A summer with T.M Riddle

Disclaimer: Must I do this again?

Summary: How bad could a summer with a 16-year-old Voldemort be? I mean sure he is going to turn out to be the most evil wizard alive, but hey, it can't be that bad. Right?

Chapter 1:

If it wasn't bad enough that Narcissa Malfoy had practically charmed everything she owned to smell like strawberries, it was that she had done the same to everything in her son's room.

Draco sat on the end of his bed glaring at everything within his site. Though mainly he glared at his mother, who stood in the doorway rambling on about some dinner party she was to be hosting within a week's time.

"….I think I shall have to invite dear Bella. It's been so long since I've seen her. It shall be nice to be able to chat to her again", the woman rambled on oblivious to her son's angry stare.

At this Draco just rolled his eyes. "Great, a mad mother and Aunt to put up with just brilliant", he muttered under his breath. True Draco had never actually met Bellatrix but the fact that she had only just escaped Azkaban and being his mother's sister kind of said it all.

Narcissa looked at Draco with a look of sympathy before saying, "Are you alright dear? You don't look to good"

Draco rolled his eyes again before collapsing onto his bed. He immediately regretted this, as it smelt horrible of strawberries. Getting up again he stormed past his idiotic mother to find an un-scented house elf to de-stink his room. Narcissa just shrugged at her son's odd behaviour and went off in the opposite direction.


Finally after six strawberry scented elves Draco found a non-scented elf hiding in one of the kitchen cupboards. Apparently it was allergic to strawberries or at least that's what Draco thinks that it was trying to say.

"But…young Master sir…. strawberries bad…sir…puff up and and…I DON'T WANT TOO", the little elf shrieked.

Draco frowned down at the little creature trying to think of its name. 'Dippsy, no Drips…ugh' Giving up trying to remember Draco snapped at the little elf to stop complaining and to just de-stink his room already.

Dippsy or Drips bowed low before scrambling off muttering about stupid little bastards.

Frowning again Draco yelled after the elf, "DON'T FORGET TO TELL ME WHEN YOU'RE DONE"

Dippsy just swung around gave Draco the finger before storming off. Shrugging at the elf's odd behaviour Draco went off in search of a place that didn't stink of strawberry sweetness.

Half an hour later Draco was sick of waiting and he still hadn't found a place that didn't smell. How long did it take to de-stink a room anyway? Turning around Draco stormed off in the direction of his room.

Throwing the door open angrily he was just about to start kicking up a fuss when a rather odd sight met his eyes. Standing in the middle of his room was a boy about his age, in Slytherin robed, poking at an extremely elf like balloon with his wand. It took a few seconds for him to realize that it actually was an elf.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?", he screeched at the dark haired boy.

The boy turned to him and grinned happily, "Finally!" he sighed, "Do you know how long I've been looking for someone. This place is bloody huge. Honestly I was beginning to think I would never find someone. Then this thing showed up"

He pointed up to Dippsy smiling evilly.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my room? And that's mine", Draco snapped grabbing his wand off the strange boy.

The boy frowned back at him. "Hey, it's not my fault my diary was in your house", he muttered pulling out the little black book Draco had chucked earlier. Accept now it didn't have a huge gaping hole through the middle of it, nor was it covered in ink, though it did seem to be soaked in potion.

Draco gave the boy an ugly look. "You have a diary? What are you gay?"

The boy glared at him before snapping, "No I am not. This isn't a normal diary anyway. It stored me in it"

Draco just raised his eyebrows at him thinking that this guy was crazier than his mother. "Right! Now I will ask again. Who the fuck are you?"

"Tom Riddle. What's it too you anyway?"

"Well you are standing in my room", he snapped back

Tom laughed, "This is your room? And you were accusing me of being gay, at least all my stuff doesn't stink off strawberries"

Draco glared at him again. Tom didn't seem to care and he turned his attention back to the elf, which he gave a sharp prod causing it to go bursting around the room as it deflated. Ducking as Dippsy zoomed his way, Draco went back to insulting the Riddle boy.

"Well now that you have your oh so precious diary back you can get out of my room", he snapped pointing at the door.

"Where am I to go? Thanks to your potions I am now free from this blasted book, though I doubt it was done on purpose"

Draco just frowned again. Great, this must be the reason why his father kept the diary so he wouldn't get out. He was going to be in big shit now. Draco was just about to ask how the hell to get Riddle back inside his dumb book when his mother's shrill voice called out his name from the hall.

Swearing loudly he shoved Riddle into his closet and slammed the door on it just as his mother walked in.

"Dinner's ready darling", she stated smiling happily.

"Yes mother", he snarled, leaning against the closet door as it started shaking.

Narcissa gave her son an odd look before strutting from the room. Sighing Draco opened the door.

"Oh look who's coming out of the closet now!", he snapped as Riddle come striding out.

Tom snarled at him before storming to the doorway. He turned to Draco and smiled nastily. "Lovely mother you got there, think I might go have a chat with her"

"No…don't", he nearly screamed.

Riddle smirked, "Why not?"

"Ugh", Draco didn't really know what to say. Riddle seemed like the person who would happily get him into trouble without even a second thought. The bastard was almost like Potter, minus the whole hero attitude. Now that he thought about it Riddle even looked a bit like Potter.

"Great another Potter, that's all I need", he thought aloud.

Tom's eyebrows rose when he mentioned the name. "Potter? Now where have I heard that before? Who is he?"

Draco gave him an odd look before answering "Harry Potter. You know? Bloody idiot who lived"

Tom just scratched his chin and looked at the ceiling apparently being lost in thought. Draco just rolled his eyes and started shoving him out the door.

"Well he's a prat so I don't know why you care so anyway now you can leave"

Tom just glared at him again. "Haven't I already said I have nowhere to go and I think I like it here very much", he said walking over to Draco's bed before flumping down on it.

"GET OUT", Draco shouted finally loosing his temper and stomping over to the boy.

"Make me", Riddle snapped, closing his eyes and putting his hands behind his head.

Groaning Draco stormed back over to the door. "Fine stay. See if I give a shit, just stay out of sight and don't go near my mother", and with that he slammed the door and stormed downstairs to go to dinner. He would sought out that Riddle kid tomorrow, he defiantly wasn't in the mood today.

TBC