18. The End?
"Hey, Mione," Draco approached me nervously.
"What's the matter?", I asked light-heartedly, as always when I talked to him, my mood improved.
"Read this!", he advised me and gave me a letter.
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I'm sorry to tell you, that your parents decided, to convert you to Durmstrang. Apparently, they are not quite happy with your current status. You will be picked up on Saturday at 8 am. Make sure you have packed all your belongings together.
I'm very sorry to lose you as a student.
"What?", I asked, not believing what I had just read.
"Someone told them about our relationship I bet!", he snouted, "I'm sure it was Pansy."
Pansy? Surely, she hated me, but make Malfoy convert schools? Impossible, she wouldn't do that.
"That was my thought too," he told me, obviously analyzing my facial expression, "nevertheless, I bet it was her. She just told them, I had a muggle-born girlfriend and didn't expect to move me."
"He's leaving school?", Ron exclaimed, trying to hide his excitement.
"Yes, someone told his parents about us," I explained, "and they decided to send him to Durmstrang. However, he promised to write me regularly."
"Aren't you afraid, he'll find another girl?", Harry asked, worried.
"Well not exactly!", I admitted, "Durmstrang is a boy's school. He'll hardly find a girlfriend there and I doubt he's gay."