Supposedly, Tom Marvolo Riddle was the best student to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts.

That was, of course, until Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom Rutherford arrived.

In one week of attending school, she had made friends of both genders from all four houses, in all different years. She had the highest grades ever recorded in the history of the Hogwarts – higher than both Albus Dumbledore's and Tom Riddle's.

And she always looked as if she was walking down a runway in Paris, France.

All the males in the castle, minus one, were in love with her.

Professor Severus Snape loathed her.

Not that he ever took points from her, as she never messed up in class. She made the most difficult brews almost as well as he could, and she seemed to know everything there was to know about potions. Of course, if the gossip in the staff room was anything to go by, that was how she was in every other subject in the school as well.

Something was off about her . . .


Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom's dainty laugh was music to the ears of the Gryffindor boys. They all wore goofy, love-sick smiles on their faces as they crowded around the beautiful girl at the dinner table.

"Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom," said Seamus Finnigan. "What a gorgeous name!"

"I know," she said, smiling.

"It makes me think of flowers and . . . happiness," said Ron airily.

Michael Corner suddenly appeared from seemingly nowhere, a bouquet of red roses and a heart shaped box of candy in his hands.

"Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom," he began, "I – I'd just like to give you this," he said in a rush, pushing the gifts into her hands. His face heated.

"Why thank you, sweetie!" she exclaimed, her southern accent suddenly stronger. "I really appreciate it! You know," she said, turning back to the other boys, "This is the fifteenth bouquet I've gotten this week, and the twenty-seventh box of chocolates!"

"Really?" demanded Ron, his face red with jealousy.

"Yes," she continued. "I've also gotten nineteen teddy bears, thirty early valentines, and fifty-two poems. The one I got from Draco Malfoy really stood out! Very well written! Funny, he didn't strike me as the romantic type!"

"Malfoy," Ron and Harry growled as one.


"Goddamn Malfoy!" shouted Ron, angrily kicking the couch in the Gryffindor common room.

"What did he do?" demanded Hermione, looking up from her homework.

"He's trying to steal away Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom! Slimy Slytherin brat!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean, steal away?"

"The bloody Ferret wrote Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom a love poem! A love poem!!" Ron was pacing like a caged animal. He finally paused. "You know what?" he demanded. "I've got to write her a better one! Where's that bloody rhyming dictionary?!"

He sped out of the common room, leaving behind a red faced Hermione. "But – but," she spluttered, "Draco – Draco couldn't have written that – that bitch a love poem! He's dating me!"


"Goddamn Malfoy!" shouted Harry, kicking one of the suits of armor that lined the corridor. The metal of the armor was harder than the toe of his shoe, however, and he hissed in pain.

"What did he do?" asked Luna Lovegood, walking up with her books in hand.

"He's trying to steal away Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom! Filthy Slytherin brat!"

Luna furrowed her brow. "What do you mean 'steal away'?"

"Malfoy wrote Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom a love poem! A love – poem!" Harry paced up and down the length of hallway, looking a bit like a caged tiger. He finally stopped. "You know what? I know what I've got to do! I'll write her a poem! A better one! Where's that rhyming dictionary?"

He hurried off down the corridor.

Luna looked rather confused. "I thought Malfoy was already dating someone?" she asked aloud, shrugging, before walking off down the hall, never noticing Professor Snape's jarred office door.

Severus quietly shut the door and locked it, sliding down the back of it to the ground. "Slytherins are filthy, are we, Mister Potter? And what would you call backstabbing little brats who cheat on their lovers?"


Hermione quickly made her ways through the dark halls of Hogwarts underneath Harry Potter's invisibility cloak. She had barely avoided Miss Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom, who kept bugging her about being 'study buddies', but when there's a will, there's a way. And Hermione Jane Granger most definitely had a will to go to the library without anyone knowing she'd been there.

Her heart almost stopped when she suddenly collided with a large body clad in all black. Both she and the other person hit the ground with dull thuds.

"Potter?" growled a very recognizable voice. Hermione winced – she was sure to be killed, or worse, expelled.

"N – no, Sir," she stuttered, shakily throwing the cloak off and standing up. She offered a hand to the Professor but he batted it away, instead making his way to his feet by himself. "I – I'm sorry, Sir--"

"Miss Granger," he said, sneering, "Would you please explain what exactly you are doing outside of the library at two o'clock in the morning? Has your obsessive need to constantly study carried over into your sleeping time?"

"N- no, Professor Snape, sir."

"Then please, do tell."

"Well – well, Sir, I – I just wanted to . . ." She bit her lip. Summoning her courage, she sharply asked, "What are you doing here, Sir?"

Severus scowled. "Encase you have forgotten, Miss Granger," he snapped, "I am a Professor at this school. It is my right to be out in the halls as I please. Now, tell me, Granger, what were you doing here at this god awful hour of the morning?"

"I – I – IwantedtoseeifIcouldfindanythingaboutwhychantillyrutherfordissoperfect." The words came out in a rush and were indecipherable.

"Repeat what you just said, and articulately this time," said Severus, annoyance in his voice.

"I wanted to see if I could find anything about why Chantilly Rutherford is so perfect," she said slowly.

Severus eyed her warily. "Really?"

"Yes. I – I thought that maybe she might be part veela or – or something. I'm not really sure." She breathed in deeply. "But for god's sake, Professor, no one can really be that utterly perfect!"

Severus was silent for a moment. "I completely agree with you, Miss Granger," he finally said.

Hermione's head darted upwards to look at him. "You . . . do?"

"Yes. Very much. Tell me, which of Hogwarts' idiot males used to be yours before she stole him away?"

Hermione bit her lip. "You won't believe me."

"Oh, trust me – I think I will."

She muttered something under her breath.

"What was that?" demanded Severus.

"Draco Malfoy," she said, her voice still hushed.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "Malfoy . . . And here I was thinking he was his father's little 'mini-me'."

"Draco is much better than his father," insisted Hermione hotly.

Severus stared at her for a minute. "You do care about him, then?"

"Of course I do," said Hermione. "Or else the moment I heard he was sending bloody love poems to Miss Chantilly Ecstasy Blossom," --you could almost hear her eye-roll-- "I would've broken it off immediately!" She looked him up and down for several seconds. "Who's your boyfriend on the edge of being stolen, then, Professor?"

Severus glared down at her. "I do not have a," he sneered, "boyfriend, Granger, you idiot girl. I am simply patrolling the halls."

"You're wearing a bathrobe, a t-shirt, and pajama bottoms," she deadpanned.

Severus glanced down at his attire and almost blushed.

"Who's your – if not boyfriend, then – lover?"

"You won't like it," said Severus, the sting of having to tell Hermione Granger about his relationship almost outweighed by the anticipation of her shock at the identity of his lover.

"Tell me," she demanded.

"Harry Potter."

She stared at him blankly for a few moments. "It's not time for you to finally be displaying a sense of humor, Professor, no matter how dark."

"I assure you, I'm not."

"I knew he was seeing someone," she said, almost to herself, "It was hard not to notice – but – but I never would've even guessed . . . How did it start?"

"That, Granger, is none of your business," Severus snapped. "Now, do you want to go and find out what exactly makes Rutherford as sickeningly perfect as she is, or do you wish to dawdle around out here all night?"

Hermione pulled the library door open and motioned Severus through. "Lead the way, Professor."


Author's Note: Ugh . . . we just moved into a new house and the internet wasn't working for a few days, but the break from reading other people's fanfiction seemed to have stimulated my own mind and broken my writer's block.

Hope you enjoy it!

-Snarryvader81 (aka Anna)