Nov. 16, 1992
"You filthy little Mudblood"
Mudblood... the only word that made her look up at him. Just one glance and she was traveled back to another era.
"Must you always be so aggravating."
"If I am so aggravating, my knight then why must you look at me with such eyes as if only speaking to you would set me aflame!"
"Because I am deeply and utterly in love with you, your highness! Because I would rather you look at me with hatred then not at all for the rest of our lives. So I may always see your face and know that even if I'm not worth of your affection at least I can be on the receiving end of one of your emotions, your hatred!" The knight quickly turned away from the queen and began to leave. The queen let out a short and low scoff and the knight turned back around and look at him with all the desire in the world.
"You complete and utter idiot..." the queen murmured beneath her breath. She rushed forward, took his face in between her palms and planted her lips on his. In between kisses she spoke the words that he needed to hear.
"It took you long enough." As she continued to grasp at his black leather vest and blouse with vigor as she was carried to the edge of her bed. He traced his fingers over the lining of the thin burgundy night dress she wore.
In that instant she snapped out of it. All she could see were a pair of sliver eyes that mirror her own shock to what they just envisioned.
"Mione... Hermione. Hermione!"
She doesn't wait. Doesn't look back. She heard muffled sounds as she ran to the nearest girls lavatory. The door slammed shut after her. Pacing around the lavatory with tears streaming down her face and anger towards the boy with silver eyes and platinum locks. She takes a breath.
Inhale.
What have I done to you?
Two.
Why do you hate me?
Three.
Why do you have to be so cruel?
Four.
Is it my hair that you hate?
Exhale.
Is it my intelligence?
Two.
How about my house?
Three.
Is it that I am a girl?
Four.
What was the trigger for this hatred?
Hermione looks at the ceiling and takes in the minuscule light. She grips both hands on the edge of the sink and screams. Not caring that someone could over hear. Never having felt so much rage in her life her fingers twitch frantically over the smooth ceramic sink. It only takes one glance at the mirror for it to vibrate from her rage. A second later the mirror shatters as the shards fly in every direction.
The rush of it the destruction leaves her body as she glances up once more at her broken reflection. Staring back at her are shattered chocolate-caramel eyes, dried tears, and fresh blood trickling down the expanse of slightly freckled slightly olive skin.
Another minute passes and the door finally opens. Emerald green and ocean blue eyes stare back at her with several emotions as they look at her face and the glass surrounding her body. The few seconds that passed were silent as they stared back at the mess in horror and concern.