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A/N- Thanks to my reviewers, I appreciate your enjoyment in my story. Since there weren't any questions regarding my first chapter, I'll get straight to the story. Enjoy and don't forget to review. I love hearing from you and I do accept constructive criticism, as long as it's constructive.

Too Perfect

Chapter 2

Sleuthing

Review: He turned on the light and Ginny looked at the person in front of them quizzically. Harry finally said, "What are you doing here?"

Harry repeated the question, "'Mione? What are you doing down this way?"

"Er…I was…you see, I was…er…well…"

Ginny interrupted Hermione's struggle for words and said, "I can tell you're trying to think of an excuse. If it's really that bad, then spare me the details, but just tell us the truth." Hermione shook her head so Harry said, "Then we'll leave you alone. See you, 'Mione." Ginny waved a quick good-bye and followed Harry out the door, closing it behind her. Harry and Ginny kept going until they found another empty classroom. They settled on the desks and started kissing, too lost in the passion to talk about how weird Hermione was being.

Hermione said, "It's okay, they're gone now." As soon as she finished her sentence, the infamous blonde Slytherin stood up from behind the desks he was hiding behind. He said, "It was lucky the light was off, or we'd be caught." Hermione said, "Yeah. I can't imagine how my friends would react if they knew you and I had been going out since last summer."

"Mmmmm, that was a good summer."

"Your father died!"

"So? He was a bloody lunatic and I'm glad he's dead. That's not what I was talking about though." Draco walked over to where Hermione was standing and put his arm around her. Hermione leaned towards him, giving in to his arms and said mischievously, "Then what were you talking about?"

"I was talking about shortly after my fathers death. In July. When I fell in love with you."

"That's sweet, Draco."

"I know."

"Look who's modest!"

"I can't help it."

"Of course you can help it."

Draco shrugged and said, "Whatever you say, Hermione." Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled out of Draco's hug to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

Harry stopped the passionate kiss between Ginny and himself and said, "Let's take a break for a second, Gin." Ginny looked hurt and confused and Harry replied to the look, "It's not you, Gin. We just need to talk."

"Nothing good ever follows, "We need to talk."

"It's not bad, Ginny!"

"Ok. What do we need to talk about?"

"Although I am completely enjoying kissing you, the only thing that I can think about it Hermione."

"Hermione? Well, I'm glad that you can think of someone other than myself while you're making out with me! I told you nothing good ever follows, "We need to talk." Now you're breaking up with me for Hermione! Sure it isn't bad for you but my end of the deal's looking kind of short!"

"I'm not thinking about her like that, Gin, and I'm not breaking up with you for Hermione! I meant I was wondering what she was doing in that classroom by herself." Ginny calmed down quickly by taking a deep breath. Then she said, "She wasn't by herself, Harry."

"Who was she with, then?"

"How could you have missed it?"

"Missed what?"

"The scurrying around the desks when we were trying to find the light was someone hiding. I glanced around where the sound came from when the light turned on and I saw someone's head."

"Whose?"

"I just saw the very top of his head, but I am sure it was a blonde boy."

"Malfoy! You don't think…"

"I don't know what to think. There are plenty of blonde boys in this school. Dean Thomas's hair turned blonde this summer. He said he was in the sun a lot. Neville dyed his hair blonde a few weeks ago…it looks terrible if you ask me. Justin Flinch-Fletchy's hair is naturally blonde. The list goes on and on. I didn't get a good enough look to confirm if it was really light blonde like Draco's or a darker, dirtier blonde like Dean's."

"But Hermione wouldn't be making out with Dean, Neville or Justin. That's too gross to think about."

"Is it anymore gross than her and Malfoy?"

"I guess you're right."

Ginny shrugged and said, "It's her business and that's why I decided we should leave fast."

"I got that impression from you."

"When she's ready to tell me, she will."

Harry gave another kiss to Ginny and put his arms on her waist. Ginny leaned into the kiss willingly but stopped suddenly asking, "Why the sudden kiss, Harry?" Harry shrugged and said, "I don't know. Now that the whole Hermione thing has been talked about, I can think about kissing you, and not about what Hermione's doing. Besides that, I felt like it." Ginny laughed quietly and they continued kissing.

Ron leaned back in his chair. He looked into the fire and wondered what Harry and Ginny were up to. Harry's excuses were starting to grow thin. Everyone knew that the Library was closed after dinner and dinner ended 3 hours ago. Harry hadn't been to dinner the past 2 nights in a row. And when he did come to dinner, he sat next to Ginny and only used the hand not next to Ginny and she only used the hand not next to Harry. Ron couldn't be positive, but he was pretty sure that Harry and Ginny were keeping something from him. Ron sat up when he heard the Portrait Hole open. Harry and Ginny were coming into the Gryffindor Tower. Ron wasn't sure what to think anymore. Part of him wanted to jump up and say, "What are you doing with him, Ginny?" Then the other, much smaller, more sensible part of him told him to do some sleuthing and figure this thing out on his own.

Draco closed the door softly to the classroom he and Hermione met at. Hermione would come out a little later, so nobody suspected anything. He walked quickly down the hall and up a flight of stairs, thinking only of Hermione. The way she looked when she was thinking, the way she walked so confidently, the way she sounded so intelligent when she spoke, the way her soap made her smell like jasmine, and the way she looked at him when he said, "I love you, Hermione." He was glad he had found her. His father dying hadn't been the thing to change him, like he told Ginny. It was Hermione's affection that had changed him. He'll never forget that summer day when he saw her.

The Summer Before Flashback

Hermione walked past a church on her way home from her favorite bookstore. She stopped briefly and listened closely. She could hear funeral music, and the sound of the preacher talking. Curiously she wandered up the stairs of the church and to the front doors, peering inside. Sitting in the front row was the unmistakable blonde Slytherin. Hermione gasped quietly, surprised to see the boy she loathed in her own hometown. She tried to see inside the open coffin in the front of the room. It was hard to tell at first, since she was in the back, and the coffin was facing upward, but when she stood on her tiptoes she saw the head of Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione dropped her bag on the floor with a loud thud and all went silent throughout the church as everyone turned to look at the door to see what had disrupted their mourning. Hermione saw Draco's head turn first and noticed that the death of his father had changed his appearance. His eyes didn't look cold anymore. They turned to warmth as he stood up and whispered to his mother, "I know her from school. I'll see what she wants." He walked through the still silent church through the middle isle and out the door to where Hermione was quickly walking down the stairs of the church.

"Come to pay respects to my dear old father, have you, Granger?"

"I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just curious as to who had died and then I saw your father in the coffin and dropped my bag of books here and it made a loud noise…" While she was rambling on, Draco was studying her. She's got nice eyes. I never noticed it before but she's got amazing eyes. They're light green, with a ring of dark blue around the pupil. They're the kind of eyes you can stare at forever. Draco snapped back into reality as Hermione was saying, "…and I'm so sorry, Draco. I truly and honestly didn't mean to interrupt your father's funeral." Draco replied back to her, "That's okay, Hermione. I was actually looking for an excuse to get out of there. It's like a morgue in there. Everyone's really depressed."

"Well it is a funeral, Draco. And it is a morgue. It's supposed to be sad. You're supposed to be depressed."

"Yeah, but I'm not."

"You're not upset that your father is…is…"

Draco cut her off, "Dead? Not in the slightest. I'm happy he's dead. My mother's not too thrilled with me being happy about the death of my father, but she's also happy that he's not around to hurt her anymore. We're the only two people in there not bawling our eyes out." Hermione looked at him quizzically and he snapped out of this sudden burst of friendliness and said, "I don't know why I'm telling you this, Granger. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a funeral to attend." He turned to walk away but Hermione grabbed his arm without thinking and said, "Don't go, please. I mean, I don't want you to go. I mean…er…I mean…" Draco smiled at her. It wasn't a smirk. It was a genuine smile. Hermione stopped stammering and smiled back at him. She said to the grinning Slytherin, "Do you want to take a walk, Draco?"

"Are you asking me to take a walk with you, Hermione?"

"If you want to…I mean, you don't have to, but I thought since you didn't want to go back into the funeral that you'd want to stay out here and I figured you might want some company and-"

Draco stopped her by saying. "Hermione. It's just a walk. No need to make a big deal out of it. I'd love to take a walk with you." Draco started walking down the sidewalk and Hermione followed him, smiling.

End of Flashback

A/N- Chapter number 2 is done! I hope you enjoyed it, because I enjoyed writing it. Well, I love to hear from my readers, and I accept anonymous reviews so please review for my story. I also accept constructive criticism, as long as it is constructive. Please review!

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