Tom Riddle is here-Hogwarts Slytherin Side

Threatening implying

Tom soon had Draco fast asleep against him. Blaise and Pansy seemed to be in awe.

"How do you manage that?" Pansy blurted out. She could not help it. She was curious. Incredibly so. Most took a lot of effort to try and help Draco out of a panic attack, and because of that. They managed, most of the time, of course, but it was still very difficult. The fact that this Tom character managed it so simply, well, she was jealous. She knew that she had no reason to be, of course, but she was. It was in her blood.

"Hmm?" Tom asked, looking up at her.

"Get him so...calm. He seems to be at complete ease with you. I just...I was curious." She said. It would not do to show her jealousy. It would make her seem petty. Even though she just KNEW that Blaise was feeling the exact same. In fact, she would bet that most of the Slytherins would feel that way once they found out about this.

"It is biological." Was Tom's cryptic answer.

"Biological?"

"Yes." Blaise looked slightly skeptical.

"Oh, you mean you are his mate." Pansy said, eyes gleaming, as she clapped her hands in joy.

"Woah, hold it, explain please." Blaise said, hands up to stop the conversation.

"What do you mean explain?" Pansy questioned.

"Mate? What the hell is a mate?"

"Someone you are destined to be with, a compatible person. There are several types. You would have to be more specific." Tom said from his seat on the floor, with Draco in arm.

"More specific...Are you serious? I..."

"What kind of Mate is Draco to you?" Pansy interrupted, annoying Blaise, and causing him to send her a heated glare. Pansy, for her part, was entirely unaffected, and merely seemed amused at Blaise. Who soon huffed and leaned back on the leather seating, folding his arms across his chest, muttering under his breath about rudeness and impropriety.

"Soul. Lucky me." Tom said, smiling slightly, and caressing Draco's face, brushing a couple of blond strands from his forehead, and behind his ear. Pansy cooed at the sweet sight.

"Do that again and I will personally ensure that you remain infertile your entire existance." Tom said with an air of nonchalance, as if it would be the most simple thing in the world. Pansy's eyes widened and she criss crossed her legs, arms moving across her stomach.

"You would not dare." She said, narrowing her eyes and the dark haired boy.

"Would I really not dare? Hmm? How do you know? Do you know me? No. And most importantly, are you willing to risk the fact that I may or may not actually keep my word." Pansy sighed.

"Fine, never again."

"Good. I would hate to see the pureblood population go down even further all because you were stupid enough to annoy me."