Maybe someday, she'd accept her insecurities. Today, however, was not that day.

As she assessed herself in the full-body mirror, she couldn't help but critique her own features.

Face: nothing special, plain, boring. Hair: a complete lost cause; far too bushy, dull, horrible. Body: petite, very un-curvy, too-short legs, bony, flat.

Though Hermione tried to present herself as confident, maybe a bit too much, she couldn't help but stress about her appearance. She was a girl, after all. A girl who helped bring down the most powerful dark wizard of all time, she couldn't restrain from thinking.

She sighed loudly with frustration. Why couldn't she be happy with herself? Her mind flashed back to all the times in her school years, where she never thought herself good enough for anyone as wonderful as Ron.

And yet, a part of her remained an insecure girl in her teens.

She knew full-well Ron didn't think of her the way she thought of herself. Simply being with him boosted her self-confidence; the way he smiled at her when she walked in the room, the look in his eyes after he kissed her, the way he reminded her that she was far too good for him…

She considered this complete rubbish, as she felt the exact opposite; however, she secretly enjoyed his praise. He lifted her up, as he had always done, and she loved him more than anyone could imagine. Not even her.

And that was all she needed.