Madam Pince didn't look up from her book as Hermione passed her desk. Hermione was such a regular that the only reaction she got from Pince was a small wave. She returned it and headed turned to the one section of the library she'd thought she'd ever go to; the only bookcase that held all magical magazines. Hermione looked over them and pulled out Young Witch Weekly, a fashion magazine that Lavender was a big fan of.
Hermione didn't want it for the fashion tips, though there might be a few hair spells she could use. No, Lavender had once shown her a personality test in one of the issues, saying she should take it. Hermione took the magazine to a table and flipped through the pages until she came to the page she wanted.
Personality Test. Which Personality Are You? was scrawled across the top. Below it read Ever wonder what personality type you are? Fill out the quiz on a piece of parchment and write the address at the top. Once finished, you will receive your results and a description of your personality.
Hermione pulled a quill, an ink well, and a piece of parchment toward her. She looked around, but no one was there. She turned to the quiz and looked at the first question.
1. On any day, would you rather: A. Party with friends, B. Flirt with boys, C. Study, D. Have sports practice. Hermione put C on her paper.
2. What is your favorite book? A. Hogwarts: A History, Through the ages, C. Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks, D. Spells and Potions for the Fashionable Witch. Hermione put A on the paper and turned to the next question.
3. You're running late to class. You get there ten minutes after the class has started. What happens? A. You spout out a quick excuse about practice being long. B. The teacher gives you a warning glance, but knows it won't happen again, as you are the best student and you are always on time. C. You slip into an open seat next to a cute boy and charm him for a date. D. You walk in calmly and sit down. Sure you're late, but the prank you pulled was worth it. Hermione chuckled at the last one, knowing it sounded like Fred and George. But she, herself, put down B.
4. What is your favorite class? A. Transfiguration. B. Potions. C. Divination. D. Flying Class. Hermione stared at the question. She had liked Flying class, but, finally, she decided to put down A.
5. What is your favorite past time? A. Studying. B. Quidditch. C. Boys. D. Hanging out with friends. Hermione put down B. She may have the title bookworm, but, if given the chance, she would love to go out and play Quidditch.
6. When a boy asks for help studying, you: A. Agree. He probably isn't very good and needs help. B. Say no. You have practice, but, if he needs help with that, then sure. C. Say yes. You both can study together and get a few laughs from your Herbology jokes. D. Yes. He's the guy you've been flirting with in Potions. This could be a study date. She answered with A. There wasn't really any boy who would want to be near her except for school and trying to beet her to the snitch.
7. A boy from a rival house/school says something mean about your house/school. You: A. Yell at him that your team is the best and you'll prove it at their next game. B. Ignore him. You have more studying to do. C. Lodge a few stink bombs in his face. D. Flirt with him. Hey, he's cute. Doesn't matter he's the enemy. Hermione laughed and put down A. That had happened to her just a few days ago.
8. What does your wardrobe look like? A. Skirts and blouses, cute things to catch eyes. B. Sports gear. You're too involved with sports to war anything else. C. Jeans and t shirts; they're comfortable for studying. D. Clothes and robes with hidden pockets to stash fun pranks and tricks. She put down C. She had a few sports things, but mostly, it was studying clothes. A wardrobe change was in order after this.
9. Where are you taking this quiz? A. Common room. B. Library. C. On the bleachers. D. In my favorite boy watching spot. Hermione put B.
10. Why are you taking this quiz? A. Killing time between classes and waiting for friends. B. Killing time until practice. C. Curious about my personality. D. Waiting for a cute boy to walk by. Hermione thought and put C. It was the closest thing to the truth.
Hermione wrote the address at the top of the parchment and her answered. After waiting for a moment, her results were back. You are an oxymoron. You are a Sporty Bookworm. Though studious, and misconstrued as a loner, you are a team player and loyal to your group. You stick up for your team and help them, but many consider you a know-it-all. A favorite of the teachers and always on time, you get along with the staff. If only you had the same success for witches and wizards your age.
Hermione gave a small smile. It sounded like her. She was about to fold it up and toss it in the trash, but something at the bottom caught her eyes.
Who is your perfect guy? She stared at it for a moment before shrugging. Why not? She'd taken a stupid personality test and it hadn't killed her. Maybe this one would be fun. She touched the words with her pen and her a question popped up under the results of her first quiz.
1. What do you look for in a boyfriend? Hermione didn't see any multiple choice. She wrote 'Intelligence, strong, able to hold his own.' Once she was done writing, the question faded, along with her answer, and another appeared.
2. Do looks matter to you? 'A little. It wouldn't hurt if he were cute.' This question, too, faded when she had answered it. It seemed it was a go as you're asked quiz. The next question came up.
3. Describe your perfect date. Hermione paused. She'd never been on a date. Sure, she'd gone with Viktor to the dance, but was that a date? She didn't think it was. What was her perfect date? 'A nice picnic in front of a fire place, talking about books, Quidditch, music, and history. Afterwards, he'd kiss me goodnight.'
4. One last question. How would you spend your winter holidays with the last boy you kissed? Hermione stared at the question. What? What did this question have anything to do with what guy would fall for her? The last boy she kissed. Draco Malfoy. Angrily, she penned her reply. 'Avoiding that ferret face.' The question and answer vanished. Her results came in.
The boy that is perfect for you, is a Bad boy but intelligent individual. On the outside, he'll be hard and mean. On the inside, he'll have a romantic side reserved for only a handful of people, you included. He'll have a brain, as evident of the pranks and trouble he's gotten into, but he will have an intellect that matches your own. Don't dismiss him so quickly. You'll get angry at each other, But it won't be pointless. You know what they say. 'Opposites attract.'
Hermione read over the results and the only bad boy who had a brain her thoughts went to, was Draco Malfoy. No Way! She crumpled the parchment and threw it in a trashcan. No way was Malfoy going to fall for her, or her for him. That git was a thorn in her side. She hadn't really minded it in first year. But when he'd gotten onto the Slytherin Quidditch team in his second year, she'd just hated him. He'd become more arrogant and snide. She stood and walked out of the library, leaving the magazine on the table and forgetting about the pile of books she had wanted to check out for the holidays.
As she stepped out of the hallway, a ghost figure flew past her. She stopped and looked up. "Peeves," she said.
The troublesome poltergeist floated above her, laughing. "If it isn't beaver!" he chortled happily. "Beaver all alone this holiday?"
Hermione inwardly winced. Now the ghosts were remarking on her status? "Leave me alone, Peeves," she said, walking past him.
Peeves followed her, floating above her and to the side. "Oh, come now, Beaver," he said with his stupid grin. "Just because Potty and Weasley didn't take you with them, doesn't mean you have to be snippy with me."
Hermione kept walking. "Leave me alone, Peeves," she repeated.
"And here I thought you'd loosen up after kissing Malfoy," Peeves said.
She stopped in her tracks and glared at him. "Why does everyone have to bring that thing up?" she asked.
Peeves laughed, pulling out a piece of parchment. "I make a nice flyer for being dead, don't you think?" he asked, showing it to her. It was a flyer from the Great Hall.
Hermione frowned and said, "I should have known it would be you."
"I like making flyers," he said, pulling out another piece of parchment. "I'm making this one next. Ah-hem," he cleared his throat and looked at the paper in his hands. " 'The boy that is perfect for you, will be a Bad boy but intelligent individual'."
Hermione gaped as the poltergeist continued to read her results of that stupid quiz. He was going to make this a poster? He'd tell the entire school that she had taken a quiz from a fashion magazine. They'd think she was pathetic.
Peeves finally finished his reading and looked down at her. "You know," he said, drawing her attention back up to him. "This sounds a lot like Draco Malfoy." Hermione paled. "I wonder what people will say when they find out that, not only did you two kiss, but you got his description as your perfect guy." He shook the parchment and said, "Well, I'm off to the press."
He turned and started floating away. Hermione ran after him. "Peeves! Give that back!" she yelled, following him down the stairs. "Peeves!"
The poltergeist only laughed and vanished through a wall. Hermione was running to quickly and couldn't stop in time. She ran full force into the wall, her arms outstretched. Her hands hit first, and then her front. Hermione fell back onto the ground and groaned. Stupid Peeves. Thankfully, there weren't many students staying over the holiday.
Hermione put her hands under her to push herself up, and fell back. Her wrists felt sprained. Great. Peeves had her test results, was going to make it into flyers for the whole school to see, saying that it was Mafloy; and, on top of that, her wrists were sprained. It was moments like this that she wanted to just crawl up and cry. So, she leaned against the wall, in the deserted corridor, and pulled her knees up. She folded her arms over her knees and, resting her forehead on them, let loose a sob.
AN: Awww. Poor Hermione. It just isn't her day, is it? Review and help Hermione have a better day.