"Hold him," he ordered, and two men grabbed him and forced him up onto his knees again. 
"Please! No!" Draco begged through tears, helpless against the strength of the werewolves.
"Shut up," Greyback muttered and came over with a fiery poker. "This is going to hurt... Omega."
They forced his head down, exposing his back, and then the iron struck his shoulder blade. He thought the Dark Mark was bad, as the branding iron seared his skin. He screamed so loud that he nearly passed out. His skin was raw and blistered from the scorching hot metal. It was beyond painful.
Greyback laughed and spread something cool over the brand. "Wouldn't want it to get infected. This will stop you from transforming. A little trick few wolves know, but it has to be done beforehand."
He wasn't sure what that meant either, being too weak and exhausted to work it out. But more tears streamed down his face from the pain and also knowing what they were going to do. They were going to change him.
"Stake him out. We're running out of moonlight!"
Draco whimpered as they pulled out wooden stakes and tied him to them, spread-eagled on his stomach. His torn clothes were stuffed under him, forcing his ass up on display. He nearly stopped breathing. He had never... not with anyone... and they were going to....
"You should be honored, bitch. An Alpha is going to take you. Luckily, I had enough time to drink some Wolfsbane. Some. This is still going to hurt, but lucky the wolf knows who's it's bitch." 
Draco was more scared than ever, and suddenly, his hard prick made sense. He was going to mount him... as a wolf. He nearly choked.
"No... please...." 
"I suggest you spend your remaining moonlight left begging me to prep you. Trust me... I'm ten times bigger as a wolf."
"Please... please don't...."
"Nah ah... beg me to stretch you, bitch, or scream as my prick tears you open! Your choice... beg me...."
Draco begged.
Weeks after Malfoy Manor, Harry had spotted the Horcrux sitting on top of the warlock bust, but he suddenly heard from behind. "That's Draco's wand!"
He turned quickly to see Blaise Zabini flanked by Goyle and Crabbe. Malfoy wasn't anywhere in sight.
"Finder's keepers, Zabini."
"So, the rumors were true. That bastard actually gave it to you," Goyle spat, and Zabini grimaced, eyeing his companions. 
"Malfoy didn't give it to me. I took it. Where is he anyway?" Harry said, stalling for time. Ron and Hermione weren't far, and he needed help.
"He's getting what he deserved," Crabbe added.
Harry blinked, confused. "What does that mean?"
"Don't you worry. Put down your wand. It's three-on-one," Goyle sneered, pointing his wand at him.
Zabini stopped them from moving forward. "Draco was the one who paid for your escape, asshole."
Harry glared. "I was about to die. You want me to feel sorry for him?"
"He betrayed the Dark Lord for you! He's a traitor," Crabbe growled.
Harry's mouth dropped. He didn't really consider what Malfoy had done... or not done.
"He's worse than dead," Zabini whispered, giving Harry the side-eye. Or maybe a wink?
"Now, surrender before we burn you alive," Crabbe threatened, loudly.