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Bill wants to scream, but his throat feels clogged. His eyes are wide open and bloodshot, and he stares up at the vicious beast pretending to be a man; Fenrir Greyback.
He has claws, despite being in human form, and the moon a waxing crescent. He slashes down, and Bill’s skin yields under his sharp claws, spilling crimson. His blood drips down his face, and his nose fills with its coppery smell.
He finally finds his voice, a scream tearing from his throat as Greyback slashes through him again, his claws ripping into the skin of his chest as if he’s paper mache.
He preys to any god that will listen, hoping that someone will come to his aid, hoping that he won’t die right here, right now, to Greyback.
He’s answered when Greyback suddenly cries out, his eyes flashing dangerously as he whirls around to face his attacker.
Bill is expecting someone he knows, someone he trusts. His breath comes out in sharp pants, and he sounds strangled as he gasps, his eyes finding his saviour.
His platinum blonde hair stands out among the shadows and darkness of the night, the pale moonlight aiding in making him almost glow. As the moon watches on, his pale skin glints, as does his hair, and his eyes. Everything about him is feathery light, as if he was touched by an angel.
Despite his looks, his eyes are guarded and his mouth is upturned into a sneer. He stands tall and confident, despite the shaking of his hands. He’s a jagged figure, standing proud as he faces off with Greyback, and Bill can only watch helplessly.
“Hello, pretty boy. Why’d you hex me?” Bill can hear the smirk in Greyback's voice, despite the tense line of his shoulders. Draco laughs humourlessly, shaking his head as he stares Greyback straight on. Bill can see his cracked lips and dark circles from where he’s laying, and he wonders briefly what this boy has been through.
“I just wanted to see your face when I fucking kill you.” Greyback snarls in anger, and starts forward. Draco is quicker, however, and his voice is hoarse as he screams with all the rage of a tormented soul.
“ AVADA KEDAVRA .” His spell is so powerful, so filld with emotion, that Greyback goes flying back, his body crashing into one of Hogwarts walls, metres back.
Bill switches his gaze back to Draco.
Draco’s chest is heaving and his hands are shaking violently now. Bill goes to speak, but finds that words have eluded him. Draco barely casts a look in Bill’s directly, before turning tail and taking off. All the other Death Eaters have long left, leaving Draco to make his way off of Hogwarts’ grounds on his lonesome.
Bill watches his figure get smaller and smaller, ignoring the blood seeping into his eyes and mouth, as he spits the red substance out on the grass.
Harry finds him minutes later, stumbling over to his body and muttering pleas and curses under his breath.
“Still alive.” Harry gasps in relief, and clutches at Bill’s body. “Thank god.”
Long after Bill’s taken to the hospital and healed, he thinks of Draco.
Long after Bill’s wounds have stopped hurting, he thinks of Draco.
Long after Bill’s wounds have turned to scars, he thinks of Draco.
He can’t get the image out of his head, it’s burned into his very retinas. Draco, an imposing, broken boy, standing off against Fenrir Greyback, know rabid wolf, with a fondness for children. Fondness for children. Fondness for–
Bill shoots up in his bed, his eyes glassy. That’s why Draco had such a vendetta against him, so much bubbling hatred and grief.
Bill thinks of Draco as he falls asleep, nearly every night. There’s something about him. Something so alluring , when it shouldn’t be. The memory of Draco is what urges him to leave Fleur, and he does so, and despite the subsequent slap he receives, he feels satisfied.
He can’t quite explain, not to anyone who asks, not even to himself. There’s just something about him. He’s got Bill hooked, even if he doesn’t know it.
Bill has to get his hands on the little Malfoy, he just has to. And he will. He’ll take him somewhere safe, somewhere quiet, and he’ll give him the world, even if that world is a gilded cage. First, though, he’ll have to make sure he survives the war.