A summer with T.M Riddle
Disclaimer: I own the thoughts in my head! They alone are mine.
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 2:
Draco awoke the next morning with an extremely bad backache. 'Damn that Riddle prat' he thought to himself angrily as he got off the couch he had been forced to sleep on.
After dinner Draco had found Tom in the exact same place as he had left him. In the middle of his bed, his hands behind his head with his eyes closed. Draco immediately told the prat to piss off if he knew what was good for him but the teen didn't seem to be listening. He stormed over and was about to ask if he had heard him, when Riddle opened his eyes and mumbled something about not wanting to move. Draco rolled his eyes and told him to piss off again. Being as stubborn as ever Riddle told Draco to piss off back and leave him alone. At this Draco madly tried kicking him off his bed, though this only achieved a punch in the nose. Swearing loudly Draco had stormed out of the room angrily.
So now as Draco sat on the rather hard couch, Riddle was making his way up Draco's most hated list very fast. With his sore back Tom was only beneath Potter on the list.
Getting up Draco started making his way to his room thinking of ways to cause as much pain to the unwanted houseguest as possible. Though when Draco got to his room he was surprised to find the prat was gone. Grinning happily thinking that Riddle had nicked off during the night he made his way down to the kitchen for some breakfast. When he got there he didn't like what he saw.
"You have such a nice house Mrs Malfoy, though I must say it is annoyingly large", Tom said with a fake smile plastered across his face.
Narcissa smiled at the boy as she prepared him a small breakfast. At Draco's 'ugh' of disgust she looked up at her son.
"Oh Draco darling. You should have told me you had invited a friend over. He gave me quite a fright before", she told him cheerfully.
"He's not my friend", he nearly spat out, "and I did not invite him"
His mother just gave him a blank look before passing Riddle a bowl of porridge.
"What are you talking about Droca old pal have you lost your memory or something?" Riddle asked with an evil grin.
"Draco!" he snapped at him.
"Oh, yeah", Riddle nodded mumbling something under his breathe.
Draco glared at him before turning to his mother, "Could you give us a second please?"
Narcissa looked between the two of them with an odd expression on her face before nodding and leaving the room saying something about needing to go pick strawberries from the garden anyway. As soon as the door shut quietly behind her Draco turned on Riddle faster then you could say 'Bastard'
"Bastard. What the fuck do you think your doing?"
Riddle just gave him a look that said he didn't care before rolling his eyes.
Draco sighed angrily, "Ugh, I don't give a shit anyway. Just get out, leave!"
Tom shook his head. "Nah, like I've said a few times now, haven't got anywhere to go and I quite like it here anyway and your mother a good cook", he said happily grinning evilly again and shoving some of the porridge into his mouth.
"What the hell do you mean you haven't got anywhere to go? Just got back to wherever you came from"
"Oh yeah. I'm so totally going to go back inside my stupid little diary where I can do nothing but repeat my stupid memories of my boring school life over and over again. Hmm that sounds very nice but I think I will have to decline", Tom muttered sarcastically.
Draco groaned. He still wasn't sure where, or how for that matter, Riddle came from but it seemed he had come from his stupid little diary. Getting rid of him wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. Damn he hated this Riddle guy. Storming angrily from the room, Draco left the young Voldemort to finish his porridge in piece. Oh if only he knew.
Draco found himself in his father's study staring at the mess of broken glass and spilled potion that was lying on the floor in front of his feet. This was the only plausible explanation as to how Riddle's diary un-ink and de-holed it's self and in so doing so, setting the prat free from his odd prison. Either that or his asshole of a father somehow managed to curse him with Riddle for being in his study, but with Lucius being in Azkaban he doubted this very much. Though he still wouldn't put it past him. After all Lucius had a brought a giant rat, that had a taste for human blood, just to torment his son with after he broke his favourite lamp when he was 8. Damn he had a weird family.
Just to brighten his day the now de-flatted Dippsy entered the room with a scowl upon the little creature's face.
"Rotten little bastard", the elf whispered to know one.
Draco groaned when the smell of the creature hit him. It seemed after the balloon incident the elf hadn't been able to avoid Narcissa and her charm any longer.
"You! Can you bloody tell me what these potion's are", he snapped angrily at little Dippsy.
Dippsy frowned and looked at the mess at his feet before shaking her head and muttering about him being a bastard again. 'Why do we always seem to get the annoying house elves', he thought to himself as a voice from the door caused him to jump.
"Already trying to work out how to get rid of me?"
Draco turned to look at Riddle who was now munching on some type of hard-boiled lolly. Draco just glared at him before returning his sight to the mess on the floor. Damn he hated this guy.
Tom strolled over and gave a kick at the glass on the floor causing it to spread even further. "You know if you had of been nice to me I would have been gone by now."
Draco laughed at this. 'Yeah right, he would probably still be here even if the place was full of cannibal werewolves.' Draco turned to look at Riddle again finally taking in the fact that he was in Slytherin robes.
"Those bloody had better not be mine", he snapped angrily gesturing towards his robes.
Riddle gave him an odd look. "Your in Slytherin. I'd of thought of you to be more of a Huffelpuff"
Draco glared at him again. "Huffelpuff? They aren't anything but a pack of bloody wimps"
"That's exactly my point. Anyway these are not yours. They are mine thank you very much"
"Well good. Why the hell have you got Slytherin robes anyway", Draco asked now becoming slightly interested in Tom M. Riddle.
"Because I am in Slytherin. Gawd, people these days! Back in my time us Slytherin's defiantly weren't this stupid", Riddle muttered popping another lolly into his mouth and crunching loudly.
Dippsy glared angrily up at Riddle, not taking her eyes of him. Neither of them seemed to notice.
"What? So when is your...er...time?" Draco asked, his curiosity increasing.
Tom frowned at him. "What you expect me to tell you that? Na-Ah mate I'm not stupid. Don't want you running off trying to find out as much about me as possible"
Draco smirked. It seemed he had hit a spot. "What, scared I might find out something about you, you don't want found out?"
Riddle looked unconcerned. "Nah, just don't want it to be too easy for you to get rid of me", and with that he smirked and swept from the room leaving Draco looking very angry.
Dippsy followed him still wearing the look of utter-most hatred on her face. Draco groaned loudly before collapsing in his father's chair and began sulking.
'Why me, what did I ever do to deserve this? All I wanted to do is get revenge on bloody Potter and what do I get a bloody Potter look-a-like who is determined to make my life hell' he thought miserably. If it was one thing Draco didn't like it was when people got the better of him.
Next thing he knew Narcissa was in the room rambling on about how lovely Tom was. He really hated his mother right now.
"Why haven't you ever introduced him to me before?" his mother asked disturbing him from his thoughts.
"Oh, because he is an annoying prat", he muttered darkly.
His mother frowned at him, "I think he is quite sweet actually. He's a true gentleman. Anyway, I just came in here to scent this room. It doesn't smell to great in here"
Groaning Draco quickly hurried from the room before his mother could start charming everything. He wanted to find Riddle and clear up a few things with him. If he were so intent on staying then he would have to at least have some kind of cover plan.
It didn't take Draco long to find him. Riddle was slouched in one of the library chairs immersed in a book on the dark arts. He looked up boredly at Draco as if expecting to get yelled at.
"Look if you are to be staying here and since it seems you most certainly are, we are going to need some form of story to tell everyone about you. I doubt many people will believe you just popped out of some book and I would prefer if they didn't know that anyway", he said collapsing into a chair across from Riddle.
"And why is that?" he asked with a grin.
Draco frowned but didn't reply.
"Well, Malfoy I guess we can just say I am a friend from school and I will be staying for the holidays", he muttered boredly when he got no answer.
"How do you know my name anyway? I don't remember telling you"
"You didn't. Your mother was muttering about some Droca person so I assumed that was you. I of coarse asked her, her name so it is quite obvious you are Droca Malfoy"
"It's Draco actually", he snapped at Riddle bitterly.
"Whatever"
"Anyway, I don't believe your 'brilliant' plan will work. My mother is always having my friend's from school and their parents over and they will know you don't attend Hogwarts. In this time that is"
"Fine then I come from Durmstrang. I really wished I got to go there instead anyway", he said shrugging, "Simple"
"Oh your just so imaginative aren't you"
"Oh you would be surprised", he said with that evil grin appearing on his face again.
Draco just glared and stormed off on him again, his mind on finding some type of curse that would get rid of him before there would be any use for his so called plan. He didn't care if he got a warning for using magic outside of school, just as long as Riddle was gone.
It was useless. Draco had been through at least six books of different spells and charms but none of them would be able to help him get rid of the household prat. Sure there were plenty that would be fun to use on him but Draco didn't really feel like getting expelled only to find he would probably be stuck with Riddle for good. He shuddered at the thought. That would be as bad as being nice to the Weasley's for the rest of his life. As if that would ever happen though.
Draco's only hope was to get his hands on Riddle's diary. Though he doubted the asshole would just leave it lying around. He would have to wait until he was asleep, or even better, if he was knocked out. Yes that sounded like fun. Whacking the stubborn bastard over the head then nicking off with his little black diary. Smirking happily Draco got up to go off in search of something think and heavy to hit Riddle with. 'Oh this is going to be so much fun'
TBC
A/N: Woot. Thanks to all my reviewer's. I didn't really expect to get many for the first chapter.
Ravenfeathers: Really? I honestly thought both Riddle and Narcissa were both extremely OoC. Though I guess we don't really know much about Narcissa yet, so for all we know she could be a loony.
Lunamary: Yeah I know, hopefully this chapter will be a bit longer.
Crazy-Physco: Thanks
Illyria-light: No it isn't going to be slash. I have read a few but it's not really my thing.
slytherinstargazing: Thanks, and don't worry I will be.
Baku: Yeah I'm quite happy with the way Tom is too.
Helbourne Alchemist: I will be.
Missmcweir: Woot, thanks. Glad you liked it.
EvilDarknessConsumesAll: Wow got a long name. Yeah I'm pretty sure she does has strawberry shampoo & conditioner as well.
