Draco woke up feeling terrible. His body ached and his head throbbed fiercely. It hurt to open his eyes, and the only relief was that he did not see Greyback as memories of the previous night flooded back. The morning sun filtered through open windows into the room. Draco rolled to this side, groaning in a rather un-Malfoy manner, and sat on his bedside. He blinked a couple times and stared at the mirror directly opposite of him on the wall. He screamed.
The first thing he noticed was his hair. It was longer and darker. No longer a platinum blonde, but more of a dirty blonde that reached past his chin. He was distraught. His perfect hair, his Malfoy hair, spoiled. Tainted. With cautious eyes, Draco forced himself to look down at the other grisly changes Greyback forced upon him. His perfect body, sleek and tight, was now totally different. Instead of looking as if he spent his days lounging, it now looked as though he lived for the gym. His pectoral muscles were beefy, pushing out slightly with a distinct line separating them. The pillowed chest led to perfect abs and, as he turned his eyes to his arms, he noticed distinctly large muscles. His legs were equally as large, and, as Draco stood up cautiously, his ass had ballooned slightly. However, there was one matter that Draco fixated at.
"Hair... my body has hair," he muttered. It was true. While he wasn't very hairy, he still had noticeable hair over his body and under his armpit. Additionally, as he looked down to his crotch, his neatly trimmed pubic hair became a wild forest of pubic hair out of which his dick laid flaccid.
"I..." Draco stuttered. He didn't know how to feel. His breath shaky, Draco walked to the mirror, staring in horror at the hair. He shook himself out of it and ran to the bathroom. It took him more than an hour to get back to normal. He carefully removed all body hair, trimmed his hair until it was the perfect length, and that his neat patch of pubic hair was back to how it was, giving his penis a couple inches look. Noticing it, Draco couldn't help but notice that it looked different, larger, but now wasn't the time to confirm.
An anger took over him, a Heated anger that he couldn't control. Slamming his bathroom door opened, he dressed and left his room only to find Greyback waiting for him down in the foyer, smirking at him. "Looks like it worked," he laughed. Draco saw red. His fist tightened and he felt blood rush towards it as he ran towards the laughing Greyback. Before he even knew what he was doing, Draco swung his fist at Greyback like a common muggle, landing a blow directly against his cheek, pushing with his whole body.
Greyback stumbled and fell to the ground. Draco stood in front of him, breathing heavily as he glared down at him. "What the hell have you done to me?" he demanded.
Greyback did not look angry, instead he just gave a satisfactory chuckle as he got back on his feet. "Worked better than I hoped for," he said, "now I just need to make more for myself. I'll be honest Malfoy, I thought you were dead."
"What?"
Greyback gave out a harsh laugh, "You didn't realize? Those potions I forced in you were highly lethal! There was no way I was going to test them on myself, so I needed a body. And the Dark Lord so kindly and eagerly gave me yours. We figured dead or alive, you'll be useful for something."
"You tried to kill me," Draco said slowly, "you turned me into a freak and tried to kill me!" He yelled louder. He struck Greyback again, but this time the werewolf caught the fist. Draco snarled and bit viciously while the older man just laughed.
"You should be happy, Malfoy," he said, "you were finally useful for something—and now you get to be useful again for the Dark Lord."
"No!" Draco yelled. He pulled his fist back and stepped away from the werewolf. "I am a Malfoy!" He yelled, "I will not be a pawn."
"But Draco, that is what Malfoys are."
The cold high voice sent a deadly chill down the teen's spine. He watched as the Dark Lord walked into the room, looking at him with a cold satisfaction. "You already prove that with your survival of the many deadly and unknown potions, and now you will be useful to me once more, my naïve pawn."
"What did you do to me?" Draco asked, his voice now higher and scared.
"Turned you into an Alpha, another type of human we'll call it," Fenrir smirked. "I needed to know if it'll work so I can use it on me and teach that Omega Potter bitch what he is."
"Potter—wh—what did you do to Potter?" Draco asked. His heart raced at the mention of Harry Potter, something deep inside his soul wanted to scream in anger and call out, but he was too scared to do so.
Fenrir looked to Voldemort, who nodded. "You may tell him," Voldemort said, "after all, he was a successful experiment. Consider it his award."
Draco looked between the Dark Lord and Greyback, feeling a cold and disgusting curiosity as dread took over. Greyback just chuckled and stretched as though he wasn't bothered by anything. "Of course my lord," he said with a wolfish grin. "You better get used to seeing Potter around here, Malfoy. I did what all of you louts failed to do, and tamed that pup. Turned him into a right bitch I did, gave him a potion like yours, but with a special submissive twist. The boy's now an Omega werewolf, he's an outcast to wizarding society and he'll go into heat like the bitch that he is! Sooner or later he'll come crawling back looking for a right Alpha cock to stuff him, and that's where your experiment comes in. You see, we had no idea if the potions are lethal or not, Potter only survived because he just became a werewolf, but with these, even if I turned you Malfoy, you still might die, so I decided not to bother.
"But now that you're still living and breathing, I get to have my potions, get that bitch, and Potter will be out of the way of our Lord's conquest. And it's all thanks to you, Malfoy. If you're lucky, I might let you fuck the bitch while he's pregnant with my pups! If the Dark Lord isn't busy with him." Fenrir's loud laugh reverberated off the walls. With each word, the anger in Draco grew and grew until he couldn't handle it. His thoughts sloshed together until only phrases appeared. Potter... Omega... Alpha... Omegas belong to Alpha... Potter is an Omega... I am an Alpha... Potter belongs to me!
"Potter belongs... to me!" Draco said softly.
"Huh?"
Draco's nostrils flared with anger as he glared at the two, "I said, Potter belongs... TO ME!" a surge of wind flared throughout the room. The Dark Lord stayed standing as Greyback staggered, wincing as he covered his face. Draco felt a tugging sensation in his navel, and the next moment he knew, he was gone. He felt being squeezed through a tight tube, iron clamps keeping him in place. The sensation stopped the moment it began, and Draco found himself standing right outside of the Leaky Cauldron. He stumbled, falling onto the wall to keep himself standing. Dazed, he sighed and stood straight, and went inside.
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Meanwhile, the Dark Lord and Greyback were left alone. Greyback turned to the Dark Lord. "Should I chase him?"
"No, give him time alone," Voldemort said, "He will return. If not for his belongings, then for his mother. However, I have more important matters to deal with than your runaway experiment." The Dark Lord turned and left the room.
Greyback snarled angrily, his fists curled as his face shook with rage, "That fucking boy," he growled out, "I swear I will rip out his guts for humiliating me!"
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Draco ordered a room at the Leaky Cauldron. Alone in his room, he stood in front of the mirror, replaying the morning's events in his head. Potter... he said that Potter belonged to him. "Why did I say that?" Draco groaned. Frowning deeply, he stared at his reflection, wearing only pants, when a house-elf appeared with his breakfast. Draco barely gave it notice as he stared at his reflection. "Why Potter…" he continued to groan. "I had my fantasy but to actually say that about the prat."
He stared at his pecs, and thoughts of what Greyback said came to the front of his mind. "Potter's an Omega? What does that mean? Did he do the same to Potter as he did me? Or was it voluntary—no. Nobody would choose this," Draco sighed and shook his head.
"He wants to take Potter," he muttered. Draco turned and walked to the small table that had his breakfast. He sat down and images of what would happen to Harry if Greyback got him flashed in his mind. Draco grimaced, "I can't believe I'm still thinking about this, this must be because of what he turned me into."
He stared down at his chest and abs. "I hate that I'm actually starting to like them," he muttered. "Stupid fucking wolf…" He shook his head, and tried to push down the odd feeling of guilt with his breakfast. When Draco was done, he stood once more and went to stand in front of the mirror again.
He did look strong. His arms were not beefy like a muscle-head idiot, instead he looked as though he took care of his body for appearance and use sake. The more he stared, the more Draco could see a dignity in his new body. His chest pushed out, yes, but they were not bulging with muscles and bigger than his head: they were graceful, a show of power and intelligence all at once, as though the potions forced into him mixed with his personality and obvious superiority over the common peasants.
A small smirked appeared on his face and he started to pose, rubbing his hands over his body. His mind again went back to Potter. "Stupid Potter," he muttered, "it's his fault I'm in this mess... but still," he grimaced as he thought of Greyback, "it would be bad if that wolf got Potter I guess." He did not know if it was his mind or the potions, but he started to think of the fantasies he had of Harry bowing down to him and submitting to him. His cock grew at the fantasy. Guilt slowly left as Draco's face turned confident. "Why should that disgusting wolf have Potter? I should," he said. "He's an Omega, I'm an Alpha, its only natural and right that I have him, even if it's just to piss that wolf off."
A small chuckle began in the back of Draco's throat, growing louder and stronger as he continued to stare and admire his body. "I'm better after all! Better looking, a better lover probably—Potter will be mine, even if is just to spite the wolf. Besides, I'm better for that prat than Greyback. He is the reason we're both in this mess—why should he get to reap his rewards?" His laugh grew as he smiled at his new body. Harry Potter will be his, Draco has already decided, but now he needed to know every single detail of his new muscles. A personal time will service, Draco figured as he started to slide his pants off. An hour or so of personal pleasure as he plots how he make the Omega his.
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Harry arrived late at night from his assignment with Dumbledore. The two separated as Harry went back into the Burrow only to find Ron and Hermione waiting for him in the kitchen. "Harry!" Hermione said when he entered.
"Why are you up?" Harry asked, "it's way past midnight."
"We were waiting for you," Ron shrugged. "Where did you and Dumbledore go?" Harry sat down at the table with them and looked at his two friends.
"It was like he said," Harry said, "we went to see an old professor, Professor Slughorn. He uhh took an interest in me."
"Really?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded to Ron. "He uh has this club thing, 'Slug Club' or something. It was full of his past students including my mum and… Voldemort," he said. The three were silent for a while. Harry looked between the two of them. "He doesn't seem bad, Slughorn I mean," he said. "The Death Eaters were looking for him too, but he was on the run."
"So, it's a good thing that Dumbledore's got him," Ron said in a slight questioning tone. Harry nodded.
"Yeah," he said, suppressing a yawn. "Anyway, he agreed to work in Hogwarts again."
"So, he'll be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Ron concluded. Harry only answered with a yawn. He got out of his chair and stretched.
"Sorry, but I'm so tired," he said.
"Seems fair, we should go to sleep too Ron," Hermione said, "just one more question, when you said that Professor Slughorn was interested in you, is it because of…" she trailed off, not able to finish her question.
Harry shook his head, "It's because of my scar, Dumbledore kept the monthly problem to himself as did I," he said. "Slughorn kept going on about my scar, and how I'm 'the Chosen One' as the Daily Prophet puts it. Anyway, goodnight."
The three said their goodnights, and Harry went to his room, where he had his first full, restful sleep in a long while. There were no nightmares, no thoughts of Voldemort nor Greyback, just the peaceful lull of floating on clouds as he rocked gently in the air, rising up into the starry sky.