Oh, Shit

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This could complicate things...Draco thought to himself, frustration laced through his features as he tried to sort things out. This could majorly complicate things, and he was not entirely sure that he wanted to deal with the potential fallout that was bound to occur. It was bad enough he had people questioning him, his name, his blood, but he was lucky...in some ways. They had not connected all of the dots. It was hard enough just to figure out where he fell in line to the malfoys, because technically he did not...at least not yet. His Black heritage was still hidden, though he had a feeling that it would not be long until that was figured out just the same. He would hide it as far as he could, he definitely did not need such a ruthless family on his head, or rather, over his shoulder. The Blacks had a long line of danger associated with them, and Draco was lucky he was not in trouble as of yet...though he had a feeling that would be rectified quite quickly.

"I wonder what will happen when they do find out," Draco muttered to himself, safe behind a plethora of silencing charms and wards that he had placed around his bed and trunk the moment he had walked to his rooms. The danger that he was in...it was even more so than associating himself with Tom Riddle, although that came with quite a bit of danger too (more so than he would like to think if he was honest) but there was more to it then that. He would have to really question what he was going to do...and how he was going to handle the situation that was coming forwards. Things would only get more and more chaotic, and he was already dealing with the impending Dark Lord's obsession with him...just as in his own time.

He hated to think that he got tangled with the Dark Lord so quickly, but it was obvious that was who he was. It was just his luck to not only be dropped in a different time, but right onto the Dark Lord's doorstep. At least he seemed to have some sort of intelligence. Draco could be wrong, of course, but too many things added up for him to just write it off as paranoia. At the end of the day, he can make as many wishes as he wants, but it would do him no good to bother trying to delude himself. He had to keep his wits about him, even if he was already hopelessly confused. Things would not be getting better, and now he had to worry about classes on top of that.

Morning saw Draco rushing up in his bed with a halted scream on his tongue, grateful that he had put such a wide variety of silencing charms around his bed as he slowly let himself regulate his breathing back to a somewhat normal state. It was difficult, and Draco wondered if this was his new unfortuante normal...most likely, something which did not seem quite as appealing as Draco would have hoped it to be. Clutching his chest with white knuckled fingers, he forced himself to calm. Today was going to be quite the busy day, after all, and he was lucky enough that he got...casting a quick and wordless tempus he noted that it was early but not too early...decent amount of sleep to cover for the day. He had also not missed breakfast. Although he was not really in the mood for food, he got the feeling that if he tried to deny it, Tom would throw an absolute fit, yet another thing Draco really did not want to have to deal with.

Tom was a difficulty to deal with when he was in a good mood, and far more so when he was not. He had a rather volatile temper, and Draco had come to a clear understand that it was best to avoid tripping it whenever he could. He did not want anymore scars added to his collection of them. Not that he needed a reason to curse Draco, and he had already shown that, but it made it easier and more justified when he did, so he tried to make sure one was readily available just in case. It was a good theme, and definitely would aid him in the future, Draco knew, but for now it was just annoying and stressful. Particularly since he was not entirely sure what set Tom off yet, other than some basic understandings.

"Slughorn is also an absolute miserable teacher," He bemoned, thinking about his potions classes. Potions were his favorite, and always had been. It was soothing, calming, and best of all Draco was just innately talented at it. It was easy for him, did not really require much thought, and so he was able to just drift during Potions, let his thoughts wander. Severus had taught him so much before Hogwarts, and then Hogwarsts Potions just remained pitifully easy. Definite benefits to having the youngest potions master ever as a family friend, though Draco often wondered how that had happened.

"Draco, dear, it is time to wake yourself!" Draco groaned, but reluctantly pulled himself from bed. It would not do to keep Tom waiting, after all.