AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's the next chapter I hope you enjoy. That's all I have to say.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, just Adrienne."
"Snow!" Adrienne shouted as she ran out of the front door and rolled into the front yard. "Snow!" she shouted as she rolled forward and landed with her back in the white, fluffy substance.
Draco stood starting at her in surprise. He hadn't seen her like this since they were much younger and much more carefree. He watched as the exposed part of her dark skin tightened and formed goose bumps. Her dark eyes glowed with excitement as she rolled around in the snow.
"Come on," she called to him as she rolled on to her back and started to flail her arms and legs about.
"I'll pass," he said attempted to stifle a laugh at the sight before him. "You look foolish, Adrienne."
"I'm in my own yard, I can look foolish if I please," she said as she carefully stood up to look at her creation. "It's an angel," she told Draco. "Just in case you didn't know."
Draco kissed the back of her head and smirked. "I'm not an idiot, I knew it was an angel." He rolled his eyes. He paused for a long moment while she turned in his arms, and then looked at her. "I don't think that you should have been sorted into Slytherin," he told her.
"Oh, and why not?" she questioned.
"You're mad. Slytherins aren't usually mad."
Adrienne rolled her dark eyes and kissed her swiftly. She attempted to pulled out of his grasp, but decided that she didn't want to. "I'm not mad," she snorted. "I just like the snow." She pressed her face into the fabric of his coat. Her face was frozen from being out in the cold air. "I always have." She closed her eyes and inhaled the smell on his coat. "You smell like broomstick polish," she told him. Draco pulled away from her so that her face wasn't buried in his coat. "You smell like broomstick polish," she said again, and then buried her face in his coat.
"Yeah," he mused. "I polished your brother's broomstick while you were asleep, before I ventured to the library." He smirked. "You smelled that with the love potion," he said.
"Yeah," she said into his shirt.
Draco sighed and dropped his grasp on her. "You should go inside, Adrienne," he said before pressing his lips to her forehead. She shivered against him. "See, you're going to get sick."
Adrienne exhaled slowly and smirked. "Aww, look at that," she mused. "Draco Malfoy has come soft. Look at him caring about my well being."
Draco pushed her away and rolled her grey eyes at her. Adrienne fell back into the snow on an over dramatic fashion. Her body dented the snow slightly, and she sighed. "Adrienne," Draco smirked as he held his hand out to her. Adrienne took his hand, and he pulled up. "Let's go inside," he said to her. He pulled her in the direction of the door. Adrienne dropped his hand and crossed her arms across her chest. His cheeks were rosy, and it contrasted with the usual paleness of his skin. It was kind of cute, but she knew that he was cold, and didn't like the snow. Not even when they were kids. So she for once, she decided against being selfish and decided to go into the house with her betrothed.
Adrienne sighed and grabbed his hand again, before walking back into her home. The couple treed through the lavishly decorated living room, and Draco stopped and looked at a table that ran the length of the room. On the long mahogany table, sat several pictures. In many of the pictures, there was a well-posed, smiling Adrienne, age varying, or a well posed, smiling Blaise, age varying. However, the one that caught his eye was hidden behind the ones that were better posed. In the picture, sat the Zabini twins, no older than seven. They were seated on the back porch with Adrienne in a deep green dress, and Blaise with a black suit and a deep green tie that matched his sister's dress. They were dressed lavishly, and they were fighting. Blaise was pulling her curled hair, and she was pulling on his tie trying to strangle him.
"That's our favorite picture," she told him. "All the rest of them are fake," she picked up a picture of her, "so posed. But this one was real. Mum hates it. She says that it makes us look like children, but we were children then, weren't we?"
"It's nice," Draco commented.
"We need one," Adrienne stated.
"A fake one," Draco questioned.
"No," she scoffed. "A real one. Now if you don't mind, I was on my way to get a cup to tea from Massie. Care to join me?"
"Adrienne, come look at that this?" Draco called to her. Adrienne sighed and got up from her spot in the large, smushy armchair and walked to him. After tea, he'd convinced her to come with him to her library. She'd not wanted to go. In fact, she'd tired everything to not end up in her to the family library. Nothing had worked. So she'd spent the better part of two hours eating tarts, watching Draco read, and reading things that Draco asked her to read.
"I am not getting up anymore," she told him. "So make this the last time you call me over here."
Draco had a book that Adrienne had never seen before open, of course it wasn't often that she frequented the library, so that wasn't saying much. "You're directly related to Ngulabe," he told her. "All African purebloods are related to Ngulabe, mostly by illegitimate children and things like that. But you are a direct descendant from his wife, Mbewe." Adrienne furrowed her eyebrows. "You don't realize what that means do you?"
"I don't," she said. "Sorry."
"Well, you have the purest blood out of anyone that I know, even my family. You bloodline traces back further, and it's much more close-knit than mine."
"Alright, so I'm full of old magic," Adrienne said, before starting back to her tray of tarts.
"Exactly, you have old magic running through your veins. Can you still do accidental magic?"
"Yeah, but on accident," she stated obviously as she sat down on the table.
"Obviously," Draco teased. "And you're brilliant at Potions, Ngulabe was a Potions master. You can do wandless magic; you've been able to do it since you were like twelve. You have powerful magic that pent up somewhere. It's slowly slipping out giving you some of its power."
Adrienne scoffed and closed the book. "I'm sure that I have a gland somewhere that's just swelling, and then when it pops I'll have access to all this magic."
"Adrienne, this is serious," Draco said, although he was smiling at her joke.
"Sure it is," Adrienne said as she hopped off the table and walked to the tarts. "Don't call me back over there."
The Dark Lord stood looking out of the window. His eyes were trained to the grass outside of the Malfoy Manor. His narrow eyes were narrower than usual. The room in which he stood was dark.
"My Lord," a man drawled from behind him. "You summoned for me?"
"Yes, Severus," the Dark Lord said. "I need to you tell me about Ms. Adrienne Zabini."
"You know all there is to know about her, My Lord," Severus said. "She's the daughter of Danielle Blots and Delmar Zabini, both Slytherins. She's a twin, also in Slytherin."
"No, Severus," the Dark Lord said as he turned to face the greasy haired man. "Her magic."
Severus thought for a moment. "She's excellent at with spells; she catches on to things faster than any of her peers. She's a potions genius; it's as if she knows the brew without having to look at it. I do not compliment often, my Lord."
"Wandless magic?"
"I've seen her use it, and I've been assisting her with controlling it. She said that it happens on accident; therefore, she can't really control it. However, I've been working with her, and it has become better controlled. She can do small spells without a wand, disarming and such," Snape mused.
"Did you know that the Zabini family has a direct line to Ngulabe?"
"I did know that. What does that have to do with," Snape paused. "Old magic," Snape said.
"Old magic," the Dark Lord responded. "This is the oldest magic that I have come across in my time. That's powerful magic, and if she hasn't gained complete control of it then that means that it is lying dormant. Is the accidental magic she does powerful?"
"She's made it rain once," Snape mused again. "The lake flooded. I suppose it was more of a storm than anyting. There was lighting, thunder, and fierce winds involved. She said that she was angry."
"She has the ability to tap into it," the Dark Lord said quietly.
"IS that way you recruited her, My Lord?"
"Yes, the Old Magic that lays dormant within her may be stronger than the magic that I have. If she were to be on the wrong side of the fight, she could be," the Dark Lord paused, searching for the right word, "troublesome."
"And the reason for the marriage between the Malfoy boy and Ms. Zabini?"
"We need to keep the magic close. The Malfoy's, since Lucius married Narcissa, now have a longer, more pure bloodline. They make the perfect purebred couple," The Dark Lord smirked. "He needs something to keep him sane. She seems to be doing an admirable job at that."