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...
Tom held the Malfoy boy close to his body, a great dose of possessiveness washing over him. He had no idea what this feeling was, but he did not particularly care either. He inhaled Draco's scent deeply, and sighed, the boy smelt like spearmint and pine.
Draco began to stir, and Tom's grip on the boy tightened.
"T-Tom?" Tom smiled down at the little child, and ran his fingers through his hair absently.
"Hi, Little One." Tom felt the boy relax immediately against him, and bury his face in his chest more. Tom smiled happily. He had never felt like this, and he was not entirely sure what it was.
"Are you feeling better?" Tom asked, instead of dwelling on his feelings. The boy only hummed his agreement. "I am glad." Tom sighed, and paused. "Do you wish to tell me what happened?" The boy snuggled closer to him, gripping him in his own vice like grip.
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"F-father he...got really angry the past few days. I tried to stay out of his way, not that that really works, but...he, was particularly volatile. He used the c-cruci-ciatus curse. Only for a few seconds, but it hurt so bad. I couldn't think properly. He only ever did that a few times before, and ne-never for so l-long. I-I did the only thing I could think of when I gained control over my body. I ran beyond the apperation wards, and apparated. I didn't know exactly where I was going, I just knew I had to get out of there. Then I saw you, and I was just so relieved and...and..." Tom shushed the boy calmly.
"Hay, hay, it's alright. Shhh, I've got you." The boy fell lax against him. At around dawn, Draco was whimpering in his sleep. Tom shook him slightly, to wake him, which did not take that long, and Draco was gasping, and bolting upright, only to be pulled down to Tom's chest again, keeping a tight hold on him, as he nearly broke down again.
"Don't worry, you will be fine." Tom whispered sweetly in his ears. Tom really had no idea what was going on with him, but it was clear that he was having some sort of odd reaction to this young boy. And Tom had no idea what was going on, but he most certainly did not wish it to stop.
Not a few minutes later, Tom and Draco stood, Draco a little shakily, and made breakfast. Well, that is, Draco made breakfast, as Tom was totally inept when it came to cooking. He had never had to do anything like that before, so he never bothered learning anything like that.
After a breakfast of amazingly good eggs and bacon, and toast, Tom dragged Draco outside for fresh air. The two sat on the back porch and just relaxed. Draco was doing some sort of homework for Severus Snape, the Hogwarts Slytherin Head of House and Potions teacher. Tom walked over to him, and leaned over to see what he was writing.
Draco started a little at that, but just smiled at at him, uncertainly.
"Give." was the only thing Tom, and Draco did not hesitate to comply with the order. Tom smiled brightly at the boy, and combed his fingers through his hair subconciously as he read the essay. He hummed a little every now and again.
"It is incredibly well written, good job." Draco's eyes lit up with that now familiar joy of being praised.
"Do you really think so?" He asked. Tom doubted Draco would ever be completely rid of his insecurities. But damn it all if Tom wasn't going to make an effort. For some reason Tom seemed to care for the boy, more than normal, that is. It was not like anything he had felt before, than again, he was not exactly in tuned with most of his emotions. He just smiled down at Draco and nodded, thinking.
"Yes, it is very well done. I am proud of you." At those words the boy seemed to nearly explode in joy.
"You are...proud...of me??" Tom just sighed and moved to stand in front of Draco. He knelt down, careful to keep himself slightly taller than the younger boy. Tom grabbed his hands.
"Look at me." Draco did. "I do not say things I do not mean. I am proud of you. I am proud of you for coming to me when you had nowhere else to go, I am proud of you for admitting what it is that Lucius did to you, I am proud that you feel safe enough with me, that you are willing to show your vulerable side, which is not easy for anyone, lest of all us Slytherins. You are an incredibly talented and intelligent wizard Draco, and you are doing incredibly well, alright?" Draco just nodded, tears beginning to form.
"Thank you," He whispered. Tom just smiled and kissed the younger boy's knuckles, all the while wondering: "'Is this what love feels like"' If so, Tom decided perhaps it is not so bad after all.
