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Instinctive	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33803 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the HP universe, JK Rowlings does. I made no money doing this. Seriously. Just ask mhy cheque book.

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A side effect of a crazy work schedule is a Muse in a weird mood. So here you go. And yes, this fic is finished. I'll be posting it in three parts. Please note, there is some werewolf love in this, but I'm not sure werewolf on werewolf counts as beastiality. I'll let you be the judge.

Draco sat back on his haunches, glaring at the keepers. They were bringing in someone new. He wondered if he knew them. They wouldn’t remember him though. He sometimes envied the new ones. They didn’t remember who they were, who they used to be, what they’d done to deserve this. They were all instinct and reaction, only existing to survive and procreate. He snorted at that. Had their attackers known that they’d be bred, there was no way they’d have picked this as a punishment.
Werewolves. Trapped werewolves who’d had their magic bound so they couldn’t turn back. Draco’s mind wandered back to his punishment, when the Dark Lord had learned of his treachery. The cold voice still permeated his mind.
“Toss him in the dungeons after the werewolf is done. Give him the potion after the full moon.”
Draco shuddered and gave a mournful howl. Being Fenrir Greyback’s chew toy had been almost unbearable. After that, being tossed in the dungeons and almost starved to death was a rather nice vacation. But his first turning would haunt him forever. He still heard the bones cracking in his mind, the horrible feeling of his jaw dislocating, his clothes shredding as snow white fur covered his body. Then he’d been frozen, a horrible potion shoved down his throat before they crated him up and shipped him here, to a muggle zoo to pose as an actual wolf. Timber wolf, they’d named him. Could they seriously not tell the difference? He was twice the size of the other wolves.
He hadn’t remembered who he was for a long time… long enough to realize he wasn’t the first wizard suffering from this punishment. He was thrown in with a pack of submissives at first, too scared to be trusted to fight for an alpha position. He’d docilely adapted as quickly as he could, accepting scraps from the humans and learning to hunt. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t communicate with the other wolves, why he had to practically learn their entire language from scratch.
He still didn’t know how long he’d been a wolf. He remembered his human life though. It came back to him in bits and pieces, dreams and sometimes flashbacks when he was learning to hunt. He was aware when they dropped a newly turned werewolf now. They always put them with the submissives. After watching dozens fail to succeed, he’d made it his mission to try and help them adapt. Harry Potter would have had a field day if he could see Draco now. His days of bullying were long since gone, though he idly wondered how Potter was faring against the Dark Lord. The last he knew, Potter had destroyed some valuable trinket that Draco had managed to slip him the location of.
“Where in the hell do they keep finding all these strange wolves?” One of the female keepers asked the other male. “It’s like they have no clue what the hell they are.”
“Eh, it’s just shock,” the male shrugged him off. “Just make sure Timber takes her under his wing and she’ll do fine.”
The female keeper peered through the bushes to find Draco, crouched down and watching them closely. She smiled and he couldn’t help but relax. She reminded him a lot of his cousin Dora, whom he’d finally met a few weeks before his capture. “He’s a remarkable case, the first to ever have survived here from these providers.”
The man stopped fiddling with the latch on the crate and looked over to him, studying him. Draco was reeling. He’d never heard that before. He knew that there were others. Before he’d started helping the newly turned, they came and disappeared almost as quickly. Some had challenged the submissives and lost. Others had won and been thrown into the alpha pack. He didn’t want to know what happened to them there. He ticked them off in his mind: Crabbe and Goyle, gone after a very clumsy attack on the submissives which he had fiercely discouraged. Blaise, sent to the Alphas before his mind had returned to him.
There were others he hadn’t known the identities of, other Death Eaters that had failed, muggleborns they experimented with. He’d managed to help quite a few though. There were the Patel twins, who told him that they were captured while trying to help Muggleborns escape on some sort of railroad or something. He hadn’t quite understood at first, until they told him about the first underground railroads in America that were used to smuggle slaves to freedom. He couldn’t help but admire them for that. Then there was Lovegood and Longbottom, both captured for helping the light on a raid. They had their own enclosure now and Luna was expecting pups any day according to the keepers. He couldn’t help but be worried for them though. Would they be stuck in wolf form?
“He’s something,” the man finally said before peering into the cage of the new arrival. “Blimey, are you sure you don’t want to hold this one for a while?”
The female frowned and looked back at him. “No. Why?”
“I think she’s in heat.”
Draco’s stomach bottomed out. He took a tentative sniff of the air and froze. The male was right. He could smell it, the tantalizing scent of female. It didn’t drive him barmy like the others, but he was still attracted to it. The real wolves, they were put off by it, noticing that it didn’t smell correctly. Draco had tried to smooth it over with them, explaining that the wolf couldn’t help it, but this new girl, she didn’t have months of learning how to act under her belt. When it happened to Luna, Draco managed to save her by convincing Neville to mate with her. It was awkward, but the other submissives backed down, not wanting to upset the dynamics. Draco had worked too long and hard to place himself at the top… without so much as one bloody fight.
“Well, maybe Timber will accept this one as his mate,” the female said slowly. “It was strange, the other female, how he protected her… and let the other male have her.”
The male chuckled. “Maybe he’s picky.”
“Don’t be absurd,” the woman growled.
“What?” the man asked. “The Alpha wants an Alpha. That other female, way too submissive. This one though, I think she’ll be just right.”
“Why?”
The man grinned. “Word is, she managed to almost take a few fingers off when they unloaded the crate. She’s a feisty one, she is.”
Draco’s interests were certainly peaked now. He could smell the Were on her. She was a human. And if his nose was right, a magical one. Magic had a certain metallic smell to it. He smelled it when the Death Eaters who kept tabs on them came by to laugh at him and torture him. He’d had the last laugh though. Dolohov hadn’t been back since he’d snapped his wand in half. Served the fucker right, sticking his bloody wand in the enclosure. But his thoughts were focused on the new girl now. Who was she? He shuffled further out into the open, letting out a low growl when the other submissives followed. No, he’d not allow her anywhere near them right now. She was in a world of shit and she didn’t even know it.
“Oh, ho ho,” the man chuckled. “Interested, are ya boy? She’s quite the looker, this one.”
Draco cocked his head. Looker? What did he mean by that? The other wolves they’d brought, they were all various shades of dull brown, mostly matching with their human counterparts. Luna had been a pretty yellow color he found quite charming and the humans thought rare. But a looker? He might be a fucking werewolf, but they weren’t exactly attractive to him.
“You know,” the female said. “Sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t know exactly what we’re saying.”
Draco smirked his best wolf smirk, lifting only a corner of his lip up and tilting his head the other way, as cockily as he could. He’d been trying to communicate with them ever since he’d been stuck here. Sometimes they seemed to understand, but muggles were notorious for not believing. He’d found that out the hard way. If he’d ever caught a wizard’s eye, they’d at least think him peculiar and might even wonder if he was a familiar. He snorted in disgust. He was so sick of this, but he had to help that girl. There was nothing for their predicament, but he could help her out.
“I know,” the man said. “Well, time to introduce her.”
The keepers lined the crate up with the hole in the enclosure, the one they normally exited through to get to their sleeping caves at night… and escape the bustle of the humans during the day. Being stared at for hours upon hours was nerve wracking. He tensed as they unlocked the crate and was ready to spring on the newbie the second she tried to make a break for it. Showing any sort of ferocity at first was bad. That’s what had let him survive as long as he had. Now, if he’d been introduced into the Alphas, that would be a different story.
“Go,” the woman ordered and the cage door sprung open, emitting a flurry of claws, mottled honey and cinnamon colored hair, and pissed off werewolf from its midst.
Draco couldn’t help but admire her as she tried to bite her way out of the enclosure, glad she’d picked the interior wall and not the silver charmed outer one. He’d seen many try, but not with the ferocity she was showing. He’d only seen that kind of fight from one woman in his lifetime. The thought paralyzed him. It couldn’t be. No. They couldn’t have gotten her. Not Hermione Granger. He let out a mournful cry when he caught sight of her eyes, golden amber, just like Granger’s. He sniffed deep, trying to catch the scent he’d had embedded in his brain since first year. There it was. Honeysuckle.
The other submissives in the pack were getting alarmed as she abruptly turned and stared Draco down. He realized the situation was getting tense, but if it was one thing he’d learned about Hermione Granger in all his years of going to school with her, it was that meeting her head on was a very bad idea. Instead, he turned his body sideways, a very dangerous thing to do to any hostile wolf, and snarled orders at the pack. They were to stay away until he could talk some sense into her. She was frightened out of her mind and didn’t realize what had happened. He thanked his lucky stars that the pack backed off, muttering and cursing him but retreating just the same.
“Told ya,” the man chuckled. “They’ll do great.”
Draco wanted to shout ‘yeah bloody right’ but he couldn’t. Instead, he sat down and watched Granger tire herself out, hoping he’d been wrong about her. She wouldn’t know yet, but he would. His mind went on a different tangent then. If she didn’t know who she was, then she wouldn’t know who he was, had been. He was different now. Maybe he could change her perception of him. He’d always wanted to… but his father wouldn’t let him.
‘No,’ Granger panted, trying to tear the bars apart with her jaws. ‘No, no, no, no, no.’
‘They won’t move,’ Draco barked cautiously. He was quite aware that his barks when speaking to a werewolf were very different than speaking to the pack. It was like French to English. The mannerisms were mostly the same, but the words… not so much. When he was a human, he was fluent in both languages. Maybe that’s why he’d been the first to survive. He shook it off and took a tentative step sideways, trying to get closer to her but not in a threatening manner.
‘Trapped,’ she yipped, seeming terrified at the sound that came out of her throat.
Draco felt such sympathy for her then. He still remembered those days, only being able to think in short sentences and feel impulses. A new wolf didn’t understand why the barks were coming out of their mouth or why it was strange that they were. They didn’t even remember they could speak human and were certifiably afraid that they could understand humans as well. He sat down again, carefully lowering himself so he’d be less threatening.
‘Yes.’
She let out a startled cry and immediately tried attacking the bars again. He had to admit, she was a determined little thing.
‘Stop. Please?’
It was the please that caught her. There was no wolf equivalent of please. There was yes, stop, and ouch, and that was about it. Well, there was begging, but he wasn’t really begging per se.
‘What?’
Draco tried to simplify his response as much as possible. She wouldn’t understand anything more yet. ‘Stop. You hurt you.’
That seemed to take the wind out of her sails, her rump hitting the dirt. It always did with the others. Learning there was no way out was akin to someone punching you in the stomach. He allowed her time to compose herself but he could hear the pack getting restless. Now that she was at least a little less hostile, they were curious. He didn’t have much time. She just had to come around. He had faith she would. She’d always been intelligent.
‘Why?’ she asked softly.
That was a loaded question, but he went with the standard line. ‘Punishment.’
‘Why?’ she howled mournfully.
Draco felt her melancholy in his bones. He’d often wondered the same thing. Wouldn’t death be better than this caged existence? He sat up and tilted his head back, howling as sadly as he could, trying to express that he understood how she felt. He didn’t know either. But there was hope.
She sank to the ground and put her head on her paws, whimpering pitifully. She’d understood him then. He slowly crept over to her, making sure to keep his side to her and not looking her directly in the eye. She’d perceive that as a threat. Instead, he lay down and dragged himself the last few feet, finally ending with his muzzle a few inches from hers. She’d tensed during his move, but seemed unable to hold back the urge to sniff him.
He held still, letting her inspect him, his muzzle, his ears, behind his head, his neck, and his arse. That was the worst part. He’d never had a clue just how much you could tell about a wolf by smelling their arse. He did tense when she smelled his cock though. The pheromones she was releasing had him more than interested and he didn’t want to be rude. It was nature after all, but it would still be shocking. He managed to relax though as she lay beside him. She was allowing him his turn.
He stood slowly, making sure not to frighten her. This wasn’t exactly how wolves met, but werewolves were a completely different breed. He’d learned that his very first day, and he hadn’t even known why. But he filed it away for studying later and started his slow perusal of her body. She smelled scared, weak… and hungry. No doubt they’d starved her. At her neck, he sneezed. She smelled of Fenrir. They always did. It was an awful smell but one he’d come to be familiar with. He worked his way back, trying not to cringe when smelling her bum. She smelled ripe, really for the taking, and he wanted to so badly. He hadn’t craved Luna that badly but oh, she hadn’t smelled so wonderful. He thought it best to cut it short and plopped down beside her quickly so she wouldn’t see his penis hanging out of its sheath.
She whined. ‘Do not know.’
He slowly caressed her jaw with his muzzle. ‘It will come.’
‘Will it?’
He yodeled a bit, assuring her it would. ‘Hungry?’
Her eyes lit up and she sprang up. ‘Yes!’
‘Easy!’ he said a bit gruffly, noticing that the pack had crept up without his notice. He was feeling edgy, more so than he had with Luna.
‘Hi,’ she called to the pack, hoping to smooth over the waters. Her head cocked to the side when the pack didn’t respond.
‘Different words,’ Draco explained patiently and then taught her the bark for hello. She learned quickly and his chest puffed out with pride when she managed to get it right the first time.
‘Name!’ the pack had demanded.
“There, see,” the male keeper said, drawing Draco’s attention. “And you’d doubt good old Timber.”
“No I suppose not,” the female keeper said. “I think Honey might just have caught the pick of the litter.”
Granger tilted her head in a questioning manner. Was that her name?
Draco barked, confirming her suspicions. They’d call her Honey, at least until he could figure out if she really was Granger.
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Honey whimpered and started moving her feet in her sleep, like she was running from something. Draco knew what that was, her memories were returning. He hoped they’d be gradual like his but she didn’t seem to be as traumatized as he was. Luna had only been disoriented for a day, Neville, a few months. He guessed it depended on the amount of torture one went through. Neville had been in bad shape, Luna… fairly good.
Draco mentally sighed and scooted closer to her, putting his muzzle on her neck for comfort. A normal wolf wouldn’t have tolerated it but werewolves still had human compulsions, like needing to be held. Actually, he remembered owning a little croup puppy and it liking to cuddle. Maybe it was just strange wolves. He put that thought away and placed a paw over her rib cage. He wondered how long she’d let him leave it when she came back to herself. How quickly they had fallen into routine. He tried to remember how many days it had been. Two… three? No, four.
The first day he’d spent trying to keep her calm and teach her the ways of the pack. He’d been so happy when she’d caught on, always the know-it-all. She’d eaten and drank and slept beside him, never letting him get more than a few inches away from her. He knew how she felt. Familiarity was key now… and the new pack was anything but. They were colder to her than normal, no doubt because she was in heat. She’d tried her hardest to learn the pack language, mangling it more than once and almost causing a few fights because of it. It was to be expected. He’d been there for each and every step with the others.
The heat had taken hold the second day. Her instincts were telling her that she wanted him… badly. And his wolf side was more than willing to comply. But his human morals had firmly taken root and dug his heels in. No. He’d not mate right now. He’d make sure she was herself first. He knew she’d absolutely hate him if he took her before she knew who she was… or who he was. It also didn’t escape his notice that his wolf and human sides both said not right now instead of never. Two more days of torturous flirting and teasing followed until she’d howled so sadly he couldn’t take it anymore. Her scent was too strong and she thought he didn’t want her. Even after he’d explained that they weren’t like the other wolves and that she still had memories that needed to come back, she’d not relented. She’d started crying because she thought he’d rejected her and her wolf was offended, thinking it wasn’t good enough for the Alpha. His wolf snapped, overtaking any hold his human mind had on it.
The previous night was probably the best he’d ever experienced. He let the wolf completely take over after he managed to herd her to a secluded place. If the keepers knew he’d bred her, they’d be moved to another enclosure and he wouldn’t be able to help anyone else. It was selfish, but he couldn’t let another person be killed like that. It hurt his conscience too much. Instead, he’d claimed her in a lush thicket, one he knew no human could see into. The pack had shown it to him when he’d had his first melt down. They only used it to breed and to be alone. They wouldn’t bother them.
Honey howled again, sounding like she was being held under the cruciatis. She probably was in her memories and he pushed down a little harder, hoping to offer some comfort. Memories of the previous night assaulted him again, her smell, her eyes as she licked his muzzle seductively and wiggled her arse. Both of their instincts were on overdrive. But it was when they’d joined that he knew he was done for. Werewolves mated for life. He couldn’t help but wonder if they would have ever gotten together if they were still human when the moon wasn’t full. Was she really Granger?
‘Timber!’ Honey barked, startled awake by a particularly brutal memory.
‘I’m here,’ he grumbled softly.
‘My name. It’s not Honey.’
‘I know,’ he said sadly, sitting up and allowing her to pace out her memories. Sometimes pacing helped. He just hoped she wouldn’t kill him after this.
‘I’m a human.’
‘Werewolf,’ he corrected. ‘You’re a werewolf.’
She sat dejectedly. ‘I know.’
‘You’re name?’
‘Hermione Granger,’ she said sadly. ‘I was Hermione Granger.’
‘You still are,’ he insisted. ‘You’re also Honey now. You must accept it. There is no way to escape.’
‘Why not?’ she growled, agitated at her newfound enlightenment.
‘The bars are charmed. Even if they hadn’t bound your magic, you’d be unable to break out. And the keepers never trust us enough to come in.’
‘But we could try making contact-‘
‘I have,’ he cut her off. ‘Muggles don’t believe. They just think we’re incredibly intelligent and their mind is playing tricks on them.’
‘Wait,’ she said, getting up and pacing again. ‘I couldn’t talk to the wolves. But I could talk to you. You. You’re a werewolf.’
Draco wished wolves could roll their eyes. She was being incredibly dense. Then again, she’d managed to come to that realization a lot quicker than he had, so he let it go. She’d put two and two together soon enough.
‘Who are you?’ she demanded.
He backed up a little. ‘Who do you think I am?’
She bared her teeth. ‘Well, you were happy enough to fuck me last night.’
He jumped a little in surprise. He didn’t think she’d be quite that direct. Then again, this was Granger he was talking about. Granger. He’d mated with Granger. Damn it.
‘What did you expect me to do?’ he finally asked. ‘You were driving me insane. I couldn’t resist!’
That cowed her a little. Her ears went back, a sign of submissiveness. He wasn’t fooled though. There would be blood when he revealed himself. ‘Still,’ she said a little quieter.
He growled in frustration. ‘Can’t I just be Timber? It’s not like I’ll ever be him again.” He realized that wasn’t what he’d said a few minute ago, but no one liked who he’d been. He wished he could just drop his former self and go on. In some ways, he supposed being a wolf was better, a fresh start.
‘Who?’ she insisted.
He shook his head and put several feet in between them. He could tell it still made her uneasy to be far from him, but he wasn’t about to risk being mauled because she was pissed off. When he thought he had a decent head start, he tensed and answered her. ‘Draco Malfoy.’
‘WHAT?’ she barked, baring her teeth and lunging at him.
‘You heard me,’ he snarled, holding his ground.
‘Why would you help me Malfoy?’ she asked, ready to lunge again.
‘You heard the keepers when you arrived. I was the first to survive this punishment. I’ve watched countless others die being introduced to the packs here. I took it upon myself to help. Blaise was shipped to the Alphas before he regained his mind. I don’t know what happened to him. Crabbe and Goyle died trying to attack this group. I couldn’t let it continue.’
That got her thinking. She sat down warily. ‘Others?’
Draco eased his stance. ‘Yes, others.’
She snarled. ‘Did you fuck them too?’
Draco barked out a laugh. ‘I wouldn’t fuck Longbottom with someone else’s dick. And he’s quite happy with Lovegood anyway.’
‘Wait, what?’
Draco sat down. ‘You heard Granger. They’re both here, just in a separate enclosure.’
‘Why?’
Draco whined. ‘Because she’s pregnant.’
Granger’s eyes widened in shock. It was kind of frightening on the wolf. ‘What?’
Draco couldn’t look at her then. “She went into heat Granger. The pack wanted to kill her because she doesn’t smell right to them. Remember? They don’t much like you either for the same reason. Anyway, it was either mate with her or let them kill her because I didn’t have the standing in the pack I do now. And I didn’t want to do either, so I had Longbottom claim her. I just… wonder what will happen to their pups. Will the potion carry on to them?’
For once, Granger was speechless. He couldn’t blame her. It was a hard concept to realize. They were not wolves, not really. Being forced to stay like this, what repercussions did it have?
‘Where are they?’ she whispered.
Draco ducked his head. ‘Come on. You can see the Patels there too.’
‘They’re here?’
He yipped in the affirmative and started walking down to the caves. He’d learned how to flip the latch and walk freely down the hall to the different enclosures. The keepers had gone apoplectic when they’d found out, but quickly realized that he’d only wanted to sit and chat with the other inhabitants. They let him do it now, but they still kept a wary eye, making sure he stayed on the enclosure side of the hall. He’d had a grand time listening to them theorize about how he was able to know how to open and shut gates behind him. They’d thrown everything from whistle training to mutated genetics and science experiments. They weren’t far with that last one.
‘Stay close,’ he warned. ‘I’ve never brought anyone back here with me. When the keepers realized that the twins were having troubles with their heat cycles, they had them separated and spayed.’
‘Merlin, no.’
Draco whined. ‘I couldn’t stop it. Fenrir wasn’t fully turned when he bit them, and their turning wasn’t fully set when the potion was forced down their throats. They’re still human in that aspect and it didn’t mesh well when instinct took over.’
‘You’ve changed,’ she grumbled quietly.
‘Funny, what turning spy and being punished for it does to a guy,’ he growled.
‘Harry found it,’ she said. ‘He found the cup, destroyed it.’
‘And the war?’ he asked, his stomach twisting at the thought.
‘That’s what we were gearing up for… when I was captured.’
He mentally frowned and opened the gate for her, letting her step through before closing it behind them. He looked around to see the two keepers that had put her in the enclosure there and breathed a sigh of relief. They’d leave him alone.
‘What happened?’
She whined, a low mournful whine. ‘I was trying to get the message to Snape, but my timing was very bad. Death Eaters were in his house, returning him after a… what did he call it… loyalty check.’
Draco snarled at that. Loyalty check. More like a let’s hold them under the cruciatis for fun to see if they break check. Snape was strong though. He never had. Draco couldn’t help but remember the night on the tower when Snape was forced to kill his mentor. They were both tortured for hours for their insubordination. He was surprised the Dark Lord had let him live then. It was Draco who’d shipped the penseive memories to Potter later on, letting him know Snape was still on their side. The war had taken a nasty turn after that and Snape said they needed to get back on track… quickly. He’d been glad to. Besides, he owed the man.
‘I tried to run, but they caught my magical signature,’ she continued, whining softly all the while. ‘Snape tried to plead for mercy, stating that they could use me as bait. Voldemort, he disagreed and it cost Snape so much. But Voldemort said he’d found a fitting punishment for me, rather than death. He wanted Harry to be frantic, to be able to think there was a chance of saving me. All the rewards without having to worry about me escaping.’
‘Blood scrying,’ Draco said knowingly. ‘It can’t pinpoint the location of the person you’re scrying for, but it can give positive indicators of life.’
‘Exactly,’ she said. ‘He knew we’d used it before to try and see if other members were still alive, it we had a chance to save them. And then they threw me in with Fenrir and I don’t remember much after that.’
‘You’re lucky,’ Draco sighed. ‘You really don’t want to know.’
Granger stepped through the next gate and stalled, noticing two cages at the end. ‘Smell.’
Draco took a deep whiff and froze. ‘Blaise.’
He took off, skidding to the end and sliding in front of the cages. One held a rather bedraggled mutt, severely wounded and wheezing for air. He didn’t smell long for the world. The other held the sleek black figure of his old friend. He was covered in blood and looked quite cranky, sulking in the corner of the cage licking a few scratches.
‘Blaise?’
A menacing snarl ripped through the cage and Draco winced, backing up a little so his paws couldn’t reach through the bars. He peered into the familiar hazel eyes but they were empty. He’d heard about it happening, but he’d never thought it possible, not from his normally docile housemate.
‘He’s gone feral,’ Hermione breathed, ducking behind him when Blaise smashed into the cage door trying to get to her.
Draco stepped in front of her and snarled, not at all happy with the other werewolf’s behavior. ‘Mine,’ he raged, backing Granger into the next gate.
‘Want!’ Blaise barked back. ‘Mate!’
‘Mine,’ Draco snarled again, pinning his ears back and forcing Granger to get further away. Blaise was strong enough to bust through that cage and he didn’t want Granger anywhere near him when it happened.
“Whoa!” he heard the keepers yelling, running for them.
Draco tried not to panic. Bad things happened to wolves who acted like this. But he couldn’t back down. Not now.
“Easy Timber,” the female keeper said, noticing how he was trying to protect Granger. “He’s going to be put down today. BERT!”
“Comin’, I’m bleeding comin’ woman,” the male keeper shouted.
Draco barked in alarm when he saw the muggle tranquilizer gun he held. ‘Get the lock!’
He didn’t have to tell Granger twice. She turned and immediately started working on the lock with her teeth, fumbling for a moment before prying it open. She dashed through and yipped for him to follow. He backed out as quickly as he could, still snarling at Blaise to keep him back. When he was through, Granger slammed the gate shut and they both scrambled to close it as Bert leveled the gun at Blaise. They dashed backwards at the sound of the trigger. Their butts hit the next gate by the time Blaise slunk to the bottom of his cage.
“Damn,” Bert said, wiping his brow. “Those wolves, when they go bad, they go really bad.”
“Shame,” the female said. “He was beautiful.”
“Best tend to the other two,” Bert said softly.
Draco yelped and turned, trying desperately to unlock the gate. This one was always tricky, requiring him to lift up and then over before down and over and up again. He wasn’t sure what sick jerk had discovered it, but it was damn near impossible to get open with paws and teeth. He just knew he couldn’t let them put Granger down.
“Bert stop,” the female shouted. “You’re scaring him!”
“He’s gone crazy,” Bert said.
“No, no he hasn’t,” the female insisted. “Look, he’s trying to get away. He was trying to protect Honey. Bert, come on, you know Timber wouldn’t act that way if he weren’t protecting someone.”
Bert turned suddenly. “Someone? Tuley, have you gone round the bend? They’re wolves.”
“But Bert, haven’t you been paying attention? These wolves, they all seem to know each other. It’s like they lose their minds for a while but when they come back to themselves, they know. It’s like a pack that’s been separated for too long.”
Finally, Draco managed to get the blasted gate unlocked. He ushered Granger through and jerked the gate shut with his teeth, standing up on his back paws again to relock it. He hoped Tuley could talk some sense into Bert, but they needed to put some space in between them.
‘Who’s that?’ he heard the twins ask.
‘Hermione,’ Granger answered, slinking over to them cautiously. After seeing Blaise snap, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to see anyone else.
‘HERMIONE!’ the twins howled in triumph. ‘YOU’RE ALIVE!’
Hermione perked up then, seeing the twins’ threat pass. She barked happily and they yipped back and forth, quickly catching each other up to speed. Draco was happy they were happy, but Bert still hadn’t put that damned gun down. He snarled at the lock, irritated that it was even harder to get from this side. He hated the damned thing but it worked to keep the Alphas away from the medical quarantines. When he finally slid it back in place, he breathed a sigh of relief and padded over to the girls. They were in their enclosure but still able to see and nuzzle Granger. He put himself in front of her and waited, trying to see what Bert was going to do.
“See Bert,” Tuley chastised. “He was trying to protect her. He’s perfectly fine with the others. Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was taking her for a visit.”
“What?” Bert asked.
“Look,” Tuley said. “Have you ever seen any wolf allow two they’ve never met to start nuzzling them? Especially after the hellion she was when she first arrived.”
Bert studied them for a moment, scratching his chin in contemplation. He appeared to be intrigued with the bizarre behavior. Heartened, Draco inched his way over to the other gate, the one separating the twins from Neville and Luna. He seriously wished there was a simple gate between him and the world. But no. It was some electrified iron grid monstrosity that packed a wallop if you tried hitting it. He bit down his bitterness and nosed the lock open, keeping his eyes on Granger the entire time. He’d never tried this before and it was very dangerous, but they really didn’t have any time to lose. They had to act now.
“What’s he doin’?” Bert asked. “They can’t mix. She’s with pup!”
Draco had to work quickly. He shuffled backwards and called for Luna and Neville, breathing a sigh of relief when Bert only stood there. Draco wasn’t a fool. He could shoot them all from here. But maybe they had a chance to prove that they really were different from the others. At least they’d all be together. He lifted the lock and motioned for Neville to come out first.
‘Careful. Shield Luna,’ Draco ordered.
‘What’s going on?’ Neville asked.
Draco walked back towards the twins’ enclosure. ‘A reunion. A dangerous one.’
They followed his lead, keeping a close eye on Bert, who seemed too stunned to move. Tuley was watching open mouthed as Draco led them across, careful to put himself in front of Granger as quickly as he could. Granger looked over and cowered, scared at the new invites.
‘It’s okay,’ Draco said softly. ‘Neville, Luna.’

Granger couldn’t contain her yelp of surprise, jumping up and knocking Neville off his feet. They wrestled around and played a few minutes before she nuzzled his neck and turned to Luna, ready to do the same. Neville put his paw on her head and forced her to the ground with a harsh bark.
‘With pup!’
Granger whimpered in apology, whining until Neville let her up. She was much more gentle, nuzzling Luna for several minutes before sniffing her belly and then her arse. She just couldn’t help herself. Her tail was tucked in between her legs in embarrassment.
‘It’s okay,’ Luna said. ‘It’s instinct.’
Granger uncurled a little, allowing her wolf self to clean Luna’s ears. Draco grinned and unlocked the twin’s cage, allowing them to reacquaint themselves with the others. The keepers watched with open mouths as he sat between them and his pack the entire time, keeping his eyes trained on the gun. He was Alpha in his pack. They would have to get through him first.
“Blimey,” Tuley breathed. “I told ya Bert. They know each other. They’re a pack. We’ve got to tell the others!”
“Wait,” Bert called, bringing the gun up. “I don’t trust them.”
Draco stood, curling his lips up at the gun. He’d make himself stand there until all the fucking tranquilizers were out of the blasted thing. They were not going to hurt his pack.
“STOP!” Tuley yelled. ”Stop now. Put the gun down.”
Bert held steady for a moment, finally relenting and putting the stock down on the floor. Draco waited a tick until he was sure it would stay there before he relaxed his stance and sat down, keeping watch.
“He knows,” Tuley breathed. “Holy shit he knows.”
“Knows what?”
“He knows what we’re saying,” Tuley said quickly. “Come on Bert, out of there.”
Bert muttered to himself a few minutes before he handed her the gun through the bars and walked towards the main gate, keeping his front to Draco’s. Draco didn’t relax until he stepped through and put the gun into the cabinet. At least they’d have a few minutes to hide if the gun was locked away. Draco slunk to the floor in relief. Maybe things would change now.

AN: And that's it for the first part. Let me know what you think. It's strange, I know, but... I'm just in a weird mood. Anyway, bring on those reviews and feed the muse. Until next time, love you guys!
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