The first part of this chapter will follow Draco and how he's feeling atm, then the second part will follow Hermione again.

Slightly longer chapter this time. Will Draco and Hermione get together or is it a lost cause?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Enjoy. :)

Draco

Draco knew Hermione had Apparated, he recognised the familiar Crack from anywhere. Great, just great He thought. She's run away, again. Smooth. He looked around the deserted lobby and slowly made his way back towards his room. It wasn't the same without Hermione, the hotel seemed greyer, and he was surrounded by Muggles in the middle of a country he barely knew. He could try and find her, but then again, she could be anywhere. Why do I care anyway? I don't like her like that.

Reaching his room, he flopped down on his bed, closed his eyes and remembered back to the incident in the lift. She had pulled him in, and her hand lingered on his shirt, he could smell her perfume, could see her looking into his eyes. She should hate me, after what I called her. After all the trouble I got her, Potter and Weasley in. He wondered whether or not she felt the electric current that passed through them just a few hours before. Why did she run anyway? Unless, she did like him as more.

He smiled at the thought, and wondered what his parents, and ex friends would think if he got with a muggleborn. His parents hated him anyway seeing as he chose good over evil. They had disowned him after that, and chucked him out the manor. His friends had ditched him, wanting nothing more to do with a traitor. So now, here he was. In America, with Granger. He was worried, where had she gone? Will she come back? He decided that if she wasn't back in the morning he'd go looking for her, and with Hermione clearly taking up all his thoughts, he sunk into a restless sleep.

He woke up again a few hours later, Was she back yet? Deciding that he didn't want to leave it like this, he got out of bed and made his way over to the dressing table. Pulling open the drawer he saw a pad of paper, and a pen. He decided to write Hermione a note, telling her how he felt. He hesitated, feeling slightly embarressed. I've never written a note to a girl before. What do I say? It took him several attempts to get the words out properly. Satisfied, he got up and walked to Hermiones room, sliding the note underneath the door. He placed his ear against the door, but the room was silent. Upset and annoyed, he slowly made his way back into his room, got into bed and fell asleep.

Hermione

Hermione arrived at the burrow just after Midnight, she landed in the familiar cornfield. Looking up at the house, she smiled. She didn't realise how much she missed the place, until now. Lights were on in the down stair's windows. She could see Mrs Weasley bustling about, and Fred or George (she could never tell them apart) was talking to her. Hermione made her way over to the door, hesitated, and knocked gently. Whilst she waited, she looked around the garden, it was still damaged from the war. She heard a creak behind her, and turned back to see Mrs Weasley looking through a slit in the door. She saw it was Hermione and her face broke into a smile.

"Hermione dear, come in come in. Aren't you meant to be in America still?" She asked, opening the door and standing to one side to allow Hermione to enter.

"I needed to see Harry and Ron, are they here?" Hermione asked timidly, looking around the room. It was just as cosy as she remembered it and she sunk gratefully into one of the squishy armchairs.

"They're just upstairs dear, I'll call them. Do you want a drink?"

"Just a hot chocolate please" Hermione smiled.

She felt at home here, she always did. Ron and Harry came into the living room and sat on the sofa opposite Hermione, they looked at her warily, wondering why she was back so soon, and also why she was alone.

Hermione still felt awkward around Ron, especially after their argument. She was grateful Mrs Weasley didn't hold a grudge and still allowed her into the house. She noticed Harry was looking at her, waiting for her to speak.

"Is everything ok, Hermione?" He asked, accepting a drink from Mrs Weasley.

"Everything's fine, I just - Missed you both" She lied, sipping her drink and looking around the room to avoid their eye contact.

"Where's Malfoy?" Harry asked

"Still in America" and without warning she burst into tears. Harry got up and sat on the arm of the chair, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"What's happened?" he urged, slowly rubbing her back, whilst Ron went and got a box of tissues. He returned shortly and placed them on her lap.

"I think I'm falling for him, and he doesn't like me back" Hermione sobbed, pulling a tissue out and blowing her nose.

Ron looked disgusted "You're falling for Malfoy?" he growled.

"I can't help it - I don't want to like him - " but she broke off, more tears falling down her face. Harry and Ron exchanged looks.

It took a while for them to get Hermione to calm down, and once she did she told them about the lift and pool incident. They told her not worry about it, and that he was afterall a Malfoy and then told her about what was going on at home, and how much they missed her.

"Are you going to go back" Harry asked

"Yes, I should be used to Malfoy by now, I'm not letting him ruin this for me" She sniffed.

She got up, hugged Harry and Ron and apparated back to Las Vegas.

Coming out of the ladies toilets, she made her way towards the lifts, and back into her room.

Underneath her door was a note, she walked over to her bed, flicked on the light, got undressed and climbed into bed. She carefully unfolded the note and saw with a jolt that it was from Draco.

Dear Hermione,

I am, so sorry, about tonight. Well, sorry for the last few days. You have been nothing but nice to me, and I threw it back in your face. It's hard to understand my feelings, and try to forget the last 7 years. We used to be enemies and now, what are we?

I would like to make it up to you, if you will let me? Lets go into town tomorrow night, We can go for a meal and talk about this.

Please let me know tomorrow, and I hope you come back soon. It's not the same without you here (I bet you didn't expect me to be saying that)

Draco Malfoy

P.S You looked Beautiful tonight, as always.

She smiled, she couldn't help it. Her head told her she was stupid, and to remember the pool incident, but her heart purred in approval. Placing the note carefully on the bedside table, she flicked out the light and fell asleep.

oOo

Early the next morning Hermione woke up to find Draco sat in the chair by the window, watching her. She quickly pulled the covers up around her and sat up. He smirked, got up and walked over to the bed. Sitting next to her he smiled.

"Morning" He said. Noticing her confusion he added "Your door was unlocked"

Hermione looked embarrassed, why is he in my room? She thought. He was wearing fresh clothes but looked tired and pale. He caught her looking "I didn't get much sleep last night"

"Oh" Hermione replied, she noticed he had a small box in his hand, and wondered what it was.

"This is for you," Draco whispered "To wear tonight, if you come out with me, that is" he murmured, looking nervous for the first time.

Hermione took the box and gently prised it open. Inside was a long, silver chain. Each segment had a diamond wrapped in silver, and in the middle was a little diamond incrusted "H".

"To apologise" Draco said, watching her cautiously.

Hermione could feel the tears rising up inside of her, and looked out towards the window, she knew Draco had noticed though.

"Thank- Thank you" she stammered, pulling the necklace gently from the box and letting it run through her fingers.

"May I?" He asked, holding his hand out for the necklace, so that he could put it on her.

"Su-sure" She gently handed him the chain. He lifted up her hair and put it over her left shoulder, then carefully put the necklace on her, before placing her hair back. He sat back and watched as the diamonds glistened in the sunlight.

Hermione stood up and stumbled towards the mirror. The necklace gleamed back at her, each of the diamonds acted like a miniature Sun. She smiled and turned back towards Draco.

"It's gorgeous, Thank you"

He got up and walked over to her, gently putting his hand against her cheek.

"Just like you" he whispered.

He licked his lips and moved towards Hermione, their lips met and the electric current between them intensified. She wrapped one hand around his waist and the other through his hair. She kissed him back with such passion that he was momentarily surprised. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her back with the same ferocity.

They slowly broke apart, "Am I forgiven?" Draco asked tenderly.

And that's where I'm leaving it for now hehe :) Hope you're enjoying it.