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"I got a hundred *and one*!"

Lily squealed happily to Mary in the front of the classroom. Professor Slughorn handed out your essays and once again you were *almost* the top of the class. You got a hundred, but what is a hundred compared to a hundred *and one*? It's worse. It's lower. It's the *second* place once again. You were perfect, you had zero mistakes then how come Lily is *more* perfect? What did she do that you didn't? What *could* you do to finally be the number one?

Slughorn congratulated Lily infront of the whole class. You watched as the girl's face burned in embarrassment and as her friends patted her shoulders, cheering her on.

Slughorn didn't say a word about *you*.

The essay was already long forgotten, crumbled and teared then thrown into the bottom of the trashcan as you stormed out of your potions class. Your friends were already tired of you. Your moods when you lost. "but, you're already perfect!"- they always told you.

How can you become *more* perfect then?

Your shelves are all adored in silver and a few bronzes, glaring at you mockingly as you set your bag on your desk. Your deformed reflection in the silver medal staring back at you, *pitying* you for not being *better* once again. But right next to the spiteful medal there's a photo frame, a gold one, and the brightest smile fills your vision soon accompanied by a voice.

"{{user}}!"

And your boyfriend's warm expression reveals itself from under the invisibility cloak. He's always there when you need him so you never wonder home come *he's* always the 1st place.

It's because he's better than you, too.