to be pulled back by someone he couldn’t place.

“Mine,” Draco growled, tensing at his direct attack.

“Ron, stop,” Hermione snapped. “I’m fine. It’s instinct.”

“He’s herding you around like a- a-“

“Wolf?” Draco growled. “I’m a werewolf weasel. That’s not going to change.”

“Come,” Snape said, after a moment or two. “Let’s let them alone. He needs to calm down and Weasley isn’t helping anything.”

“No,” Weasley protested. “I’ll not let them alone.”

“You will if you don’t want Draco to rip you limb from limb,” Snape growled. “Out!”

It took both Potter and Snape to drag the great wanker from the room. Draco was tense until they finally were able to force him out and shut the door. He slunk down in relief, scooting out a bit.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I couldn’t help it.”

His mate giggled and put her head on his shoulder. “It’s alright. I don’t mind it so much anymore.”

He turned to put his head on top of hers. “You don’t?”

“I was a wolf for four months. It sort of grows on you.”

He pulled her out from behind him, wincing in pain from the stretch. He looked down to see thread in his side. “What in the bloody hell?”

“Muggle stitches,” she said, crawling in his lap and curling into his chest. “They couldn’t get the wound to close with magic so they had to do it the hard way. I think it was that potion.”

“What happened?” he asked, pulling her even closer, putting his nose in her neck so he could breathe in her scent.

“After you bit off Bellatrix’s hand, the keeper tranquilized you. He didn’t want to put you down because he saw you were hurt and knew you’d been provoked. The Death Eaters, they fled as soon as you chomped down. Harry and Ron confounded all the guests and imperioused the keepers until Snape could come and help get us out. They kept us in reinforced cages until Snape administered the antidote to the potion that bound our magic. Once we had that, he performed a counter to the curse that kept us in that form and we were back. It took him weeks to create it. Everyone else thought it was impossible. You… you took a little longer since you were so hurt.”

Draco frowned when he felt tears on his chest. “What’s wrong?”

She burst into great sobs. “I was afraid you had d-died. I saw them shoot you… and there wasn’t a t-thing I could do about it. I c-couldn’t even move. I-I was so terrified.”

Draco pushed her back and grabbed her hands, pulling them up to study them. There were raised ridges on her palms where the bars had struck her. He hated those bars. Silver burns never healed correctly. He could see the ridges on his own hands from where he’d hit them. He brought her palms to his nose and started licking them, jerking back when he realized what he’d done.

She giggled. “It’s alright. We’ve all done some pretty bizarre things for humans lately. We all had a good laugh at Neville trying to give himself a bath. He was pretty miffed when he couldn’t reach his cock until Luna offered to do it for him.”

Draco burst out laughing. “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head, tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks. “It was hilarious… and it embarrassed the hell out of Ron. Snape hasn’t let him forget it either.”

Draco chuckled. “Yes, Godfather does have an incredibly dark sense of humor.”

“That he does,” she sighed.

His mood darkened, thinking of the red headed weasel. He didn’t want to lose his mate to him. He held her tighter, suddenly afraid to let her out of his sight. What if she realized what a failure he’d been? She’d leave him.

“It’s alright,” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere, not intentionally.”

Draco gasped, suddenly on edge at the thoughts that flew in his head. “The war!”

She shivered and scooted in closer. “It’s still happening. Everything is set… well, everything but Nagini.”

“What do you mean?”

“You-Know-Who, he made these horrible things called Horcruxes to keep him alive. They contained the shattered pieces of his soul. We destroyed all the other ones. That’s why we were looking for that cup.”

Draco shuddered. No wonder he’d been punished. He’d helped to destroy a piece of the Dark Lord.

“I must say, I’m glad I wasn’t there when they got rid of the one in Harry.”

“What?”

She nodded, bringing her arms around him to hold him tighter. It was almost too much, the pressure bordering on pain, but he welcomed it. “You-Know-Who had to use the killing curse on Harry to remove it. That’s what we were gearing up for when I was captured. Without me, Harry was careless. They didn’t take out Nagini and the Dark Lord fled when he realized that Harry didn’t die completely. Now he’s warded that snake tighter than Gringotts and we’ve got to destroy her before we kill him or he’ll come back.”

Draco sat there, holding his mate in stunned silence. That was a lot to take in. He’d lost two years of his life trapped as a wolf and he would have to spend the rest of it transforming into one every full moon. They still had to kill the Dark Lord. The world was still in chaos. But a warming sensation overtook him when he realized the best part. He was free… and his pack was safe.

“You okay?” she asked.

He laughed. “Yes. Yes I think I am.”

She looked up at him, her beautiful golden amber eyes shining brightly with happiness. He couldn’t help himself and leaned down and kissed her. To his surprise, she responded. He felt his cock harden to the point of pain as she whimpered into his mouth. His brain switched off, thinking only of claiming his beautiful mate.

He didn’t register her clothes ripping, though he did take a moment to admire her lush female form. Her breasts were beautiful, tipped with rosy pink nipples that begged to be licked… so he did. When he was done lavishing them with attention, he flipped her on her back, going to her pussy. She smelled even better as a human, ripe and ready for him. He laved her nether lips with his tongue, relishing her cry when he lined the ridge in his tongue up with her clit. He smirked when she came, whimpering and trembling. Maybe that silver scar was good for something after all.

“Timber,” she moaned.

He snarled fiercely, hearing his wolf name. It brought the wolf forward who demanded they take her right then. He breathed harshly, pulling her up and kissing her hard before flipping her over on her hands and knees.

“Honey,” he whispered as he lined his cock up with her dripping entrance. “Mine,” he roared, sinking home in one thrust.

Hermione squealed at the sudden entrance. He faltered for a moment, wondering if he’d hurt her, but she wiggled her arse and pressed back into him. He let out another feral snarl, unleashing himself on her. He had to hold on to her hips to keep her from surging forward with each powerful thrust. She screamed for him to go faster, harder, claim her like the Alpha he was.

He bared his teeth, licking his slightly elongated canines and leaned over her, not letting up for a second. “Mine,” he growled. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she panted weakly, “only yours.”

“Mine,” he growled before sinking his teeth into her shoulder, marking her as his. He snapped his hips up sharply and brought his hand down to tweak her clit. She came apart in his arms, moaning his name over and over again.

“Draco,” she whispered as he let loose with a snarl, filling her with his seed.

“Hermione,” he managed to groan as his cock gave a last twitch. “Mine.”

“Yours,” she whispered, collapsing on the bed.

He fell on top of her, trying to keep his weight to his good side, the one not stitch up. He looked down to inspect his wound, happy it hadn’t opened up. It was smarting something awful though.

“We have to fight,” she said after a while.

He hummed, snuffling her hair and licking her neck affectionately. “I don’t want you to.”

She nuzzled his arm. “Draco, we have to take him out.”

He nipped her ear sharply. “You’re mine.”

She sighed. “I’m pretty sure we’ve established that.”

“You have to be safe,” he growled. “Or I won’t be able to concentrate.”

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“Back,” Draco snarled, lunging at Weasley from across the kitchen table.

He didn’t care that he disrupted their meal, was showing horrible table manners, or acting like a complete animal. He was seeing red. That red headed bastard had the nerve to flirt with his mate. That was completely unacceptable. He was going to show him who was Alpha once and for all.

“Hey,” Weasley screamed as Draco’s fingers dug into his shoulders, pushing him out of his chair onto the ground. “Get off of me you psycho.”

“Mine,” Draco growled, rearing back to land a punch to the side of the weasel’s head.

Weasley’s head bounced off the floor with a dull thunk. He groaned, the blow stunning him pretty good. The rest of the men jumped up, drawing their wands. They didn’t dare jump in, knowing how volatile Draco was since he’d woken up. Draco didn’t care though. He wanted to make damned sure the bastard stayed away from his mate. He reared back to hit him again, make sure he learned his lesson.

“Easy Draco,” Snape said calmly. “I believe he has gotten the message.”

Draco snarled. “Mine.”

“Yes,” Snape said. “She is yours. I doubt there is a person in the entire Order who is unaware of that fact. Please, do get off him and at least act like you are still part wizard.”

Draco bared his teeth in annoyance. “Wizard. I am not wizard.”

Snape frowned. “You will always be a wizard Draco, regardless of how unstable your magic is. They can’t take that from you.”

“I don’t care,” Draco spat. “She is mine.”

“She was mine first,” Weasley mumbled.

Draco punched him in the stomach, barely resisting the urge to rip his throat open. “Lost.”

“You can’t even talk right,” Weasley hissed through is teeth.

Draco landed another punch dangerously close to his kidneys. “I don’t need to.”

“Stop,” Hermione said quietly. “Please stop.”

“Mine,” Draco snarled, glaring at her to cover the hurt.

She sighed. “Draco, no matter what Ron does or says, I’m still your mate.”

“But Hermione,” Ron cried.

“No Ron,” she said quietly. “I’ve told you a hundred times. I’ve changed. Draco is my mate, my pack.”

“You’re still a woman,” Ron snapped. Draco snarled at him, tensing to hit him again but his mate spoke before he could.

“And a wolf! You don’t live and breathe every day as a wolf for months on end and then just… just turn back unscathed. It’s changed everything, how I act, how I think, how I feel. Draco was there for me when no one else in the world was.”

“That’s not my fault!” Ron protested.

“I didn’t say it was!” she yelled. “But he saved my life. He took me under his paws, shielded me from danger, and taught me how to navigate in a new world that was terrifying and dangerous. He took care of me and put himself in harm’s way to protect me. He’s proven himself a worthy Alpha… and mate.”

“Alpha,” Weasley spat.

“Yes, Alpha,” she snarled. “That’s what wolves are.”

“You’re acting like animals,” Weasley said with an ugly sneer.

“At least they’re loyal,” Snape said with a disapproving scowl. “Draco, get up off the floor. I know it’s close to the full moon, but you must work to control your urges. The Order is leery enough with your impending turning. No one knows how you’ll react to it.”

Draco snorted and backhanded Weasley again before pulling himself off the floor and dusting his hands off. He yanked Hermione into his chest, growling low before licking her neck. He wanted to claim her again in front of everyone, but he knew that wouldn’t fly. The lines between human and wolf were still blurry. He had to relearn a lot of things that had once been second nature. It was maddening. Top that with feeling the moon and he was one very agitated and distracted man.

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Draco howled in pain, feeling the transformation wash over him. Lupin had told him that it was painful every time, but he didn’t think it had been as bad as his first turning. Then again, he wasn’t starving to death and broken practically everywhere. It was hard to think through the haze of pain. More howls made his pointed ears prick. His hearing was much better now. As a human, his senses were dull; though he was sure they were sharper than they had been before the turning.

The smell of dirt and werewolf permeated the air. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself, keep his mind after the pain. That was the biggest obstacle of the turning, keeping a level head. That’s why they’d been so docile when they were captured. They didn’t have the pain to trigger the rage all the time. He’d learned how to discipline his mind after Hermione joined and the feral thoughts ran rampant through his head.

‘Shit that hurt,’ Lucky growled.

Timber howled his agreement, surveying his pack. They were just as he remembered them and a small portion of him was finally able to relax. The wolf was happy. His pack was safe, healthy… and free. He took another deep breath, smelling the sweet smell of freedom. The Order had managed to clear the Burrow and ward it so they wouldn’t be tempted to hunt anything other than the game on the land.

‘Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,’ Honey whimpered.

‘Breathe,’ he ordered his mate. ‘Slow.’

Honey panted in pain, trying to calm down. He scooted in close and laid his head gently on top of hers, offering her comfort while she worked through it. As she was settling in, he made sure the others were okay. The twins were comforting each other, in pain but still happy. He took a tentative sniff of the air, eager to make sure they’d undergone their first transformation okay. The healers weren’t sure if they would be able to change successfully after their surgeries, but he sensed no weakness from them.

His eyes cut over to Sunshine, who was looking at her stomach intently. She looked huge in this form, her stomach hanging low with pup. If he looked closely, he could see it writhing around in her stomach. He wondered if it had transformed as well. It smelled okay though, not in danger.

After everyone had calmed down, he nuzzled each of them, rubbing his scent on them before wrestling them to the ground, eager to reestablish himself as Alpha. He was very careful with Sunshine, making sure to be gentle. She submitted almost immediately, which was okay with him. In this form, they thought nothing of sniffing, licking, wrestling around. There were no social stigmas they had to adhere to.

He growled in annoyance, thinking about how many times he’d been admonished for snuggling with his pack. It’s inappropriate to make your pack all sleep in one room. It’s inappropriate to eat with your hands. Growling and snarling, nuzzling, licking, sniffling, rough housing, and chewing on things were frowned on as well. It had gotten easier each day but their behaviors had been so ingrained, it was hard to switch back.

‘Run?’ the twins asked hopefully.

Sunshine whined, wanting so badly to run.

‘Help you,’ Neville said, gently nuzzling his mate.

‘Yes, run,’ he said, yipping happily when they took off, tackling each other before they got a hundred yards away. He looked down at his mate and frowned. She was cowering on the ground. ‘You okay?’

She whined. ‘Is it bad that I missed this?’

He leaned down and licked her muzzle until she snuggled closer. ‘No. It means you accept it.’

‘Will they?’

‘Doesn’t matter. We are your pack. You belong here.’

She looked up with those huge amber eyes filled with admiration for him and he couldn’t help but pounce on her. She was his mate… and he was going to claim her right then.

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“Does everyone know the plan?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes Potter, we’re well aware of it.”

Potter frowned. “I want to make sure. The more precautions, the better.”

Draco huffed but he couldn’t fault the golden boy for that one. They’d chosen to attack the night of the full moon, when his pack would be at their wildest. Luna had just had a beautiful baby girl she named Aurora a month prior and she was itching to get out and run. He’d tried his hardest to knock his mate up just so she wouldn’t be able to go, but she’d hear nothing of it. He sulked for a while, but he understood. She’d started this with her friends. She wanted to end it. But he would not leave her side. Not for an instant.

“Now,” Potter continued. “Snape has provided us with the scent potion, marking all of us as pack to Malfoy and his pack. We’ll be safe from them.”

“What about Lupin?” Moody called.

Harry turned to see the haggard werewolf leaning in the door way. His eyes were glued to his little boy, currently crying in Dora’s arms as he reached for his daddy. Draco had immediately claimed Teddy as pack, smelling his cousin’s blood in his veins.

“He is pack,” Draco said gruffly.

Remus nodded slowly. It had taken a while to establish dominance between the two. Since Draco had lived so long as a wolf, his instincts were stronger and therefore more dominant. It was rather embarrassing actually, having everyone witness him pouncing on and then humping Remus before pissing on him, but his pack understood. Their werewolf instincts ruled them now, whatever form they were in. Remus had understood as well, cowing fairly quickly and allowing Draco to dominate him and then induct him into the pack.

“That’s settled then,” Potter said quickly, trying not to look a Draco. He was there that night too, testing out the scent potion Snape had developed to keep Draco’s instincts in line. If they smelled of pack, he wouldn’t attack them. “Remus is part of the pack. He’ll recognize the scent. Any other questions?”

“Is everyone taking the wolfsbane potion then?” Kingsley asked.

“Remus will,” Potter said softly. “But the others will not. They can keep their minds through the turn. It would only hinder their abilities.”

“Remus will not,” Draco spoke up. “He doesn’t need it now.”

He had made sure of that at the last turning. With his pack to keep him in line, Remus had finally learned how to control his wolf. He’d never had a teacher before, and since they’d all been forced to live it daily, they had a well-established method of control. Since that night, Remus had finally been at peace when he was a human. He was more comfortable with his strange urges and his wife didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, Draco wondered if she didn’t love him even more now.

“That’s preposterous,” another member of the Order shouted.

Draco snarled. He didn’t like anyone bowing up to him, a result of him becoming the Alpha. Snape had assured him he wasn’t going feral, that he was just embracing his natural ability to lead. It still made him uncomfortable. He found times where he had problems finding the right words to express himself, opting to growl or snarl instead. He still caught himself starting to take a tongue bath every now and then. And he loved his meat raw… and bloody. But the dominant streak was the worst. He’d become something of a scrapper, opting for physical violence rather than wands. He had his magic back, but it still felt strange to use it after being absent of it for so long.

“Easy Malfoy,” Potter said calmly. “They just don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand?” someone yelled out. “They’re dangerous werewolves.”

“Then be glad you’ll be pack,” Draco growled. “I managed to live as a wolf for two years without attacking a human. I think I can manage to tell the difference for one night.”

“Yeah, after he ate his Aunt,” Fred guffawed.

Draco smirked. “She had it coming.”

“Yeah she did,” George joked. “Maybe we should give her a hand tonight.”

Draco chuckled. He did like the twins. They were much more pleasant than the weasel and they reminded him of his twins, who were doing terrific after several transformations. They’d never have kids, but they were okay with it. And he could smell the attraction they had to Fred and George. He was fine with it. Maybe they’d even pull the weasel’s knickers out of his arse.

“That’s enough,” Potter chuckled. “Everyone ready?”

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Draco sat on his last victim of the night, his Aunt Bellatrix, and howled in triumph. Potter had just signaled the end of the battle. They’d finally won and he’d managed to take out all his enemies. He snarled in Fenrir’s direction, his mangled body in hundreds of bloody pieces strewn about the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. Hermione had a jolly time with that one. She said she wanted to pay him back for what he’d done to her mate. He grinned at her and licked his lips, aware he was probably crimson from head to toe.

‘Mmmm, you smell delicious,’ Hermione barked as she came trotting up. She looked beautiful in the moonlight with bits of blood and flesh matted in her fur. There was a time he would have thought himself mad, but he was used to the thoughts now. So long as he never acted without reason, he could live with them.

‘So do you,’ he growled, giving her muzzle a seductive lick. ‘You are mine.’

She barked and rubbed her tail under his nose, leaning low to sniff his groin. He was hard pressed not to take her right then. She was such a saucy little minx. But he could see the rest of his pack coming and he had to make sure they were alright.

‘Report,’ he barked.

‘All accounted for,” Neville said.

‘Snake?’ Draco asked.

Neville snarled. ‘Tasty.’

Draco chuckled. ‘Well done.’ He noticed one member wasn’t as healthy as the rest. Mooney?’

Remus limped up slowly. ‘Too old for this.’

Draco cocked his head. ‘Healer?
’

Remus shook his head. ‘I’m fine.’

‘Your mate?’

‘Angry,’ he whined. ‘Broke her nail.’

The pack chortled for a while. Poor Dora. She was fierce as she possibly could be but clumsy as an ox. She’d somehow managed to trip over her own two feet and break her nail trying to catch herself on a nearby wall.

“Um, hello?” Potter called. “Everyone alright?”

Draco barked once, nodding to him.

Potter breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank Merlin for that. We lost Mad Eye and a few aurors. Snape is trying to repair McGonagal’s broken legs. She took a nasty fall. Other than that, we’re good.”

Draco barked again, glad for the report. He could feel the edginess he’d had on his shoulders all night fade away. He’d have one hell of a mess to clean after this night, but he was relieved that the war was finally over. They could get to more important things… like mating. He cut his eyes over to his beautiful mate who was busily trying to clean her legs, gagging a bit when she came across a piece of Fenrir before continuing on.

Potter chuckled. “Well, I’ll leave you to roam then. I know how much you all love it. Luna, you’ll be happy to know that Aurora has done well through her first turning. Andromeda was a little startled at first, but Teddy settled in next to her and snuggled and everything worked out just fine.”

Luna gave a happy yip and Draco growled approvingly. He was glad the pup turned out okay. They were all worried about her. It was one more thing he didn’t have to worry about anymore.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Potter said with a bow.

‘How long before Snape has him flat on his back?’ Luna asked quietly.

Draco snickered. ‘I’d say as soon as they can get away.’

Remus snarled. ‘I didn’t want that picture in my head thanks.’

‘I’m pretty sure they don’t know we know,’ Hermione added in between licks. She’d started grooming her mate now and he was getting very excited about that prospect.

‘Blackmail for later,’ Remus growled and they all had a great laugh before breaking up.

There was running to do. And mating.

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“She’s in pain! Do something for her,” Ron demanded.

Madam Pomfrey put her hands on her hips and huffed. “I’m lucky Draco lets me in the room at all.”

“I’ll hex him for putting her through this,” Ron growled.

“And he’ll bite your bloody arm off before you can get past the threshold,” Harry said matter-of-factly.

“Besides,” Pomfrey said with a grin. “He’s acting on her orders.”

“What?” Ron asked, completely confused.

Snape snickered from his perch on the bench by the door. “Weasley, I think you need a lesson in dynamics.”

“Or females in general,” Ginny said knowingly.

“Well, you’d know, wouldn’t you?” Ron snorted.

Ginny threw a bat bogey hex at him and sniffed in satisfaction before curling back into Hooch’s arms. “Any more smart answers brother dear?”

Ron ran down the hall, busily trying to peel the bogey off his face.

“Well done,” Snape said softly.

Ginny smirked and winked at him. “How is she really Madam Pomfrey.”

The mediwitch looked back into the room and sighed. “She’s doing beautifully. As long as she follows her instincts, we’ll see a baby in another few minutes.”

Draco snarled for everyone to be quiet. Hermione was having a hard time concentrating on bringing their son into the world. He’d been shocked when she turned up pregnant, out of heat at that. But he supposed they had dual natures, she could have gotten pregnant just as easily when she wasn’t in heat. Sometimes the lines still blurred for him. The rest of his pack had pretty much adjusted, but he felt the lingering side effects. He had about nine months on Neville.

“Alone,” Hermione growled, moaning when the pain overpowered her.

Draco sat by her and wiped her forehead with a cold cloth. “I know, but we have to have them here just in case.”

“I’m supposed to do this alone. Completely alone.”

He snorted. “You know I’m not missing this for the world.”

She sighed in exhaustion and fell back against the bed after the contraction passed. “I know. I’m glad you’re here… but no one else.”

Draco was almost at his wits end before the baby finally came. It took all they both had to keep from biting the mediwitch as she cleaned their baby boy up. They wanted him in their arms.

“He’s beautiful,” Hermione cried as she stared into the grey eyes of her precious baby. He had a fine covering of her honey and cinnamon colored hair all over his body. They knew from when Aurora was a baby that it would fall out after the first full moon so they weren’t worried.

“Hello Scorpius,” Draco whispered. “Welcome to the pack.”

Their little angel tilted his head back and let out a howl loud enough to compete with his father.

Hermione cried tears of joy. “He’s perfect.”

Draco smiled down at both of them, leaning in close to breath in the baby’s scent. “Absolutely.”

“I can’t wait to take him for his first hunt,” Hermione whispered.

Draco grinned. Yep, still a werewolf.

AN: THE END. Sorry guys, shift got all wonky and then this blasted thing wouldn't let me copy this sucker over from word. Anyway, I hope it is to your liking. Keep those reviews coming and let us know how I'm doing. Until the next one... love you guys.
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