Forced To Kiss a Werewolf [Hiatus]

Aggressive

The sun had gone down, and Draco was nowhere to be found. She decided to take her chances and attempt to go up the stairs to the bedroom. She could only hope he wasn't fully lupine, she had finally found out his calculations were wrong, and the full moon would be tomorrow, but tonight he could still come close to transforming. The day before they had taken all precautions, and made sure every window was entirely covered. The manor was in complete darkness except for the seldom torches lit on the walls. She made her way up the dim staircase and moved the portrait aside to look around. She made the mistake of shutting the entrance behind her.

She was horrified to see all the torches go out at once, and Draco sitting on the window sill staring at the full moon. The drapes hiding the orb had been shredded. Her mind took her back to the night where he had transformed. She knew that werewolves had no control over what happened when they were under the influence of the full moon. She desperately hoped that this time, since he wasn't a full wolf, that maybe he would be slightly more docile.

She broke away from her thoughts, and she was fully aware that she had just put herself in a very dangerous situation. The brunette slowly advanced on the man, and she noticed how rigid his back was. As she got closer she could actually see his body shaking slightly, as if he was restraining himself.

"Don't. Come. Any closer." His voice came out as a growl, and she stopped walking towards him.

"But Draco..." She found her voice got choked in her throat when she realized he was slowly turning around. He fell to the floor, and she witnessed him wreathing on the ground in obvious pain. She leaped to the floor in a futile attempt to help, but she almost recoiled when she noticed that his fingernails were becoming elongated and sharp. As she could see him biting his lip in pain, the girl also saw that his teeth were indeed becoming sharper than a regular person. And the scariest was probably his eyes, he would momentarily stop thrashing, and claw at the carpet with his eyes wide open.

Usually, his eyes were a stone gray, but in this instant, his eyes shifted from their normal aspect to a deep lupine gold.

He shivered and twitched until everything stopped. He lay there for a mere second before emitting a low snarl, Hermione noticed his eyes were now permanently set on the gold pigment.

He looked up at her with a dark gleam in his eye. She remembered that during her research on werewolves in the third year, she read that when mating a werewolf will become very aggressive with mates. In this moment, she realized that Draco the wolf, definitely considered her to be his mate. She also knew that when a werewolf is mating, they snap a lot.

She swallowed in her dry throat, and slowly stood up, as not to startle him. With every movement she made, she focused on keeping her eyes glued to his, if she were to scare him he could do worse than just bite her. As she backed away towards the door, she noted how Draco stayed on the floor watching her with an almost hungry look. She set her hand on the doorknob.

One. Two. Three.

She knew this wasn't her best idea, but it was worth a shot. She sprinted down the stairs and into the main hall of the manor. She didn't stop running, but the thing that surprised her was that she didn't have an angry hybrid on her heels. She ran out into the manor gardens, and she kept sprinting until she reached the gate. The girl kicked and pulled on the gate, but she wouldn't be released from the manor grounds. Being under house arrest prevented her from doing anything outside the grounds. She paused her struggle for a moment to look around. Maye, there was a shed she could hide in, to her dismay there was nothing in the wasteland. She noticed that Narcissa Malfoy was once a very pristine woman, and she would have had flowers in her garden. Hermione looked far over to her left, and she noticed a long gone thorn bush. She hoped that this was once a rose bush, because if it was, maybe it would disguise her scent. Se knew it had probably been dead for over a year, but the old dead bush in her garden still smelled faintly of the roses she had planted long ago. It a futile attempt not to get any thorns in her skin, she started to break the branches. But all the brambles were woven tightly, and they were completely tight. She wouldn't be able to hide over here either. She heard a low snarl, and when she turned around she saw Draco sneering at her. His eyes still had the very lupine hue to them, and he was almost baring his teeth at her. She started backing up but was soon stabbed in the back by the thorns she had vainly tried to slip through minutes ago. He had her pinned to the rosebush, and she was very trapped. She tried to break eye contact, but she found it harder than it should have been. He slowly advanced until he was pressed tightly against her, she could feel his breath fanning her face.

"Now are you afraid?" His voice came out as a low animalistic growl.

"No." She tried to stand up straight, but she failed, and even she heard the tremor in her voice.

"Are you sure?" He probed, showing his fangs on full display. "Because I don't think the situation proves that."

He stepped even closer, making sure she could now feel his... little friend.

Her eyes widened in disbelief when she felt his member pricking up against her leg.

"Draco, I can't..." She trailed off, sneaking a glance at the bulge growing in his pants.

"Granger, it's too late for second-guessing," He snarled, his pupils dilating. "Now, your mine."

"B-but... the only way a werewolf can claim someone is by-" She was cut off by him crashing his lips against hers. He licked her lip for entrance, and she gave it to him. His tongue roamed her mouth, and she let out a slight moan.

He broke away from her and cupped her cheek. "Come on, Granger."

He gripped her hand and dragged her through the once beautiful gardens. As she was running alongside him, she noticed how he seemed to have tunnel vision, his golden eyes focused on the manor. The couple dashed inside and were soon inside the bedroom.

I know I said I was going to write some smut, but I have no clue how. And to be honest I don't know if I want to. So, maybe this is just fluff. 

Sorry, 

Bri