Remus took a deep breath trying to soothe the ache in his head, and the nausea swirling his stomach. He knew this whole situation could have been avoided if he had spoken up sooner, but there was never a good time, and truth be told, he needed the events of last night to be 100% certain. There was something drawing him to Draco, not as powerful as his draw to Hermione but something, nevertheless. He knew the moon would be a perfect time to test his theory. With or without the Wolfsbane, he figured there might a possibility that Moony would be threatened by Draco, but after the night he had, he knew that wasn’t the case. He took a moment, taking stock of his body, there wasn’t a scratch on him, that had only ever happened a handful of times. His wolf wanted Draco, and so did he.