I'm A Slave For You-Chp32

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

The weekend had finally arrived and the first thing Draco did as soon as he got home from school was to go and find Remus at once. Thanks to the insta-cure cream that Hermione had given him, his butt was getting better by the minute, and he could finally sit properly without having to wince all the time or sitting on his makeshift 'cushion' or hover his ass a few inches off the chairs without being able to feel his legs later, though the marks of the caning and the soreness that followed had not entirely subsided. Even Ron would also sometimes sneak him some mild painkillers into his bag that he got from his mother for his pains and gave him some of his unwanted sweaters to put in his bag whenever the blonde needed to use his makeshift 'cushion' so that he could sit down better.

And speaking of Hermione and Ron, he and the Old Married Couple of Hogwarts have come to an agreeable understanding. Even though they had to put up a front of being life-long enemies due to the fact that they are both in Slytherin and Gryffindor, in private, they were at least in speaking terms, and instead of getting at each other's necks and throats all the time and trying to punch each other's lights out, they managed to behave at least in a slightly civilized manner. Whenever it was time for Harry's lessons, instead of having only the duo or only Draco teaching them, the three of them would meet up at Hagrid's hut—the half-giant gave Hermione and Ron permission to look after his hut and clean up for him once in a while and feed his boarhound Fang while he was away—in which they would teach Harry something: Ron teaching how to write, Hermione teaching how to associate words with items through picture cards and Draco teaching him how to read and pronounce words properly. Their joint effort made Harry's lesson a lot smoother and the boy learning more words to read, speak and write. Occasionally, they would also teach him simple spells to recite and Draco gave Harry his own baby trainer wand to learn his spells on. Harry was happy to learn them, and proved to be quite a whiz in spells (although he had a little bit of problem pronouncing them), possibly because of his heritage, and the trio couldn't help thinking that if Harry were the same age as they were and studying in Hogwarts alongside with them, he would've aced school life with a breeze. Harry, on the other hand, only had one thought in mind: Severus buying a new proper wand for him.

But all those happenings pale in comparison as to his dire need to be filled by Remus' glory after finally being rid of the irritation on his butt that prevented him from getting what he wanted.

Remus was at the vegetable and fruit garden in the backyard picking strawberries for tonight's light snack for Narcissa's Secret Wives' Club meeting as it was her turn to host the club meeting at her home. He had expected Draco to come later in the day or probably not come at all due to the closeness of his exams, but seeing him arrive cheered him up all the same.

"Hey there, Drake," Remus greeted as soon as the boy went over to him, only to suddenly see him kneeling down in front of him and reaching over to kiss him soundly. He dropped the strawberries he was picking by surprise at first, but soon kissed him back just as badly. They would've gone at it forever if their lungs were not protesting for air. They both quickly pulled out to take a breather.

"Well, someone's in a good mood today," Remus grinned at him, chuckling at the colours showing on the boy's fair cheeks.

"I missed you," Draco said as he hugged him. "How was your week? Has Father come to you again?"

"Tried to on the first day you left, but Nightwing just so happen to fly to him calling him to the Ministry for a meeting, and when he came back from the meeting, he announced to the household that he would be off on a sort of field trip with some Aurors, so he let me off for that whole week. Now, what seems to be the good news that got you in such a good mood today?"

"Well, I wouldn't say it's entirely good news. I just wanted to see you. Actually, I became…well not really friends, but I guess I gained the trust of a couple of Gryffindors."

"Really? That's impressive. My little Drakey-poo finally has some real friends," Remus said in a mock cute voice as he pinched Draco's nose in a teasing manner.

"Thanks," Draco rolled his eyes sarcastically, then took Remus' hand and continued, "Remus, I want to free you. Maybe not right now but after I graduate from school, I will embark on the same quest Uncle Sev is doing right now and I will free you."

"Drake," Remus held onto Draco's shoulders and said in a stern tone, "I've told you once, I've told you before and I'll tell you again, no."

"I will, and I won't take no for an answer. I am not going to let Father hurt you again. No," Draco stopped the half-werewolf before he could retaliate by cupping his cheeks. "Not after the last time we tried to get down. You didn't enjoy it. You may have satisfied me, but I could tell from your eyes that you couldn't bring yourself to enjoy it, that you are still haunted by my father's actions."

"Have you not heard all the dangers I've told you? One master died getting a dragon's egg. One got mauled by a griffin trying to get its feather and died of gangrene. One drowned while trying to get the Loch Ness' tooth. One turned into a werewolf when he tried to get a lock of fur from it and was shot to death by a Muggle hunter. No. I will not allow you to send yourself to your death."

"And let Father rape you every time he feels like? Hell no. It is either that or I kill him."

Remus' mind wrestled with the thought. He could allow Draco to kill Lucius, but it would leave a bad stain in his conscience and there's no telling whether he could get away with it, no matter how many connections the Malfoy family had. On the other hand, letting him go on the quest Severus did would mean certain death. He did not deny that what Draco said about him still being haunted by what Lucius' did to him was true—he felt it almost everyday since it happened. But to put his beloved in a situation where he could get in trouble at a moment's notice was too hard for him to bear, even though he knew it was a necessary evil. Finally, Remus lowered his head in defeat.

"I…I don't know…"

"Besides," Draco noted, "even if we move out of this place and live somewhere else in the country, he could still come and find us. If we live abroad, others would take advantage of you because you're a slave and are bound to the public property factor. I cannot allow that to happen."

"I…I know that but…" Remus struggled, still reluctant to agree that Draco's decision was the best choice they've got.

"Let's do it together," Draco suggested. "If something happens, maybe you can run."

"No," Remus shook his head. "I will not run. I will not leave you alone in this. If you have to do this quest to free me, promise I can come with you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

With that, the boy leaned in, kissing him again. Remus kissed him back hungrily, his arms wrapped possessively around Draco. Mewling slightly into his mouth, Draco kissed just as hard, literally starving for Remus' love. Soon, Remus could feel his whole body awakening, including the ones at his nether regions.

"I…I'm sorry, Drake…I can't hold back anymore," Remus panted breathlessly, revealing his 'excitement'.

"Let's go out farther into the backyard, like I said last time," Draco got up, pulling Remus up. "I trust you promise that you would get us out if ever we were lost?"

"Most definitely," Remus chuckled as he followed Draco deeper into the backyard, leaving the strawberries behind. He couldn't care less if his Mistress and her guests were waiting for their food; the hired help could do it for him. All he wanted was to forget about whatever happened between him and Lucius and give in to his primal urge and ravish his beloved. They went deep into the forest area at their backyard and only when Draco didn't know the way back did he stop. Turning around, he started taking off his clothes.

"Is your butt feeling alright?" Remus asked. "I'm sorry. You've been right all along. It's been so long. I should've gotten over it a long time ago."

"It is fine, still a bit pink but some pain can add the pleasure I have heard," Draco said, blushing and throwing his shirt down. He knelt down near the half-werewolf's groin and continued, "Besides, if you had gotten over it so quickly, I will have to start questioning your feelings for me. Now for this round, you are the master. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"Mm, I knew your new friends have lightened up your spirits. Alright, suck me. Suck me nice and good, but don't use your hands to touch it. You can unzip me and take me out but after that, hands off the merchandize."

Draco smiled and nodded as he scooted forward and pulled Remus out. Putting his hand behind him, he started licking around the tip before he took it into his mouth, his head bobbing in and out as he sucked him.

"Ooh, yes. Mmh, you're getting so much better than before."

Draco responded by taking him further into his mouth, licking and sucking in turns and occasionally running his tongue down the veins of the cock and tickling the balls with the tip of his tongue, kissing them, his own cock throbbing against his pants. Remus noticed the bulge and tapped his blonde head to make him look up at him.

"Touch yourself, Drake."

Draco mumbled in agreement and palmed his cock, rubbing it to make it even more rock hard.

"Mmh…So good…" Remus sighed and put his hands on Draco's head, threading his fingers around the blonde strands of hair. Soon an eager urge came to his mind. He made Draco look up at him and said, "I'm going to fuck your mouth."

Surprisingly, Draco did not hesitate. He nodded and tried to relax his throat, opening his mouth more so that he could take him all the way in. Remus moved nice and slow, thrusting into his mouth in a moderate pace, his heart hoping that he wouldn't hurt him. Draco quickened his pace on his pants, whimpering as he reached into his pants to pump the throbbing length while he savoured the feeling of Remus' cock hitting the back of his throat. Remus could feel himself coming close to the edge, but he didn't want it to end so quickly without satisfying Draco as well. Hurriedly, he pulled out, earning a protest whine from the boy.

"Go on all fours, Drake."

Draco obeyed and went down, pulling down his pants and sticking his ass out.

"You still have some bruises, but they seemed to heal up nicely," Remus lined his cock on the opening, getting ready to push it in. "The bruises are still going to sting, so bear with it."

"I don't care," Draco replied, even as it stung when Remus peeled open the cheeks a little to position his cock correctly. He went down on his elbows, his hands laying flat onto the grass beneath them. Soon Remus pushed in all the way to the hilt, then started a steady rhythm, expertly looking for the spot that'll make his Young Master howl. Draco bit his lip at the slight pain at first, but as soon as Remus found that spot he was soon sent into the 7th Heaven, moaning "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" over and over again. Remus assaulted the spot repeatedly, ramming harder and deeper into him until he forced Draco's top half of the body to literally sprawl on the grass.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me hard! Fuck me!!" Draco more or less screamed.

"Yes, yes, yes!!" Remus slammed him hard, pummelling him to the ground, his superhuman strength kicking in as he gave in to the lust that was raging inside him for so long.

"Remy…Remy…please…" Draco begged after being in that position for god knows how long, "I want to…ah, fuck…see you."

Remus grunted in reply and pulled out to flip him on his back in the missionary position before pushing himself in again, fucking him just as hard as before. Draco grabbed at the grass, pulling it from the roots as he was turned into a drooling, sweating mess, and loving every moment of it. Remus picked Draco's legs up so it wraps around his hips just the way he liked it and fucked him even deeper and harder, assaulting the spot even more. A couple more thrusts later, Draco pulled him down to kiss him as he came, arching up against him. As Remus enjoyed the feeling of Draco's muscles tightening around him while he continued fucking him, he felt something wrong, like he had forgotten something, but ignored it as he was coming close to pouring his seed into him, trying to hold it back to maximize the pleasure. Draco fell to the ground, panting as he let Remus have him.
"I'm…I'm going to come, Drake," Remus moaned, his voice sounded a little wolfish.

Draco didn't reply this time, his mind still slightly out of it.

"Oh shi…" Remus' words were caught halfway as he came long and hard into him. Draco sighed slowly as he was filled, always loving that part.

As soon as he done coming, he felt his inside like it was tearing in and out, he quickly pulled out and hugged himself. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what he had forgotten. No, his mind screamed. Not today! Of all days, not today! Please!

"Drake…Run…" Remus begged, trying as hard as he could to hold back the inevitable.

"What?" Draco noticed the change of atmosphere as he sat up. The cum was leaking out of him but he didn't care. His concern right now was for Remus. "Remy, what's going on?"

"Please…Run…!" Remus pleaded, his breathing becoming ragged, willing himself to remain sane as he could feel the familiar transformation.

"No, I will not leave you," Draco knelt beside him, stubbornly refusing to leave.

"You…don't…understand…! I…" Remus felt the transformation kicking in. He grabbed the boy's shoulders and pushed him away, shouting with his voice that was morphing into a bestial roar, "Leave, NOW!!".

Draco jumped back but still would not leave him, not unless he knew what was going on. Remus began to howl as he transformed into the damned creature he was. He had been so careful not to transform in front of Draco. Even though it was no secret to Draco that he was a half-werewolf, he wanted Draco to have better images of him as a human than a cursed beast. Every 3 months, when intuition told him that he was about to transform, he would disappear out of sight as he let Lucius lead him to the coal cellar and be locked away for that whole day, and then come up with an excuse for his absence. How could he be so careless as to let his libido take control of his thought tank and forget about this important event? The last thought in his mind before the beast in him took control was a desperate prayer not to hurt Draco.

Draco, on the other hand, started crawling away, realizing his idiocy as the monster took over his Remus. He knew Remus would transform every 3 months and even though Remus made up an excuse to explain his quarterly absence, he knew he had transformed and had probably helped his father run more grizzly errands for him or have been locked away for the safety of the household, but he never thought the day would come that he would actually witnessed Remus' transformation firsthand. He had always been curious of how his Remus looked like in werewolf form, but now that he had seen it, he understood the full extent of the meaning 'Curiosity killed the cat'. As soon as the wolf took over, it began sniffing around and soon smelt human blood in front of him. It saw Draco and rumbled in its throat as it moved closer to the blonde, its eyes a glowing gold as they spelt of mass shredding and spilling of blood to satisfy its hunger and lust for crimson red. Draco quickly got up and started to run but the wolf had the upper hand. It howled and chased after him. Without breaking a sweat, it soon caught up and pounced onto him like a predator would on prey. Draco let out a desperate cry as he went down, his face kissing the ground below.

"Re…Remus…please, don't…" Draco begged, his voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Rumble after rumble escaping the wolf's throat as it bared its fangs like a rabid dog at Draco. It then leaned over, smelling something familiar about the boy under it, sniffing all over. Draco closed his eyes as he could feel its wet nose roaming all over his body, knowing this was the end. He was going to be his lover's dinner. The only thought that was running repeatedly like a broken record in his head was "Why, oh why, had I not just listened to Remy?!"

Somehow, after a number of sniffing all over, which included his nether regions, the wolf's instincts somehow told it that this boy was someone it shouldn't hurt, someone who is dear to him. Its instinct told it that the little blonde boy it was standing on was its mate and shouldn't have a single hair lost from his pretty little head under any circumstances. Slowly, it got off him and let out a dog purr, its hunger for blood forgotten. Draco, who was ready to die and become wolf food, frowned as he wondered why was he not done for yet. He sat up and saw the wolf sitting there obediently as if being told by a master to sit and eyeing him with almost an apologetic and concerned look.

"Re…Remus…?" Draco voiced out slowly, only to get a faceful of wolf drool as the wolf purred and licked the boy's face affectionately, like a wolf licking its mate. "Rem…Yuck!"

The wolf responded by rubbing his head against Draco's, making the boy giggle.

"Good boy," Draco said, petting him.

The wolf sat back again, wagging its tail as it waited for any instructions Draco may give him, its mind slowly allowing its human side and its human love for Draco to surface.

"You're kinda cute," Draco smiled, "when you're not a chowhound."

The wolf looked up at the full moon and let out a soft howl—an inborn habit of being a werewolf.

"Woah, you really do howl at the moon when you're transformed. Guess those DADA textbooks were not kidding. I suppose our crazy libido has us forgetting it's that time of the month again."

The wolf seemed to let out a lupine-like laugh. It then lowered its body next to Draco, gesturing him with a short jerk of its head to ride its back. Draco got up on his feet, getting on its back. The wolf got up and started walking, carrying him as if he weighed next to nothing while it navigated its way fluidly through the huge backyard with its great sense of direction and smell. Soon they were back where they originally were at the vegetable and fruit garden and were staring at the backdoor of the mansion. Draco, just realizing that he didn't have his clothes on, blushed a healthy tint of red. He must've left it behind somewhere back there when he was trying to escape his werewolf beloved whom he thought was going to eat him alive. But he didn't mind, and neither did the wolf notice him being naked anyway. He leaned down and nuzzled at the soft fur, enjoying the natural carpet feeling on his bare skin.

"I hope Father is not home yet," Draco said. "I hope his field trip goes on forever."

Without warning, the wolf sat down and leaned sideways, making the boy slide off his body, taking him by surprise. Quietly, it trotted to the place where the laundresses hanged the daily laundry and took down a white linen bed sheet and dropped it onto the boy's body before making its way back to the backyard and back into the forest to wait out the transformation and return to human form.

"Wait," Draco called out, not understanding why his Remy was running off without him.

The wolf just looked back, gave a soft dog rumble and trotted off, leaving Draco behind. It may have retained its human sanity for the moment, but its body was still werewolf, and there was no telling whether it could remain sane for long. If it were able to talk, it would've said to its mate that it had to stay away to keep him safe. Sadly, it continued to walk on, not looking back, leaving the poor blonde wrapped in the linen bed sheet in the dark.

"Great. Just leave me alone right here," Draco sighed and slowly made his way back into the house, taking care that there was no one around to see him in this state. Loud female chatters and laughter in the main lounge suggested that his mother and her friends were still on with the Secret Wives' Club. He shook his head and quickly made his way back to his room, not wanting to know what exactly those women actually do in their activities in the Secret Wives' Club.

As soon as he was in his room, he laid on his bed, sighing as he thought of everything that had happened just now. So many things happening in such a short time since the end of semester break and beginning of the school term: hitting his dad and making him bleed for the first time ever in his whole life, getting caned for goodness knows how many times and earning him a sore butt, having new friends—or acquaintances as he called it—from the age-old enemy house Gryffindor and now seeing Remus for the first time ever in his werewolf form. He could tell that his life was going to get even more adventurous than before. Looking at his slightly soiled body, he knew he needed to take a shower, but he wanted to bask in the after math, even if Remus was not there with him. Closing his eyes and letting his fingers roam around his body, he tried to remember the feeling of Remus' touches and the way they went down after such long weeks of abstinence, and the way Remus the werewolf's soft fur was on his body like a big wooly outfit from head to toe.

Unbeknownst to him, Lucius had already returned from his field trip and had just finished reading some paperwork sent in from the Ministry by owl in his study about the progress and the results of the field trip. He was about to go to the main lounge to check on his wife—and probably get the chance to join in their discussion—when he saw Draco's room half-opened. He peeked in and soon saw Draco lying on the bed naked for the whole world to see. A sick twisted form of lust suddenly surfaced within him as he watched his son tracing his fingers along his bare body with his eyes close. That sight was so erotic it was almost a crime not to savour it. Though he had told himself that he wasn't really into the thought of incest, he wasn't beyond trying something new, and besides, his son's situation was literally asking for it. Without bothering to knock, he pushed the door open and stepped in.

"Is that how I raise you? To reveal yourself in public like this?" Lucius asked in a pretend stern voice.

"Father!" Draco jumped, shocked at his sudden presence. Hoping for his father to have a prolonged field trip was wishful thinking, he supposed, although he was quite disappointed at him being back so early. Hiding his annoyed face at his father for entering unannounced, he sat up, reaching for something to cover him while he had one hand over his groin, almost stammering, "Sorry, I…I didn't know that door was open."

"You should be more careful. Do you want to let the whole household know that the son of the Ministry of Magic is there parading his body for the whole world to see?"

"Sorry, Father."

"I must say," Lucius said as he leaned against the bedpost, "you have grown up considerably well, son. If you weren't of my blood, I'd say you look pretty handsome."

"Th…Thank you, Father," Draco blushed, putting his head down as he wrapped the bed sheet Remus had got him around his body, not exactly sure it was a compliment or not.

"In fact…maybe we can pretend we're not of the same blood and…" Lucius reached over to stroke his chin suggestively, "have a little fun for a while."

"Father," Draco pulled away, feeling something very wrong was going to happen. "Please leave."

"Why so shy? It's not like it's an uncommon thing. Your mother used to fool around with her sister when they were children."

"That's sick," Draco said in disgust, moving back onto the bed but cowering away from his father, his face in shock. He knew his mother was somewhat of a slut, but to think she did unthinkable things with his aunt was something he couldn't stomach.

"No, it isn't. It's just giving in to our usual primal instincts. What we are born for. Even Adam and Eve's children had to do each other to procreate and create human population."

"I don't care. I don't want you touching me like that."

"Well, you don't really have a choice now, do you?" Lucius asked as he moved in closer to his son, reaching over to stroke his chin again.

"Please, Father," Draco begged, trying in vain to not let the tears fall. "Please don't."

"Come on, what's the harm of having a little taboo fun. Besides," Lucius' lips barely brushed the boy's ear as he whispered, "who would believe you if you told anyone that your father, the most important member of the Ministry of Magic, made a pass at you?"

Draco turned his head away, wishing Remus was here to save him, but it probably would not help anyway, since the werewolf was probably long gone deep into the forest, unable to hear him.

"Come. Just let go everything you believe and enjoy," Lucius whispered huskily in a seductive tone before kissing his earlobe.

"Father, no…" Draco tried to push him off and keep him from leaning in to try and take possession of his lips. How could his father, his own father, do this to him? He may not really love him like a son should to a father, but he had his respects to him as a father figure. After all, he was of blood, and bloods do not turn against each other. But how could his own father ignore the fact that they shared the same blood and that whatever they were doing was against all things taboo? Wasn't having a wife and numerous sex slaves he could get his hands on enough? Wasn't having all those secret affairs with other mistresses and other people's wives (he knew they existed even though Lucius put on a straight face and pretended it never happened, and he was sure his mother also had her share of secret lovers stashed behind the closet) satisfying enough for him? Why, of all people, did he choose to assault him and treat him like he treated his other sex partners: like a sex toy that can be used and discarded as he wished?

When Lucius used a spell to close and lock the door and started fondling his boyhood, it was the last straw. He didn't care if Remus could hear him or not; he had to try. Wriggling out of his father's grasp in vain and trying to get him off him, he screamed for his life.

"Get off me, you bastard! Get the fuck off me!!"

"Don't try to struggle. You…"

Lucius' words were stopped short when a huge big-ass animal on four legs barged through the room, crushing through the locked door, and pounced on him, growling murderously at him with his golden eyes. Some of the hired help, that just so happen to be there, gasped in shock at the sight and started screaming. Draco wriggled out of Lucius' hold immediately, falling off the bed and crawling over to the wall, curling up like a ball as he watched in shock at what was going on. Apparently, Remus the werewolf wasn't really very far off from the mansion as it still wanted to keep its beloved mate in sight. As soon as it heard Draco's scream, it tore towards the mansion without a second thought, shocking the household and banging past everyone that was there before having Lucius at its mercy. Narcissa and her girlfriends heard the commotion and were shocked beyond words at the sight. Some of them fainted while others made a run for it, but Narcissa, who knew of Remus' nature, quickly made her way downstairs to search for the guards or anyone strong enough to help.

Meanwhile, the werewolf snarled and growled at Lucius, baring his fangs at him, ready to tear him into shreds. No one harms its mate and gets away with it. Draco finally awoken from his daze and immediately recognized Remus and shouted at the split second the werewolf was about to plant his canines onto Lucius' jugular.

"Wait, Remy, don't! Don't hurt him!"

The werewolf stopped at Draco's command, then glared at Draco, its golden eyes demanding a good reason why it shouldn't turn this older blonde into mincemeat.

"No! Stop! Remus Lupin, I order you not to hurt him," Draco said in an authoritative voice, giving him a stern look. He was saying not out of concern for his father's life, but more of not wanting to lose Remus into bloodlust and possibly being taken away or taken down.

The werewolf wrestled with its need to chomp off Lucius' head and Draco's orders to obey him. It glared long and hard at Lucius before finally slowly moving away from him, trotting over to nuzzle Draco's head and whined in its doggy way, wondering if its little blonde mate was OK. Draco gave it a reassuring smile and petted its head, confirming that he was alright.

"You should've killed me when you had the chance, Cubby," Lucius hissed. Seeing an opportunity, he removed the black covering from his cane to reveal the silver within and started hitting at the werewolf, shouting, "Take that, you beast!"

"FATHER, STOP IT!! YOU'RE HURTING HIM!!" Draco yelled in horror at the top of his voice, trying to bat the cane away but was immediately pushed off by Lucius.

"Go away, boy!" Lucius exclaimed as he hit him some more. Every hit from the silver rod confirmed the werewolf's vulnerability to silver; it actually burned through the werewolf skin, leaving it parched and covered with very painful lesions and sounds of hissing and the smell of burnt flesh was evident at every contact. "That slave's dangerous! I never should've given him to you!"

"Please, Father, stop!!" Draco grabbed onto Lucius' sleeves, pulling him back with all his might. "Please! If you stop, I promise I will let you have me! Please!"

The werewolf obviously did not agree with that statement. It heard what Draco said and instincts told it that it would not end well. It quickly rammed against Lucius, knocking him over, and blocked Draco from Lucius, its hackles raised as it growled threateningly at him, not letting him touch his mate despite its badly burnt body.

"I'm not in the mood to discuss that right now! I need to contain this dangerous thing!" Lucius beat him again with the silver rod some more before pointing his wand at him and shouted, "Crucio!"

The Cruciatus curse immediately came to effect. The poor werewolf let out a canine yelp and fell onto the floor, whining and fidgeting like an epileptic getting a seizure as the curse surged through its veins, twisting and turning its insides and threatening to break its every bone on its body. Draco wanted to do something, anything, to stop this pain it was experiencing but he didn't have his wand with him, no thanks to the school rules. He tried to hold his beloved close but even his touches hurt it, and it was in danger of biting its own tongue. He didn't care that he was crying like a baby right now; he just wanted its pain to stop.

"Please! He is just protecting me! Please, Father, please! Stop this!"

Lucius waited for the werewolf to faint from the pain before removing the curse off it. By then, Narcissa had already brought in their personal bodyguards to come assist him. Lucius saw them and barked, "Guards! Take this thing and lock him up at the coal cellar!"

The three men obeyed and did so. One carried the hind legs, the other carried the front legs and the last one carried the middle as they brought the poor werewolf out of the room and towards the coal cellar where Remus usually was locked up in during his quarterly transformation. Lucius was about to follow after them when Draco ran and held his arm desperately, tears running down his grey eyes like rain.

"Please, Father, please," he begged, crying. "He was just protecting me. Please don't take him away from me, please! I beg you, Father, no, I implore you!"

"He is too dangerous to be around you anymore! And I don't want to have my only son turned into that…that thing. Besides," Lucius leaned forward and whispered maliciously, "you had it coming when you refused me."

With that, he got up and whispered a spell to fix the broken door before slamming it behind him with pure satisfaction, leaving Draco to fall on the floor in his knees, sobbing bitterly and filling his heart with deep remorse, self-blame and self-loathing. The man of the house watched as the three men threw the werewolf unceremoniously onto the floor of the coal cellar. He ordered them to never allow anyone to come in or out of the cellar without his express permission and told them to fetch someone to guard the cellar. He then waited for the men to leave before glowering at the werewolf's half-unconscious body.

"I won't let you have the satisfaction of having me selling you back to the business so easily, leaving me with my wounded pride. And death is just too kind for the likes of you. Oh no, I have much better plans for you, Cubby."

The last thing the werewolf heard before fully succumbing into unconsciousness was the older blonde leaving the cellar and locking it, sealing its fate that was to come.