A/N: Hey everyone. I might not be able to update for a little while because I'm going on vacation, but I'll try. There might be a few mistakes with this chapter 'cause I didn't have my beta. It would take longer. Please Review!! Thanks!

Chapter 4: The night before

"Hermione you have to come!" Draco Malfoy exclaimed to his best friend for two months, trying to persuade her to come to his house tomorrow night. He was throwing an end of the summer party. It may not be the most joyous occasion but a perfect reason to throw any party.

"Draco I already told you no," she replayed.

"But why not? I mean soon we have to return to school and you'll be seeing Weaslet, and Potty. This would be the perfect time to relax, and enjoy being STRESSLESS. Plus you can meet new people." He could tell that her resistance was fading. "Come on."

"Oh fine."

Draco inwardly [smirked at the power he held over her. He was just jumping in dilight that she agreeded to go or he was going to be in deep shit. The Dark Lord was finally going to make his move, letting people know his intention clear to his future queen. Of course she wouldn't know who he was but she would start falling and no guy would pursure her or else.

Since his change in apperance wasn't going to change back, Tom had the upperhand. Who wouldn't want a man as fine as him? Hermione might not care for looks, but it did help woo her.

"What should I wear?" Hermione asked not sure to wear to this kind of part. It was her first time that she just wasn't with Draco, but also more Slytherins and the last time she encoutered then they weren't exactly "nice."

"Something hot!" he joked, seeing a faint pink form on her cheeks.

"Draco!" she scolded smacking him in the process.

"What?" his face plastered with the Malfoy smirk. He already knew that she was going to drag him shopping with her so she could buy a dress but that didn't stop him from teasing.

"Come on," she cried trying to pull him to his fireplace. "I only have so much time to find a dress, shoes by tomorrow.

"Draco." Lucius, his father interupted striding into his son's bedroom coming in to tell Draco something. The two teens jumped apart. Hermione fixed her clother and hair before turning to Mr. Malfoy. It still amazed her that Lucius, Voldemort's right-hand man allowed her to be in his home.

"Oh." He looked starlted seeing Hermiome. What an odd thing. Hermione thought as his eyes landed on her. Mr. Malfoy has gome a few shades paler. "Hello Ms. Granger. Draco, he is here to see you." he put a fair amount of indeciation on the word 'he'. "He would like to speak to you before you go." Draco looked at his father than back to Hermione. "Don't worry. It's only for a few minutes," he continued. "Ms. Granger will be fine waiting right here."

"Ok. I'll be back in a few." And with that Draco left to talk to Tom.

xXx

Walking down the stairs Draco entered his father's study. All over the walls books stood waiting to be picked up and read. The young Malfoy could remember when he was very little, one day; he ventured into the same room and looked up at the high shelves. He made a goal for himself that day, to read each and every book that was purched on the walls. But just when he was reaching out to touch the first book in his reach, his father came walking in, spotting his young son no older than six years of age in his forbidden place. At the beginning Draco thougth he was going to get a curse thrown at him, however to his surprise, Lucius bent over to Draco's height and asked him what we was doing. Draco remembered replying, "I want to read every book in here, Daddy." Lucius smiled down, before picking up the same book Draco was reaching for and carried his some over to the black couch. Setting him down on his lap, Lucius opened the books and started reading. They continued for everyday until all the stories were read. This was Draco's favorite of past time with his father. He chaished that memory because a few years later down the road his father started climing the latter of reach the position Voldemort's right hand man. He turned into what he was now, a cold-hearted bastard.

He had to squint his eyes just to try and locate Tom through all the darkness. Voldemort demanded that as long as he was manifested with his past looks that everyone called him Tom. He had to get used to it because Mya would be calling him that in only a matter of days. What would happen if she was trying to achieve his attention by yelling Tom? He had to get used to it.

"Draco over here," a voice called out in the dark corner to his right. Tom just waited for Draco to come to him not even warning him about the objects blocking his way. Finally he was in front of him, kneeling.

"Yes, my lord."

"I hear you are throwing a party, yes?"

"I am. Tomorrow night. Please don't tell my father!" The yound blond looked terrifed.

"Don't worry. You're father already knows about the party but I told him thank you." Tom looked up to see his reaction. And once those words left his mouth, Draco's head snapped so fast, his eyes wide. He chocked out," what?"

"I said thank you. This is the perfect time for me to meet Mya and the Malfoy Manor is the perfect place."

"Mya?" he questioned confused. I thought he wanted Hermione…

"Oh don't be like that Draco. Of course I still want Hermione. Mya is a nickname.

"A nickname?" Draco was going out of his mind. What was happening to the dark lord? He has never even talked to the girl and he is already whipped.

"Now at this party I want formal attire and masks. Everyone must wear a mask or they can't come. I'll get everything done; just make sure she is there. Can you do that?" The blond nodded. "Since you re going shopping with her I want you to perswade her to buy green, silver or for he dress. Got it?"

"Yes. Ok. I don't see how hard it is going to bel. Did you know that she is thinking about changing houses?" Tom Riddle seemed to perk up with that little detail. The grey eyed boy continued, "But I don't think that will work. She can't be in Slytherin because her blood isn't pure."

"I'm not so sure about that." He muttered, softely intruptering his follower. Draco was going to aske him about his comment but couldn't. A loud crash was heard from upstairs. The two glanced at eachother before dashing to the second floor into the roon where Hermione and Lucius occupied.

When they entered Draco laughted out loud. He finally calmed down a few minutes and was now looking at his best friend holding his father up against the wall by a hand.

"Hermione?" She turned around, still with Lucius on the wall. Draco noticed right away that her eyes were red. All the warm chocolate color disappeared and Draco instintly backed up a few steps.

"Can we go now?" Her voice was the same still.

"Get me down!!!" Lucius screamed. They had yet to notice there was another person in the room.

"Oh! Hi. I'm Hermione," she said to the new person holding her hand out, dropping Lucius to the floor.

"Tom." He said taking her hand and kissing it. Hermione blushed before being slammed to the floor, taking Tom down with her.

"Ow." Tom was on top of Hermione, looking down at her eyes. "Um… can you get off me?"

Mr. Malfoy didn't even get to go any farther because Hermione back on her feet tying him to a chair.

"Hermione how come you attacked my father?"

"The ass touched me! Can we go find my dress?" She sure knows how to get over things fast.

"Yeah, let's go."

When they were in the fireplace, Hermione called out right before the green fire engulfed them, "Nice meeting you Tom. I hope I'll be seeing you later."