"You can't negotiate with them," Draco said. "They only respond to power and what the alpha wants. The alpha won't back down, because it's showing weakness."
Ron grimaced. "Can we... umm... break the alpha's power? Authority?"
"Yeah... kill him. I mean, another could take over if the alpha is injured... but I can't imagine the werewolves... in wolf form... would suffer contender for alpha in the pack. The beta maybe... but the alpha removes any threats to his command."
"It's like that in wolf packs. The young adult wolves might get forced out if they challenge the alpha."
"And werewolves are even more vicious. They... they f-fought over me... before they turned me. Greyback killed one and the others submitted, though a few tested him."
Ron's mouth dropped in horror at Draco's revelation. The implication that the werewolves had fought for... the right to bite him. Of course, Harry knew it wasn't just a bite. Fenrir mounted him as a wolf... in front of the other wolves. Showing his dominance over Draco and the pack. Draco was Fenrir's... to torture and impregnate. 
Harry didn't realize he was growling until Hermione touched his arm. "Calm down. We'll figure it out... we always do," she urged.
"Well, I can challenge the alpha... kill him and take command of the pack."
"Harry! You're talking about killing someone! You didn't even kill V-Voldemort!" she said, disturbed by his desire to kill.
Harry wasn't perturbed by it. Killing things was a werewolf thing. Sometimes you have to kill your adversaries and rivals to your pack and mate. "If you can figure another way out of this situation, I will gladly consider it!"
Draco looked up, resigned, and whispered, "I won't go back. I already told Harry, but you might as well know, too. I won't let myself go back. I'll kill myself. I was already trying before you captured me. I can't... I won't live like that."
Hermione's scent changed to sadness and pain. She was getting attached to Draco. She reached and took his hand. "At least... give us time to rescue you, Draco. We will always come for you."
Draco nodded. "Pack."
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Now... we should... talk about what happened during the full moon."
Harry froze, guilt and embarrassment flooded through him. Draco gave him a smirk, though.
"I mean... you cast magic... in full werewolf form. Wolves under Wolfsbane can't use wandless magic... Remus was sure of it, and he said that when he wasn't taking it, he had no realization that magic existed. So...."
Draco's head lifted up. Anger spiked the air. "You told Lupin?"
Hermione leveled with him. "He's a friendly adult werewolf who's been living with this condition for decades, Draco. He kind of is a subject matter expert. Whatever reason you don't like him, we need his help. He told me what books to find for you and what to expect. Werewolves don't exactly document their weaknesses, struggles or what happens when they turn. They are private. I'm sure you noticed that most of the books are only observations of werewolves."
Draco grumbled under his breath, unhappy. Harry didn't like that. He had been avoiding Lupin, too. It wasn't entirely because Draco didn't like him. He felt guilty for what he had done... what he made Draco do without his permission.
"Can you... is there a reason why I can't talk to Remus? We've known him for a long time. He's the reason we found you, Draco."
Draco took a deep, exasperated breath and shook his head. "No. It's just. He... he's another wolf. I was scared of Harry... until we spent the moon together. Lupin... any wolf really... is... someone who can hurt me."