I look in the mirror and I see me. That's all, just me.
Some times I'm O.K. with what I see. I admire the way my hair forms ringlets naturally, or the fact that I'm not fat and have muscle definition.
Then there are times that I see myself. It's no wonder I don't have a boyfriend. I'm to skinny, my hair is frizzy and my eyes are a plane ugly brown. No one wants me, no one ever could.
"Hermione?" came a familiar voice from behind her. "Are you alright? You've been sitting in front of that mirror for hours. Have you been crying?"
"No Parvati," said Hermione turning around and attempting a smile. "I'm fine. You should be used to how I look in a mirror. I don't like what I see. I always act like this."
"No you don't," said Lavender. "Some times you frown at yourself in the mirror, but you never sit in front of it for hours crying. What's wrong? You've been acting like this ever since you got that owl this morning."
"I'm fine," said Hermione, trying not to cringe. She had not thought it had been that obvious. "I just want to be alone. I think I'll go to the library. No one is ever there except me." She got up and went out the dormitory door, the two girls stairing after he concernedly. They probably don't really care, she thought as she went down the staircase.
She hurried out the Griffindor common room and out the portrait hole befor any one else could feign concern. She ran down the corridor and turned the first corner she found and leaned up against the wall.
She stared at the crumpled letter in her hand. The owl that morning had, in fact, been the reason for her being in a stupor.
She had thought that Vicktor Krum had feelings for her. Maybe he had at one time, but he obviously did not any more.
"You're a great girl. Whoever ends up with you will be lucky…" Not the words of someone attracted to you, the words of a friend. No one liked her and she did not blame them.
"What's the matter Granger? Get an A minus on a paper?" Why was Malfoy up near Griffindor tower?
"Shove it Malfoy," Hermione responded. She did not feel like dealing with him right now. "I slapped you once and I can do it again." The threat was only half hearted and she did not care. Evidently Malfoy noticed to.
"Oh, come on Granger, you can do better than that!" Why did he seem to care? "Come on Hermione, what's the matter?" her head snapped up when he said this.
"What did you say?" she asked cautiously. He was acting weird.
"I said 'what's the matter?'" he responded exasperatedly.
"that's not what I mean," she said. "Did you say my name?"
"Yah, so?" He sounded surprised.
It's just you've never said my name. You've always called me 'Granger' or 'Mudblood.'" She was confused.
"What do you know?" he said. "You're right." He sounded amused. "So, what's the matter?" he repeated.
Am I actually having a civil conversation with Draco Malfoy?
"Do you remember Vicktor Krum?" she asked him even though she was sure he did. Might as well talk to him as long as he was being civil.
"Of course I do," he said. "Didn't you two have a thing?"
"That's what I thought," she said gesturing with the letter. "But evidently we're just friends. Not that I blame him," she was rambling, "there's nothing special about me and I'm not attracti—"
She was cut off by his lips pressing themselves to hers with his hands on the back of her neck to pull her in.
At first she tensed, but then she relaxed into the kiss putting one hand in the middle of his back and the other on the back of his neck. Her head was spinning. This was her first kiss, and it was amazing! After not to long, it turned into a full fledged make-out session.
All the sudden she realized what she was doing and pulled away. Actually it was more of her pushing him away since she was against the wall.
"I'm sorry Draco," she said becoming panicky. "I have to be some where." And whith that she ran away not looking back. Someone had finally shown interest and it was the last person she thought it would be.
As she ran through the halls, all she could think was, What do I see when I look in the mirror?