Draco Malfoy walked into the Library where he instantly bumped into someone. The girl's books fell to the floor and she muttered a sorry, as she quickly tried to collect all her belongings. Draco bent down to help the girl, and once the girl saw who it was, she quickly stood back up with her books.

"Malfoy," she growled.

"Granger, you might want to get your eyes checked before you kill someone."

"Whatever, Malfoy," she said walking away. He realized that she wasn't wearing the glasses that she was usually seen wearing, and he noted that she looked a lot better without them on. Once Granger was out of his sight, Malfoy went to walk deeper into the Library when he stepped on a book, a book he guessed to belong to Granger. He opened the cover and was met with an intricate drawing of the glasses that she usually wore perched on her nose. Under it he read:

Can you see? Of course I can. The glass and metal lying on my face are here for a reason. Shoot some colorful words at me. Nerd. Geek. Or my ultimate favorite: four eyes. While you're busy worrying about me, I'm off fulfilling my desires. How, you ask?

Well how much time do you have?

As I sit here, you probably wonder what kind of desires I have, what kinds of things that I've done, what I've gotten away with. I bet you've outlined my whole life from this scrap of metal on my face.

She's a smart goody-two-shoes who'd rather spend her time in the library than in the club. She'd have more fun researching the origins of beer than drinking it. She'd rather be planting trees than smoking them. From what I can see, you think I'm this holier-than-thou person who's never told her mummy, "No." I probably fall between the rankings of a Mother Theresa or a Queen Elizabeth. You probably think I enjoy endless hours of the news. My only crush has probably been on Anderson Cooper.

While you're busy thinking up more probabilities, allow me to shatter your ideas.

While all this may be true, what if I told you that these glasses are fake?

You've spent all this time thinking I'm some intelligent girl scout, but you've been wrong this whole time, haven't you? The second the glasses came off my face, the light bulb turned on, you bit the apple, you had an epiphany. Instantly, a million ideas flew around in your head. Maybe I'm not the angel you thought I was. You painted this picture of me based on some preconceived notion that I play the role of the scholarly student. Let me be the first to say that you're no Michelangelo. As you ponder this, and let your thoughts do a 180, I can imagine some of your thoughts.

Drinker? Druggie? Promiscuous?

All of a sudden, I've gone from being this star student to this out-of-control person who can't make a single good decision.

Except I can.

I put the glasses back on, and I'm back on the pedestal. The game has changed again and you're not sure what to think of me anymore. Am I a partygoer who likes to spend her weekends having sex and getting high or am I an overachieving student who spends her time squirming in anticipation over going back to school? Allow me to school you.

You have no idea who I am, and I have every intention of keeping it that way. So, if these glasses really are fake, does that make me a liar? No. It makes me smart, but you already knew that, didn't you?

Smirking, Draco decided that he'd have a lot of fun bumping into her tomorrow when she walked out of the library at 7:58.