Tom Riddle is Here-Plan in Action

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Yes, Draco thought in his next class, in the back, alone for once without his posse. He had waved them away. Too much to think on, and it was a simple DADA class. Although Lupin still made him wary. he did not like that calculating look the other always used on him, as though he was seeing more than he should to be frank-it was creepy. The whole vibe about the Professor was creepy, and Draco, whilst he could admit the man was competent, was still frustrated at having to deal with him for another year. He had so many incompetent teachers, but he would take any of those over the Professor's attempts to get him alone. It was creepy, and weird. He was still not sure why he had not told Tom of the odd addition to his general creep vibe. Perhaps it was because Tom had a tendency to go overboard, but Draco felt more like it was just...just something he did not want to admit. A professor, freaked him out, and such a loser one at that. It was pathetic. Tom would ridicule him, and probably begin to realize how utterly idiotic he was at the best of times. He was attached to the other, he did not want to drive him away because he could not handle one person. He was surprised enough that Tom was willing to deal with his father the was he was. This are definitely going to explode soon, and I doubt that it will be in a good way.

His father was coming to school. Soon. It was enough that it set his nerves on fire. As much as Tom wanted to say that he would protect him from his Father, Draco could not help but wonder how exactly he intended to manage that. Tom was in his sixth year, Draco was in his fourth. There was literally not one way that their schedules aligned barring beginning, ending times, and lunch and dinner. It was ridiculous to think that he could be besides him at every point in the day. They did not even know when his father would enter the school, Draco just knew that it was going to happen at some point soon, though the details were yet to be sorted out. Draco wondered if Tom truly believed that his father was going to break decorum to come and fetch him like a dog to punish him for his missed correspondence. He had never missed correspondence before, of course, and so this was undoubtedly causing his father anger, but he also knew that it was not over something like worry. Uncle Sev would have told him that I am fine, after all, and that means that he is angry, likely, over his loss of control. Tom really should have thought this through, he doesn't quite understand...I don't think, how dangerous my father truly is. Sometimes I think he gets it and then he does something like this, but I suppose he has a point, there are other things I should be worrying about. Maybe, I should not stress so much about this sort of thing. But it was impossible for Draco to not get worried. He still had to relay the information to the others.

He dropped his head into his arms, closing his eyes, trying to relieve a headache that was quickly building to massive in moments. There was so much to worry about, and his father took a huge portion of that, of course he was the most dangerous part, but he also had to talk to the others, relay the information that Tom had ordered of him, and then he had to keep Severus off his back as best as he can-though Draco doubted that he would press him more for information but one could really never be too careful-not to mention there was the Weasley Twins that were following them around, or more likely following Tom around since they were the same year. That was not even including Dumbledore. For the first time, Draco began to wonder if they were going to be able to truly pull this off. Tom had information on Dumbledore's bad dealings at Hogwarts, and had apparently sent them to the Prophet, but Draco hedged on whether they would actually post any information. Clearly Dumbledore was getting more and more suspicious too.

He did not like having Dumbledore's attention on him so much. It left him unnerved. He had never particularly liked the old man. It was that facade that he put on to make everyone think of him as kind and generous, when in reality he was anything but. It almost made Draco laugh. His father may be cruel, but he never pretended not to be, at least not with Draco. Everyone knew Draco's father was an intimidating man, they just did not have the courage to admit that he was capable of threats, violence, and blackmail. That was precisely because he was capable of threats, violence, and blackmail that kept everyone from claiming that he was capable of it. It worked much better than the fake nice-guy act. Draco hated it, and likely always would. Mayhaps Tom should keep his thoughts on more attainable protection. Draco thought to himself miserably, the cacophony of the lesson literally sliding away as he seemed to disassociate from around him. Father is impossible to truly keep me safe from forever, after all I am the Heir of Malfoy. He may be the Dark Lord, but he is only sixteen. If Tom keeps involving himself between me and my father I know things will come to a head soon. I will have to make a choice, and perhaps that is what this truly is...forcing me to make a choice, and obvious choice.

It was easy enough to make the choice, of course he would be besides Tom, but he also thought that Tom knew that. What more did he want from him? Death? Because that was what was going to happen when his father came to the school. Perhaps not literally, but close enough to it.

Draco ushered to Crabbe and Goyle, the two rushing over to him as he softly relayed Tom's orders. The two smirked at each other. they did truly love going at the trio. Draco normally did as well, though it was tedious more often than not. "So we finally get to dig at them?"

"No fighting, physically, that is,"

"Malfoy!" Draco closed his eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath, trying to keep himself centered as he heard the redhead scream his name.

"Handle it for me," He said distinctly, letting Crabbe and Goyle move in front of him, blocking Weasley and Potter from breaking through the two. The boys may be gluttons, but they had brick wall bodies. There was a reason they were considered the muscle.