Dark Deals: The Vampire Who Owns Hogwarts

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Ron, determined and resolute, found himself in the company of Draco Malfoy's two hulking henchmen.

But there was no further resistance.

He was no match for the sheer size of Crabbe and Goyle. The two of them quickly seized him, pinning his arms and squeezing his thighs, rendering him completely immobile.

Malfoy, standing triumphantly by their side, wore a smug grin, his voice dripping with mockery.

"So, this is your so-called sidekick, Potter? Pathetic."

"Ron is my friend, not a lackey! Unlike those two by your side!" Harry shot back angrily, charging toward Crabbe and Goyle, determined to free Ron from their grip. Despite Hermione's efforts to stop him, Harry too found himself trapped, his neck caught and his legs pinned. Soon, he was thrown to the ground next to Ron.

Malfoy, proud of his victory, looked down at the Gryffindors with a smirk, relishing the sight of them at his mercy. He felt a rush of satisfaction, convinced that Slytherin had finally put Gryffindor in its place.

But the sight of this blatant taunting was enough to ignite a spark in the Gryffindor students. One by one, they stood up, advancing toward Malfoy, anger rising in their chests.

Malfoy, realizing his advantage was slipping, felt a twinge of fear as he saw the Gryffindor students closing in. Yet, with his usual bravado, he lifted his chin, certain his powerful allies would keep him safe.

Before the Gryffindors could act, a cold voice cut through the tension.

"Seems like the Gryffindor students have become quite bold in the last few minutes," Snape sneered. "But bullying your younger classmates in public is still against the rules."

"Malfoy insulted Ron and Harry's families first, Professor Snape," Hermione argued, stepping forward, her messy brown hair a clear sign of her frustration. "He provoked them!"

"Regardless of the provocation, Miss Granger," Snape replied with icy calm, "violence is never the answer. And as I witnessed, it was Mr. Weasley who struck first." His eyes narrowed as he added, "Ten points from Gryffindor for unnecessary aggression. Consider yourselves lucky that I'm not deducting more."

Ron and Harry were roughly tossed back to their fellow Gryffindors, their faces burning with humiliation as Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle snickered, their victory feeling hollow but satisfying.

"I'm going to get him back for this," Ron muttered, his voice filled with determination. "One day, I'll show them."

"Those two deserve everything coming to them," Harry agreed, his hatred for Malfoy and Snape palpable.

Suddenly, a strange turn of events caught everyone off guard. Malfoy, still smirking, staggered back as if struck by an invisible force. He spun around in the air before crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

He let out a high-pitched cry of pain, his face contorted in surprise and agony. Tears streamed down his face as he wailed.

"Who did this?!" he screamed, his voice cracking. "Who dares to attack me? I'll make sure my father punishes you!"

Snape, taken aback, turned his gaze sharply toward Dracula, who stood across the room, watching with an almost amused expression.

Dracula met Snape's eyes, unfazed. "Quite the coincidence, Professor Snape," he said calmly, his tone dripping with casual confidence.

Snape's suspicion deepened as he narrowed his eyes. "Don't tell me you're involved in this, Professor Dracula. I know no one else around here possesses such skill in silent spellcasting."

Dracula, his face unreadable, tilted his head slightly. "Oh, it was me, all right," he said nonchalantly. "Malfoy's behavior was hardly something that should go unpunished."

With a wry smile, he added, "Ten points from Slytherin, I believe, wouldn't be too much, would it?"

Snape's face turned pale, his lip twitching in frustration.

"Professor Dracula," he began, his voice strained, "while I understand your… unconventional methods, surely you see the issue with physically punishing students?"

Dracula raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Ah, but Professor Snape, surely you can't claim the moral high ground when you only ever seem to punish Gryffindor, conveniently overlooking the misdeeds of Slytherin."

Snape's expression darkened as his fingers twitched in anger. With an abrupt motion, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, his robes billowing behind him as he left without a word.

Malfoy, still on the ground, stared in confusion as Snape walked away, his face a mix of betrayal and disbelief.

"Great job, Professor!" the Weasley twins cheered, rushing to Dracula's side. George grinned widely. "I knew it would take a real professor to shut Snape down."

Fred, just as energetic, winked. "It had to be you, Professor! Snape's just an old bat with a short memory."

Dracula chuckled, a gleam in his eyes as he turned to face the twins. "Using the favor I gave you on something like this? I've never met wizards so extravagant."

"Eh, why hold onto it when you can use it, right?" Fred shrugged, unfazed.

Dracula smiled, shaking his head. "I just hope you don't regret it later." He waved at the group and walked toward the door of the auditorium.

But before he could leave, Malfoy, still recovering from his unexpected fall, tried one last attempt at regaining control.

"You don't get to walk away from this! My father is the director of Hogwarts!" he yelled, his voice tinged with desperation. "You'll regret this. I'll make sure of it!"

Dracula, unphased, stopped and turned back toward the fallen Malfoy. He regarded him with a cool, calculating gaze.

"What?? Are you scared now??" Seeing Dracula turn back, Malfoy suddenly became energetic. He raised his head and said, "As long as you apologize to me right now, ill make sure that my father doesn't get to know of this incident."

However, Dracula had no intention of offering an apology. Instead, a glimmer of intrigue sparkled in his eyes, as if he found the situation far more amusing than Malfoy could ever imagine.

"Tell me, Malfoy," Dracula said, his tone almost curious, "does Hogwarts have a board of governors now?"

Malfoy, unsure of where the conversation was going, frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"I want you to do something for me," Dracula continued, his voice steady but dangerous. "Tell your father and the other governors to come to Hogwarts."

"Tell them that the landlord of Hogwarts wishes to meet them."

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