Tom Riddle is here-Hogwarts Slytherin Side

Empath?

The idea that Draco had a soul mate who just so happened to be an obviously powerful dominant alpha male, it was shocking. And Blaise was grateful that Draco had someone who would look out for him, he really needed that. According to Severus, it was incredibly difficult to find someone like that. Draco was really really lucky. But, Tom even more so. After all, Draco was a really incredible and sweet person.

"Come on, we have to go." Tom lifted Draco up, and wrapped a protective arm around his waist. Draco just hid in Tom's chest. Tom sighed.

"Potter is going to pay, extremely." he spat vindicively. After all, Tom was not really known for his kindness, but rather a swift approach to revenge and vengence. Not that that was a bad thing, it was actually an incredibly good thing. specially for a Slytherin such as himself.

"Were are you going to get sorted?" Blaise asked.

"Where do you think?" Tom rebounded, narrowing his eyes. Let us be real for a moment here. Okay? I am a Slytherin, I am mated to Draco Malfoy, also a Slytherin, and not only that, I just suggested we throw a danger party for the golden of Hogwarts. So, there are clearly, a Slytherin. Or do you think different?" Tom dared.

"No, no, no, no." Blaise said quickly, lifting his hands in a defence mode.

"Good." He said. His eyes narrowed when he saw Potter and his pathetic trio band. He would figure out what they did, and when he did, they would pay. All of Gryffindor would pay.

As predicted. Tom Marvolo Riddle was sorted in Slytherin. Without hesitation, and without delay on the part of the Sorting Hat. Barely touched his pretty little head before it shouted out the word of the darkest house. It had several of the teachers trembling, except for Severus, who had seen another side to the boy. Dumbledore himself, well, he was terribly frightened, after all. Tom Marvolo Riddle-Lord Voldermort's only child-sorted into Slytherin. It was the making of another Dark Lord, the beginning of the making of another Dark Lord, he could not let that happen. Ever.

Tom sat next to Draco, glaring at anyone who openly stared at him, and placing a restricting hand on Draco's waist, which calmed him. Tom examined the tables before him, annoyed with the manners of the other houses. The Slytherin house was the epitome of mannerisms and polite conversation, after all, most of them were purebloods.

"Draco, what news?" a boy-Goyle Tom believed. Sure looked like it. Draco looked up.

"Father is not happy." Was all he had to say to have the entire table tense up.

"Are you alright?" Pucey asked instantly.

"Oh, I am fine, most assuradely, make no mistake." Draco calmed the table. "But, Father is getting annoyed, not entirely sure for what reason, but I can feel it. Something bad is going to happen, I just do not know how or when. Hopefully to him so that I do not have to deal with the pathetic flea bag again." That got all at the table laughing.

"Who is your friend?" Flint asked. Draco bit his lower lip, glancing at Tom. Tom took over from there.

"I am his boyfriend." Tom said smoothly. The eyes of the Slytherins popped out of their sockets.

"Boyfriend? Really?" Crabbe asked.

"Yes."

"Is that what Lucius is angry over?" Pucey asked.

"No," Draco said instantly. "No, it has to do with something else, but I cannot figure it out. I have been trying to focus on him, but it is not...I really cannot..." Draco took a deep breath, as Tom gripped his ribcage discreetly under the table, calming him down with the extra pressure. "I cannot seem to focus on him as easily as I used to. For whatever reason, I do not know. But, whatever that reason is, I will figure it out, do not worry."

"Draco," Blaise sighed. "You do not have to. It stresses you out every time you try." Draco lowered his eyes.

"I know." He said simply. As if it did not matter.

"What are you talking about?" Tom cut in sharply. It had Draco jumping, and burying his face in Tom's front again. Tom sighed. "Draco." He said, a bit more sharp than was intended.

"I can...well, sometimes, I can feel the emotions of certain people, if I focus on them. Like, my father. He has been ansgy for the last few weeks." Tom sighed. This was a rather new development.

"Are you mad?" Tom asked, tilting his head to the side. Tom shook his head.

"No, no I am not angry with you, alright? It was just a surprise, I was not expecting it." Tom said, which instantly calmed Draco down. The Slytherins watched this with interest. Tom instantly shot his eyes up, and they clouded over with an icy film. Everyone looked away automatically. Sensing that this was someone you did not piss off.

"We will talk more about all of this later." Tom said, rubbing his hands over the trembling boy's sides. "Later, alright?"

"Okay." Draco said, and the meal continued.

Tom was curious though. It sounded as though Draco was empathetic, but only to specific people and only if he...focused on them? The child was becoming more and more a mystery the more time he spent with him, instead of figuring him out, the longer he got to know him, he simply had more and more questions and almost no answers to the previous questions that he had wondered over.

When they got to the common rooms, nobody looked twice as they saw Tom pull Draco into Tom's own bed, instead of having Draco go to sleep in his own. Tom wrapped his arms securely around his waist, and restrained him, pinning his arms to his sides, and wrapping his arms around his shoulders, keeping him from being capable of moving.

The simple fact that Draco fell asleep instantly, once Tom was finished restraining him, was incredibly worrying.