Oh, Shit

11

You are going to be getting a roommate." Tom bit his tongue but did not say anything. The matron seemed a bit nervous, leaning back and forth. "of course just for a bit, I swear." As though they ever kept their promises, which they did not, meaning that he did not believe her, but either way, it did not matter. These things happened, and whilst they had attempted to ensure his lack of a roommate for a while, too nervous of what he would do to them, it was only folly to expect them to be capable of ensuring it continued. He just shrugged, and they left. He would assume this new person was soon to be brought to him, and they just wanted to forewarn him. Likely to get him to play nice, even though he doubted that would care too much after all is said and done. He huffed, rolling his eyes amused. Just the sort of thing they would do.

The boy was prettier than he expected. Tom felt his heart surge as watery ice gray eyes bowed down before him thanking him, as though there was any reason to thank him, he had done nothing so far. He seemed to be...lost a bit. As though he were uncertain how to get his bearings straight.

"Who are you?" Tom questioned, wanting to know. He stared at the boy.

"My name is Draco, am I to presume you are Tom?" Tom stared at him but nodded in answer to his question."It would seem as though the Matrons are not overly enthused by your presence."

""No, though they are not happy about much around here, least of all myself." He said simply. He hummed, sending a small trail of thought towards the boy who instantly reacted.

-

"My previous teacher is...no longer a viable option, considering where I ended up, perhaps that was obvious. Since you know something, is it...alright if...you helped instead?"

-

"You are too frantic." Tom said simply, watching Draco collapse for what had to be the fourth time that day. On his hands and knees Draco shuddered, his breathing coming in sharp gasps as he heaved breath in. "You are hasty, that is useless." Tom dug the words in, watching as Draco flinched slightly at the words, but did not stop, fingers curling into his palms.

"I know," He whispered softly. "I am sorry." He said instead. Tom rolled his eyes.

"I do not want you to apologize." Tom said coldly. "I want you to focus. I am sure your other teacher told you focus all of the time, you are horribly erratic." Draco bowed his head but nodded.

-

"Enough!" Tom shouted, slapping Draco across the side of the face. Draco did not fight him but his eyes were watery the next he looked at Tom. The latter sighed heavily. "I hate to punish you, and you know this," He said reluctantly. "However, you deserve that, and you know that as well."

"Yes, Sir," Draco whispered, his voice barely cracking. However Tom knew that it was hiding the upset.

"Let us try again later, perhaps you will make better progress with a little clearer a head." Draco grit his teeth but nodded.

-

"Well done," Tom said simply, a small smile curling on his lips. "You figured it out finally." Draco gave a look of victory, proceeded quickly by a sigh.

"But that was only done lightly. I shall have to continue to fortify."

"You're other teacher was not exactly...kind were they?" He questioned.

"That is one way to put it, certainly. Then again, it is not like those in my family are known for their kindness." Tom hummed thoughtfully at that.

"No, I suppose they are not.

-

"Dumbledore is agitating at the best of times, but today he really was irksome." Draco huffed out, flopping on the bed, brows furrowed.

"Why is that?"

"He just...I do not know, perhaps I am getting agitated simply off of seeing him and it is more so than the thoughts of him, either way, it is irrelivent. I am agitated." Tom let out a small laugh.

"Draco, you cannot be angry at our dearest Transfiguration teacher every time you see him. He will figure it out."

"That won't matter the moment I am placed in Slytherin. Not to mention he knows my family name. I doubt it will come as a shock to anyone that I dislike the idiot."

"Draco," The other bowed his head chastised. "I would hope that you will do your best to disguise your dislike of the man whilst in public."

"Of course," Draco said with a slight eye roll. "I am not entirely stupid."

-

Abraxas gasped, his breath heaving as he stared at Tom, his hand was placed of his racing heart and he glanced to where Tom was now comforting Draco. He has plans for the boy, though I am not entirely sure what they are. Abraxas thought to himself.