Oh, Shit

18

The other students of the Slytherin House piled through the common room, the first years admiring the decor, as Draco knew they were wont to do. As much as one could hear or read about the common rooms in Hogwarts, it was something else to actively see them for yourself. Draco himself had only been to the Slytherins and Ravenclaw common rooms, and both were so different from what one heard or could even imagine it was difficult to really understand until you saw in person for yourself what they were like. Ravenclaw common room was nice, but Draco held a particular fondness for the Slytherin common rooms. It was similar to the Malfoy Manor, barring the more cozy feeling to it. The Manor was almost always cold, no matter how one looked at it.

Leaning his head against Tom's shoulder, he allowed his eyes to drift shut slowly, ignoring the chatter around him, just letting his magic settle, and his mind try and calm itself from the clash of memories, both good and bad, that seemed to rifle through him at the prospect of being back. It was difficult a matter to settle. He could not really understand why he was here in this time, and knowing that he was on his own without his parents...well that could be a good or bad thing depending on how one saw it. While he was not entirely fond of his parents, they did provide him some aid, including money and housing. He had the housing covered with that Muggle Orphanage, as much as he may not like being there, but finances...that was something else entirely.

"Come now," Tom gently shoved his side, causing Draco to pull himself up into a sitting position, blinking blankly as he stared at the circle of purebloods that had gathered around the two, and were staring. He was not sure how he felt at that, but did not say anything and allowed his blank mask to fully cover his thoughts on the current situation. They were staring with some sort of curious expression on their face that, had Draco cared enough or even been less tired would have likely figured out, and Draco presumed it was because he had been caught leaning against their infamous dark Lord. From what he had managed to gather just from the Great Hall, Tom was not one who willingly gave his affections out easily. He has some sort of plot for me, which while I should be wary over, I cannot very well do much about. Plots were always exhausting, and Draco greatly preferred being the one who made them over the one who was trapped in them, it was much more fun being the one pulling the strings. Even if I cannot figure out why it is that the Dark Lord seems to have some sort of plot to use me, somehow, I figure it can't possibly be worse than when he was an unstable lunatic. Which was true. This Lord was far more sane than the one that Draco knew. he may not know what had happened to cause said crazy, but he also did not really think he cared much when that Dark Lord was not his current priority.

"My Lord, who is this...newcomer?" Someone questioned...Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to place them, but he sighed. It was just difficult. So many pureblood families had dark hair and dark eyes in their gene pool it was almost impossible to figure where one came over another. His own hair color was a lot more distinctive, and there was very few pureblood families that had it, similar enough to the Weasley's ginger hair.

"Now, now, Avery, no need to be rude." Tom stated, clicking his tongue to show his displeasure at the other. Draco inhaled slightly. Avery...Draco thought to himself. At least that explains the sleezy voice. I should have probably put that one together sooner. All the Averys' sound the same, at least from what I can tell. He ignored the chastisement of himself in favor of watching Avery seem to cringe slightly in on himself. It was funny to watch the Averys' freak. Even Draco was able to do it when he was young. For a pureblood family, they were overly simple in their fears. It was almost boring trying to toy with them, though he supposed it passed time sometimes, when there was nothing more to do. "I am sure you heard at the sorting, this is young Draco Malfoy."

"Where the hell did another Malfoy come from?" Someone else asked. Draco leaned his head back against the sofa, ignoring the conversations, deciding to instead close his eyes as his face tilted up towards the ceiling. He did not want to keep trying to figure out who was from what family, especially since they all looked so young. Trace resemblences to those he did know was annoying at best and served him no purpose when so many families had similar features to the others.

"The point, I think," He knew that was Abraxas. Malfoy's had a rather distinct way of talking, after all, and he was not pleased. Draco yanked his body forwards, leaning his elbows on his knees, placing his head delicately in his hands as his fingers gently landed over his cheeks as he tilted his head to stare at the group, grey eyes piercing through the crowd of people, hair slightly obsurcing his face.

"Does it matter?" Draco cut off Abraxas, staring everyone down. Abraxas hushed himself, not wanting to speak, not after the train ride over there...and the fiasco...it was safer to just stay silent, he was beginning to realize, when the young Malfoy got like this...this tone.

"What do you..."

"I believe," Draco stated, cutting off yet another dark brown haired pureblood-the other one was Avery, so he had at least one pureblood in the group outside of the Malfoys and Blacks placed but this one...this one he could not recognize yet-"I asked a yes or no question..." The air thickened as Draco's eyes flashed dangerously, a smile on his face. "Why is it that the answer is not a simply yes...or no?"

"No, it does not, not really but..."

"Then I think, as far as I am aware, if it has no bearing on you, you should not be prying." Draco let his heels shove his body backwards on the couch, staring at the others with a lifted brow. "Unless the sacred 27 seem to think it is of their place to pry into the Malfoy family's buissness, despite the fact that none of you are patrairchs yet...I would think, that if it is such a concern for the other sacred families, your patriarchs will have a conversation with the Malfoy head of house...until then, I suggest silence...before you say something you regret saying in the long run."