A/N : So here we go. Hopefully, everyone read the RIGHT first chapter (glares evilly at ffnet) this time and are all caught up on the story now. But if you haven't, or you're not sure if you read the right one before, go back now and read the first chapter. I really, really hope that nothing like this happens again, and I'm thankful for the reviews I got from those of you after my ranting A/N chapter, lol. Thanks guys! In order to fix the travesty of a problem I had with chapters and such, I had to delete the old story (just here on ffnet) and create a new one, so I lost all your lovely reviews, sorry! I really couldn't figure out a better way to do it. And thanks to everyone who is sticking with me on this...I never imagined it would be so complicated!

Draco received an owl from Hermione that night, saying that she was tired and wanted to go to bed early and she would see him the next day.

He sighed, wondering if she was upset that he hadn't even bothered to ask if she wanted him to go with her the previous afternoon. He hoped she wasn't angry, and he almost thought of Apparating over to her apartment to apologize.

In the end, he decided to plan something nice for her the next day. At least he could make it up to her.

Hermione woke the next morning as the sunlight streamed through her window. She yawned and stretched, feeling as if she could have slept for a few more hours, at least, and was about to turn over and do just that when she noticed there was something strange about the bedclothes.

Her eyes shot open and she gasped when she looked around. Rose petals were scattered all over her bed, red and white and pink, and also strewn over her carpet and every flat surface in her bedroom.

"What in the world?" she breathed. Her eyes fell on her bedside table, where a single yellow rose stood in a crystal vase, with a card beside it bearing her name. She caught it up and opened it quickly.

I'm sorry that I didn't go with you yesterday.

Let me make it up to you today.

Draco

Hermione couldn't help the grin that was creeping over her face. He thought she was upset for him not coming with her yesterday? How sweet; but of course she wasn't upset with him. After all, hadn't she insisted that she go by herself? If he wanted to make it up to her, though, who was she to stop him?

She slipped out of bed, wondering what he had in store for her. What should she do now? The note hadn't said anything about what they were doing, or even where to meet him. Shrugging, she decided to get dressed; wherever they were going, she was pretty sure it wouldn't be appropriate to wear her pajamas.

Ten minutes later, she was dressed and ready, standing in the middle of her living room. What next? Then she spotted another note sitting on the coffee table; a note that definitely had not been there a few seconds before. She picked it up and opened it. It read:

Downstairs.

Hermione laughed. Shrugging her shoulders, she headed out the door. When she reached the lobby of her apartment building, she was immediately hailed by the doorman, who pointed outside with a sly grin.

When she walked out the glass double doors, she had to laugh again. A black Muggle stretch limousine was parked in front of her building, and a young man in uniform stood at attention beside the back door. Hermione wondered if he was a wizard or a Muggle. She didn't have to wonder long.

"Nice day, eh, Miss? Powerful lot of people dressed up for the fair, aren't there? In you go, that's right, watch yer head, m'um," he said as he helped her into the backseat. His expression was one of dazed contentment, and she knew that his memory had been modified. She didn't really know how she felt about that. She wondered whose idea it was to alter the poor boy's memory in the first place.

When she had seated herself in the spacious backseat of the limousine, she glanced around. Fortunately, no charms had been placed on the interior of the car; she rather felt as if it would have been going a bit too far if there had been. On the seat across from her was another note.

I hope you haven't had breakfast yet.

Hermione almost growled at it. If she had to read one more note that told her basically nothing, she was going to scream. But she sighed and rolled her eyes and settled back on the comfortable leather seat. She could get used to this.

A few minutes later, the car stopped, and Hermione looked out the window to see where they were. It was a small café, totally unimpressive and actually sort of dilapidated-looking, if she was completely honest with herself. She glanced up at the dark window that separated her from the driver. Was this the right place?

As if on cue, the driver let the window down and looked back over his shoulder.

"'Ere we are, Miss, though I can't imagine why the gentleman wanted you to come to this place," he called to her. Hermione's mouth fell open slightly. Was she supposed to just get out and go in there by herself?

The door handle clicked from behind her and she spun around in her seat, her hand flying to her wand, preparing to defend herself and the driver if need be. The door swung open.

"Are you always this friendly?"

Hermione let out a long, deep sigh with a growl at the end of it.

"Draco! You scared me! What in the world are you doing?" she snapped. Draco chuckled and held out his hand.

"Offering to help you out of the car," he replied with a dazzlingly perfect smile. Hermione took his hand and stepped onto the sidewalk.

"Wait," she said suddenly, and she stuck her head back in the door.

"Thank you," she said politely to the driver. He tipped his hat to her and grinned. Then she straightened up and took Draco's hand again. "Now we can go."

"That was nice of you," he said, with a touch of sarcasm.

"Did you modify his memory?" she asked sharply, and Draco rolled his eyes. "I'll take that as a yes," she added grumpily.

"Don't be that way, love," he replied, tilting her chin up with his index finger, which she batted away. "Don't you want the rest of your surprise?"

"I guess," she grumbled, "but you know I don't like surprises. Where are we, anyway?" she asked suddenly, looking up at the shabby-looking café again. They were now standing in the doorway.

"Someplace special," he replied enigmatically.

They walked through the doorway, seemingly into the dusty interior of the café. As they passed through however, it disappeared completely and they were standing in the lobby of a very lavish hotel. She looked at Draco, surprise evident on her face, and he smirked.

"Welcome to the Enchanted," he said, gesturing around them grandly, apparently enjoying her expression hugely; his own face was adorned with his characteristic smirk. Then he offered her his arm and led her through the lobby, past the main desk, where the manager smiled and bowed slightly, and through a set of large, ornate double doors.

The restaurant they entered into was so beautiful that Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, which was painted with scenes of angels and clouds that kept moving around; the chubby little cherubs were whispering among themselves about the various guests. The tables were covered in white linen and set with golden and crystal dinnerware.

Draco led her to a table that had obviously been prepared especially for them. A waiter stood beside it, ready and waiting to serve them. Draco pulled out a chair for Hermione, and she sat. He pushed it under for her and then seated himself across the table.

"Do you like your surprise?" he asked her when they had ordered their breakfast. Hermione grinned at him.

"It's all very nice, but - I mean, what's the special occasion?" she asked curiously. Draco shrugged.

"It's Sunday," he replied simply. Hermione giggled. She supposed that this was the Draco Malfoy equivalent of breakfast-in-bed.

"Thank you," she said sincerely, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. He laced their fingers together.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you," he replied, and when their eyes met again, all his charm and the showiness that tended to come out in him melted away, and he was simply Draco. She loved him best when he was just Draco.

"I love you."

"That's good, because I love you, too," he replied, leaning across the table to show her just how much.

A/N 2 : Ugh. I'm not much for fluffiness. This isn't my favorite chapter that I've ever written, but I hope (actually I'm banking on the fact) that you didn't mind too much. All the butterflies and unicorns and fluffy clouds…:suppresses a shudder:

I think that it just bothers me to have a chapter full of - ugh - happiness without any conflict to temper it and make it real. Those of you who know me pretty well will understand what I mean. And I'm not leaving them alone for long. But for now, they're happy, and I hope you guys will be, too! :D