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Abraxas Malfoy dying just after Voldy came back is peak angst but you aren't ready to hear that.
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hey everyone!!
i need help
so i've just remembered that one author on wattpad who wrote about abraxas malfoy and i believe her FL is like played by go minsi, basically she plots her husband’s death because she saw what he did to innocent people (prejudice against muggle borns) but she pretends to be in love with him.
if anyone can remember that story, please point me out to the author i'd be very thankful!!
... like I know pretty much everyone’s headcanon for Abraxas Malfoy is that he was either one of Tom Riddle’s closest followers or like *involved* with him, but... wait for it... what if Tom seriously hated him?
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“Has no-one told you not to stand in front of the stairs, Lestrange?” snapped the newcomer; a boy of about fourteen or fifteen, with a narrow, aristocratic face, white-blond hair and grey eyes that glinted like steel in the dim, wavy light.
“Who are you?” asked Tom, before he could hold himself back. But he couldn’t help but be curious, especially when the other four boys were staring at the newcomer with such adoration and reverence.
“Abraxas Malfoy,” he said, drawing himself up to his full height — which Tom noted with a faint hint of pleasure was not much taller than him.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”
“Tom Riddle.” Tom did not take his eyes off of Malfoy’s, instead lifting his chin and glaring.
“Tom Riddle,” repeated Malfoy. A mocking grin spread across his face. “And what might you be? Another half-blood? Mother ran off with a Mudblood, or worse, a Muggle, is that it?”
“No!” snapped Tom, acutely aware of the others gazing at him and Malfoy fixedly, awaiting an answer with bated breath. He could see his perfect façade unravelling already, all the work that he had done to earn his classmates’ respect wasted. “My father was a wizard! His name was Tom Riddle, too!”
Malfoy threw his head back, laughing, the sound echoing ominously against the stone walls of the corridor.
“Oh, you filthy little Mudblood. Bold as brass.”
...
"That's all Muggles and Mudbloods like you are good for. You must know your place," said Malfoy, smirking. All of a sudden, Tom felt himself being forced to his knees as if invisible hands were pushing him down. There was a black, shiny shoe in his face. Yaxley's wand was out. Magic. "Get polishing, Riddle. The Muggle way, as you're used to. And be careful. They're the finest dragonhide, more expensive than anything you'll ever own."
"But won't they—" Tom was not going to cry. He was not going to show an ounce of weakness in front of them.
"See you?" asked Malfoy. "That's the point, Riddle. So hurry up, and shine your master's boots, and you might finish before your little classmates see you on your knees like a proper Mudblood."
Tom felt the same fury burn as when Billy called him a monster, years ago, he wanted to tear, to break, to lash out at something… but there was no rabbit here. The three older boys had no weakness, and magic could not help him now. It was one against three, and he did not have any training.
But one day... he’d get each one of them. Alone. Scared. Crying.
Chapter Seven: Alice in Wonderland
"Are you coming, Riddle?" asked Icarus, turning imperiously as he put one foot on the stairs.
Suddenly, someone came rushing down in a flurry of dark robes, shoving Icarus away. He stumbled back, looking crestfallen, and the others drew away, too.
"Has no-one told you not to stand in front of the stairs, Lestrange?" snapped the newcomer; a boy of about fourteen or fifteen, with a narrow, aristocratic face, white-blond hair and grey eyes that glinted like steel in the dim, wavy light.
"Who are you?" asked Tom, before he could hold himself back. But he couldn't help but be curious, especially when the other four boys were staring at the newcomer with such adoration and reverence.
"Abraxas Malfoy," he said, drawing himself up to his full height — which Tom noted with a faint hint of pleasure was not much taller than him.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"
"Tom Riddle." Tom did not take his eyes off of Malfoy's, instead lifting his chin and glaring.
"Tom Riddle," repeated Malfoy. A mocking grin spread across his face. "And what might you be? Another half-blood? Mother ran off with a Mudblood, or worse, a Muggle, is that it?"
"No!" snapped Tom, acutely aware of the others gazing at him and Malfoy fixedly, awaiting an answer with bated breath. He could see his perfect façade unravelling already, all the work that he had done to earn his classmates' respect wasted. "My father was a wizard! His name was Tom Riddle, too!"
Malfoy threw his head back, laughing, the sound echoing ominously against the stone walls of the corridor.
"Oh, you filthy little Mudblood. Bold as brass."
Tom finds that Slytherin House isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. If he wants respect, he’s going to have to earn it.
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Chapter Nine: Words Shall Never Hurt Me
“They think I’m a Mudblood,” Tom spat, glaring at his shoes as if they had personally offended him.
“Tom!” Dumbledore exclaimed, looking scandalized. “That word—“
“That’s what they call me, sir.”
“Ah.” Dumbledore pushed his half-moon spectacles further up his nose, his expression pensive. “Hence, the frantic searching for evidence in the library. Have you perhaps thought of spending time with students outside your House? Those that might be more… open-minded?”
Tom searches for his father’s legacy as he attempts to prove himself worthy in Slytherin House. Blood is spilt. Dumbledore is watching him.
Warning: This contains the (I think?) most disturbing scene I’ve posted yet. Like, I know the first two chapters are murder scenes and TMR’s head is generally not a nice place, but prepare thyself, this is (slightly?) more disturbing.
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Chapter Eleven: The Ouroboros
"I do hope you're enjoying yourselves," said Slughorn, smiling evenly. If he noticed their obvious discomfort, he gave no indication. "I see Tom has finally found you. By the way, Tom — excellent work on your essay, I've just graded it — truly impressive, the attention to detail."
"Thank you, Professor Slughorn," said Tom with a small smile.
"Kiss-arse," muttered Minerva.
Tom glared at her. "Know-it-all."
"I haven't gotten to yours, yet," said Slughorn, nodding at Minerva. "But I believe I will also be impressed." He sighed. "Sadly, I cannot say the same for... certain others..."
"Nott and Mulciber?" asked Minerva, without missing a beat. "I'd be surprised if they had the attention span to write three inches' worth of anything."
Tom Riddle turns to revenge (ahem, shameless thrill-seeking) as he searches for the identity of his three attackers. All that he has to go on is a golden unicorn, a birthmark, and a ring in the shape of an ouroboros.
Fortunately for Tom, the Hogwarts library is open... but what else might he discover? With the (unwitting) help of Horace Slughorn, along with some pickpocketing and general scheming, it seems that revenge may be in sight...
Warnings: Without giving too much away, I’m going to borrow the AO3 tag. Tom Riddle is his own warning. Featuring a very pissed-off kid!Riddle at his pettiest and most vindictive. You’ve been warned.
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Abraxas Malfoy: Don’t you find it exhausting constantly being right?
Tom Riddle: It’s the only thing holding me together at this point.
nice try, now move aside malfoy (t.m.r.)
warning: mentions of anxiety
walburga placed the glass of water she got for you on your bed side table. the gentle clink making you open your eyes.
“thank you,” you say quietly, giving her a thankful smile. your roommate gave a nod. a small response, but it was how the Black heiress showed her reserved affections.
wrapping the blanket around you, you turned onto your other side, back facing the door. the coolness of the previously unoccupied side of the bed satisfying your warm body.
meanwhile on the other side of the wall, your other friends worried about you.
“bad day,” lestrange tossed the paper ball up, “it happens,” he shrugged, catching it mid air. avery sat against the opposite wall fiddling with his fingers, wanting to believe his friends calm reassurance. malfoy on the other hand was pacing up and corridor outside your room, guilt bubbling in his chest.
“i don’t know mate, maybe it was my fault. it was me that pushed her to try out for the team, even though she didn’t want to.” he said with furrowed brows. the scene of her running off the field mid game replaying in his mind.
“nah, wasn’t your fault. (y/n) is extraordinary on the broom, she makes an exceptional quidditch player,” nott cut in, dropping the pencil he was using as a mustache from his upper lip. “it was rosier that yelled at her even though she was doing exactly what he said.”
“rosier did what?” all four heads whipped to the new guest to their worry party. rip rosier ayyy.
“riddle,” lestrange greeted, catching the paper ball and tossing it beside him. tom gave a curt nod.
“lestrange,” he acknowledged in return, “nott, malfoy, avery.” avery looked at his peers nervously.
“what brings you here at this fine hour?” nott asks.
“i should be asking you the same thing nott,” the salazar descendant lifts an eyebrow, “in fact, why are you four outside of my girlfriend’s dormitory? was there a sleepover i was not invited to?”
it took a long minute for the rest of the slytherins to realize the joke.
tom riddle made a joke.
a nervous laugh reputed from avery, the rest following him, hoping that riddle had only wanted to make them laugh then leave. now that’s funny.
“speaking of which, i would like to see her-“ immediately abraxas grabs onto the door knob, preventing the boy inches taller than him from twisting it.
don’t let him see me like this, you specifically told them.
“what is the meaning of this?”
“(y/n) is not available for the time being,” reinhard pulls the attention away from malfoy.
“and why is that?” suspicion rises in toms voice as he straightens up his back to look down on the boys.
“menstruation.”
“diarrhea.” avery and nott say at the same time. they look at each other.
“diarrhea.”
“menstruation.”
tom looks between the two expressionless, giving reinhard and abraxas one more look over before turning back to his main purpose.
“nice try, now move aside malfoy.” he gracefully pushes the blonde aside and opens the door, making him cringe at his failure. lestrange shakes his head in disappointment as avery and nott begin to argue like children.
“diarrhea really?”
“it was the first thing that came to mind because of last nights chicken.”
the sound of the door creaking and footsteps ascending made you roll over.
“avery i said- tom!” you screamed in surprise, rolling back and away from his sight quickly, only to have you falling onto the wooden floor.
“my dear, are you alright?” suddenly he was by your side, lifting your chin and checking for any injuries.
“yes, just a light fall.” you reassure, sitting up properly. toms hands never leaving your face.
“now why have you been hiding in your room all afternoon?” the question you dreaded falling from his full lips. the memories coming flooding back cause you to groan into your hands, negative thoughts attacking your mind at once.
what will he think of you? weak? sensitive? getting overwhelmed by the heavy stares of all the other experienced players, watching your every move. no one feels the need to isolate after something like that, right?
“hey, hey we don’t have to talk about it, love. it’s alright.” he comforts. taking in a deep breath, you remove your hands from your face and stare into his beautiful brown eyes.
it’ll be okay
it was finally time to let the wall down.
tom has been supportive in every way. he may not always show emotion or how he’s feeling, but he always made you feel safe. with your challenges shouldn’t be any different.
“i know, but i’d like to.”
he smiles at your response looking at you proudly, bringing your head forward for a kiss at the root of your hair.
❤️ my sexies that struggle with mental health i see you and love you keep going! ❤️
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you usually weren’t one to go through peoples things, especially the possessions of someone as scary and powerful as alexein malfoy. but you had a point to prove, and it was that your fiancee and his father were in fact not scheming against you— a ridiculous thought only tom would come up with.
maybe he was still upset over the forced break up, or maybe he was extremely bitter over the fact that you chose your family’s honor over him, and abraxas malfoy of all people. you didn’t know. but you couldn’t help but to believe in him a little. tom riddle proved himself to be one of the most intelligent people you knew, before and during your two years together. so maybe a hunch, as silly as it may seem, may be worth looking into, not that you would find anything.
you wouldn’t let him know that of course.
you were in alexeins office to find your grandfathers ring, a family heirloom you inherited along with the rest of the family possessions.
“have you not noticed that the ring has gone missing since the engagement party?”
“tom i don’t have time for this right now”
“you won’t have time for anything once they take all that you have and keep you prisoner.” you turn around to face him. anger provoked by his harshness.
“something suspicious is happening, and i don’t want you to get hurt, my love.” tucking an out of place piece of hair behind your ear.
my love. 🤨🚨
“i knew it.” you close the last desk drawer. no ring in sight, just stacks on stacks of papers. and creepy dark objects for decor. can’t forget those.
“what are you doing?”
“ahh- drugs!” you scream at the sudden presence behind you, making you twirl around. “i mean-tom? i should be asking you the same thing.”
he doesn’t respond immediately, but instead stares at you. his eyes study your face like he’s trying to memorize every little detail, making you want to squirm.
you open your mouth to say something, but close it as he takes a step forward. looking down at you, he places a strand of hair behind your ear.
no, not today. as if reading your mind, he speaks before you can try again.
“the ring is in the safe.” you blink back into realty, toms eyes focused on something behind you.
“wh-how do you know?” you follow him toward the box hidden behind dark artifacts.
“during the summer, abraxas and i would accompany alexein to collect artifacts.” hovering his hand over the lock, it twists and turns to a click. “the important ones go in here.” you looked at the back of his head in confusion.
“it’s only an heirloom, it’s not dark…” the lack of confidence makes it sound like you’re trying to convince yourself more than your ex boyfriend.
“abraxas tell you that?” he huffs, but before he could open the door of the safe, the door knob of the study twists. within a blink of an eye, the safe is locked again and toms arms are around you. he gracefully pulls you underneath the wooden desk, hand over your head protectively.
two pairs of dress shoes click against the dark flooring.
“do not disappoint me, abraxas. the family name is on your shoulders.” the older malfoy uncaps the silver family crested lighter, igniting his cigar.
your mouth instinctively opens out of panic. toms hand comes flying over your mouth, looking you in the eyes and placing a finger on his lips.
you waited for your soon-to-be’s response, unable to see his facial reaction.
“what about…?” the young man trailed off, immediately regretting asking about you. immediately regretting ever meeting you. abraxas should’ve told his father you were a muggle born when he asked about you, maybe then you wouldn’t be in this mess.
your eyes find tom’s, but looking off listening intently, waiting for the older Malfoys response.
“who? ah yes, the girl. well…”
the man takes a long drag from his cigar before holding it out to his son.
“i suppose she won’t be needed after an heir is secured” not an ounce of emotion or remorse can be traced in alexiens voice as he exhaled the tobacco smoke.
your eyes widen and riddles hand tightens around your mouth gently, afraid your reaction would give you two away. unknowingly a tear falls, catching toms attention from the conversation between the father and son as it lands on his fingers. without thinking, he brings your head forward and rests your forehead against his. and you don’t pull away.
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so ur telling me malfoys werent vampires? seems fake but go off i guess
Holding Hands With Shadows | Tom Riddle
Synopsis: Being the Minister of Magic was not easy for Tom, but you are always there to keep chaos from erupting. OR, you are Tom's assistant and the babysitter of the group and Tom finally confesses.
Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader
Notes: Not canon compliant (sane!Tom, no Voldemort), Abraxas keeps insulting orphans, Y/N is tired (Knights of Walpurgis? More like Kids of Walpurgis)
You could almost feel the grey hairs sprouting from your head, and not even in a fun, attractive way either. It was a wonder you hadn't even thought about drafting up your letter of resignation until right now.
"Abraxas, you may not buy out that land to raise your peacocks. The Department of Care for Magical Children plan to use it for future projects."
Tom shoots you an amused look from across the room, lips quirked up into a smirk at your exasperated tone. The infuriating man was leaning back in his armchair, far too at ease, as you tried to restrain yourself from slamming your head through the table.
"Frankly, that just seems like a waste of good resources. I mean why do they need it so bad? Could they not just simply find another plot? After all, these children grew up in austere conditions, so they won't even miss it."
"Abraxas."
"Yes?"
"Get out."
"Excuse--"
"Now. Please."
The man looks over to his best friend for help, but Tom simply shrugs as if conceding that you were the one in charge.
"Fine. However, this conversation is far from over. I will see you both tonight, yes?"
"Of course. Safe travels, and please send Lady Malfoy my regards."
The man sends you a pleased nod before twirling on his heels, his cloak billowing dramatically. The door clicks shut behind him just as you drop your face into your hands.
"Stressed, darling?"
You huff and rub your forehead before answering with more bite than intended, "Perfectly fine".
The insufferable man, as unbothered as always, lets out a noise of amusement before slowly striding towards your desk. You slowly raise your head as his shadow falls over you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Yeah, fire off your best hex at me and put me out of my misery."
"Abraxas‘ dramatics has rubbed off on you, my love."
The pet name sends a shiver down your spine and you try your hardest to school your expression. You had grown up with Tom at the orphanage, which basically made you his closest confidant, friend, and ally. At times it felt like you were a breathing, judgmental diary to him.
You were privy to all that was bad and ugly in his life, so it was only right that you were by his side when he rose to power and suddenly had access to all the material goods in the world.
And to him--whatever he had, you had by extension.
Of course, you fought tooth and nail to get to where you were now, rebuking any effort Tom made to give you preferential treatment.
Everything would be fine if it weren't for your affections toward him. Growing up, he never expressed interest in pursuing a romantic relationship, he had only ever wanted to subvert the stereotypes and malice aimed at the both of you during your years at Hogwarts.
The closest thing to romance that you could associate Tom with was when he wooed Druella Rosier in sixth year with his signature smile and a kiss to her hand in order to siphon information about her father from her.
The poor girl was an inconsolable lump of misery after Tom got what he needed and tossed her aside like a used handkerchief.
Tom's always been romantically inept like that.
Your spiral of reminiscing didn't cease, not even when you and Tom showed up to Malfoy Manor for their annual ball later that night.
When would it be socially acceptable to turn tail and run?
"Assistant L/N! What a pleasure it is! Is the minister trekking about nearby?"
You spin from looking out the window and come face to face with an older man who you recognized from around the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
His vest hugged him tightly and only served to accentuate his red, puffy face.
Was he about to hit on you or try and kiss your ass so he could get acquainted with Tom?
Merlin. Did you have enough in your savings to retire yet?
"Good evening. I believe Tom is busy discussing foreign deals with Lord Greengrass."
"Ah yes, Cyrus Greengrass is quite ingenious. You and Minister Riddle were friends with him during school, yes?"
Your lip twitched at how casual he was addressing Cyrus. Cyrus would be disconcerted by the man's informality, but Abraxas would surely become vexed on his friend's behalf if he heard.
"Yes. We are childhood friends I suppose."
"Wonderful! Well I was coming to you because I'm sure you're aware that the rules for Quidditch are being tossed into the air. The Ministro di Magia in Italy is trying to--"
You started tuning him out and looked around the room for one of your friends, starting to sweat in the formal wear you had on.
Luckily, Tom caught your eye. Unfortunately, he had somehow rounded up all of your friends and they were all looking quite entertained at your expense.
"Sorry sir. If you'll excuse me, it seems that the Minister is in need of me."
Without waiting for a response, you chugged what was left in your champagne flute before practically stomping over to the circle of men.
As you neared, Tom stepped out to welcome you, encircling a hand around your waist like it was the most casual thing in the world.
"Good evening boys. Thank you for throwing me out to the wolves."
"Y/N! So I assume this would be a bad time to try and renegotiate the land you're throwing away to those orphans."
Bloody hell, he was forgetting that he was saying that in front of two orphans.
Without answering Abraxas, you turned to Tom and let out a sigh, "I'm handing in my letter of resignation tomorrow, I promise it".
The hand around your waist tightened ever so slightly and you ignored the amused looks your friends sent each other, having picked up on your little school girl crush on Tom eons ago.
Damn them.
"Now, now, don't make hasty decisions. I could simply smite Abraxas‘ peacocks and the problem would be solved."
Abraxas let out an undignified noise while Parkinson and Bulstrode snorted into their drinks. Cyrus patted Abraxas‘ shoulder in feign pity, but he knew that Tom would likely make good on his threat if you asked him to.
"I hate you all. How is it that even after all these years, I still feel like an underpaid, underappreciated nanny."
Abraxas looked offended at your words and quickly reassured you, "We love you though. Underpaid, yes. Underappreciated? Never."
Your banter with the group went on for a while longer and as the night started coming to a close, Tom steered you away from peering eyes and towards a vacant balcony.
"Are you alright, darling?"
You only nodded tiredly to the man, leaning your elbows on the railing. You rubbed your eyes as you could sense the man behind you shifting in uncertainty (which was so uncharacteristic of him that you had half the mind to pull out your wand and threaten him to tell you where the real Tom was).
A few beats of peaceful silence pass before you're jumping up at the feeling of hands coming to hug your waist, a hard chest pressing against your back.
"Tom--?"
His chin gently rested atop of your shoulder, loosening his grip slightly to give you the opportunity to push him away.
"Are you unusually more clueless nowadays or are you purposely torturing me?"
"You're going to have to elaborate. Did you accidentally kill someone or do something I would disapprove of? This affection is quite sudden."
"But you don't hate it. Quite the contrary."
"That confidence of yours is going to get you into trouble one day."
"If it's you, I don't mind the trouble."
You don't bother responding, but your silence was satisfactory enough for him.
Clearing your throat, you awkwardly move your hands to rest atop of his, patting them gently.
It felt like the world spun on its head and was reborn anew before Tom spoke again, "Marry me."
His words threw you for a loop and you sputtered a choked, "What?"
"Marry me. I mean we're practically married anyway. You flounder around and make sure the boys are okay, and I rein them in so they don't blow up the country and make me lose face."
"Yes. We are a true dynamic duo."
Your dry response has his chest rumbling in contained laughter, tilting his head and gently knocking it against your cheek.
"We're the parents of the group, haven't you noticed? Abraxas asked me a few days ago if we would end their suffering and ours by just wedding each other."
"I was not aware we were even dating."
"Dating--being partners-- would not even come close to what we are. Don't you feel the same? We are in sync in everything we do. Even hundreds of miles apart, I breathe as you breathe, my heart beats in rhythm with yours, my mind does not simply revolve around you--it is completely infused with your every essence. It is a wonder we aren't already married with three cats."
"Three cats," Tom despised cats, "But...yes, I feel the same. You know I do. I thought that...well, I thought you weren't interested in romance."
"I am interested in pursuing anything and everything with you. Only you. If you'll have me, of course."
Your laughter comes out wet and heavy, filled with relief and disbelief. You turn your gaze upward and watch as the stars blink down on you, permeated across the sky the same way love begins to flow through your veins.
"It was always you, Tom. Thank you for telling me."
Tom pulls back briefly before gently turning you around to face him.
He leans down and nuzzles his nose against yours, eyes conveying a tender emotion that you've never seen until now. But now you knew, every time in the past when his eyes flickered across your face and softened, it was out of love.
"Tell me you'll marry me."
You don't give him a verbal response, but as you press your lips to his, he knows that domesticity together is all the both of you have ever needed.
"Tom...does this mean we have to make Abraxas the best man now?"
"Don't be silly, he'll give us no choice in the matter."
(And give them no choice, he did)
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we were young once / crabbe and goyle needed for a riddle era site
- Riddle. Stay calm.
Malfoy snatched his wrist, which was holding the wand, lowered his head and whispered to him. His golden, untuck hair and his warm breath tickled his neck, making him shiver and slacken his wand. He never got used to Malfoy’s unrealistic warmth.
Tom hurriedly hid the murderous look on his face and went back to his plate. Rosier was cursing at Muggleborns and bragging about her so-called pure bloodline. Tom didn’t quite enjoy pretending to be oblivious while being heaped on insults, but he knew Malfoy wouldn’t leave both him and Rosier alone if he went out of his mind and attacked Rosier right inside the Great Hall. Rosier wanted to provoke Tom, even more so as he stayed resigned, so she used whatever cruel words she could think of. And in the end, as she still hasn’t succeeded, she spat out a “Boring!” and put on a victorious smile, turning to Malfoy with her chin up:
- I didn’t know you took pleasure in hanging out with such filthy mudbloods.
- You do now. Shut your mouth with your breakfast before you are gifted a beautiful, beautiful Crucio.
Malfoy lazily rolled his eyes to Rosier, and his voice was just as insipid - small enough for the other houses to hear, loud enough for the ill-fated Slytherins sitting nearby to turn themselves into thin air. Fortunately, Rosier was smart enough to know that Malfoy was livid and didn't want to be messed with, so after laughing it off, she changed the subject. Tom didn’t know what kind of world they are living in, but he has seen Malfoy use Crucio and Imperio a few times. Not as proficient as his other spells, but thinking about what Malfoy had gone through to be able to use the Unforgivable Curses at the age of fifteen made him nauseous.
Malfoy politely placed the napkin on the table and got up to leave, not forgetting to whisper to Tom about his behavior among the snakes that were so painfully eager to stick their fangs in his throat. He stared blankly at Malfoy for a moment, then quickly finished his breakfast, following him and walking side by side with him back to their dorm room. He could never like others’ chilling cold.