Oh, Shit

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It was as agitating as Draco knew that it was going to be. Any class with Dumbledore was bound to be frustrating. The fact that it was just after a stress induced Potions class was just his luck. It was even worse considering Potions was typically his best subject, and a subject that he thoroughly enjoyed. it helped him calm, and if Severus had been conducting the class, he would have probably enjoyed it. As it were, it had just been problematic on all avenues. He was not even sure how the hell he was supposed to somehow magically figure out how to keep being partners with the 'acceptable' according to Riddle, people. How the hell was he supposed to figure that one? Not to mention Slughorn had put the partners together. Perhaps Riddle had a lot of influence, but clearly he did not have enough.

Needless to say, he was frustrated upon entering the Transfiguration classroom. It was bound to happen eventually, and he just found himself irate. It was obvious enough that Orion and Abraxas tried to cover for him, sitting in front of Draco as they sat in the very back corner of the class. Tom sat right besides him, a hand gripping his thigh once again, firmly. Draco felt his leg jolt slightly, and saw, from the corner of his eye, Riddle smirk slightly, as if amused at the reaction. He cursed himself, he had to be more and more careful this person was dangerous, would become the most dangerous person in the universe, and honestly Draco was just fretting now. Although Tom says that Dumbledore is unable to conduct legilimacy unless he looks in the eyes, Draco was not entirely sure about that.

Then again, Dumbledore that he knew and the Dumbledore that Tom was aware of, well they were two very different people. It had been a few generations past. That was enough for anyone to gather a lot of power. Draco felt his fingers thrumming softly against the wood of the desk as he tried to avoid restlessly shifting in his seat. It was not proper, and Draco fully intended to avoid it. "Welcome to Transfiguration, it is a pleasure to see you all once again." Draco felt his nails dig slightly, scraping against the wood. It was most certainly NOT a pleasure to see him again, but Draco was trying to push down his immediate feelings towards the headmaster...professor...whatever he was.

"Calm yourself, my dear," Tom whispered softly, his breathe caressing his neck. Draco felt himself shiver for an entirely different reason now. As much as Tom was terrifying, it was hard to say that he was not attractive. Anyone with eyes could see that the teen was. Draco tried to ignore the pleasant tingles that his words illicited, but it was not easy, and if the low chuckle under the breath of Tom was anything to indicate, he knew it too. Draco felt himself irriated at his inability to just be a proper malfoy. Putting his head on his arm, resting it as a pillow, he was almost determined to just sleep the entire class through. He was ever so tired, and it was not as though Dumbledore was going to be able to teach him anything he did not already know.

He knew that this exhaustion was bound to catch up to him eventually, and the stress of trying desperately to ensure that everything was perfect was bound to do something to his mind and body. He had been in these sorts of stresses before, with his father, and it was never pleasant. It left him almost lethargic and having trouble getting out of bed for days, especially when his father was in one of his moods and it was on him to navigate them perfectly. He had become an expert in it, but when he was younger it was difficult.

His fear of Dumbledore rifling through his mind when he was asleep kept him awake, however, and vigilant. He did not want to give anything to the bastard, nothing. While he may not be able to stop his emotional responses, he could ensure that it was most diffilcult for the man. Tom's words whispered in his ear, how he should calm himself, how he should not show automatic disdain for the man, how powerful Dumbledore was, as if Draco was unaware of that. He knew how powerful he was, and even more so how powerful he would become in the near future...but that was the thing, he was also aware of how powerful Tom Riddle would become. The infamous Dark Lord...at least that was what Draco was assuming, it was not as if he was one hundred percent certain about that. He was...assuming. Assumptions based in pretty concrete fact.

After all how many people called a half blood My Lord?