Princess Perfect
Professor McGonagall waved her wands.
The papers were handed out, different papers for each person to mark.
'Alright class, the first seven questions were review from fifth year, and the first was:'
Hermione was barely listening, all the questions on the person's paper were correct. It was Malfoy's paper.
McGonagall read out the names.
She reached H. Granger.
'O.' Said a voice.
She reached D. Malfoy.
'O,' Hermione said in a surprised voice.
Murmurs of equal surprise echoed throughout the room.
'Honestly, I ought to give you all more homework! Surely you'd realized that Everyone should have receieved outstanding on this! What a surprise that the only two who got the O were Hermione and Draco!' McGonagall said, enjoying a private joke.
Slight applause echoed throughout the room.
Hermione could feel harry and Ron's gazes burning into her. It surprised her, even!
(A/N, kind of crappy i no, but it gets better)
It was lunch.
Hermione hadn't uttered a word to Ron and Harry, who promptly stopped her as she left the room.
'Whoa Mione, did you catch Malfoy's face?'
'Red, I tell you, enough to match Uncle Vernon's!' laughed Harry.
'Ha-ha guys. I'm late enough as it is.' She said, shovelling macaroni pie and chicken casserole down her throat.
'Mione? Are you OK? You're being a bit, strange.' Harry said.
Hermione got up, and ran to the bathroom.
She'd been doing it since she was small. She shoved two fingers down her throat, throwing up in the toilet. she brushed her teeth furiously, annoyed with Malfoy.
She'd been controlling herself, reluctantly. For the past three months, at least.
It was surprising that the simple revelation that Malfoy was simply, well, smart that mostly unnerved her. There was also the fact that she was disgusted in herself for being disgusted in him.
Life's screwed like that, she told herself.
After she flushed the toilet, Lavender and Parvati rushed into the loo.
'Merlin, Lav, did you see the look on Malfoy's face today! So unbearably sexy!' Parvati said.
'Yyeeesss!' Laughed Lavender.
'And on Hermione's! She looked like someone had shoved a load of gillyweed down her throat! My God, did she have to explode because she was equal to somebody?'
Hermione stomped out of the cubicle.
'Oh, erm, hello Hermione. How's it going?' Lavender said, her face slightly pale.
Parvati had gone dead white, the merriment and rosiness of her cheeks gone.
'Er yes, how's it going, Hermione?' Lavender nudged Parvati, whose mouth was open.
'Fine.' Hermione said icily.
Lavender left, dragging a slightly petrified Parvati by the arm.
