Desire
Hermione stared at the mirror, transfixed at the sight. She knew she shouldn't be here, like she knew she shouldn't have been coming here for the past week, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to know about that mirror that Ron and Harry had talked to her about. She had combed the castle, and found a small side-chamber, only opening when she gave the password. Her intent was to come, look at the mirror, and go away. The Mirror of Erised was a very rare magical object. That was the only reason she kept coming back. Or so she told herself.
Because in her heart, she knew it was wrong, and she should stop breaking the rules, and that it wasn't right to dwell on dreams. And that her desire was foolish and petty. But she couldn't help it.
Because Hermione saw herself in that mirror, but much prettier, with straight blonde hair, and deep blue eyes, and stunning white teeth, and exactly like all the beautiful models. Not only that, but she was also surrounded by people, all of them wanting to be her friend. She was pretty and popular. She wasn't laughed at or scorned. No one called her teacher's pet when she got top marks, and in the mirror, everyone loved her. And Hermione knew what she wanted. It was a foolish, petty want, but it was her deepest desire.
Hermione Granger wanted to fit in.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, the Mirror of Erised, but everyone owns the desire to fit in.
A/N: I have to say that I sort of incorperated my own feelings in this piece. Don't worry, I'm not depressed anymore, I just wanted to get out my anger. The moment has passed. Now go on, review. Now. Seriously. Stop reading.
