Author's Note: Bloody idiot. (Enjoy and Review!)

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Chapter 20

"Draco! Draco it's me! Wake up!"

Draco opened his eyes and saw two purple eyes staring back.

"What time is it?"

"It's a little past four," she whispered.

"You woke me up at four in the morning because…?"

"Just shut up and change already!" she pulled him up, threw his clothes on his bed, and began to undress him.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" he pushed her and turned around.

"We don't have much time," she folded the shirt he just handed her. "Hurry!"

"Alright, alright," he reached for his trousers. "Turn around."

Zabrina did so.

"Okay I'm done," he said.

Zabrina grabbed his wrist and Apparated.

They arrived at an empty beach. The waves were gently brushing the sand, and the sky was glowing a hundred shades of orange, pink, and blue. He stared at the rising sun, speechless.

"Since your parents ruined my plan by throwing a surprise birthday party for you at midnight," she looked at Draco, who now looked back at her, "I had to think of an alternative within the few hours," she looked at the sun, which was half visible. "Do you like it?"

Draco didn't say anything.

"Oh yeah, and here's your present," she gave him a small box, wrapped in lime-green paper, and sealed with an emerald-green ribbon.

He opened the box and saw a locket inside. He opened it and saw a picture of her on one side, and him on the other.

"I really didn't have a lot of options," she said.

Draco didn't say anything.

"Are you just gonna stand there and let me do all the talking like a-"

Draco pulled her arm and wrapped his around her. He held her tightly, and she slowly locked her hands behind his back.

"Thank you, Zabrina," he finally said.

"Well finally you talk."

He held her arms and stepped back so he could see her face. Her deep purple eyes met his, and he wished time would stop at that moment.

"I'm serious Zabrina. I don't say these words that often so-"

"I know Draco," she smiled. "I know."

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Zabrina stayed at Malfoy Manor at the summer, just as planned. Although Lucius was imprisoned in Azkaban, Narcissa, Draco's mother, offered the place as headquarters. Zabrina usually spent her time with Draco, who never left her alone in the first place.

Voldemort burned the Dark Mark on Zabrina and Draco, a sign that they were now Death Eaters. He assigned an impossible mission to Draco: to kill Dumbledore. Zabrina knew this was his way of punishing Lucius, and decided to help Draco as much as possible.

"So," Draco clapped his hands and sat next to Zabrina. "Does your arm still hurt?"

"No," she touched the Mark on her left arm.

"Well good for you, because mine is burning as f-" he stopped when he saw her lower her head and sigh. "Hey," his voice became quieter "you alright?"

"Are you?"

Draco wrapped one arm around her. "Well, no."

Apparently, the whole Wizarding World now knew about Voldemort's return. No one was "alright"; Zabrina knew that and so did Draco.

Snape came in and saw Zabrina in Draco's arms.

"I apologize for interrupting your…union," Snape snarled, "but you two have a train to catch, and I do not wish to make two of my students the center of attention like Potter and Weasley did in their second year."

Draco smirked and moved Zabrina's head so he could see her eyes. "Come on. You'll ride with me this time, right?"

"Yeah," Zabrina half-smiled.

"Good. We'll be inseparable this year," he locked his right arm with Zabrina's left, and helped her stand up. "We'll be better than Blaise and Greengrass."

Zabrina laughed and followed him.

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"Aren't you coming, Draco?" Parkinson asked.

"You go first. I'll follow in a minute."

Zabrina followed Blaise out of the train. After a couple minutes, Draco came out.

"What did you do?" Blaise asked.

"Nothing," Draco said. "I thought I left something in there."

"Okay then," Blaise turned around.

Zabrina held Draco's arm. "What did you do?"

"You heard me. I was-"

"You're terrible at lying. Now really, what did you do?"

"It's nothing. Trust me," Draco dragged Zabrina onto one of the carriages.

Harry came in late with a bloody nose. Zabrina looked at Draco.

"What?"

"You call that nothing?"

"Hey, I never said I did that to Potter," Draco said as he stuffed another wing into his mouth.

"You did that to Potter?" Parkinson laughed.

"I-"

Zabrina left the table and sat next to Violet. Violet, also aware of Zabrina's family, moved a little so Zabrina could sit comfortably.

"How was your summer?"

"My parents moved to another country, hoping that it would keep them safe from You-Know-Who," Violet said. "They wanted me to come as well, but I wanted to stay here."

"You really shouldn't have."

"And miss all the fun? Please, I'd rather put up with Umbridge for another year."

Zabrina laughed.

"So you're with Malfoy now?"

"I guess so," Zabrina said. "Unless he's going to act like that again. I'll kill the fool."

Violet smiled. "Great. I'll make sure to buy my black dress."

After the feast, the other students went to their dorms or Common Room. Zabrina followed, changed, and went down to sleep. She found Draco sitting on the couch as if nothing happened.

"I'll bloody-"

"Zabrina, let me explain. Potter was eavesdropping on us."

"That doesn't mean you should give him a bloody nose!"

"Hey, he could've found out that we were…you know…"

"Marked?"

"Yes! You know exactly the reason why I did that to him, and yet you're still mad at me?"

"Draco, don't talk to me," she said as she lay on the couch.

"Okay then," Draco said. "I'm going to leave now, with the lights off."

"Then go," Zabrina said and she turned her back to him.

Draco really did turn off the lights, and she heard him walk up the stairs. He really did leave her this time. Zabrina didn't try to turn them on. She wanted to at least try to overcome this bothersome phobia. She closed her eyes tightly, and tried to think of all of her happy memories. She finally fell asleep while she thought about her Christmases, with and without her dad.

She found Draco sleeping behind the couch the next morning.

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"Professor, why didn't You-Know-Who die when he failed to kill Harry?"

"Ah," Dumbledore turned around and sat on his chair once more "That is an excellent question." He took out his almost dead hand, with a ring on it.

"He made Horcruxes. He split his soul and placed them in objects." He lifted his hand, palm facing him. "This is one of them, and I am trying to destroy it, although my hand is a sacrifice."

"How can I help to destroy them?" she asked eagerly.

"Do know that I will inform Harry about these Horcruxes, and he will destroy the rest of them."

"What do I do until then? How can I protect Harry when I haven't done so in the past years?"

"You are protecting him, Zabrina. Why else do you think he hasn't died all this time?" he smiled. "Outward appearance is not always the answer. Until then, you can help Draco in his time of need for you." He winked "I am aware of your relationship and heard from other Professors that you two are inseparable."

Zabrina blushed.

"If there's one thing You-Know-Who doesn't have, it's the ability to love, or know love, or understand love," Dumbledore said sadly. "I don't know what happened between him and your mother, maybe he has forgotten it."

"There's no need to pity him," Zabrina stood up. "He knows how to love. He's just too arrogant to admit it, even if it becomes a fatal flaw." Dumbledore looked aghast. "The day he admits he learned to love is the day he will die."

Dumbledore led her back to the Slytherin Common Room without saying a word.

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Zabrina found Draco waiting for her when she entered the room.

"Are you staying at my house for Christmas Break?"

"Well of course I will, where else would I go?"

"I guess we'll spend another Christmas together."

"I guess."

"You really should be honored, Zabrina. Spending-"

"Oh yes, I truly am," Zabrina said as she bowed down.

"That's more like it," Draco gave her a satisfactory nod.

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"How are you going to, you know, do your mission?"

Draco paused. "I don't know."

"We still have some time, Draco. Think about some ideas, and we'll discuss it later."

"Okay," Draco sighed. "You going to sleep now?"

"Yes," Zabrina lay down. "Goodnight."

Draco took off his jacket and placed it on Zabrina. "Just because you're the Dark Lord's daughter doesn't mean you should allow yourself to become sick all the time."

"Are you going to turn off the lights when you leave?"

"No, I'll stay here this time," Draco said as he turned off the lights.

"Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Well then, you try sleeping on this bloody floor," Draco said and sat down. "This feels luxurious."

"It's really alright. I slept without you and the lights once."

"Yes, once. Once."

"Then I can do it again," Zabrina laughed and grabbed Draco's hand.

"You don't want me to leave, anyways."

"No, I want you to go."

"Really?"

"Well who knows," Zabrina laughed. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

"You bloody-"

"Goodnight, Draco."

Draco sighed. "Goodnight, you bloody idiot."