Soulmates [HIATUS]

Daddy Issues

Draco had whimpered pitifully. He wanted to die with every fiber of his being at that moment, but he obviously wouldn't leave Harry like that.

"What should I do to you, doll?" Fenrir growled.

"N-Nothing too horrible, I hope." Draco whispered.

Fenrir chucked. "That makes me happy that you're frightened of me." He added.

Draco whimpered. "G-Great..." He bit his lip.

Fenrir chuckled, using one of his hands to shove Draco's head back farther, nipping at the pale throat.

Draco cried softly, but didn't resist.

"I want a reaction better than that, pureblood." The werewolf growled, biting harshly now.

Draco let out a cry, whimpering as blood began to form.

"Ah, just love those tiny sounds of protest." Fenir spat.

Draco cried softly, shaking. "Just do whatever you're going to do and let me go!"

"I'm taking my time, you didn't say I had to rush." Fenir hissed out.

"Well rush!" Draco cried.

Fenrir chuckled, biting roughly around Draco's torso.

Draco cried softly, blood dripping from the bite marks. "What are you going to do..?"

"I'd love to eat you, but I think Lucius would want some of you left." Greyback growled.

Draco shuddered. "S-So you're not going to eat me, then what?"

"I'll let you go, I guess." Fenir growled.

Relief washed over Draco. "Oh, thank God..."

"But, I still didn't say I would rush a delectable meal." Fenrir purred.

Draco whimpered. "Please... I need to help him... I'll make you a deal. You let me go help him now, and you can do whatever you want with me after."

Fenir contemplated this for a minute. "It's a good offer, pureblood."

"Please?" Draco whispered, eyes begging.

Greyback growled, nodding.

"Thank you." Draco stood, gasping in pain. But, he ran upstairs.

"Oi, pureblood!" Fenrir growled.

Draco stopped, turning around.

"Come here, you're not gonna fight for your Soulmate looking like that." Fenrir beckoned him over, wand raised.

Draco limped over to the werewolf.

Greyback healed most of the wounds so that they stopped bleeding, and fixed Draco's limp.

"Thank you, Fenrir." Draco said quietly. He rushed upstairs, pausing to see the situation.

Narcissa was backed into a corner and looked as if she was frozen there, still pleading desperately. Harry was a crumpled heap in the middle of the room, Lucius stalking around him with a knife in his hand.

Draco grabbed his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!" He yelled, pointing his wand at his father.

Lucius didn't see the spell coming, he didn't even see Draco yet. He fell to the ground with no dignity, face angry.

Draco ran over to Harry, kneeling down beside him. "Harry? Harry..!"

Harry coughed weakly, looking up at Draco with one eye swollen shut.