Title: Looking Glass
Author: LupinLovesTonks
Rated: PG13 - R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters are trademarks of JK Rowling. No money was made from the writing of this fic.
Summary: They both craved love and adventure outside of what everyone said they were. But do the things Hermione crave truly lie through the looking glass?
Additional: We all know Hermione Granger is the smartest witch of the age at Hogwarts. But what she truly wants is nothing more than love to make all her studying seem worthwhile. But on the other side of the looking glass, Hermione still has all the grades to make a Ravenclaw jealous and desires the same things as the one she sees in the mirror each night. But when Mirror Hermione convinces Real Hermione to change places. Will the real Hermione like what greets her on the other side?

Warning: Some things may get somewhat confusing as it will deal with both book HP and "looking glass" HP. But I'll make sure to indicate when it changes. Will contain some dark themes, angst, and sexual overtones as well as a rather evil Lupin O,o; Read at your own risk.

Prologue - Part Two
On the other side of the looking glass...

Gods, she loved being bad. Smart, seductive, and everything Hermione Granger was meant to be. But it didn't change the fact she knew all the girls were jealous. That was why they would call her all sorts of rude names behind her back. She also had to admit that the girls would love to be friends with the guys that she "played with".

Even a few teachers had started to realize they couldn't resist her charm. She was a raving, seductress that could test the minds of the wisest witch or wizard of the age. Several teachers had told her, so it had to be true. Though, nothing could beat the way she would have to pout and sweet talk Harry and Ron into doing their work. But, being the smart girl she was, Hermione knew better than to get "tangled up" with her two best friends.

But she wasn't entirely without care or emotions for what the girls would say about her. No, there had been several times Harry and Ron had been there to help her get things back together when the bad mouthing got too much. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her than books, bushy hair, and guys that would never be anything but play things in her little black book. Somehow, she wanted more.

She didn't want to be known as the whore of Hogwarts. She wanted to finally find that person that made her skin shiver with excitement when they touched her. And made her sometimes forget herself. She wanted to see love and adoration in the eyes of a lover that she knew would hold her for all enternity.

She sighed heavily and wiped the heat steam from off the bathroom mirror and looked into her own eyes. "It's so easy being you," she whispered. "All you have to do is look like me. You don't have to put up with the things they say and do to me."

With a heavy sigh, Hermione got dressed for bed and went to her dormitory.

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Hermione haphazardly scribbled down the assignment Professor Lupin had set. Her eyes watched every stroke of his hand as he manually wrote the assignment on the black board. After he was done, he turned to the class again. Hermione shifted in her seat slightly.

"That is all," he said with that smile she found so captivating. "Hermione, please stay after for a few moments would you? I need to have a few words with you about... the extra credit assignment you've been taking on."

She gave Ron and Harry a smile. "I'll meet back up with you in the common room," she promised sweetly. "Then we can get started on the love spell essay."

Both lads looked between her and Lupin wearily before nodding silently and walking out. She chewed her lip nervously. They hadn't even pouted about the prospect of doing their work. Instead, they had acted like they knew something. She had the sudden panic of wondering if they did know about her "extra credit".

As soon as the last student left, Lupin flicked his wand and the door slammed shut and locked. "Do you have it?" he asked gruffly.

"Yes Professor," she said quietly, removing a vial from her bag. Her hands were trembling at the thought of what would happen if she couldn't fight the effects of the potion in her hands. But she had taken the assignment on herself, so she couldn't blame anyone but herself for the repercusions. But a nagging sense in the back of her mind was telling her that a professor should have at least the decency not to agree to her testing of love potions.

Then again, she didn't care. For some ungodly reason she was attracted to the dark, dangerous type. And one couldn't get much darker or dangerous than a self-confident werewolf. But she had chosen him to see if she could fight the effects of the potions, so it was all technically her fault.

"Close your eyes Miss Granger and drink it," he said in a low tone. "Let's see if this one turns out as effectively as the last one."

She wanted to slap him. The last one had been disasterous. Though he was right about one thing, it had been very effective. She removed the top from the vial and closed her eyes before draining it empty. She could feel the cool liquid as it went down her throat and into her stomach. A familiar warmth spread through her body as the potion began to take it's effect within her.

Fight it, she told herself. You're stronger than this. You are not weak. Her mind was filled with images of the man sitting in front of her, her mind was wanting her to open her eyes and look at him. She refused to do so until she felt she had control of the effects. Finally, the warmth resided and Hermione took in a deep breath. The images were gone, as were the impulses that she had only moments before been feeling.

A proud smile went to her lips as she opened her eyes. "I think I did it," she boasted. Her eyes locked with the professor's and she gasped sharply as the warmth and the impulses returned with added force this time.

"Fight it Miss Granger," Lupin purred. His eyes were heavy as he watched her fidgetting, trying to fight off the added effects. A somewhat cocky half-smile was evident on his thin lips. "This one tries three times to get the taker to give in, this is only the second time."

By time Hermione regained control of herself, she was leaning over Lupin, her face a mere three inches from his. Her hands were clutching the arms of his chair tightly. She panted heavily and whimpered slightly.

"You should be ashamed of yourself Professor," Hermione panted.

"I can look at myself in the mirror with a clean conscious. I've done nothing wrong Miss Granger. These experiments are all your idea. Besides, should anyone find out, I'm fairly sure they would believe that you had slipped them into my own drinks before they would believe a student that drinks her own love potions." His wicked smile broadened. "But, at least now you know how it feels to have these spells on yourself so that you won't be tempted to test them on teachers ever again, will you?"

Her heart started beating faster. "I didn't know she wanted to use it on you," she whimpered. "Another student, maybe, but... If I had known."

"Maybe next time you will consider the feelings of whomever it is going to be used on, even if you don't know who the purchasure wants to use it on," Lupin snarled. Suddenly, his eyes softened and he placed a hand on her cheek. "Punishment and lessons in humility Miss Granger. It's not very fun being powerless against another person, is it?"

She closed her eyes again, her body was beginning to tremble with the next wave of warmth from the love potion. "No," she whispered, shaking her head.

When the third wave hit with full force, Hermione gave in.

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Hermione was sulking as she flipped through her copy of Magic Mirrors: Talking to Your Reflection. She had happened to find the book during one of the Hogsmeade weekends the week before and had discovered she hadn't the money to purchase it. But, luckily Harry had been with her at the time and had insisted he buy it for her as a very late Christmas present.

Though, yes, there had been several times she had debated pursuing something more than friendship with both Ron and Harry, a nagging sense at the back of her mind had made her think better of it. If things went wrong, she didn't know that she could live without either of their dutiful loyalty. And she'd rather go without ever knowing than to go on without them.

"Ah-ha. Switching places with your reflection," she grinned widely.

As she read, she was somewhat amazed at how easy it was. All she had to do was wait until the one on the other side contacted her and convince her to swap. Her heart fluttered with excitement. She had a way out after all. She would finally see the life that gave her reflection those wide, innocent, clear eyes that showed nothing of the darkness her own mind knew.

Now, just to wait... and she would have freedom.

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The time had come before she had realized it. She'd had no idea her mirror-self had also become curious about the other side. Sometimes she would look into the mirror and knew the innocent one was wanting to try it. Wanting to speak to her, but was just too nervous. But, Hermione was patient.

Finally, the day came she did. Perhaps she had been a little too enthusiastic about the fact the reflected one had decided to contact her, because the girl had ended up breaking the mirror that she had been trying to speak through.

So, once again, Hermione had to wait and be patient. At least now she had time to devise a plan to convince her mirror self to switch Heaven for Hell.

Did I mention Mirror Hermione is a bit evil as well?