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The day of their departure to Hogwarts could not come soon enough.
Draco had become especially annoying the last two days.
Since his father was away on a business trip, Draco took the diary openly everywhere. And at every hour of the day, Draco wrote something stupid to ask Tom, or thought of something yet inaner and dumber to write in the dairy:
Tom why do my toes wrinkle when I stay too long in the bath?
Why does my father go on business trips so much?
Do you think I'll be a great wizard one day?
Why is Harry always the fastest in Quidditch, why did he make it on the Quidditch team first year but not I?
Tom Riddle severely wanted to bash his head in. He could take no more of this nonsense. But since there were only two days left with this nincompoop, Tom answered each question as best as he could:
1) "It's called pruning, stop sitting in the water." Or better yet drown yourself in it.
2) "Your father is a busy man." PS He's probably having an affair on your mom.
3) "Maybe." No, I'm the great wizard. Btw I lied. I don't see any potential greatness in your future. Only cats and adult diapers.
4) "Harry is a prat showoff. Let's leave it at that, okay?" He actually meant this part. Harry had sounded like a prat from everything Draco told him, but especially the part about killing Voldemort. Twice.
He hoped that settled it, but Draco continued to write dumber shit in the absence of his father. "Do you think I should give my father back his diary before he finds out I nicked it?"
"No," Tom sighed. "That would be a very bad idea. Besides which, do you really want your father to be disappointed in you for stealing his things? He would never trust you again."
"No." Draco wrote back. "Still I wonder why he was so secretive of the diary? Did he confess anything to you about Pigfarts or something?"
"No, your father never wrote inside me," Tom pinched at the bridge of his nose. "Just pack me in with your things, will you? We have plans."
Tom was near tears of joy when Draco finally wrote something to brighten his mood the next day:
"We're on the Hogwarts Express. I have to put you away now so Crabbe and Goyle don't see you. But we'll be arriving shortly, I'll keep you updated."
"Good, very good, Draco!" Tom couldn't wait til he was at Hogwarts again, if only while still inside a book.
Though very soon he would have a body again and he would open the Chamber of Secrets...once he killed a bunch of filthy mudbloods and moped the Chamber floor with their heads.
"Tom," Draco wrote. "Can you promise me something?"
"Yes, what's that?"
"Once you have a body again," Draco wrote. "Will you promise to still be my friend?"
Tom crossed his fingers behind his back. "Of course. But you know, all this rests, on me getting into the hands of the Granger mudblood? It is her who must open the Chamber of Secrets."
"Of course. I know the plan very well!" Draco wrote back and began to recite the convoluted version of the truth Tom had told him. "You will open the Chamber of Secrets since you are Slytherin's heir and this way you will get rid of all the filthy mudbloods they allow in Hogwarts these days. But since you know Hermione Granger has been causing the most trouble - particularly for my grades - you will get rid of her first by taking her soul through the diary."
"Exactly." Tom felt so happy he had a useful idiot like Draco to set his plans in motion. "Find the mudblood and slip my diary into her bookbag!" He chuckled to himself (quietly this time!)
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a/n: next chapter bye bye draco, hello mudblood or will something go wrong? is draco willing to give his favorite precious diary and friend to a muggle?