She stared into the glass. He large brown eyes searching for something…anything. Her expressive eyes flittered over her appearance, glistening with tears of shame and embarrassment.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself as her eagle eyes raked over her bra clad appearance. She glared at her savage looking teeth and her slightly rounded stomach.
"Why can't I have her looks? Why can't I be perfect like her?"
She let her imagination wander to Lavender. Her perfect blonde ringlets, the always present perfectly pressed pink bow prepped up on top of her shiny soft looking locks. Her slightly too short shirt that emphasized her mile long tanned legs that had boys back tracking and blatantly staring every time she bent over which was perfectly complimented with her too tight shirt that stretched against her double-D's every time she shifted. Her perfect white smile and her tight, toned, tanned stomach paired with a completion that would make a model cry in shame.
Lavender had the perfect clothes, the perfect make up to compliment her perfectly angular features that seemed almost supernaturally perfect. She had the perfect life which now, much to the disappointment of the female population (and herself) the perfect boyfriend.
She gently lifted up one of the many frizzy, dull and lifeless curls that was referred to as her hair. She pulled together all said curls into a tight pony tail in the middle of her head.
Perfect!
Damn! A loose curl had escaped her tight hair tie and was now lying over her left eye.
"Pfft" she breathed as she tried to blow the curl back into place.
'SNAP!' her hair elastic exploded causing her curls to leap out of their confinement.
A tear of frustration dripped down her cheek.
She only wished she had someone to talk to, confide in.
One of the many downsides to having guys as best friends was that you have no one who truly understands you.
She stubbornly brushed the tear from her cheek and blinked rapidly in an attempt to stem the flow of the inevitable waterfall.
She wasn't perfect. She knew that. She was chubby. She had buck teeth. She had bushy hair. She was controlling. She could be annoying. She was a bookworm. She was smart, sometimes too smart and border lining arrogance. Yes, she knew all that.
But she was Hermione Jean Granger.
She was the brightest witch of her generation.
She was Harry Potter's best friend and part of the infamous Golden Trio.
She had faced trials in order to get to the Philosopher's Stone.
She had been petrified whilst discovering the secret of the Chamber of Secrets.
She had discovered the lair and true story of a notorious Prisoner of Azkaban.
She had assisted Harry in the challenges of the Tri Wizard Tournament thanks to the Goblet of Fire.
She had, along with five others, faced a group of Voldemort's most deadly and dangerous Death Eaters along with the Order of the Phoenix.
She was Hermione Jean Granger.
She could do anything.
She would get through this.
She would show him,
She would show her.
She would show them all.