Author's Note: This chapter is rewritten as well! Thank you guys for your support in the last 5 years. I am redoing the story, in an effort to continue what I originally started and match my current writing style. Hopefully it's for the better? I have no beta or editor, so there are a lot of punctuation and grammar issues. I haven't taken a writing class in 6 years! And I'm too lazy as it is. Haha. Thank you for reviews!

An Intro to Durmstrang

It was hard to say what a good day was for Draco Malfoy. He certainly wished for a good day to be unpredictable, but his days were rather dull. Draco followed a routine where his actions and surroundings were safe and full of non triggers. Every once in a while, usually during lightning storms, he would be taken into a dream/seer world where images would flood his mind. Or, in nights where Draco would be missing Malfoy Manor, he would dream of fire, birds and green eyes.

The night before was such a night. As he was walking down the halls of Durmstrang, to the dining hall, he was brooding over the pain in his chest. He had no idea why he was so terrified; what was there to fear?

When he was growing up, his mother would tell stories of centuries of Malfoys and Blacks at Hogwarts. Dreams of Draco's own escapades at Hogwarts halted when Draco prophesized he'd be having gay sex with a green eyed brunette, whom Draco considered to be on the same level as a ghoul.

Ironically, to combat this, his father decided to enroll him at Durmstrang where the ratio of boys to girls was the highest in Europe. Surely, Draco would think as his mind wandered from time to time, Beauxbatons would've been the better option, one where he'd be surrounded by beautiful and eligible witches.

His mother would rather he attend Hogwarts and be having sex with every boy in Hufflepuff than be at Durmstrang, Draco heard her say on the day his life started to fall apart. Which was nice, Draco thought, for his mother to love him so unconditionally. But alas, it was his father's love and approval he yearned for.

Draco didn't like to dwell in the green eyed nightmare, and tried his best to reassure his father that what he had viewed, that ominous morning, was nothing but a dream.

Draco did not like wizards, or even witches, he would say confidently. He did not think with his dick, he would then add. He was to do his duty and marry a witch and have a blond-powerful-non-seer-baby-wizard.

Lucius Malfoy became a mystery to Draco. He had greatly distanced himself from his son and would get angry at Draco's pleas and reassurances. Draco decided to say nothing at all as he got older and was set on comforting his father by his actions.

Draco became known as a cold individual who would not socialize with anyone, other than the approved friends his father had introduced him to; and would do so regardless if his family were there or not.

Draco's relationship with his mother stayed strong, but his mother was not as happy as Draco would like. From what Draco gathered in his letters from home, the Manor wasn't a good place to be at. The Dark Lord had made Malfoy Manor his headquarters and Hogwarts wasn't doing peachy at the moment either.

At Durmstrang, it wasn't unheard of for a teacher to whip a student or two, but two years after the untimely death of Albus Dumbledore, there were whispers of teachers routinely torturing their students. He was inclined not to believe such rumors, after all, he grew up thinking Durmstrang students were full of poor, barbaric easterners that used spitting to achieve all their means. Regardless, Hogwarts was becoming something cruel and dark. His exile in Durmstrang became a blessing in disguise. Bonus, the only spitting happening at Durmstrang was behind the quidditch stands from students with sore knees.

Durmstrang wasn't bad either in other ways, a fact Draco acknowledged in his fifth year. There was an optional eighth year that Draco was going to take advantage of. Its curriculum consisted of Dark Arts, Rituals, Runes and Potions; all things he excelled at. His path to becoming a leisurely hermit Potions Master, like his godfather Severus, was well underway.

Sometimes, he wished he was more aware of the news outside of the walls from his school. He was sure his father was the reason the media was banned from his school. Most students caught up on current events on school breaks and letters sent by parents, the only thing the school couldn't ban. It was an effort to remove further triggers to limit his seer abilities.

And Draco was torn. He was cursed to live as a recluse when all he wanted was to shine and be famous. His mother had always told him how special he was, how people would wish to have his seer powers, be from a respectable pureblood family and be as dashing as he. He grew up thinking of meeting Harry Potter, a boy his age, and him seeing how awesome it would be to be Draco's friend. They would then rule the world with other equally respectable peers.

Draco was now looking at his poached eggs with a frown. He looked around the dining hall and found it to be full of laughs and smirks. Next to him, his faithful (and only) friend Goyle was digging into his second bowl of tripe soup. Draco frown grew deeper when three students entered the dining hall, all of which he did not recognize yet seemed to be his age.

A girl, the only one within the group, seemed to be looking for someone. Her eyes found what they were looking for when they locked onto his.

She walked over while Draco waited warily. The two other teenagers, stayed back, but watched. Draco stood up.

"Hello." The girl had bushy brown hair and her face was lightly freckled from the sun. "I'm Hermione Granger. My friends and I—," She paused, "Can we speak with you in private?"

All eyes in the dinning hall were on them. There was movement by the entrance as he saw his headmaster flushed with anger. It seemed that this Granger was girl was doing something she was not supposed to.

Draco looked at Goyle for help, who had now ignored his tripe in order to see what the commotion was about. Goyle nodded and stood up.

He moved in front of Draco, making the girl step back, "He says no."

"Malfoy," Headmaster Boor called grimly while next to the two other 'students', "come to my office, the girl can escort you."