Author: Meltha
Rating: G
Feedback: Yes, thank you. Meltha
Spoilers: Very, very vague ones for book six.
Distribution: Fanfiction.net and the Bunny Warren. If you're interested, please let me know.
Summary: Draco has always been good at twisting words.
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by J.K. Rowling, a wonderfully creative author whose characters I have borrowed for a completely profit-free flight of fancy. Kindly do not sue me, please, as I am terrified of you. Thank you.
Author Note: Written for challenge 4 of round three at Dramione_ldws. Two-hundred and fifty words, use of the phrase "to me, you are perfect."

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The Hogwarts Express puffed onwards as the meeting of new prefects came to a close.

“That’s about all,” said the Head Boy, Cornelius Kettletop, a Ravenclaw, “except we need someone with decent handwriting to make up a list of the new prefects and hang it outside the Great Hall. Any volunteers?”

Hermione’s hand went up, as usual, but Draco’s raised arm caught Kettletop’s eye first, probably from the sheer shock of the offer.

“Fine, Malfoy,” he said cautiously. “Have it done by dinner tonight.”

Draco nodded, and as the compartment emptied, he remained behind, pulling parchment, ink and quill from his bag. However, if anyone had been watching closely, the look of mischief on his face would have been obvious.

After the start of term feast finished, the students exited the Great Hall, walking past the announcements tacked on the notice board. Ron drifted over to the list of prefects, wanting to see his name, and immediately let out a howl of laughter.

“Nice spelling, Malfoy!” he yelled at Draco, who had been watching the scene.

Hermione immediately read the parchment and frowned.

“I should have expected you’d purposely bungle mine,” she said to Draco, and before he could say a word, she stomped up the stairs, glaring furiously.

Draco read the list of names. Each was followed by the word “prefect,” except for Hermione’s. He had intentionally misspelled her new title, hoping she might understand his hidden meaning.

“It’s no mistake. To me, you are perfect,” he said quietly.