AUTHOR'S NOTE: So here's the post, hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Harry Potter.

The sun glared through the light grey curtains as the morning arrived, well ended. Adrienne burrowed into the sheets, and Draco's chest. She closed her dark eyes tighter, hoping that it would stop the sun, but it didn't. She shifted closer to Draco, feeling his warmth and inhaling his citrus-y scent on his pajama shirt. He shifted slightly to accommodate her new body position.

"Are you awake?" she questioned, her voice muffed by the sheets.

"It's noon, Adrienne," he commented. The sound of turning pages greeted her ears. "And if I remember correctly, I've told you three times now, that I don't sleep. However, I might have last night. Regardless, I've been up for hours."

"Reading?"

Draco chuckled, the sound vibrated through him and to Adrienne's ears. "Have you ever been to your library?" he asked her turning another page. She nodded against his chest. "Come from under there, Adrienne," Draco said. "It's quite useful." The first thing that Adrienne saw when she popped her head from under the covers was the spine of a book that read: Vanishing Cabinets and You. "Your elf brought you some tarts, by the way," he commented. "Mistress Adrienne likes to have tarts when she wakes up if she misses breakfast," Draco quoted as she rolled out of bed. "Where are you going?" he asked as she passed the tray of tarts.

"Shower," she called over her shoulder as she walked into the bathroom. "Stay there!" she shouted through the closed door.

Draco rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the book that was in his hands. This book had everything that anyone could ever wanted to know about Vanishing Cabinets, how to mend them, how to use them, how to partner them together, even how to clean them. It was the most helpful thing that he'd read all semester. Now he could kill Dumbledore the right way. He didn't have to try to create ways to attempt to kill Dumbledore, because he was afraid. He could do it the right way.

Her scream broke his reading concentration. His grey eyes flicked up to the bathroom door as it flung open and she ran out. The ivory colored silk robe contrasted beautifully with her ebony skin. Her dark eyes were wide, and her fingers were trembling. Her dark hair was wet and pulled to one side of her neck.

"Are you alright, Adrienne? Draco asked as he walked towards her.

"Spider," she squeaked. "Spi-der!"

A small spider crawled out of her bathroom and on to the carpet. Adrienne squeaked again and hid behind him, pressing her nails into his skin. Draco winced in pain as he drew his wand and muttered, "Arania Exime." A blue light shot from the end of his wand and the little spider flew backwards and scurried off. Draco then turned to Adrienne with an amused smirk on his lips. "You're afraid of spiders?"

Adrienne puffed out her chest and cheeks as she glared at him, "So what if I am?"

Draco pressed on her sternum roughly and smirked as she released that air that she'd been holding in. "It's funny that's all," he told her. Adrienne smacked his arm. "I'll protect you from the spiders, but only if you cut your nails," Draco continued as he rubbed his shoulder. "They're bloody sharp."

Adrienne rolled her eyes and kissed his lips swiftly in apology. "Whatever," she muttered under her breath. She then strode to the window and opened the curtains. "IT'S SNOWING!" she exclaimed after a moment of staring at the white fluff on the ground and in the air. Draco's eyebrow arched as he approached her. "It's snowing," she repeated before pressing her lips to his. "Come play in the snow with me?" she asked, her brown eyes pleading.

"It's cold, Adrienne," he told her before kissing her. "Can we stay in here?" he kissed her again savoring the taste of strawberry on her lips.

"Outside," she said again, however, the excitement for the snow had disappeared from her voice. She leaned into his touch, pressing her chest to his.

"It's cold outside, love," he mumbled against her lips. "The snow will be there later."

Adrienne nipped the pale skin on his neck, and in response Draco let slip a moan. Adrienne chilled at the deep-throated sound, her brown eyes flicked up to his grey ones. "Outside," she said again, however, all want to play in the snow was gone. Draco's hands slid down her sides, and settled on her hips as he pulled he closer leaving no space between their bodies. Draco's lips caressed her neck. "Maybe later."

Draco ran his fingers through her dark hair, loving the feel of her flesh against his. The sheets were rumpled. Her robe was laying at the foot of the bed. His pajamas, he believed, where on the other side of the bed. His fingers were tangling in her dark hair as she lay with her head on his chest when it happened. At first it was a small pinch, no more than a bee sting. However, that pinch turned into a burning fire within moments, and Draco gasped at the intensity of the pain causing Adrienne to look up at him. The pain for his Mark was etched on his face. She reached over and turned his forearm over, to see that the pale skin surrounding the Dark Mark was red. The mark danced on Draco's arm, turning the skin redder. She reached over and ran her fingertips across the mark gently. However, her touch wouldn't cure the pain this time. This pain was directed to Draco Malfoy only. He was failing the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord was getting impatient. As soon as the pain had appeared, it disappeared.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly. Draco nodded mutely, rubbing the dark mark on his arm. Adrienne kissed his neck and inhaled softly against his skin. "Are you going to talk to me, or just act like nothing just happened?"

"I could pose the same question to you," he said tensely.

Adrienne was silent. He was right. She just hated to admit it. "There's nothing to say," she told him. "People die. That's what we are put on Earth to do," she told him. "We live, we love, we die."

"You believe in love now?" he asked her. She flicked her dark eyes up to his light ones.

"I always have," she admitted. "But that's not the point. The point is it happens."

"And you are allowed to be sad about it," Draco responded.

"I was, last night," she answered. "Now, I'm done being sad, and now I'm dealing with it."

"More like repressing it," Draco scoffed.

Adrienne laughed with a faraway look in her eyes. "My dad used to say that I repress everything I feel. He said it would make me a good Slytherin," Adrienne snorted. "I guess he was right." She looked up at Draco and furrowed her brow. "You should talk to me about your plan."

"I'm going to mend that cabinet in Knockturn Alley, and then I'll be done," he answered. "There's not a lot to talk about with that."

"Are you going to be able to do it?" she asked.

She doubted him. He knew it. But how didn't? He doubted himself. "I will be," he said, trying to hide the doubt in his own voice. "I see that Slughorn offered his condolences at the funeral."

"Oh, yeah," Adrienne responded lightly.

"Your part of the task is going swimmingly," he complimented.

"Indeed," she answered slowly. "I wonder why the Dark Lord wants me to get close to him."

Draco shook his head. "It's best not to wonder with him. Just do it, it'll make your world a hell of a lot simpler."