Do I start now? You sure? Okay. Ah-hem.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away there once was a prince.
He was known as one of the most handsome men in the world. He appeared to be ethereal. His silver blonde hair, alabaster skin, and silver-blue eyes gave him an angelic appearance.
But he was less than angelic.
He was a spoiled, selfish, and arrogant young man who had never known any kind of love.
But one Christmas it all changed.
"HERMIONE! RON! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE! I DON'T PAY YOU TWO TO BE A FREELOADER!"
Draco was angry.
Actually, angry may be an understatement. He was furious.
"Now we're gonna get it. This is all your fault Mione."
"My fault! How is this my fault? You're the one who decided to goof off instead of working! And now 'His Highness' is going to have our heads! And it's all your bloody fault!"
The sounds of their arguing reached a furious Draco, who was pacing like hell, and a knock sounded.
'Great. Just great.'
"Somebody get the bloody door!"
Of course Ron and Hermione are arguing, so Draco was forced to ruin his nice new manicure and answer the door.
He strode to the door and opened it.
"What do you want?" he shouted and was faced with an old woman.
She spoke softly, barely audible in the harsh winds. "Can I please spend the night? Just to have shelter from the bitter cold?"
"And what do you have to give me in return?"
"Nothing but this single rose. Please sir, just for one night to have some warmth against this bitter cold."
He scoffed at her offer and turned her away.
"Please sir I beg you."
"Go away and leave me alone you miserable hag."
He slammed the door shut and started to walk away, but at that moment the door banged back open.
A golden glow filled the foyer and once it died down, Draco saw a woman.
She was pretty, he supposed. Even in only that plain white gown he could see it. Fiery red hair and flawless ivory skin.
But the feature that made her stand out was her eyes. They were green. And not grass green either. A vibrant emerald gaze.
And of course there was the blinding golden glow.
He could tell from looking at her she was something magical…and he'd just made her pretty damn angry.
There was an edge in her gaze and then she started to speak.
"You are Draco Malfoy correct?"
"Who are you?"
Her eyes softened slightly and she spoke gently.
"I am an Enchantress. That is all you need to know for now. The rest will be discovered in time."
"What do you mean the rest will be discovered in time? What are you talking about?"
"I'm sorry. That is all I can tell you. But I will tell you this. Because you have shown no kindness or compassion for those around you, you will be transformed into a hideous beast. Also those in this castle will be changed too.
"Until you learn how to love, you, and your servants, shall remain in this state. I leave you with these words Draco, you will only have until your 21st birthday to find someone to love who will love you in return. Good luck."
"Please give me another chance!"
"It is too late. I'm sorry."
And with that the glow burned brightly once more as she disappeared.
Then Draco's body started to change and grow, the transformation taking place.
Meanwhile upstairs Hermione and Ron had stopped arguing to hear the agonized howls from the foyer.
"Ron did you hear that?"
"The screams stupid. I think something's wrong. Come on," she said pulling Ron down the stairs.
By the time they got to the corridor leading to the hallway, the spell started to take effect on them too.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know!"
Their bodies started to grow smaller and smaller, their arms and legs changing.
Then they found out about the spell. The castle was thrown into despair.
They were stuck as clocks, candlesticks, cups and teapots for who knows how long , until the prince found someone to love that loved him in return.
Which they thought was going to be never. The boy was a spoiled prat.
Cool it Prongs. Sorry. Just having some fun. Have fun later.
In the midst of all the drama and pandemonium, Draco's form was still on the floor, not moving.
In his hand, now paw, was a red rose with a golden glow surrounding it.
The spell had begun.