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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Fenrir_Greyback/Draco_Malfoy(Rape)
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Rape_Aftermath, Werewolf!Draco, Drarry, Romance, Drama,
      Psychological_Trauma, Bestiality(kinda), Angst, Violence
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-25 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2197
****** The Blonde Wolf ******
by Fearmyboxers
Summary
     Lucius has failed Voldemort one too many times, so the Dark Lord
     decides to teach the Malfoy family a permanent lesson in the form of
     Fenrir Greyback. School has started again and sixteen year old Draco
     has to hide many secrets from his schoolmates and the staff of
     Hogwarts.
Notes
     I have ADHD and write stories for fun/to get the ideas out of my
     brain. I don't know when this will be updated as I have so many other
     fics to update.
All of the Dark Lord’s most loyal Death Eaters had arrived at Malfoy Manor for
a meeting that the Dark Lord had said was very important. The Death Eaters sat
  at the Malfoy’s dining table, waiting for their lord to begin speaking, and
 noticing how disheveled Lucius Malfoy was. All three Malfoy’s were staring at
 the table, Narcissa was holding one of Lucius’ hands tightly, while her other
      clutched her dress, and Draco had both his fist balled on his lap.
“As you all know.” The Dark Lord began. “Lucius got himself caught and has been
in Azkaban the last few months.” He pet Nagini’s head, the snake being wrapped
around his shoulders. “This is not the first time you have  failed  me Lucius.”
                    “My lord I-” Lucius tried to speak up.
 “Quiet! I am speaking!” Voldemort snapped at the blonde Wizard. “I could have
 left you in that cell Malfoy, I could have killed you and your family for how
 you have failed. It is only because of your wife’s sister that I have decided
that killing you would not fix what has been done, that you are still... useful
…” He looked over at Bellatrix, then returned his glance to the Malfoy family.
           “However.” A cruel smile came across the snake like face.
 The room was quiet for a moment, all eyes on Voldemort, and the Malfoy’s were
filled with fear of what the Dark Lord was planning for them. Bellatrix patted
her sister’s tightened hand, a smirk on her face. Narcissa wanted to shove her
 sister’s hand away, she may have saved them from death, but she’d allowed the
          Dark Lord to come up with another way to punish her family.
 “I can’t just let you go unpunished.” The evil Wizard waved one of his hands,
one of the Death Eaters getting up and leaving the room. “I need to show that I
 do not have favorites and that there are consequences for failing me. It is a
    shame it had to come to this Lucius, your son could have had a future.”
Narcissa’s eyes widened, Draco’s head shooting up. “My son?” Lucius asked, his
                              throat tightening.
 “Let this be a lesson to everyone in this room.” Voldemort said, the door to
 the dining room opening. “I will not accept any more failures. Your children
are not safe from my wrath, they will know that  you  are the ones that failed
them.” Fenrir Greyback walked into the room. “Spread the word of what happened
  tonight to all my followers that you know, make sure they know that if they
                 fail me the same thing will happen to them.”
  Fenrir walked to the young Malfoy, grabbing the sixteen year old by the arm
roughly, and yanking him up from the chair; the chair falling backwards to the
 floor with a loud bang. “I’m allowed to do whatever I want to him right?” The
   werewolf asked, smirking at the horrified look on the blonde boy’s face.
“Just try not to  kill  the boy. Otherwise, have as much  fun  as you want with
                             him.” Voldemort said.
 Lucius and Narcissa’s hearts sank when they realized just what the Dark Lord
 was implying was about to happen to their son. Death now seemed like a mercy
  compared to what was going to happen to their only heir, but they couldn’t
  bring themselves to go against the Dark Lord, and suicide was beneath them.
“M-Mother? Father?” Draco stammered, the werewolf pulling him toward the doors.
  The sixteen year old began to shake, pulling backward to get away from the
beast. “No! Let go of me! Unhand me this instant! Mother! Father! Help me!” He
grabbed at Fenrir’s fingers, trying to pry them off his wrist, and only causing
 Fenrir to grip his wrist tighter. Both of them leaving the dining room, with
                         Draco continuing to struggle.
  “Draco!” Narcissa cried out, trying to stand and run after her son. Lucius
  pulling her back down into her seat. “Lucius! We can’t! You know what he is
going to do! We can’t….we can’t...let that…” The blonde woman, pulled her hand
            from her husband, and began to sob into both her hands.
 “Cissy, this all could have been avoided had you married a more capable man,
  instead you married this failure.” Bellatrix said, placing her hand on her
                              sister’s shoulder.
   Narcissa couldn’t control her actions any longer, her hand flying up and
  slapping her sister hard across the face. The blonde woman standing up, her
 shoulders rising from her anger, and her glare was full of murderous intent.
“Don’t you  Cissy  ME Bella! He is your nephew! Have you no love for him?! Have
            you no remorse over what is about to be done TO him?!”
    Bellatrix placed a hand to her slowly reddening cheek. “This is a very
 upsetting matter, I think it would be best if you and Lucius returned to your
room.” Voldemort said, not wanting the sisters to have a duel in the middle of
                         the rest of his inner circle.
  “Yes  Cissy , go to your room like a good little girl.” Bellatrix sneered.
 Narcissa quickly left the room, Lucius following behind her. “Narcissa….I am
sorry…I had no idea this would happen…” Lucius said low, the both of them going
                               to their bedroom.
  Draco was forced into the room Fenrir had been using since arriving at the
   manor. The room was completely trashed, the canopy curtains, sheets, and
 mattress were torn. The door had many locks and the window had bars on it. It
  was a room to keep Fenrir inside when he turned on a full moon, but the man
         hardly used it when he turned, as he liked to go on the hunt.
Everyone knew the stories of what Fenrir liked to do to his victims, what he’d
  done to Remus Lupin and countless other children over the years. Even other
 werewolves feared him, many making sure to keep their children far away from
   him. Lucius had only allowed the werewolf into his home under orders from
                                  Voldemort.
Fenrir used his wand to lock the bedroom door, making sure to take Draco’s wand
away from him, and tossing it across the room. “We can do this the easy way or
 the hard way, I’d prefer the hard way, but I might accidently kill you.” The
  werewolf said, grabbing Draco by the chin, and pressing his sharp thumbnail
  into the boy’s chin, blood trickling down. “We also don’t want to leave any
              permanent marks on your pretty little face, do we?”
Sick. Draco felt sick. He wanted to run, but he knew he couldn’t escape, and he
didn’t want to think what the “hard way” was going to entail. Fenrir was cruel,
 a real monster, even for a werewolf, and Draco feared how many ways he could
hurt him without killing him. Tears stung Draco’s eyes, dripping down his pale
                      cheeks, and his breathing hitching.
  Pushing the Slytherin teen toward the bed, Fenrir ripped the boy’s clothing
 from his body; shredding them as he did. Draco began to shake, standing naked
 in front of the beast, and covering his genitals with his hands. “No need to
 hide your cock boy.” Fenrir laughed coldly, while removing his own clothing.
       “There is no need for modesty with what I’m going to do to you.”
 Fenrir was muscular, his chest covered in thick hair, and scars over most of
 his body. Draco’s legs were shaking, his eyes closing tightly. The werewolf,
 grabbed Draco’s shoulders, turning him so his back was facing him, and forced
                   the teen to bend over the end of the bed.
Draco tensed up, his fingers gripping pieces of the torn mattress, and tried to
 think of anything besides what was about to happen to him. Fenrir pressed the
 tip of his cock against Draco’s ass, leaning down to whisper into the teen’s
  ear. “Don’t try to hold back your screams. It is so much more fun when they
scream.” With that, the werewolf thrust forward into Draco without any form of
                                 lubrication.
“AHH!” Draco screamed loudly, his eyes wide. He tried to move away from Fenrir,
feeling the older man’s cock inside him. “Take it out! It hurts! Please!” Draco
pleaded, blood going down both of his legs from the skin being torn when Fenrir
 thrust in without prepping him. The teen’s toes digging into the carpet, his
 legs cramping from his muscles tightening, while he was trying to push up and
                          get away from the werewolf.
Fenrir’s nails dug into Draco’s hips, causing the blonde to bleed more, and he
  slowly pulled backward till only the head of his cock was inside the teen.
 Thrusting back as roughly as he could into Draco, causing Draco to jerk into
the bed, and cry out in pain. Each thrust was rough and quick, Fenrir grunting
                           against Draco’s shoulder.
Moving one of his hands up, Fenrir gripped a handful of blonde hair and yanked
 Draco’s head back away from the mattress. Draco hissed in pain from his hair
 being pulled, his body twisting under the monster. Tears continued to stream
  down the sixteen year old’s cheeks, his nose becoming runny, and making it
                          harder to breath properly.
The Malfoy heir wanted to vomit, but he didn’t want to degrade himself any more
by making such a mess. He couldn’t bare any more humiliation, there was also no
way he was going to give the beast the satisfaction of knowing how sick he made
 him. Knowing that the man had already infected him with a form of lycanthropy
  with how many times he’d pierced his skin with his nails, even in his human
                      form, made Draco feel even worse.
 With that thought in mind, Draco suddenly remembered what day it was, and his
struggling became more determined. “Please no!” The teen screamed, hearing the
deep growl come from Fenrir. Draco’s eyes darting to the window that no longer
  held the forest green, satin curtains from before the man’s arrival to the
  manor. The full moon starting to rise into view, its light shining into the
                                  dark room.
  Fenrir pulled back from Draco, falling to his hands and knees. His already
 hairy body becoming completely covered with thick salt and pepper fur. Draco
  watched in horror as the man turned into a wolf, hearing as the man’s bones
                         broke, and his body reformed.
  The blonde quickly tried to get to the door, hoping that while the man was
changing he’d be able to escape. Draco let out a loud scream, feeling the claws
  trail down his back, the blood going down his sides. Fenrir pinned the boy
                    down, his claws dug deep into his skin.
  “No!!!” The teen screeched, his eyes filled with tears, and the pain surged
  through his body. The werewolf had marred him, he’d been cursed, and he now
                 prayed the beast was going to just kill him.
  Draco tensed up as he felt the werewolf press his cock against his ass, the
 blood pooling at his sides from the deep gashes on his back. Fenrir moved his
muzzle to the back of Draco’s neck snarling against it. Weakly and reluctantly,
        the Malfoy heir raised his hips to allow the wolf to enter him.
Fenrir thrust his hips forward, his cock pushing into Draco. While Draco wished
 for death, he knew if he didn’t obey the werewolf, the beast would make sure
 the death was slow. The sixteen year old’s body shook from his sobs, feeling
                      each thrust of the wolf inside him.
Unable to take what was happening to him any longer, Draco shut down his mind.
  When he woke up he was in his own bed, his mother sitting beside him, fast
 asleep with her head resting on his bed. Trying to move hurt, every muscle in
                                his body ached.
“M....mother?” Draco’s raspy voice came out, the screaming having taken a toll
                                on his throat.
 Narcissa’s head shot up. “Draco!” She cried, tears filling her eyes. “My poor
 child…” The woman grabbed her son’s hand. “I’m so sorry…” Her body shook. “We
      were unable to protect you and such a horrible thing has happened…”
  “W-Where is father?” Draco asked, watching his mother’s eyes avoid him. “I
see….Having a monster as an heir is a disgrace to the Malfoy name isn’t it? I’m
                            worse than a Squib...”
    “I....” Narcissa’s voice caught, pulling Draco into a hug. “You are my
  son...this was forced upon you and it is not your fault. Your father is to
 blame for angering that horrible...I don’t even know what to call him. I love
   you Draco, nothing can ever change that. Your father...he just needs more
                                    time.”
  The blonde buried his face into his mother’s shoulder, holding onto her. “I
have to do what the Dark Lord wants….If I don’t, I am sure he will kill you and
   father…” Draco said, turning his head to the side. “I don’t want to kill
                  anyone...I don’t want to be this monster…”
 “Shh...I know dear...I know…” Narcissa said, rubbing the back of Draco’s head
               as she couldn’t bring herself to touch his back.

                                      TBC
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