Kitty Kat
Disclaimer: NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: D/G. Ginny is the victim of a curse, and becomes......a CAT?!
As Ginny Weasley walked through Diagon Alley, she couldn't help but laugh at the very thought that she, Ginny, would be graduating soon. The very thought! She started thinking what it would be like.
So of course she didn't notice the strange man hiding in the shadows.
Or that everyone was starting to get bigger-or was she getting smaller?
Then all she saw was black. Or indeed, it could be her robes. Thank god for her Muggle clothes.
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She opened one eye.
*GW's POV* Hell, I'm a cage, I'm in a bloody cage!
Hey! This looks a lot like the pet store, oh no, tell me no...Shit! Why are my arms all hairy!
It was indeed true, her arms were covered in bright orange fur.
'Fur...pet store...cage...Holy Crap! I'm a CAT!' she shouted.
Of course it came out sounding something like, "Meow."
I rested my head on my paws, sulking. A perfect way to start off a Saturday. After all, who wouldn't want to be turned into a cat?
That would be me.
Could my life get any worse?
Obviously. Draco Malfoy just walked in. He'd better not see me like this...Oh God! He's pointing at me! He wants to buy me! Well, I think not. I refuse to go with you, you slimy prat! He turned to the cashier; he wasn't going to buy me! I closed my eyes.
An hour later, I awoke in the house of Malfoy.
Fun.
A truck could hit me right now and I would still be happy.
Oh, the blackmail!
"Hey kitty," came a voice. I turned.
What do you know. The devil himself.
I scowled. Or at least, I tried to.
Life as a cat was cruel.
"You remind me a lot like a girl from my school," he said.
That's nice.
"Virginia Weasley, her name was, very pretty. Her hair was the same shade as your fur."
No kidding, smart boy.
"I think I'll name you Virginia," Malfoy continued. "Ginny for short."
Someone up there was pissed at me, I could tell.
I stretched and left. Wandering the halls alone it was, well, FUN. I entered the kitchen.
"Food," I said, "I want food." Narcissa Malfoy bent down to pat my head. "Food," I repeated. "If you're going to hold me captive, at least give me food. I want food," I stared. "Let me rephrase that, I NEED food." Narcissa just smiled and said, "Draco made a good choice in buying you."
The woman was a hopeless case.
And then that bastard, Lucius Malfoy walked in. He nodded at his wife, not even noticing me.
I'm glad. Lucius Malfoy can go bite a tree.
It'd be funny if he really did that.
But for now, I was plotting ways to murder him.
Is it easy to murder someone when you have become a cat?
Disclaimer: NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: D/G. Ginny is the victim of a curse, and becomes......a CAT?!
As Ginny Weasley walked through Diagon Alley, she couldn't help but laugh at the very thought that she, Ginny, would be graduating soon. The very thought! She started thinking what it would be like.
So of course she didn't notice the strange man hiding in the shadows.
Or that everyone was starting to get bigger-or was she getting smaller?
Then all she saw was black. Or indeed, it could be her robes. Thank god for her Muggle clothes.
*********
She opened one eye.
*GW's POV* Hell, I'm a cage, I'm in a bloody cage!
Hey! This looks a lot like the pet store, oh no, tell me no...Shit! Why are my arms all hairy!
It was indeed true, her arms were covered in bright orange fur.
'Fur...pet store...cage...Holy Crap! I'm a CAT!' she shouted.
Of course it came out sounding something like, "Meow."
I rested my head on my paws, sulking. A perfect way to start off a Saturday. After all, who wouldn't want to be turned into a cat?
That would be me.
Could my life get any worse?
Obviously. Draco Malfoy just walked in. He'd better not see me like this...Oh God! He's pointing at me! He wants to buy me! Well, I think not. I refuse to go with you, you slimy prat! He turned to the cashier; he wasn't going to buy me! I closed my eyes.
An hour later, I awoke in the house of Malfoy.
Fun.
A truck could hit me right now and I would still be happy.
Oh, the blackmail!
"Hey kitty," came a voice. I turned.
What do you know. The devil himself.
I scowled. Or at least, I tried to.
Life as a cat was cruel.
"You remind me a lot like a girl from my school," he said.
That's nice.
"Virginia Weasley, her name was, very pretty. Her hair was the same shade as your fur."
No kidding, smart boy.
"I think I'll name you Virginia," Malfoy continued. "Ginny for short."
Someone up there was pissed at me, I could tell.
I stretched and left. Wandering the halls alone it was, well, FUN. I entered the kitchen.
"Food," I said, "I want food." Narcissa Malfoy bent down to pat my head. "Food," I repeated. "If you're going to hold me captive, at least give me food. I want food," I stared. "Let me rephrase that, I NEED food." Narcissa just smiled and said, "Draco made a good choice in buying you."
The woman was a hopeless case.
And then that bastard, Lucius Malfoy walked in. He nodded at his wife, not even noticing me.
I'm glad. Lucius Malfoy can go bite a tree.
It'd be funny if he really did that.
But for now, I was plotting ways to murder him.
Is it easy to murder someone when you have become a cat?