A Wolf\'s Heart

Standing the older wizard carefully hefted the medium sized wolf up and quickly aparated away. Soon appearing in the Master bathroom of Malfoy Manor Lucius set Ron down on the cool linoliam floor rushing out.

"Draco! Come to my bathroom!" He hollered out the door before moving to the large claw footed tub and turning on the water, filling it with nice warm water. Leaning towards the wolf he made a soft comforting noise. "It's alright Weasley. You're safe here."

"What's going on father?" Draco raced in, skidding slightly as he turned around the door frame, gasping when he saw the werewolf looking up at him. Ron whimpered and lowered himself farther down, his ears pinning back. "What the bloody hell?"

"This is your class mate......Weasley. Help me get him into the tub. He's injured." Lucius beckoned his son over as he moved to slide his hands under the wolves shoulders. Draco skirted around the two and lifted the wolves hind quarters up, helping his father maneuver to the tub where they laid the other down in the water. Ron whimpered feeling the warm water wash over his cuts, burning them. "Hush.." Lucius ran a hand over the ginger wolf's head.

"What happened to him?" Draco grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and helped his father clean the wound before placing a salve on it. Feeling the cooling gel on the cut the wolf made a small appreciative sound in the back of his throat, looking up at Draco with his amber eyes.

"The dark lord had Fenrir and his pack attack the Burrow...it seems that they turned young Ronald in the processes." After the wound mended itself with both the aid of the salve and the werewolf's naturally amazing healing the older wizard grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured a bit into his hand, passing it to Draco before beginning to massage it into the wolf's scalp and shoulders, watching as the mud and blood washed out and turned the water a murky reddish brown color. Draco blinked before doing the same, running his fingers through the soft ginger fur before rinsing his hands off in the water and levitated the shower hose over to spray the right temperature of water to rinse the wolf off.

"There you go Weasel...all clean and healed." He grinned before frowning. "Guess I can't really call you that...." His brow furrowed as he summoned a towel and Lucius banished the dirty water. "So what are we going to do with him?" He looked up at his father, handing him the towel.

"Well, he's going to sleep off the rest of the full moon tonight and tomorrow we will all talk." Lucius placed the towel down and simply cast a drying spell on the wolf. "Now up you get Weasley, we're not going to pamper you like some show poodle." A small growl escaped Ron as he jumped out of the tub, his long claws tapping on the floor. "Draco, he'll have to stay in your room, obviously he's been given a wolfsbane so he's not going to attack you."

"But father! Why can't he sleep in the living room! Like a real-"

"Because, Draco," His fathers eyes hardened a bit. "He is not a real dog. He is still a classmate of yours." With that said the elder Malfoy turned and left the room, his cloak billowing behind him as he went to change for the night.

"Well come on Weasley," Draco sighed, leaving the bathroom with Ron on his heels. Taking in the site of Malfoy manor was different, each smell caught his attention and without thinking he found himself sticking his nose right in the back of Draco's knee, nearly making the blond fall over. "Damn it Weasley what are you doing?" Ron only tilted his head with an innocent look in his eyes. Draco only scowled before continuing down the large hall. As they walked up the stairs that lead to the bedrooms Draco smiled seeing Ron sniffing the ground and walking ahead of him. He almost wondered if the wolf could tell where his room was just by following the scent. Speeding up a bit Draco made sure to keep in step with the wolf before they finally reached his chambers. Ron gave a small bark as if to say 'I knew it!' and looked up at Draco. Opening the door Draco stepped in before moving to side. "Well come on." Ron stepped in, again looking around and taking in his surroundings.

Walking over to his bed Draco began to change. "Turn around Weasley. I don't care if you're a wolf or not, I know you're still a Ronald Weasley under that fur." Ron gave Draco a wolfish smile before turning and sitting on his haunches. Quickly the blond changed into a pair of green silk pajamas and crawled into bed. "Ok." Ron turned around and ran, leaping up onto the bed. "No! You can't sleep up here! Sleep on the floor!" Ron whined. "Oh fine. But only tonight, considering you're probably leaving tomorrow." Draco laid down as Ron snuck under the covers and laid his head on a pillow, catching Draco's sent all around him. It was new.....and so comforting. "Night Weasley..." Draco's voice was a soft whisper as he closed his eyes, Ron could only give him a huffed response as he too fell into a deep slumber, lulled by the sound of someone else next to him and the strong sweet sent of pine. So that's what Malfoy smells like....it's...nice...


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The next morning found a very...naked Ron waking up to the pointed face of the ice prince himself. Yelping Ron fell back and off the bed, taking the blankets with him. His yelp woke Draco rather violently as the blond shot up looking around with tired silvery eyes.

"Bloody hell Weasley...can't you wake up like a.." He stopped when he saw Ron, his bare chest heaving, the blankets barely clinging to his hips. "Hold on I'll go grab you a pair of my fathers old robes...." Shaking his head he got up and left the room, unable to get the image of the other teens body out of his mind. See Draco Malfoy knew he was gay, and anyone who didn't know this was either daft or a Gryffindor....or Ronald Weasley.

Ron meanwhile jumped up as soon as the door had shut and dove onto the bed. What the hell is going on....why am I- Everything suddenly came to him, there was an attack, his mother threw the flew into the fire and he jumped into it...then he was found by Malfoy senior and the two cleaned him up. Blinking Ron shook his head, things where not going as well a he would have liked. And waking up, naked, next to one of the hottest guys in Hogwarts was not what he was expecting out of his first full moon. What am I going to do...

His thoughts where interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. "Here, they're a set of fathers old robes that he doesn't wear. You can't have them but he says you can wear them." Draco tossed them on the bed. "The bathroom is through there, and knock before you come out I'm changing as well."

"Thy do I have to change in there?" Ron scowled deeply, his ginger eyebrows furrowing.

"Because it's my room."

"Yeah but I'm naked." The statement was blunt as if he where saying 'duh'. Draco grumbled something about having to burn his sheets and grabbed his own set of robes before stalking into the bathroom to change.

Not long after Ron quickly began to change. For the most part it wasn't that bad, though trust a Malfoy to have pants that lace up. Sighing he figured out what to do about the pants then put on the top before finally pulling the rest of the robes on, having a hard time with the clasps. He had lost himself in trying to work the bloody silver ornaments when something alerted his senses, not two seconds later a pair of white hands took the clasp and fitted it together making the werewolf jump away quickly.

"Bloody hell Weasley, what are you a scared rabbit?" The blond set his hands on his hips as he looked up at the other teen. Seeing him in the robes, towering over the Slytherin...he had changed since they're sixth year. Now here the Weasley stood, a man practically, his form almost too muscular for the elder Malfoys clothing. He had become so handsome, and Draco never noticed. "Well come on, father wants to talk to you." He cleared his throat and began walking around Ron before heading down stairs.

Ron followed, looking around at the different sights. Sure he had seen it all the night before but now he got it in color. As they walked the red head caught a few familiar scents, the pine that seemed to drift in front of him...that was Draco. The polish off the wooden banister, and coffee from somewhere ahead of them. Along with....food. When the two reached the dinning room Draco made h is way over to his mother, kissing her on the cheek.

"Good morning mum." He smiled before sitting down.

"Good morning Draco...and I see this is the stray my husband found last night." She looked to Ron, looking him up and down with a critical eye before taking a sip from her tea. "Well don't ju-"

"You're going to kill me aren't you? You turn me in to You-Know-Who?" Ron's body shook, more with anger then fear. "You won't get away with it! Harry will find a way to-"

"Oh shut up Weasley." Draco drawled.

"Draco." His father warned before turning to the red head. "No Weasley we are not going to kill you, and we are not going to turn you into the Dark Lord. You have a lot to learn about us Malfoys." He smiled motioning for Ron to sit next to Draco. "Actually it's quite the opposite. After you're mother sent you through the flew you're father notified me where you where."

"You're lieing why would-"

"Because my father is like Uncle Severus is." Draco rolled his eyes. "He's a spy." Ron gaped, Lucius Malfoy was in fact a spy? There was no way...well that is what they had thought about Snape but still.

"Here, this came from your mother this morning." Narcissa handed him an envelope with his mothers identical hand writing. Ripping it open he read it quickly.

--Ron,

Please, trust the Malfoys. They may be pricks at times but you're safe there. Everyone is alright so don't worry, just lay low and stay there. They can't find you there.

Mum--

Ron blinked and nodded, he knew it was real..his mothers sent was all over it. She had been worried when she wrote it, and yet happy that he was alright. He set the letter down. "Just cause my mum and dad think you guys are ok...doesn't mean I'm gonna be all chummy."

"Oh Merlin forbid Weasley." Draco rolled his eyes. "You do know that your first full moon lasts three nights right?" He looked uninterested as he pushed his eggs around his plate.

"Yeah....Remus said something about that...." Ron shifted as he looked down at the plate which Mrs. Malfoy had set in front of him, it must have been a mother thing the place food in front of a teenagers face. But he couldn't deny that he was famished, quickly he speared a sausage with his fork and began to eat.


So things at the Malfoy house where going to be...weird to say the least. But hey....the food was good.