A summer with T.M Riddle

Disclaimer: I'm on a site writing FANFiction but I so totally like own all the characters and all that, cough LIEING cough, even though this is a site for FANS to write fiction. Yes it makes sense doesn't it?

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 3:

Draco groaned, his head was pounding and he was sure he was going to end up covered in bruises. Damn he was going to kill that Riddle brat as soon as he gets the chance. He could just imagine himself happily watching the prick die slowly and painfully.

His thoughts though were interrupted by his mother, who returned to his room with a headache-easing potion, followed by a smirking Riddle himself. Draco glared as soon as he entered the room, causing his smirk to look a little more evil. Boy, was he having a bad day.

Earlier that day

Draco, of coarse, had found what he thought was a suitable object to whack Riddle over the head with. It was an antique statue of his mothers he had never been able to figure out what it was, anyway he hated the thing and decided to put it to good use.

Riddle was wandering the halls munching on more of the foul sweets his mother had gave him, reading yet another book on Dark Magic. Lifting the statue high above his head he hit the teen at the back of his head as hard as he could. Riddle hit the ground with a clunk, Draco smirked happily and started going through the brat's pockets. Finally after pulling out a few loose bits of parchment from the pockets he withdrew the little black diary.

Smirking again Draco opened the diary and started going through it. He frowned it was completely empty. Nothing, absolutely nothing. 'Oh well', he thought to himself. 'At least he got to hit the prick' Draco chucked the little book back at Riddle before turning to storm off, when Riddle groaned and started getting up. He obviously hadn't hit him hard enough.

"What the fuck did you do that for", he snapped bitterly.

Draco just smirked at him happily, thinking that he should crack his scull open next time. Riddle rubbed his head and scooped up his diary and parchment before stuffing it back into his pockets.

"You're going to pay for that you little ponce", Riddle muttered glaring at Draco.

"Oh no, I'm so scared", Draco had told him sarcastically smirking at the boy before storming off down the hall.

Riddle followed fuming and when Draco turned to tell him to 'Shove off', Riddle actually did shove him down. Of coarse he would of gotten back up and punched him but when you get shoved down a staircase and hit your head around 100 times on the way down you don't really feal like moving. Even if he could be bothered getting up after that he couldn't, as he was now unconscious. Damn, payback's a bitch.

Later, Draco had awoken to find himself on his bed with Riddle informing his mother of how he had 'apparently' tripped on that damned statue and fallen down the stairs and that he was lucky he hadn't split his head open. His mother had thanked him for getting Draco up to his room while Riddle just smiled sweetly at her causing Draco to want to puke.

So there he lay on his bed, grumpily thinking about 'Bloody stairs' and glaring so hard at Riddle that if looks could kill, well lets just say Tom would be very dead.

Narcissa handed her son the potion before seating herself at the end of his bed (which still stunk by the way)

"Tom told me he slept here last night. You should have said something dear, I could of gotten the house elves to get one of the guest rooms ready"

Draco frowned, "How many times do I have to tell you. I don't want him here"

Narcissa smiled sadly before saying, "You don't have to get all shy about it dear. It is really sweet that you invited Tom to stay, with his parents abandoning him and all"

Draco felt as though he wanted to be sick again. He never did anything like that, especially for people like him. Gawd this guy could bullshit. Narcissa smiled at her son again not noticing the look of disgust on his face before leaving the room.

"HA. Your parents abandoning you. What a load of shit", Draco laughed as soon as his mother was out of ears reach.

"Actually, my father did before I was even born. My mother is dead so yeah actually they did"

Draco wasn't surprised that he didn't feel pity for the boy.

TBC

A/N: Ugh, It's so short but I'm so sleepy right now. Sorry…next update will be much longer. Promise.