This is a very short one from Hermione's POV. Probably the happiest little ficlet I've ever written! I feel accomplished. Enjoy.
I am the reliable one; the one with all the answers.
I watch the other girls huddle together in study hall, whispering about the latest fashion or something equally shallow. I remain on the periphery, congratulating myself on being above all that before going back to my work.
Level-headed; realistic; stable; put together.
But for that second when our eyes meet, I find myself becoming undone and I blush.
The end.