AUTHOR'S NOTE: Kind of a fluffy chapter, but it was needed. Let me know what you think.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, just my original characters.

When Adrienne awoke, the previously loud common room was quiet. She kept her dark eyes closed for a log moment. Her head was no longer on Melanie's lap, she'd felt the black haired girl move awhile ago, but her head wasn't on the cold leather of the black sofa, she would have woken up sooner if it was. Her head was perched on something soft and carried the faint smell of citrus and broomstick polish. Adrienne inhaled deeply, thoroughly enjoying the scent of whatever she was laying on.

"I take it you like the smell of my jumper, Zabini," her betrothed's voice drawled from beside her. Adrienne opened on of her dark eyes and looked up at him. On his lap was a Defense Against the Dark Arts book from fifth year from the looks of the notes in the margins. His grey eyes were looking down at the book before him, and there was a confused or frustrated, she couldn't really tell, look etched on his face. Adrienne sat up slowly and stretched. Her hand went to the jumper beside her and she handed to him. "Wash it for me; don't want your droll on my jumper." Adrienne made a face and then looked towards the dying fire. "You didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

"No," Adrienne answered honestly.

The two were quiet for a while. Silences between them had become less awkward, and more necessary. Both of the newly recruited Death Eaters needed time to think about the tasks that they had been given. Both knew the pressures of trying to carry out the Dark Lords wishes. Both knew that it was almost impossible to find time to think about the tasks within a school day, what with all the homework and the gossip that goes about the school. However, when they were together, thinking was easy. It was safe.

"Adrienne," he said to her quietly. "What do you know about Vanishing Cabinets?"

Adrienne was taken aback by his question. They hadn't talked about those since last year in their DADA class. However, Adrienne, kind of the Hermione Granger of the Slytherin House, remembered. "They were used a lot in the First Wizarding War. There has to be two of them too work properly, and if they are connected, then they create a link. It's like Apparition without the threat of splinching."

"Give me an example," Draco said not looking up from the book.

"Okay, say the Dark Lord is breaking into Granger's house," she saw a small smirk on his lips. "If she has a Vanishing Cabinet, and say Weasley has one as well, and they are paired together, Granger can leave her home and appear in the Vanishing Cabinet at Weasley's. It's a magical tunnel of sorts." Adrienne closed her eyes. "If the pairing in broken then the user with fall into Limbo until the Cabinets are repaired or they will die there."

"Is that all?" he asked her calmly. Adrienne nodded. Draco closed the book and tossed it on to the table before them. "Why did you lie this morning?" he asked her. He sounded angry, but there was an underlying tone of concern in his voice.

"About sleeping?" She saw Draco nodded in her peripheral vision. "I don't know. I didn't feel the need to tell you that I didn't sleep well, what with Pansy snoring in my ear and all."

Draco allowed her pathetic excuse to slide and he stood. Adrienne turned her dark eyes up to him as he started towards the exit of the common room. "You should get some sleep, Adrienne. You'll benefit from it later." Adrienne scoffed and a slight chill ran down her spine. Without a word, Draco pointed his wand at the dying fire, and suddenly there was more light, warmth, and flame, due to his spell. "You're welcome."

Adrienne folded her legs under her body and called out to him, "Draco?" He stopped and turned to face her, one of his light eyebrows arched. "Why were you so mean this morning?"

"I'm a Slytherin," he replied, "and a bully. What else would I be?"

"You're an annoying git," Adrienne pouted.

Draco smiled, a genuine smile, not a smirk, and walked towards her. "It's something that you'll just have to get used to if we are too married," he muttered in her ear once he was close enough. He then kissed Adrienne's check and back away. Adrienne was kind of surprised by the action. He'd been a git to her and now he wanted to be nice and sweet. "Goodnight, Adrienne," Draco drawled as he walked away. "And do try and sleep tonight, you have bags under your eyes."

Adrienne scoffed and rolled her dark eyes, "As do you, dearest, as do you," she replied. "Do you want this?" she asked holding up his Defense against the Dark Arts book from the previous year. Draco held his hand out for the book and Adrienne grabbed his jumper and walked the book to him. "Where are you going?" she asked, both of their hand on the book. Draco looked at her well manicured fingers while he formulated a lie.

"For a walk," he replied. Adrienne opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off, "Sleep." Adrienne stood and looked at him. "What Adrienne?" he asked. She shook her head and continued to hold on to the book. "You can't come with me tonight, Adrienne, and I'll be back late, so don't wait up. Just sleep," he insisted. When she didn't let go of his book, he sighed. "Imperio," he muttered quietly. A feeling of pure calm and serenity rushed over her. It was the most wonderful feeling. Adrienne felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in her head was swiftly wiped away, leaving nothing but a feeling of happiness, in the situation the happiness was untraceable. "Goodnight, Adrienne," Draco said again, leaning to kiss her check, but it seemed he changed his mind halfway through and his lips touched her corner of her mouth.

Draco's Imperious curse wasn't as strong as he thought it was, nor was he as good at it as he thought he was, because as soon as his lip touched her face, Adrienne was able to gain complete control of her will. However, not sure what to do in the situation, she allowed him to think that she was still under his spell. "Goodnight, Draco," she said quietly as she turned to go up to her dormitory.

Her face was still hot when she entered her dorm, Draco's jumper in hand. She sighed and walked to her bed calmly, carefully not to step on any of the squeaky floor boards. Then she flopped down on her bed and sighed. Quietly, she undressed and then dressed in her pajamas. Then she stared at the jumper on her bed. After a few moments of silent deliberation, she pulled the jumper on over her head, inhaled the distinct scent of boom polish and a citrus-y fruit as she did. Then the girl curled up in her bed and with the help of the citrus-y fruit and boom polish, was lulled into a sound sleep.

Draco walked with his book in his hand and head held high. What had he done? Never had he shown any emotion towards Adrienne, other than being as kind to her as he was to his mother, but that was only because he'd known her since he was eleven. Never had he thought, that he would look at her in the manner he'd seen her tonight. Adrienne had always had an effect on him. He could never be a hundred percent git to her. She made him soft. Adrienne was he weak spot perhaps that was the reason he'd pushed her away this morning. Right now, Draco couldn't afford to be weak. He was weak enough in his own. He couldn't afford to be distracted by her lovely chocolate skin or her deep brown eyes or the curve of her hips… He pushed the thought from his mind as he approached the end of a corridor. He closed his eyes and though I need the Vanishing Cabinet. I need the Vanishing Cabinet. I need the Vanishing Cabinet.

A door appeared before him and he looked around, to be sure that no one was around before he walked in. As soon as he was inside the door disappeared and the wall was bare again. Draco inhaled and a smell of strawberry greeting his nose. He passed and looked about the room, but saw nothing that was strawberry related. He sighed and brushed the thought aside, along with the thoughts of Adrienne and her smile. He had more important things to worry about that that. He opened the Cabinet slowly, thoughts of Adrienne still plaguing his mind.