Aloha, readers! I know that I haven't updated for a while...I'm a busy bee! Plus, I've been working on Pureblood. So...I am thinking that you all are going to like this chapter, since it is very Dramione-y. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling!

CHAPTER 11 (I love 11!) !

WARNING: This chapter is SUUUPPPPEEERRRRR short...but I am writing the next chapter today, too!

The winds whirled around Hermione, and she took a deep breath as she Apparated to nowhere-in-particular. She felt Draco's grip around her; she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about all of this yet. The bookworm struggled, though, to not think of a location. She couldn't help but think of all these different wonderful places.

Luckily, Hermione got through it without thinking of a distinct place strong enough to actually go there. She could only hope that Draco did the same thing; who knows where he would think of. Let's just say that Hermione was worried about ending up in a mansion that people were killed in.

The couple soon felt their feet touch to the ground. Wood planks, actually. Hermione opened her eyes and couldn't help but squeal. Draco opened his eyes, his arm still around Hermione, and couldn't help but smile at her excitement.

The two had ended up in a treehouse, out in the middle of a forest. It was spacious, actually. It had a large area for sitting or playing games or whatever, and it had a small bathroom and kitchen hooked off of that. It was very cute, with lots of windows to see the view.

Hermione started to walk around, but then realized something. She was here with Draco. Draco Malfoy. And she really needed an explanation for what had happened only one hour ago. What was going on with Draco.

"Draco?" Hermione asked, sitting down on the small loveseat in the main area of the treehouse.

"Uh-huh?" He looked up, having been running his hands on the spines of all of the books on the large bookcase.

Hey, he likes books! Gotta love a guy who likes books. Hermione's mind smirked. She ignored it.

"Could you...uh...tell me about this morning?" Hermione bit her lip.

Draco turned around from the bookshelf, and smiled. "Oh, yeah. What do you want to know?"

"Um...everything?" Hermione shrugged.

"I'm going to have to sit down then." Draco smiled, and squeezed in next to Hermione on the loveseat. "Well, I...I kind of like you, Hermione. I know that you probably think I'm crazy, so I should probably just shut up. But you are like...you're so gorgeous...and, God, every time I look at you my mind just won't be quiet. I know that I was really mean to you in school, but that was my dad. He threatened to torture my mom if I didn't leave a "Voldemort-imprint" on the school. I had to become a Death Eater. I didn't want to, but I had to. It was really hard growing up, but thank goodness my dad was killed in the war. I actually jumped up and down when I saw him die. So anyways, then I finished school...well kind of. See, I really didn't want to be a Death Eater, I didn't want to do the things I did, and I wanted to be like you. You and Potty and Weasel. The good ones, who parents wanted their kids to be like, not the ones parents wanted to keep their children away from. Then I finished school, went through the War, and then came to this show. Blaise and Weaselette fell in love, are pregnant...and maybe that got me hooked onto you. I don't know. And then we were in the prairie yard and you leaned into me and I gave you my sweatshirt...and it just happened. I kissed you, and it was really stupid, I know. Please forgive me. And now you have to spend the whole day with me...I am so sorry Hermione. I hate myself for what I did to you. I love you though, I always have. Ever since we first met on the Hogwarts Express and you wanted Neville's frog..." Draco was in tears. "I love you, Hermione Granger. I love you."