Title: Narcissistic Ambitions
Pairings: D/TR-LV, Slight Bella/Voldemort
Warnings: Slash, mentions of femmeslash, fluff, torture.
Disclaimer: Hello My Name is: FANGIRL

Please Read If You're Confused (Review Answers):
Gasanechi – Let's start with Skye. It was very hard to make an original character like her, especially since J.K. doesn't tell us about many of the students in Hogwarts in Voldemort's era. She might become good friends with Draco, or might even like him for a change. Even if Tom is starting to change, he still is evil, he actually only does want Draco as a sex toy at this point. We've both read that Tom's supposed to be, very, very handsome. If I were Draco, I too would be submissive -winks- As for Tom's laughing spree, I blame myself. I need to hold back my Voldemort fangirl urges here -small smile-
Heather – Oh yes, Voldemort knows and he isn't too happy about it. Get ready, this chapter has a lot of Voldemort's bitching.
Katsy17 – Yay!

Warning: May Contain Slight Deathly Hallows Spoilers.

Chapter Four:
Problems and Solutions

Voldemort sat alone in his room at the Malfoy Manor, thinking over what had just happened in the past and how it had effected him in his current state. He had kissed the young Malfoy! Shown affection towards him, and he had still to learn how it would all work out. Sending him back to 1943 was a mistake, and he regretted that already. There was nothing he could do about it though, he just had to pray that his past self would regain control and perhaps kill Draco later on. But, the weird thing was, the dark lord didn't really hate Draco anymore. He actually felt some remorse for sending the 17-year-old back to where he was unfamiliar, and torn away from his parents. Voldemort shook his head and gave a scream of pure hatred and confusion. He couldn't do this to himself! He was the greatest wizard of all time! Because of him Dumbledore was dead, muggles and mudblood filth were being killed off by the tens, and yet he had grown attached to the little snot bag of a pureblood! For perhaps the second time in his life, Lord Voldemort was scared. He sent a mental message to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, telling them to report to him immediately. He would blame them for the whole mistake, and then kill them like the worthless bugs they were. Then again, the dark lord wondered why he even bothered to call upon them. He could just get another faithful follower to do off with them, but why deny himself the pleasure. It had been awhile since he had killed, and he needed to kill. It was just something that kept him going all these years, as well as hearing the screams from filthy traitors and mudbloods. Some called it sadism, he called it a hobby. Finally, the Malfoys entered the room, looking apprehensive, Narcissa was sending their lord nervous glances every time to time, otherwise avoiding his eyes.

"You called upon us, my lord?" Lucius asked. Voldemort sat up and looked as smug as he could.

"Yes. I was just wondering if you wish to know how your son is doing?" The two Malfoys looked at each other, then at the dark lord. Narcissa nodded slowly and Voldemort gave her a cruel smile. "He is getting along quite well, a little too well, to tell the truth." She gave a sigh of relief, her son was fine, and that was all that mattered to her. The dark wizard seemed to notice, and raised his wand. She let out a squeak of terror and stumbled backwards, as if trying to avoid the deadly curse that might be thrown at her any second. "Come here Narcissa." She came forward reluctantly, her gaze kept on him. "I have put up with you and your family for far too long. Your son deserved what he got and Bellatrix is the only one sensible enough in your family to see it!" Lucius watched in horror as his wife sunk to the ground after being hit by the killing curse.

"Narcissa!" He called out to deaf ears, rushing towards her lifeless form.

"Enough, Lucius! You're next." And the dark lord's killing spree didn't stop at Lucius Malfoy.

It was only a month until Christmas now, and Draco was knee-deep in homework. He had to do two Defense Against the Dark Arts essays, write 11 inches of parchment on the ten uses of moonstone, practice how to transfigure a mouse into a teacup and the banishing charm. Tom, of course, of was already done all his schoolwork. He always finished it as soon as it was given, and often scolded Draco when he didn't get to his own right away.

"I can't help it if the amount of work they give out is unnatural!" He argued to his friend.

"It isn't that much! Defense Against the Dark Arts is pretty simple, get those essays done first. Try taking 'Defense at it's Best' out of the library. As for the moonstone thing, try 'Advanced Potion Making and it's Ingredients'."

"Okay...that still doesn't help with tranfiguring or banishing!" Tom sighed and looked at the blonde boy knowingly.

"It just takes some practice, is all. And it helps to know the background of the spells." Draco nodded, Riddle always had all the answers, and it amazed him. Draco actually found himself looking up to his him, even if it was Voldemort. Then again, he always did kind of look up to his lord. He was powerful, someone who was a true role model, even if he was evil. But, then again, doesn't everyone have a little evil in them? Besides Saint Potter, of course. Perfect Potter who could brake the rules and no one would even bat an eyelash. Famous Harry Potter who risked his life for others numerous times. It made Draco sick that anyone could look up to the so-called golden boy and his pathetic friends, Weasley and Mudblood. "So, what do you think of Hogwarts so far? Is it better than Durmstrang?" Riddle asked nonchalantly.

"Hogwarts is very nice, much better than Durmstrang, actually. I wish I had gone here since Year One." Tom stopped walking and looked at Draco curiously.

"Durmstrang doesn't have 'years' does it? I thought they went by age groups." Malfoy had stopped walking too. He hadn't known that about Durmstrang. He made a mental note to read up on his supposed former school and cleared his throat.

"I meant your year one." He felt his heart drop from his dishonesty, but, it was young Voldemort and revealing what really happened would tear a hole in the fabric of time. Riddle seemed suspicious, but did not press the subject.

"So, what do you plan on doing for Christmas?" Tom asked. Draco paused, he hadn't even thought of where he was going to spend holidays yet.

"Well, I don't know yet. Usually I stay at school, my parents are very busy during the holidays." Again, he lied and Voldemort nodded.

"We should all stay at Hortensio's house this year. Last year was a total disaster...I pity Mr. and Mrs. Syrian."

"What happened?" Draco asked, not sure that he really wanted to know.

"The Ministry got a tip that they were hiding dark objects in their household. The guys and I had to go to Avery's house and Mr. Syrian had to go an put it right."

"Oh, well. Do they know who told the Ministry?" For a brief second Draco saw a flash of red in Tom's emerald eyes.

"We all think it was Dumbledore." Draco didn't dare to say anything else, the anger in his voice was not something he wanted to toy with.

A/N: I know it was short, but I wanted to post it because I'm not sure how often this well be updated from now on, most likely on Wendnesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. I'm guessing this fanfic will consist of 15-20 chapters, and I already know the ending. First one to review gets a muffin!