Kreacher
Draco woke calmly to a steady thumping. Blinking his eyes to awareness, he noticed that his head was laying on Tom's chest, whilst the elder slept. Draco sighed, and felt calmness, as he did always when waking to Tom's steady heartbeat. He had only had it happen a handful of times, and yet every time he felt a sense of security. He knew that Tom was dangerous, goodness did he know, but it still beat seeing his Father the moment that he woke up, those were always hear stopping moments leaving him breathless with terror. He was worried, however. He knew that Lucius would wonder and it would be doubtful if the man did not soon send a letter, or something of that sort, a threat of something depending on how pissed off he was at the moment, which would depend on the day. The Pureblood Malfoy elder had major bipolar tendencies.
'Kreacher?' Draco whispered to the air, and a faint popping sound came and Kreacher looked at Draco with wide adoration in his eyes. Draco assumed it was because he was now heir of the Black estate, as well as Malfoy. Sirius having been disowned, and Bellatrix recently having died, and Narcissa being the last Black, and Draco being her firstborn son, her only son.
"Yes Master Draco?" Kreacher asked with an overtly cheerful voice. Draco smiled lightly at the pitiful creature.
Despite what image he portrayed, he rather liked house elves. Dobby was his practically his playmate, and servant, and friend. He had had no one else, until he had gone to Hogwarts, not that that was especially surprising. He had cared greatly for Dobby, and he would have freed him, but he was too terrified of what his father would do to him. So he and Dobby made a pact. Once Dobby was freed, Draco gave him several pairs of socks, and scarves, slytherin colors, as well as a generous amount of silver snickles and gold galleons. The look on the poor House elf's face was worth all the risk. Luckily, his father never actually found out about that, so he was never punished. Draco did not even want to contemplate what the punishment for that would have been.
"Inform me if any mail addressed to me makes its way here, and give it to me before any others, okay? And anything other than what is addressed to everyone else is Tom's. Will you do that?"
"Of course, Master Draco, Kreacher will do what Master asks, of course."
"Thank you." Draco breathed as Kreacher apparated away. Draco sighed heavily. A hand suddenly made it's gentle way to his neck, and squeezed lightly, and Draco sighed deeply, and fell back onto Tom's chest, calm, and unworried once more. He didn't see the smirk that Tom held, but even if he had...Draco would not have had the energy to care.
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Tom noticed the moment when Draco woke up. It had jerked him from his sleep. But unlike normal when someone wakes him up without his permission, he was not furious. It would seem most of my dislikes are different with Draco. Tom thought curiously. Very interesting. This boy is most definitely a soul mate, nothing else could account for such things. Satisfied that he had found his soul mate, he smiled slightly, happier than he had ever been in his hogwarts years. He watched as Draco called Kreacher, and Tom noted with great interest how Kreacher came immediately to him, instead of taking a while, like he did with Sirius.
Of course, Draco is a black, his mother being Narcissa. From his knowledge Sirius was also obliterated from the will when he became a blood traitor. Which would mean that it would go to Sirius's younger brother, except he had died in service of Voldermort, according to the records. So than it was Bellatrix, who had recently died insane in Askaban. There was also Draco's other aunt who, according to Draco, was disowned after having married a muggle. Such things did disgust Tom in immense quantities. Marrying a Muggleborn would have been better than marrying a muggle, at least a muggle born has magical blood. Which left Narcissa, who was heir to Black estates. Considering she had a son, it was her son's inheritence. Narcissa refused to go near the Black estate, and since Sirius WAS a Back he could enter with little difficulty. House elves, were a different matter, however, and it was clear that Kreacher belonged to Draco, NOT Sirius, which was going to piss the proud man off a good deal. A show that Tom would most certainly be attending.
Tom realized that he had not ordered the elf, so much as asked, the elf to inform and give them their mail before the others had a chance to pilfer through it. Tom had to admit that it was good foresight on his part. They still had a good week until Hogwarts. Apparently the fool of a wizard dumbledore, had decided to change the date, sending out letters. Apparently some of the threstles had gotten loose, and were running wild throughout the countryside, so there was not enough carriages to carry everyone. That delayed them a bit, but not much, considering classes did not get really difficult until about two or three weeks in. Of course, Draco likely had not heard that new yet. And even still, the boy was as tense as a taunt wire. That meant that he was doing it for another reason, one that probably got him anxious. Tom could practically feel the nervousness rolling off of him in waves of distress. Tom lifted his hand and placed it on the back of the boy's neck, squeezing it gently, and pressing him more securely to his chest. The boy seemed to go pliant. Tom hummed carefully, lulling the boy back into a light sleep.