mmmmm so, yeah, I know that I have my other story, Red Tulip, up and well, I've got a brain fart about it. So here's this! Based off of Pink's song, Fckn Perfect! I own nothinggg. That's all Jo's doing.
Hermione Granger was never gorgeous or attractive looking. She'd always been brainy, and frumpy. She considered herself a freak in her society; though most of the Muggle world would deem her and everyone else freaks.
She'd been called many things in her life, but 'freak' seemed to fit. She was the only person, that she knew of, that studied during the summer. Her hand was always up first to answer questions in class. Her homework was done months in advance and when she wanted to relax, she went to the library to read.
She smiled slightly at the thought. Irony was funny.
Hermione waved to Nearly Headless Nick as she opened the library doors.
She wasn't surprised to find Romilda, Padma and Parvati whispering in a corner near a window.
Hermione grimaced as Lavender ran in yelling and disrupting everyone with her relationship news with Ron.
She sighed and cleared her throat. Even thinking his name made her emotional.
Scurrying as fast as possible, Hermione made her way towards her own corner. It was the perfect spot; right near the big bay window and close enough to the fireplace.
Hermione pulled out Hogwarts: A History and curled into 'her' chair.
She flipped open to her bookmark and continued where she left off.
"..and he was so sweet! He picked me a dandelion and said it was bright, like me! Obviously, he can tell I'm bright in personality and smarts." Lavender whispered, loudly.
Hermione groaned, trying to drown out the annoying hippopotamus a book case over.
"Weasley never struck me as romantic. I mean, the way he fights with Granger all the time, you think he'd be sour." Padma replied.
Lavender scoffed and Hermione's blood began to boil.
"Granger. You know, she has some nerve! She's so jealous of Won-Won and I! Just because she was stupid enough to ignore him, doesn't mean I am. For the smartest witch of her age, she's so dumb."
Hermione gritted her teeth. Padma and Parvati murmured agreements before she continued.
"Won- won even said she's been ignoring him since the Quidditch game. He's not done a thing to her and now she's being a prat, in Won- won's words, of course. I swear, I'm perfect and she'll never compare to me."
Padma and Parvati agreed again.
Hermione sniffed quietly, letting her tears fall down her face.
She heard the chairs squeak and the girls' footsteps clomp further and further away.
Hermione pulled in a ragged breath before letting herself succumb to the tears.
She didn't care who saw her or heard her. She was hurt, devastated that Ron would consider her imperfect.
"Crying won't do a damn thing. Get up and go speak your mind!" She thought.
Picking herself up, Hermione threw her things in her bag and stormed to the one place she knew Ron would be. The Mess Hall.
Ron sat with Harry at the Gryffindor table, stuffing his face with potatoes and steak.
"I dunno, mate, if she keeps this up, I'll go mad!"
Harry watched his best friend. "Ron, if you don't like Lavender, why don't you just break up with her?"
Ron stopped shoveling food in his mouth. "If I do that, Hermione won't be jealous any longer. Then I'll have no plan to fall back on."
Harry sighed. "You're a bloody prat, Ron Weasley. Quit being a first year and tell her you like her!"
Ron coughed, trying to dislodge his food. "You can't tell a girl you like her! It makes you look like an idiot!"
Harry laughed and glanced toward the Mess Hall entrance.
Not to his surprise, he saw a fuming, pissed off Hermione. Personally, fighting trolls, dragons and Voldermort was cake. But trying to soothe a pissed Hermione, that scared him to the core.
"Ronald Billius Weasley!" She yelled.
Ron, being oblivious until now, looked up and became more white than he all ready was.
"Uh, h-hey, Herm-m-ione." he sputtered.
She stopped in front of him, glaring. "I want you to know how much I bloody hate you. How dare you call me a prat! If anyone's being a prat, it's you, you arse! Just because I have frizzy hair, and I may love homework and school doesn't mean I'm not perfect. I can't help that I'm not Lavender. I prefer to look like a person, rather than a fake plastered bitch. I'm sorry I can't be your kind of perfect. So, do me this one honour and never, ever speak to me again." With that Hermione wiped her tears and ran out of the Mess Hall.
Harry looked at Ron. He was white, so white, and he was shocked into a petrified state. He looked around, and saw the whole room staring at them.
He nudged Ron with his foot. Ron's head turned slowly to him and Harry saw his mouth was hanging wide open.
"Go after her, Ron!" Harry exclaimed, shooing him.
Ron shook his head and sprung to his feet, and ran in Hermione's path.
"Hermione! Wait, Hermione, wait up!" he yelled, almost tripping as he turned sharply left.
As said before, this is a two-shot, next chapter will be up either tomorrow or Monday evening...KBYE!