A.N. a series of one-shots about Harry Potter character's insecurities
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Hermione Granger
Hermione granger stood in the prefects bathroom facing the mirror.
Her busy hair was pulled back in a messy bun, stray clumps were roughly pushed back, her pale face was flushed and her eyes were bloodshot and puffy.
The room was hot... Suffocatingly hot.
Her school clothes were on the floor, all she wore was an tank top and pajama shorts.
Was she beautiful?
Of course not!
She's hideous!
Horrid!
Nothing compared to Lavender Brown!
She was small, her breast were small, nothing compared to Lavenders.
Her hair? Too puffy and normal, Lavender had curly vibrant blonde hair.
Eyes? Hermione had normal dull big brown eyes, Lavender had perfectly angular blue eyes.
Face it... Hermione Granger was nothing compared to beautiful Brown.
Why was this so complicated?
Why did she like Ron so much? He was such an ass!
Why did she have to be a mudblood?
Why was she such a nerd?
No one knew though.
Everyday she acted like she was perfectly fine, that she was living her dream. She was never fake, she was a nerd everyone knew it, she studied, she read whenever she could, she did her homework whenever she could.
She was top of the class.
No one knew that every night she locked herself in the bathroom and cried.
Today was different, Ron was dating Lavender Brown.
She now knew he didn't like her.
Before she knew what she was doing her palms were bleeding.
Hermione had dug her nail into her skin and now she palms throbbed and were bloody.
She didn't care.
Staring at her reflection she saw that she was fat.
Was she fat?
She defiantly wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either.
No, just not a stick.
She needed to be a stick.
Then she began to scream.
Loud.
The longer she yelled the higher her voice got until... The mirror broke.
It shattered into a million pieces.
She felt like she had shattered.
Abruptly she stopped screaming, like someone had popped a bubble, it was whole one minute... Then gone.
She stared at the broken bits of the mirror, then dropped to the floor and sobbed.
She cried.
Her fingers pulled at her hair, banging on the floor, and throwing shards of glass across the room.
She finally snapped, she broke down.
She finally accepted that just because she was magical, she wouldn't get her happy ending.
That was only in fairytales... This was harsh reality.