A/N: So this is the last chapter. -insert sad face here- As far as writing them in their seventh year, I probably will. I have no will power and I love Dradrienne, that's their ship names that I came up with just now, to death. It might not be up for a few weeks, just because I want to make some progress on my other Harry Potter story, Perfect. But be on the lookout for the sequel. Also, I just want to thank you all for reading and reviewing and loving on my story. So thank you all! -hands out cookies-

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.

Adrienne felt like the train couldn't stop soon enough. She felt like they were in London for days before the train came to a complete stop. However, before the train had made a complete stop, she was out of her compartment and headed toward the nearest exit on the train. She pushed her way through the sea of first years, excited to go see their parents and tell them about the year that they'd experienced. Once the train stopped, she waited for the conductor to open the door. He wasn't doing his job fast enough. In fact, when he unlatched the door that Adrienne was standing behind, she had her wand in her hand. She pocketed it quickly and was off the train in a heartbeat.

She wasn't looking for her parents like the other kids were. She wasn't looking to run into her mom's arms and cry about the death of the Headmaster. She wasn't looking for her friends to put the final touches on their summer plans. She wasn't looking for any of that. She was looking for platinum blonde hair. She was looking for the cold grey eyes, that she'd grown so used to looking into. Her brown eyes darted around the platform scanning the area for the hair color she wanted. However, she didn't see it.

There was a hand on her shoulder and she turned around quickly, hoping that she would meet the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy, but instead she was greeted by the dark ones of her brother. Blaise knew that she was looking for Draco. However, their mother was waving them over. Adrienne looked around the platform once more, hoping to see Draco, but no luck. It wasn't until then that she started to accept what she hadn't wanted to accept. The Dark Lord had killed Draco. Draco hadn't killed Dumbledore, someone else, probably Snape, had. Draco failed him and The Dark Lord killed him because of it. Her stomach dropped and she felt dizzy as Blaise guided her toward their mother. By the time she reached her mother, she had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and palms. She greeted her mother distantly. Her brown eyes still franticly scanning the platform. Where was he?

"Adrienne," she heard her mother call to her. Adrienne's brown eyes snapped towards her mother. "Are you feeling alright, you look a little distracted."

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied before her eyes started to scan the platform again.

"You don't see fine," her mother said as she reached out to touch her forehead. "You're feeling a little warm, Adrienne." Blaise reached out to touch his sister's forehead and nodded. She was feeling a little warm.

If Adrienne wasn't so busy hiding from the rest of the student body for the past week, she might have gone to Madam Pomfrey to seek treatment for whatever illness was coming upon her. However, she had decided that it was best to just lay in bed and hopefully all of the rest would help her body fight off the sickness. However, that hadn't been the case. Whatever illness was coming over her had not gotten any worse since the end of last week, but it hadn't gotten any better. Now that she was up and moving around, not to mention incredibly anxious, her body wasn't able to fight it off and was slow giving into the sickness. She'd had felt warm all day, which was why she had her forehead pressed to the window pane when Blaise was talking to her. She'd just put it off on how anxious she was.

"Adrienne, we should get you home," Blaise said to her breaking her thousandth scan of the platform.

The crown was beginning to thin out and it was becoming easier to see. There were some sighting of blond hair in the crowd, but they weren't the right color, and if they were the right color they didn't carry themselves the way that Draco would. It was becoming all the more clear to her that Draco may not be coming. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was no longer alive. That realization shattered her heart. Her world. It's odd how she never realized how attached she was to him until there was a possibility of him being dead. He couldn't be gone. He was sixteen. His birthday was next week. He was too young to die.

"Adrienne," her mother tried.

Adrienne had to admit defeat. She had to admit that he wasn't coming. He would have been here by now. She sighed and nodded as she lifted her satchel further up on her shoulder. He wasn't coming. She started towards the platform exit. As she stood before the exit, she fought the urge to look back. She knew that he was not on the platform and looking back would only cause her further hurt and disappointment. He wasn't coming. She was going to have to go to his funeral. She was going to have to speak. Merlin, what would she say? What was there to say except for-

"Sorry, I'm late."

The words pulled her out of her morbid thoughts so quickly that she thought that they had not been spoken. She looked up to be greeted by the light grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. His eyes were tired, but there were no bags under his eyes so she knew that he'd been sleeping. A good sign. There was no smile on his lips, nothing that said that he was happy to see her. At least not to a passerby. There were a tiny sparkle in his eye, that only Adrienne would catch. As much as she wanted to match his cold façade, she just wasn't able to. She dropped her satchel to the ground and hand her arms around his neck before he could say anything against it. Draco stood with his hands at his side for a moment, but then brought them up to her waist to return her embrace.

"I missed you," Adrienne confessed quietly.

Draco was quiet for a moment, before he squeezed her waist a bit and replied, "And I you."

With her anxiety gone, Adrienne was finally starting to feel the full effects of her oncoming sickness. She was no longer running on adrenaline, she was running on empty. Her head was starting to pound. She just noticed that her arms were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her body ached, an she found that she was relying heavily on Draco to keep her standing. She was dizzy. Her chest hurt.

"Adrienne," Draco called to her, his voice laced with subtle concern. "Adrienne."

"The young Ms. Zabini will be just fine," the Doctor assured after he exited Adrienne's room. "She's got a moderate case flu, I've given her a potion and left two more, and she will be fine by tomorrow afternoon," he said. "If she is still feeling ill, send an owl my way."

"Thank you, sir," Blaise said as he handed the man a small sack of galleons. "A little extra for the immediate response."

"Thank you, Mr. Zabini, but Mr. Malfoy has already paid me." the Doctor replied before handing the sack back and apparating out of the room.

Blaise peeked into his sister's room through the cracked door. and saw Malfoy sitting on her bed, his back pressed against the pillows, and Adrienne tucked against his side. His fingers her easily sliding through her dark hair as she slept next to him. Clearly an intimate moment, between the two her stepped back and closed the door completely. Blaise didn't really know what to think of the sight. Blaise had always looked out for Adrienne, she was his sister that's what he was supposed to do. Now, Draco was there. Watching over his little sister. Protecting her. Blaise bristled at the thought. He knew that Adrienne would always be his to protect and one day he was going to have to share that duty with some other man, but he never assumed that he would have to share that duty with someone he'd known for some long or so soon in her young life. He had never seen a tender bone in Draco's body until he was told he had to marry Adrienne. Maybe it was Adrienne worming her way into his heart, softening him up. Or maybe Draco just needed a person with whom he could show that side to. When he heard that she and Draco were to be married, there was no way to describe the anger and betrayal he felt towards Draco. Blaise knew that there was nothing that either one of them could do about the betrothal, aside from one of them dying, but he was still furious with Draco when he told him. Yet, he found himself praising Draco on his courage for telling him instead of Adrienne having to tell him. For some reason, Draco bring the news of their betrothal to him placed Draco in a slightly better light.

Although he was still less than pleased about his sister's betrothal to Draco, if she had to be betrothed to someone, he was glad that it was Draco.

"You're brother's gone," Draco told her quietly. He wasn't quite sure if she had fallen asleep while she was waiting for Blaise to leave. "Adrienne?"

"Hmm?" she hummed sleepily.

"Did I wake you?" he questioned, displeased with himself about having woken her. She shook her head, but he knew that he had. "Go back to sleep, Adrienne."

For a moment, Adrienne debated on doing just that, but the decided against it. "No, it's fine." They were silent for a moment, as Adrienne tried to think of a way to formulate the question that she and the rest of the school were dying to know the answer to. "Did-"

"No," he said quickly. He knew her question and he wasn't going to lie to her. He also anticipated her follow-up question. "Snape did."

Adrienne was quiet as she twisted a strand of her hair around her finger. She'd known that Draco hadn't done it. No matter how much she wanted to believe that he had been able to find the strength to kill Dumbledore, she'd always known that he wasn't going to be able to do it. She'd known since he grabbed her wrists that night and yelled at her. That reaction wouldn't have come from someone with confidence in what there were about to have to do. That was when she knew that he wasn't going to be able to finish the job.

"And The Dark Lord?"

"Is satisfied," Draco finished for her. Adrienne yawned, struggling to keep her eyes open. The potion the Doctor gave her was making her sleepy. "Sleep, Adrienne."

"Will you -?"

"I'll be here," he assured.

That was all the reassurance that Adrienne needed. She settled back into the position that she'd been in previously. Her hands grabbing onto his shirt, in hopes that he would keep his promise and stay. Draco leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, again reassuring her that he would indeed be there. Not out of obligation by their betrothal, but because he, Draco Malfoy, elected to be there.

People always tend to categorize Slytherins as cold, unfeeling beings. Those people have clearly never been a Slytherin. Yes, the vast majority of Slytherins are cold. However, to say that they are unfeeling is an insult. Slytherins feel. They have emotions. Draco Malfoy clearly hates Harry Potter. Hate is an emotion. A common one amongst Slytherins. Draco Malfoy also loves Adrienne Zabini so much that it hurts. Love is an emotion. An uncommon one amongst Slytherins.

Most people that are placed in arranged marriages are unhappy from the day that they getter their spouse until they die. Some would say that Draco and Adrienne were lucky to have fallen in love. It might have been the situation that brought them closer together. The fact that Draco was struggling with a task that he always knew he wasn't going to be able to compete, might have been what caused them to fall in love. Or maybe Adrienne and Draco were just meant to be.