Riddle's Mate.

P.T 1

The start of Hogwarts.

Fourth year.

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Draco sat at his usual place, his arm and elbow on the table and his head resting on his hand, mindlessly tapping his finger against the side of this face.

Silently listening to the sorting of first years that seemd to go on forever.

He was so tired.

He had barely gotten anay sleep last night.

He was trying to keep his eye's open, and his mind busy.

Though it was hard to do so with nothing entertaining happening.

He had previously focused, on a surten scar head golden boy.

Spending a few minutes hating him and cursing him out in his head, but that grew boring soon enough.

The dining hall erupting into a few gasps, and a lot of whispers caught his attention.

He perked up, trying to see what was the cause of the sudden change.

"SLYTHERIN!"

The sorting hat all but yelled, as a boy with dark hair, dark eye's and pail skin stood from the chair and started walking towards the slytherin table.

The table erupted into cheers at the new nember joining the slytherin's.

The boy took the seat directly Infront of Draco.

Draco looked the boy up and down, before scoffing.

It was a long time since Draco saw someone this ballsy.

Once the sorting continued, and the cheers died down, all the fourth year girls started whispering about how cute the boy was, and making a huge fuss about how he must be a bad boy to be transferred from where ever he was, and how he took the seat Infront of the Slytherin Prince.

Honestly, Draco didn't know why thay were making a big fuss about this, it was starting to give draco an head ach.

It wasn't completely uncommon for students to ether transfer in or out of Hogwarts, it's just that usually thay get sorted in private, like Professor McGonigal's office and get introduced to there house latter that night.

But once Draco caught the boy's eye's on him, Draco felt the slight stinging sensation behind his eyes the moment he made eye contact with, Riddle? If he remembered correctly, that was the boy's name.

He found himself curious about the boy, and not only that but the boy reeked of dark magic, Draco dismissed the thought of investigating once dinner had began.

He simply placed it as
'none of my business.'

Honestly, it wasn't worth getting hexed, just because he was curious.

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After dinner, thay all went back to their common room.