A/N: Sorry this is late but Christmas has had me running around like a chicken with its head cut off! Some of you may not like this chapter but I do….it gets things going a little better! I love you all lots and I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! Oh and by the way, please excuse any grammatical errors. Thanks!

The room was kept dark and empty, save for a single chair in the center and small desk to the right where candles were perched, giving off the only light in the ominous room.

Even though it was in his house, Draco was forbidden to go near that one room…not that he would have dared to anyways.

Draco had just flooed to his house from the fire place in the Slytherins Common Room. His father had told him to do so only if there was an emergency, but Draco felt that the information he had was extremely vital.

He had been walking alone around the castle trying to find something to do when the news had reached him. He heard his name being shouted out from behind and he turned to see Pansy racing towards him, a look of urgency and excitement plastered on her pug-like face.

"Draco! Oh have you heard?" She stated breathlessly.

"Heard what?"

"There is a rumor going around school! They are saying that Hermione Granger has cheated on Tom Riddle! Can you believe it? I didn't even know they were a couple! Draco…are you ok?" Draco's face had suddenly paled considerably and he was letting out short, stabbing breaths.

"Yes, I am fine. Where exactly did you hear this?" He was trying to remain calm.

"Oh everyone is saying it! And it has to be true because I just heard some people asking Tom himself and he told them that Hermione is the one at fault and to go and bother her! My God….this is some serious news. To think, Hermione Granger and Tom Riddle! Is he blind or something? Why would he go for someone like Granger?" Pansy had looked a little miffed when she said this, but Draco did not notice.

"Excuse me Pansy; I have some business to attend to." Draco moved around her as she ran up to some of her other friends, determined to tell everyone this juicy gossip.

Draco didn't find it so exciting though; in fact he was thoroughly disgusted and insulted. What was the world coming to? Hermione Granger, the worlds biggest Mudblood, and Tom Riddle, the future Dark Lord…were an item! It was shocking; a scandal!

He calmed himself for a moment and then remembered that this was just a rumor and it could be complete bull. He decided he would just follow Tom around for a little bit to see if he could discover any proof that the gossip was true.

Following Tom was not easy however, as he had to make sure he stayed out of sight and completely hidden. He eventually had to steal outside and into the freezing cold where Tom had just ventured to. It was apparent that all of the questions and curious glances were driving the dark haired boy mad.

Draco, much to his surprise, was able to sneak by Tom undetected. He found a nice thick bunch of bushes and crouched down behind them, silently watching Tom's every move.

Just as Draco was sure his fingers would fall off from the cold, he saw Hermione come storming out of the castle looking completely pissed.

"How could you Tom?" She hollered. She was accusing him of lying and Draco felt extremely relieved. It was all a lie, he calmly reassured himself.

Just as he was feeling satisfied with what he had just heard, he saw something that made him gasp in utter horror. Tom Riddle had grabbed Hermione by her shoulders and began to snog her passionately.

He felt like throwing up. So what if that stupid piece of gossip wasn't true? By the look of how he was kissing her, Tom obviously had feelings for the little Mudblood.

Hermione pulled apart and told him they couldn't do this; Tom was pleading just the opposite. They argued about it for a moment before Tom apparently gave up and told her he would try to forget his feelings for her. His feelings! Unbelievable!

Hermione and Tom made their way back towards the castle and as soon as they were out of sight, Draco got out from behind the bushes and ran as fast as he could to the Slytherin Common room.

It was then that he made up his mind to Voldemort about Tom Riddle. Dumbledore had warned him severely to keep his mouth shut about it, but this had gone too far. He was not going to stand by and watch Granger contaminate Tom with her dirty blood. The very thought was perverted to him.

Draco continued to walk quietly up to the second floor of his family's gigantic estate. He knew that because he had not encountered anyone yet that everyone must be in some kind of meeting. For the past few months, Lord Voldemort himself had been residing in the Malfoy home, and was constantly holding Death Eater meetings in his room on the second floor. Draco only hoped that he would not be tortured for interrupting his soon-to-be master.

As Draco neared the room, he took a deep breath and masked his face from any fear that it may have shown. Sneer in place, he walked over to the door that was being guarded by two Death Eaters. When the two watchmen heard his footsteps, they immediately brandished their wands and pointed them straight at him.

"Reveal," one of the masked men growled. A blinding white light shot out from the end of his wand and hit Draco in the chest. When the lights had dimmed again, Draco was in the exact place he was before, still wearing his infamous sneer. If Draco had been an enemy, then that spell would have stunned him. The Death Eaters approached the young Malfoy, both men towering over his height of 5'9".

"Draco what are you doing here," came the first Death Eater's voice, who Draco recognized to be none other then his uncle Rodolphus Lestrange.

"I am sorry to turn up unannounced like this uncle, but I have urgent news that needs to be passed on to the Dark Lord. It is very important."

"Alright Draco, I will announce your arrival to the Dark Lord. I hope what you have to tell him is imperative, for he will be in a foul mood if you disrupt his meeting for something trivial."

Draco nodded and watched as the two Death Eaters took the protection spell off of the door and entered. They were only gone for one moment before they stepped back out in the hallway and beckoned Draco into the room.

Gulping down his fear, Draco walked with his back straight and head held high towards the door and entered. It took him a moment before his eyes could become adjusted to the dark, but when he could see clearly again he saw the one face that terrified him the most.

"Come forward Draco." Draco cringed at hearing that icy voice that was forever laced with malice. He walked past the surrounding Death Eaters, knowing one of them was his father, and bowed down low in front of the snakelike man whom they all called Master.

"What is this news you have for me that is so dire you feel the need to disrupt my meeting young Malfoy?" Voldemort's red eyes were boring on the top of Draco's head.

Draco cleared his throat quietly and looked up into his Master's horrible face.

"My Lord, this information may be hard to believe but I promise you it is true and is in fact very risky for me to be revealing to anyone. I have been sworn to all secrecy not to divulge this information to anyone but…."

"Out with it boy," Voldemort growled. He was one of very little patience.

Draco paled and cleared his throat yet again. "My Lord, about two weeks ago Tom Riddle was brought back from the past and is now residing at Hogwarts as a sixteen year old Gryffindor." Draco rushed all of this out in fear of angering the Dark Lord more.

Voldemort's face was unreadable at first. Draco thought he saw a flicker of shock pass over his red eyes, but it was gone in an instant and was replaced by a look that would have sent the Devil running.

"Stand up Draco." Draco was so intent on pleasing his Lord that he almost fell over in his haste to obey.

"How come it has taken you so long to bring me this information?" Voldemort spat.

Draco gulped and gave another rushed answer. "Dumbledore came to me and made me swear never to tell anyone who Tom Riddle was. It is not that I care about obeying Dumbledore My Lord, but I could not risk losing his trust, especially since my father is a known Death Eater."

Voldemort appeared satisfied with his answer, much to Draco's relief. He was unsure though as to why the Dark Lord believed his tale in the first place.

Voldemort smiled his awful smile as he thought this. Draco paled yet again, forgetting his Master was undoubtedly the worlds best Occlumens and could read his mind easily when it was unprotected.

"Do not worry Draco for I do indeed believe you. I can see the truth in your eyes.

"So…," Voldemort drawled out slowly, "Someone has brought back Tom Riddle. What a clever, yet desperate attempt to try and destroy me. The fools…." Voldemort let out a slight chuckle that sounded anything but pleasant.

"My Lord, from what I have gathered, it was Harry Potter and the Mudblood Hermione Granger who have brought him here. Dumbledore did not reveal their plan for him to me of course, but I do believe he is here in the attempt of defeating you. Unfortunately My Lord, they seem to have befriended him already." Draco waited for Voldemort's howl of rage at this news, but it never came. Instead, Voldemort let out another sinister chuckle and Draco caught a glimpse of his disgustingly snakelike tongue.

"So, Potter and his Mudblood friend want to turn him. They think making him good will be the end of me. They were foolish indeed to believe that I would not find out about his presence. Tom Riddle will never be good; we will make sure of that."

Voldemort then began to call certain Death Eaters forward, ready to give out instructions. Draco tensed up when he felt two hands on his shoulders and turned around to become face-to-face with his father. Lucius Malfoy looked at his son with pride at having told the Dark Lord this important information. Draco was so pleased with himself that he almost forgot to tell Voldemort his most important news of all.

"My Lord," Draco began with a bit more confidence in his voice. "There is more news Master, more urgent news."

"Go on Draco," Voldemort pressed, eager to hear all he could of the situation.

"Tom Riddle has in fact made more then just friends while he has been at Hogwarts. The reason I came here to tell you of this news was because of something I overheard between Tom and Hermione." Draco paused for a second, unsure of how to say this. "I-it appears that Tom Riddle and the Mudblood Granger are in fact an item my Lord." Draco blushed despite himself and waited to hear what the Dark Lord had to say.

Draco didn't know how it was possible, but Voldemort's already pallid face became even paler. He looked on the verge of throwing something, or someone, out of a window.

"You are sure of your information Draco?" There was no chuckle in his voice now; he sounded ready to kill. All of the Death Eaters had stopped what they were doing to listen more intently. Draco could even feel his father stiffen beside him from this news.

"Y-yes my Lord, I am positive. I overheard them talking of their relationship. Granger told him it had to end lest you found out, but from what I saw their romance seems far from over.

"Well…how unpleasant it is for them now that I know," Voldemort said, fury burning inside of him. If he had been any other person in the world then this information would have made him sick. The fact that a Mudblood had corrupted his younger self made him embarrassed and extremely livid.

"Draco return to school and mention this to no one." Voldemort commanded. "You have done well to tell me this information. Do not fear of Dumbledore finding out…I can protect your mind from him."

"Yes my Lord. Thank you." With that, Draco gave one last fleeting look at his father and then scurried out of the room and past the two guards. He let out a long sigh of relief; he thought that Voldemort would not believe him and curse him into oblivion or something. He couldn't wait until he was back at school and away from the Dark Lord's anger.

As he was heading towards the fireplace however, he gave himself a mental pat on the back.

Harry Potter and his damned friends were done for this time.

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Voldemort was giving out directions and telling his followers what to do and what not to do.

"Draco will no doubt bring me more information as the time passes. We will not act right away, not until we have a good plan of attack. And when the time calls for it my Death Eaters, you will do well to remember that Potter, Riddle and that damned Mudblood are mine." Voldemort's face contorted into an gruesome smile.

After he dismissed them all, he turned to the chair in the center of the room and walked towards it. He did not sit down on it however; he merely looked at it.

Suddenly, in a fit of rage, he picked up the expensive chair and flung it into the wall; it broke apart as if it were made of twigs.

He looked at the ruble on the floor and a sickening grin slid onto his face again. He was going to destroy Harry Potter and that damned Mudblood slut… and Tom Riddle would soon be his again…..

Hey you guys! I hope you are not mad about this chapter. I know there is no real Tom and Hermione action and all, but I wanted this one to be about Draco and Voldemort. Oh, and if there is something wrong with how the end looks, like if there is this giant gap there, then I am sorry but for some reason I was not able to delete the separation line that is there.

If you don't see anything wrong at all then just ignore everything I have just written…. I tend to ramble.

Thanks again you guys! You know I love you!

Mandy