A/N: So, I'm back. Here's a chapter. There's going to be one more after this, and then that's the end. -insert sad face- I don't know if I am going to continue this story into the next year. However, I really like Adrienne and Draco, so I'll probably end up doing some one-shots or something like that. So yeah. However, if you, the readers, want me to do seventh year, then I can. I have nothing against it, the updates are just going to be really slow on that one. So if you want more Draco and Adrienne, then let me know.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.

The room was dark, just as it always was. The only light in the room came from the fire that was slowly dying in the fireplace on the opposite side of the room. This has once been a dining area. An area that he and his family and friends used to eat Christmas dinner. This room had once been the least used room in the entire Malfoy Manor. Now it was the only room that was constantly used in the Malfoy Manor. The drawing room. With his hands behind his back, he entered the room behind Severus Snape. His eyes were trained to the figure sitting in the chair at the end of the room.

"Severus," the figure greeted. He opened his eyes and looked upon the pale face of the Professor. His eyes then fell upon the form standing behind Severus. "Ah, the young Mr. Malfoy!" he exclaimed. The figure gestured towards the fire at the other end of the room. The dying fire jumped to life and the entire room was illuminated. As Draco's eyes were adjusting to the change in lighting, the figure that had been sitting before him and his professor stood quickly and was now looming over him. "Mr. Malfoy, is the deed done?" the figure hissed. Draco was silent for a long moment. "Mr. Malfoy?"

The blond turned his grey eyes towards his professor. He wasn't quite sure what he was hoping to find by looking at his professor, nut what he found was a blank expression and dark eyes. Draco then turned his eyes to those of the figure that had questioned him. The red eyes wee piercing. His snake-like nostrils flared as he waited for the answer to the question he posed. "Yes, My Lord," Draco paused. "Albus Dumbledore is dead."

The Dark Lord took a step towards Draco. "Say it again, Draco," the Dark Lord demanded.

Draco swallowed slowly, "Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, is dead."

A smile crossed his thin, almost non-existent, lips. His thin lips spread over his rotted yellow teeth. His red eyes closed and he laughed. Draco took a step back and once again his eyes returned to the professor standing beside him. Snape had said nothing since they left Hogwarts, since Potter had confronted him. Draco had half expected Snape to say something. He'd expected him to say that he, not Draco, was the one that killed Albus Dumbledore. The killing of Dumbledore was the most essential part in the plot to killing Potter. Make him feel alone and he will be alone. Alone Potter was weak. Anyone who killed Dumbledore would be in the Dark Lord's good favor for all of eternity.

"Young Draco, you've impressed me," the Dark Lord said after his fit of laughter had subsided.

"Thank you, My Lord," the young blond said with a bow.

"You have completed an essential part of my plan," the Dark Lord said. "I thank you."

The rumors had been flying since the Headmaster had been killed. The disappearance of Professor Snape only boosted the rumors of Death Eaters in the castle. Of course, Draco disappearing didn't help that rumor die off either. People had been dying to question Adrienne about the whereabouts of her fiancé. They'd been looking for her in the corridors, and some students from other houses were even brave enough to hover outside of the common room entrance. People from the great house of Slytherin would stay in the common room in hopes that they would spot Draco's lover. However, they never would. Adrienne never left her bed in the last week of school. House Elves brought her breakfast, lunch, and dinner, most of it she didn't eat. Blaise would bring her whatever she needed. Seeing as their Headmaster had just been killed all classes had been canceled, so there were no end of the year exams. So Adrienne spent a lot of her time lying in bed with the covers pulled over her head, playing like she was asleep. If she was asleep, then the girls in the room know not to bother her. Adrienne was not pleasant when she was greeted with a rude awakening.

"Adrienne," her brother called to her as he poked her from under the sheets. "Have you packed anything?" he asked her. After a moment, Adrienne stuck her wand from under the blanket and flicked it. The trunk at the end of her bed sprung open and slowly all of her belongings started to make their way into the trunk at the end of the bed. Her clothes folded themselves and fitted themselves into the trunk with no problem. After all of her belongings, were packed the truck closed and then slid itself to the door next to the other trunks. "Okay, you've packed everything."

"Yes," she said from under the blankets. After a moment, she pushed the blanket off her head and looked up at her brother. "Did you go?"

"To his funeral?" Blaise question as he looked down at her messy hair. His sister nodded. "No, I didn't. That's why it's been so peaceful for you today. Everyone is at the funeral."

"Except us," Adrienne said as she sat up against the pillows.

"Except us," Blaise confirmed.

"Well done, Draco," his father praised as Draco exited his bedroom. He must have heard Draco preparing to leave and waited outside of his door.

This was the first time that he'd exited his room since he'd spoken to the Dark Lord when he'd arrived home. He'd spent most of his time asleep, not wanting to deal with the reality of the situation. The first time he'd closed his eyes, he couldn't sleep. The image of Dumbledore's body going over the bars of the balcony was too clear. Too vivid. So he spent much of that night awake, staring at the wall. Around two, in the morning he'd gotten the idea to undress and changing into sleeping attire, maybe that would help him sleep. It wasn't until he reached into his pocket and felt something in his pocket, deep in his pocket An expansion charm. He pulled out several vials of a potion as well as a note and sat them on his bed. The note was short and in Adrienne's swirly, girly handwriting. Brewed these for you. I hope they help. I hope you use them. - Adrienne. They were sleeping potions. Suddenly he was very thankful for Adrienne. He changed quickly and down a vial in record time. He was out like a light in seconds. The next time he woke up, there was food on a tray next to his bed and it was two days later. Adrienne knew he well. He'd repeated the process twice, sleeping for two days the first time and three days the second time. Now it was six days later and he was going to meet Adrienne at the train. Weather it was a good idea or not.

"Thank you, father," Draco said as he breezed pass his father.

"Draco," his father called to him as he started down the stairs.

Draco turned to see his father. Lucius Malfoy was looking old. His platinum blond hair was graying, or at least darkening, and matted and his light eyes were dark. His pale skin, if it was possible was even paler than it had been before. Lucius was looking unkempt and sloppy. It wasn't until then that Draco realized the importance of the death of Albus Dumbledore to his family. He knew that if he didn't kill Dumbledore, he would face death, as would his family. That he'd known since day one. However, he never realized how much his families reputation was riding on him completing that one task. There would be no more Malfoy family if hadn't completed his task. His entire family would be wiped out. The Malfoy family would not only have fallen in stature, but they would have ceased to exist.

"Yes, father?" Draco questioned.

"Where do you think that you are going?"

"To get Adrienne," Draco said curtly. The young Malfoy then started down the stairs quickly, so that his father could say nothing about his leaving.

The train was moving obscenely slow taking the students home. Adrienne had located an empty compartment, where she planned on spending the train ride alone. However, several brave girls had located her and questioned her on the whereabouts of Draco and Professor Snape. However, as Adrienne sat quietly the girls lost their courage and left the compartment quickly. Those questions really irritated her. Not because they asked the same question in several different ways, but because they only enforced something that she didn't want to have enforced in her thought process. She didn't know where Draco was. She didn't know how she was. She didn't even know if he was still alive. She was as in the dark as they were. And that was the worst part.

Not knowing.

Not being able to find out.

Being kept in the dark.

She hated it. She felt blind all the time. She was always in the know and now she knew nothing. It was maddening.

"Adrienne," her brother called to her as he leaded against her compartment door. "You alright?"

"Yes," she said as she looked out at the slowly moving hills. "Yes."

"We're almost there," he voiced.

"Are we? I feel like we haven't moved at all," she said through a laugh.

Blaise flashed her a smile and stepped back out of the compartment. "I'll leave you to your thoughts, then, dear sister." Adrienne nodded, however she felt her brother's presence lingering. In the window, he saw her lift her eyebrow. "Melanie wants to know, we all do really, how long this is going to last. We all, Melanie mostly," Adrienne looked over her shoulder at her brother, "Fine, me mostly. I miss my sister," he voiced quietly. "We're only down the corridor a bit if you want to talk to us," he told her. "We are here for you, Adrienne."

She watched in the window as her brother left the compartment and let the door close behind him. She leaned back against the seat and sighed. The scenery around her was starting to become familiar.

They were nearing London.

Nearing home.

And hopefully, nearing Draco.