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 pushed Draco behind him, once they entered number 12 Grimwald place. Draco obeyed the silent demand that he stay behind him, and silent to Tom's pleasure.
It was not long before Remus, the werewolf Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, according to Draco's information, was taking them up to meet and greet the golden squad, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Tom could feel Draco's false bravado and confidence returning. He guessed that it made sense. He was surrounded by those who made his life hell, and he retaliated in the same. Those who, had Lucius not been told explicitly that this was Tom's plan and if anything were to interfere with it, he would personally crucio him into oblivion, Draco would be getting severely punished for being seen in the same house as them willingly, and without orders. He could understand what Draco was trying to do, and he commended him on it, but he also knew that Draco had reached a new level of rawness in the last few weeks. It was doubtful that he would be able to maintain the charade for very long. Draco was a rather submissive individual, who can easily take control, and while before hand, where there was no one Draco trusted or who were intelligent enough to realize it, now, Draco had Tom, and therefore, there would probably be several slips in the boy's behavior, contrasting what these apathetic Gryffindors were used to.
Tom easily slid inside the room, Draco following, albeit slightly more hesitantly. Remus spoke with them, the three giving both of them dirty looks, but Tom could really care less what they wanted. Soon enough they would be bowing down to him anyways.
"Draco." Draco looked up, giving Remus a hauty expression, filled with loathing and distrust. "Your Hogwarts things will be brought here as well as Tom's things, and for the next few days, you will be sleeping in here with Harry and Ron." Tom simply nodded, at Draco's glance towards him, wordlessly asking if it was alright.
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"Fine." He paused. His face suddenly black. "What of my Father?" Remus seemed to tense at the question.
"Lucius said that you will stay here until he deems otherwise." Draco eyes fluttered shut for a mere second, before nodding.
"Very well," Was all that was said, as Remus left the room. Tom gently guided Draco over to the farthest corner of the room, and pressed him down to sit on the floor, where Tom followed soon after. Tom then began talking quietly with him.
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Harry was angry. He didn't want to have to share his room with Voldermort's son, and really, no one could blame him. And than there was the problem with Malfoy. Honestly, he did not want to even look at those two again, let alone have to share a room with them. Though, it would give him a chance to make sure that they were not planning anything nefarious. He didn't have much of a choice to agree anyways, because, this was technically, not his or Sirius's house. As far as he had been told, the inheritence had gone to Bellatrix, who may or may not have handed the inheritence over, given the fact that Kreacher has willfully disobeyed Sirius as of late. It was possible.
Than, when the two came in, and Draco had faint bruising around his neck, barely seen, this Tom Riddle, clearly had some sort of vitaimin D deficiency. He was pale, almost gaunt. Draco was clearly malnourished, and seemed to still radeate the same arrogance, even though he seemed far too tense around his shoulders and arms than was possibly healthy. Than, Remus left, and Tom seemed to pull Draco forward, and Draco followed, willingly. It was a little disconcerting. He noticed that Riddle forced Draco to sit down on the floor, and, unlike what he had expected after that, he sat down next to him, pulling him close, and rubbing his shoulders and arms, Draco and him talked quietly. Draco seemed to gently calm down and relax. Tom then gently grabbed the boy and wrapped his arms around him, which Draco seemed to uncertainly reciprocate. It was clear that both of them were unaccustomed to physical contact, the way they both seemed to hold on loosely, and release far to soon.
They would need to keep an eye on them, a very watchful eye.
