A summer with T.M Riddle

Disclaimer: No I'm not J.K Rowling. Though just you wait till I get my hands on some Polyjuice Potion! Nee Hee Haa Haa

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 4:

Draco happily had a Riddle free afternoon as the boy had disappeared after their little 'chat'. Sure he still had a pounding headache and he ached all over but he was happy and maybe a little bored, but still happy all the same. That was until Dippsy walked in.

The creature came storming in muttering to her self about something. She had obviously come in to bring him his dinner but she didn't seem to be in the mood to do so as the little elf sat on the floor and started fiddling with her dirty pillowcase. His dinner had been dropped to the floor with a splat.

"What do you think you are doing?" he snapped at the creature.

Dippsy looked up at him and just stared blankly. He was sure the creature had a mental illness, none of the other house elves acted like her. Well apart from that 'Doddy' one that used to work for them, though he was just stupid.

"Well are you going to clean up that mess?" he snapped at her again.

This time Dippsy bowed her head and set off to work muttering to herself again. At this point Draco who was feeling very hungry indeed decided to get up in search of more food. Groaning slightly as he had at least 3 to 4 hundred bruises he made his way to the kitchen. Unfortunately this was where Riddle was, who at the moment, was searching the cupboards madly.

Draco groaned again, catching the attention of Riddle who just gave him a sour look.

"Has my mother decided to starve you or don't you ever stop eating?" he spat nastily.

Tom just frowned before turning back and continuing to raid the cupboards. Sighing he turned around and made his way to the library, he wasn't in the mood for putting up with anyone right now and so he decided to search for another way to rid of himself of at least one unwanted person. Finding a comfy chair he started sorting through a stack of old dusty books that he was sure had never been touched before.


Draco awoke to find his mother setting a vase full of baby pink roses on a small stand near where he had seated himself in the library the night before.

"What's with the roses?" he asked frowning at the flowers.

"This place needs a bit of livening up. I think they brighten things up nicely", she answered smiling.

Draco groaned, why did his mother have to keep going through these stupid little phases? He was willing to bet his broom that there would be at least 1 rose in every room before the end of the day.

"Vincent shall be over in around an hour. His parents are going off for their anniversary or something and they don't want to leave him in the house alone", his mother informed him as she started absently straightening out some of the books. Draco grinned to himself. Crabbe's parents probably wouldn't let the boy be alone anywhere, let alone at their home. They would probably come home to find him dead after his stomach exploded from over stuffing himself full of food, they should of known buying that endless footstock pantry was a bad idea.

With the thought of food he realized that he was actually quite hungry, after all he hadn't had dinner last night. Thinking that it would be better to eat before Crabbe arrived he strode past his mother and headed off to the kitchens.

When he arrived he quickly scanned the room for Riddle and smirked happily when he saw the boy was nowhere to be seen. Ordering a near-by house elf to fix him breakfast, he seated himself at the table that was in the middle of the large kitchen.

Unfortunately Crabbe's parents had decided to drop their son off early. He walked into the room and smiled dumbly when he saw Draco at the table. Draco groaned inwardly knowing their was no way he would be able to get Crabbe out of the kitchen now that he had found him here. This was Riddle's fault, if he hadn't of been in the kitchen last night then Draco wouldn't have had to come here this morning.

"Where's the food", Crabbe asked looking around hungrily.

Draco sighed and pointed over to the elf that was preparing his breakfast. He doubted he would get any of it.

One extremely boring hour later, Draco watched Crabbe finish off a large sponge cake the house elf had just finished baking. It used to amaze him how much Crabbe and Goyle could eat but now he just didn't care. Why the hell did he end up getting stuck with the idiots for friends anyway?

"Haven't you finished yet?" Draco snapped as Crabbe got up in search of something else.

Crabbe gave him a blank look before shrugging. If Draco's day wasn't bad enough already it just got worse. Tom walked in humming to himself but stopped when he saw Crabbe searching a nearby cupboard. Crabbe looked up at the noise and looked at Riddle oddly.

"Who are you?"

Riddle raised an eyebrow while Draco just groaned. "Tom Riddle, who are you?"

Crabbe seemed confused by Riddle's question so Draco answered for him. "Vincent Crabbe"

"Oh, I never noticed you around school before. Why are you still wearing your school uniform?" Crabbe asked looking Riddle up and down.

Draco glanced at Riddle. He was right; Tom was still in the Hogwarts uniform, why hadn't he noticed that before. So that would explain the smell!

Riddle just screwed up his nose before politely asking the nearest elf for something to eat. Crabbe seemed to be confused about this though he all but instantly stopped worrying and started watching hungrily as the elf set to work.

Riddle sat (much to Draco's disgust) next to Draco and glared at the hungry Crabbe, not even blinking for a second. Draco rolled his eyes and returned to scratching at the table with his fork. He had gotten quite an indent in it over the last hour, and so the minutes rolled by.

Draco continues his scratching of the table, while Riddle kept glaring, Crabbe got hungrier and the poor house elf kept glancing at them all with a scared look in it's eyes. Finally the little creature managed to prepare a few sandwiches before scrambling off nervously.

Crabbe grinned and started forcing the food down his through hungrily. Riddle jumped up angrily and pointed at Crabbe with that evil gleam appearing in his eyes.

"Those are mine"

Crabbe stopped and looked at Riddle, his mouth half open and sandwich in hand.

"Yours?"

"Yes mine you fat oaf", Tom snapped, snatching the sandwich away from him. "I asked that dratted elf to get them and I haven't had anything to eat yet and – and do you have any idea who I am?"

Draco smirked; taking food from Crabbe was extremely dangerous. This was going to be good, he thought happily.

Crabbe meanwhile seemed to be in shock, he was staring at Riddle gaping at him like some sort of fish. Riddle frowned at him before waving the half munched on sandwich in front of his face.

"See this stupid, mine ok"

Crabbe frowned and then glared, with his face becoming very red. Roaring out some sort of angry threat that sounded more like a dogs bark, Crabbe swung back and punched Riddle hard in the nose. Riddle yelped before falling back, crashing his head on the table and collapsing in a pile on the floor moaning.

Draco was wrong this wasn't good. This was great. He jumped up from his seat and stood over the pile on the floor, smirking to himself. Crabbe, who was looking very proud of himself, picked up another sandwich and shoved it into his mouth.

"My nose", Tom mumbled as he covered it with his hands.

Draco started laughing before saying to the crumbled form that was Riddle. "Never take food from a hungry Crabbe. He is an extremely dangerous creature you know."

Riddle snarled before getting up and storming from the kitchen, his hands still clamped around his nose. Now Draco remembered why he was friends with people like Crabbe.


Later, when Narcissa came into the kitchen (roses in hand), Draco was happily complaining about Tom to Crabbe whom had finally stopped eating. Draco stopped immediately when he saw the look on his mother's face.

"What the hell happened in here?" She snapped glaring at the two of them. "Well?"

The two of them looked at her as innocently as possible but that just seemed to provoke the woman.

"Vincent Crabbe, just because you don't live here doesn't mean you can do such things within this house and you", she snarled turning on her son.

Draco flinched; he would sometimes forget what his mother was really like, with all her odd phases and all.

"How could you let this happen?"

He started trying to explain but it didn't seem to want to come out. Crabbe just looked as though he had no idea what was going on and Draco guessed the brute had forgotten. Narcissa shook her head angrily before turning back to Crabbe.

"Your going to have to leave and don't expect to be allowed back here", she snapped before turning sharply and strutting from the room.

Draco sighed. Well that wasn't so bad, he thought to himself. Not only had Riddle gotten hit but he wouldn't have to put up with Crabbe eating them out of house and home.

Crabbe blinked at him a few times.

"Well I guess I should be going", he said more to himself than Draco.

"Definitely", snapped a voice from doorway.

They looked up to see an angry Riddle in the doorway, bloody tissues shoved up his nostrils and a scowl upon his face. Draco had to force himself not to laugh at the look on his face.

"Yeah, lets owl your parents so they can come get you", he agreed, smirking at the angry look Riddle shot at him because of it.

Crabbe just nodded glumly and Draco led him from the room, still smirking gleefully. Once they had left the room Crabbe turned to him now looking extremely stupid.

"Who is he anyway?"

"He told you, Tom Riddle"

"I know that, but who is he and what is he doing here"

Draco frowned, since when did Crabbe start using his brains and start questioning things.

"I don't know really. He just turned up and mother decided to let him stay", he snapped at Crabbe. He didn't feel like explaining how Riddle really appeared to anyone let alone Vincent Crabbe.

Crabbe seemed to believe it and nodded his head slightly. "He smells funny"

Draco laughed at this.

TBC

A/N: Gah bit OoC but meh. Anywayz, NO it's not the end! Ive just neem really really busy the last few weeks. Ive had a lot of work to do because it was the end of the semester but now I'm freeeee!