Revenge.
As she gazed into the mirror, apparently lost in her own thoughts, Hermione Granger never really took notice of her own reflection. She didn't see the point. The same face stared back at her every morning, no significant changes had occurred since her school days.
Aged 21 Hermione had still never found her true self. She had evolved from a quiet girl into a similarly quiet woman who had no wish to stand out from the crowd. She was no show stopper; you wouldn't find her face on the front page of the Daily Prophet or look twice at her in the street. Her skin was pale, without even a trace of make-up, she found no use for it, she would often be heard saying she felt it was as though lying to the world about who you truly were but in reality she was insecure, frightened that she would not be taken seriously. Those who knew her from her school days just accepted that Hermione would never change; she would always be the serious girl with the seemingly perfect life, content to go through the same daily routine and let her fiancée live life for her.
Harry was more than happy to oblige in living life for two people as he was famously a dare devil, never shying from challenging situations and he was rewarded for this attitude; he was moving through the ranks in the Auror department with alarming speed. Hermione on the other hand kept her head down in the Department of Magical law Enforcement where hard work was what was rewarded.
A familiar voice awoke her from her trance, " Hermy, we said we would meet Ron in Diagon Alley today or did you forget?"
Hermione jumped, startled that she had not even dressed yet, she hesitated and then replied, "Uh, I'll be two minutes, just got to fix my hair.
Fix her hair? Harry wondered, bewildered when fixing her hair was the last thing Hermione usually cared about.
Hermione threw on the nearest robes that caught her eye, appearances were a trivial thing in her book and after all she was only meeting a friend that had been used to her approach for the majority of her life. She raced down the stairs and muttered a quick "Sorry" to Harry before they travelled to Diagon Alley using the Floo network.
Hermione stood up and brushed the ash from her robes. She watched transfixed as each individual speck twirled intricately before making contact with the ground. She loved to take in every detail of the world around her, she took nothing for granted. She smiled at Harry as they navigated their way through the daily hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley to be confronted by their best friend Ron.
"Harry, Hermione" he beamed, outstretching his hand to each of them in turn, "It has been too long!"
Harry sighed, "I know but unfortunately we don't all have the life of leisure that an international quidditch player does. Work has been so hectic….."
His voice appeared to trail off to Hermione, she wasn't even aware of her surroundings; she was once again surrounded by her own thoughts. She wasn't certain about a lot of things; they would play on her mind often but she herself couldn't pinpoint exactly what was troubling her. Her life had followed the same routine each day, and so far she had always been happy. No she thought to herself I've just been comfortable. Where this thought had come from she didn't know, but she was content to push it to the back of her mind, she had everything she had ever dreamed of and was not just comfortable.
Sorry if it is a little short, this felt the correct place to end this chapter. Please R&R. will try and update soon.