The double sided mirror (pansmione wlw)

Regrets and Disappointments

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"Password, please" The Fat Lady Portrait asked.

"You're looking beautiful tonight" Hermione acknowledged while admiring the new dress the guardian of the Gryffindor common room had decided to wear. Miniscule Lions walked freely on her shoulders. Her hair had been tied up in a neat bun adorned with sumptuous golden and ruby bows.

"Thank you, a couple of other paintings have agreed to contribute to my look in order to show their support for our house for tomorrow. I never do anything when even the Still Life painting by the Hufflepuff common room has more fruits on match day, can you believe that?

Hermione frowned, concentrating, "I'm seeing 5, 6, 7 lions. I didn't even know there were that many lion paintings in this castle!" She said jokingly after having pointed out the little creatures that danced all over the painting.

"You forgot the one sleeping on top of her bun" Harry pointed out.

"And the one that just came out of her sleeve. Merlin, you've emptied out the whole castle haven't you?" added Ron

"Oh no, silly, the one on the fifth floor by the transfiguration class was much too large. I decided to only take the ones represented on landscapes. Even this one was almost too big." She said looking down on the Lion sitting on her lap, easily as big as a golden retriever." With those words, The lady opened the door.

"We didn't even say the password, she really must be in a good mood." whispered Ron, seemingly scared that the painting would hear them and command them to exit the room and say the secret words to her.

Hermione and Harry had spent the entire evening reassuring them of his quidditch capabilities, but the energy he still showed at this time of the night proved that they hadn't done much. Hermione knew him by heart, and if Ron wasn't dead asleep by eleven, then he wasn't going to sleep at all. He had even shed a tear, and declared that if they lost against Slytherin, he'd quit the team and offer the spot to McLaggen himself.

"Goodnight boys!" Hermione tried to not sound too excited while she walked towards her room. Her favourite moment of the day had finally arrived.

"Wait Hermione!" Harry tried to call out for her. She pretended not to hear. She had spent the whole day looking at the Sixth year girls, trying to spy on their conversations to see if she recognised the voice she had grown to love so much. She had ruled out the Slytherin girls, as they were all pathetically desperate to befriend Pansy Parkinson, the richest and (objectively) most attractive of them all. But most importantly, now that Hermione had started paying attention to girls, she had noticed just how beautiful they could be. She had always said that she didn't get along with them, and that boys were easier to understand and befriend. But a little voice in her head told her that perhaps she had just always been a little too nervous to look them in the eyes and feel her stomach flutter.

She grabbed her mirror and slid under her covers. Perhaps her anonymous correspondent was also in her bed, or in the common room. Her voice was low, sometimes a bit raspy. She talked in a slow, calculated manner, nothing like Hermione's uncontrollable stream of words that seemed to have no beginning and no end.

"I heard you grab the mirror, so I'm going to go for it and ask you right away before we get into the 'Hey how was your day' part of our conversation." The mirror said. Hermione's heart skipped a beat. What was she going to say? She heard as the mystery girl took a deep breath before saying. "As we both know, tomorrow's the match. And seeing the fact that you're not a diehard fan of quidditch, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up then, to make up for yesterday's failure."