Challenge 2: mirrors

Where Are You?
Rating: PG
AN: I was listening to Justin Roman & Soluna's "Where Are You" while writing…
Word Count: 316

"This?" Ginny asked hopefully, holding up a large round mirror with a gold frame.

"Get whatever you want, Gin," Hermione said, smiling weakly, before turning around to rummage in the large bin of trinkets. "It's your room, anyway."

"Alright." Ginny sighed, shooting Hermione a look of worry when she wasn't looking, and turned away to pick another mirror.

Hermione carefully walked along the aisle, examining the different shapes and kinds of mirrors and perfume bottles. She wasn't really paying attention to anything. She didn't even notice that she was running her fingers along a plain square mirror.

She did notice her reflection, though. Her face was a bit sallow and…sad. She sighed and let her eyes wander elsewhere before she completely stopped on a corner above her shoulder. There, reflected on the mirror, was a man with a pale face, blonde, with silver eyes. He was standing outside the shop, looking through the window.

She gasped. He seemed to realize that she saw his reflection, too, because he looked shocked.

Hermione whirled around. He wasn't there anymore. She scrambled towards the door and struggled to search for the familiar head in the busy London street.

"Hermione! Why'd you run off?" She could hear Ginny ask as soon as the latter exited, too.

"Gin, I saw—I think…" she stammered hopelessly. She was breathing fast and she could hear her heart pumping wildly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Hermione. He can't be here. He doesn't belong here," Ginny said, trying to drag Hermione back into the shop.

"But I swear it was him!" Hermione protested, although letting herself get pulled.

As soon as the door closed, Draco stepped out of the shadows across the street. A clammy hand tightly clutched his shoulder.

"Come, Draco. You've seen her already. The Dark Lord waits for no one."

Draco weakly nodded and followed the shadow without a backwards glance at the shop.