A/N: *waves* I've been writing - or at least trying to - fanfics for the past few hours, mainly to focus on something and forget that school starts TOMORROW and that I am FREAKING OUT. So, I just write.
Aaaanyway, this drabble is an Hermione-centric. . . um, drabble, set pre-The Philosopher's Stone by, um, a lot.
I kind of wanted to know why Hermione was such a. . . you know perfectionist and know-all. So, that's me assuming what might have happened.
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Just the plot. Nothing else. I hope we cleared that.
Bright - adj. Animatedly clever; intelligent.
"You're stupid," Billy Evans states. The six year-old could barely write his name correctly, yet, here he was calling Hermione Granger - the brightest student in her class - stupid.
"Why am I stupid?" she asks, her voice shrill - almost whiny - but demanding.
Billy shrugs. "'Cause all girls are stupid. It's not your fault." He smiles, revealing the gap in the place of his two front teeth. Huh? Girls are supposed to be smarter than boys, not vice versa.
Stupid six year-old, stupid six-year old, stupid six year-old. He's stupid, stupid, stupid. "I'm smart," Hermione says, as calmly as she can. "In fact, I'm smarter than you!"
"In fa-act, I'm smarter than you," he mocks.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Boys only know stupid excuses for their stupidity like 'Girls are stupid, boys rock!' or 'Cooties!'.
"Wait! Just wait! Because I will be smarter than all of you!" Hermione cries, pointing at everyone in the playground and Billy Evans does the most annoying thing; he breaks into a hysterical laugh.
Enough. Is. Enough. Hermione pulls her arm back and lets it snap forward.
A crunching sound.
"Ow! Ow!" Billy cries in pain.
"I am smart!" Hermione hisses and swears that no one doubts that again.
Here you have it! I wrote it in five minutes, so. . . Oh, excuses, excuses. . . Feel free to criticize.