Passed Around Dark Lords

62

Tom was displeased by the words that Draco had said, and Draco knew this. It did not take a genius to feel the dark cloud that descended on him immediately, and the hiss of his words was not something to take lightly. He knew that Tom would not know their customs as much, considering he was a half-blood, but such a reaction. 

"Do not worry too much, Tom, I am second in line, not first, if anyone has to worry about these things, it is Abraxas. Considering I am not the first in line, well, I have a lot more freedoms, so to speak, and being able to choose something like whom I marry is one of them, as long as it is within reason, of course," He said gently, soothing the other's ruffled feathers. Tom inhaled sharply, calming himself down from the incadescent rage that he had been just about to descend into. 

"That is good to know," He grit out, unable to quite keep the frustration from his voice. "Does that mean I will have this privilege?" Daring, he would say so himself, as Tom leaned forwards, whispering in Draco's ear, watching as a healthy bloom of red rushed over his features. Flustered looked good on Draco, particularly considering how pale he was. 

"That is...I mean...I do not expect you to..." 

"Oh, darling, you are so funny," Tom said, the words almost forced out. "I was not asking," He hissed softly. His eyes flashing red. Draco felt a shudder roll down his spine, his breath momentarily stopping. 

"I guess, if you can convince my...if you can convince the Malfoy patriarch, but Tom, you will have to convince him." Tom straightened, pleased, a smile curving on his features, almost dark in nature. 

"Of course, I can do that, it should not be too difficult. As you said, you are not Abraxas, and not first in line. You have more liberties and freedoms." Draco sighed, feeling rather distinctly that he had screwed himself over. "Before all of that though, the library calls our name tomorrow." 

"Yes, I have a good feeling about looking in the yearbook records." Draco said, the prospect of research making him giddy. He had not had much chance to run to the library lately, and he missed it. 

"That book, the one from florish and blotts, it is quite interesting." Draco shrugged.

"I did not, unfortunately, get a chance to read it. Someone took it before I had the opportunity." Tom laughed, and Draco gave a tense smile in response. 

"I will give it back to you, it is a rather dark magic book though, so I am surprised that you managed to get it into Hogwarts with little notice." 

"It is what my family is known for, yes?" Draco said softly, raising a brow curiously. "After all the Malfoys have a history of smuggling dark artifacts where they should not go, and well you know how the blacks are with their...less than ethical practices regarding magic." 

"Actually I do not." Tom frowned, not liking that he did not know information. Draco sighed, anything that reminded Tom that he was not raised by wizards was a risk, and he would prefer not to have to deal with him getting angry at the moment.

"I will let you know all about it once we are done with this annoying outing." He promised. "I think you will find it...interesting, but Orion has never spoken to you about it?" Draco tilted his head curiously.

"No, someone has neglected to mention." Tom grit out. Orion was definitely going to get it when they returned, but Draco really could not be upset about it, too happy that he was able to redirect the frustration away from him once more.

Draco crossed the threshold of the three broomsticks, and moved to the side, pulling Tom with him as he did so. It was weird, having his family in the room with him. Generally, he avoided the three broomsticks, but he really did not have a good reason to avoid it this time, and he was trying to avoid speaking with anyone, so. He doubted that it would continue, after all the Black family would be asking questions soon enough. That was obvious. He could tell just from the look in their faces. It was okay though, because Draco had been expecting this, and he had been preparing himself for it too. It had been weeks. It was bound that this was going to happen eventually. He just wished had more time, but things never went as he wished, so it was not really surprising that he was not given more grace. 

Enceladus smiled towards him and moved them to a corner table. Draco ensured that he was left on the outside, not willing to be trapped between people. This conversation was going to be difficult enough without the feeling of being trapped between tons of powerful people that were planning his impending doom. 

"What can I get for you?" Draco let his fingers curl around Tom's hand, surprised that the other was still holding it, as the sound startled him somewhat. He did not even bother trying to order for himself, just allowing himself to lean slightly on Tom, as Tom did what Draco had known he would do and ordered for him. Orion's eyes watched, a bit wide. Draco supposed he was surprised that Draco was daring to do this in front of the families, but he was already drained of energy. He did not really have the energy to care too much about the more trivial things. Barring that, he was not the heir, and he was going to be given more leniency in these things than Abraxas would, for instance. 

"So, my son seems to have made great friends with you, Draco...I hear about you almost constantly in his letters. Quite the first impression." Draco avoided looking at Arcturus but shrugged slightly.

"Perhaps...if you did not request him to spy on me, you would hear less from him."