Summary:

Due to Calamity event, Hermione and Harry find lost Mirror of Erised.
What Hermione will see in the Mirror after thirteen years?

Shattered Mirror

She was so naive then.

How she could see a romantic embrace with Ron, how it was possible. The person who broke her heart into million little pieces.

It made no sense now, she knew that. She could feel it with every fiber of her body.

"Hermione." It was Harry's voice, he was beside her. She shook her head and smiled weakly.

"Sorry, Harry." Her voice sounded odd, but he didn't mind it. "I just didn't expect I would see once again Mirror of Erised."

'A coincidence." His short reply was enough to make her mind sober.

Thirteen years passed since their last encounter. Mirror was gone and it showed up only because of Calamity event.

"We need to secure the Mirror and transport it safely to the Ministry of Magic." Harry said and Hermione nodded. " Would you be able to do it? " He wasn't sure, looking at her closely. She seemed upset.

" I'm fine, Harry. I will manage." Her voice was firm. "At the end, this is the responsibility of the Minister of Magic, isn't it?

After some time, Hermione was left alone with the Mirror. It was covered with a cloth, a bit dusty and dirty.

She tried to hold back and not to uncover it. But she failed.

Her trembling hands grabbed the hem of the fabric and she tugged it decisively.

The Mirror of Erised didn't change a bit. On the other hand, Hermione completely changed and she wasn't resembling her seventeen years old self.

She was expecting everything. Seriously, everything.

But... not this.

She stared at the Mirror for a long moment, her face completely blank.

The scene was surreal. Indescribable.

Hermione was pressing her hand on her mouth and wasn't sure she was still breathing. She wasn't sure she could ever close her eyes.

Hermione Granger was standing in front of her face. Almost pinned to the wall.

She was apparently shut up with a kiss. It doesn't seem like a gentle kiss from that perspective. It wasn't a caring or soft kiss either. She could see it was rather raw and urgent. Primal, fiercy, wild.

And the man let her lips go at some point. Instead, he cupped her cheeks. He was panting and so was she.

Hermione blinked a couple of times, trying to calm her own breath. Being a witness to herself couldn't be easy at any point.

He turned them around and pushed her roughly against the wall. This time she was pinned to the wall. He kissed her again, until she felt as if she didn't have any more air and she needed to breath. Her breasts were pushing against his arm, he was pushing against her lower abdomen. Slowly and gently, he was guiding himself. Easing inch after inch inside of her. Skin on skin. She cried out, moaned, looking astonished. Blushed, relaxed.

Contented. Elated. Appeased.

As he did.

When he slid out of her she sank her hands into his long, blonde locks. And kissed Lucius Malfoy gently.

Hermione gasped, trying to control her accelerated breathing.

Mirror of Erised was showing the deepest, most desperate desire of people's hearts.

And she hated this fact, sincerely hated it.

The scene was already gone, but Hermione had it in front of her eyes. Every part of it. It was so real she could nearly touch them.

"Miss Granger." Low, soft, silky voice surprised her. "Auror Potter told me you need my help." He noticed her blushed skin, but didn't comment.

Hermione held her breath and he raised his eyebrow. And then he looked ahead.