Chapter 9
Tom dragged Draco out of bed. The other had been rather tired, as he and Tom had spent several hours discussing the next steps to their plans and such. Draco was actually quite the interesting person for all the various ideas that he could come up with. Tom did not really know which one to actually focus on. It was almost impossible to find one idea that was the best out of all the ones that the other had proposed. They could not write them down, definitely not. Both Tom and Draco were well aware the risks and dangers posed by writing things down. Sure, there were steps which could be taken to ensure that nothing would be visible to another person, but Draco just felt anxious about having any physical evidence. Though Tom would never admit it, he liked the fact that Draco was conscious of the dangers of leaving behind any physical representation of their plans. Once again, they could always burn it should they use paper, but then what was the point in really writing them down in the first place? There was no point.
Still, they had some semblance of what they wanted to continue to do to mislead the Twins, and by the Twins Dumbledore as well. They had to be careful with what they said, and they had to be even more careful not to accidentally contradict themselves. It would be rather dangerous. They had to keep their stories straight, and they had equally instructed the others not to speak to anyone about questions regarding why they were doing this. Let the old man try and figure it out. Tom would like to see him floundering trying to understand who the supposed ‘mastermind’ of this whole operation was when they were really sitting right in front of his very eyes. Though Dumbledore did not think that Tom was Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord, he did believe that Tom was that man’s son. Suspicion naturally would fly on him almost immediately from his eyes.
Tom could not have such things interfering with what he wanted to do. There was too much to do, and Tom was not about to have to watch his every move and second of every day outside of the Slytherin common room. As such, he and Draco had been devising various ways to try and figure out something that would help...lean suspicion which was likely already being thrown on him, off of him.It was not easy to find something that would work. They had spent quite a long time through the night trying to find something that would be more then capable of doing so.
They had done quite a bit that night, and Tom was actually quite pleased with what they had come up with. Draco was happy that he made Tom happy, and now Tom had to drag Draco out of bed so that they were not late to their breakfast.
Tom and Draco both still had trouble eating sometimes. After all, it was never easy to eat such vast amounts of food after being almost starved for most of that person’s life. At the orphanage, it was quite often first come first serve, and Tom hated the other children quite a bit. He typically stayed to himself, as such, he tried to avoid the rush of breakfast, lunch, and dinner, mostly returning later then the other kids so not to get trampled by everyone’s stampeding to the counter. Draco, while not having to worry about the same exact thing, certainly had his own problems. Really, Tom had to remind himself to destroy Lucius little by little for the damage that he had caused Draco. Granted the other had not known that Tom would take so fiercely to the boy, and likely had never thought much of it, but now that he had, Tom decided that it was important that he punish Lucius rather severely for the harsh actions and bad parenting.
Not yet, however, Tom unfortunately needed the other in good condition to do what he wanted to do. They were in the midst of change in Hogwarts, and he needed someone to help keep an eye on what was going outside of Hogwarts and keep him properly informed. Lucius, at such a pristine position, was perfect for that. Not to mention that he had some sort of fake friendship with the Minister, so he was even more perfect for the job. Tom was not about to go on a vengeance spree when it would cause more damage to his overall plan then he wished. He would just have to wait until after his plans were completed before he destroyed the other man.
“Draco,” Tom said, voice lifting in his annoyance. He could not help it, these thoughts of vengeance and such were really getting to him, and after all, he had been fruitlessly trying to wake the other for a good minute now. Tom was about to just throw a water spell over the other and force him awake that way. It would probably be more effective then Tom’s whispers and muttering as those were clearly not working. Before he managed to do that, Draco stirred, and Tom smirked.
A few seconds later, Draco fell from his bed to the floor, and opened his eyes to stare at Tom with annoyed and betrayed eyes.
“You refused to wake up.” Tom said as an explanation shrugging his shoulders idly. “I did try, be lucky I didn’t use a water spell to just force you awake. That would have been far more unpleasant.” Tom almost laughed at the disgusted look on Draco’s face at the thought of a water spell. That would be most unpleasant as a matter of fact, and Draco did not like the idea in any way whatsoever. He had never been woken by water, and Draco planned to keep it that way in the foreseeable future as well.
“Why did you wake me up? We stayed up late tonight. I need my sleep,” Draco whined softly. Tom rolled his eyes.
“You also need to eat, so get up, and get dressed. Breakfast is important, and we forewent dinner to study.” Tom said simply.
“Fine,” Draco growled, throwing his hands up in the air. Tom was amused at the other’s antics.
He watched as the other grabbed his things and escaped into the bathroom which was adjacent to the bedroom. He should really stop indulging the boy so much...But he just could not help it. Though, if anyone else had said such a thing to him, Tom could not say that they would remain...completely intact.
Draco was different though.