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…..
It’s when he’s killing the same muggle for the third time in a row that Voldemort tilts his head and wonders if he’s been cursed.

In his defense, muggles are like rats—endlessly scurrying about where they don’t belong and spreading filthy diseases. He doesn’t bother to remember what the muggles he kills looks like, or pay any attention to for what reason they crossed his path. They appear. He kills them. That’s that.

But Lord Voldemort is not stupid.

“Rise,” he tells the Death Eaters assembled around him and the dead muggle. They follow his command quickly, their black robes swishing around their feet and their white masks silently staring at him. He hides a frown and taps his finger slowly on the throne’s armrest, a rhythmic movement while the people below him cease all motion.

“Tell me of Potter,” Voldemort orders. Snape immediately steps forward, robe dramatic as always, and begins to give the exact same speech as the previous two times. It holds nothing of value; it’s a pretty veil to distract him from the nothingness on the other side. It’s insulting, is what it is. A sign that Snape has grown complacent, has gained a delusion that he can manipulate Lord Voldemort (and that he succeeded twice... well, that never happened, did it) as he pleases.

Growing bored with the increasingly useless charade, Voldemort waves his wand carelessly and hisses, “Crucio!”

Snape drops to the floor screaming.

Hissing in pleasure at the sight of his old spy’s pain, Voldemort curls his lip over his teeth and crosses his legs. He places an elbow on the armrest and his head on his hand, gazing down at Snape. He holds the curse for ten, fifteen, twenty seconds. When he lets it go, Snape flops bonelessly on the floor, spasming and trying uselessly to curl up.

Narrowing his eyes, Voldemort announces, “Dismissed.” His followers bow deeply and immediately depart, using portkeys to escape from him. Lucius grabs Snape and drags him with him.

A/N: This is a fic for LVDM Week 2022, an event I made for fun and which then snowballed into a bunch of ideas. This is Day 2, Time Loop! I've got a good ten months to finish it, which is nice since I don't have any time to write fanfics right now (sad face).
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Tom Riddle | Voldemort
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort
Additional Tags: Rewrite, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Developing Relationship, POV Draco Malfoy, Smart Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy-centric, Worldbuilding, Fix-It of Sorts, Slow Burn, Power Imbalance, Falling In Love, Age Difference, The Author Regrets Nothing, Self-Indulgent, Crack Treated Seriously, Rare Pairings, Slow To Update, Work In Progress, Angst with a Happy Ending, Manipulative Tom Riddle, Dubious Morality, Canon-Typical Violence, May/December Relationship
Series: Part 1 of WIP - Works In Progress
Summary:

[Rewrite of If Only We Could Smile]

During the final battle at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy dies. Luckily, there’s a phoenix there that has taken a shine to him. Not so luckily, it sends him back to the summer before his fourth year at Hogwarts, when everything really started to go downhill.

Prologue and chapter 1 have been rewritten and posted!

[Read on AO3.]
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