3

The First Night

Adrienne kept a straight face as she quietly unpacked her things. If you couldn't see the tears gently dripping down her cheeks, you'd think she was content with her life. Why would someone do this to me? she asked herself, hanging up her clothes in the closet. I know there's jealousy of me, Hermione, and Katty, but this was definitely hatred. She glanced at Draco before pushing her now empty trunk under her bed. And now I hate them too.

Draco placed all of his clothes on to his four-poster bed before placing his empty trunk under it. He sorted it and began putting his stuff away, taking quick glances at Adrienne everytime he began to feel weird. What was strange to him was that he didn't hate that she was here with him. In a way, he felt whole now.

I'm sure she hates me he though sadly. Unlike the world liked to think, Draco didn't like being despised. The only time he felt truly happy was when he was with his friends or people who actually liked him and enjoyed his company.

He rolled his eyes. Except pansy he thought maliciously. Her, I could live without.

Draco sighed and reached over his bed to get a shirt he had laid there, stealing a look at Adrienne. She was looking at him. They stared into each other's eyes, Draco subconsciously stood up straight and began to walk over to her. She walked and met him in the middle of the room. They were inches apart when they stopped suddenly, realizing what was just about to happen. Adrienne quickly spun around and sat on her bed, back facing Draco. She pretended to mess with her shoes.

"So, Malfoy, I thought that since we're in this hopeless situation together, you could do me a favor?" she said to break the silence. Draco took a deep breath and walked over to his bed again, trying to figure out what just happened.

"If it involves me dying, you can forget about it. Other then that, I guess so, what is it?" he said back. He tried to sound as composed as possible. Adrienne laughed, looking at him over her shoulder. Se finally got up and walked over to him.

"No, no, as lovely as that would be, I don't want to be spiritually bound to a dead body until this curse is lifted off of us." She looked own, he gaze softening a bit. "I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't spread this around. I think we should only tell our closest friends about it."

Draco could see the pleading in her eyes and nodded, tearing away from eye contact as soon as possible. "At least," she turned around to face him, "If you have any friends," she said with a smirk as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Katty and Hermione stared at Adrienne in total shock, eyes beginning to tear. "A-are you serious?" Katty stammered, linking arms with Hermione.

"Totally, I wouldn't joke about this and you know that." Adrienne replied sadly. Adrienne hugged her two best friends as they both began to cry. "So you two are the only people I've told. I don't want this to get out, ok? Malfoy knows of course, Harry knows, and Dumbledore knows. I don't know who Malfoy's going to tell, but we're going to try to live our separate lives, just remain close. We have to live in the same room, be in all the same classes, and we always have to be facing each other during meals. It's going to be a hassle, but it's necessary that we stay close to each other in case something happens. So if you find that you have to be near a Slytherin crack whore or something like that, just remember that Gryffindors and strong and kind to all."

Hermione and Katty listened intently as Adrienne gave them instructions. She kept glancing over their soldiers at Draco, who was talking to Crabbe and Goyle while waiting for Adrienne to finish. She saw him laugh, and for a second she found him really attractive. She quickly realized what she had just thought, and mentally hit her head against a wall.

Why am I thinking all these weird thoughts and having all these strange feelings for him? Adrienne asked herself, sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall the next morning. I hug him, don't hate him, I think he's hot! she tried to restrain herself. Attractive, Ri, not hot. And not even very hot. I don't see why all these stupid girls go head over heels for the basterd. He's not a very good person in general, she tried to convince herself.

She was tired, she got hardly any sleep the previous night. She had the strangest dreams. A black dragon with large wings and a snake imprinted on its chest was fighting a beautiful white unicorn with a rose in it's hair. A larger red dragon had a crown on it's head. It roared, and hundreds of other red dragons flew towards them and attacked, swarming them in a sea of red. She heard the unicorn and black dragon cry out before she saw a flash of red and woke up, sweaty and hot.

She got up out of her bed and went to the bathroom, the moon cascaded a beam of light on the floor. She turned the light on, a small line of light fell on Draco's bed, curtains open. He moaned and put his pillow over his head, revealing a shirtless body. Adrienne was intrigued and began to walk over, but stopped herself. Get a hold of yourself, what is WRONG with you! God, you're turning into a slut! Think of Harry… The thought of him brought a smile to her face.

Adrienne got her drink of water before returning to her bed, hoping for sleep. But it wasn't found. The dream kept returning to her, everytime, she would wake up sweaty and out of breath.

Finally morning arrived, and she wasn't woken by the dream, but by a familiar face. Draco lightly shook her at 7:30 am, calling her name softly. "Bates… Bates, wake up."

Adrienne got up quickly, sitting up in her bed. Without realizing it, she had grabbed Draco into a hug. Draco was shocked by this and just let her hold him. When she officially woke up, she let go of him quickly, getting off on the other side of the bed. "What did you want Malfoy?" she asked, trying to sound as mean as possible.

"Well, I don't know if you want a shower, but I was wondering since we're going to have to shower eventually, how are we going to do that?" Adrienne was in the bathroom at the time. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and groaned. Her hair was a mess and her eyeliner was running because of the sweat on her face. She really should take a shower. But how? She turned around and looked at the shower, studied it for ways of contact without perverted-ness.

"I think whoever is taking a shower can do as they please, and the other has to stay out here and read or something, cause the shower's opaque. You can't really see through it." Draco shrugged and went to his bed to read.

Adrienne got all of her stuff together and went into the bathroom. "Malfoy!" she called. "I'm taking a shower, read in here!" He groaned and got into the tub next to she shower stall and began to read again. "You know, Malfoy," she said while combing her hair, "This shower's big enough for the both of us." Draco set his book down, puzzled at her meaning.

"What are you getting at?" he asked, hoping she was not coming onto him.

"I mean, if there's ever very little time and we both need to shower, and we can tolerate each other, we can be in here at the same time in our swim suits." Adrienne said, rolling her eyes.

Draco chuckled. "You want me in there with you that bad, huh?" Adrienne scoffed and sprayed him with a little bit of water.

"Just as bad as I want you anywhere else in my life. Which is not at all!" she snapped back, turning the shower head until it switched off. She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out of the shower. "Keep reading, Malfoy," she warned as she got dressed in the next room

When she was done she put her makeup on and styled her hair, Draco waiting for her in agony. "Why, Bates, does it take girls so long to get ready to go somewhere?" Draco asked whoever would listen in total boredom.

"Because, Malfoy, in order to live up to the male species standards nowadays it takes more than just a little ponytail and lip gloss to get one of you," she turned to face him, hair curly and bouncy against her school uniform. "Am I right?" I'd get with you any day he thought. As soon as he realized that he thought it, he hit his head against the same mental wall.

"Whatever," he said, turning to leave to go to breakfast.

So here she was now, two tables away from him, too tired for anything.

Today was not going to be a very easy day.