The fate of Hermione Granger
Warning: This is a definite Mature rate. It might seem innocent for now, but near the middle and end, will contain smut.
The Sun shone through the Crystallized window, thanks to the ice which had coated it the previous night. It glowed over the bed of a young woman who was wrapped like a slug by her quilt. She stirred as her alarm beeped, magically made to only wake her up out of the five girls in the dorm. Finally finding her way through the maze of the quilt, she let out a deep sigh, stretched out her limbs and then rubbed the sleep away from the corners of her eyes. The bitter cold breathed onto her toes, making her shiver through her whole body. At last, she realised that she couldn't occupy the bed any longer, and braced herself for even more cold air to embrace her, by throwing the quilt over the bed, and quickly getting up.
She looked around her dorm, at the four other girls sleeping peacefully, all engulfed by their duvets. Mentally cursing for distracting herself, she set to the task of getting ready. She took off her pyjamas and slipped on her dedicated orange top and black trousers. Her feet slapped against the cold hard stone floor as she walked towards the mirror. In her opinion, she looked horrid. After having to live in a tent for a year on the run, she decided to indulge in food. This resulted in her skinny boyish frame to be replaced by thick curves. Others would comment on these transformations, saying that it made her look more feminine and grown up, but in her own opinion, she felt fat. She couldn't help it, but the way that when she sat she had rolls coating her stomach, and her thighs would rub painfully every time they were close together. The worst part was that she knew people only said them things to make her feel better, they realised she was insecure now, she wasn't the strong brave Hermione who didn't care about these things anymore. Since defeating Voldermort, she had grown up, she now had time to think about these things, about herself more. Before she would be too wrapped up in her School work, with at the same time worrying endlessly about defeating the darkest wizard of all time, but now that weight was lifted from her shoulders and she would now have time to wonder. Wonder about her life, her personal problems. She was now 17, and all she ever had done was kiss two guys, and she knew she was worth nothing more.
Shaking her head, she brought herself back to reality; it would not do to be late for work. She furiously grabbed her hair, and pulled it back, fixing it into a messy bun. She grabbed her wand from the side table, and swiftly exited the dorm room, her friends never knowing what she was doing. Quickly hopping down the stairs, she located her biker boots, which were getting old, but would do for now. She slipped them on and fastened the laces, then tucked them inside. She knew she would be horrified if anyone saw her looking like this, doing what she was doing, but it had to be done.