Hermione looked in the mirror. She sighed. She pushed her stomach in with her hand so it appeared flatter. She turned to her side and she accused herself of having a figure that no boy would like, it wasn't perfect. All she could think about was all the other girls at school who had the perfect figure. The figure guys would kill for; the figure that Hermione would kill for.
As Hermione walked through the grounds of Hogwarts, she glanced around and saw all the girls who looked down on her. They glared at her meaning to say hide yourself away from the world, coz you're not like us. You're not perfect. And you never will be.
Hermione ran to her dorm, locked the door and cry. She would cry her sorrows. She would think about how she would never be perfect. She would think no matter how hard she tried, she would never fit in. Sure, Harry and Ron were her friends and they made her feel welcome but there was just an empty space inside Hermione that neither Harry nor Ron's friendship could fill.
Hermione wiped her face clean, despite the red blotches that remained on her cheeks and looked in the mirror. Hermione started to cry tears of sadness. She tried to stop, but the tears kept coming. She knew right then that she needed to end it. She needed to end the looks. She needed to end the comments. She just needed to end it.
