WIP WED: draco's time-travel

[itshoodwinked]

Riddle’s dark eyes are right in front of him, sucking him in. Draco is beginning to grow painfully aware of their closeness, of how hard it would be to defend himself in this position. His wand is in his forearm holster, of course, but he doesn’t think he could get it out unnoticed. Riddle licks his lips just as Draco is debating to try anyway, and asks, “Do you still think Dumbledore is wrong?”

“I do,” he confirms, seeing no reason to lie. He continues, “Your magic is as dark as they come, but that hardly means a thing.”

“It doesn’t?” Riddle’s voice is silky smooth again, his eyelashes lowering a little. He’s got very long eyelashes, Draco can’t help but note, eyes tracking the shifts in Riddle’s expression as the teen says, “I would assume it would mean everything, seeing as I’m a Dark Wizard.”

“So am I,” Draco points out, loosing his grip on it just enough for a wizard as powerful as Riddle to sense his magic. It’s not oozing around him like Riddle’s, and it doesn’t dig into anything. But it curls around him nevertheless, a dark pit where before there were a kaleidoscope of colors from Hogwarts’ ambient magic. He shrugs, finally allowing the back of his head to strike the wall behind him—he’s getting tired of holding it up himself—and adds, “I’m fairly certain Dumbledore has never considered me a threat, though.” Here, he can’t help but grin, pride filling him as he says, “Just as a prat desperate to make his father proud.”

Riddle’s head tilts to the side, and his hands lands on the wall on either side of Draco, effectively caging him in. It’ll be even harder to get his wand pointed at Riddle, like this. “Oh? And why’s that?” Riddle softly says, eyes lowering to Draco’s mouth as he looms over him.

A/N: working on a new LVDM fic! it’s a one-shot, and i’m still debating whether i’ll just post it whenever it’s done, or keep it for LVDM Week. it does fit one of the prompts and who knows if I’ll manage to finish anything else…..