Whoops. Sorry I didn't do another chapter. I was so swamped with shit to do that I kinda forgot about this story. But I'm back and I'll be able to write a lot more than before. I'm using this chapter to give everyone a sort of inside look on Draco's home life. R&R. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
The very next night, Hermione snuck up to Harry's room and stole his Invisibility Cloak, intent on following Draco to the Forbidden Forest. Her eagerness to figure out what he was up to made her choose to disregard the piles of homework awaiting her downstairs. She threw the cloak over herself and quietly slipped through the portrait hole as Ginny and Seamus walked in, headed for the boys' dorm.
Hermione shook her head. "Damn Ginny, how many boys are you juggling at once?" she asked herself with a laugh. Just two nights ago, she had seen Ginny sneaking over to Colin Creevey's room. And last week, Ginny was going off to the Black Lake with no less than three Ravenclaws. "Pretty soon, she'll have the entire male population at Hogwarts under her belt."
Hermione crept down the stairs and out the doors, spotting a gorgeous head of sexy blonde locks sneaking off to the forest. He swiveled his head around to be sure no one was around before speeding up. Hermione sped up as well, her eyes locked on the back of his head. She knew that he sensed he was being followed, but she hoped he wouldn't notice her just yet.
Draco could feel someone's eyes on him, a set of very familiar eyes, yet he couldn't put his finger on who it could be. He shook his head, remembering the task at hand. He needed to get under the trees before his transformation occurred. He told Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle that he had double detention for McGonagall and Trelawney, which they believed in an instant. It was no secret that most of the teachers loathed Draco, mainly because he outshone their favorite students. Snape, however, loved Draco. He was just about the only teacher that did, however. Draco smiled at the thought of Snape, who was like a father to him.
Snape was more of a father to him than his own father, who enjoyed beating the shit outta him on every occasion he got. His mother, of course, got the same treatment, but no one knew about that. That was mainly because Lucius locked her in the basement whenever he was leaving the house for work. He got his thrills fucking other women while his wife was forced to hear their pleasured moans, something that was torturing Narcissa into near insanity. Draco hadn't actually seen his mother's face since the end of last term, when Lucius ordered her to pick up Draco from the train station so he could finish getting a blow job from the newest secretary in his office. Just the thought of all of this made Draco's eyes water up. His father really was a heartless bastard.
Draco sometimes wondered what was worse: transforming into a werewolf or dealing with his father's beatings. His eyes shut tight when he vividly recalled the time Lucius beat him with his cane while fucking their new maid. The beating left scars on his back for two straight weeks. Draco was amazed at how much sex Lucius seemed to need in one week. Draco himself had only slept with three girls, and all of them had been at far intervals. He hadn't slept with Pansy yet, but he knew she wanted his body so bad. Unfortunately for her, the feeling wasn't mutual. He didn't know why, but he knew that he wanted someone else. He wasn't ready to admit that yet, however.
Hermione sighed with relief when Draco finally stopped and leaned against a tree. She was rather tired from all the running she had to do. She curiously watched him for several minutes, wondering why he was content with just sitting against a tree. Then, quite suddenly, the atmosphere changed. Draco doubled over in pain, his entire body trembling. Hermione's eyes widened and she brought a hand to her mouth. She watched as Draco's body began to get a little longer, a little wider. His clothes were splitting off and fur was sprouting up where skin had previously been. Draco was shrieking in pain, tears streaming down his face. Hermione could feel her own tears going down her face, horrified at the fact that Draco was going through so much pain. Then suddenly, Draco's body stopped shaking and changing. He just stood there in silence, his eyes blinking and his new ears perked up.
"I…I can't believe it," Hermione whispered, eyes wide. "Draco Malfoy is a werewolf?"