Tom Riddle is Here-Hogwarts, Slytherin Side

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Casting a critical eye about them, Tom wondered what the best course of action at the moment would be. He was already quite angry and the day had barely begun. The residents of Grimwald place were lucky that he was more concerned over getting Draco to Hogwarts now than anything else, otherwise they would be finding themselves having quite a bit of difficulty. They were almost there, having gotten onto platform nine and three quarters, but there was a...slight hiccup now as to how he was going to continue things. 

Tom cast his eyes towards his left as Draco seemed to cling desperately to him. He knew that it was unlikely to change, this sudden need to for physical comfort, though Tom supposed that it was not as sudden as he would think when he contemplated their past interactions. Draco had always preferred a more physical care to verbal affirmation, after all. That did not change the current problem, however. Draco had been like this since he had another panic induced sub drop after being left alone in the same room as Potter. It has not been intentional, but it was enough to set him into a flying fury as he had requested Sirius to keep the trio away from Draco which clearly had not worked, as well as Draco being in a very dangerous state at the moment and him having to face a bunch of people in a few hours...let's just say that Tom's mate was in a very precarious position. There was no way whatsoever that he was leaving Draco's side, or allowing Draco to leave his. 

Tom grabbed Draco firmly by the shoulders, steadying the poor child. He was in a hell-defying terror at the moment, and Riddle swore that those imbeciles would pay. Whether by his hand or another. Preferably his. Perhaps he would have the time to encourage others to take their time with them. He would not hesitate to say that he was not the only ones that the Trio had pissed off.

Tom gripped the boy and steered him carefully through the mass of people. Getting there had been a bit more of a challenge than Tom would be willing to admit, but now that they were here there was a whole new challenge which was being presented to him. That was null and void, though, considering once they were on the train Draco seemed to calm down substantially. It did not go away entirely, Draco was still tense, but it was more than Tom was comfortable with. Not that he had a choice when it came to these things. 

"Draco," Tom said, trying to keep his voice soft and gentle. To his surprise it was not very difficult to do. It would seem Draco was an exception to a lot of things as of late. The boy in question snapped his eyes up to his, well, just underneath his. Tom still had a very difficult time getting him to look anyone in the eye. He knew better than to give any sign of his disappointment, though, not in this state that Draco was in. All that would accomplish would be dropping Draco further down on the already dangerous spiral he was on.  

Once in an empty Slytherin compartment, Tom sat the boy up carefully, made direct eye contact, ensuring that it was kept by grabbing him by his jaw and pulling his eyes towards his, and said in his very obvious Alpha voice, "Get dressed, now." While Tom did not necessarily relish using it on Draco he knew that it was a surefire way to ensure obedience. Not that obedience was usually something he needed to worry about from him, but he also knew that it would help the other not think so much, which was definitely something that he needed at the moment. 

Draco jumped to obey and without hesitation. He fumbled slightly, unable to button his polo from the amount that his fingers were trembling and though this would normally be rectified quickly, with Draco asking for help unfortunately Draco was not currently in his normal space of mind and he soon collapsed on the floor shaking and stuttering out every apology in the book. Tom just now was realizing how bad a space Draco was in. 

"It is fine. Hey, you are fine. Can you sit up for me?" Tom waited for Draco to sit up completely. He became aware of a few Slytherins moving towards the room, but ignored them. He was in Slytherin, and Slytherin robes which had been taken from Draco who had been so kind as to provide some extras outside of his own, so it wouldn't matter much. "Good boy," Tom said gently, briefly carding his fingers through his hair and he felt Draco's breathing become easier, and less laboured, at the praise. Tom breathed sharply. He knew he would be to proceed carefully.