Impress Her with Relaxation Techniques
She loved Malfoy. She really did. Especially on this sacred third Tuesday of the month of October. Why was it sacred? Oh, only because Malfoy put half a slug into their Calming Draught when clearly only three-eights was needed. And so, their potion got an Acceptable.
Acceptable. With a capital A. And no 'O's in the word whatsoever. No 'Outstanding's. Not even 'Exceeds Expectations.' Just…acceptable.
She thought she would kill him now. And then Obliviate everyone in the classroom who had observed her Epic Fail of existence. Psh! As if the earth had not ceased to spin on its slightly tilted axis! They just went on with life as normal, when clearly life was over. At least for her. And, well, him (after she killed him).
And then, after damning her to a lifetime of misery and smelly cellmates, he had the nerve to wait for her outside of the classroom. And he was smiling. On this most heinous of occasions! All hesitations were past now. No more "Is this technically ethical?" or "Might I possibly be overreacting?" It was simply D-Day. Death Day. For Malfoy.
She marched towards him with her wand oh-so-casually pointed ramrod straight in front of her, and he pushed his limber form off the wall on which he had been leaning.
Now, she was a fair witch, so she thought she'd give him a chance to explain himself before she cut off his life force. She stopped, right in front of him, and tapped her foot in a murderous way. If that is possible.
He leaned down so that his mouth was situated right next to her ear, and breathed, "If you're waiting for an explanation, I don't really have one. I just thought you of all people needed to lighten up a bit. You know, experience how the other half lives." And he left her, practically in the middle of the corridor, sputtering to herself, and scaring Mrs. Norris out of her next three lives.
He…that stupid bloody bastard…had ruined her perfect record so that she could lighten up a bit? Ha. Hehe. Hoho. Alright. She would change her plans. She wouldn't kill him. Today.
She would swoop down on his third granddaughter's fourteenth half-birthday, where he would be unsuspectingly eating way too much cake, and developing a pot belly. There he would stand, fat and bald, and then BAM! She would give him a cavity. That'll teach him not to eat so many sweets.
Hermione walked down the passage, contemplating the joys of being a dentist's daughter. Life was good, once again.