Disclaimer: I do not have any claim to Harry Potter, and I make no profit. I simply love the characters.
The view point is Hermione/Lucius
Hermione looked at the light streaming through the one of the many windows of Gryffindor Tower. It illuminated the small heater in the center of the room. She cast a Tempus and to her dismay realized it was 6:30 A.M. She was the only girl in her year that was awake. She was in the last year of her schooling. After the fall of Voldemort, she, Harry, and Ron all decided to return. At twenty-one years old (thanks to that Time-Turner in 3rd year), she was still in school. She was not in college as she had once thought she would be, but in school.
She walked to the large mirror on the other side of the room and stared at her reflection. She was dressed in ill-fitting pajamas, had small breasts, was not "cursed with curves", and her hair was always a mess. Her bed head was her everyday hair, no matter how many times she brushed it. She wished she were pretty. Something one could look at and admire like a piece of art. At twenty-one years old, and she felst she had a worse body than some fifteen-year olds.
Annoyed by her superficiality, she picked up a book about potions and started reading. But, in her mind, she resolved that she would work at making herself more attractive and more confident in her own skin.
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He woke up in his room and turned his face towards the light shining through the large window of his bedroom. He pulled the Slytherin green covers of him and walked into the bathroom. He had a visit for Hogwarts planned for the day and he had to be punctual and make a good impression. The school wanted to implement a new system for some of the older (and returning) students to take their NEWTS early and become apprentices at the school. As he was on the Board of Governors, he was the one to discuss the details with the new headmistress. The only foreseeable silver lining was his visit to his son.
He looked into the talking mirror that hung just above the sink. As usual, it complimented him on his looks. With a flick of his wand, his clothes for the day were ready to be put on and his hair was nearly pulled back into a ponytail with a silver and green ribbon. He changed his attire and smiled as he noticed how well the clothes suited him. Once again, the mirror spouted off a comment about how aristocratic he looked.
He felt ready to take on anything, and he would surely look powerful to the students and the professors at the private school. After all, he had to show the strength behind the Malfoy family and show that their name could never be tarnished. The fall of his Dark Lord was in the past and he would shape the future. Everything would benefit him and his son, of course.
A/N: Thank you for reading, I know it's short, but it's meant to be. I promise I'll try to continually write for this story. I hope you enjoy and please leave a review. (I do understand that sometimes there is no time for that, as nice as it would be.)
