"You..." Draco started, flushing in embarrassment when he heard her words. "You don't want perfection, then?"
Draco gave Ginny a skeptical glance, the confusion clearly written on his face. He'd always been told that he wanted perfection and that he had to sacrifice everything to get it, yet here Ginny was telling him that she didn't want perfection. But the rest of her adjectives described him perfectly. Protective. Possessive. Wanting to live. Those were all traits that he had, and pieces were slowly falling together in his head.