Outside the fogged over window, the Scottish country rolled by. The compartment was empty, void of Harry's usual venting and Ron's obnoxious and constant eating. They were out hunting horcruxes while I was left behind to keep tabs on Snape. I looked up when the compartment door rolled open, and two familiar boys, now men, sporting robes with green crests walked in. "Zabini," I nodded, "Malfoy." Malfoy sat beside me, a little too closely, while Zabini sat across from us. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I knew they were Death Eaters, but Zabini and I had a silent truce after working together most of last year. Malfoy and I weren't even vicious towards one another anymore. As long as Harry and Ron didn't start trouble, the Slytherins kept to themselves.

"Figured you were the only one who wouldn't hex us for walking in the room," Zabini admitted. The war was raging, and everyone knew whose side Zabini and Malfoy were on. I looked to Malfoy, who was staring at me with an odd fascination.

"Malfoy, do you mind?" I made a gesture for him to slide over and he didn't move, just continued to stare at me with steel eyes that made me feel vulnerable and dirty to the bone.

"There's another thing, Granger," Zabini cleared his throat. "We'd like you to have your friends lay off."

"Doesn't feel so good now that you're the ones being harassed?" I arched my eyebrow.

"Granger," Zabini said warningly, with a little growl.

"Why seek out a mudblood's help?" I sneered. "Why not just run to your other Slytherin…"

"Don't," Malfoy growled, eyes turning gold. Both Zabini and I froze. He was still staring at me, but his upper lip was curled into what was halfway between a sneer and a growl. Zabini didn't look surprised, just scared.

"What Draco means is don't call yourself a mudblood. Not around him," Zabini sighed.

"Why?" I laughed. "Hell, he's been doing it for years. That's all you guys think of me as, right? A filthy little mudblood bint?" Malfoy was standing over me then, both hands gripping tight on my shoulders. I yelped and his eyes glowed gold.

"Don't!" I shook slightly, under his strong grip, and I felt something like claws tear into my back.

"Drake!" Zabini ripped him away, causing the claws to gash open both of my shoulders. "Fuck!" I stood, staring at both boys with wide eyes. I was in too much shock to feel the pain.

"What. Happened?" I said as calmly as I could while I was shaking.

"Take off your shirt," Malfoy ordered, standing over me again, eyes locked on my shoulder.

"Zabini!" I shrunk a little under Malfoy's intense stare, and backed away.

"Drake's a werewolf," Zabini admitted. "You're his mate. Just do what he wants."

"I'm not taking off my shirt!" I nearly shrieked. Malfoy growled viciously and advanced on me, his eyes that bright shade of gold.

"Are you wearing a tank top?" Zabini asked, "He needs to lick the wounds." I stared at him in shock, but then took off the cardigan I was wearing.

"Sit," Malfoy growled.

"You're not serious?" I looked at Zabini, "He's not going to…"

"Granger, he needs to lick the wounds so they close. He's not in his head right now, it's the wolf. So just shut up and let him," Zabini shot. I glared at him before sitting down beside Malfoy. He turned my shoulders and ran his tongue up the wound.

"No, no no!" I shot up and ran out of the compartment, still feeling the hot, wet trail on my shoulder. I ran into Dean's compartment and hid my face in his chest. Seamus recoiled, seeing my bloodied shoulders.

"Mione, what the hell happened?" Seamus demanded. I was shaking, and Dean wrapped his arms around me. Dean and I were friends, but this was the first time I'd ever come undone around him. Without Ron or Harry, Dean promised to take care of me this year.

"Granger, you're being irrational!" Zabini came running in after me and Seamus stood up with his wand drawn. Zabini put his hands up.

"Did you do this?" Seamus demanded.

"No," Zabini sneered, "but we were taking care of it before Granger ran away like a coward." Dean stood, drawing his wand.

"Get the fuck out of here, Death Eater," Dean snarled. I shook my head and brushed my hair out of my face.

"No, he's right, I was being irrational," I admitted, biting my lower lip. "I tell you everything once I have a grip on this, Dean." I stood up and Dean kissed my forehead.

"Just be careful." I followed Zabini back to the compartment, where Malfoy had his face buried in the cardigan I had left. He looked up, eyes still bright gold, and I had never been more afraid in my entire life.