A/N: Hello! Urgh, this is my attempt at a long Draco/Ginny fanfic...so yay? Uh...I dunno. Hahaha, I kind of got tired of Draco being a vampire, or Ginny being a vampire plot...and yeah, I thought of Draco being a werewolf! Yay? Ahh...I'm aware that I named this story similar to the movie "Cursed"...but it's different! Huh...I actually like that movie though...Anyways! I hope you enjoy kay? Oh yes, the events of HBP and DH never happened, but Voldy is still alive! Gaspeth...
Anyways! Enjoy! (Please..)
The light emitting from the full moon shone over Malfoy Manor, illuminating over the luxurious lands. The beautiful light shone softly over the lush green grass and the intricate six story building. It was completely quiet, the master and mistress of the Manor hoping that it would stay that way through out the night. They wished for silence, the two hoped that loud roars of pain and the barbaric poundings would not come and disturb the serene household.
Unfortunately, only the presence of the full moon was enough. Enough for the youngest Malfoy, a mere boy at the age of seven.
Deep in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, the blond boy writhed in pain as his limbs started to form in ways that weren't normal for a human. Loud screams of pain came from the little boy as he tried to grip the dungeon walls and floors…a futile attempt. Draco held back the tears. Father said that tears were for the weak…Draco was not weak. The little boy screamed again, enduring the excruciating pain. He forced himself to stay in the same spot, his knuckles turning deathly white.
"Lucius!" Narcissa exclaimed, she could not handle her little boy's scream. It was too much for her to bear, her son was in pain!
"Go down there and help him!" She cried out, grabbing his arm and pointing down the hall towards the dungeons. Lucius narrowed his eyes and tore his arm away from his wife's grasp. "Unhand me…" he said coldly, but nonetheless, headed towards the dungeons of the Manor.
Draco did not notice the slam of the dungeon doors nor did he notice the hard steps against the cold stone. Draco's eyes were clenched shut, his breathing was hard, and numerous beads of sweat were going down his whole body.
"Draco, focus on the pain…" His father's voice reached Draco's ears, and the breathing automatically lessened. Draco cracked open one foggy grey eye, and stared at his father who was staring back at him with cold eyes.
"You must endure it, accept the pain Draco!" Lucius voice rang in Draco's ears. Finally it happened. The sound of bones bending in abnormal ways reached Lucius' ears. Lucius narrowed his eyes and watched as his young son tried his best to hold back the screams…another futile attempt as Draco finally let out a piercing scream which turned into a small growl.
Little white hairs started to cover Draco's pale skin, the patch of hair on his head growing longer. Lucius watched on as his son endured the transformation that every werewolf must go through. A loud roar that sounded like a little pup would let out, yet still loud, came from the seven year old boy.
Standing by the wall of the cell was a small, all white werewolf. Its glowing red eyes stared right at Lucius before it charged. The invisible, magical wall stopped the white creature in its actions. It growled and snapped its large teeth, drool dripping down onto the dungeon floors. Lucius stared at his son with a disgust look on his face.
"Draco calm yourself!" He snapped, a commanding tone in his voice. However, the young Malfoy in his other form, did not hear his father at all. Instead, Draco charged once more, but the magical wall did not budge. Lucius narrowed his eyes, and watched with a disgusted look on his face as Draco charged once more.
The Master of Malfoy Manor couldn't believe this. The same thing has happened every full moon for three years. Lucius couldn't believe that damned man had cursed his family. A roar and a snap from Draco's jaws took Lucius out of his little reverie. The man looked down at his son, concluding that his son needed to learn how to control his power….
A seventeen-year old Draco Malfoy sat in his compartment, effectively avoiding his two goons and the damned woman that constantly clung to his arm. Clad only in black pants, and a white dress shirt that was not tucked in his pants adding to a loose tie around his neck. If his father saw how his son looked right now, Draco would have gotten punished for his unsightly look.
Cracking his neck, he glared at the compartment door when he heard loud, unnecessary noises. Honestly, did they have to be loud in the hall? He was half tempted to open the door just to yell and intimidate whoever was being loud, but he did not want Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle to see him. The damned three would ruin his current peaceful nature.
Taking out a tiny, black book along with a feathered pen, Draco was about to edit his new formula…a way to help Draco tame himself during the full moon. No, Draco has not yet acquired full control yet. Yes, along the years he managed to take control of some of a werewolves abilities. Like acute senses, fast speed, and stronger strength.
Draco was stopped short however…when his compartment door slammed open and an angry red-headed woman disrupted his peace. Ginevra Weasley sat angrily on the seat across the Slytherin Prince, not noticing him until he cleared his throat.
Ginny finally noticed the loathsome Slytherin with a gasp. She glared at Draco and crossed her arms.
"Malfoy! What the hell are you doing here?!" She asked rudely, her eyes flashing with more anger than before. Draco merely raised an eyebrow at her question before retorting.
"What am I doing here? If you haven't noticed little Weasley.." he spat her last name out with venom, but Ginny dismissed it. "…I was here before you barged in like a damn harpy." He sneered at the red-head before looking over her with his foggy orbs. She was obviously wearing a hand-me-down skirt, top, and robe. Her red hair was darker than her brother's, yet obviously still…Weasley-like, and her freckles were feathered lightly over her skin, almost blending in, but still noticeable. Draco thought she looked pretty, not the most gorgeous woman ever, but she was shaggable. Of course…he wouldn't let her know that he thought she looked beautiful.
"And look at you…hand-me-down clothes, un-kept hair, and freckles that are all over your skin like a damned disease." Ginny frowned and looked down at herself…she didn't find anything wrong! Frowning once more, Ginny looked up and glared at Draco.
"For your information Malfoy…" similar to what Draco did with her last name, she let out his own name her voice dripping in venom "…I like my clothes, my hair, and my freckles! Just because you're a spoiled arse, that doesn't mean everyone has to put up with your shite!" She huffed, obviously annoyed. "And, I like the way I look!"
The boy sitting across from her let a smirk grace his features…this little Weasel had a little spirit in her after all! Ginny just crossed her arms once more and attempted to stare down Draco. "What's this? The littlest Weasley has a personality after all!" Draco exclaimed, a sneer on his face. "And here I thought that the only thing you could do was follow Potter around and exclaim your undying love for him!" That was it for Ginny, she stood up and viciously poked Draco in his chest.
"Look here Malfoy! Contrary to what gossip says, I do not like Harry anymore! And at least he wasn't being followed around by a short-haired, pug-noised, vile bitch!" Draco glared at Ginny, but before he was going to retort with his own scathing remark, the train jolted violently causing Ginny to fall on Draco's lap.
During the fall, Ginny did the only thing any sensible thing any human would do. Grab anything to keep their balance. Unfortunately, the only thing she grabbed was Draco's top. The Slytherin was of course, shocked. Ginny's red hair was near his nose, and he could smell the vanilla scent that was just…delectable. Shaking his head, he half wanted to push Ginny off of his lap. But he didn't…
Ginny couldn't believe this! Here she was, on Malfoy's lap, clutching onto his white dress shirt, and sniffing his cologne…oh merlin, he smelled good. Ginny blinked rapidly. She thought that Malfoy smelled good! Oh…what the hell was wrong with her?
It was that sight, in which Harry, Ron, and Hermione found Ginny. The trio took in the sight at first, not believing what they saw…until Ron came to his senses, his face turning red.
"MALFOY GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY SISTER!"
Ron's loud voice snapped the two out of their little reverie. Finally getting to their senses, Draco pushed Ginny off of him, and Ginny pushed herself off of him. The two glared at each other before Ginny gathered her things and stared at her brother hard.
"Oh, shut it Ron! I wouldn't be in here if you just accepted the fact that I don't like Harry Potter anymore!" Her brother gaped at her, until he got ready to yell at her, his face turning red…again. But Hermione shut him up.
"Come on Ginny, were at Hogwarts now…" She tugged at Ginny's arm, and the two left the compartment. Ron shook his head and glared at Draco before following his sister and girlfriend. Harry however, stayed in the compartment, glaring at Draco who glared back.
"Leave her alone Malfoy…" Harry said, his voice full of hate. Draco merely sneered, and fixed up his messy appearance.
"What's the matter Potter? Afraid that I'm going to steal little Weasley from you?" Draco smirked at Harry and gathered his belongings "Well, I can't lie that she's a little beauty…" Harry widened his eyes and took out his wand, pointing it at the Slytherin Prince. Draco simply stared at Harry with cold eyes, before pushing past him and out of the train….
A/N: Ah...I'm aware that most werewolves aren't white...I dunno, I just picture werewolves as the same color as their hair...or something! Hahaha...anyway, was it good? Bad? Downright horrible? I dunno, please tell me! TELL ME! Uragh...oh yes, please review! Lalala...
Sorry...I'm watching...Shrek the Third right now, and Snow White just went crazy on the trees...anyways! The little blue button is right there! GO! CLICK AND TYPE AWAY! (Please..)