Title: Cursed

Summary: Hogwarts is attacked and Ginny is taken hostage. To make matters worse she winds up incarcerated with none other than Draco Malfoy.

A/N: So instead of finishing my other works in progress I've winded up writing this. Well I hope you enjoy it!

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I hate thinking about that night. I hate it so much that I think about it all the time. I remember how loud everything was. I could hear the smashing of doors being blasted down all over the school. The crashing of hurried feet, both of those being hunted and those of the ones hunting them. The hunters and the huntees. But mostly I remember the screaming. Those ear drum-shattering screams that pierced through the air. They'd caught us off guard. Within minutes Hogwarts had fallen to their chaos. They'd always said we couldn't hide behind Dumbledore forever. Maybe we should have listened.

What happened next I remember with perfect clarity, though most everything else from my life has blurred to the point of nothingness. A wand held by a dark robed figure pointed directly at me. Suddenly the screams seemed far away. All I could hear was the beating of my heart, my labored breathing and his voice as he coldly barked out a curse. One I'd never heard before and have never to this day heard again. I can't remember the word itself because it took its effects immediately. I was doubled over on the floor within seconds crying out in pain. It was as though a knife was being plunged deep into my stomach over and over again, carving out my insides and leaving them on display for the world to see. Stab. Stab. Stab. I remember thinking what a shame it was that my blood would stain my new nightgown. I'd gotten it for Christmas only weeks before. How long ago that seems now. It was pure white with lace along the bottom. Funny the things that seem important when you think you're going to die. But of course there was no blood. And no stain.

I must have passed out soon there after because I can't remember anything else. Only nothingness. Until I awoke in a small dimly lit room with no windows or doors. Meaning no escape. I was sprawled out uncomfortably on the cold stone floor. At first I didn't make any move to get up. My entire body ached from my head to the very tips of my toes. I was under the distinct impression that if I moved at all I'd only hurt more. It was after this realization that I noticed another form in the opposite corner that looked vaguely human. I could just see the blurred outline of a pair of shoulders and a head over a thin mattress that rested on a plain wooden bed frame, the only furnishing in the room. After blinking a few times to try and regain the ability to focus I became aware of the fact that it was staring at me. It did appear to be a person; only I couldn't quite make out any of his or her features. The room was too poorly lit and my head was still throbbing. I think I must have hit it when I fell.

He, and it was a he as I soon found out, started to speak, but his voice came out as more of a croak than anything else. But rather than finishing, he went into a violent coughing fit.

"You're sick." My voice rang through the room and bounced off the walls.

Silence hung between us for a few minutes, possibly hours. I really couldn't say. Finally he spoke. "I see the Weasley intelligence was passed onto you as well then."

"Malfoy." I didn't know whether it was a question or a statement. Apparently neither did he since he didn't answer. At that point I couldn't decide what was worse, the pain in my head or the prospect of being trapped in there with one Draco Malfoy.

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