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This chapter was really hard to write, because is really insightful, but I'll continue to make fluffy and funny things next.

Reflections

The red light of the fire and the glow from the rune-stone mixed with the silver light of the moon gave the night a spectral glow, the musical howl of the wind and the disastrous symphony of the hail and the rain didn't help with the ambiance.

She was still sitting in the couch, hugging her jeans and staring into the night. His words weren't the worst, the meaning behind them was true and he had right to be questioning things, she still was; the worst was his tone, his attitude, he never took his eyes out of the game, he even won, it was like….. he didn't care.

Things were confusing, even for her and Ha… well Harry was on his own world most of the time, so she couldn't be sure, but she had been avoiding this conversation with herself for way too long.

-Do I like him?
-We do, but we are confused by it- her own response confused her…. Wait! How was she talking to herself? –In the purse- said her voice in an annoyed tone.
-Of course! The reflection mirror- she said as she grabbed a small silver mirror from her purse
-How you called me? - It was weird to hear her own voice be so… sassy
-If you don't know what you are, how I'm I supposed to explain it? – It was official she was talking to a mirror...

-I'm just a reflection of your current state of mind, I have no knowledge outside of your emotions and memories- it was her own voice, she was sure of it, but it had some sort of authority. She should have tried the mirror before buying it.
-But I bought you, don't you remember that?
-And since the moment you touched me I have been Hermione Granger, I could tell you all about our life, things that you haven't told anyone else; but if you give me to Harry, I'll Be Harry potter and forget everything about you… well us- It was clear that the mirror had an identity of its own but remained within Hermione

A move of her wand and the noise shouldn't pass the living room door, they wouldn't notice her conversation with the mirror… well technically it was herself.

-So can I ask you anything?
-You can ask what you don't want to hear and I will say what you don't want to say
-That's deep- she said surprised at her own statement
-Pre-recorded answer- said the voice
- Of course. Anyway, we like harry?
-Again, we do but we are confused by it; hi's been our friend for so long it's hard to think of him in other way than a brother

She looked at the mirror amassed – That's exactly how I fell!
-I know, because I feel it too, only that I (the mirror) was made to say it out laud
-But what about Ron, I mean I... we liked him
-You can talk with I, or however you are comfortable. And yes we still like him, we just like harry more now.
-Why? When? - She had so many questions and thoughts the mirror was probably dizzy
-I'm not, and I'm confused as well, but again I just say out loud what you know don't want to say. It's always been there, I just awoke when he kissed you.

She kept talking to herself until the first shines of the morning, when she realized they were moving that day and she could use some sleep.
She putted the mirror back in the purse and went to sleep, she crawled in the bunk bed above harry and slowly drifted into sleep.

There it is! I totally want a reflection mirror now! I was going to write Hermione alone but I got the idea of playing with the "reflections" title and make it into a mirror reflection HAHA
I promise the next one will be lovey dovey but I had to do this for myself, I needed her to freak out and question the relationship.

If you have any idea of what I could do tell me! I would love ideas from the people!

Till next chapter :)

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