A/N - Okay, this is it, the last chapter of this part of the story! This chapter is very short. Sorry, but it had to be.

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whereswaldo - sorry if you think its too early. I'm not stopping my work, just making it into a two part story. I'm also sorry if you think its too short. I didn't think my story would be that great so i didnt make it very long when i wrote it out originally. It's true...

professional toilet flusher - Wait, that's from Mean Girls right (the coolness and fetching bit)? I LOVE Mean Girls.

Damsel in a Cute Dress

Chapter 10 – Perfect

Draco's forehead was creased and his hand was running through his hair. He frowned slightly when he saw me.

When I came in he smiled pathetically and closed the door.

"Hermione, we need to talk." He said.

Duh, that's why I'm here! I felt like saying.

"You may have read what was in the papers," he said.

"Yeah, I've read it. And I'm really sorry Draco. If there's anything I could do-"

"Yes, there is one thing." He interrupted.

"What? Anything."

"Promise me that you won't tell anyone."

"Tell anyone what? You haven't told me anything."

"I will, but after I do, do not tell anyone."

"Okay." I promised.

"I'm serious, Hermione" I shivered when he said my name, it sounded somehow…sexy, "You can't tell anyone!"

"I promise, Draco, I give you my word, I won't repeat it to anyone."

"We're leaving." He said.

"Who's leaving? Where?" I was confused, what the hell was happening.

"My family, we're leaving." Draco said, he hung his head.

"Why?!!" I asked hysterically, this had to be the worst news ever! Worse than if Draco was going out with Pansy, I mean at least I'd get to see him!

"My father, he's getting arrested, he's trying to escape that." Draco said, "He'd rather die than go to Azkaban."

I didn't know what to say. I mean what could I say? I had been going out with Draco for two days, maybe even less (I wasn't counting hours!)

Draco sensed my silence.

"Hermione," he sighed, "I'm sorry, but it's not my decision, my family made the choice to escape. And I must follow it."

"Don't I mean anything to you?" I said, on the verge of bursting into tears, "I though you loved me."

Draco bowed his head.

Then it happened, I burst into tears.

How could he not love me?

I thought that was what the kiss meant!

"Hermione, don't cry!" He said, he tried to say it sympathetically but it came out sounding disgusted.

"Draco," I sobbed, "You're leaving me! How could I not cry?"

"You do mean something to me," he said finally, "Just not as much as my family."

I was shocked. Well yeah, I never expected to be loved more than his family but you don't just say that to your girlfriend!

"You're leaving, ruining yours and your family's reputations. Why? Just so your father can escape a life sentence in Azkaban. That should mean something to you!" I yelled.

How could he not see?

See his foolishness. Following his father like a sheep.

It's not like his father was that great anyway.

Draco's face clouded.

"My family means more to me than you would ever know, Granger." He spat, "Ever!"

"Fine!" I said, "See if I care!"

Draco laughed an evil, cold laugh, the kind of laugh I liked, the well, Sexy laugh. But now was not a time to be thinking about sexy.

"I can see you care, Granger, I can see you care very much." He told me, "You wanted to know if I love you?"

I nodded simply. My eyes still teary.

"Well I do," he said, my heart leaped, "But not even you can change the fact that I'm leaving!" My heart stopped leaping.

"Hermione," he said, softer, "I love you, but this isn't a good time for us to be carrying on. My father has enough on his mind without the knowledge that his son is dating a muggleborn."

God, all he cared about was his freaking father!

"Hermione," He started again, "I know you're mad and I haven't come around this topic well at all. I am leaving tonight. Rescuing my father from the Ministry and you'll never see me again."

Oh yeah, like I'd want that!

"Wait," I said, as Draco turned to leave, "Where are you going?"

"I can't tell you," He bent down and kissed me. Our last kiss. So I tried to make it last as long as it could, but Draco pulled away.

"Hermione," he sighed, "You're really perfect for me you know."

I didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry," He whispered. And then left. Just like that. He went out the door and I saw him run up the staircase to the North Tower.

Perfect?

I was perfect?

I sank to the floor. Sobbing perfect sobs. Perfect tears pouring from my perfect eyes, running down my perfect cheeks, wetting my perfect hair. All these things make me perfect?

Well what is the use of being perfect if the perfect man is walking away, ruining your perfect ending?

A/N - I won't blame you if you think that's a sucky ending. Feel free to tell me. Don't think it's over yet. The sequel will be out soon. Just check my Bio in a week or two. It should be there. I'm not posting it right now since i haven't come up with a good name. Please Review!