Oh, Shit

2

The Matron opened the door gently, the hinges creaking as she did so. Dark eyes clashed with cool grey as Draco was face to face with a rather handsome young individual. He could almost feel his cheeks flush as he was looked over with a dull look. His eyes were the colour of a copper knut. Draco had never really used those when it came to wizarding money, but...he had seen some of the poorer families pay for them. They were a rather rich and deep brown. He turned away before he could get further flustered over the eyes, turning to gaze at the Matron.

"Thank you, for your aid." He said simply, keeping his eyes slightly lowered. He knew that it looked pathetic, but he needed the aesthetic of pathetic orphan child, though that was kind of what he was now, an orphan. Either way it was the only reason that they were allowing him to stay, he was not that stupid, he knew that they pitied him. Typically, he hated pity. It was annoying when Pansy or Blaise looked at him with that look in their eyes, but at the same time, he could not really afford to be picky at the moment. Literally. The Matron sighed, a guilty look in her eyes as she turned, but not before giving Tom a warning look. Draco did not bother to comment on it, allowing the door to close before sighing heavily, and leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

It took a moment for him to get his bearings. He was used to being surrounded by magic. He had not noticed that until he could no longer feel the slight thrum under his skin. His own magic was still concealed, To most perhaps it was a rather...eccentric thing to do, but Draco had learned to be eccentric like his Aunt Bella. It had been necessary, given who occupied his home. A bit over the top, but at least he knew what he was doing. He could play on their pity, even if he disliked it. He had to be able to, at this point, there were not really a lot of other options that he had.

"Who are you?" The so called Tom questioned idly. Draco swallowed, not allowing his nerves to show. It would be dangerous. He could sense it. Tom Riddle was dangerous, he was not sure why he felt that way, but he was not about to question it either. He lowered his eyes in deference to the other. He could sense there was something more about this kid. He felt...as though he should tread carefully. He was not one to ignore his instincts. At least, not anymore, he knew that there was a feel about Tom that was dangerous, he was just not sure what it was.

"My name is Draco, am I to presume that you are Tom?" The other boy nodded slowly once. "It would seem as though the Matron's are not overly enthused by your presence."

"No, though they are not happy about much around here, least of all myself." Draco nodded, but did not say anything further regarding the subject. He did not eye Tom either, rather cast his gaze about the room. He knew what that dangerous feeling was the moment he felt something stab through his skull. Hissing he turned to narrow his eyes towards the teen.

"Do. Not." He hissed, his eyes turning an icy cold grey as his emotions got the better of him. "Attempt to go through my mind." His breathing was coming out in small pants as he continued to stare Tom down. Tom, however, did not even look remotely chastised.

"You are magic." Tom stated, it was not a question. "Thought so." The feeling of danger, Draco realized what it was. Tom was repressing his own magic, that was why. He could not sense it but still his instincts had known. He thanked merlin for Veela instinct and how much more heightened they were than regular wizards. Draco swallowed, his breathing fast. "You are powerful though, to sense me so quickly."

"I had lessons," Draco muttered, his eyes now on the floor again. "Not as though I taught myself."

"You are what, fourteen..."

"Almost sixteen,"

"Whatever, point is, impressive nonetheless. Shielding is much more difficult than prying after all." Tom admitted, a shrug of his shoulder as he spoke the careless words.