Title: Narcissistic Ambitions
Pairings: D/TR-LV, Slight Bella/Voldemort
Warnings: Slight fluff, torture, sexual situations, slash, mentions of femmeslash
Disclaimer: Insert Humorous Disclaimer Here I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Five:
Holidays and Hooligans

Christmas was approaching very quickly, and Draco found his life was perfectly normal by now. He could completely ignore the fact he wasn't from that time era, and the fact that he didn't have any parents in the past. To be honest, Draco didn't even care who was winning the war. He could really care less whether Harry Potter's mangled, dead body was on the ground at this very moment, or if the dark lord had fallen by the golden boy's hands. It was all in the past ... well, future of you were technical.

Malfoy had gotten better at his schoolwork and was getting better than he did before. Tom had helped him out a lot, whether it was the fact he was wise and intelligent, or handsome and seductive. He now was passing every class with flying colours. Tom had make a few more advances on him during the past few weeks, but they never got very far. The handsome boy loved to tease, leaving Draco wishing for more. Although, Malfoy was sure that the whole relationship was based on physical attraction, instead of true feelings. It reminded him a lot of his relationship with Pansy, and his stomach turned at the thought of it. Draco decided that if he wanted more from Tom, he would have to work for it, because he was sure it wasn't easy to get actual love from the dark lord.

For the holidays, the gang had decided to stay at Hogwarts. The Syrians were still recovering from the whole dark arts incident. Hortensio's parents were going to visit his sister in Germany, and Alonso wasn't allowed to go to his house. His older brother had just told his parents that he was engaged to a muggle, and Mr and Mrs Avery were still recovering. Of course, no one knew what they were going to do at Hogwarts for the entire holiday, but they would figure something out eventually. Tom didn't really look forward to spending the holidays with the remaining students, nor Dumbledore, who was one of the teachers who stayed as well.

"Doesn't he have a wife or something to go home too?" Riddle asked his friends angrily as they were walking across the school grounds. Hortensio snorted.

"Come on, Tom: the old fool, married?" Lestrange asked incredulously, making the gang of Slytherins burst out in laughter, except for Tom who was still fuming.

"Enough!" He barked at them and they silenced immediately, frightened of what might happen if they dared to continue on in such a jubilant manner when their lord was clearly furious. Riddle rubbed his temple with his long fingers and sighed. "I'm very stressed at the idea of staying here." "We know, my lord," replied Sebastien, frowning.

"We all are, but it's not all bad. I mean, maybe we can work it to our advantage." The boy said and Tom stopped in his tracks as a nasty smirk appeared on his face. Uh, oh. That look never meant anything good, and Draco knew it.

"Our advantage ... of course. There is, perhaps, something ..." The hairs on Draco's neck stood up at Voldemort's tone, and there was silence. It seemed as if no one was breathing, and Draco swore he could hear the others rapid heartbeats. The dark lord looked at them and made a soft noise. Then he smirked. "Well, silence is golden. No inquiries? Anyone?" His eyebrow raised and Draco swallowed hard.

"And, what might that be, my lord? The plan?" Draco asked, and flinched slightly when Tom turned to face him. The way his handsome features were distorted with cruelty and hate, was enough to have you cower before him.

"Payback. Dumbledore needs to learn to mind his own business, instead of sticking his atrocious nose into ours." The gang cheered while Draco nodded, his stomach suddenly feeling uneasy. "And," Tom continued with a smirk when the cheers had died down, "what better way to get him out of our business than to get him sacked?"

"Right, my lord, but how are we going to get Dippet to fall for it?" Alonso asked, somewhat downcast, as if the task was impossible. The others nodded in agreement, suddenly frowning as well. Voldemort pursed his lips, disappointed that his followers would give up so easily.

"Wait ..." Draco said, remembering something. "I have heard of professors getting sacked from making false accusations." Tom grinned.

"Then, we simply get Dippet fed up with Dumbledore's constant watch over me," he announced grandly and looked back at the school with horrible smile. "By the start of New Year, Professor Dumbledore will no longer be a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

A/N: Wanted to get this out before moving day and the start of school as a filler. I am so happy that you all like this story, and your feedback means so much to me. Suggestions welcome as well. Love you!