AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's the next chapter. Sorry, it took so long! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter... Still.

Adrienne tapped the tip of her quill on her desk as she stared blankly at the white writing on the black chalkboard. Slughorn was going on and on about something or other, and for the first time she was making no effort to listen to anything Potion related. How dare Snape make her go to class. It was a complete outrage? When she was attempted to trail Madam Pomfrey, Snape sent her to her class, and when she ignored his order, he'd reached out and grabbed the back of her robes. Adrienne knew that it was useless to fight him, and just gave up. With her hands in her pocket, she turned to her Professor as he told her what to say to Slughorn when she got to class. Severus was a friend of the Zabini family, just as he was the Malfoy's. He couldn't be cold and harsh to her, her mother would kill him. So after telling her what to say to say to Slughorn, he told her that if she wished she could come to the hospital wing after her Potions class. With that knowledge, she walked into her class, ten minutes late. As she walked in, Potter looked up at her, and it took every fiber of her being to not pulled her wand and curse him into next week. Instead, she relayed Snape's message and took her seat. There she sat, impatiently, waiting for Slughorn to dismiss the class.

"Miss. Zabini," she heard distantly. "Adrienne." She turned her dark eyes upward and saw that Slughorn was approaching her. "Is everything alright?" the Professor asked as Adrienne's eyes turned upward to meet his.

Adrienne's gaze shot over to Harry, and he hung his head. She couldn't tell whether it was for shame or the fact that her gaze burned him. "Actually, Professor, I'm not feeling well," she said, her dark eyes going back to the man that called her attention. "May I-?"

She needn't finish her question. "Yes, by all means. Do you need an escort, my dear?" Adrienne shook her head. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Adrienne replied. "Thank you so much for letting me go, and I'll be sure to get the notes for one of my housemates."

"No need to worry, Ms. Zabini. Feel better."

Adrienne gathered her belonging and let the room quickly, not without casting a final glance at the great Boy-Who-Lived. This time his didn't hang his head, he met her gaze. He seemed to be stuck somewhere between asking for her forgiveness and pride in besting her betrothed. Adrienne, however, was not torn between any emotions. If she hadn't hated the Great Harry Potter before, she defiantly hated him now. She left the classroom and closed the door behind her.

Even thought her class was in the Dungeons and the Infirmary was four floors above her, and the staircases were feeling particularly restless, she still managed to get to the Infirmary within five minutes. She was out of breath when she slowed to a walk after she'd jumped off the stairs. A familiar black cloak standing in the Infirmary made her stop short. Snape. He was leaning over a bed, an occupied bed. Draco's bed, and they seemed to be talking. Her curious nature got her best of her, and she walked to the door and leaned against it, trying to hear their conversation.

However, the conversation came to her in patches, because of how far away from her. Phrases came to her. Most of what she could hear was Snape asked Draco to tell him exactly what Potter had said to him. Exactly was spell he'd used against him. Draco kept responding with 'I don't know's and Snape seemed to be getting more and more agitated by the minute. From the brief glimpses that she got of his face, Adrienne knew that Snape knew exactly what spell Potter had used. So why was he questioning Draco like he was some prisoner.

"Ms. Zabini," the Professor drawled in her direction.

Adrienne turned her brown eyes towards Snape, who was leaving the Infirmary. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed that Snape was leaving, with Draco trailing him. "Professor?" she questioned, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Draco's eyebrow arched at the tone in her voice. He found it amusing. The man looked as if he wanted to ask why she wasn't in class. However, he said nothing and swooped away, his cape floating behind him. Adrienne turned her eyes over to Draco and sighed. "Would you like to spend your free period outside by the lake? I'll protect you from Potter," she teased.

Draco seemed to be holding his tongue, not wanting to say anything to her when he could proficiently defend himself. Every time he went to reach for his wand, his abdomen pained him. "Yeah, that's fine."

The two Slytherins walked through the deserted halls of the castle. Class was still in session. On the occasion they would pass a classroom with an open door and catch a bit of the lesson. A second year Transfiguration class learning the Fera Verto spell. The corners of Adrienne's lips turned upward as they passed the classroom. That was the day that Weasley couldn't turn his rat into a cup because he broke his wand. Idiot. Although, she was truly gifted at spells, it had taken her a few tries to get the spell right. It had also taken the Granger girl a few tries as well. There seemed to be an unspoken competition between the pureblood and muggle born witches. Granger, she had to admit, was very intelligent. However, she would not be shown up by a mudblood. That just wasn't a choice.

The bell to dismiss class chimed as the betrothed couple left the castle. There was a soft spring breeze over the grounds. There were flowers popping out of the greening grass. What was once dead was coming back to life. That's why spring was her favorite season. Rebirth and growth.

"What's on your mind, Andy?" Draco asked. Her thought had been so focused on the greening grass and the changing color of the lake that she hadn't noticed that they were sitting under a oak tree beside the lake. "Adrienne."

"Hmm?" she responded.

"What's on your mind?" he asked again. She turned her dark eyes to him and he sighed. "Adrienne, don't go there."

"No, no, that's not it," she answered. "It's after."

"After?"

The white wispy clouds were starting to thicken. They sky was starting to turn grey, slowly but surely the clouds were coming.

"Yeah, after."

"Well, I doubt that I'll come back," he started as he turned his eyes upward. The clouds had quickly taken over the sky above them, turning the rest of the sky grey. What was once a beautiful day was suddenly dark and dreary. "There's only a few days of school left after that."

Adrienne looked upward, her dark eyes on the darkening sky. "And what about me?"

"You," he sighed, now seeing where this was going. "You will have to stay." Thunder suddenly clapped and lightening flashed. It wasn't loud nor bright, but it was there as if in the distance. The summer breeze was replaced by a rough howling wind. "Adrienne."

"So, you get to be in the Dark Lord's good graces and I have to say here like some lady in waiting?" she questioned her voice a soft growl.

"Adrienne." He didn't seem to hear her. It had nothing to do with the howling of the wind and soft claps of thunder. "Adrienne."

"So you're going to go out and get yourself killed and what I just have -"

"ADRIENNE , CALM DOWN!" Draco shouted at her as he took her face in his hands and turned her to face him. A soft drizzle had started to fall as her eyes were starting to water. "Calm down." Her breathing slowed and the wind stopped howling. The sky slowly started to clear. The grey disappearing and the blue started to reappear. "What was that?"

"What?" she replied trying to play it off.

"The wind and the rain," he said. Draco brushed her dark hair from her equally dark eyes.

"The accidental magic," she told him as she pulled her face from his hands.

Draco's eyebrow arched. "Accidental magic?"

"It's affected by emotions, I suppose. That's why I tend to be level-headed; can't have an angry dark cloud and wind following me everywhere, now can I?" she questioned with a smirk.

"I can see why he wants you on his side," Draco commented as he stood and offered his hand to her. After he'd pulled her up he pushed his hands into his pockets and sighed. "If I leave without you will you do that again?"

She rolled her dark eyes and shook her head. "Nah. It takes a lot of energy to do that. It might be accidental, but it's exhausting."

Draco slipped his arm around her waist and pressed his lips to her temple. "It's just a few days, Adrienne. You'll be fine."