She's crying again. I hate when she cries. I don't even know what she's crying for right now… She's just sitting there on the couch, holding a piece of paper—oh. It's a test. Oh. She…failed?! Hermione?! MY—I mean, OUR—Hermione?! This just isn't possible… Oh man. She's crying harder now. Guess I better go over there…
I tentatively sit on the couch beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. "Come on now, Hermione. It's just one test. It's no big deal."
"B-but, my grade…it was perfect…" She stutters, leaning her head into my shoulder.
"You can't ALWAYS be perfect, Hermione."
But you're perfect to me…