What the fuck? Where did that come? He turned his head back down, confused again. A wolf thing? He didn't know how wolves really worked. He wasn't exactly expecting to be turned. 
Potter's voice was gentle, though. "Draco? I'm sorry... I'm not going to leave you."
Draco didn't answer. He had no idea what was happening... has happened. Well... Draco knew the Mark had faded. The healer had called him a criminal. Was the war over? Was the Dark Lord really gone? And why... why... was Potter here? Why did he... rescue him? Why is he protecting him? Why would he?
He trembled and tears came out. He had shed so many since the full moon. Since Greyback took everything from him and more. Fuck... he was going to hunt him down. He had bitten him and marked him - a different mark than the Dark Lord's. Greyback said that he was his and he could always find him. Draco started breathing faster.
"Shh... calm down, Draco," Potter said and took his hand. "I won't let anyone hurt you, again."
Draco risked another glance at him. Potter was strong... and he had, most likely, defeated the Dark Lord. He believed that Potter could protect him... he just didn't believe Potter would. They were enemies... right? But the look in Potter's eyes didn't seem like they were. What the fuck? He was baffled.
"You look confused," Potter stated.
Draco nodded, slowly. "Why?" he said, his voice low. It still hurt from the screaming.
Potter frowned. "Why did you deny it was me at your house, Malfoy?"
Draco looked away. Truth be told, sometimes he wished he hadn't, but Potter was going to defeat the Dark Lord. There was a bloody prophecy spouting that fact. Potter had to live. The Dark Lord was Death.
"Draco? You knew it was me... and they said that... you let me have your wand, too."
Draco's eyes watered. They, the Death Eaters or whoever, told Potter what happened... and his permanent punishment. Greyback's bitch. He took a shaky breath.
"W-What h-happened? Is he... gone?" he whispered.
"He is. They both are."
Draco looked at him, confused.
"Wasn't sure you wanted me to say their names. Voldemort... and Greyback."
Draco did flinch at both their names, but his mouth dropped. "Greyback? He's... gone... really gone?" he whispered.
Potter nodded, solemnly. "I promise. I saw his body. He's definitely dead."
Draco breathed easier. "And... me? What's going to happen? The healer said...."
"Don't listen to what that healer said. Kingsley is Minister of Magic, now. He promised me that he'd pardon you of anything. I'll hold him to that."
Draco blinked and asked, again, "Why?"
"We're just kids, Draco. You didn't have a choice... obviously."
Draco blushed. Potter found him being fucked in the hut they chained him in after Greyback was summoned by his master. He knew that he was the pack bitch. The Omega, whatever that means.
"I also promised your mother," Potter continued.
Draco lifted his eyes. Mother. "Is she...?"
"She's alive and well," he started. But there was a tone.
"What is it?"
"She... umm... is under arrest... for... umm... torture and murder."