A/N: Ta-da, here's another chapter for you lovely people! Keep the reviews coming.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Who did you invite?" Draco questioned as the betrothed couple walked to the Great Hall. He'd been asking her for days who she invited to accompany her to Slughorn's party, but she never answered.

"Does it matter?" Adrienne asked with a small smirk on her lips. "I mean you've got detention, so I can't take who I'd like to go with," she shot him a look and his grey eyes looked apologetic, "so I settled for the next best thing."

"Who was?" Draco pressed as he sat down next to her elder brother.

"Has she still not told you how she asked to go with her?" Blaise asked.

"Oh, hush Blaise, I haven't told you either, so don't tease," Adrienne chastised. "It doesn't matter, okay? It's just for a few hours and I don't see the importance of letting you know right now." Adrienne ran her fingers through her dark hair and sighed. "Now, leave me be, so I can eat my tart."

"Still haven't found a date, eh, Adrienne," Melanie asked from the other side of Blaise. Adrienne's crushed a tart in her fist and sighed. Melanie's face flushed, "That's right, I wasn't supposed to tell," she said aloud. Adrienne shot her look, attempting to silence her, but she continued not seeing the glare. "That you asked Zachary and he turned you down."

"MELANIE!" the female Zabini shouted as her brother and betrothed laughed at her. Adrienne buried her face in her hands for a moment and then stood from the table suddenly. "I'll see you in class," she seethed as she walked away from the Slytherin table bag in hand.

Draco grabbed a tart identical to the one that she'd crushed in her hand and his bag and stood from the table. He bid his future brother-in-law farewell and his mistress and exited the Great Hall. Draco made a bee line for the Potions classroom in the dungeons, where he was sure that Adrienne had scurried off to in her moment of humiliation. Sure enough, when he opened the door to the classroom, he saw her with her head lying on the table before her. He walked over to her and pulled her ponytail lightly.

"You have to eat something," the blond told her as she lifted her head.

"Go away," she said motioning to swat the tart out of his hand.

"Adrienne, it's okay, don't be embarrassed," Draco soothed. "I brought you a tart," he said in the most sing-song voice he could manage. From in her position with her head on the table, he could hear her laugh.

Adrienne lifted her head and brushed her dark hair from her now dancing brown eyes. "Don't sing ever again," Adrienne told him as she took the tart from his hand. "I never asked him," she said as she leaned back in her chair. Draco's right eyebrow rose. "I just told her that so she'd stop asking. Apparently, he's got this huge crush on me, not that it matters to me. So I asked so she'd stop asking me to ask."

"So you're not going with anyone?" Draco questioned feeling a pang of guilt on his chest.

"No, I'm not," she informed.

Adrienne was much like Blaise in that manner; there were few people that were good enough for her. One of which she was currently seeing. There other was her brother, but that was wrong on so many levels, not to mention the fall in popularity if she attended a social event with her brother as her date.

"You can always come to detention with me," Draco drawled sitting down beside her and taking her hands in his.

"Is that a serious offer?" the girl question.

Before Draco could answer, Potter and his friends – the blood-traitor and the mudblood- walked into the room. Draco and Harry exchanged nasty glares and Harry was pushed further into the classroom by the red-haired Weasley. Granger and Adrienne exchanged civil looks. Ever since Granger rambled off the answers to Snape's questions, Adrienne had a certain level of respect for her, as much respect as she could have for a mudblood. It was some sort of unwritten rule, which said that intelligent people had to have a respect for other intelligent people, despite their differences. As the trio took their seats, Draco noted that they were watching them. Granger was shaking her head, obviously disagreeing with whatever Harry was saying and Weasley just looked confused.

"What are they saying?" Draco asked knowing that Adrienne had a talent for reading lips.

Adrienne laughed after a moment of silence between the two Slytherins, making it very obvious that they were listening to what Harry and the others were saying, but she didn't really care. "Weasley just said that he didn't know that you have the emotion capability to care for another."

A smirk graced Draco's lips and he shrugged, "Well, they don't know a lot." The classroom started to fill and Draco leaned forward to kiss Adrienne, shocking the majority of the class including the Gyrffindors that were just talking about them. Slyly, Draco shot the Boy Who Lived a look and turned back to face Adrienne, muttering something into her ear. The girl simply nodded, her brown eyes glazed over with some unreadable emotion. The bell rang above them and Slughorn waltzed into the classroom.

"What are they saying now?" he asked taking a quill from his bag and dipping it her fresh ink.

"Granger said that she thinks that we're quite cute, and that maybe this will prove Harry wrong. Then Weasley said that you're just doing it because we're betrothed. And Potter is still in shock, I suppose," she replied, while swatting his hand - a punishment for using her ink. Draco leaned over and kissed her fleetingly while Slughorn has his back towards them. Again, the class was shocked and Adrienne felt all the blood rush to her chocolate cheeks. She bit her lip as her hand shook a little, causing the date on her paper to be illegible.

Draco chuckled at the sight and muttered a spell, to make the date readable. She thanked him silently and tried to control her shaking hand as she startled on her notes.

"You look lovely, Adrienne," Draco mused as he spun her around in the Slytherin Common Room.

Adrienne was sporting a halter midnight black dress. There were ruffles going over her chest, accenting her already large bust. Around her waist was a black ribbon covered with black sequins that only glittered when the light hit them at just the right angle. The dress fell just below her knees and on her feet she wore a pair of peep toe shoes that exposed her freshly predicured toes, which were also painted a midnight black. Her dark hair was down and curled in a very elegant manner.

"Thank you, sir," she said as she came to face him again.

"Almost too lovely to go alone," Draco continued before he kissed the back of her hand.

"You can always come with me," Adrienne told him.

"I'll walk you to the party, but I must serve my detention," he told her. Draco reached over the arm of the sofa nearest then and returned with a black rose in his hand. "I got this for you." The rose was nearly stemless and there were no other flowers to go with it. Adrienne was confused for a moment, but Draco slid the rose behind her ear and smirked. "Now you look lovely."

Before she could respond, Melanie bounded down the stairs in some pale blue getup and spun before Adrienne. She posed the question, how do I look? A tell-tell that she was insecure about what she was wearing, and she damn well should have been. The periwinkle color that she'd dawned did look rather foolish on her. Draco started to say something thing along the lines of how she looked like a some sort of creature; however Adrienne, who must have read his mind, stepped on his toe with the heel of her shoe, effectively silencing him.

"You look nice," Adrienne managed.

"As do you," Melanie said.

"You look stunning," Draco muttered into her ear, causing her to smirk goofily.

Blaise walked down the stairs, fashionably late and gave his sister a spin in one hand and his date a spin in the other. "It's a dream," he said brushing a stray hair from Adrienne's eyes, "I get to escort two lovely ladies to Slughorn's dinner tonight."

Draco pulled Adrienne away from her brother and smirked. "Only after I walk her to the entrance," Draco said. "It's on the way to my detention." He brushed the stray hair that Blaise had attempted to brush away from her eyes, out of her eyes efficiently. "Shall we?"