Tom Riddle is Here-Plan in Action

Forcing Doubt

Draco did not look at Dumbledore, but his scowl was still as ever present upon his face. He did not want to talk to Dumbledore, and if it were not for the fact that should they not it would ruin the entire plan Draco would not be here. Though, he had to admit, he and Tom had come up with a basically fool proof plan. Despite Draco's inherent dislike of having to be within the man's presence, Tom was right. They needed him off their backs in order for their plan to actively succeed. They could not let Dumbledore begin to get suspicious. The man may be annoying but he was powerful, and capable. Which was likely the main reason they agreed to do this in the first place, otherwise what was the point? Sure, they may despise Dumbledore, but, the main thing remained that despite their dislike of the old man, he was more then able to make their lives miserable if given the chance, for now. Of  course, such things would not be true soon enough, but they were now. 

Tom, as opposed to Draco, made himself comfortable in the chair adjacent to the man's desk. Draco did not, though he did move closer to Tom, standing behind him. It was an interesting position, but Draco did not much care. Tom understood him more then this old man would, let him come to his conclusions. Draco did not really care enough at the moment. He did not loose eye contact with Dumbledore as he did so either. He did not want to let the other person out of his sight. It was dangerous. Who knew what Dumbledore would do...what he was capable of. Draco knew that if the old man decided to actively curse them there was little he could do, but he was powerful enough in his own right. He would at the very least manage to get him and Tom out of the room...hopefully. 

"I heard some...interesting things lately." Dumbledore said, settling in his chair, peering down at them with a small glint of sympathy in his eyes. Draco nearly bristled, if it were not for the facade that he had to put on. Him and Tom had talked this out before, and he would not be the one who made them fail. IT was not the Malfoy way to fail, after all. For as cruel as his father was, Draco would like to think that perhaps that was the reason his father strived so hard to make him perfect. Malfoys did not fail. It was not within their genes, and they were not ones to bow down o failure, ever. Such things just simply were not in their nature. He knew that this likely did not have anything to do with the fact that his father was a cruel bastard, but...he would dare to hope after all. Who knows how Abraxas treated his son? Maybe...Maybe it was just what his father knew? Draco would hope so continuously, though he would not allow Tom to know that he was having such thoughts, the other would be profusely mad. 

However, Draco forced himself to focus, he needed to be present, at this point in time. He could not allow himself to drift, as he was want to do at times. So he made sure to pay very close attention, both to Tom, upon whom he had his hand resting atop his shoulder, and to Dumbledore, who he was watching incredibly carefully. 

"Is that so?" Draco asked, tilting his head to the side lightly, his eyes dark as he watched Dumbledore, his fingers slightly digging a bit too harshly into Tom's shoulder. Tom, for his part, did not react. Though Draco did notice and forcibly relaxed his fingers, a silent apology passing through him. 

"I was just wondering if there was anything...difficult, going on with you two recently." Dumbledore said with his ever so pitiful smile. Draco hated pity, but the way Dumbledore gave it made him want to claw the man's eyes out. 

Draco swallowed nervously, his fingers tightening once more on Tom's shoulders, this time  tight enough that it caused the other boy to wince, before glaring up at him. Draco plucked his fingers from the other's shoulders, finally looking away from Dumbledore, grasping his wrists before his body, and leaning on the chair behind Tom.

"I..." Draco hummed. "Do not believe there is anything, Sir." Draco gave enough hesitation in his voice, to make it believable, after all, they had a role. Dumbledore, as Draco had intended, did not believe him when he said that, and it was quite clear. 

"To be candid with you two, I know that something is going on." The bastard said gently. Draco glared at the Professor, before glancing to the side and breathing in deeply. 

"Look, Headmaster," He began slowly. "I am not too sure that you quite understand..." 

"I heard you, and Tom, getting threatened." Draco jerked his head up to Dumbledore, his eyes conveying fear,  before he expertly masked the fake emotion. 

"We were not getting threatened!" Tom interjected, finally deigning to speak. He leaned forwards, his eyes blazing, pinning Dumbledore with his stare. "It was simply a friendly reminder, is all. Who would dare threaten Draco Malfoy, after all." Tom said with a strained laugh. He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest, watching Dumbledore with careful eyes. 

"Headmaster, perhaps you saw the exchange wrong is all," Draco suggested with a shrug of his shoulder. "It happens, but, We were not being...threatened." 

"Draco, Tom, it is okay." Dumbledore said with a soft voice. "I am not going to judge you or anything. You can feel free to tell me what happened, and I can then take the appropriate actions against the student who threatened you." 

"Headmaster," Draco said, his voice taking a stern edge to it now, having true and well lost his patience with this idiot. Take action? Did this man truly think that they would allow such a thing? As Slytherins? That they would allow their reputation be put in danger for something as  simple as being threatened? As though they had not regularly been threatened before? "We are fine. I am sure you are just misunderstanding the situation. There is no need to take corrective action. We are are both fine." He said, with a small laugh. "Seriously. No need to worry." Draco said confidently, knowing as he did so the same words would instill doubt in Dumbledore's mind.