The good girl

Chapter 2- every hair in place

Hermione walked out of her room hugging her books to her. Her socks were pulled up to her knees and her mary-janes were polished to a shine. Her uniform was meticulous and her robes hung perfectly covering what may or may not be a nice body, no one could see it. No make-up of course and every hair was in place. Well maybe that's going a little too far. Hermione's frizzy mess hung down and stuck out and was generally the only part of her that was not under control.

'That's me, my hair shows my true self, wild and out of control. Unable to be tamed or bound. I always feel so false. Like I'm never me. It's always a facade, always an illusion from which I operate my daily life. I don't get to be who I am, not really. There's the Hermione that everyone thinks that they know, the one that gets good grades and helps out and is nice to everyone. That's not me. If that was really me I wouldn't hate it so much. I wouldn't long to tell Ron to stuff it. To tell Harry to bite me or go jump off his broom. I don't want them to actually get hurt, just leave me the hell alone sometimes. It's none of your damn business why I do things. If I want to stay in the library till the wee hours, that's my prerogative.'

All of this went through Hermione's smile plastered head as she went down the steps to the great hall. She learned to control her urges early on. Once in grade school she tripped a girl for no reason. When the girl was walking to her seat she just stuck out her foot and tripped her. The girl broke her nose. Hermione apologized but only because she was made. She felt no remorse. That wasn't true any longer, she would feel remorse for some people, like Harry and Ron. She always felt bad when something happened to the two of them. That was about where it ended. She loved to see how much she could get away with. She had to be especially careful not to let people on to what she was doing. Once she was caught doing something she would always have a good excuse and then would back off for a while till everyone had gone back to not noticing her.

'I guess that is one good thing about being the good girl, no one ever suspects you. I wonder just how much I could do before people starting catching on. Not just little things like giving Draco that raging case of magic herpes but real things. Things that I could actually enjoy. Say what I want to say, do what I want to do, seduce someone. Man I must really be hard up. It always comes back tp sex with me. Now here's a conundrum for you, why can guys have sex with many different women and become studs and it is considered healthy, but a woman must have self-esteem issues (A/N-no seriously why is this?) if she is having sex with people. I have no self-esteem issues. I am very confident regarding what I can do and how knowledgeable I am. I am secure in my image, the only problem is this blasted tendency to pretend to be this sugar coated perfect little Mary-Sue that has no life, attitude or libido. I want to have sex, I want to use my sexuality while I have it. I don't want to wait until I am thirty before I realize that I missed out on the fun of flirting and having a sex life, just a life in general that doesn't revolve around Harry and Ron. It's like I am already married and it's to the two of them. There's nothing wrong with the two of them, and they are definitely bring home to your mom types, I just need ... something ... different.'

Hermione was at the bottom of the steps and was watching the throng of Slytherins going into the great hall led by their head of house and fearless leader Severus Snape. They were all so proud. They held their heads up high and were so confident.

'Would I have been more interested in Harry if he had been Slytherin? It is the house of the bad boys after all. Merlin knows that Snape must be the baddest of them all. (Hermione your hormones are affecting your grammar), Can it you nit. Although now that I see those hufflepuffs, the idea of corrupting a little one has it's merits. Not a first year, maybe a fifth. That wouldn't be so bad. Just mess with them a bit. All of them. Now there's a plan.'

Hermione tromped into the great hall wearing the same smile that had been there the entire time, but now her eyes read of mischief.