SHATTERED GLASS
by o
supported by sPECTARE, cUPERE, cAPERE, part of aGAINST aLL rEASONS
part one: hermione.
hermione paid for her latte and strolled out of the cafe, smiling as the bells jingled, signalling she was leaving the shop. everyone looked up when they heard the tinkling sound, and they all stared at her in wonder. who was this woman, who could walk with her head so high, her unruly hair flowing down past her elbows, far from tame and yet exactly what made her so ... incredible? a look in her eyes that was both wild and calm, that made her look completely happy with life?
strolling down the street, hermione could feel eyes on her. she knew why. it wasn't like she was an every-day girl anymore. she wasn't beautiful, really. she didn't look like a model for victoria's secret or anything like that. she was exotic. radiant. better than the plain old beautiful.
she was humming a song, a song only she knew, and it made people wonder what song it was and why she was humming it and what it meant to her.
it wouldn't mean anything to anyone else. no one could ever understand the song ... the song that rounded out hermione's life and made her feel ... whole.
she reached her apartment building and pulled out her key. unlocking the door, she let herself in, pocketing the key and beaming to one of her several neighbors; never mind she didn't know his name. she walked up the steps, and even though her apartment was on the seventh floor, she didn't falter. not once.
hermione's smile was still plastered to her face as she opened the door, but once inside ...
her entire face fell; and the light that had seemed to surround her turned to darkness as she crumpled to the floor and sobbed into her arms.
to everyone else in the world, hermione granger had everything. she *was* everything. a successful business woman, living in a fancy apartment where fancy dinner parties catered by fancy companies were held. the ministry of magic could always turn to her.
but hidden behind hermione's smile was a life ... a shattered life. one she could not piece back together.
shattered.
and there was no way to change it.
a/n: this is just an introduction, i promise! it'll get better!
by o
supported by sPECTARE, cUPERE, cAPERE, part of aGAINST aLL rEASONS
part one: hermione.
hermione paid for her latte and strolled out of the cafe, smiling as the bells jingled, signalling she was leaving the shop. everyone looked up when they heard the tinkling sound, and they all stared at her in wonder. who was this woman, who could walk with her head so high, her unruly hair flowing down past her elbows, far from tame and yet exactly what made her so ... incredible? a look in her eyes that was both wild and calm, that made her look completely happy with life?
strolling down the street, hermione could feel eyes on her. she knew why. it wasn't like she was an every-day girl anymore. she wasn't beautiful, really. she didn't look like a model for victoria's secret or anything like that. she was exotic. radiant. better than the plain old beautiful.
she was humming a song, a song only she knew, and it made people wonder what song it was and why she was humming it and what it meant to her.
it wouldn't mean anything to anyone else. no one could ever understand the song ... the song that rounded out hermione's life and made her feel ... whole.
she reached her apartment building and pulled out her key. unlocking the door, she let herself in, pocketing the key and beaming to one of her several neighbors; never mind she didn't know his name. she walked up the steps, and even though her apartment was on the seventh floor, she didn't falter. not once.
hermione's smile was still plastered to her face as she opened the door, but once inside ...
her entire face fell; and the light that had seemed to surround her turned to darkness as she crumpled to the floor and sobbed into her arms.
to everyone else in the world, hermione granger had everything. she *was* everything. a successful business woman, living in a fancy apartment where fancy dinner parties catered by fancy companies were held. the ministry of magic could always turn to her.
but hidden behind hermione's smile was a life ... a shattered life. one she could not piece back together.
shattered.
and there was no way to change it.
a/n: this is just an introduction, i promise! it'll get better!