Saving Hermione Granger

CHAPTER 3

After Narcissa had finished crying about how she didn’t want her angelic little son going to a Dark Arts school, she packed up all of his clothes and school items and then she dressed Draco in a deep blue robe.

“I want the others to know that you are a very special young man,” Narcissa beamed as she made Draco turn around a few times.

Draco hated when his mother fussed over him like this. He just wanted to scream at her saying that he isn’t a baby anymore and that he could handle things on his own.

Right as Narcissa finished admiring her son, Lucius walked in.

“Narcissa, are you done with him? We really should be leaving.”

Narcissa grabbed a tissue out of the box that sat on the armoire and began sobbing loudly, holding the tissue to her nose and occasionally blowing into it.

Narcissa managed to speak in between crying and hiccuping. “Draco, now, I want you to have a good time and try to make lots of friends.”

Lucius rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell Narcissa, he’s going to school there to kill someone! This isn’t an afternoon tea party!”

Draco tried his hardest not to giggle, but it was just so funny to hear his parents argue like this.

Narcissa gathered herself and kissed Draco goodbye on the cheek. Draco snarled and wiped his sleeve across his face.

Lucius grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him away from Narcissa. Envia Transporo! Lucius shouted. He and Draco then disappeared.

His father stopped before Draco walked in, and he whispered loudly into Draco’s ear, “Make me proud.” And then he was gone.

Lucius Malfoy knew almost everyone at Durmstrang. So it was no surprise to Draco when many of the teachers greeted him when he walked into the Great Hall.

Durmstrang was nothing like Hogwarts. It was a cold and damp castle. It reminded Draco of the Slytherin Common Room, but worse.

They had houses, but they weren’t named. Each house was numbered One, Two, Three and Four. Each house was equally evil. It was like having four Slytherins. Each house was set at separate tables in the Great Hall. House One on the left, and House Four all the way on the right.

They had a sorting process, but it would be a push to call it a ceremony. One student walked forward, and the headmaster, Nicolae Salazar Nosliw, would turn his back to the student and call out a number.

Professor Nosliw did not seem like a very kind man, but what can you expect at a Dark Arts school? He was tall, and had dark hair and dark eyes. He wore an all-black robe that had the school’s insignia on it, a glowing red flame. His looks almost reminded Draco of Professor Snape, but his attitude did not.

His parents must have been Dark Arts wizards and fans of Salazar Slytherin, since they used Salazar as his middle name.

When Draco walked to forward, Nosliw turned around and called out Draco’s House number. “ONE!”

As he walked to House One‘s table, a rather tall and angry looking student stopped him.

“Are you Master Malfoy?” the student said in a thick Russian accent.

Draco took a step backwards and answered. “Yes, I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

“Ahh, Master Malfoy, nice to meet you. I am Elin Van Ashk. Your father told me that you would be coming. After dinner, I am to take you to the secret place where we are keeping the mudblood.”

Draco suddenly felt very sick. He would be thrilled to see Hermione, but he obviously couldn’t tell Elin that he didn’t want to kill her. Draco just nodded his head and took his seat at the table.

As he sat down, several giggling girls made their way up to Draco.

“Draco Malfoy? THE Draco Malfoy?” A heavyset brunette girl said.

The girl had a friend with her who had turned to whisper something in the brunette girl’s ear.

“Wow! He’s so much cuter than I pictured!” She said, obviously not noticing that she had said that loud enough for Draco to hear. The brunette girl began to talk again.

“My name is Beykka. This is my very good friend Careuh. We’ve heard so much about you from Elin!”

“Elin is Beykka’s older brother,” Careuh added.

“I’m so glad that I finally get to meet you! Elin has been raving about what a wonderful Dark Wizard you are. He said that you will be perfect for helping with the execution of the mudblood,” Beykka continued.

Draco was confused. How could Elin know so much about him? Of course! Draco didn’t think about the fact that his father was a large part of this plan. He just wanted to tell the girls that he loved Hermione and that he wouldn’t have any part in killing her.

“If you haven’t noticed, I am in no mood for mindless chatter right now! So please leave me alone before I put a zipper lock curse on your mouths!” Draco barked curtly.

Beykka and Careuh looked as if they were going to cry, but rather than crying, they just sat down and stared at Draco.

Draco ate his dinner quietly and thought of different ways to save Hermione and get them back to Hogwarts.