Title: Narcissistic Ambitions
Pairings: D/TR-LV, Slight Bella/Voldemort
Warnings: Slight Fluff, torture, sexual situations, slash, mentions of femmeslash and non-con
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is a genius. I'm a complete moron. Make some connections people!

Heather – You're always the first one to review! I LOVE YOU! -hugs- -clears throat- This one's much longer, hope you like it.

Katsy17 – Hehe, yay. -stupid smile-

Gasanechi – Yes, I was actually going for that! You're rather intelligent, are you a Ravenclaw? It isn't really Bella/Voldemort. It's just, J.K. said that Bella had real feelings for Voldemort, he doesn't return them though, so don't worry.

A/N: In this chapter and in future chapters, Tom will be very insulting. Please note, that Tom's views are not my own. They are what I think the opinions of a heartless, egotistic dark lord's would be.

Chapter Three:
Hogwarts of 1943

Draco paled, his mouth hanging open slightly. This handsome, innocent young boy was really the young dark lord! He couldn't believe it! Draco had imagined him to be a trouble-maker, like a smarter Weasley twin or something. Riddle gave the young blonde a questioning look.

"Is something wrong, Draco? You look sick." Tom did really sound concerned. The young Malfoy looked at him and gave a weak smile.

"Yeah, just a bit nervous, now that we're approaching the school. Is it nice at Hogwarts?" He lied again, but it didn't matter. Draco had gotten used to lying, infact, he was so good at it, he almost couldn't tell what was true and what wasn't anymore. And, he did have to admit, he had to hide quite a few things from his father. The mudblood, Granger, had gotten quite lovely in the past few years. And, Dumbledore was really a nice old man, who was just a bit insane. But, hey, so was his own aunt Bella. Draco tuned back in just as everyone had stopped laughing. Tom was giving Draco an amused look.

"Very lovely. Too bad for all the mudblood filth Dumbledore tries to protect though. One day, this school will be amazing. Slytherin will be the only house, and all students will have the purest of blood. Of course, that will be when all muggles have their place as servants for their superiors: wizards and witches. And, people with preferences like Skye will be forced otherwise."

"'Aven't you already tried to turn 'er, lord? She's stubborn as a hippogriff, that one." Vencentio stated. Earning nods of agreement from everyone. Draco wanted to know more of Riddle's views. So he decided to keep the conversation going.

"Maybe you just need more force. She can't be that stubborn." He sounded nonchalant, allowing the Slytherins time to respond. Tom shook his head.

"She is and she will be. She has yet to learn, and one day I will teach her. Perhaps this year, if I must. Well, I may as well teach all of the traitors and scum, nothing the Cruciatus Curse can't fix" A cold, cruel smirk that was very unbecoming for him twisted onto his face, as his followers—friends if you must, gave evil sniggers and chuckles. The pale boy was very confused now. Tom couldn't mean...he couldn't be serious. What had he and his friends done to those poor students? Surely nothing too awful, Dumbledore kept a close watch on Hogwarts, Riddle and them couldn't have crucioed them to see their biased opinions, or used any unforgivable, actually. Draco sat there silently. He felt uncomfortable, and a bit out of place. Would they expect him to Crucio these people as well? That was the only thing Draco thought about until they reached Hogwarts school.

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"Professor Dumbledore, may I speak to you in private." Draco asked his former headmaster quietly, as the old man gave him an odd look.

"Of course you may, it might help if you tell me who you are though." His bright blue eyes still sparkled as much as they did 50 years in the future, but it didn't annoy the young Malfoy this time. Dumbledore was the only one who could help him. He could not be picky.

"It's a long story. My name's Draco and I need to talk quickly before sorting." The Transfiguration professor nodded curtly and lead him to the opposite side the the hallway, far from anyone else's earshot. When they were settled, he didn't take any time for a pause. "Professor, I am from the future and I had a little time-turner accident. I was sent here and I have no means of returning to my time. I really need some help." Dumbledore listened attentively, nodding in an understanding way.

"Do you have a story?"

"Yes sir. My name is Draco Hayden and I am a transfer student from Durmstrang. I've already made friends with Alonso Avery, Hortensio Lestrange, the Syrians and Tom Riddle." He peered over his half-moon spectacles at Draco at the mention of the Slytherin prefect.

"Very well. I shall notify Headmaster Dippet about the arrival of our new student. Go join the first years to be sorted." And with a wink, Albus Dumbledore left to see the head of Hogwarts school.

Draco entered the hall with the first years, returning the smirk Tom was giving him. Slytherin was the preferred house and that was the house he wanted. He saw Dumbledore chatting happily with Dippet and the headmaster stood up, ready to make an announcement.

"Students, I have a notice to make. We have a new student joining us for his sixth and seventh year from Durmstrang. His name is Draco Hayden and I would like him to be warmly welcomed into our school." There was applause from around the tables, but the Slytherin's was enormous. Obviously they knew of the important pureblood surname, and Tom had told them, most likely. "Now, Draco if you will, step up here and let the sorting hat figure out a place to put you." The blonde boy walked slowly up the steps and sat nervously on the stool, shivering as the rugged hat was placed on his head. He heard it talk to him.

"Theres courage, yes courage. And intelligence, lots of it too."

"Please, Slytherin, please!" Draco pleaded silently with Gryffindor's old hat.

"Slytherin? But why? You're not into blood-purity like them now, are you? Well, I suppose you are cunning. Very well then. SLYTHERIN!!" He yelled this and Riddle applauded the loudest for his new friend. His group was giving him standing ovation, and a small girl gave him a tiny hug when he joined the table.

"Nice to meet you, Draco. I'm Skye Catterpole, of course, you already know that because Tom has the tendency to insult me behind my back to others." He told him playfully, shooting a fake glare at the prefect. She had a voice to match her appearance, small and slightly snobbish, although there was certainly nothing snobbish about her. Infact, if Draco had to take a guess at her house without knowing, he would've said Hufflepuff.

"Now, now Skye. You know I have great respect for you." Tom informed her smugly. She nodded and turned back to Malfoy.

"So, you're from Durmstrang, eh? That's cool. My girlfriend's little brother is going there next year." The new Slytherin nodded politely and tried to ignore the fact that his new friends were rolling their eyes or the fact that Riddle was shaking his head and pursing his thin lips, his eyes and ears mostly set on the headmaster.

"So," Draco started, "what lucky witch gets your attention?" She giggled silently, trying not to disturb the first years sorting.

"Over there." She pointed at the Hufflepuff table and leaned closer to Malfoy. "See the girl with the dirty blonde hair? The very pretty one." Tom's eyes flashed in that direction for a second, then returned to the sorting. Draco looked very closely and saw the girl she was talking about. She isn't that pretty, Draco thought. Her hair was very frizzy, like Granger's on a very hot June day and her face was pudgy like Longbottom's. The Slytherin wondered exactly why Skye thought she was pretty, but he didn't want to be rude, so he nodded politely again.

"What's her name?"

"Karen Edwards. She's muggleborn, and no doubt the most lovely muggleborn ever to walk into the doors of Hogwarts." Again, Draco saw Riddle's eyes dart in their direction. He caught them and Tom turned to meet Draco's face, a superior look on his handsome features. The sorting and headmaster's speech was done and the feast began. Malfoy was surprised to see the Slytherin prefect so quiet and reserved. Skye had talked insistently to her new fellow classmate and Draco liked it. It was like having Bulstrode around, just Skye was nicer and wasn't so violent. A friend that was a girl, nothing more. "Well, if you ask me, Japan's Quidditch team needs some serious training. After all they were defeated so easily by Ireland last year." He nodded, slightly worried about this conversation, since he had not seen any matches from this time era. He hastily changed the subject, lowering his voice.

"Your guy friends don't seem to happy about your preferences." He felt uneasy talking about it with her, she was a normal person. Why couldn't the others see that?

"Oh, well, they never were. They're still my friends and we treat each other warmly and such, but they're just too in to blood purity." Skye smiled warmly at him. "They'll just have to accept it." Guilt filled Draco. They wouldn't accept it and they were going to do something about it, probably soon too.

"Yeah, they will. I'm sure."

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Draco headed to the Slytherin Common Room with his new friends. Skye was walking Karen to hers, then going to her own, leaving Tom to say horrible things about her.

"Did you hear her? The most lovely muggleborn ever to enter the doors of Hogwarts!" He squeaked, using his best impersonation. Draco forced a laugh. Skye was nice and deserved some respect...then again she did like mudbloods. Was Draco Malfoy going...soft? No, no, he would never! Tom looked curiously at his friend. "I thought you liked her, Hayden"

"I was being polite. She was pretty decent to me, I thought it would be rude to come off as an arsehole."

"Yes, I suppose that's true. She's a right little bitch though, isn't she? One of Dumbledore's favourites." He laughed, a cold, high-pitch laugh that didn't really suit him. Draco forced another round of laughter and Tom gave him a small smirk. "Professor Dippet had another bed put in our dorm for you. It's a fairly nice dorm, clean and sophisticated. And it's only had those of pure ancestry inside of it." Draco didn't recall any of the students in the future being this horrible, then again, there wasn't a future dark lord in his year. They reached the Common Room and they sat down in the comfy chairs, an eager look on young Voldemort's face. "I can't wait until I'm out of this school. I'll become so great, so powerful! What do you want to do when you leave Hogwarts, Hayden?" Draco looked at him and his friends nervously.

"I haven't thought about it."

"Ah, well. I'm sure you'll find something." Tom reached his hand out and placed it on Draco's. "It's only a matter of time."

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The next few weeks in class went quickly. Draco found it very boring, having already done his sixth year at Hogwarts before. Professor Slughorn was rather nice to him, and invited him to the Slug Club, which he had been trying so hard to get in back in the future. Dumbledore was polite to him, earning constant teasing from him friends. Professor Merrythought was a lovely woman. She really knew her stuff about Defense Against the Dark Arts and Draco loved learning from her. But, the only thing that bugged Draco were the rumors that he was going out with Skye Catterpole. He confronted his friends about it one day too.

"I don't understand it! Everyone knows she doesn't swing that way, why would I go out with her?"

"Well maybe she's taken my advice. Maybe," Tom gave the blonde a smirk, "she likes you."

"That's ridiculous! She does not!"

"Yes, she does!"

"No, she does not! You git!" The Slytherins gasped, but Tom burst out laughing. A warmer, more friendly laugh then he ever had.

"Oh, I'm the git, am I?" He shook his head in amusement. "You're the one acting like a child."

"Am not!" There was a pause and Draco too burst out laughing. Only when Professor Dumbledore came around the corner did they stop. "Hello, Professor."

"Hello, Mr. Hayden and company." Tom inclined his head towards his least favourite teacher.

"Is there a reason you're here, Professor? I don't mean to be rude, but we were having a rather pleasant conversation." Tom Riddle told him, putting on his charming young man act.

"Yes, I can see that." He replied, smiling brightly. "I was actually wondering if I could talk to Mr. Hayden?"

"Of course, Professor." He walked with Dumbledore, glancing back at his friends with a pained look which they returned. He lead them to the Transfiguration classroom and Draco sat down infront of his desk. "Is there a problem, sir?"

"No, no. Just wondering how you were adjusting."

"Wonderfully, actually. It's much better than the future." The blonde stated to his professor happily. He gave the boy a sad look.

"Well, I'm glad you think that because, I don't think I could get you back. And, even if I could, you've been in the past too long, it would mess up history."

"I understand, sir. I don't mind."

"So, you've been making good friends with Mr. Riddle, I see." He asked, smiling brightly.

"Oh yes. He's actually nicer to me than he is to the others. For some reason, he seems to really like me. I'm glad to have made such a great friend." Draco had to stop himself from adding: 'even if he is Lord Voldemort.'

"Good, good. Well, you best be off. Tom would hate to see you with his least favourite professor for much longer."

"Don't say that Professor Dumbledore. I'm sure he's very fond of you." He lied.

"Oh, no. I'm sure he dislikes me very much. Now, be on your way, Hayden."

"Yes, sir." Draco left the room after taking one more look at the old man's twinkling eyes.

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"Hey, Draco!" Riddle called after him when he left the classroom. The Malfoy allowed Tom to approach him. "The guys got detention from Slughorn, so it's just you and I tonight." Draco felt his cheeks grow hot at those words for some reason, but Tom seemed not to notice. "So, what do you want to do?"

"We could go to the library..." Riddle snorted.

"The library? This is weekend, Draco, surely you remember. Besides, I've already read most of the books in there. Why don't we...go to our dorms and just...chat?" He requested warmly and the blonde nodded. They walked to the dungeons and to their dorm. "So, what did the old fool want?"

"Oh, just wanted to know how I was adjusting. Seemed happy I was friends with you, and he knows you don't like him."

"Well, I suppose it is quite obvious." Tom recalled carelessly, laying down on his bed. "Come sit with me." Draco nervously got on his classmate's bed and laid down with him. Young Voldemort sighed and closed his eyes. "It's so relaxing here. That's why I love Hogwarts, it's much better than where I spent my summers and holidays."

"Oh," Draco said simply, "where did you spend them?"

"Orphanage." He replied stiffly.

"I'm sorry. Well, you're going to be seventeen, at least you never have to return." He nodded.

"True, true. I'm very glad about that. So, you haven't really told me anything about yourself yet."

"There really isn't much to say. I love snakes, money and being pureblood." He said, then smiled at Tom. He smiled back and gave a small laugh.

"No lucky lady in your life, Draco?" He asked curiously.

"No. I mean, I've had girlfriends, but I never really liked them."

"That's why us men should stick together." He stated matter-of-factly. Draco looked flabbergasted.

"But—I thought you said..."

"Well, yes. Women are good for babies. As long as we got them, we're fine." He gave a ghastly smile, then sat up. "You're very handsome, Draco."

"Have you ever looked in a mirror?" Riddle laughed again. Despite the fact it was cold, perhaps even cruel, it was nice to hear. Like a fallen angel's laughter, that rung through your ears, chilling and relaxing you at the same time. Tom leaned over to Draco and gave him a small kiss, which Draco deepened. It was as if he'd always wanted to kiss his lord all along. Draco wondered if he had wanted to in the future. Tom eventually pulled away.

"That was nice, Draco."

"I thought so too, lord." He responded truthfully.

"Glad you thought so. Maybe sometime we could...go a bit farther..." He hinted and gave Draco a broad smirk. Malfoy went red and nodded shyly.

"I would like that."

A/N: Wow, long chapter! Again, remember that Tom's views are not my own. I want some reviews people! A couple more chapters and maybe they might get pretty far. Just wondering if you guys think I should write what's going on in the future with Voldemort and Draco's parents. Just tell me if I should in your review. I'm going to sleep now, Love you! -falls asleep on keyboard-