A raw, feral growl ripped from his throat as he slowly gained conciousness and stumbled to his hands and knees. Both his right arm and his head ached, though he quickly decided the splitting headache was the worse of the two evils.

His silver eyes slowly trailed up to stare blankly at the man in front of him while the arm that was not currently throbbingly numb clutched a blanket tighter around his shoulders.

"How long did I last?" He asked, visably wincing from the huskiness in his own voice.

"Not even an hour. You're getting worse and worse, Draco. At this rate we'll have to sedate you before your shift."

Another growl ripped from Draco's throat as he glared at the man. "That wasn't part of the deal."

"There's not much else we can do, Draco. You already have a cell to yourself, nobody nears the cage exceot to offer food, it's not our fault you keep attacking."

"It is your fault I feel threatened!" Draco snapped, his teeth bared in a wild, wolfish manner and the man before him simply rolled his eyes and tossed the werewolf's clothes to him. "Just get dressed, your emergency contact will be here soon to pick you up." He said as he turned to move into next room.

Draco stared at him disbelievingly even as he pulled on his jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket. "You did not call my girlfriend. Tell me you did not call Hermione Granger." He demanded.

"You gave us no choice. You've getting move violent, and right now we can only be lead to believe you're not taking your Wolfsbane potions regularly. Draco, if this happens again, we will be forced to revoke all your magic privilages and you will be assigned to a healer in St. Mungo's that will make sure you take your potions." The man warned gravely causing the young werewolf to roll his eyes to the ceiling as he heavily fell down onto a wooden chair to await his girlfriend with an apprehensive hand over his face.

"Hermione is going to kill me."