Chapter 1
Draco gazed up at the intimidating, old building, trying not to show any trace of fear or nervousness. His small suitcase held in front of him, banging at his knees. The good-for-nothing Auror that had been assigned to him didn’t give Draco any chance to make a snide remark about the overgrown garden or peeling paint on the front door. Auror What’s-his-face only gave Draco a sharp shove towards the front door and banged on the wood so hard, Draco thought he might bring the whole damn house down.
Draco wanted nothing more to be anywhere else in the world. Well… except Azkaban, of course. Though, with his newly acquired condition, his whole body felt like a prison. It had been at the battle of Hogwarts when he was attacked by Fenrir Greyback, one of the Dark Lord’s favorite weapons.
The wolf prowled the battlefield, licking his lips as he set his sights on the slender blonde girl. She was oblivious to him, bent over another student, casting a healing spell. An evil, maniacal grin spread across his face, and Draco knew what he was thinking- what he was going to do to poor Lovegood. And he couldn’t let it happen, could he? She was his cousin. His family. Sure, estranged, but Draco didn’t exactly have much family left. Now was not the time to be picky. Before he let his cowardice talk him out of it, he cast a stunning spell at the beast, drawing its attention. Not only had he outed himself as being against the Dark Lord, he now had an angry werewolf barreling towards him.
“You’re gonna regret that, you filthy blood-traitor.” Greyback sneered, pouncing on Draco.
He didn’t remember much after that. He remembered the pain, the screaming- both his and the people around him. He remembered waking up in St. Mungo’s, Snape hunched over at his bed, the dark circles under his eyes worse than usual. He remembered learning that Mother was dead. (Father too, though he didn’t feel too much about that at all).
And now he was here. At the home of the only person in the world wiling to take him in.
Remus Lupin opened the door, giving a respectful nod to Auror Who-Fucking-Cares. His gaze then turned to Draco and softened substantially, looking almost pitiful. Draco sure hated that.
He knew he looked awful- covered in scars from the attack, his stupid ears and tail twitching and reacting to every little noise. He couldn’t wait until he mastered his lycanthropy enough to detransform completely- but as for now, he barely had control over basic urges, let alone his outward manifestation.
Lupin beckoned Draco in. “Why don’t you have a seat on the couch? I’ll be right there to go over things with you.”
Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes as that kindly, sweet-as-honey smile before walking into the living room of Grimmwauld Place. Much to his surprise, Harry Fucking Potter off all people was on the couch, which Lupin had conveniently forgotten to mention.
Draco stood there like an idiot, eyes wide at the other boy, lounging on the couch messing with a small box with buttons on it.
Potter had only gotten more attractive since Draco had last seen him. Tall, muscular- nothing like that little boy he had been in first year. Of course, he now also had the addition of a jet-black pair of wolf ears and a tail to match them. At least Draco wasn’t going to be the only Werewolf in the house who was yet to gain control of his… affliction.
Potter finally looked up from the little box he was messing with, shooting an annoyed look at the blonde.
“You good? You’re allowed to sit down, you know.”
Draco scoffed, his tail annoyedly lashing back and forth. With a huff, he finally took a seat, unceremoniously dropping his luggage on the dark wood floor beside him. His ears strained to hear what Lupin might be discussing with the Auror. They must have cast a silencing spell, because Draco couldn’t hear shit even with his Werewolf-level hearing.
“So… you’re at professor Lupin’s home because…?” Draco started, curious as to what Potter of all people was doing here. Draco had known the other had been fond of the man, but wouldn’t have expected him to just be hanging about his house.
Much to Draco’s frustration, Potter only quirked a confused eyebrow at him, making him feel stupid for even asking.
“What? I live here. Remus is one of my adoptive parents.” He replied, as if everyone was supposed to just *know* that.
Draco’s brows furrowed together. He hadn’t known that. The implications of this knowledge were beginning to dawn on him and he had to focus to keep his ear from twitching nervously.
“You… you don’t mean to say that you live here?”
Potter sat up a bit, a slight smirk beginning to tug at his lips. “I do indeed. That won’t be a problem for you, will it?” He asked with mock-concern.
Draco felt his blood beginning to boil, but he still had dozens of more questions.
“You said Lupin is *one* of your adoptive parents… who exactly is the other?”
Potter opened his mouth to reply, when both of them heard a door in the kitchen slam.
“I’m home!” A man’s voice called from the other room.
Draco felt his eye twitch. Just how many people lived in this damn house?! And why did that voice sound strangely familiar…
A tall, pale man walked into the room in which Draco and Harry were sitting. His eyes widened slightly at Draco’s presence, but his face quickly morphed into a cool, uninterested expression.
“So… you’re the kid Remmy was so intent on bringing in?” He sighed, running a hand through his long, black hair.
“Sirius Black…” Draco whispered to himself, not really answering the man’s question. Draco had remembered seeing quite a few articles in the prophet about him and had stumbled upon his name a couple of times when looking through old family archives- estranged from the family, a blood traitor- a criminal. These words described Sirius Black, yes, but also Draco Malfoy.
Just then, Remus entered the room. “Sorry about that Draco- was just going over a couple things with your Auror-“ he paused when he saw that Harry and Sirius were both also in the room, making Draco very uncomfortable indeed.
The older Werewolf glared at the two, but didn’t scold them. Not for now…
“Ah… I see you’ve been chatting with my husband, Sirius.”
Draco crossed his arms defensively over himself, feeling very outnumbered. “He just arrived. I wasn’t aware there would be other people living here…” he murmured with a slight growl.
“Your Auror didn’t tell you?” Remus asked, looking concerned.
“I suppose he didn’t deem it important.”
Remus sighed- he should’ve known better than to trust a cop to do his job properly.
“I’m sorry about that, Draco. I’m sure this is only making this whole process overwhelming. Harry, why don’t you go put a kettle on? Some tea will do us all some good.”
Potter seemed uncomfortable leaving Draco alone with his dads, though Draco couldn’t imagine why. *Yes, Potter. I, a teenage boy, am going to attack your lovely little family the second you turn your back. Idiot.*
Once Harry was out of the room, both Lupin and Black took a seat where he had been sitting, across from Draco. As opposed to Lupin, Black’s gaze was sharp, unfriendly- as if he expected Draco to begin insulting them both out of nowhere.
“Right…” Lupin finally began to continue, “I’m sure this is all very overwhelming. You’ve… lost a lot. But, as you know, I’ve been a Werewolf for many years- I’m here to guide you through everything, so please don’t hesitate to ask me any questions.”
Draco shifted uncomfortably. Of course he had questions, like hell he was going to ask them to a complete stranger. He had done his best to research his condition on his own, only to find that there was frustratingly little research on the subject; not to mention the amount of misinformation and fear-mongering bullshit that plagued any writings on the topic.
“As I said before, Sirius is my husband. Harry is our son, and we’ve been raising him the past few years.” Lupin’s voice quieted slightly as he continued, “I know you and Harry have had… troubles, in the past- but I do hope you’re both passed all that now. I mean, obviously there may be some tensions, especially with the both of you being Werewolves-“ Lupin cut himself off, sensing his rambling. “Anyway- sorry- do you have any questions so far?”
Draco nervously fidgeted with his sleeve, avoiding eye-contact. “Well…”
Before he could say anything, Potter came back into the room, setting out a tray of mismatched mugs. His dads had taken his spot on the one couch, so now the only place left was… next to Draco. He did his best to not make a face as he sat down next to the blonde.
Draco shot him a look that was in between shocked and angry before spitting out what he was about to say. “Did the Auror say anything to you? About me?”
The two men across from him shared a confused, mildly concerned look.
“Er… not really. He was just telling me some of the rules and regulations. Stuff you already know, about not being allowed to have a wand and such. Why? Is there something you want us to know about you?” Remus questioned, leaning forward slightly.
Draco quickly shook his head, relieved that the Auror hadn’t spilled anything.
Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious of the young Werewolf. “Right… well. How about we lay down some ground rules, then?”
Remus shot a chiding look at his husband. “Sirius! He just got here! Stop trying to intimidate him!”
“Oh please-“
“I’m not intimidated!” Draco cut in indignantly before Black could bicker further. “I’ve heard enough stories of Black from my mother to know he’s not much of a threat. A disappointment? Sure. But not a threat.”
Sirius’s eyes flashed with anger. “Here’s a rule: don’t fucking disrespect me ever again, got it?”
“That’s enough! Enough from both of you.” Remus yelled, putting a comforting hand on Sirius’s shoulder. “Harry, why don’t you go show Draco his room? I need to have a little talk with this *adult man* about how to act like an *adult*.” He said exasperatedly.
Harry looked annoyed at the request, but nodded, clearly eager to please Remus. He gestured for Draco to follow him as he began towards the stairs.
Draco quickly grabbed his suitcase before hurrying after Potter, heart beating fast. He hadn’t expected Black to get so mad. It was barely an insult.
Potter led him upstairs and down a hallway, stopping at a door. “Here’s your room. Bathroom is next door, on your left. Oh and…” he got close, forcing Draco up against the wall. “Don’t fuck around like you just did- Remus may be a saint when it comes to your rotten attitude, but I’m not going to put up with your shit.” With that, he backed away, leaving a very shaken Draco to unpack.
The room was a decent size, with decor that was rather nice, if a bit outdated. It was clear this house had once been quite luxurious, and it hadn’t lost that impression even after what seemed like years of abandonment. Draco set his suitcase down on the bed, beginning work on unpacking his belongings. There wasn’t much; he had only been allowed by the Auror to bring one case full- not to mention many things of his old home had been destroyed by the Death Eaters permitted to live there over the course of the previous year. (Draco had cried many times over shattered family heirlooms…)
Draco shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts away. He didn’t want to think of that now. Or ever, for that matter. He put away almost everything, hesitating at the last item in his suitcase. It was a stuffed dragon his mother had gifted him when he was a child, and he held onto it after all these years, even though he found that fact embarrassing. He couldn’t help it- it was comforting. Soft. From his mother. And he wasn’t ever going to get anything from his mother ever again. He startled at the knock at his door and quickly shoved it underneath the pillow of his bed.
Harry opened the door (*why bother knocking if you’re just going to storm in anyway?*), and stared at Draco.
“…What? Can I help you with something?” Draco demanded, not having forgotten the aggressiveness of their previous interaction.
“It’s dinner time. Come downstairs.” Potter replied simply.
Draco sighed. Did they all have to eat together? “I’m not really hungry.” He said dismissively, turning his attention to running his finger along the fabric of the blanket under him.
Potter’s jaw clenched, as if Draco had personally offended him by not wanting to come to dinner. “Well, Remus still wants to talk with you- can’t imagine why, but he does. So come downstairs.” Draco’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. When did Potter become so demanding? The way he said the command made something in Draco want to obey, much to his mortification.
Draco turned so Potter couldn’t see the redness of his face. “…fine.” He murmured quietly, feeling weirdly upset. He knew Potter hated him, but did he really have to be such an asshole? Did he even know what Draco had been through these past few months? Did he just not care?
Draco awkwardly got up from his bed and followed Harry downstairs and into the kitchen, silently fuming the whole time.
“Ah, there you are Draco. Did you get unpacked okay? Is the room to your liking?” Remus greeted him as he sat down.
Draco just nodded, turning his attention to the food at the table. It looked like food from a muggle establishment, packed in little white cartons. It smelled great, Draco had to admit, but the thought of eating made him nauseous for some reason.
The tension emanating from Sirius was obvious, and while Draco felt like he should apologize for his earlier comment, it just felt to weird saying sorry to some man he barely knew.
While he was contemplating the decision, the kitchen door suddenly swung open.
A tall, lanky… girl? Boy? Came waltzing in. They were dressed in a way that would’ve given Narcissa a heart attack; A fishnet top with a cropped tank top over it, a rude gesture illustrated on the front with sequins. Their pants were black and baggy, with a series of charms and chains hanging off wherever they could, and to finish it off, big platform boots. The thing that intrigued Draco most was their hair- it was shaggy, in a fashionable sort of way, fading from one color to the next. Red, blue, green- Draco wondered if it was some sort of spell- and if it was, he had never seen anything like it.
“Just how many people live here?!” Draco said exasperatedly, rubbing his temples. At first, he had thought he was moving in with one Remus Lupin. Then, he found Potter, then Sirius Black and now…
“Draco, this is Tonks.” Remus introduced, a slight apology in his eyes. “I was just about to tell you about them- but I guess they decided to finally make their presence known.”
Tonks shrugged with a smirk, pulling out a chair next to Draco, surprising him slightly.
“Aw, were you guys really gonna eat without me? Chinese too? You know that’s my favorite.” Tonks said in a whiny voice, loading their plate up.
“We didn’t exactly know when you’d be back- remember how I told you to send me a message via Patronus about your whereabouts?” Lupin sighed, sounding relieved yet exasperated at the same time. Sirius put a comforting hand on his arm.
“Come on now, Tonks is technically an adult- they don’t have to notify us of every little thing.” Sirius pointed out, voice uncharacteristically gentle.
“Yeah, exactly!” Tonks agreed, mouth half-stuffed, “listen to your husband, Moony.” They then turned to Draco, poking him in the ribs, as if to see if he was real or merely an illusion.
“So, this is the Malfoy kid? I’m surprised he actually came.” They commented, amusement flickering in their eyes. Draco still couldn’t tell if they were a man or woman, even this close up.
“What do you even mean by that?” He scoffed, gently moving their hand away. “Where else would I have gone?”
Tonks shrugged, hair turning a vibrant purple as they looked over to Harry with interest. “From what Harry says, you have a lot of connections, guess I figured you’d run off to France or something.”
For some reason, it intrigued Draco that Potter was talking about him to his family when he wasn’t around. He turned to Potter with a raised eyebrow.
Harry glared over at Tonks, and would’ve kicked them under the table if not for Draco being in the way.
Tonks laughed at his glare, and reached over Draco to ruffle his ears. “Aw, lighten up- you’ve been so cranky since your transformation…”
Draco, who now had a complete stranger basically in his lap in order to taunt Potter, felt his face heat. Was it normal for families to be this relaxed with each other? He didn’t have any siblings, but couldn’t imagine acting like this at dinner with his parents, even if he did.
“Tonks, sit in your seat.” Lupin sighed. “And, it’s perfectly normal for Harry to act a little ‘cranky-‘ the transformation is throwing his hormones all out of wack and-“
“Yeah, okay that’s enough, thanks Remus!” Harry interjected loudly, a slight blush even showing up on his darker skin.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about- it’s completely natural, besides it’s good for Draco to hear too.” Remus said with a frown, as if he couldn’t possibly understand why Harry wouldn’t want to be having a chat about his out of wack hormones right now.
“No that’s fine, I’m also good on that information.” Draco said quickly, trying to ignore Tonk’s poor attempts to hide their laughing.
“So Draco…” They finally said after a moment. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”
Draco only blinked, a bewildered look on his face. “No?”
“Good! You can come shopping with me- you definitely need a style upgrade now that you’re living out of pureblood society.”
Draco was glad he hadn’t eaten anything, or he surely would have spit it out just now. Were they seriously asking him, a werewolf, an enemy to them in the war, and a complete stranger, to go out shopping with them?
“Absolutely not.” Harry snapped before Draco could even think of a response. “Are you out of your mind, Tonks? He’s not some new little doll for you to play dress up with- he’ll probably attack the first muggleborn he sees.”
Draco felt his ears pin back at that little comment, but luckily, Tonks interjected before he said anything he would later regret.
“Aw, is poor Harry jealous? Don’t worry, you can come too.”
Draco wondered if they meant Harry was jealous of him, for spending time with Tonks, or if he was jealous of Tonks, for spending time with him.
Harry just rolled his eyes at the comment. “Fine. I’ll come, just to make sure nothing… unsavory happens.”
“Oooh, thank you *so* much, what a hero.” Tonks replied sarcastically before turning to Draco. “Don’t worry about him- he’ll probs just lurk in the background, leering at you in all the cute new fits we’re gonna get you.”
Draco felt his face heat, but felt weirdly flattered by this attention Tonks was giving him. It wasn’t like the awkward, careful kindness Lupin had been offering- instead, it was if Tonks wasn’t even aware of the awkwardness, and instead stomped right past it in their big combat boots, already treating Draco as if they were close friends.
“…Alright. I suppose it beats staying stuck inside.” He agreed, giving Tonks a polite nod, much to their delight.
***
After dinner, which he didn’t eat (much to Remus’s concern and though he would never admit it, Sirius’s too), Draco got into the shower. He was feeling particularly uncomfortable with his body lately, and wanted to shower with the lights off, but didn’t want to have to explain that habit to his new housemates; so, the lights stayed on, much to his dismay.
He tried not to look at himself as he showered, careful to avoid touching any of his “girl” areas. His mom had promised that once he turned eighteen, she would schedule with the best surgeons in the country to fix his body, but Draco supposed none of that would ever happen now…
Draco dried off and put on his pajamas before leaving the bathroom. On his way, he unfortunately bumped into Potter. Again. Except now, his fucking boobs were out, with nothing to bind them. Luckily, his top was loose and hid them well, but he still was silently praying to whatever was out there that Potter wouldn’t notice.
“Oh… sorry, I thought you were back in your room already.” Harry muttered, eyes locked onto Draco’s wet hair. It took everything for him to resist reaching out to touch it…
“Yes, well- I was just about to go in there. Bye.” Draco replied quickly, trying to duck into his room before Potter could look at him any closer.
“Wait-“ Harry stopped him, grabbing him by the wrist, oblivious to Draco’s flinching. “I just… wanted to apologize for what I said at dinner. I know you don’t really believe all that blood supremacy stuff. I shouldn’t have said any of that.”
“I-It’s fine, really- Sorry, I’m just- tired, okay? Please let go.”
Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion, but he let go and watched Draco immediately duck into his room.
“Yeah, well… good night to you too.”