Hermione stood in front of the mirror straightening herself up and trying to brush her barbwire like hair. She sighed and put the comb down. "There, that should do it!" She smiled at her reflection, yet the reflection didn't do so.
"Oh for crying out loud! Hermione dear, I'm taking a holiday, I can't take this nonsense anymore. Do you know how absolutely hard it is for me to cope with your-your horrid sense of style?" Her reflection complained and jumped out of the mirror. "I mean no one follows bloody school rules anymore and your still buttoning that top button of yours on your bloody shirt and bloody hell woman, get a life!" Hermione's reflection suddenly pushed her right into the mirror itself. Dusting her hands, the reflection smiled and walked away.
Whiles on the other side of the mirror…
"Oh my goodness!" Hermione cried, covering her hands over her mouth. She took a look around the room. It looked exactly the same as the girls dormitory that she stayed in…only her bed looked rather messy. Hermione tried jumping into the mirror only to get herself more bruises…
"What am I going to do what am I going to do what am I going to do…" She chanted, her hands on her head. "Maybe…maybe if I'll just…maybe it's all the same! I could go to the library and-and solve this problem!"
"You do know that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness." A girlish voice said. Hermione turned around.
"Ginny! I'm so glad to see you!" She ran up to her.
"Whoa, what's gotten in to you Granger?" Ginny cocked an eyebrow, curling her finger in her red hair. "And…what's up with your clothes?"
Hermione stopped in her tracks. Ginny's all…different. Her clothes looked…to small for her as in, she was exposing a bit too much flesh and she was even wearing make up.
"I-but I don't understand?" She said confused.
"Ah, we all don't understand…" Ginny shook her head at the 'dumb Granger', in her eyes lets say. "Uh-Granger, I'm going to go now." Still shaking her head, the different Ginny Weasley, walked away.
Hermione sighed. It all made sense. Ginny 'obviously' was the opposite of the um, 'Ginny in the real world'. Oh, but that means, everyone's going to be opposite…everyone. Ok Hermione, stop talking to yourself.
In the real world.
"Damn Hermione, who are you getting pretty for?" Lavender winked at 'Hermione'. Hermione stared at Lavender.
She was a bookworm in my world…How strange…
"Well yes, I um, I am getting pretty because it is what I do!" Damn it Hermione, that's not what Hermione does…but you are Hermione…no correction, you are Hermione's opposite reflection…
"Are you kidding me? It is soooo NOT what you do." Lavender shuddered. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but all eyes are on you Mione." She whispered and winked again.
'Well of course all eyes are on me, I am like the most gorgeous thing on earth!'
Hermione walked to the Gryffindor table and plopped herself down like she owned the table.
"Merlin's beard! It's Lord Dumbledore!" She cried pointing like some insane woman at the innocent Professor, sitting down enjoying his meal.
