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Title: How To Suduce A Werewolf
Author: SecretlyPadfoot/MuddyDoggie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10,388
Pairing: Remus/Draco
Category/Warnings: Underage sex, 'rape', crying Draco, buttsex
A/N: My wife and I are trying out a new pairing and writing this story together. It's a three parter, so here is the first.
‘A binding charm is used to constrict… no that’s not right… to contain an opponent in a… by using... chains or ropes…’ Draco’s mind attempted to work on his defense against the dark arts paper, but he couldn’t. Nothing sounded right on parchment, and he was getting more and more discouraged as he continued to fail at the pitiful paper.
He looked up and glared at the defense teacher. How the hell Lupin managed to stay defense professor bewildered everyone, but here he was, handing out stupid useless assignments that had nothing to do with anything. Busywork, that’s all it was.
Draco’s eyes looked back to his parchment; the pathetic first paragraph was a joke. It could have easily been written by a first year. His lip twitched and he violently snatched up his parchment and crumpled it into a ball, throwing it in the direction of the waste bin with a loud groan of displeasure. “I hate this bloody assignment!” he yelled, standing up, “This is seriously a waste of time, how do you learn magic by writing?! You don’t! Nobody has ever warded off anything with a paper about binding spells!” and with that he crossed his arms and plopped back into his chair, the classic Malfoy pout on his lips.
Everyone was staring, but not all of them at Draco. Professor Lupin was also caught in the glance. Whereas most Professors would be red faced and fuming at the boy’s outburst, Lupin remained oddly calm, and in fact didn’t look up from his paper.
“You know that’s detention Mr. Malfoy, correct?” The Professor spoke dryly, his eyes still skimming the previous classes quizzes. Draco only rolled his eyes as the bell rang for the last class of the day. “Malfoy please come up here.” Lupin spoke and Draco sneered, his friends all snickering and waving as they left the room.
Draco walked up to the desk with a strut, “Yes dog breath?” He smirked, that had just slipped off of his tongue but he was rather proud of the new name to call Lupin.
The Professor on the other hand, wasn’t amused and looked up at the fifteen year old. “Do you have a problem with me Mr. Malfoy or is it the fact that you aren’t quite mature enough to hold an intelligent conversation, let alone write an essay that forces you to concentrate even in the slightest?”
Draco paused, he was taken off guard, and the professor’s deep brown eyes locked in his gray steel ones, nearly causing him to sweat. The pause wasn’t long, but long enough to show that Draco didn’t have a comeback. “I think you’re a piss poor example of a defense teacher. That’s all.” That was the best he had.
“You know if you keep this up I can take you out of the next quidditch match.” Lupin challenged.
“You wouldn’t dare Lupin. I could have you fired in a snap.” Draco snarled.
Lupin looked back to his papers as he spoke, “You’ve already explained your distaste for me, yet here I am, still teaching.” He looked back up, “And there you stand with no less than a weeks worth of detentions.”
“A weeks worth?” Draco glared the legendary Malfoy glare before continuing, “I find that highly unlikely, Lupin.”
“And why is that Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco leaned over the desk with a cold smile, “Because you’re weak. And I know a little secret that you don’t want anyone to know.” He laughed lightly.
The professor looked at Draco, intrigued, “And what is that, that I have lycanthropy?”
Draco once again had to think for a second before realizing that that meant werewolf. “No, you cocksucker- I mean-” Draco kicked himself on the inside, he wanted to let it out in a slicker way than that, “I know you’re a fag.”
Lupin faltered, his face losing some color and he stared at Draco intensely. “You know?”
Draco was completely taken off guard, he had only been bluffing, yet he somehow managed to recover quickly. “Yes I know,” he replied snidely, “and I’m not too opposed to letting everyone else in on the news.”
They stared at one another for a long moment, Draco holding his face in a threatening stance, as his professor continued to study him. Then Lupin gave a little sigh and sat back relaxing in his chair. “And where exactly are these accusations coming from, Mr. Malfoy? I assure you, Professor Snape isn’t too well informed on my personal life as he may think.”
Draco was quicker with a response on this one, “I observed it for myself.” He smiled coyly, he felt as if he was back in control of the situation again. “I’ve seen you eye Boot in class, and Wood at the quidditch matches. Have a thing for students, eh?”
Lupin’s lips quirked up, but he managed to keep a straight face. “You amuse me, Mr. Malfoy. See, the way I see it, one can only truly spot a homosexual by being one themselves. Do you have something to hide, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco hadn’t thought about it really but of course he blurted out a response he hadn’t fully thought out, “It’s the argyle. I mean, why would anyone ever wear argyle if they wanted to attract a cunt? You wear it every day.” He had no idea why his mouth was no longer listening to his head, and it was beginning to scare him. For once he actually wanted out of the conversation.
“Language, Malfoy,” Lupin warned sternly. He had noticed Draco’s panic so he pressed further, “That’ll be another detention. You might want to stop now, Mr. Malfoy if you want to avoid any more of your secrets being revealed.”
“I have no secrets Lupin.” He snarled, but the weakness was showing, “when and where will these detentions take place?”
“Here, in my classroom every night at 7:00.”
Draco’s heart skipped a beat and he choked out the next sentence, instead of the sly smooth way he should have stated it, “Want me all to yourself when everyone’s headed to the common rooms?”
The defense teacher chortled, “You’ll serve your detentions, Mr. Malfoy or the Slytherin Quidditch team will be missing a seeker.”
Draco glared now, “At 7 then…”
“That includes tonight,” Lupin went back to correcting papers. “You may leave.”
Draco scowled, and left promptly, usually he would have gotten the last word in but in this case he didn’t want to be defeated again. Somehow Lupin was able to beat him at words lately, and he didn’t like it.
He headed towards the Slytherin common room, seeing as his last class was a free period; he figured the best way to clear his head of what just happened was to take a nap. Maybe he was just stumped because he wasn’t sleeping well. Yes, that was it.
The door to his dorm swung open effortlessly as he entered his private room. He closed and locked it behind him, not wanting anyone to disturb him in his apparently few hours he got to himself.
He stripped his robes off, a huge yawn escaping him as he crawled into his bed half nude, wearing only his black briefs.
He closed his eyes as he got comfortable, though his mind wasn’t allowing him to relax in the slightest. It was stuck on one thing, Lupin. This fact angered Draco, how could that man even begin to assume that he, the Malfoy’s only son, be gay. It was preposterous. Anyway, Draco hadn’t even noticed that Lupin was ‘gay’; it was all a bluff… right?
He flopped over his mind still racing, what if it wasn’t a bluff? What if he really had seen Lupin checking out those boys? He didn’t even deny it when he brought it up. But then again, neither had he when Lupin had made his own accusation.
Draco tried to think back, had he really seen him check out students? Or was it just his subconscious telling him that it was true because it’s what he was thinking about? No, that didn’t make sense.
Draco’s mind continued to think and it took longer than he would have liked but he did manage to go to sleep.
The few hours of freedom passed quickly, and next thing Draco knew he was headed back up the stairs and towards the defense classroom, where his worthy adversary would be waiting to make the rest of the day a living nightmare.
The only thing running through the teenagers mind as he opened the door was the fact he was glad he got a few hours of rest before facing off with the professor again. He would surely be able to contest with the man being better rested.
“I’m here, its 7, what do you want me to do?” Draco clicked his teeth as he trudged between the tables towards the professor’s desk; a very tired and annoyed Lupin looking up at him as he spoke.
"Evening, Mr. Malfoy,” Lupin said, indicating to the desk in front of him. “Sit down; you’ll be working on your essay you failed to complete in class.”
Draco rolled his eyes and flopped into the chair behind the desk, “And what if I don’t?”
“Then I presume you’re prepared to spend the entire evening here,” Lupin answered smoothly, “When you’ve finished, I have more work for you complete.”
Draco sneered, “You can’t keep me here all night fag. I’ll report you.” He put his feet up on the desk.
“On the contrary, Mr. Malfoy,” Lupin didn’t even look at Draco as he stood up from his desk and walked across the classroom to his cabinets. “I can keep you as long as I’d like as long as you make it back before curfew. It’s all up to you as to how long you stay.” His back was turned to Draco as he went about his own business. “And until you finish the work I set for you, you’ll continue these detentions.”
Draco moaned and put his feet back down, there was no way to get out of work- or maybe. He pulled out his book and a roll of parchment, beginning to write a ‘paper’, but was actually writing a journal entry from his ‘prison’.
‘Day One,
My captivity here in defense-kaban is horrific; they have me guarded by their queerest dementor to guard me. How long I will be stuck here is on my own terms, until I bust out…’
Lupin returned to his desk carrying a large stack of papers, slamming them down. There had to be at least 500 pieces of parchment. He then walked around his desk and sat back down with a sigh.
‘..It won’t be easy but it would defiantly be... be...’
Draco moaned, he couldn’t even think enough to slack off. He looked up to Lupin who was busy in his papers, “Lupin, your going bald.” He snickered, getting a good shot at the top of his head. “You have someone pulling it out for you, or do you do that yourself?”
“Professor Lupin, Mr. Malfoy,” he responded, ignoring Malfoy’s attempt to rile him up. It didn’t even seem as if he cared.
“You hardly count as a professor; technically you’re not even human anymore.” Draco smirked.
“If you view it like that, I technically haven’t been human since I was five then, wouldn’t you say?” He was annoyed, and his words were a warning.
“Then how are you a professor? Half of this crap you give us is busy work,” Draco suddenly got a spark of inspiration, “Did your boyfriend dump you?” He taunted.
Lupin looked up at him sharply, “You’re only making this worse for yourself, Mr. Malfoy. Curfew isn’t until 11:00.”
“Oh hit a soft spot, did I?”
Lupin sighed heavily, standing up he picked up the large pile of parchment and dumped it onto Draco’s desk. “You’ll finish that essay, and correct and file all these papers. You won’t be leaving until you’ve finished.”
“It won’t be done before curfew, and I seem to have developed a case of writers block.” Draco’s white teeth gleamed at the annoyance in Lupin’s sigh.
“I’ll escort you to your common rooms myself,”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Draco’s eyebrow twitched.
Lupin slammed his hands down on Malfoy’s desk, leaning forward and glaring darkly at his student, “Do you really want to be here all night Malfoy? Because you do realize that you are in control of how late you actually stay here. Perhaps you don’t want to leave. I can only guess as to what is motivating you.”
Draco jumped at the sudden explosion of aggression. “I-I-I have writers block.” He defended, which wasn’t really a lie, but he didn’t want to admit he was a terrible writer.
“You can make your excuses, but you’re staying here until finished. Get started, Mr. Malfoy. I want the first paragraph done, by the time I get back.”
“Heading off to wank I see? Do I need to send a picture of myself along for you to get off by?” Draco held back his laughter and managed to keep his seductive tone.
“Is that what you’re hoping for, Mr. Malfoy?” Lupin raised an eyebrow, “Is that why you’ve been slacking off on your work and getting yourself in detentions? You believe you can seduce me?”
His jaw suddenly dropped, his eyes wide with horror, only indistinguishable noises coming from his throat as he attempted to talk.
“Sorry to bring about disappointment, Mr. Malfoy, but I am your professor and you are my student. I think it best if you leave, I’ll talk to McGonagall and discuss the remainder of your detentions.”
Draco’s eyebrow rose, “So- you do have a thing for- I-” he suddenly got extremely uncomfortable.
“That’ll be all Mr. Malfoy,” Lupin said sternly and he left without another word, leaving Draco alone in the classroom.
“But- But-” Draco stuttered, dashing out of his chair and after the aggravated staff member, “You didn’t answer my question!”
Lupin was walking fast, ignoring Draco as the boy tried to stop him. It was fortunate that the halls were vacant of students and staff.
“So I was right!” Draco shouted finally, his words echoing down the hallway and his hands twitched as he stood in the middle of the hall, now wondering why the hell he had followed Lupin when he could be back in the common room shagging some whore right now.
Lupin turned around, stopping Draco in his tracks, and in three quick steps had Draco backed up against the wall. “Mr. Malfoy, you’re a smart student, remarkable when you really try and you are quick at picking things up. Be that as it may, there are rules that I must fallow, and I am not going to risk my job or going to Azkaban.”
Lupin stepped back, letting Draco take in what was just said.
He nearly messed his robes in that instant, breathing hard, he couldn’t admit that he was just messing with the professor’s head; that would be humiliating. But he really wasn’t trying to get in Lupin’s pants. “Sir I - I just wanted to know if what I asked was true. If I wanted to seduce you it wouldn’t have been this drawn out.” Draco panted hard, before realizing what he said and frowning at himself for saying it, he didn’t intend to make it sound like he ever would consider seducing him, or any guy.
“It is true,” the werewolf admitted, “and I would appreciate it if you would keep it private. Teacher’s personal lives are supposed to stay that way: Personal.”
Draco nodded, swallowing hard, “So- so tomorrow at 7:00?” He now just wanted out of the situation, his legs were shaking. The werewolf was defiantly able to strike the fear of God into people, and Draco was not immune.
“I’ll send you a note with instructions,” Lupin said and began to walk away, at the end of the hallway he turned around, “That essay is still due, by next class.”
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Draco sat in the defense classroom, his essay complete in front of him, well as complete as it was going to get. He had run back to the classroom after the insistent in the hall and stolen bits and pieces of the previous year’s essays. He had calmed down, now he knew Lupin’s secret and he didn’t need to try and get more info out of him; though he wasn’t quite sure if he really should begin to harass him again, so he was just going to wait it out, trying to think of an exit strategy if he needed it.
As the bell rang for the start of class Professor Lupin stood up from behind his desk, allowing the 5th years to continue to chat as he went around the classroom, passing back yesterday’s assignment, as he passed Draco’s desk, he placed a folded piece of parchment and continued to go about passing out essays.
Draco opened it, reading it to himself,
Tonight at 7:00 your detentions will continue with me, here in the Defense classroom.
Draco’s heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at Lupin who was still passing out papers. The hand writing looked angry- did it? Was it just his mind tricking him? How in the hell does writing look angry?
His mind raced as he couldn’t imagine the rage welling up inside that werewolf; the werewolf that he had forced to tell his deepest secret.
In fact his mind was on that all day, up in till he stepped foot into the classroom at 7 that night. “I’m here for detention...” He announced cautiously as he gripped his wand, ready to be jumped immediately and probably wolf gang raped.
Lupin was sitting behind his desk as was usual, he pointed to the seat in front of him and Draco sat. He waited for instruction, but Lupin said nothing. He didn’t even look at Draco, or give instructions. There weren’t even papers out for him to grade.
“I turned in my essay…”
Lupin just held out a piece of parchment, Draco took it. It was his essay, and it had a large P on it for Poor.
“Poor? You gave me a poor on this? I was up all night with this bloody thing!” Draco fumed, his efforts at a quick pass failing miserably.
“I gave it a more then generous grade Mr. Malfoy.” Professor Lupin replied, “You see most cases of plagiarism lead to an immediate expulsion.”
“You’re blaming me of plagiarizing? Hell it’s not my fault I got a strike of inspiration at two in the morning. I am highly insulted by your accusation.” Draco lied, his dramatic skills shining like a beacon, but by an astonishing feat Lupin wasn’t convinced.
“If you really had worked that hard on it you would not have used the essays from before I began teaching here. I read your essays, in fact all six of them, only last year. Therefore I think a poor is way more credit than you deserve.” Draco was about to open his mouth before Lupin cut him off again, “Now would you like to sit and re-write it, or shall we discuss all of your other essays I’ve let slide over the last three years?”
Had it been any other teacher he probably would have continued to argue, but he instead began to work on his essay, and Lupin returned to his papers. There was at least an hour of silence, Draco completely stumped at his paper, and the professor vaguely watching him.
At 8:30 Lupin stood up to look over Draco’s shoulder to see how the paper was coming along, it was blank. “Something the matter Mr. Malfoy, or do you just enjoy spending time with me?” Lupin smirked, beginning to relax enough to harass the kid again.
“I wasn’t bluffing when I said I had writer’s block.” Draco mumbled darkly in reply.
“Do you even know how to write an essay?” Lupin pressed.
“Of course I do! I wouldn’t be a fifth year had I not known how to write a bloody essay!” Draco barked just before a huge stack of papers landed on his desk. “What? I’m assuming I won’t be aloud to go until I finish this essay and grade all of those?”
“No those are already graded.” Lupin returned to his desk.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Then what in the hell do you want me to do with them, ‘dog-breath’.”
The professor’s eyes narrowed, “Just for that you’ll have to re write each and every one of them.” He ordered, “And your detentions won’t be over until they are all completed.”
“Oh that’s a load of bull shit!” Draco stood, sending all of the papers flying, “I’m not going to re-write everyone’s paper on binding spells!” He snapped.
Lupin couldn’t help but chuckle, “You think I’d hand you the papers I just finished grading to re-write?” He watched the boy for a second before continuing, “No, these are your Transfiguration, History, Charms, and Defense essays from the last two years.”
Draco’s face burned with rage, “There is no way you can get away with forcing me to re-write all of those papers! We’ll see what my father has to say about this.”
“Mr. Malfoy your father was already contacted about the situation. It was explained to him and given the preference of this or having you expelled, he decided that this would be less humiliating. So if you would like to contact him about it, you are more than welcome.” Lupin raised his brow in question, as if asking for Draco to challenge him.
Draco only glared and began to pick up the papers he had knocked on the floor. He didn’t entirely believe what the professor had said, but he was done. This meant war.
The rest of the night was spent in complete and utter silence. Only Draco's quill scraping against the parchment and Lupin’s slow foot steps on the stone floor made noise. Every now and then Lupin would lean over Draco's shoulder, uncomfortably close, and point out a flaw in the essay. At first Draco passed it of as merely an over reaction of himself. But after the third time he knew it was just to piss him off.
“Its 10:45 Mr. Malfoy, I assume you have time to reach your dormitory before curfew, or shall I escort you?” Lupin asked, his face looking exhausted, but satisfied.
“I think I can manage.” Draco grumbled on his way out of the classroom, heading straight to bed. He had to come up with a plan to counter Lupin’s awkward attack, but how?
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Draco was once again in detention, at his desk, now re-writing a charms paper about the dangers of using broken wands. He was waiting for his chance to use his new trick to mess with the professor; he just had to wait for the right moment.
Lupin seemed to be more on edge then usual, but a simple look out the window would explain why. The full moon was only a day away, thus resulting in Lupin’s irritation and the dark circles around his eyes. He was busying himself with preparation for the next week’s lesson plans, ignoring Draco completely.
Draco was getting irritated himself; he couldn’t annoy the professor if the professor wasn’t paying attention to him. “Err Lupin- can you read this over, I don’t know if it sounds right.” He lied, well kind of. Nothing he wrote ever sounded right but that wasn’t the problem.
Lupin sighed and came over behind him, leaning over Draco’s shoulder and skimming the essay.
Draco breathed in deeply, pretending to smell the professor fondly. A smile crossed over the student’s face, the boredom of being ignored being refilled with the satisfaction of being a complete ass wipe.
Lupin froze, not seeming to breathe. Suddenly he pulled away and he was glaring at Draco. “Mr. Malfoy, I have warned you. Get out.”
“Why? For breathing, Jesus, you’re jumpy Lupin.” Draco chuckled, but the scent of Lupin was stuck in his nose, it wasn’t awful, just a little awkward. Mostly because Draco liked it, he had never smelt it before, no way would he admit that’s what he was doing, he couldn’t mess with the professor if he wasn’t in the room.
“Do I look like I want to hear you’re cheek?” There was an edge to his voice, he was practically growling. “I told you that nothing would happen and nothing will.”
“Good because I don’t want anything to happen! I thought I made it clear I’m straight. Not my fault you think I’m sexy.” Draco snickered, continuing to wonder what the hell made him like how Lupin smelled.
“Funny, I don’t remember you claiming to be straight. This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
“Well I am.” His mind was still busy as he spoke.
“For someone who doesn’t want anything to happen, you make a poor show of convincing me otherwise.”
“What the hell kinds of cologne do you queers wear? It’s stuck in my nose.” Draco asked suddenly.
There literally was a growl that escaped Lupin and he slammed his hands down on the desk. “You’re complaining about how I smell, are you? When you come in here every night, the smell of arousal all around you.”
Draco was confused, he had gotten used to the aggression but what he had said just didn’t make sense, “Wait, what?”
“Every night, Mr. Malfoy,” Lupin continued, “You sit down at your desk and with one look at me I am overwhelmed with the smell of arousal.”
“Should I shower more?” He sniffed himself, visibly concerned, “I don’t smell anything.”
Lupin laughed aloud, “Oh good Lord, you’re 15 years old, Mr. Malfoy, surely you know what I’m insinuating.” He looked Draco over once, “But this only proves my point more. You’re young with a simple crush. It’ll fade.”
“I don’t have a crush on you! Really I don’t.” But his words were spoken too soon; his nose was still full of Lupin’s scent, and beginning to give him a hard on. “You know what, I’m out of here.” Draco snapped heading to the door quickly. He stopped though, he could feel Lupin’s eyes on him and his blood raced, he couldn’t explain why but Draco didn’t want to leave, actually it was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment.
“It’s so strong now…” Lupin’s voice was low, almost pained. “That arousal…”
Draco couldn’t turn around, he couldn’t move, his voice cracked as he spoke, “No its not…”
There was no response, the silence seeming to drag on for several minutes, when in reality, it was only a few seconds before Lupin spoke again. “It’s best you go now, Mr. Malfoy.”
“I… I can’t.” He half laughed uncomfortably, his feet seemed to be glued to the floor, and he got even harder, beginning to sweat. He felt so trapped, so vulnerable; he slowly looked over his shoulder at his professor, the fear in his eyes.
Lupin was staring at him; his eyes were dark and full of something Draco didn’t recognize. It struck fear in him, but it also caused the blood in his veins to pulse faster and harder. He didn’t know how it had happened so quickly. How he had got so hard with no contact to his skin. It wasn’t normal for him and he wasn’t sure if he liked it.
Draco tried to speak again, “Lupin...” His body began to shake, and now he really wished he had just left.
“Leave,” he growled in response. It came out so cross and venomously that Draco had to look at him again to make sure it really was his professor. It was then that he noticed the tent that had formed in the front of the professor’s robes and the rise and fall of his chest as he tried to control himself. Had it not been so close to the full moon, Draco was almost sure that this would be playing out in a completely different manner. He didn’t know much about werewolves and how their instincts worked near the full moon aside from the fact that they became extremely cranky.
“P-Professor I can’t.” Draco spoke again, the terror welling up in his eyes and nearly crying, he knew he was dead.
“Fuck-” the professor swore shocking himself and Draco. “Damn it, Malfoy, just get out of here- Now!” And then Draco understood. Lupin was losing control; the werewolf was struggling to get out.
Draco’s withheld tears found their way to his cheeks and he took a slow hesitant step towards the door. The look on Lupin’s face, the growl in his voice, made him weak in the knees, he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t leave, he wanted to stay, he wanted ripped to shreds.
“Oh shit- you’re crying,” Lupin was across the room in less then a second, examining Draco’s face as the tears fell. “I hate crying,”
“You’re terrifying.” Draco tried to laugh, but it still came out like a wounded animal. He breathed deep, his nose once again taking in the aggravated werewolf’s scent. He stepped closer to Lupin; it seemed easier to step closer than away.
The werewolf breathed in deeply, his eyes closed and he let his breath out slowly. “This isn’t good.”
“I have no intention of leaving.” Draco whimpered; his eyes now cast to the floor, “For some reason I want to stay…”
“I can lose my job. I’ll be sent to Azkaban.” He looked directly into Draco’s eyes. The tears had stopped much to the relief of both men. “You’re not worth it…”
“I won’t tell…” Draco spoke, the hint of hope in his voice.
In one step, Lupin pinned Draco up against the door, his breath was hot on Draco’s pale skin, he was leaning in, ever so slowly, bringing them closer and closer, their lips brushing up against one another as Lupin was just to pull him into a kiss…
Draco moaned his mind was gone; he no longer had control of how he behaved. His cock was so hard he couldn’t stand it; he gripped his professor’s robes, pulling him closer.
Their lips met, and there was no hope for them any longer, the situation had spiraled out of control and now… Well, Lupin could only hope that Draco would really keep this all to himself.
“God damn it Lupin...” Draco swore, breathing hard, “don’t hold back.”
Lupin growled at him, and kissed Draco fiercely, biting the boy’s lips and dominating his mouth with his tongue. He pressed himself closer and Draco felt the large bulge in Lupin’s pants, making him wonder how long it had really been there.
Draco shook, adrenaline rushing thru his veins, his hands ran down his pants, and his long pale fingers hooked into Lupin’s belt loop. His hands so close to Lupin’s cock.
Lupin broke the kiss only to press their bodies closer and his teeth were nipping at Draco’s jaw and neck, his hands pulling Draco’s robes apart and gripping him tightly, sure to bruise the soft skin.
Draco’s eyes closed, a moan escaping his lips. His hands now working at pulling any clothing he could grab off of his person, and off of Lupin. He needed more.
Lupin suddenly grabbed Draco’s hands, stopping his movement. Draco’s robe was already discarded on the floor and he was working on unbuckling Lupin’s belt. He looked up at his professor confused, afraid he had done something wrong.
“You’re getting carried away,” he said breathlessly, but the edge was still there.
Draco was about to protest, there was no way that he would allow Lupin to stop now. Not when he was kissing him like that. Not when Lupin’s hands gripped his body so tightly as if afraid he was going to make a break for it. However, before he could so much as get a word out, Lupin was dragging him back up the aisle and towards the stairs that led to Lupin’s private office and sleeping quarters.
Draco couldn’t help but smirk, he hadn’t expected that. He struggled playfully, enjoying the fight way to much. He looked back to see his robe on the floor and protested, “We can’t leave my robe on the floor! It’s worth 200 galleons!”
“I suggest you leave the robe,” Lupin pulled on him harder. When Draco stopped, refusing to go up the steps, Lupin growled and picked Draco up, causing him to let out a very un Malfoyish squeak as he was carried up the five or six steps and into the office.
Lupin dropped him and he fell to the floor ungraciously as Lupin slammed the door and locked it, then took out his wand and put more enchantments on it. Probably to ensure he doesn’t get caught, Draco thought.
Draco looked up at the man from the floor. He could see the glint of sweat beading down Lupin’s neck. He blinked hard, his body slowly beginning to ache from being tossed around; he was no longer playing, now Draco was scared. “Are you going to kill me?” He squeaked.
Lupin’s face suddenly changed, no longer so fierce, but now concerned. “You think I want to kill you?”
“I- I don’t know-” Draco stuttered, his eyes stuck on the professor’s face. He had never dealt with werewolves. He had never even dealt with a real wolf- or any one throwing him around. He imagined that Lupin was planning to rape him to death and then devour him like in all the legends. “Why not?”
Lupin let out a sort of chuckle. “I’m risking enough already Malfoy, murder would be the last thing I want to do.” He gave Draco a once over, “Perhaps you should go, you don’t seem to be able to comprehend what is going on, and I could not allow myself to take advantage of you. Werewolf or not, I have my morals.”
“Ah fuck no, Lupin.” Draco spat, anger welling up behind his eyes, “You already got me here, you got me all horny and you are going to do something about it! I’m not leaving!”
“You are so immature,” Lupin murmured, reaching down to pull Draco up by his Slytherin tie. “Do you know why I avoid teaching the class about werewolves, Mr. Malfoy? There are several things about myself that I would like to avoid my students from learning.”
Draco smirked, his arousal increasing. “Do I get a special lesson?” He laughed lightly.
Yanking on his tie, Lupin pulled Draco up against him, once again Draco felt Lupin’s erection and it made him moan. Lupin lowered his lips to begin nibbling on Draco’s ear, breathing in the boy’s scent, “Werewolves have a high sex drive, Malfoy. I can only stay in control so much longer.”
Draco’s body shook with anticipation, “I told you not to hold back Lupin-”
“Do you think you could handle it, Draco?” Lupin’s teeth were grazing down Draco’s neck. “You start crying the moment I show aggression.”
“Tears stop after the anticipation is gone.” He groaned, he couldn’t help rubbing his cock up against Lupin, humping softly.
Lupin groaned loudly, he took a tight hold of Draco’s hips, and pushed him back onto the bed, covering the boy’s body quickly with his own and pressing up against him.
The groan that came from Draco’s mouth sounded anything but dignified. He began nipping at the professor’s ear and neck, wanting so much more.
Lupin’s hands were everywhere on Draco, running up along his sides, his thighs, arms, back, everywhere they could reach. He let out a growl and tore open Draco’s shirt, buttons flying across the room and Lupin grinded against him.
Draco couldn’t help the orgasm that happened; he came all over in his pants, but kept begging for more. He was getting frustrated with the werewolf, for being so uncontrollable he sure took forever to get down to business.
The orgasm went ignored by the werewolf, his mouth attacking Draco’s chest. He had stopped nipping and now began to bite, his teeth marking Draco’s skin wherever they bit. He growled loudly, beginning to get impatient, not even bothering with the buttons of Draco’s pants as he yanked them off.
Draco let out a cry of surprise, his legs now covered in the cum that was originally contained in his genital area. His nimble fingers gripped at the back of his professor’s shirt, his mind wanted him naked; he wanted to feel his skin.
“Fuck…” Lupin ran his hands up Draco’s inner thigh, cupping Draco’s balls and running his thumb up Draco’s length. He let out another growl, and with his free hand worked on undoing his pants.
Draco’s eyes rolled back hard, his cock hard again. He was moaning, loud. The growling that Lupin was doing made him harder, he wanted Lupin. He wasn’t sure how, but he wanted him. His tongue rolled around in his mouth as Lupin worked him.
Lupin kicked off his pants and rocked his hips, he lifted Draco up and Draco felt the hard werewolf cock against his ass.
“Holy crap-” Draco gasped, feeling it against him, “You’re so huge…” He sounded nervous.
“Mmm, yes…” Lupin hummed biting Draco’s neck and shoulders.
Draco’s legs wrapped around Lupin’s waist, and he rubbed his ass up against the hard werewolf cock.
Growling, Lupin pushed himself forward, the head of his cock pressing in past the tight muscles.
Draco screamed, it was huge, and hard, and dry. There was no way he could be in there without ripping his ass in half. Tears rolled down his face from the pain, it hurt so bad, but felt good, it felt right.
“Don’t have anything…” Lupin chocked out, “I’ll go slow…” he pressed in more, but it was far from slow. Suddenly Draco felt as if he was being torn in two and all Lupin did about it was let out some sort of howl.
Tears poured down Draco’s face, he tried to hide them, he didn’t want Lupin to stop. His voice cracked as he continued to scream, “Lupin- Professor-”
“Fuck, you’re tight…” Lupin moaned, as he began to thrust his hips, taking himself deeper into Draco’s dry ass.
Draco came again, his cum now getting all over Lupin’s shirt, the one thing Draco could desperately cling to in his pain. His head was pressed against Lupin’s shoulder, sweat and tears soaking into the man’s shirt. He couldn’t stop screaming, he liked it, but oh God it hurt. Every time he came he thought he was going to die. “Lupp-p-i.” He screamed, trying to get him to use something besides blood for lube.
Lupin grunted and grabbed Draco’s thighs and pulled them up over his shoulders, Draco’s feet now suspended in the air, and Lupin only got in further, and then with another thrust he hit something deep inside Draco that made him scream even more.
“Lupin!” Draco screamed, the tears no longer able to pour, he was getting dehydrated. His mouth was dry, his eyes burned, and his ass throbbed around the older man’s hard cock.
“Prostate,” Lupin breathed, holding Draco close to him as he hit it again and Draco cried out once more.
He came so hard, over and over, spurting out all he had left. He panted, white spots showing in his vision. “Fuuuck.” He groaned loudly.
“Shit-” Lupin suddenly pulled away, Draco’s legs dropping to the bed with a thump and hot cum sprayed all over Draco’s stomach.
Draco shook his head, sitting up half way, his eyes trying their damnedest to focus. “What? What’s wrong?” He whimpered, not sure what was going on.
“I can’t cum in you, Draco,” Lupin panted, “I can’t mark you like that.”
“Did you?” He asked his mind completely fogged.
“No,” he ran a hand over his face. “Let me look you over, see if I marked your shoulder or neck.” Draco might have been unable to think straight, but he could see the regret beginning to show on Lupin’s face.
“Hey, why cant you? Hell we’ve already started- why stop now?” He asked, his mind clearing, his whole body aching. “Lupin I’m not leaving if you’re still hard.”
“It would mark you, and you’d be prey for other werewolves to claim. I’d have to bite you, leaving the mark that would claim you as mine. Which, I can’t do, Malfoy.”
Draco groaned, he liked the sound of Lupin marking him, the dominance. He sat up and crawled toward the werewolf, his ass killing him, “You said you couldn’t fuck me either and yet- look.”
“It’s dangerous, Malfoy.” Lupin stood, pulling off his shirt covered in cum and went over to his trunk, pulling out a pair of gray stripped pajama bottoms, tossing them at Draco. “You’ll want to stay here for the night.”
“Why would I want to stay?”
“You smell and it’s past curfew.” Lupin dug through his discarded clothes, finding his wand and quickly cleaned up the mess. “You can take the bed,”
Draco tried to get up and stand, but he had to double over, the pain overwhelming him. “Lupin- does it always hurt like this?”
“I’m sorry about that.” Lupin confessed, “I told you I would get carried away. Had I been in the right mind I would have used a spell since I don’t have any lube. Nor did I prep you, which only adds to the pain.”
“Oh… well that’s nice to know...” he breathed hard, “can you do something about it now?”
“You’re really whiney,” Lupin pulled another pair of pajama bottoms on and taking his wand he left the room, the door clicking behind him.
Draco groaned, falling on the floor, he would have healed himself had his wand not been in his robes in the classroom. “Professor?” He groaned, the tears returning and he crawled to the bed, pain shooting throughout his entire body.
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The next morning, Draco woke up, groaning in pain as Lupin shook his shoulder. “Sorry, Mr. Malfoy, it’s 5:30, I need to take you back to your quarters before everyone starts to wake up.”
Draco could only look at his professor; any movement sent a spasm of pain shooting throughout his body to all his nerve endings. His ass was in tremendous pain and he couldn’t help but cry out as Lupin tried to move him. Dry blood and cum had his skin sticking together uncomfortably and all Lupin was doing about it was trying to push him out of bed.
“Piss off Lupin.” Draco moaned loudly, moaning into a pillow.
“You can’t stay here,” Lupin said the edge to his voice from last night still there. “You have classes to go to and I have a full moon to prepare for.”
“Well unless someone with a wand fixes me up I’m not moving an inch.” Draco groaned, even his eyes burned, so he decided to keep them closed.
“You spoiled little cunt,” Lupin grumbled as he took his wand, pointing it at Draco and with a quick spell Draco’s pain began to fade to a dull ache.
Draco sat up groaning, “You’re the one spoiling me Lupin.” He smirked, looking at Lupin exhaustedly. “What’s got your knickers in a bunch?”
Lupin looked extremely tired, like he hadn’t slept at all that night. He also looked more than annoyed with Draco. “I have no patience for you right now,” he said, “Just get out, your detentions will continue again on Monday.”
“Why Monday?” Draco asked, he sounded pissed off, “You think you give me a once over and we’re done? That’s not how this works Lupin.”
Lupin yanked Draco up off the bed, harshly by his forearm and dragged him across the room to the door, picking up Draco’s robes from the end of the bed and shoving them at the boy. “Don’t be so naive, Mr. Malfoy. The full moon is tonight and I’m going to need a few days to recover.” He pushed Draco out the door and just about closed it on his face before saying, “And this was a once over,” and the door slammed in Draco’s face.
Draco would have yelled something back, but his throat was too dry and instead he decided to go sit at the professor’s desk for a moment, just to rest. But he fell asleep so fast and hard he began talking in his sleep. “Lupin… yeah that’s what I’m talking about… yeah…”
“Malfoy?” A voice came from the door, and jarred Draco awake. “What the hell are you doing here? And not dressed?” The voice asked.
Draco groaned opening his eyes to see Weasley standing there, “Piss off Weasley...” He groaned, attempting to wake up.
“Seriously Malfoy- you look like you were on the bad end of a broken wand.” Weasley examined Draco from afar, the bruises very plane on his pale skin. Draco could hear the excitement in his voice.
Draco shook his head clear and looked at Weasley darkly, “What in the bloody hell compelled you to come here at 6 in the morning?”
“It’s ten.” Weasley corrected, pointing to the clock, “and Hermione made me come fetch her book or something.” He waved the notebook in his hand.
“You’ve got it, now leave.” Draco rubbed his temples with his fingers, his head hurt more then the bruises on his skin which were more than sensitive to the touch.
“Once again why are you naked Malfoy?” Weasley asked, now beginning to chuckle.
“I’m not naked, you prick,” Malfoy stood quickly only to sit back down just as fast when the blood rushed to his head making him dizzy.
“Your pajamas are to big for you- you know that right?” Weasley pointed out, “Well I guess I’ll see you at the quidditch match tonight.”
“That’s next week you moron.” Draco snorted.
Weasley shook his head, “No, it was next week last week.” He laughed, “Wait till Harry hears about this.” He turned to leave, his glee turning into fits of giggles.
“Fuck!” Draco swore, standing up gingerly to put his robes back on, “God Damn it!!” This was going to be a hard day.
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Draco hid in the Slytherin common rooms all day, not even leaving for food. He had taken a shower immediately, the hot water washing away the blood and cum from his tender body, the fresh bruises screaming in protest, but once done, Draco felt better and was able to curl into his bed, the comfort of the warm blankets and mattress lulling him to sleep.
He didn’t know what exactly what was going on with him. Why he had been so compelled to push Lupin to the very edge, and now that he had he couldn’t figure out if he regretted it or not. The bruises and the pain should have been a sure fire sign but at the same time, he wanted that contact again. Lupin had been rough, but it was the night before the full moon and Draco couldn’t help but wonder if it would have been different in other circumstances.
He dreamt of those other circumstances and was in the middle of soft caresses and kisses when he was woken by Mudungus, the quidditch captain, yelling at him to get his sorry ass out of bed and ready for the game against Gryffindor.
“Piss off I’m sick…” Draco moaned, sitting up and the blankets falling off of him, the bruises and bites practically glowing on his exposed skin.
“Sick are you? You look like you got the shit beat out of you.” Mudungus laughed, “You’re still playing, and we need a seeker.” He pulled Draco out of bed and tossed him his uniform.
Draco groaned as he pulled his uniform on, “I didn’t get beat up… I just fucked-” He stopped suddenly realizing what he was saying, “I got beat up.”
“Who was it?” Mudungus inquired, “He’s rough. I didn’t realize you were into that kind of thing, but I guess it makes sense.”
“He? Who the hell said it was a he?” Draco barked, his palms getting sweaty.
“Draco, no offence, but you reek of gay.” He picked up the pajama bottoms that Draco had disregarded when he had changed into his quidditch uniform, “And I know that these do not belong to any girl.”
“Well I’m not and the tailor got the measurements wrong when he measured me.” He explained as he strapped on his shielding.
Mudungus shook his head, “Say what you want, Draco,” he left the room expecting Draco to fallow down to the quidditch pitch for the game.
He did, in fact he sprinted after the captain, “ok, ok,” he chose to go from a different approach, “I got into a devils three way alright? I’m not really that proud of it.”
Mudungus looked over his shoulder at Draco, smirking, “With whom? It couldn’t have been anyone from our house, no one swings that way.”
“They keep it quiet alright? And it was the only way we could fuck Granger alright.” He chuckled at the lie, “and God did we fuck her, she screams like a banshee by the way.”
At this Mudungus looked disgusted, “That ugly mudblood? You’re sick, Malfoy.”
They had made it to the quidditch pitch and the conversation was ended as Slytherin team went straight into talking about strategy and going over all their practices. All too soon it was time to mount their brooms and start the game.
Malfoy sat down on his and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying out in pain. The broomstick put pressure on the very tender area and no matter which way he tried to position himself; the stick was not going to allow any comfort.
It was the most painful, most distracted game ever, and Potter didn’t help. He was up there taunting him and laughing. Draco wanted nothing more than to hurt him.
“So are you sleepwalking or is it just by chance you were naked in the defense classroom?” Potter laughed and Draco glared.
“I wasn’t naked!” He yelled, lifting his head and turning towards his opponent.
“Not what I heard,” Harry flew past Draco on his search for the snitch.
Malfoy glared after him, in too much pain to pursue, he stayed where he was and cast his eyes over the field, watching the game as he did so. Slytherin was winning, taking the possession of the quaffle again and again, bringing up the points. They were now 60-10 and the quaffle was in Slytherin possession again.
Draco glared at the back of Potter’s head, hearing cheers from the Slytherin crowd again. Then he saw him take off, the snitch in Potter’s sight. So Draco did what he always did in this situation, followed Potter as fast as he could.
He was gaining on Potter, leaning forward to make the broom go faster, there was no way he was going to get in front so he did the first thing he thought of, grabbing the end of Harry’s broom and yanking it back.
“What the hell Malfoy?!” Potter yelled, his concentration gone for a split second, but just long enough to lose the snitch. He kicked at Draco, who looked pleased with himself.
“You’re not going to win this time Potter.” Draco snarled, he got a glimpse of it and sped off, but Potter caught back on the trail and chased after it too.
They fought like this for a long time. One would catch sight of the snitch and then the other would break their concentration, allowing the snitch to escape once again. Meanwhile, Slytherin was bringing in all kinds of points. Gryffindor chasers didn’t stand a chance. Point after point was scored in Slytherin’s favor; soon they were up to 120 points, Gryffindor still stuck at 10. Whenever the Gryffindor’s got remotely close to scoring, the Slytherin keeper would block it, putting the quaffle back in Slytherin possession. The only hope for Gryffindor now was if Harry caught the snitch.
Draco had to rest, his ass was killing him and sweat beaded down his face. Keeping up with Potter was hard enough, but with the pain it was impossible. Another cheer rang out for Slytherin, 130 points now. His eyes scanned the area, glancing over at a very lost looking Potter over near the Hufflepuff flag, it was only a matter of time before the snitch would be in his hand, and Draco knew that.
It’d be nice if Draco could catch the snitch, but his best bet would be preventing Potter from getting it before the Slytherin’s reached 180 points. Potter took off again, and Draco sighed as he dived down to Potter to pursue him yet again. Luckily it was easier to cut Potter off this time, just flying directly into Potter’s path and stopping him in his tracks. Just as soon as the snitch had been there, it was gone.
“Your slower today Malfoy-” Potter sneered, pushing Draco out of the way, “Exhausted from taking it all night?” He had to scream over the Slytherin's cheers again, 140.
“Jealous much,” Draco retorted. The game was moving faster now. Potter knew he had to catch that snitch, but if only he could get past Draco. It was then that Draco caught sight of the snitch. It was behind Potter, and Draco made a dive for it, throwing Potter off balance as he sped past him. But Potter was hot on his heels, and they raced for the snitch. The announcer groaned as Slytherin was awarded 160 points. Just twenty more and Draco could let back on Potter.
At this moment Potter dashed forward more, his hand outstretched, reaching for the small golden snitch.
Draco slammed into Potter just enough for him to put his hand down, a bludger zooming over their heads. “Give it up Potter, you’ve lost.”
Potter pushed back, the snitch lost again just as Slytherin scored another 10 points.
“You bloody wanker-” Potter snorted, hearing another 10 points go to Slytherin.
Draco looked down; the Weasley keeper was gone, probably crashed into a goal post. There was no hope for Gryffindor. “Fetch, Potter.” Draco laughed, flying lower.
And then the game was over, Two minutes later Potter caught the snitch, but only to end the game. Slytherin won 180 to 160. Draco landed, a smirk on his face, but inwardly he grimaced, his ass hurt so horribly now. He was sure it had started to bleed.
He didn’t change in the locker room, which was odd for him, but he was tired of making up stories. He tossed his uniform on his bed and got in the shower again, cleaning the sweat from his skin and fair hair.
Once clean he attempted to heal his rear exit with his wand, but nothing seemed to help. The only person that could help him was Lupin.
The charm Lupin had put on him earlier was fading fast now, so Draco made up his mind to get the werewolf to do it again. He’d make sure Lupin would do a better job at it this time too, really healing him instead of just numbing the pain.
Draco made his way up from the dungeons toward the defense room, upon which arriving he found it to be locked. He pounded on the door, but got no response.
“Lupin I know you’re in there! Let me in! Please- I don’t think it is supposed to hurt this bad…” Tears sprang to his eyes, “come on Professor... three minutes that’s all.”
Nothing. He pounded on the door again, louder now. He was desperate for something, but he dared not go to Pomfrey. She’d see his bruises, questions would be asked, he’d have no choice but to tell, Lupin would be found out and it would be out of his control. “Lupin, I can’t go to the hospital wing! Open the door or I’ll tell!” he threatened, but still, Lupin did not open the door.
It was still dreadfully silent. And the tears started down Draco’s face, Lupin hated crying, maybe it would flush him out, “Professor, don’t make me get you sacked for this- please.” The tears were apparent in his voice.
And yet the door still did not open, leaving Draco stranded out in the corridor. How could Lupin do this to him? Cause him so much pain and then completely ignore him. The guy was a bastard and Draco should tell, but at the same time, the thought of anyone knowing made him feel nauseous.
He banged on the door once more, debating on weather or not he should try and unlock the door with his wand.
“Oy, Malfoy!” A voice echoed down the corridor and upon looking in that direction Draco could see the freckled faced red head better known as Weasley.
Draco glared, “Stick to your own business blood traitor.”
“What are you doing? You can’t go in there.” Weasley approached, giving Draco a dirty look.
“And I’m supposed to listen to you, why?” Draco asked, wiping his eyes.
“Because,” Weasley replied weakly and Draco sneered.
Draco attempted to play off the pain, show no weakness to the ingrate before him, but it was difficult. “Just scurry back to your burrow Weasel let the big kids handle this.”
“Handle what? What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry about it, go away moron.” He snarled and returned to banging on the door.
“Are you trying to find Professor Lupin?” Weasley asked, “You know it’s a full moon tonight, right? He won’t come out for anything.”
“I’m well aware of that.” He snarled threw his teeth, he couldn’t hold back the painful gasp. “Damn it…”
“What’s wrong with you? Aside from you being a complete git.” He smirked proud of his insult.
“I have an annoying prick bothering me that’s what.” He snarled, “Would you leave if I gave you some money? God knows you need it.”
Weasley glared at Draco, “I don’t need your money,” he spat.
“Well you need someone’s money.” Draco replied smoothly, “Don’t be rude to those kind enough to offer.”
“I can report you to Dumbledore.” Weasley crossed his arms, “Or you could tell me why you’re all the way up here past curfew.”
“It’s too complicated of a subject for you, and I don’t feel like losing brain cells trying to dumb it down for you.” Draco mumbled, returning to beating on the door, he could feel blood running down his legs, making him uneasy.
“You seem dumb enough as it is, banging on the classroom door when you know Rem-Professor Lupin won’t answer.”
“Oh just go suck Potter off, you prick.” Draco snarled.
Weasley turned red in the face, either from embarrassment or from anger, Draco didn’t know, nor would he allow his thoughts to ponder further on the context. “Shut up!” was all Weasley could cleverly reply with.
“Go away and stop wasting my time.” Draco grunted, white spots showing in his vision, the pain throbbing.
“Not until you tell me what you’re doing, Malfoy.”
Draco was running out of ideas, and was getting tired. He just wanted the pain to stop, that’s all he wanted, well that and maybe another kiss would be nice- Draco shook his mind clear, how could he think like that? “Then tuck in Weasley its going to be a long night.”
“You can’t stay here all night, Malfoy.” Weasley retorted. God his responses were weak. He couldn’t come back with an insult if the conversation had been written out word for word and handed to him on a piece of parchment he simply had to read.
Draco leaned against the door for support, “Are you going to make me leave?” He chuckled.
Weasley’s face only got redder and he pulled out his wand, pointing it at Draco. “I just might,”
“Yeah, you and what army, are you going to go fetch Potter and Granger and come and ‘defeat’ me like you did the Dark Lord?” He groaned his laugh this time.
The groan didn’t go unnoticed this time. “Malfoy, are you in pain?” Weasley sounded eager. If he found out anything that would embarrass Draco the news would go straight to Potter and Granger and the stupid Gryffindors would all have a great time laughing at his displeasure.
Draco’s eyes shot up darkly, “No” he snapped, Weasley couldn’t find out he was in pain, surely someone he would tell would put two and two together and figure out what had happened. “I’m frustrated at the fact you won’t go away, you’re as obnoxious as a house elf, an undisciplined house elf.” He growled the last part.
Weasley couldn’t come up with a good response quick enough so he only shouted, “I’m not a house elf! Listen Malfoy, you have no business being here and you are going to leave right now or I’ll go find McGonagall and she’ll get rid of you.”
“You don’t have enough balls for that,” Draco sneered, but his stomach twisted, if he really did go to McGonagall he would have no choice but to tell her the truth, but he called bluff anyway.
“I do too!” Weasley shouted, “I’ll leave right now.” But he was bluffing too. Draco could tell.
“Then go, I won’t miss you.”
“Fine,” Weasley turned and left, but Draco wasn’t fooled, he went in the direction opposite of McGonagall’s office.
Draco chuckled to himself, and wanted to shout, ‘You’re headed the wrong way! Do I need to draw you a map?’ But instead it was less energy to just think it. The moment Weasley was out of sight the overwhelming pain returned. He no longer had any distraction.
He fell to his knees, his head pressed firmly against the door and the tears sprang from his eyes violently. His attempt to stay silent failed, but he wasn’t as loud as he thought he was. He was caught, he knew it, Lupin would get sacked and his reputation would be in ruins.
The white spots grew in his vision, even with his eyes shut and he only got weaker, until suddenly, consciousness was gone.
Author: SecretlyPadfoot/MuddyDoggie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10,388
Pairing: Remus/Draco
Category/Warnings: Underage sex, 'rape', crying Draco, buttsex
A/N: My wife and I are trying out a new pairing and writing this story together. It's a three parter, so here is the first.
‘A binding charm is used to constrict… no that’s not right… to contain an opponent in a… by using... chains or ropes…’ Draco’s mind attempted to work on his defense against the dark arts paper, but he couldn’t. Nothing sounded right on parchment, and he was getting more and more discouraged as he continued to fail at the pitiful paper.
He looked up and glared at the defense teacher. How the hell Lupin managed to stay defense professor bewildered everyone, but here he was, handing out stupid useless assignments that had nothing to do with anything. Busywork, that’s all it was.
Draco’s eyes looked back to his parchment; the pathetic first paragraph was a joke. It could have easily been written by a first year. His lip twitched and he violently snatched up his parchment and crumpled it into a ball, throwing it in the direction of the waste bin with a loud groan of displeasure. “I hate this bloody assignment!” he yelled, standing up, “This is seriously a waste of time, how do you learn magic by writing?! You don’t! Nobody has ever warded off anything with a paper about binding spells!” and with that he crossed his arms and plopped back into his chair, the classic Malfoy pout on his lips.
Everyone was staring, but not all of them at Draco. Professor Lupin was also caught in the glance. Whereas most Professors would be red faced and fuming at the boy’s outburst, Lupin remained oddly calm, and in fact didn’t look up from his paper.
“You know that’s detention Mr. Malfoy, correct?” The Professor spoke dryly, his eyes still skimming the previous classes quizzes. Draco only rolled his eyes as the bell rang for the last class of the day. “Malfoy please come up here.” Lupin spoke and Draco sneered, his friends all snickering and waving as they left the room.
Draco walked up to the desk with a strut, “Yes dog breath?” He smirked, that had just slipped off of his tongue but he was rather proud of the new name to call Lupin.
The Professor on the other hand, wasn’t amused and looked up at the fifteen year old. “Do you have a problem with me Mr. Malfoy or is it the fact that you aren’t quite mature enough to hold an intelligent conversation, let alone write an essay that forces you to concentrate even in the slightest?”
Draco paused, he was taken off guard, and the professor’s deep brown eyes locked in his gray steel ones, nearly causing him to sweat. The pause wasn’t long, but long enough to show that Draco didn’t have a comeback. “I think you’re a piss poor example of a defense teacher. That’s all.” That was the best he had.
“You know if you keep this up I can take you out of the next quidditch match.” Lupin challenged.
“You wouldn’t dare Lupin. I could have you fired in a snap.” Draco snarled.
Lupin looked back to his papers as he spoke, “You’ve already explained your distaste for me, yet here I am, still teaching.” He looked back up, “And there you stand with no less than a weeks worth of detentions.”
“A weeks worth?” Draco glared the legendary Malfoy glare before continuing, “I find that highly unlikely, Lupin.”
“And why is that Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco leaned over the desk with a cold smile, “Because you’re weak. And I know a little secret that you don’t want anyone to know.” He laughed lightly.
The professor looked at Draco, intrigued, “And what is that, that I have lycanthropy?”
Draco once again had to think for a second before realizing that that meant werewolf. “No, you cocksucker- I mean-” Draco kicked himself on the inside, he wanted to let it out in a slicker way than that, “I know you’re a fag.”
Lupin faltered, his face losing some color and he stared at Draco intensely. “You know?”
Draco was completely taken off guard, he had only been bluffing, yet he somehow managed to recover quickly. “Yes I know,” he replied snidely, “and I’m not too opposed to letting everyone else in on the news.”
They stared at one another for a long moment, Draco holding his face in a threatening stance, as his professor continued to study him. Then Lupin gave a little sigh and sat back relaxing in his chair. “And where exactly are these accusations coming from, Mr. Malfoy? I assure you, Professor Snape isn’t too well informed on my personal life as he may think.”
Draco was quicker with a response on this one, “I observed it for myself.” He smiled coyly, he felt as if he was back in control of the situation again. “I’ve seen you eye Boot in class, and Wood at the quidditch matches. Have a thing for students, eh?”
Lupin’s lips quirked up, but he managed to keep a straight face. “You amuse me, Mr. Malfoy. See, the way I see it, one can only truly spot a homosexual by being one themselves. Do you have something to hide, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco hadn’t thought about it really but of course he blurted out a response he hadn’t fully thought out, “It’s the argyle. I mean, why would anyone ever wear argyle if they wanted to attract a cunt? You wear it every day.” He had no idea why his mouth was no longer listening to his head, and it was beginning to scare him. For once he actually wanted out of the conversation.
“Language, Malfoy,” Lupin warned sternly. He had noticed Draco’s panic so he pressed further, “That’ll be another detention. You might want to stop now, Mr. Malfoy if you want to avoid any more of your secrets being revealed.”
“I have no secrets Lupin.” He snarled, but the weakness was showing, “when and where will these detentions take place?”
“Here, in my classroom every night at 7:00.”
Draco’s heart skipped a beat and he choked out the next sentence, instead of the sly smooth way he should have stated it, “Want me all to yourself when everyone’s headed to the common rooms?”
The defense teacher chortled, “You’ll serve your detentions, Mr. Malfoy or the Slytherin Quidditch team will be missing a seeker.”
Draco glared now, “At 7 then…”
“That includes tonight,” Lupin went back to correcting papers. “You may leave.”
Draco scowled, and left promptly, usually he would have gotten the last word in but in this case he didn’t want to be defeated again. Somehow Lupin was able to beat him at words lately, and he didn’t like it.
He headed towards the Slytherin common room, seeing as his last class was a free period; he figured the best way to clear his head of what just happened was to take a nap. Maybe he was just stumped because he wasn’t sleeping well. Yes, that was it.
The door to his dorm swung open effortlessly as he entered his private room. He closed and locked it behind him, not wanting anyone to disturb him in his apparently few hours he got to himself.
He stripped his robes off, a huge yawn escaping him as he crawled into his bed half nude, wearing only his black briefs.
He closed his eyes as he got comfortable, though his mind wasn’t allowing him to relax in the slightest. It was stuck on one thing, Lupin. This fact angered Draco, how could that man even begin to assume that he, the Malfoy’s only son, be gay. It was preposterous. Anyway, Draco hadn’t even noticed that Lupin was ‘gay’; it was all a bluff… right?
He flopped over his mind still racing, what if it wasn’t a bluff? What if he really had seen Lupin checking out those boys? He didn’t even deny it when he brought it up. But then again, neither had he when Lupin had made his own accusation.
Draco tried to think back, had he really seen him check out students? Or was it just his subconscious telling him that it was true because it’s what he was thinking about? No, that didn’t make sense.
Draco’s mind continued to think and it took longer than he would have liked but he did manage to go to sleep.
The few hours of freedom passed quickly, and next thing Draco knew he was headed back up the stairs and towards the defense classroom, where his worthy adversary would be waiting to make the rest of the day a living nightmare.
The only thing running through the teenagers mind as he opened the door was the fact he was glad he got a few hours of rest before facing off with the professor again. He would surely be able to contest with the man being better rested.
“I’m here, its 7, what do you want me to do?” Draco clicked his teeth as he trudged between the tables towards the professor’s desk; a very tired and annoyed Lupin looking up at him as he spoke.
"Evening, Mr. Malfoy,” Lupin said, indicating to the desk in front of him. “Sit down; you’ll be working on your essay you failed to complete in class.”
Draco rolled his eyes and flopped into the chair behind the desk, “And what if I don’t?”
“Then I presume you’re prepared to spend the entire evening here,” Lupin answered smoothly, “When you’ve finished, I have more work for you complete.”
Draco sneered, “You can’t keep me here all night fag. I’ll report you.” He put his feet up on the desk.
“On the contrary, Mr. Malfoy,” Lupin didn’t even look at Draco as he stood up from his desk and walked across the classroom to his cabinets. “I can keep you as long as I’d like as long as you make it back before curfew. It’s all up to you as to how long you stay.” His back was turned to Draco as he went about his own business. “And until you finish the work I set for you, you’ll continue these detentions.”
Draco moaned and put his feet back down, there was no way to get out of work- or maybe. He pulled out his book and a roll of parchment, beginning to write a ‘paper’, but was actually writing a journal entry from his ‘prison’.
‘Day One,
My captivity here in defense-kaban is horrific; they have me guarded by their queerest dementor to guard me. How long I will be stuck here is on my own terms, until I bust out…’
Lupin returned to his desk carrying a large stack of papers, slamming them down. There had to be at least 500 pieces of parchment. He then walked around his desk and sat back down with a sigh.
‘..It won’t be easy but it would defiantly be... be...’
Draco moaned, he couldn’t even think enough to slack off. He looked up to Lupin who was busy in his papers, “Lupin, your going bald.” He snickered, getting a good shot at the top of his head. “You have someone pulling it out for you, or do you do that yourself?”
“Professor Lupin, Mr. Malfoy,” he responded, ignoring Malfoy’s attempt to rile him up. It didn’t even seem as if he cared.
“You hardly count as a professor; technically you’re not even human anymore.” Draco smirked.
“If you view it like that, I technically haven’t been human since I was five then, wouldn’t you say?” He was annoyed, and his words were a warning.
“Then how are you a professor? Half of this crap you give us is busy work,” Draco suddenly got a spark of inspiration, “Did your boyfriend dump you?” He taunted.
Lupin looked up at him sharply, “You’re only making this worse for yourself, Mr. Malfoy. Curfew isn’t until 11:00.”
“Oh hit a soft spot, did I?”
Lupin sighed heavily, standing up he picked up the large pile of parchment and dumped it onto Draco’s desk. “You’ll finish that essay, and correct and file all these papers. You won’t be leaving until you’ve finished.”
“It won’t be done before curfew, and I seem to have developed a case of writers block.” Draco’s white teeth gleamed at the annoyance in Lupin’s sigh.
“I’ll escort you to your common rooms myself,”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Draco’s eyebrow twitched.
Lupin slammed his hands down on Malfoy’s desk, leaning forward and glaring darkly at his student, “Do you really want to be here all night Malfoy? Because you do realize that you are in control of how late you actually stay here. Perhaps you don’t want to leave. I can only guess as to what is motivating you.”
Draco jumped at the sudden explosion of aggression. “I-I-I have writers block.” He defended, which wasn’t really a lie, but he didn’t want to admit he was a terrible writer.
“You can make your excuses, but you’re staying here until finished. Get started, Mr. Malfoy. I want the first paragraph done, by the time I get back.”
“Heading off to wank I see? Do I need to send a picture of myself along for you to get off by?” Draco held back his laughter and managed to keep his seductive tone.
“Is that what you’re hoping for, Mr. Malfoy?” Lupin raised an eyebrow, “Is that why you’ve been slacking off on your work and getting yourself in detentions? You believe you can seduce me?”
His jaw suddenly dropped, his eyes wide with horror, only indistinguishable noises coming from his throat as he attempted to talk.
“Sorry to bring about disappointment, Mr. Malfoy, but I am your professor and you are my student. I think it best if you leave, I’ll talk to McGonagall and discuss the remainder of your detentions.”
Draco’s eyebrow rose, “So- you do have a thing for- I-” he suddenly got extremely uncomfortable.
“That’ll be all Mr. Malfoy,” Lupin said sternly and he left without another word, leaving Draco alone in the classroom.
“But- But-” Draco stuttered, dashing out of his chair and after the aggravated staff member, “You didn’t answer my question!”
Lupin was walking fast, ignoring Draco as the boy tried to stop him. It was fortunate that the halls were vacant of students and staff.
“So I was right!” Draco shouted finally, his words echoing down the hallway and his hands twitched as he stood in the middle of the hall, now wondering why the hell he had followed Lupin when he could be back in the common room shagging some whore right now.
Lupin turned around, stopping Draco in his tracks, and in three quick steps had Draco backed up against the wall. “Mr. Malfoy, you’re a smart student, remarkable when you really try and you are quick at picking things up. Be that as it may, there are rules that I must fallow, and I am not going to risk my job or going to Azkaban.”
Lupin stepped back, letting Draco take in what was just said.
He nearly messed his robes in that instant, breathing hard, he couldn’t admit that he was just messing with the professor’s head; that would be humiliating. But he really wasn’t trying to get in Lupin’s pants. “Sir I - I just wanted to know if what I asked was true. If I wanted to seduce you it wouldn’t have been this drawn out.” Draco panted hard, before realizing what he said and frowning at himself for saying it, he didn’t intend to make it sound like he ever would consider seducing him, or any guy.
“It is true,” the werewolf admitted, “and I would appreciate it if you would keep it private. Teacher’s personal lives are supposed to stay that way: Personal.”
Draco nodded, swallowing hard, “So- so tomorrow at 7:00?” He now just wanted out of the situation, his legs were shaking. The werewolf was defiantly able to strike the fear of God into people, and Draco was not immune.
“I’ll send you a note with instructions,” Lupin said and began to walk away, at the end of the hallway he turned around, “That essay is still due, by next class.”
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Draco sat in the defense classroom, his essay complete in front of him, well as complete as it was going to get. He had run back to the classroom after the insistent in the hall and stolen bits and pieces of the previous year’s essays. He had calmed down, now he knew Lupin’s secret and he didn’t need to try and get more info out of him; though he wasn’t quite sure if he really should begin to harass him again, so he was just going to wait it out, trying to think of an exit strategy if he needed it.
As the bell rang for the start of class Professor Lupin stood up from behind his desk, allowing the 5th years to continue to chat as he went around the classroom, passing back yesterday’s assignment, as he passed Draco’s desk, he placed a folded piece of parchment and continued to go about passing out essays.
Draco opened it, reading it to himself,
Tonight at 7:00 your detentions will continue with me, here in the Defense classroom.
Draco’s heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at Lupin who was still passing out papers. The hand writing looked angry- did it? Was it just his mind tricking him? How in the hell does writing look angry?
His mind raced as he couldn’t imagine the rage welling up inside that werewolf; the werewolf that he had forced to tell his deepest secret.
In fact his mind was on that all day, up in till he stepped foot into the classroom at 7 that night. “I’m here for detention...” He announced cautiously as he gripped his wand, ready to be jumped immediately and probably wolf gang raped.
Lupin was sitting behind his desk as was usual, he pointed to the seat in front of him and Draco sat. He waited for instruction, but Lupin said nothing. He didn’t even look at Draco, or give instructions. There weren’t even papers out for him to grade.
“I turned in my essay…”
Lupin just held out a piece of parchment, Draco took it. It was his essay, and it had a large P on it for Poor.
“Poor? You gave me a poor on this? I was up all night with this bloody thing!” Draco fumed, his efforts at a quick pass failing miserably.
“I gave it a more then generous grade Mr. Malfoy.” Professor Lupin replied, “You see most cases of plagiarism lead to an immediate expulsion.”
“You’re blaming me of plagiarizing? Hell it’s not my fault I got a strike of inspiration at two in the morning. I am highly insulted by your accusation.” Draco lied, his dramatic skills shining like a beacon, but by an astonishing feat Lupin wasn’t convinced.
“If you really had worked that hard on it you would not have used the essays from before I began teaching here. I read your essays, in fact all six of them, only last year. Therefore I think a poor is way more credit than you deserve.” Draco was about to open his mouth before Lupin cut him off again, “Now would you like to sit and re-write it, or shall we discuss all of your other essays I’ve let slide over the last three years?”
Had it been any other teacher he probably would have continued to argue, but he instead began to work on his essay, and Lupin returned to his papers. There was at least an hour of silence, Draco completely stumped at his paper, and the professor vaguely watching him.
At 8:30 Lupin stood up to look over Draco’s shoulder to see how the paper was coming along, it was blank. “Something the matter Mr. Malfoy, or do you just enjoy spending time with me?” Lupin smirked, beginning to relax enough to harass the kid again.
“I wasn’t bluffing when I said I had writer’s block.” Draco mumbled darkly in reply.
“Do you even know how to write an essay?” Lupin pressed.
“Of course I do! I wouldn’t be a fifth year had I not known how to write a bloody essay!” Draco barked just before a huge stack of papers landed on his desk. “What? I’m assuming I won’t be aloud to go until I finish this essay and grade all of those?”
“No those are already graded.” Lupin returned to his desk.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Then what in the hell do you want me to do with them, ‘dog-breath’.”
The professor’s eyes narrowed, “Just for that you’ll have to re write each and every one of them.” He ordered, “And your detentions won’t be over until they are all completed.”
“Oh that’s a load of bull shit!” Draco stood, sending all of the papers flying, “I’m not going to re-write everyone’s paper on binding spells!” He snapped.
Lupin couldn’t help but chuckle, “You think I’d hand you the papers I just finished grading to re-write?” He watched the boy for a second before continuing, “No, these are your Transfiguration, History, Charms, and Defense essays from the last two years.”
Draco’s face burned with rage, “There is no way you can get away with forcing me to re-write all of those papers! We’ll see what my father has to say about this.”
“Mr. Malfoy your father was already contacted about the situation. It was explained to him and given the preference of this or having you expelled, he decided that this would be less humiliating. So if you would like to contact him about it, you are more than welcome.” Lupin raised his brow in question, as if asking for Draco to challenge him.
Draco only glared and began to pick up the papers he had knocked on the floor. He didn’t entirely believe what the professor had said, but he was done. This meant war.
The rest of the night was spent in complete and utter silence. Only Draco's quill scraping against the parchment and Lupin’s slow foot steps on the stone floor made noise. Every now and then Lupin would lean over Draco's shoulder, uncomfortably close, and point out a flaw in the essay. At first Draco passed it of as merely an over reaction of himself. But after the third time he knew it was just to piss him off.
“Its 10:45 Mr. Malfoy, I assume you have time to reach your dormitory before curfew, or shall I escort you?” Lupin asked, his face looking exhausted, but satisfied.
“I think I can manage.” Draco grumbled on his way out of the classroom, heading straight to bed. He had to come up with a plan to counter Lupin’s awkward attack, but how?
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Draco was once again in detention, at his desk, now re-writing a charms paper about the dangers of using broken wands. He was waiting for his chance to use his new trick to mess with the professor; he just had to wait for the right moment.
Lupin seemed to be more on edge then usual, but a simple look out the window would explain why. The full moon was only a day away, thus resulting in Lupin’s irritation and the dark circles around his eyes. He was busying himself with preparation for the next week’s lesson plans, ignoring Draco completely.
Draco was getting irritated himself; he couldn’t annoy the professor if the professor wasn’t paying attention to him. “Err Lupin- can you read this over, I don’t know if it sounds right.” He lied, well kind of. Nothing he wrote ever sounded right but that wasn’t the problem.
Lupin sighed and came over behind him, leaning over Draco’s shoulder and skimming the essay.
Draco breathed in deeply, pretending to smell the professor fondly. A smile crossed over the student’s face, the boredom of being ignored being refilled with the satisfaction of being a complete ass wipe.
Lupin froze, not seeming to breathe. Suddenly he pulled away and he was glaring at Draco. “Mr. Malfoy, I have warned you. Get out.”
“Why? For breathing, Jesus, you’re jumpy Lupin.” Draco chuckled, but the scent of Lupin was stuck in his nose, it wasn’t awful, just a little awkward. Mostly because Draco liked it, he had never smelt it before, no way would he admit that’s what he was doing, he couldn’t mess with the professor if he wasn’t in the room.
“Do I look like I want to hear you’re cheek?” There was an edge to his voice, he was practically growling. “I told you that nothing would happen and nothing will.”
“Good because I don’t want anything to happen! I thought I made it clear I’m straight. Not my fault you think I’m sexy.” Draco snickered, continuing to wonder what the hell made him like how Lupin smelled.
“Funny, I don’t remember you claiming to be straight. This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
“Well I am.” His mind was still busy as he spoke.
“For someone who doesn’t want anything to happen, you make a poor show of convincing me otherwise.”
“What the hell kinds of cologne do you queers wear? It’s stuck in my nose.” Draco asked suddenly.
There literally was a growl that escaped Lupin and he slammed his hands down on the desk. “You’re complaining about how I smell, are you? When you come in here every night, the smell of arousal all around you.”
Draco was confused, he had gotten used to the aggression but what he had said just didn’t make sense, “Wait, what?”
“Every night, Mr. Malfoy,” Lupin continued, “You sit down at your desk and with one look at me I am overwhelmed with the smell of arousal.”
“Should I shower more?” He sniffed himself, visibly concerned, “I don’t smell anything.”
Lupin laughed aloud, “Oh good Lord, you’re 15 years old, Mr. Malfoy, surely you know what I’m insinuating.” He looked Draco over once, “But this only proves my point more. You’re young with a simple crush. It’ll fade.”
“I don’t have a crush on you! Really I don’t.” But his words were spoken too soon; his nose was still full of Lupin’s scent, and beginning to give him a hard on. “You know what, I’m out of here.” Draco snapped heading to the door quickly. He stopped though, he could feel Lupin’s eyes on him and his blood raced, he couldn’t explain why but Draco didn’t want to leave, actually it was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment.
“It’s so strong now…” Lupin’s voice was low, almost pained. “That arousal…”
Draco couldn’t turn around, he couldn’t move, his voice cracked as he spoke, “No its not…”
There was no response, the silence seeming to drag on for several minutes, when in reality, it was only a few seconds before Lupin spoke again. “It’s best you go now, Mr. Malfoy.”
“I… I can’t.” He half laughed uncomfortably, his feet seemed to be glued to the floor, and he got even harder, beginning to sweat. He felt so trapped, so vulnerable; he slowly looked over his shoulder at his professor, the fear in his eyes.
Lupin was staring at him; his eyes were dark and full of something Draco didn’t recognize. It struck fear in him, but it also caused the blood in his veins to pulse faster and harder. He didn’t know how it had happened so quickly. How he had got so hard with no contact to his skin. It wasn’t normal for him and he wasn’t sure if he liked it.
Draco tried to speak again, “Lupin...” His body began to shake, and now he really wished he had just left.
“Leave,” he growled in response. It came out so cross and venomously that Draco had to look at him again to make sure it really was his professor. It was then that he noticed the tent that had formed in the front of the professor’s robes and the rise and fall of his chest as he tried to control himself. Had it not been so close to the full moon, Draco was almost sure that this would be playing out in a completely different manner. He didn’t know much about werewolves and how their instincts worked near the full moon aside from the fact that they became extremely cranky.
“P-Professor I can’t.” Draco spoke again, the terror welling up in his eyes and nearly crying, he knew he was dead.
“Fuck-” the professor swore shocking himself and Draco. “Damn it, Malfoy, just get out of here- Now!” And then Draco understood. Lupin was losing control; the werewolf was struggling to get out.
Draco’s withheld tears found their way to his cheeks and he took a slow hesitant step towards the door. The look on Lupin’s face, the growl in his voice, made him weak in the knees, he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t leave, he wanted to stay, he wanted ripped to shreds.
“Oh shit- you’re crying,” Lupin was across the room in less then a second, examining Draco’s face as the tears fell. “I hate crying,”
“You’re terrifying.” Draco tried to laugh, but it still came out like a wounded animal. He breathed deep, his nose once again taking in the aggravated werewolf’s scent. He stepped closer to Lupin; it seemed easier to step closer than away.
The werewolf breathed in deeply, his eyes closed and he let his breath out slowly. “This isn’t good.”
“I have no intention of leaving.” Draco whimpered; his eyes now cast to the floor, “For some reason I want to stay…”
“I can lose my job. I’ll be sent to Azkaban.” He looked directly into Draco’s eyes. The tears had stopped much to the relief of both men. “You’re not worth it…”
“I won’t tell…” Draco spoke, the hint of hope in his voice.
In one step, Lupin pinned Draco up against the door, his breath was hot on Draco’s pale skin, he was leaning in, ever so slowly, bringing them closer and closer, their lips brushing up against one another as Lupin was just to pull him into a kiss…
Draco moaned his mind was gone; he no longer had control of how he behaved. His cock was so hard he couldn’t stand it; he gripped his professor’s robes, pulling him closer.
Their lips met, and there was no hope for them any longer, the situation had spiraled out of control and now… Well, Lupin could only hope that Draco would really keep this all to himself.
“God damn it Lupin...” Draco swore, breathing hard, “don’t hold back.”
Lupin growled at him, and kissed Draco fiercely, biting the boy’s lips and dominating his mouth with his tongue. He pressed himself closer and Draco felt the large bulge in Lupin’s pants, making him wonder how long it had really been there.
Draco shook, adrenaline rushing thru his veins, his hands ran down his pants, and his long pale fingers hooked into Lupin’s belt loop. His hands so close to Lupin’s cock.
Lupin broke the kiss only to press their bodies closer and his teeth were nipping at Draco’s jaw and neck, his hands pulling Draco’s robes apart and gripping him tightly, sure to bruise the soft skin.
Draco’s eyes closed, a moan escaping his lips. His hands now working at pulling any clothing he could grab off of his person, and off of Lupin. He needed more.
Lupin suddenly grabbed Draco’s hands, stopping his movement. Draco’s robe was already discarded on the floor and he was working on unbuckling Lupin’s belt. He looked up at his professor confused, afraid he had done something wrong.
“You’re getting carried away,” he said breathlessly, but the edge was still there.
Draco was about to protest, there was no way that he would allow Lupin to stop now. Not when he was kissing him like that. Not when Lupin’s hands gripped his body so tightly as if afraid he was going to make a break for it. However, before he could so much as get a word out, Lupin was dragging him back up the aisle and towards the stairs that led to Lupin’s private office and sleeping quarters.
Draco couldn’t help but smirk, he hadn’t expected that. He struggled playfully, enjoying the fight way to much. He looked back to see his robe on the floor and protested, “We can’t leave my robe on the floor! It’s worth 200 galleons!”
“I suggest you leave the robe,” Lupin pulled on him harder. When Draco stopped, refusing to go up the steps, Lupin growled and picked Draco up, causing him to let out a very un Malfoyish squeak as he was carried up the five or six steps and into the office.
Lupin dropped him and he fell to the floor ungraciously as Lupin slammed the door and locked it, then took out his wand and put more enchantments on it. Probably to ensure he doesn’t get caught, Draco thought.
Draco looked up at the man from the floor. He could see the glint of sweat beading down Lupin’s neck. He blinked hard, his body slowly beginning to ache from being tossed around; he was no longer playing, now Draco was scared. “Are you going to kill me?” He squeaked.
Lupin’s face suddenly changed, no longer so fierce, but now concerned. “You think I want to kill you?”
“I- I don’t know-” Draco stuttered, his eyes stuck on the professor’s face. He had never dealt with werewolves. He had never even dealt with a real wolf- or any one throwing him around. He imagined that Lupin was planning to rape him to death and then devour him like in all the legends. “Why not?”
Lupin let out a sort of chuckle. “I’m risking enough already Malfoy, murder would be the last thing I want to do.” He gave Draco a once over, “Perhaps you should go, you don’t seem to be able to comprehend what is going on, and I could not allow myself to take advantage of you. Werewolf or not, I have my morals.”
“Ah fuck no, Lupin.” Draco spat, anger welling up behind his eyes, “You already got me here, you got me all horny and you are going to do something about it! I’m not leaving!”
“You are so immature,” Lupin murmured, reaching down to pull Draco up by his Slytherin tie. “Do you know why I avoid teaching the class about werewolves, Mr. Malfoy? There are several things about myself that I would like to avoid my students from learning.”
Draco smirked, his arousal increasing. “Do I get a special lesson?” He laughed lightly.
Yanking on his tie, Lupin pulled Draco up against him, once again Draco felt Lupin’s erection and it made him moan. Lupin lowered his lips to begin nibbling on Draco’s ear, breathing in the boy’s scent, “Werewolves have a high sex drive, Malfoy. I can only stay in control so much longer.”
Draco’s body shook with anticipation, “I told you not to hold back Lupin-”
“Do you think you could handle it, Draco?” Lupin’s teeth were grazing down Draco’s neck. “You start crying the moment I show aggression.”
“Tears stop after the anticipation is gone.” He groaned, he couldn’t help rubbing his cock up against Lupin, humping softly.
Lupin groaned loudly, he took a tight hold of Draco’s hips, and pushed him back onto the bed, covering the boy’s body quickly with his own and pressing up against him.
The groan that came from Draco’s mouth sounded anything but dignified. He began nipping at the professor’s ear and neck, wanting so much more.
Lupin’s hands were everywhere on Draco, running up along his sides, his thighs, arms, back, everywhere they could reach. He let out a growl and tore open Draco’s shirt, buttons flying across the room and Lupin grinded against him.
Draco couldn’t help the orgasm that happened; he came all over in his pants, but kept begging for more. He was getting frustrated with the werewolf, for being so uncontrollable he sure took forever to get down to business.
The orgasm went ignored by the werewolf, his mouth attacking Draco’s chest. He had stopped nipping and now began to bite, his teeth marking Draco’s skin wherever they bit. He growled loudly, beginning to get impatient, not even bothering with the buttons of Draco’s pants as he yanked them off.
Draco let out a cry of surprise, his legs now covered in the cum that was originally contained in his genital area. His nimble fingers gripped at the back of his professor’s shirt, his mind wanted him naked; he wanted to feel his skin.
“Fuck…” Lupin ran his hands up Draco’s inner thigh, cupping Draco’s balls and running his thumb up Draco’s length. He let out another growl, and with his free hand worked on undoing his pants.
Draco’s eyes rolled back hard, his cock hard again. He was moaning, loud. The growling that Lupin was doing made him harder, he wanted Lupin. He wasn’t sure how, but he wanted him. His tongue rolled around in his mouth as Lupin worked him.
Lupin kicked off his pants and rocked his hips, he lifted Draco up and Draco felt the hard werewolf cock against his ass.
“Holy crap-” Draco gasped, feeling it against him, “You’re so huge…” He sounded nervous.
“Mmm, yes…” Lupin hummed biting Draco’s neck and shoulders.
Draco’s legs wrapped around Lupin’s waist, and he rubbed his ass up against the hard werewolf cock.
Growling, Lupin pushed himself forward, the head of his cock pressing in past the tight muscles.
Draco screamed, it was huge, and hard, and dry. There was no way he could be in there without ripping his ass in half. Tears rolled down his face from the pain, it hurt so bad, but felt good, it felt right.
“Don’t have anything…” Lupin chocked out, “I’ll go slow…” he pressed in more, but it was far from slow. Suddenly Draco felt as if he was being torn in two and all Lupin did about it was let out some sort of howl.
Tears poured down Draco’s face, he tried to hide them, he didn’t want Lupin to stop. His voice cracked as he continued to scream, “Lupin- Professor-”
“Fuck, you’re tight…” Lupin moaned, as he began to thrust his hips, taking himself deeper into Draco’s dry ass.
Draco came again, his cum now getting all over Lupin’s shirt, the one thing Draco could desperately cling to in his pain. His head was pressed against Lupin’s shoulder, sweat and tears soaking into the man’s shirt. He couldn’t stop screaming, he liked it, but oh God it hurt. Every time he came he thought he was going to die. “Lupp-p-i.” He screamed, trying to get him to use something besides blood for lube.
Lupin grunted and grabbed Draco’s thighs and pulled them up over his shoulders, Draco’s feet now suspended in the air, and Lupin only got in further, and then with another thrust he hit something deep inside Draco that made him scream even more.
“Lupin!” Draco screamed, the tears no longer able to pour, he was getting dehydrated. His mouth was dry, his eyes burned, and his ass throbbed around the older man’s hard cock.
“Prostate,” Lupin breathed, holding Draco close to him as he hit it again and Draco cried out once more.
He came so hard, over and over, spurting out all he had left. He panted, white spots showing in his vision. “Fuuuck.” He groaned loudly.
“Shit-” Lupin suddenly pulled away, Draco’s legs dropping to the bed with a thump and hot cum sprayed all over Draco’s stomach.
Draco shook his head, sitting up half way, his eyes trying their damnedest to focus. “What? What’s wrong?” He whimpered, not sure what was going on.
“I can’t cum in you, Draco,” Lupin panted, “I can’t mark you like that.”
“Did you?” He asked his mind completely fogged.
“No,” he ran a hand over his face. “Let me look you over, see if I marked your shoulder or neck.” Draco might have been unable to think straight, but he could see the regret beginning to show on Lupin’s face.
“Hey, why cant you? Hell we’ve already started- why stop now?” He asked, his mind clearing, his whole body aching. “Lupin I’m not leaving if you’re still hard.”
“It would mark you, and you’d be prey for other werewolves to claim. I’d have to bite you, leaving the mark that would claim you as mine. Which, I can’t do, Malfoy.”
Draco groaned, he liked the sound of Lupin marking him, the dominance. He sat up and crawled toward the werewolf, his ass killing him, “You said you couldn’t fuck me either and yet- look.”
“It’s dangerous, Malfoy.” Lupin stood, pulling off his shirt covered in cum and went over to his trunk, pulling out a pair of gray stripped pajama bottoms, tossing them at Draco. “You’ll want to stay here for the night.”
“Why would I want to stay?”
“You smell and it’s past curfew.” Lupin dug through his discarded clothes, finding his wand and quickly cleaned up the mess. “You can take the bed,”
Draco tried to get up and stand, but he had to double over, the pain overwhelming him. “Lupin- does it always hurt like this?”
“I’m sorry about that.” Lupin confessed, “I told you I would get carried away. Had I been in the right mind I would have used a spell since I don’t have any lube. Nor did I prep you, which only adds to the pain.”
“Oh… well that’s nice to know...” he breathed hard, “can you do something about it now?”
“You’re really whiney,” Lupin pulled another pair of pajama bottoms on and taking his wand he left the room, the door clicking behind him.
Draco groaned, falling on the floor, he would have healed himself had his wand not been in his robes in the classroom. “Professor?” He groaned, the tears returning and he crawled to the bed, pain shooting throughout his entire body.
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The next morning, Draco woke up, groaning in pain as Lupin shook his shoulder. “Sorry, Mr. Malfoy, it’s 5:30, I need to take you back to your quarters before everyone starts to wake up.”
Draco could only look at his professor; any movement sent a spasm of pain shooting throughout his body to all his nerve endings. His ass was in tremendous pain and he couldn’t help but cry out as Lupin tried to move him. Dry blood and cum had his skin sticking together uncomfortably and all Lupin was doing about it was trying to push him out of bed.
“Piss off Lupin.” Draco moaned loudly, moaning into a pillow.
“You can’t stay here,” Lupin said the edge to his voice from last night still there. “You have classes to go to and I have a full moon to prepare for.”
“Well unless someone with a wand fixes me up I’m not moving an inch.” Draco groaned, even his eyes burned, so he decided to keep them closed.
“You spoiled little cunt,” Lupin grumbled as he took his wand, pointing it at Draco and with a quick spell Draco’s pain began to fade to a dull ache.
Draco sat up groaning, “You’re the one spoiling me Lupin.” He smirked, looking at Lupin exhaustedly. “What’s got your knickers in a bunch?”
Lupin looked extremely tired, like he hadn’t slept at all that night. He also looked more than annoyed with Draco. “I have no patience for you right now,” he said, “Just get out, your detentions will continue again on Monday.”
“Why Monday?” Draco asked, he sounded pissed off, “You think you give me a once over and we’re done? That’s not how this works Lupin.”
Lupin yanked Draco up off the bed, harshly by his forearm and dragged him across the room to the door, picking up Draco’s robes from the end of the bed and shoving them at the boy. “Don’t be so naive, Mr. Malfoy. The full moon is tonight and I’m going to need a few days to recover.” He pushed Draco out the door and just about closed it on his face before saying, “And this was a once over,” and the door slammed in Draco’s face.
Draco would have yelled something back, but his throat was too dry and instead he decided to go sit at the professor’s desk for a moment, just to rest. But he fell asleep so fast and hard he began talking in his sleep. “Lupin… yeah that’s what I’m talking about… yeah…”
“Malfoy?” A voice came from the door, and jarred Draco awake. “What the hell are you doing here? And not dressed?” The voice asked.
Draco groaned opening his eyes to see Weasley standing there, “Piss off Weasley...” He groaned, attempting to wake up.
“Seriously Malfoy- you look like you were on the bad end of a broken wand.” Weasley examined Draco from afar, the bruises very plane on his pale skin. Draco could hear the excitement in his voice.
Draco shook his head clear and looked at Weasley darkly, “What in the bloody hell compelled you to come here at 6 in the morning?”
“It’s ten.” Weasley corrected, pointing to the clock, “and Hermione made me come fetch her book or something.” He waved the notebook in his hand.
“You’ve got it, now leave.” Draco rubbed his temples with his fingers, his head hurt more then the bruises on his skin which were more than sensitive to the touch.
“Once again why are you naked Malfoy?” Weasley asked, now beginning to chuckle.
“I’m not naked, you prick,” Malfoy stood quickly only to sit back down just as fast when the blood rushed to his head making him dizzy.
“Your pajamas are to big for you- you know that right?” Weasley pointed out, “Well I guess I’ll see you at the quidditch match tonight.”
“That’s next week you moron.” Draco snorted.
Weasley shook his head, “No, it was next week last week.” He laughed, “Wait till Harry hears about this.” He turned to leave, his glee turning into fits of giggles.
“Fuck!” Draco swore, standing up gingerly to put his robes back on, “God Damn it!!” This was going to be a hard day.
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Draco hid in the Slytherin common rooms all day, not even leaving for food. He had taken a shower immediately, the hot water washing away the blood and cum from his tender body, the fresh bruises screaming in protest, but once done, Draco felt better and was able to curl into his bed, the comfort of the warm blankets and mattress lulling him to sleep.
He didn’t know what exactly what was going on with him. Why he had been so compelled to push Lupin to the very edge, and now that he had he couldn’t figure out if he regretted it or not. The bruises and the pain should have been a sure fire sign but at the same time, he wanted that contact again. Lupin had been rough, but it was the night before the full moon and Draco couldn’t help but wonder if it would have been different in other circumstances.
He dreamt of those other circumstances and was in the middle of soft caresses and kisses when he was woken by Mudungus, the quidditch captain, yelling at him to get his sorry ass out of bed and ready for the game against Gryffindor.
“Piss off I’m sick…” Draco moaned, sitting up and the blankets falling off of him, the bruises and bites practically glowing on his exposed skin.
“Sick are you? You look like you got the shit beat out of you.” Mudungus laughed, “You’re still playing, and we need a seeker.” He pulled Draco out of bed and tossed him his uniform.
Draco groaned as he pulled his uniform on, “I didn’t get beat up… I just fucked-” He stopped suddenly realizing what he was saying, “I got beat up.”
“Who was it?” Mudungus inquired, “He’s rough. I didn’t realize you were into that kind of thing, but I guess it makes sense.”
“He? Who the hell said it was a he?” Draco barked, his palms getting sweaty.
“Draco, no offence, but you reek of gay.” He picked up the pajama bottoms that Draco had disregarded when he had changed into his quidditch uniform, “And I know that these do not belong to any girl.”
“Well I’m not and the tailor got the measurements wrong when he measured me.” He explained as he strapped on his shielding.
Mudungus shook his head, “Say what you want, Draco,” he left the room expecting Draco to fallow down to the quidditch pitch for the game.
He did, in fact he sprinted after the captain, “ok, ok,” he chose to go from a different approach, “I got into a devils three way alright? I’m not really that proud of it.”
Mudungus looked over his shoulder at Draco, smirking, “With whom? It couldn’t have been anyone from our house, no one swings that way.”
“They keep it quiet alright? And it was the only way we could fuck Granger alright.” He chuckled at the lie, “and God did we fuck her, she screams like a banshee by the way.”
At this Mudungus looked disgusted, “That ugly mudblood? You’re sick, Malfoy.”
They had made it to the quidditch pitch and the conversation was ended as Slytherin team went straight into talking about strategy and going over all their practices. All too soon it was time to mount their brooms and start the game.
Malfoy sat down on his and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying out in pain. The broomstick put pressure on the very tender area and no matter which way he tried to position himself; the stick was not going to allow any comfort.
It was the most painful, most distracted game ever, and Potter didn’t help. He was up there taunting him and laughing. Draco wanted nothing more than to hurt him.
“So are you sleepwalking or is it just by chance you were naked in the defense classroom?” Potter laughed and Draco glared.
“I wasn’t naked!” He yelled, lifting his head and turning towards his opponent.
“Not what I heard,” Harry flew past Draco on his search for the snitch.
Malfoy glared after him, in too much pain to pursue, he stayed where he was and cast his eyes over the field, watching the game as he did so. Slytherin was winning, taking the possession of the quaffle again and again, bringing up the points. They were now 60-10 and the quaffle was in Slytherin possession again.
Draco glared at the back of Potter’s head, hearing cheers from the Slytherin crowd again. Then he saw him take off, the snitch in Potter’s sight. So Draco did what he always did in this situation, followed Potter as fast as he could.
He was gaining on Potter, leaning forward to make the broom go faster, there was no way he was going to get in front so he did the first thing he thought of, grabbing the end of Harry’s broom and yanking it back.
“What the hell Malfoy?!” Potter yelled, his concentration gone for a split second, but just long enough to lose the snitch. He kicked at Draco, who looked pleased with himself.
“You’re not going to win this time Potter.” Draco snarled, he got a glimpse of it and sped off, but Potter caught back on the trail and chased after it too.
They fought like this for a long time. One would catch sight of the snitch and then the other would break their concentration, allowing the snitch to escape once again. Meanwhile, Slytherin was bringing in all kinds of points. Gryffindor chasers didn’t stand a chance. Point after point was scored in Slytherin’s favor; soon they were up to 120 points, Gryffindor still stuck at 10. Whenever the Gryffindor’s got remotely close to scoring, the Slytherin keeper would block it, putting the quaffle back in Slytherin possession. The only hope for Gryffindor now was if Harry caught the snitch.
Draco had to rest, his ass was killing him and sweat beaded down his face. Keeping up with Potter was hard enough, but with the pain it was impossible. Another cheer rang out for Slytherin, 130 points now. His eyes scanned the area, glancing over at a very lost looking Potter over near the Hufflepuff flag, it was only a matter of time before the snitch would be in his hand, and Draco knew that.
It’d be nice if Draco could catch the snitch, but his best bet would be preventing Potter from getting it before the Slytherin’s reached 180 points. Potter took off again, and Draco sighed as he dived down to Potter to pursue him yet again. Luckily it was easier to cut Potter off this time, just flying directly into Potter’s path and stopping him in his tracks. Just as soon as the snitch had been there, it was gone.
“Your slower today Malfoy-” Potter sneered, pushing Draco out of the way, “Exhausted from taking it all night?” He had to scream over the Slytherin's cheers again, 140.
“Jealous much,” Draco retorted. The game was moving faster now. Potter knew he had to catch that snitch, but if only he could get past Draco. It was then that Draco caught sight of the snitch. It was behind Potter, and Draco made a dive for it, throwing Potter off balance as he sped past him. But Potter was hot on his heels, and they raced for the snitch. The announcer groaned as Slytherin was awarded 160 points. Just twenty more and Draco could let back on Potter.
At this moment Potter dashed forward more, his hand outstretched, reaching for the small golden snitch.
Draco slammed into Potter just enough for him to put his hand down, a bludger zooming over their heads. “Give it up Potter, you’ve lost.”
Potter pushed back, the snitch lost again just as Slytherin scored another 10 points.
“You bloody wanker-” Potter snorted, hearing another 10 points go to Slytherin.
Draco looked down; the Weasley keeper was gone, probably crashed into a goal post. There was no hope for Gryffindor. “Fetch, Potter.” Draco laughed, flying lower.
And then the game was over, Two minutes later Potter caught the snitch, but only to end the game. Slytherin won 180 to 160. Draco landed, a smirk on his face, but inwardly he grimaced, his ass hurt so horribly now. He was sure it had started to bleed.
He didn’t change in the locker room, which was odd for him, but he was tired of making up stories. He tossed his uniform on his bed and got in the shower again, cleaning the sweat from his skin and fair hair.
Once clean he attempted to heal his rear exit with his wand, but nothing seemed to help. The only person that could help him was Lupin.
The charm Lupin had put on him earlier was fading fast now, so Draco made up his mind to get the werewolf to do it again. He’d make sure Lupin would do a better job at it this time too, really healing him instead of just numbing the pain.
Draco made his way up from the dungeons toward the defense room, upon which arriving he found it to be locked. He pounded on the door, but got no response.
“Lupin I know you’re in there! Let me in! Please- I don’t think it is supposed to hurt this bad…” Tears sprang to his eyes, “come on Professor... three minutes that’s all.”
Nothing. He pounded on the door again, louder now. He was desperate for something, but he dared not go to Pomfrey. She’d see his bruises, questions would be asked, he’d have no choice but to tell, Lupin would be found out and it would be out of his control. “Lupin, I can’t go to the hospital wing! Open the door or I’ll tell!” he threatened, but still, Lupin did not open the door.
It was still dreadfully silent. And the tears started down Draco’s face, Lupin hated crying, maybe it would flush him out, “Professor, don’t make me get you sacked for this- please.” The tears were apparent in his voice.
And yet the door still did not open, leaving Draco stranded out in the corridor. How could Lupin do this to him? Cause him so much pain and then completely ignore him. The guy was a bastard and Draco should tell, but at the same time, the thought of anyone knowing made him feel nauseous.
He banged on the door once more, debating on weather or not he should try and unlock the door with his wand.
“Oy, Malfoy!” A voice echoed down the corridor and upon looking in that direction Draco could see the freckled faced red head better known as Weasley.
Draco glared, “Stick to your own business blood traitor.”
“What are you doing? You can’t go in there.” Weasley approached, giving Draco a dirty look.
“And I’m supposed to listen to you, why?” Draco asked, wiping his eyes.
“Because,” Weasley replied weakly and Draco sneered.
Draco attempted to play off the pain, show no weakness to the ingrate before him, but it was difficult. “Just scurry back to your burrow Weasel let the big kids handle this.”
“Handle what? What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry about it, go away moron.” He snarled and returned to banging on the door.
“Are you trying to find Professor Lupin?” Weasley asked, “You know it’s a full moon tonight, right? He won’t come out for anything.”
“I’m well aware of that.” He snarled threw his teeth, he couldn’t hold back the painful gasp. “Damn it…”
“What’s wrong with you? Aside from you being a complete git.” He smirked proud of his insult.
“I have an annoying prick bothering me that’s what.” He snarled, “Would you leave if I gave you some money? God knows you need it.”
Weasley glared at Draco, “I don’t need your money,” he spat.
“Well you need someone’s money.” Draco replied smoothly, “Don’t be rude to those kind enough to offer.”
“I can report you to Dumbledore.” Weasley crossed his arms, “Or you could tell me why you’re all the way up here past curfew.”
“It’s too complicated of a subject for you, and I don’t feel like losing brain cells trying to dumb it down for you.” Draco mumbled, returning to beating on the door, he could feel blood running down his legs, making him uneasy.
“You seem dumb enough as it is, banging on the classroom door when you know Rem-Professor Lupin won’t answer.”
“Oh just go suck Potter off, you prick.” Draco snarled.
Weasley turned red in the face, either from embarrassment or from anger, Draco didn’t know, nor would he allow his thoughts to ponder further on the context. “Shut up!” was all Weasley could cleverly reply with.
“Go away and stop wasting my time.” Draco grunted, white spots showing in his vision, the pain throbbing.
“Not until you tell me what you’re doing, Malfoy.”
Draco was running out of ideas, and was getting tired. He just wanted the pain to stop, that’s all he wanted, well that and maybe another kiss would be nice- Draco shook his mind clear, how could he think like that? “Then tuck in Weasley its going to be a long night.”
“You can’t stay here all night, Malfoy.” Weasley retorted. God his responses were weak. He couldn’t come back with an insult if the conversation had been written out word for word and handed to him on a piece of parchment he simply had to read.
Draco leaned against the door for support, “Are you going to make me leave?” He chuckled.
Weasley’s face only got redder and he pulled out his wand, pointing it at Draco. “I just might,”
“Yeah, you and what army, are you going to go fetch Potter and Granger and come and ‘defeat’ me like you did the Dark Lord?” He groaned his laugh this time.
The groan didn’t go unnoticed this time. “Malfoy, are you in pain?” Weasley sounded eager. If he found out anything that would embarrass Draco the news would go straight to Potter and Granger and the stupid Gryffindors would all have a great time laughing at his displeasure.
Draco’s eyes shot up darkly, “No” he snapped, Weasley couldn’t find out he was in pain, surely someone he would tell would put two and two together and figure out what had happened. “I’m frustrated at the fact you won’t go away, you’re as obnoxious as a house elf, an undisciplined house elf.” He growled the last part.
Weasley couldn’t come up with a good response quick enough so he only shouted, “I’m not a house elf! Listen Malfoy, you have no business being here and you are going to leave right now or I’ll go find McGonagall and she’ll get rid of you.”
“You don’t have enough balls for that,” Draco sneered, but his stomach twisted, if he really did go to McGonagall he would have no choice but to tell her the truth, but he called bluff anyway.
“I do too!” Weasley shouted, “I’ll leave right now.” But he was bluffing too. Draco could tell.
“Then go, I won’t miss you.”
“Fine,” Weasley turned and left, but Draco wasn’t fooled, he went in the direction opposite of McGonagall’s office.
Draco chuckled to himself, and wanted to shout, ‘You’re headed the wrong way! Do I need to draw you a map?’ But instead it was less energy to just think it. The moment Weasley was out of sight the overwhelming pain returned. He no longer had any distraction.
He fell to his knees, his head pressed firmly against the door and the tears sprang from his eyes violently. His attempt to stay silent failed, but he wasn’t as loud as he thought he was. He was caught, he knew it, Lupin would get sacked and his reputation would be in ruins.
The white spots grew in his vision, even with his eyes shut and he only got weaker, until suddenly, consciousness was gone.