The Wolf
Waking up felt weird to Draco. You see, Vampires didn't sleep. And since he was a weird mix he didn't sleep quite that much either. He did sometimes need to rest for a while. But sleep was a bit like blood. He could very well go without it for a few days with no real repercussions.
So Draco did wake up as much anymore either, turning it into a bizzare experience sometimes.
And this was definitely bizarre. And the air surrounding him was just as strange.
Then there was that scent again. Not the sweet blissful one of salty iron and sweet magic.
This one was horrible.
Disgusting.
Making Draco suffocate of his own spit when he went into a caughing fit, trying to force the scent out of his lungs and away from his tongue.
"You're awake Mr. Malfoy. Good. I was wanting to ask you a few questions before letting you die or whatever you creatures call your end."
Draco scowled at the man that was sitting in a stool by his bed, to Draco's right. The man was tall, Draco could see that even in his sitting position, and his face was covered in long scars, that looked like a violent animal had attacked him. Or perhaps the guy was the animal.
"You reek of dog."
The blond man let out something like a chuckle, though it was a bit more sinister than it had any right to be.
"Your funny for a dead guy."
Something suddenly clicked. Draco was out of his bed and grbbing his wand in less than a second, hissing at the werwolf infront of him. His fangs had popped in defense, and he was ready to rip the guys head of before he realised that the guy was already pointing two wands at him.
Wait two?
Draco looked at the thermometer in his hand in disbelief. Had he really mistaken THAT as a wand? He really was out of it wasn't he.
"Why are you here?"
Draco's eyebrows furrowed. What was this? Who even was the guy to think he could point Draco's own wand against him.
"To learn? What do you want me to say? This is a school."
Draco quipped. The guy didn't seem to appreciate Draco's sense of humor though, and fired off a stinging charm, that sent a tingle down his side.
"Who send you here?"
"Wait until my father hears about this! He's gonna have you ripped apart by your limbs, like your kind deserves."
This time the laugh the older man gave was heartfelt and deep.
"I'm going to ask you one last time: Who send you to kill Harry Potter?"
Draco paused. So that's why this guy was so angry. He thought Draco was here to kill him.
"Where you send to kill him?"
Draco echoed. Not to annoy thd werewolf though. Ok maybe a little bit. But the white haired boy was extremely curious. The question did earn Draco a stinging charm though.
"Ow. What was that for? I want Severus! Bring him here so he can kick your bottom for attacking a student."
"A student? You?"
"I'm thirteen. Attacking a minor is kind of a big criminal offense. Especially with evil intent."
The other seemed to hesitate, before he let out another stinging charm. The guy could be glad that that spell didn't even hurt half as much as it would without being a vampire.
"Dumbledore hasn't informed me there would be a bloodthirsty monster on this school."
"Well I didn't know I was meeting one either until it hexed me unconscious on the train right in front of my friends."
The werwolf observed Draco closely. Then something clicked for Draco. Dumbledore. The Hogwarts Express.
"I didn't think Hogwarts would sink so deep as to hire one of you as a teacher. Must be hard to not be in control once a month. Aren't you scared your gonma rip off someone's head?"
He was. Draco could see it the twitch of his eyes.
"Maybe Harry Potter would do for a nice snack once the moon comes up."
Maybe Draco was enjoying ryling the professor up, a bit too much, given that the guy was still pointing two wands at his face.
"Professor Lupin!"
An angry voice boomed through the infirmary. Why Madame Pomfrey wasn't here already was beyond Draco. He was glad to see Severus though.
"Picking on students now are we?"
In a handful of powerful strides, Severus was there, pushing Draco behind him.
The teacher furrowed his eyes at Draco's godfather.
"Why would Dumbledore allow a blood sucking monster to roam these halls as a student?"
"Perhaps, because it doesn't have to concern him. Why did he allow you to go to the school in our time?"
Werwolves are dangerous once a month. This one is always dangerous."
Draco couldn't quite see his godfathers face, but he could swear there was a condescending smile in place there.
"Curious."
"I don't kill people!"
Draco found his voice again.
"Have never killed people."
"You wanted to kill Harry though. On the train. I saw that hunger in your eyes."
Guilt made it's way on Draco's face. He really had lost control.
"I wasn't able to dampen my seses since I'm not really allowed to use my wand out of school grounds."
Severus and the werwolf were staring each other down until the other teacher finally sunk the wands in his hands.
"So Dumbledore doesn't know about...your condition?"
"And it will stay that way. The boy doesn't deserves to be treated differently just because of an unfortunate accident in hus childhood."
Professor Lupin laughed merrily now, as if Severus had told the best joke of the century.
"Wow. How the tables can turn. Didn't know you have such strong feelings about inequality. Didn't seem like that when we went to school, Snivellus!"
Suddenly another door opened, making all of them turn.
There was Madam Pomfrey, hurrying her way towards them.
"What are you doing out of bed Draco? Come here. Lie down."
Draco's wand had been placed on the bedside table, so as soon as he lay down? Checking this time whether it was really a wand he was grabbing, before taking it in his hand and murmuring the spell that he could almost do silent now.
'Madefacere Odorem.'