Title: The Perfect Life

By: Lady-Resurrection and Infamous-Writer (beta/half-author love you lotz!)

Disclaimer: The plot is mines. The title is mines. Everything else is J.K Rowling's.

Full Summary: Everyone wishes to have a perfect life; one that consists of the perfect engagement with the perfect man, the perfect friends, the perfect job and the perfect things. But when everything is sugarcoated and too surreal, the so called perfect life isn't exactly as perfect as you assumed it would be. And let's say a certain seer decides to explore another side of the world of yours that isn't as perfect but just as good. What if you discover things that somehow seem more intriguing to you than the life you already live? Would you pursue that path before it's too late? Or would you prefer not to venture into the dark side of seduction, craving, lust, and above all love?

Pairings: Hermione and Draco and whoever else I want to couple.

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Thank you for those who took the time to read and review my story. I know the first chapter was a bit long and that Draco (one of the main charaters) was not mentioned at all but there are reasons and after you read this chapter, you will understand. Now, things may seem a little weird but hold on tight. I promise it will only get better.

Chapter 2: Waking Up To a Nightmare

A tingly feeling swept down from her shoulder to her elbow. It felt like finger tips playing with her skin and Hermione was a very sensitive person, so she woke up to that feeling. She parted her eyes and noticed that she was still entangled to Ron. She had no idea she drifted off into slumber. She felt peaceful somewhat by just watched Ron's hand going up and down her arm. It tickled her at the same time it was sensual. That created a smile upon her face. She had forgotten about her negative thoughts about Ron earlier and decided to just go with the mood.

Her hand that was wrapped around his chest began to explore the length of his bare chest. Her hands rubbed against the center and worked its way down to he abdomen. Her hand went up and down a few bumps and she gave a sigh, wanting to just stop there since it was broad day light. She never ever provoked passion during the day, it just wasn't in her.

As her palm rested on his stomach, she removed her head from his shoulder and rested it on his chest, not once looking at him. She knew he was awake but she was afraid of meeting his eyes; those eyes that brought all those horrible thoughts of not being in love with him. But it was then as she felt his stomach that it felt oddly different.

Ron never had bumps. Come to think of it, Ron had a flat toned stomach. Hermione raised her eye brow and looked down at his chest. And there in clear view was his abs. Abs she could have sworn she never seen him have. Yet as his hands continued to caress the side of her arm, she quickly forgot about it and focused on his hand.

That same peculiar feeling evoked her. Something was not quite in its place. His hand looked insipid. And where she was use to seeing specks of red hair on his arm was replaced with a pale blond color.

'I must be going out of my mind,' Hermione thought to herself. It could simply be the light shinning in from the window that was playing with her eye sight.

'Yes, that must be it', She reassured herself and hugged Ron tighter, still afraid to look up at him.

"Hermione," He spoke softly. His voice was barely audible as his breath prickled her forehead and Hermione gave a deep sigh. Maybe he sensed her defiance to look up at him. She knew she could not stay in bed all day with him. He had work and so did she.

So as her head tilted up to finally look at him she spoke, "yes Ro-"

Suddenly, her body froze. Chills erupted from the top of her head to the sole of her feet. Her eyes did not meet the familiar blue ones she was use to waking up to every morning. Instead she was staring back at grey ones; familiar grey ones. Hermione's mind processed who that was entangled with her in the bed in a matter of seconds.

The horror of finding your archenemy in your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers could chill one to their bones and that is exactly how she felt. There, in the same bed as her, was Draco Malfoy. Confusion and fear erupted through her body as she forcefully blinked to make sure she was not seeing things. And thus, the reality was so harshly true, she ended up screaming at the top of her lungs while she untangled herself. She moved so far back from the bed that she tipped over the edge and fell hard on her back. The impact to the floor caused her to stop her loud screech.

As she sat up, holding her hand to her lower back, he came around to help her up.

"What is the matter with you?" He spoke insistently as he tried to lace his arm around her lower waist to lift her up. But Hermione was too quick for that. She grabbed the pillow that dangled on the side of her bed and threw it at him. Just as the pillow hit him directly on the face, she sprang to her feet and grabbed anything she could find to launch at him.

Instantly objects went flying such as pillows, night table lambs, an alarm clock, and books. Anything her hand was able to grab was thrown. All the while he was able to dodge it but at the same time confusion and hurt was written all over his face. That flash of hurt that she'd never seen before on Malfoy's face caused her to stop for a split second to catch her breath. Yes, she had been screaming the entire time as well; her throat was throbbing. But that sudden stop gave him enough time to round her and place both his hands on her shoulders while lowering his head to eye level –since he was no less than five feet taller then her.

Of course Hermione was too shocked, too confused and too tired from the throwing and dashing around the room to stop him from his enclosing.

"Have you gone bloody mad!" He exclaimed.

Hermione couldn't believe the audacity he had to tell her if she was mad. It was him who was in her bedroom, touching her and acting as though they were lovers. Which brings to her awareness, where was Ron?

"Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me! How the hell did you get into my room! Where's Ron!" Hermione yelled to top of her lungs as she lashed out at him. Her hands slapped both his which were holding her firmly on each the shoulder.

The moment she mentioned Ron's name, his eyes lit up in a rage of anger which she always expected since it was evident that his dislike for Ron was always there. But his next actions were by far anything she'd expected at all. He placed his hand on her face and rubbed her cheek soothingly, as though it was something he had done everyday. This, of course invigorated her. It maybe un-Malfoy like for him to touch her amiably but she felt through his touches was nothing more then pity; pity she didn't need or want. Therefore that gave her the opportunity to slap his hand away from her, again.

"I told you not to touch me Malfoy!" Hermione yelled.

He looked dejected as his hand came down to his side and he stepped back to view her half-naked form in worry and confusion. It was then that she realized that she was wearing only her pink knickers and a thin matching color top that barely covered her belly but if Ron seen her like this she wouldn't mind at all. However, having her worst enemy standing before her watching her –not in hungry eyes– while he was half naked as well, scared her. It frightened her so much that she blushed timidly.

"You haven't called me that in ages," He mumbled as he brushed his hand through his platinum blond hair while closing his eyes as he turned away from her.

'Of course I haven't called you that in ages, I haven't seen you in ages. As a matter of fact, what the hell is going on here!' As Hermione thought this, she looked down at her feet and noticed one of the pillows she threw lay three feet away from her, she hastily grabbed it. "I'm only going to say this once again," Hermione said calmly, "what in bloody carnation are you doing here? Where is Ron? What have you done to him?"

Draco arched his eyebrow at her new position with her pillow trying to hide her almost naked form. He gave a sigh and sat down on the side of the bed they were at.

"It's haunting you again, isn't it? It's bringing back those horrible memories. I knew one day you'll remember. Didn't expect it to be today out of all the days."

"Excuse me!" Hermione screeched and threw the pillow she held at him. "I don't know what gives you the right to tell me I'm mental. I don't know how you got into my room but I swear when I get myself together, you will never wish you touched me or spoke to me in that matter."

"Hermione, calm down, will you please just relax?" Malfoy said in a shocked tone at her actions and words. "I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that."

Rage surged through her eyes. No amount of sweet talking –which was a new experience to her coming from him– was going to change the fact that the Draco Malfoy was in her bedroom acting as though they were a couple of some sort. For his response, she had no comment. It had definitely taken her back. Her eyes tried to peel off his half-naked form and immediately came into contact with her wand that lay on the floor near his foot.

She made a quick lash for it. This, of course, did not hit Malfoy until the very last moment when her wand was literally poking at his chest. She looked absolutely incensed.

"Don't you dare, ever mention my name! To you I'm nothing but a mudblood," she spat, "and to be honest, I'd rather keep it that way," she added as an after thought because him calling her a mudblood was a clichéd name for her. She hated it of course but she didn't really care anymore, one tends to get use to the ignorance of others in time.

"I don't know what sort of game you're playing but I demand to know what you are doing in my chamber, unclothed. And most importantly, I want to know what you did to my Ron. If you had so much as touched him in any harmful way, it will be your death wish. I guarantee," she sneered.

In truth, Hermione was a sweet and loving person to all except one. She would never ever give him the sympathy he deserved for losing his parents or for winding up in prison for a year. She didn't care the least bit. In truth, Hermione was rather happy that he was out of her way after Hogwarts. All he ever did was loathe her for being a muggle born. Loathe her for being best friends with Harry and Ron. Loathe her for being a smart Witch. She didn't deserve the kind of treatment he gave her for the seven years she was in Hogwarts with him.

But nonetheless, that was the least of her worries. She needed answers because she was utterly confused. How did he end up in her bed? How long had she closed her eyes? Where had Ron gone to? Did Malfoy hurt him? Was he somewhere, at the moment, in pain?

Malfoy was baffled. And by baffled, he hadn't spoken a word. His mouth hung open and his eyes were ready to pop out. As much as she expected him to say something sly and negative, his response was an earth-quaking shock to say the least.

"Put that down, please," he said as he tried to lower her wand with his hand. "I'm not going to do anything to you. I don't know where all this anger is coming from but Hermione, you think that I plan to attack you and call you a…a mudblood? We have overcome that along time ago. I think you've been having your nightmares again because I haven't done anything to that…weasel."

"Where the bloody hell is he then!" Hermione screamed in frustration because somewhere deep down, it seemed that the lies Malfoy were feeding her were actually believable.

"He's in Azkaban, where he should be!" He raised his voice as well. He, too, was beginning to get frustrated with Hermione. "He's been in Azkaban for the last three years! And do you remember why!" He yelled. He got up from the bed to tower over Hermione who still held on to her wand for dear life. Malfoy looked absolutely maddening. It was like something switched in him.

"He bloody hell tried to rape you, Hermione."