Don't own HP. Kinda what I've been feeling like lately—after all, I am the Human Hermione, so I thought that maybe she'd feel a bit like this too sometimes.

. Curse.x.

Intelligence is the great scourge upon me. In a world of people who "oooh" and "ahhh" over my supposedly infinite knowledge, it is always all I can do to smile and not mention how ecstatic I would be to trade them IQ levels. At first, to be smart seems like a blessing, and I cannot deny that I always got some sort of bizarre enjoyment out of coming out at the top of my class every year. I was destined for great things, they told me—scholarships, university, and a fantastic job. But then, once you realize that you've come to be "The Prodigy" and "That Smart Girl Over There," you've now got a quota of perfect papers that you must attain every week—and that quota is all of them. You have to maintain a certain standard of A's and O's, because, if you don't, the world just sort of…falls apart.

People assume that I know everything, but I know this better than anything I've ever read in a book:

Intelligence is my gift, but it is also my curse.