Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by the lovely J.K. Rowling who insists on torturing me with her refusal to release the seventh book now.

Pairing: DHr

Type: Oneshot, HBP compatible, angst, romance, drama

Summary: She was smart and he was stupid: a couple of contradictions.

A/N: A little different, written after my A. P. English final because I "forgot" to bring something to work on. I just want you to realize HOW clever my summary is – "couple" could mean two things people. TWO, count them!


The Smart Girl and the Stupid Boy

Hermione was a smart girl. She knew when to give up.

Like when Harry was being particularly difficult and closed off, she knew that was it. She either waited him out or got her head bit off (a common occurrence, because sometimes she couldn't help herself).

But she also knew when to stand her ground.

Like when Ron was being a serious prick. Ron needed to be put down every once in awhile – it built character (hers, perhaps).

So when she stumbled upon a certain Draco Malfoy crying, in her secret hideaway in the library, mind you, she stayed.

And when he broke every promise to her and opened the doors to Voldemort's hordes, she left (actually, he physically left, but that's not the point).

And she didn't regret that decision, not once.

At least, that's what she told herself when she wanted to break down and cry.

Hermione was a smart girl. She knew when to give up.


Draco was a stupid boy, trying to live up to everyone's expectations.

Lucius'… Snape's… his mother's…

And then… Hermione.

He never knew a girl so overlooked but always in the spotlight could be so bright.

But he has promises to keep, lies to tell, shoes to fill. And, despite (her) it all, he still was Draco Malfoy.

Draco was a stupid boy, trying to live up to everyone's expectations.

So he left.

Even though its what he wanted, it didn't make it hurt less.

But he has promises to keep, lies to tell, shoes to fill.

The smart girl and the stupid boy – funny how the two seemed interchangeable.

And if you listen close enough, the laughter almost sounds like sobs.

But it doesn't.

At least, that's what they tell themselves.

Fin.