Hello! Again. I finally actually wrote this on my computer. My stupid beta reader he was getting all pissy about me not writing this chapter than not writing the second chapter. But that's beside the point. So, here I am listening to my FFX music and writing on Christmas Eve. Hope you enjoy this story! R&R Please! Oh before I forget this is in Draco's POV.

Moonless Nights

By Fates Angel

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Hearts.

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Human hearts.

A wretched sound that sounds like one of those muggle drum things. Stupid muggles…anyway I hate that sound, it's annoying, so annoying. It never changes, only with fright and other stupid things. But I like it when the hearts speed up from the fright as terror looms over their unsuspecting heads. Oh, it gives me much glee, but then there's guilt. Now Malfoy's never feel guilt, or any other emotions. But when you're a vampire there is always a catch. (Slight pause) Oh yes dreadfully sorry. I guess I forgot to tell you. I'm a vampire; well you should have figured that out by now. Draco Malfoy, son of Satan himself, a vampire. It's quite laughable really. My father was…well ecstatic really, a vampire as a deatheater.

My mother actually cared. She was the one who helped me. Mother told me about all the vampires' powers (thrall, hovering). She fed me pig's blood or other small animals instead of humans. My father on the other hand didn't care. He was just too happy having a son as a vampire. Those damn deatheater lectures have gotten way too long. I rolled my eyes and moved on.

            Then September 1st is coming along this means trouble. Mother sent an owl to tell the headmaster and some others to tell about my condition. Waiting for the inevitable. The owl came back and I'm still going to Hogwarts this last and final year. Thank you Merlin.

            Last year at this blasted school of doom. Then I can go off and do something I want to do. Tomorrow is September 1st. Yippee.

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September 1st

            Through the steam and fog of London's busy train station. The Weasley clan, well what's of it, came through platform 9 ¾. The youngest of the Weasley children were going to another year of Hogwarts. Ron was going on to his last year while Ginny was going to her sixth year. Their mother kissed them both and their father gave them encouraging words. As their children bounded off. Mrs. Weasley said, "Oh! I hope Ginny will be fine this year."

            "Don't worry dear," Mr. Weasley comforted, " Ginny will be fine even with her…change."

            Mrs. Weasley sighed with worry etched on her face. She and her husband turned around and walked out of the station.

Whew! That over with now my friend won't be all pissy anymore. Yay! The next chapter will be up soon. If I feel like it…Anyway what will happen on the train? What is Ginny's "condition"? If you have figured out the last question give yourself a cookie. And what will happen to Draco? Find out in the next chapter of Moonless Nights. *that weird soap opera music plays*