Tom Riddle is here-Hogwarts Slytherin Side

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Truth was, the Gryffindors had reason to be worried. In all honesty, they were about to get the worst year that any had seen for Gryffindors in a long while. Tom and Draco could see the anxiety filling the pores of the pathetic bastard Dumbledore, and it took everything they had not to laugh, but they had to maintain order.

So far, things had been going as planned. At dinner, Draco and Tom called a meeting to order at the Slytherin table, to consist of only themselves, and Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Everyone was clearly worried and curious at why the Slytherin table was acting so off lately, but nobody dared make any comment on the matter. Mostly because they were worried that they would be hexed to oblivion, but also because they did not want to have to deal with the riddles that the Slytherins loved to use. It was well known throughout Hogwarts history how the Slytherins were famous for their exceedingly complex riddles and difficultly interpreted wording. If they even answered the question at all. They may just pretend they have no idea what you are talking about or skirt the issue completely.

Draco was securely seated next to Tom, who instantly wrapped an arm tightly round his torso in an extremely posessive and protective position. Draco was neatly pressed against the powerful Alpha male, and had absolutely no qualms about it either. He did not even question what his mate was doing, simply snuggled in close to Tom, turning just so that he could see his Slytherin's clearly and communicate effectively, and still create an invisible barrier. It was not as comforting, but it did help. And he knew how possesive Tom could get.

"So, did you get reports from the others?" Draco demanded. It may be only the beginning of dinner, but he cared little for that. At the sound of the meeting commensing, the other Slytherins instantly moved to ensure that the four had a silent and PRIVATE conversation. Well, as private as one can get in a hall filled with hundreds of students.

"Yes, we did. And there have been some heartening updates." Blaise said elegantly. Glancing up at Tom, before sliding his gaze over to Draco.

"Well, go on. I wish to hear all about it." Draco said, comfortably leaning into Tom. Tom instantly adjusted to hold Draco's extra weight.

"The Gryffindors are getting angsy much sooner than expected." Tom glanced down at Draco, but he was enraptured in the words coming from Blaise's mouth. Though he did glance up at Tom and give him a small lift of his lips to show that he was not paying attention to Blaise's quite attractive features.

"The other houses have started talking about it too. Hufflepuffs are getting anxious, and the Ravenclaws have already developed conspiracy theories." Pansy added. She was well versed in the gossip of the school. It came in handy only little, but this was one of the times that it did. To be honest, Draco knew that gossip had it's own special place in society, he just never really cared for it. He hated having to sift through everything trying to identify what was true, and what was rumor. It was tedious and exhausting. He had others that would do that for him willingly.

"Well, why not tell us some of the these ever so interesting theories?" Tom suggested. From the sound of his tone, though, it was clear that it was most certainly no suggestion. it was an order. And one that everyone would think twice about disobeying.

"Well, some are thinking that something happened on the train between one of the upper class Prefects of Slytherin and Gryffindor. Some think that over the summer a bunch of the pureblood slytherins and gryffindors had bad fights between them. And some are even thinki..."

"Parkinson, get to the ones about Draco already." tom interrupted quite rudely. Instead of scoffing like Pansy would have normally done in such a situation, she merely gulped and nodded quickly, showing that she would do as ordered.

"Well, there are some rumors around the mill talking about how one of the Gryff mudbloods must have offended a Slytherin pretty badly. Another rumor is going around saying that the Golden Trio must have done something to really cross the line to Draco. A couple are saying that Draco must have done something to harry, and harry retaliated more than necessary. Either way, most of them paint the gryffindors in a bad light, which is good for us in the upcoming months." pansy explained, popping a carrot into her mouth.

"The biggest thing now," Blaise said reverting attention back to him. "Now that we have the whole school in a tense situation, simply begging for it to break, is what are we going to do? We have everyone on edge. People are simply waiting for a fight to break out between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins. What are we going to do now that we have them practically on their knees?" The question was directed at both Tom and Draco, but as usual, it was Draco who answered. Tom let him, the sheer astounding mental capacity that his lover had was unreal. It was crazy simply how smart the little devil was. It would be cause for worry to many of the higher political powers when he came of age.

"We wait until they are actually on their knees and begging for mercy. The tensions will continue to build and build and build. I want them riffling with anxiety. I want them cautious of their every step, I want them fearing for their lives." Draco's eyes flashed angrily as he spoke, causing Blaise and Pansy to subconciously cower slightly from the intensity. "They caused me days of anxiety, terror, fear, and pain, and I want the same exact thing to happen to them. Right now, Gryffindors rule the school, while we are sitting on the backburner. We are being pushed around, belittled, bullied, portrayed as evil skivving children. Children of death eaters we may be but I am sick and tired of everyone berating us simply because of what our parents or grandparents did.
"And you know what." Draco said, a malicious gleam in his eyes. "I think it is about time we show this school what us Slytherins are really capable of." Draco said in a mere whisper. Pansy and Blaise nodded eagerly.

"Well, let's get to it. Here is what we have to do. I want us to keep up those comments and the glares. Only, this time, focus it on merely Potter and his friends. Except Ginny. I want Slytherins to go out of their way to congratulate, or compliment Ginny Weasley. No one else, not yet. Got it?"

"Yes, we do. Count it done."

"Spread it to the others."

"Will do."