Don't own the characters...Although, that would be nice


She curiously stared at the reflection she saw in the mirror while absentmindedly fumbling with her brown curly locks.

Look at me,
You may think you see who I really am
but you'll never know me
everyday, its as if i play a part

For a moment, ...for once...she bore her eyes into the stranger's...so familiar and now so distant...

Now i see, if I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart

she glanced away quickly...the tears beginning to form, on the verge of falling for an unfortunate start of a new life...

Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me.
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside.

Yes...her new life..as Mrs. Hermoine Potter...formed by her father's decision...consented be her mother's choice...and planned by the two people she most dearly loved and trusted..oh such sweet betrayal she abruptly thought. she knew that their intents were for her sake..yet it felt like a big stab in the back.

I am now,
in a world where I have to hide my heart,
and what I believe in.
But somehow I will show the world,
whats inside my heart,
and be loved for who I am.

Oh what a mess...For God's sake..it was her wedding day. Not her fairytale wedding..Oh no..nothing of that sort...it almost seemed like a business deal made between the two people who she loved and on that very moment..the strangers who she had followed strict orders from. It was such a sad circumstance for her..This wasn't how she thoughts she'd find true love...SHE HASN'T EVEN MET HER GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH HUSBAND YET...

Who is that girl I see,
staring straight back at me.
Why is my reflection someone I dont know,
must I pretend that i'm,
someone else for all time,
when will my reflection show who I am inside.

she felt a bit guilty for her tactless judgements..she didn't know anything about him except that he's exceptionally born from a wealthy heir...as she was, but still didn't change her growing anxiety,the fear of her life. For now, she wasn't exposed to the negative qualities of the young man…yet. yes she was infuriated..she felt sick to her stomach, and felt unloved.

There's a heart that must be free to fly,
That burns with the need to know the reason why.

Bursting into the door came her made of honor...Ginny...the only friend she can trust for now. If anything, Ginny held more disapproval and concern for the situation than she did herself, but eventually accepted it. There was nothing anyone could do about it.

Why must we all conceal,
what we think,
how we feel.
Must there be a secret me i'm forced to hide.
I won't pretend that i'm,
someone else for all time.

"Hermoine..." She placed her hand on her shoulder lightly squeezing it for comfort, shaking her head furiously, pitying the sight of her unfortunate friend.

"...Hermoine..Don't cry. You'll divorce the guy in six months or so. Until then, we'll try our best.

Now come on. Everyone's wondering whether the bride's either overly excited that she decided to enter fashionably late or she died." A hint of humor made Hermoine smiled softly with her back still turned and her shoulders edgily slumped.

It's time...she thought. Here goes nothing...My last memory of Hermoine Granger.

And she abandoned the now empty room to fit her place as a Potter...

When will my reflection show,
Who I am inside.