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�Good kitty..� Tom praised the cat
as it stumbled toward him in transfigured form.�
The impression evoked was of himself suffering
from severe mental retardation.� Crookshanks mastery of bipedal motion was rudimentary at best
� although it was improving in leaps and bounds, fuelled by the cat�s desire
for more shredded chicken and milk.�

He took another few steps backward, beckoning to the cat to continue and
brandishing the small piece of chicken.

�Chicken?� Come
here Crookshanks.�
A little further��

His mentally challenged doppelganger extended its tongue foolishly and tried to
lick its nose as it scuffed another two paces closer, wobbling on its feet
unsteadily.�
It reached him and he placed the bite of chicken in its
mouth, grimacing at the sight of his own face gormlessly chewing twice and
swallowing, then mewling pitifully for more.
�You are an
excellent cat, aren�t you� he commended it and patted its head.� The human-Crookshanks
butted his hand and then dropped to its hands and knees again where it
proceeded to lick its arm rather thoroughly.

Tom cast tempus again.�

He had a bad feeling today for some reason.�
Dumbledore had not been to visit him for several days.� With each day, his arrival became more likely.. more pendulous.� At the moment Tom was worried that he might
appear unexpectedly while Harry was here.�
He would be arriving within
half an hour now.
He was feeling somewhat exhausted today, after spending another night examining the wards on the
door.� Although he was accustomed to
being awake continuously, his physiology was protesting the complete lack of
sleep.�

It had been two days now.�

He was noticing a certain lethargy.. a difficulty in maintaining concentration.� His vision was blurry sometimes and he had to
blink and rub at his eyes to clear it.�

These signs of fatigue, coupled with the thought of a possible visit from
Dumbledore, worried him.� In all
likelihood he would be able to sustain his occlumentic
defences against the old goat if he came.. but the tiny concern that he might not..� well..
it was disquieting.�
He was questioning whether access to the mudblood�s
bed was worth the risk.� He could think
of several alternate plans that did not involve being close to a hostile, if
quite well formed, witch.�

Was it as simple as wanting to experience intercourse with her?� Was his reasoning skewed by unwelcome
hormones?�

Of course it was.� He could hardly ignore
the burning desire to own her, filthy unworthy blood be damned.� She had found him..
He was free through her actions.� She had
defended him when he was weak and confused, about to be severely hurt, if not
killed, by Harry.� She was infuriating
and pretty and smelled of peaches.� It
had been so satisfying to hold her, the night he�d climbed into bed with her.

Yes it was unwise and distracting to pursue her � but he had never been very
good at denying his own desires.�
Hermione was a shiny red yoyo that he was not allowed to play with
He had been slouching on the sofa pretending to read when
she had come down that morning, her curls bouncing as she hurried down the
stairs.�

She had startled when she�d found him there and, from the way she had paled,
she had obviously recognised that he had been awake through the night.� Again.�

Tom had narrowed his eyes at her when she took extra care to lock Crookshanks in her room before she wished him a good
morning in a clipped voice and left for classes.��
It irritated him that she was so stubborn.� He had made attempts to connect with her
amicably and at each juncture she had been defiant.� He had tried to intimidate her into
obedience.� Success had been limited.� At the time she had complied...to a certain
extent.� But in the end she was
frightened, angry but still, inevitably stubbornly defiant.

Perhaps he was overthinking the matter.� If he wanted her.. he could simply take her...

Much like the red yoyo that he had, after persuasion failed, stolen and kept
all for himself.

She didn�t even need to know.� He could
have her and then brush the memory away when he was finished.� He could do it as often as he liked,� if he wanted.� There was nothing to stop him raping and obliviating her.

..although.. if he forced her
and Dumbledore or Snape learned of it, she would be removed after all.� ...and with her, the orange
cat.

If he wished to rid himself of the necklace, Hermione�s presence within the
head chambers had to continue.

He could not risk any experimentation with placing the necklace on the
transfigured cat until Dumbledore had visited once again.�� The last thing he required was to be caught
in the act of slipping his chains onto a transfigured doppelganger..��
The time growing short now, he transfigured the idiot
replica of himself back into a large fluffy orange cat and offered it a dish of
milk, before taking the opportunity to go and shower and redress himself for
the new day.� When he had finished, he unwarded Hermione�s bathroom door and called the fat orange
feline, replacing it in her room and warding it in.
He almost expected to find Dumbledore or Snape waiting for
him when he descended the stairs to the Heads common room but the room revealed
itself to be devoid of old suspicious wizards.�

It would actually have been a relief to find one of the professors waiting, he
realised.� He would know then that they would not arrive at an inopportune moment while
he was with Harry.�
Said boy entered the door, without knocking, only moments
after he had positioned himself in a chair by the fire

Harry hesitated, a couple of steps into the room, looking over at him with
nervous mien.� At Tom�s raised eyebrows,
he moved another couple of steps closer and then fumbled in his pocket.�

�I..� um..� You said you wanted a book..right?�
Tom brightened and moved to rise from the chair.� �it would be better
to go upstairs, don�t you think.�� He
shot a quick glance at the floo and gestured the other boy in the direction of
his room.

Harry seemed both relieved and even more flighty as he nodded and walked
quickly with tight posture in the direction of the stairs.� Tom followed, observing the tension vibrating
off him.� He wondered whether Harry was
more worried about displeasing him or about failing to convince him to teach
advanced defense spells.
The older boy had moved toward the bed as soon as he entered
the room but had then seemed to think better of it and veered away toward the
balcony.� Now he was lingering in the
centre of the room, looking around furtively.

Closing the door quietly, Tom followed.�

�What have you brought me, Harry?� he enquired calmly, refusing to allow the
pleased anticipation to build, as it would surely only be dashed when the boy
revealed an utterly worthless tome.
�Er.. I
don�t know if its something
you might like to read.� I saw Hermione
reading it at some point..a few years ago.�� He pulled a small thick book out of his
pocket and drew his wand to resize it, offering it then to Tom.
�Introduction to Arithmancy� Tom read.� A second year text.� Although his initial reaction was one of
disappointment at the banality of the unchallenging text, he subdued it and
considered the book again.� An
introductory text usually contained some history and a distillation of the most
basic principles.� It was possible that
the book might hold revisions of some formulae or even new areas of
analysis.�

He looked up and gifted the nervously fidgeting boy with an appreciative smile.
�Thank you, Harry.� I
will enjoy reading it.�
Harry practically radiated relief as he smiled back and
mumbled something unintelligibly that might have been �you�re welcome.�
After placing the book underneath his pillow, Tom turned
back toward the fidgeting boy with a speculative expression.� Would it be worse to be interrupted while
physically intimate with Harry or while teaching him defense
spells!?� The heavy ominous feeling had
grown and he felt almost certain that they would
be interrupted.

Better to be caught in flagrante with the boy than in anything that might
resemble an attack or duel, he reasoned.
Walking slowly closer he took in the nervous shifting of his
�enemy.�� Harry nevertheless held his
ground, a determined set to his shoulders.�
He looked like a Gryffindor gearing up for a foolish dare.

When Tom, apropos of nothing, reached for his robe fastenings, he blanched
slightly, stepping back a half step.

�Don�t you want to..teach me something..first?� he asked hopefully.��

Tom shook his head slowly, moving to follow him and again reaching for the robe
fastenings.�� This time Harry remained
still and allowed himself to be unbuttoned.�
A quick glance caught the pretty green eyed seventh year wetting his
lips nervously.�

�I.. I�m not entirely� he started to say before Tom
roughly dragged his shirt from his pants and delved his hands beneath.� Whatever Harry was �not entirely� was lost in
the older boy�s gasp and low moan of pleasure.�

Tom would have liked to purr too.�
Harry�s skin was so warm.� The
other boy�s body felt so good against his fingers; firm and muscled and making
his entire hand tingle.� He explored the topography beneath Harry�s
shirt, stroking his palms up the taller boy�s chest� and dragging the shirt with them.�

Harry swayed slightly toward him,� his eyes half lidded and pupils
dilating.�

�Take it off.� Tom murmured, stroking his hands over Harry�s lean muscled chest
and then back down his sides.� This drew
a gratifying shiver from the older boy and then, even better, Harry obeyed, reaching for his shirt and dragging it up and
over his head, letting it and his robes drop to the middle of Tom�s floor.�
Tom smiled, slightly dazzled by the sight of the gorgeous
older boy currently looking down at him with parted lips and ruffled black
hair.� Blindly, his hands were already
trailing down for Harry�s top trouser button.�

They were caught and dragged away before Harry reached for Tom�s own shirt and
vest.� He met no resistance.� If not for the fact that he held no wand
right now and didn�t wish to emphasise his wandless abilities, Tom would have divestoed them both and dragged the older boy impatiently
to the bed.� The garments were dragged up
off him and tossed aside.��

He let his head fall back in pleasure when Harry�s large hot hands stroked his
back experimentally, setting off a mind melting tingle in his nerves and
spine.� As one hand migrated around his
body to stroke the backs of its fingers up his chest and trace a slow circle
around the small hardening nipple on his (as yet rather underdeveloped)
pectoral muscle, he gasped softly, his eyes falling closed in bliss.�

A finger stroked down the centre of his flat chest before it retreated again,
although Harry�s other hand remained resting lightly upon the small of Tom�s
back.�
When nothing further happened, Tom opened his eyes to find
the dark haired older boy looking down at him with a faintly troubled
expression.� The haze in his eyes had
faded slightly.

�You know..� Harry mumbled low, sounding guilty �this
is probably against the law.� I feel a
bit like a..funny uncle or something.� You just look.. so..so..fourteen.�
Tom felt like he�d been slapped.

He�d been enjoying Harry�s slow tender exploration.� It had seemed that the other boy desired him.. and then to be suddenly informed
that touching him felt like molesting a child.. It was worse than anything that
the mudblood had spat at him � and those things had annoyed him greatly at the
time.�

He stepped back in pained discomposure, tearing himself away from the other
boy�s hands, as they reached ineffectually to keep him from retreating.�

�I..I�m sorry.�
I didn�t mean..� Harry babbled, clumsily.

�I don�t want to hear it.� Tom snapped coldly. �I will not listen to your lies
to cover the truth you wish you had not revealed.� Just... just..be quiet.�
He folded his arms uncomfortably and strode toward his
crumpled shirt and vest on the floor near the foot of the bed.� When he picked it up and started to turn it
back the right way in, it was torn abruptly from his hands and then he found
himself captured in the tight embrace of the larger boy�s arms.� The sudden overwhelming rush of pleasure was
difficult to fight.� He felt even angrier
that he found it so difficult to resist and struggled, pushing and tearing at
Harry with wandless magic, trying to toss him away as he had Draco when the boy
had gone too far.�

�Stop!� the larger boy growled from within the sudden seething maelstrom as
they both slid a few steps backward; Tom was dragged with him when Harry
wouldn�t release his tight hold around him.�

�I didn�t say I don�t want it� Harry spluttered desperately, clamped around the
smaller boy like a boa constrictor, His head bowed and cheek pressed against
Tom�s forehead. �Just that other
people might think I was...hurting you.. or something..� It was
just that.. alright?!� Stop now!�
With extreme will
power in light of the fact that he was still upset and frustrated, Tom forced
himself to calm down somewhat.� The
rushing air around them stilled again and he felt the arms around him lose some
of their tension.

�Bloody hell..� Harry muttered with unsettled
ire.� �You and Voldemort need to find
less violent ways of reacting to things that piss you off.� It�ll probably turn out that this entire war
is over some stupid half arsed comment someone made to you at some point god
only knows when.�

Tom did not answer although he filed away the fact that the wizarding world (or
at least the part of it that contained Harry) was apparently at war with his other self.�

He was still feeling somewhat annoyed and resentful, even if the sensation of
being held gently against the larger boy�s chest was seductively lulling his
body to relax and forget about the petty issue preventing him taking further
pleasure in Harry�s body.
Cautiously, Harry�s arms loosened till he could stroke Tom�s
back again.�� It felt so good.� Hating himself for it, but seeing no other
way that he might escape the ongoing slur regarding his physical appearance,
Tom hissed petulantly �I will take an aging potion.� You will bring me the ingredients that I
require.�
He resisted when Harry�s hands went to his shoulders,
pushing him away slightly, but the other boy, it seemed, wanted only to see his
face.� From the incredulous disapproving
and slightly guilty expression Harry presented, this solution was not
enthusiastically embraced.
�You�re not taking an aging potion.� You don�t need one.�� And even if you really wanted one for reasons other than my stupid mouth - I can�t bring
things in here easily without anyone noticing and there�s no way I can bring you some random bunch of ingredients for a
potion I know nothing about ��
You�d never be able to brew it anyway since Professor Snape would
be able to smell an ingredient in here from the other end of the school and
he�d know whatever you were making
and then he�d kill me.� I�d owe him so much detention that I�d have
to use a time turner to fit it all in before graduation.�� Harry smirked faintly at that thought, his
fingers on Tom�s shoulders massaging absently.
Tom scowled back, unconvinced.

�It would be more satisfying for us both if I were older..�
Furrowing his brows, Harry sighed softly.�

�Maybe� he admitted.� �Or maybe..it would just remind me of..� he hesitated and bit his
lip.� His verdigris
eyes snapped to Tom�s own, searching within them uncertainly.��

�Of?� Tom prompted quietly, knowing that the other boy
would backpedal at full speed now.

Astoundingly Harry didn�t.

�Of..the other diary Horcrux� he finished in a barely
audible mumble.�
Tom blinked, surprised.�
That had slipped his mind!� When
he�d first met Harry, the boy had known what he was. Upon learning that he had
been trapped in a diary, the response had been something along the lines of
�another one?!�� He had wondered..but of course Dumbledore had forbidden anyone from telling
him things about his other self.�� Draco
had provided information on the diary itself.. but not the events that had occurred immediately prior to
its destruction.�

Of course he hadn�t known that Harry had seen
the other horcrux.� Had it successfully
resurrected itself then?!
�Will you tell me...what happened?� he asked, scarcely
daring to hope that Harry might.
Harry was again indecisive and defensive.� �No. I�m not allowed.� Dumbledore-.�
�How old was he?� Tom interrupted quickly.
Harry swallowed, seeming to deliberate for long seconds and
then answered hesitantly �He was a sixth year.� after a moment he added softly� �-..I was in
my second year.�
There was a faint heaviness in the way that the other boy
said it and Tom knew that Harry would refuse to reveal any more.� He provoked him even so.

�Was he attractive?�
Harry�s hands dropped from Tom�s shoulders abruptly as he
stepped back from him, looking down at him as if Tom were barking mad,.�

�I was TWELVE!!� He set a bloody twenty foot basilisk on
me.� No.�
No he wasn�t attractive � he was bloody terrifying.�
Shocked, Tom automatically wanted to know how Harry had
escaped.� But, with the loss of skin
contact bringing them both to full awareness once more, It
seemed that story hour was at a close.�
The other boy clammed up and refused to say any more about the matter,
restating only that Tom didn�t need an aging potion.
Still.. it
was encouraging that Harry had brought him an illicit book and now, against Dumbledores orders, shared information with him.� He was getting to him.
�I think I might be willing to teach you some defensive
spells now� he offered generously, wanting to reward Harry.� The unusual green eyes flickered slightly
with something like disappointment before settling on relief.
�Thank you� Harry said quickly.� �About yesterday.. um..� I won�t do that
again..� that is.. well.. you
know.� Insisting on that spell and then.. with the threat and ..everything else.�
Really - anything you�re
willing to teach me is good.�
Tom revelled in the vastly improved attitude of the older
boy.

�I am glad you feel that way � as I�m going to begin with some fairly basic
spells.� As I said � I will teach you
more advanced spells only if you give me reason to believe you can handle
them.�
Harry nodded at once, his expression determined.� He could just as well have screamed around
the room that he intended to prove himself and persuade Tom to teach him the
advanced defense spell he wanted most.
�Your wand, if you please� Tom demanded lightly.
Harry seemed to remember for the first time that he had left
his wand in his robe pocket, said robes now tangled up in a pile on the
floor.� Had he needed it, he wouldn�t
have been able to get at it easily.� He
moved to retrieve it just a little too hurriedly.� Then there was a moment of hesitation in
which the other boy struggled to master his expression before he finally
offered it to Tom handle first, his eyes intent..almost
pleading with Tom not to make him regret the move.

It was laughable, really.� The boy was
virtually helpless with his
wand.� Taking it from him did not
significantly increase the risk he was placing himself in by coming here.�
Accepting the wand and swishing it lightly, Tom mused again
on how well it responded.. how
right it felt in his hand.� Almost like his own.�� He used the wand to transfigure a sock from
his drawers into a wooden imitation wand.�
Although he could have easily done so wandlessly, he preferred not to do
so in front of Harry.� Moreover � it was
a psychological hurdle to bring the boy to the point where he would hand over
his wand without a second thought.� He
tossed the imitation wand at the sable haired boy, who caught it nimbly.
�I will demonstrate � you will imitate � I will correct your
movements as needed and then you will attempt the spell with a wand.�
Harry�s face scrunched up slightly. �Is that really necessary?� We try spells for the first time in class all
the time.� Why do I have to practice with
a toy wand first?!� Its
just going to waste time that you could be teaching me more spells in�
Tom rolled his eyes and flicked a stinging hex at the twit,
drawing a slight flinch and scowl from him as he rubbed his chest where the hex
had landed.�
�It is not really
necessary with basic level spells such as those we will be working upon
today.� I wish you to develop the habit
however.� Certain higher level spells �
in particular the spell about which we quarrelled yesterday -� are extraordinarily dangerous to learn.� A minute deviation from the correct wand
movement can destabilise and.. in
the worst case implode the energy
matrix one is constructing.� It is best
to develop the habit of honing a complex new spell by means of an imitation
wand, preferably before a mirror.� Only
when the movements are fluid and precise, the timing of the incantation perfect
and automatic, should the spell be attempted with a wand.
The other boy seemed to think about this as if it were an
entirely novel concept to him.�
Tom wondered what exactly students learned in Defense and
charms classes these days.� In his own
time, professor Merrythought had been fanatical about
adequate preparation and minimisation of risks. �She had drummed into them that it was
dangerous to treat spells lightly as there was no clear division between high
and low magic;� even certain low level
spells such as the sepsis spell and the canary conjuring charm could harm the wizard who performed them
incorrectly.�

Tom had actually mourned the loss of
the chance to attend fifth, sixth and seventh year defense
classes, while he was trapped in the diary.
�Pay attention.� This
is the most basic semi-permeable bubble shield.�
It costs little to cast.� It will
allow most spells to pass through it with the exception of the Morrigae series, which were conceived with the intent of
bypassing simple single layer bubble shields.�
Fiendfyre and the unforgiveables will also
destroy it if cast from within.�

Tom barely twitched the tip of his wand and a pale blue bubble glowed around
him for a fraction of a second before vanishing.�
Harry nodded attentively but furrowed his brow in
frustration.

�that was-� he started
�Yes.� I realise that
it was difficult to identify the wand movement.�
That is the speed and level of subtlety with which you must cast all
shield spells when you have mastered them.�
Many are intended to mimic the casting of others, although behave quite
differently to them.�

I will show you each spell, as it should be used and then I will teach you the
movement and incantation.� Ideally you
will incant silently, however for the purposes of instruction � I wish you to
incant aloud until you have demonstrated the capacity to cast the spell several
times without fault.�
Slowly, he repeated the spell, exaggerating his wand
movements and incanting aloud on the half turn and flick

�bullauxilium��

The blue bubble flickered into being once more.��
Harry stepped closer and asked him to cast it again.� On the third try he moved to stand beside Tom
and looked sideways at his hand, trying to ape the movement.�� He caught the rhythm and shape of it quickly
and when Tom offered him the wand, cast it perfectly upon the first try.�
Pleased, Tom repeated the process with another three bubble
shields of varying types;�
The first variable in size, the second several orders stronger,
the third castable over external objects rather than
oneself.�

He deliberated on teaching Harry another related shield which laid the protection
seamlessly over one�s skin, thereby avoiding the telltale blue flicker during
casting, but decided against it as it was difficult to detect and for the
moment he preferred to be able to identify when the other boy was shielding.

He had instead moved to teach him a shield that was particularly suited to
layering, due to its low energy cost and stability.�
Harry was quite quick to pick it up and he was smilingly
praising him and preparing to return his wand when the sword of Damocles that
had been hanging over his head all morning finally plunged.�
�Potter!!� What in merlin�s
name ..?!!�� The
severe beak nosed professor gasped appalled at the unexpected discovery of a
shirtless Harry with a similarly half naked Tom, and then his eyes sharpened,
taking in the wand in Tom�s hand and he seemed to jolt in shock.� �Fool!!� What have you done?!! �
The wand attempted to sail out of Tom�s hand but he gripped
it and tore it back out of the tug of the summoning spell, pressing it, without
looking, into the unresisting hands of the shocked boy beside him who seemed to
be looking, whether in confusion or embarrassment, for somewhere to escape.
The black vulture stalked into the room with a face like
thunder.� Tom did not move as he was promptly
swaddled in ropes.� They were scratchy
and coarse against his bare skin.

Severus Snape loomed over both of them, with thunderous rage in his black glare..�
A flicker at the door drew Tom�s eye.

Draco.�

The blond peered around the edge of the door cautiously, his silvery eyes
flicking to Tom�s fearfully and then, in surprise, to Harry.�� A strange expression transformed his
face.� It had something of petulance and
anger and quite a lot of jealousy.� Tom
recalled clearly Draco�s secret fascination.. nay obsession with
the green eyed boy currently at his side.��
�Why, Potter, do I
arrive to find..� The dour beaky man seemed to fumble
for a name by which to refer to Tom. �-Riddle
holding your wand?!� I was under the
impression that you had understood and agreed to the conditions imposed by the
headmaster upon him.� Did I hallucinate
the two hours spent explaining in
painfully simple terms exactly why each and every rule imposed upon you was
necessary for your long and short
term survival?!� Perhaps the boy wrested
it from you by force?!� It did not appear
so in view of your apish grin as I entered.�
WHY are you even here?!�
Are you weary of living?!�
�I�m allowed to be here!� Harry sniped back childishly.
�Professor Dumbledore said I could visit Hermione whenever I want�
This seemed only to further incense the man hanging over
them both and vibrating with anger.�

�Is that so?!� Where then, is Miss
Granger?!�� Were you playing hide and seek?!� Is she perhaps in the wardrobe or under the
bed?� To my knowledge, she is in her
Arithmancy class at present.� You could
hardly fail to know this, in light of your mutual attendance in transfiguration
and herbology before and after this period.�

How then, are you visiting her
here?!�

Evidently, you are not here to see your
..friend.� So I ask again � WHAT possessed you to come here..alone.. to surrender
your wand ...to him?!�
At that, Draco stepped three horrified steps into the room
before his face twisted, with effort, into a sneer of amused incredulity.

�Seriously?!� You came here alone and
gave him your wand?!� Either you�re even
more stupid than I gave you credit for or you�re finally realising that you
don�t stand a chance of winning. Are you suicidal,
Potter?!��

�The jeer did not quite convince
Tom.� Draco was legitimately shocked and
concerned for Harry.
Harry obviously missed the dissonance and reacted like
gunpowder to a match, bristling and puffing himself up for a fight.
�Shut it, ferret!�
What the hell are you doing
here?!� Snape � why are
you bringing a bloody junior Death Eater
to see Tom?!�
�Tom?!!� �Draco seemed to almost yelp the syllable
incredulously.� �You�re on a first name basis with him?!� And why the fuck are
you both undressed?!� Merlin�s
balls!� Are you shagging the Dark Lord, Potter?!�
Is it because it�s him and the
idea of fucking the wizard that killed your parents gets you off - or do you
just have a thing for underage boys?!� Is this why no one�s ever seen you
date?!� - Because you�ll end up in
Azkaban for pederasty if anyone finds out?! �
The two began yelling at once.� Tom stood calmly, watching all of this and
considering possible responses.� Snape
too, he noted, seemed to be thinking about events, his eyes narrowed and
flicking between Harry, Draco and Tom himself suspiciously.� Draco was stamping closer with each yell and
Harry seemed to be gearing up to hex him.�
Snape�s finger was tapping his wand.�
He would act soon.
�Harry.�

Tom spoke quietly but it somehow managed to cut through the rabble and the
green eyed boy�s head turned to him at once with burning eyes before he
blanched at the disapproval in Tom�s gaze.��
He seemed to shrink somewhat, backing off, and avoided the eyes of the
others.
Draco fell silent in dumbfounded disbelief.�� Snape, on the other hand, seemed to darken
further.�
�In answer to your earlier question..Professor Snape� Tom said with clipped
politeness, �Harry allowed me to use his wand in order that I might teach him a
number of defensive spells.�

Inexplicably, it appears that the teaching of defense
has degraded over the course of the last fifty years to the extent that he did
not know second year shield spells.�
�And you believed
that, Potter?!�� You thought he would teach you spells
to defend yourself... from him?!��

Draco sounded disgusted.�

Tom made a note of the youngest Malfoy�s more than
questionable affiliations.� No doubt his
other self would be interested, if he was not already well aware of them.
The dark expression on Snape�s face sharpened into something
calculating.�

�Demonstrate them, Potter.� Show us what
you have learned.��
Harry faltered uncertainly and, to Tom�s abject delight,
glanced at him as if seeking permission.� He nodded subtly.

It was gratifying to see the other boy perform flawlessly all four spells that
he had cast before and then the fifth
which they had been working upon when interrupted.�� He smiled approvingly at Harry, who looked
pleased with himself.
�I..don�t.. under-�

Draco seemed at a loss for words.� He
turned to Snape as if the older wizard would explain why Tom had apparently really been teaching Harry defensive
spells.� The wizard in question ignored
him, his gaze fixed on Tom, with narrowed eyes.
�A ploy to garner the boy�s favour.� Nothing more.� Potter � you are the most infuriatingly
dunderheaded lemming.� Detention.� With me.� Two weeks.�
Now get out!�
Harry looked close to refusing, his eyes slid frustratedly to Tom as if expecting him to argue or
contradict the professor�s order.�

While flattering, Tom was under no illusions about just how far he might push
the older wizard.��

When Harry received only a meaningful glance at the door, he looked both
disappointed and angry.
�Fine� he muttered tightly and scuffed off out of the
room.��
Draco followed his progress and seemed to want to go after
him, but a curt �stay� From Snape halted his movement in place and he turned
back guiltily.
There was the faint sound of the door closing downstairs.
As if having difficulty controlling himself,
Snape�s top lip twitched into a momentary snarl before he released the incarcerous
binding Tom.�

�You will not toy with Potter� he
pronounced venomously. �I expect he will not be returning, therefore the
warning is obviate.� It may pertain
however to any student with whom you
are generously permitted contact.� It
would be ill-advised to continue to threaten Miss Granger, as she will be
removed also, should I believe you intend serious harm upon her.� Professor Dumbledore and myself
will then be your sole outlets for conversation and intellectual stimulation.�
Tom shuddered internally at the thought of coming, in his
isolation, to look forward to speaking with Dumbledore or Snape.
�I understand.� I
doubt you will believe me if I tell you that I was not ..toying.. with
Harry, as you put it.� I was bored.� He is not exactly the type with whom I might
engage in long involved discussions � teaching him was more interesting than
rereading the same books for the thousandth time.�

I have not threatened Hermione either, as far as I can recall.� I have been friendly and polite.. I have attempted to animate her to conversation.� I..do not know what
more I could do to persuade her that I mean her no harm.�
Both of his guests displayed blatantly dubious
expressions.� He waved it off and turned
away, moving to sit on the end of his bed wearily.�

�What was the original purpose in your visit, Professor?� he asked. �Am I the
subject of student tours now, or is this
another potential outlet for conversation and intellectual stimulation?�

Draco shifted uneasily and looked to professor Snape with barely veiled
pleading.�
�I had ..originally.. thought to bring you a Slytherin with which to converse,
yes.� The professor responded with barely a hitch.� �Your lack of rapport with Miss Granger is
obvious.� Draco is the current head boy
and previous occupant of these rooms.� I
wondered whether he might possibly be a more suitable companion for you.�
Chewing over this idea, Tom caught the implication
clearly.� A more
suitable companion.� As in.. instead
of residing with Hermione.. he might reside with Draco.

No.� That was entirely undesirable.� Not only had the youngest Malfoy behaved
despicably upon the last occasion that he had met him, but having him here
would be of no strategic value.� If his
loyalties were solid � he would no longer be able to easily move around
Hogwarts and leave the school to contact Tom�s other self with messages.� If he was a traitor, he would be protected
here with a ready excuse for his unwillingness to attend upon his master and,
in all likelihood, his health and emotional well being would be strictly monitored around Tom
himself.�

Not only that but Hermione would be permanently out of reach and Harry would
not have even the flimsiest reason to visit.

No.�

Unacceptable.
�I take it that this meeting is to determine how compatible
we might be in such an arrangement� Tom murmured quietly.�
�Possibly� was Snape�s answer.
�And are you remaining to chaperone or will we be permitted
to speak together as we would, were we actually to reside here together?�
The delay stretched on longer this time.� Draco seemed to be on tenterhooks, fiddling
with his wand worriedly.�
�No.� I will not
remain.� Snape said finally.� This was
apparently not the answer that Draco wanted, he turned with observable fear in his eyes.�
�Severus!!..� he said imploringly,
surprising Tom with the informality of the address
�Draco.� We have
discussed this.� Snape responded dismissively.�
�You are ..quite safe.� He is fourteen, he is unarmed and, unlike Potter, you will not relinquish your
wand to him.�

The blonde looked at Tom in mortification, obviously wondering exactly where
his wand might be now.� Tom only smiled
back innocently.� Draco, having obviously
kept their last meeting to himself for whatever
reason, seemed to have no choice now but to agree to that assessment of
circumstances.
�I will return for you shortly before dinner.�� Snape seemed to scowl slightly.�
Tom suddenly, as if the man had announced it, comprehended
that the decision to leave Draco here unattended was against Snape�s better
judgement.� It was logical to conclude
that Tom�s other self had likely ordered
Snape to bring Draco into his presence for a certain period of hours.� Neither Snape nor Draco wished to comply but
Draco would nevertheless be left with him, to whatever end Lord Voldemort had
intended.

He felt a warm glow of pride that his other self could exert his will even
within Hogwarts.

It was impossible to be certain whether the suggestion that Draco might
permanently replace Hermione came from Snape, Dumbledore or Tom�s other
self.�� There were various implications
to each.� More information was required
to determine the intended purpose in sequestering Draco here with him, he decided
Something of his realisation must have showed on his face
because Snape�s face darkened further and he took a half step closer, his wand
gripped tightly, before thinking better of it and turning away in a whirl of
black robe toward Draco.�

�Your wand, Draco� he demanded through his teeth.�

The blond actually whined softly as he gave it over, his eyes begging Snape not
to leave him.� The older wizard�s
features were like stone as he stalked out of the room.
Draco, after watching in disbelief as Snape descended the
stairs, turned back in abject terror toward Tom, his hands shaking visibly.

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