Oh, Shit

23

As much as Draco hated to admit it, he had been exhausted after Dumbledore's class. His head was pounding something viciously, and having to constantly be alert despite his exhaustion really tuckered him out even more. He was stumbling as he stood, swaying slightly, which caused Tom to once again place his arm around his waist to stabalize him, just like he had done in the carriage. His eyes flicked over to Dumbledore, catching the old goat staring at the two of them with something that Draco could not recognize in his eyes. He shook the feeling off, the unease that Dumbledore's gaze had given him. It wasn't often that he couldn't place an emotion, and knowing that Dumbledore was feeling something but not being able to know what it was really threw him for a loop.

Despite everything, however, Draco would say the class was a success in some ways. He had managed to keep Dumbledore from prying his defenses open, though he could not stop him from trying, which had caused him several moments of unnecessary worries when he felt the man trying to slink in unnoticed. Of course, Draco always noticed. He will say that his legilimacy was distinctly different from the Dark Lord's. When the Dark Lord rifled through the mind it was effortless, and you barely noticed it-at least that was assuming he did not want it to hurt, and unfortunately Draco had seen the aftermath of those sessions. Luckily for him, despite his Father's lack of loyalty and general displeasure that he had reaped upon the family, Draco had never had to worry about that. The Dark Lord had always been strangely accomodating, though Draco did not really want to question it further. He was certain there was a reason for it, and even more certain he would not like it. Best not to think over it at all.

Tom's arm gently guiding him out of the room, before switching to a more firm, and possessive, grasp as they left Dumbledore's gaze. Draco knew that Dumbledore had suspicions over Tom's true nature. The fact that he was the Dark Lord-or rather would become the Dark Lord. Though Draco was not entirely sure how he had come by those suspicions, nor why it was that he seemed to be so obvious with them. The disdain and general disregard that his eyes were filled with every time that he looked at Tom was annoying. While, okay, Draco knew that Tom would become an infinitely powerful Dark Lord, Dumbledore did not, so it irked him a bit. Founded as his fears may be in the future, it was not really a good look on him.

From what he had managed to gather from the limited classes that he had taken so far, it seemed to be the general rule. Dumbledore was a bit on the outs because of his treatement of Tom, despite Tom's seemingly respectable and polite demeanor. While Draco knew that it was due to his sensing the darker nature that resided in Tom, he also knew that was not a good way to judge students, and however it was that Tom had spun things into his favor, well, Draco did not care to know. He just hoped that it would keep Dumbledore away from him as much as possible. It was unnecessary to keep himself in the same room with him for any length of time outside of classes, and avoidance would be paramount.

Not just the fact that Draco had no idea what would happen to him should he remain in the same room with Dumbledore. He knew what to expect from his father, from his aunt bella, his uncle sev, and even the Dark Lord was predictable in certain ways despite his insanity. Dumbledore was a wild card, he was two faced in every way, and Draco had never particularly liked people whom he could not read, and those that could read him even more so. It would seem DUmbledore was a horrible mix of both, which combined with his mind arts proficiency, left Draco uneasy no matter the situation. Furthermore, while he may have started disliking the man because of the things that his father had told him, he had begun to dislike him more genuinely on his own terms after having dealings with him at school, which only increased the more schooling he had.

"Are you going to be okay for practice?" Tom questioned, pushing Draco against one of the corridor walls, and watching nonchalantly as he winced at the impact. It made his already pounding head feel even worse, if that was possible. "I do not want to damage you beyond repair, after all, and pushing yourself beyond your limits will only cause problems in the future." Draco glared up at him, before catching himself, and turning his gaze back down, the sight leaving a thrill to roll through the young Lord to be.

"I am fine, I can continue it is no problem." Tom sighed heavily, folding his arms across his chest, looking down at him judgingly.

"No, I do not think you are. Come here, we are going to the hospital wing. You need a headache potion before I even think about helping your practice." Draco rolled his eyes, but had no choice but to comply with Tom's decision as the other grabbed him and yanked him towards the medic area.