3th Year for Draco Malfoy Voldermort rose but, the process didn't go as planned. Instead the remnant of soul still in the Diary of Tom Riddle with Lucius Malfoy once more rises instead and the deformed Voldermort dies right before Potter's eyes and...
For a long while Tom and Draco spent hours together. And during that time, Draco slowly began to gain confidence in Tom, but it was not enough, and his entire plan hinged on getting Draco to his side before Hogwarts. Clearly, the boy had severe trust issues, who wouldn't if you had Lucius Malfoy as a father, but he only had two weeks before the train left for Hogwarts, meaning that he had to get his plan set into place by the end of the week.
Really, he was beginning to loose hope that the Malfoy boy trusted him, that is, until he heard a knock on his door, and an unconscious Draco Malfoy fell-quite literally-into his arm. Tom stared down at this child, who had rarely shown any sort of comfort with him in the room, who just passed out in his arms.
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Tom placed the boy on the bed of the room that he had first found him in. It ended up being his designated room over the past several weeks. Tom slowly levitated him onto the mattress, before leaving him to get water and some snacks, the kid obviously hadn't eaten very much the last several days.
When he came back into the room, Draco was wild eyed, and terrified. He stared at Tom as he held out the water and snack. Confused.
"Eat." It was a command. Was it Tom's fault that his default command voice was cold and icy? No, blame that on his parents and their idiocy. Nevertheless, Tom saw absolutely no hesitation as Draco obeyed. Tom could not help but stare. After all these weeks, the boy had always hesitated before obeying a command, but now, that they were alone, he obeyed automatically. He wondered what could have possibly happened.
After Draco had downed the water and gobbled the snack up, he looked at Tom insecurely.
"What is it?" Tom asked, softening his voice and eyes. Draco looked up at him shyly, that is, before jumping on him and enveloping him in an embrace. Tom could feel the desperation in the boy's trembling body. He needed reassurance, a sense of direction, he needed someone and he desired comfort. Tom, with only a seconds hesitation, wrapped his arms around the frail boy's body. Encouraged by the relaxation of the boy, Tom pulled him closer, and held him tighter. He slowly maneuvered them on the bed to where Draco was lying over his lap, torso pressed against him, face buried in his chest, arms clutching his robes desperately. Tom sighed contently, as he drew small circles in the Malfoy Heir's back. the boy seemed to calm drastically, and was soon sleeping softly against Tom. Tom smiled to himself. He had the boy's trust. It just took him longer than normal to realize it.
