Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any items used in this story. This is one of those Draco is a werewolf stories. I read an article a long while ago discussing this fan theory and it so caught my interest, even after it was debunked. Plus, if there are any Hogwarts Extreme members reading this, Yamikaykmotou and Lunastar1981 are the same person so no reporting to the owner of or HEX. Thank you.

Chapter One- The Punishment

"Draco, honey. Please come down," called Narcissa Malfoy. She sounded like she always did, but Draco heard a tremble in her voice.

He put aside the book he was reading before leaving the room. He wondered what his mother wanted him for and why her voice trembled. As he entered the foyer, he gasped and fell to one knee with his head bowed for his mother wasn't alone: She was standing behind Lord Voldemort.

"My-my Lord," Draco murmured softly, yet still audible.

"Draco, my boy," Voldemort said softly as he approached. "I understand that you wish to serve me."

Draco raised his head to look at him. "Yes, my Lord. It is my fondest wish."

"I see. Do you judge yourself capable or worthy of filling your father's place?"

Draco suppressed the glee and eagerness from showing on his face. "I believe-," he began.

"Think before you answer," Voldemort interrupted. "Your father swore loyalty and that he would deliver the prophecy to me. However, he failed and he is now in Azkaban. I am not pleased, Draco. Not pleased."

"Please, my Lord," Draco pleaded, bowing his head again. "Let me make up for my father's failure."

"And so you will." He looked past Draco and nodded.

Draco heard the curtains being pulled back so that he and Voldemort were bathed in the light of the full moon. He was then seized roughly by two heavily-muscled Death Eaters. They hauled him to his feet and firmly held him in place as a werewolf barreled in from behind Voldemort, grabbed Draco's left arm, pushed back the sleeve, and bit down on his forearm.

Draco screamed in pain and then sank to his knees, clutching the wound once the wolf and the Death Eaters had released him.

"You will pay for Lucius's failure, Draco. You will pay every month for the rest of your life." Voldemort swept from the room as did the two Death Eaters and the werewolf.

Narcissa swept over to her son and knelt beside him with a rag in one hand and a jar in the other. "Draco," she said softly.

He looked up at her, a tear of pain on each cheek. "How could you?" he choked. "How could you let him do this?"

"Draco we can talk in a little bit, but first we need to seal the wound." She held up the jar. "This combination of powdered silver and dittany will do the job."

Draco removed his hand which was red with blood and Narcissa set to work, first wiping the blood from his hand. He hissed slightly as the mixture cleaned and sealed the bite, but the mark was still there. He looked at it and then at his mother in confusion.

"The mark won't fade until after your first transformation."

"First?" Draco's pale face went even paler.

"Don't you worry, Draco. I'll speak to Severus about providing the Wolfsbane Potion." She reached out to stroke his hair, but he stood up and backed away.

"Don't touch me!" he shouted before bolting up to his room.

I know Draco seems a little OOC at the end of the chapter, but bear in mind he's just been bitten and his mother did nothing to stop it.