Title: Narcissistic Ambitions
Pairings: D/TR-LV, Slight Bella/Voldemort
Warnings: Slight fluff, torture, sexual situations, slash, mentions of femmeslash
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do own this computer though, isn't it lovely? -holds a crappy old excuse for a computer- Just joking, I own a laptop.

Heather – Your highness, eh? I could get used to that, maybe I could become more powerful than Voldemort! -looks at the death eaters surrounding me- Or maybe not...Glad to know my fanfics don't suck. Keep reading!

Katsy17 – Thanks! It's hard to pair people with Tom, you either have to make him return to his old good looks, or use a timeturner, or a diary! Keep on reading!

Chapter Two:
Meeting the Young Dark Lord

Draco landed roughly on the solid grounds of Hogwarts seconds later. It looked a little different then what he remembered. The carriages were less advanced, like something you would have seen in an old muggle movie. Of course, Draco didn't know that, he had never bothered himself with that sort of muggle rubbish. The young Malfoy gasped and nearly fainted when he laid eyes on what was pulling the carriages though. Great winged horses, of some sort. They were fleshless, every single bone was visible and protruding into view. They had no pupils, giving them a glazed stare. Draco gapped at them, then realization dawned in him. Threstals, of course! He could now see them, since he had seen the death of Dumbledore. Dumbledore. He'd give anything right now to have the old man back, to have him be protected from the dark lord. But, Snape had killed him. He had killed him when he was too weak to do so. I'm not weak! I know what's right...I—I-- His mind rant was cut off by a handsome boy, jumping out of his carriage and coming towards him. The blonde boy stared at him, if Draco thought he was handsome, then that boy must be gorgeous! His wavy black hair, and stunning emerald green eyes held so much beauty in them, it was almost unbelievable. Only when he was crouching beside the young Malfoy was Draco able to notice his other features. He had a charming, thin face, complete with hollow cheeks and was very tall.

"Hello, are you alright? It looks like you fell pretty badly." His voice was enticing. The kind of voice you'd expect a saint to have, melodic and high-class. It took Draco a moment to find a response.

"Oh yes, I did. I—I just transferred here from Durmstrang and I'm afraid I don't understand anything here just yet." The blonde boy tried his hardest to sound neutral, and truly in need of help, of course he was in need of help. He would need to talk to Professor Dumbledore and explain some of the situation to him, somehow. The handsome teenager smiled angelically and nodded in an understanding way.

"Oh, well, I could show you around. I'm Slytherin Prefect, and I know the school very well." Draco thought he heard some sort of arrogance in that sentence, but he shrugged it off. He obviously was a nice boy. "I'm Tom, by the way, Tom Riddle."

"I'm Draco, Draco--" He couldn't say Malfoy, now could he? The former Slytherin boy thought quickly, "Hayden" He said a surname he had once saw in a potions book Professor Snape had let him borrow. His stomach did a back flip. Professor Snape. He had killed the only one Voldemort ever feared. The only one who could've saved the wizarding world from his terror. Unless you count Potter. But, Draco didn't want to think about the boy-who-lived-to-best-him-in-everything at this moment. He wondered what was happening in the current wizarding world. Was there crying from everyone who loved Dumbledore? Were his parents crying for the loss of their only son? Was Voldemort laughing his cold, cruel laugh at their suffering, wondering how long Draco would last in the past? Draco's heart ached for his parents, his aunt, and Pansy. He was alone, however, he and Tom might become good friends or so. He certainly hoped they would, or he might just kill himself. Tom Riddle seemed to be impressed.

"Hayden? Isn't that the name of a high-class pureblood family down in Romania?" There was certainly hunger in his eyes now, Draco was sure of it. Maybe Tom believed in blood purity just as much as he did himself. He didn't know the background of the surname, but he figured he could fake it.

"Yes, you've heard of my family?"

"Of course. It's in all of the most advanced potions textbooks. Your father must be...Eridanus? He's remarried, from what I heard too. To Tucana Teymourian?"

"Yes, actually." Draco was hoping the young boy would tell him more, but he seemed to recover from his obvious interest pretty fast.

"Well, you should come and sit with me and my friends. All of them are of purity also, you should have them to your liking." He offered a helpful hand to the blonde boy on the ground and Draco took it, glad he was adjusting to the new time period. Tom lead him into his carriage and sat down infront of his friends. "You can sit beside me, Draco." Draco nodded and did so, wondering why all of Tom's friends were staring at him wondrously. Riddle turned his attention to the other boys. "Everyone, this is Draco Hayden, as in Eridanus Hayden." The boys nodded, obviously impressed as much as Riddle had been. "He is a new student from Durmstrang, and I would like him to be welcomed. Understood?" There was a chorus of agreements and they all greeted the blonde boy happily. Tom turned to his new fellow classmate and started pointed at everyone in the carriage. "This is Alonso Avery," he pointed to a tan boy who wasn't very tall. He had a snub nose and lopsided grin on his oval-shaped face. "This is Hortensio Lestrange," again, Tom pointed to a boy. He was slightly pale, but not as pale as Riddle. He had a long face and pointed nose, his dark brown eyes held a certain snobbish air. The handsome wizard also introduced Draco to the twin brothers Sebastian and Vencentio Syrian. They were both squat wizards who had eager faces and bright blue eyes. Draco was surprised to see all of them were Slytherins, and the blonde boy was now very thankful he was pureblood, for he wouldn't want to mess with that bunch. "I also have another friend, but she's in another carriage, talking to the other Slytherin girls. Her name's Skye Catterpole. You'll recognize her easily though. Long brown hair, slightly upturned nose, and shorter than all the other girls. Must be, what?" He looked around at his friends, "4'll?" They nodded.

"Oh, girlfriend?" Draco asked curiously. Everyone laughed, but Tom settled for a dignified smirk.

"No, no. She is mainly a friend. Besides, she prefers her partners...a little more...female, shall we say?"

"Oh." The Malfoy said shortly, as everyone but Tom and himself burst out in laugher. Riddle's smirk had widened. "Is there something wrong with her being that way?" Draco asked, trying not to say something wrong. Riddle had crossed his legs and leaned back, as though royalty.

"Oh, no. I find it quite interesting and such, but it is a shame that such a high-class pureblood girl chose to go that way." He sighed. "She and Sebastian could have made wonderful little pure blooded children." The boy went red, and his brother nudged him, winking. Draco laughed along this time, finally feeling as though he was meant to be in this time period all along. That it was a certain calling that brought him here, instead of a punishment from the dark lord for failing him. Where was Voldemort anyway. He must have been a Slytherin, Draco couldn't imagine him being a Gryffindor, or Hufflepuff. But, again, Draco's mind rant was cut off by Riddle. "So, you can see the Threstals, Draco? Who did you see die?" Tom questioned the pure-blood with intense interest. The pale boy was caught by surprise.

"Oh, my friend from Durmstrang. He died when one of his spells backfired." He was thinking quickly, hoping not to sound like he was lying. Riddle seemed intrigued. "Who did you see die then?" Malfoy asked, sounding as casual as it was possible.

"My father and grandparents." There was hate in his voice, a very small trace of it, but Draco still noticed. Tom had said it very nonchalantly, careless even. You'd think if you saw people so close to you die, you'd be heartbroken, or reluctant to talk about it. But, there was Tom, acting as though it was no big deal at all. The other boys shot each other knowing looks, but Draco was still confused. "They were muggles," said Tom simply, "they deserved to die. Which, brings us to the next subject to be addressed, Draco." The blonde was caught by surprise again. "I don't like to be called 'Tom' in our little group. I allow it only in school, understood?"

"Of course. What do you like to be known as then?" It sparked his interest. A secret identity sounded really cool, but also made Riddle seem more important. Avery and Lestrange smirked broadly, as if knowing what Tom's secret was something that made you just as important. Tom opened his mouth and Draco could have never been prepared for the answer, but listened to it without flinching.

"Lord Voldemort."

A/N: I like this chapter. Sorry it was so short, I wanted it to be a filler, besides, I thought I'd let you imagine Draco's reaction before I write it -snigger-. I promise the next chapter will be longer. This story is just starting, so I don't expect a whole lot of reviews yet. Just, tell me what you think so far, okay? Now, I'm going to go work on the next chapter of my other fanfic.