The Grimm

10- Tension

"Draco." Samael called after his friend as Draco speed walked to the great hall, avoiding his friend who he did not wait for.

Draco looked back at Samael, noting that he was far in front of him. That was fine with him. He didn't want to talk to Samael anyways. All he wanted was to be closer to his friend, and to be as popular as his friend was. The only way to become that popular was to either tame a grimm or become an animagus himself.

And since the only grimm he had been able to 'tame' wasn't really a grimm but an animagus, the second option was the only valid, safer option. But, no! Instead of helping him like a friend would, Samael had to go and worry about Draco's safety.

For merlin's sake, what the hell was wrong with Samael Grimm?

"Draco!" Samael called again. Draco didn't bother to check back, but upped his pace anyways.

It was almost unbelievable when Samael, who had been so far behind him, suddenly appeared beside him as of apparated, though Draco could tell he simply ran if the way Samael slammed the brakes down on his own feet told him anything.

Draco glanced at Samael with wide eyes for only a second before ignoring him further and continuing his walk.

Before Draco could reach the great hall, he was violently pulled to an empty classroom and thrown into it. He stumbled slightly, but managed to gain his balance and looked up to see Samael leaning against the door and only exit.

"Why are you acting like this?" Samael asked angrily.

Draco didn't respond. He would have, but as he brought his thoughts to his tongue he stopped short, realizing he sounded stupid and materialistic.

"Vanilla." Samael tried again, in a calmer tone.

"Yes?" Draco replied in a bratty bite, rolling his eyes as he did so.

"Why?" Samael asked, his eyes softening frok their earlier anger to a true hurt and wonder.

"I want to be an animagus so I can be popular like you, and instead of helping me out, you tell me not to do it." He answered.

"Because that's what friends do. They give each other advice, and stop each other from making stupid, life-threatening, decisions."

"They also help each other."

"Draco, I cannot stress this enough. LIFE-THREATENING."

"I know that!"

"Is being popular really so great that you need to put your life at risk?"

"Yes."

"No it isn't!"

"Yes, it is."

"Once people get to see how great you are, you'll be popular. You don't need to kill yourself trying."

"It doesn't work like that!"

"Then how does it work?"

"You have to be special. There has to be a wow factor." Draco explained, crossing his arms as he leaned against a desk.

"There are other ways to up your wow factor than become an animagus."

"Yeah, the only other option being to tame a real grimm or do something even more death-defying."

"Draco, you did tame a grimm."

"An animagus who is my friend, not my pet!" He sighed exasperatedly. What a thick skull Samael had. It was as if teaching a child something so basic, it was hard to explain. Like how to breath, talk, or walk.

"I came here as your pet." Samael pointed out.

"Yes, but everyone knows your human." Draco rolled his eyes.

"What if i'm not?" Samael asked, a wolf-like grin on his face as a mischievous glint came into his eyes.

"What?" Draco asked, no longer angry. He was simply curious. What could Samael mean by that?

"My last name is Grimm. I can say that I'm part of a family of grimms who turn into humans, rather than the other way around. I'm a... Humagus." Samael said.

"No one would believe that." Draco shook his head, simultaneously dropped it so that Samael couldn't see the small smile that had creeped onto his face.

"Why not? I can get a dog collar and act like your bodyguard or servant." Samael shrugged.

"Why would you do that?" Draco laughed.

"Well, you saved me. Another month and the kibble would have killed me."

Draco laughed out loud, picking his head up again and not caring if Samael could tell he was laughing.

Honestly, to Draco, this entire conversation was a joke. A good attempt at salvaging their friendship, but a joke. No one would offer themselves to pretend to be a pet.

"I could say that, as a grimm, I'm able to full a pull to my 'other half' or the person i'm going to serve. Like a feeling." Samael continued.

This joke was going a bit far, but Samael genuinely seemed to be onto something. That could honestly work.

"I mean... maybe.. but, a collar? really?"

"Well, i could wear a regular necklace if you preferred it but a collar is more pet-like."

"I'm not getting you a collar."

"I could probably magic one up." Samael shrugged.

"No, that's just... weird. maybe if you used the collar as a bracelet or just got a regular necklace." Draco told him.

"A bracelet could work..." Samael thought out loud before, without a word or wand, he simply held his hand out and a collar materialized on his palm.

It was a regular black dog collar with a buckle, and a dog tag. Of course, the tag had Samael's name on it and on the other side it claimed Samael the grimm to be the property of Draco.