A/N: Here it is the well anticipated chapter 11. (YAY cake all around) I know I suck at keeping up with the demands but whateves. Thanks for keeping up with me all this time. And I hope you enjoy it =]

Kiss me gently, always I know, Hold me, Love me, Don't ever let go…

~Avril Lavigne

Chapter 11

After breakfast, Draco and Liz went out into the field. It was the most beautiful sight Draco had ever seen. The rolling mountains in the background, the trees all different colors all around, and the green grass, (it hadn't changed yet). Liz was in her little black dress for her mom's funeral, but she still had another hour or two before it actually started.

"This is so…"said Draco, searching for the best word to say.

"Wonderful?" Liz filled in, monotonously.

"Yes, I suppose that will work," said the bewildered Draco.

"It sure does, I haven't been here for a while, I just like to breath in the air," said Liz, taking a deep breath. In the distance a gun was fired, releasing a flock of birds from the trees. Draco and Liz watched them fly away in harmony.

"I wonder what it is like to fly," asked Liz, rhetorically.

"Do you want to find out?" asked Draco, his voice humming in her ear. Before she could answer Draco swept her up into the air, and on to his shoulder. She opened her arms and felt the breeze go through her. Then Draco started to walk. It wasn't exactly flight, but it was good enough for Liz. Once she had her fill, she twirled down into Draco's arms. She looked up to him, his eyes clear and deep. Then she put her hands on his white face and kissed him.

"Liz!" yelled Nana, from the back door, causing Liz to pry from Draco's lips. "Time to go to the funeral." This was going to ruin Liz's day, even with Draco there.

They all walked to the local church where nearly the whole neighborhood showed up. Liz's mom had been quite popular. She was caring ad would offer food and shelter to those who needed it. She was also stern when needed. Being one of the head nurses at the hospital, she had to have that aspect. When someone was acting up or melting down, it was Liz's mom who calmed them down, usually with tough love.

"I'm sorry about your loss," said William. He was one of the unfortunates that Liz's mom helped out. He wasn't the only one spoke up, either. For the whole procession it was, "what a kind woman, your mum, what a loss," or "I'm so sorry, it must be tough." Every time something was said, Liz would reply with a sad smile and a gentle, "thank you." Liz spent the whole funeral trying to hold in all her tears. Draco knew this and he couldn't help but admire her strength, even when she finally broke down. He comforted her to the best of his ability. Then Liz had to speak.

"Hello Everyone," she started. "As much as I would like to say 'Good Afternoon,' I can't for it is not a good afternoon at all. Today we remember and honor and remember my mother and the amazing person she was. She definitely was the nicest person I knew, and I'm sure most of you would agree. She was a great mom, daughter, nurse, and so on. But as much as I want to say about her, I think its best that we all dig into our own perspectives of her and think about that. My words are different than yours. So let's take a few moments and just remember the woman who went around and touched all of our souls."

Draco didn't know her at all, so he simply thought about Liz. Even though it was a funeral, she was gorgeous in her black dress. He just stared.

When the funeral was over Draco and Liz went back to Liz's house to gather their things to go back to Hogwarts. It was later now, around 7, and they were in Liz's room packing suitcases.

"Liz?" asked Draco.

"Yeah."

"You looked great today," he said, honestly.

She smiled and looked at him. "Thanks." Even though she was still upset about her mother, Draco eased that pain. Then she fully stood up, and walked to him and passionately kissed him. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he clutched her body in his arms. He had been waiting for this moment. He laid her down on the bed and went on top of her. Liz wasn't going to stop this time. Sometimes when you lose something so great you have to do something completely…radical.

The next morning Liz woke up and found herself cuddled up into Draco. She could vaguely remember what happened, but she knew it was great. She felt his warm chest on her back and his breath on her neck. He was still sleeping, heavily. She gently moved his arm away from her waste, trying not to disturb him. Once she succeeded she went and put some clothes on.

About an hour or so later, Draco emerged into the kitchen with a pair of pajama bottoms on, but bare-chested, and he was built. Liz had cooked breakfast, pancakes and eggs, simple and classic.

"So about last night," said Draco, carefully saying the words.

"What about it?" Liz wasn't bothered at all, which was weird because usually she would be disturbed.

"Um, I...I don't know I guess," said Draco, scratching his head. "What time are we leaving?"

Liz looked up at the rooster clock. "In, about 3 hours," she answered.

"Oh, okay."

"Have some breakfast," said Liz, gesturing to a plate.

"I will." Draco still really didn't know what to make of last night, but Liz sure looked fine in her little silk nightgown this morning, he thought. The ate in silence for a majority of the meal.

"So what are we going to do for the next 2 and a half hours?" Liz asked.

Draco looked up with his blue eyes. "I don't know, what do you want to do?"

Liz had to think about it. Did she want to do what she did last night again? Or did she want to do something else.

"Hmm," she sighed, trying really hard to think of something. "I'll have to think about it, but until I get the idea, or you do, I'm going to go make sure I have everything." She got up and took care of her plate and went into her room. AS she walked down the hallway, she peered into her mom's empty room and that's when it hit her.