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Hermione Granger wasn’t quite sure how her new spell could have gone so wrong so quickly. Usually, her spellwork was incredibly controlled and flawless. But, she found herself staring at the mirror, glancing weirdly at her reflection, and suddenly, said reflection was moving and writhing weirdly before her. Then Hermione watched herself creep out of the fireplace mirror, found herself stepping backwards, and the direct clone of herself was now standing before her. Her breathing got heavier. The air felt very thick. Hermione blinked a couple of times before glaring back at herself, not sure what the fuck was happening right now.
Suddenly, Hermione’s arms were tightly bound behind her back and her knees were kicked roughy underneath her body, sending her tumbling down towards the carpeted floor. She watched herself, gasping out loud as the mirror was quickly transformed into an empty, enchanted painting frame. Her arms were then suddenly unbound and Hermione was standing once again before she was sent forward by her reflection twin into the painting frame. Now her magical prison.
Hermione realised pretty quickly what had just happened to her and what was about to happen to her. She banged her hands roughly against the frame as her screams echoed all around her body but nothing was registered out on the other side of the painting frame. Nothing was registering out in the real world. Her reflection twin was smirking at her, magically hovering the painting frame to be above the fireplace, placing it onto the wall in what was hers and her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy’s bedroom. It was now replacing the now-missing ornate mirror. The twin Hermione nodded at her normal self, still smirking darkly before finally walking away and leaving the true Hermione alone in the darkened room.
Hermione found herself stuck. She had been fucking trapped by herself. Her own reflection had forced her into a painting frame prison and on reflection, it was basically her own fault in the first place. Hermione screamed loudly until her voice gave out and her throat felt sore, still banging her hands on the frame till the pain shooting through her body was the colour of a burning red fire. She watched her bedroom, staring out into the darkness that was within the room, crowding around everything that was hers and Draco’s. She felt panic rising up within her chest, a panic attack just waiting for its call. Hermione wanted to scream out for her Draco or whoever else she could reach and that was currently at the Manor. She needed someone to rescue her. Hermione had been betrayed by herself. She felt pathetic. How the hell did she let herself be tricked by herself? She was more intelligent than this.
After hours and hours of waiting for someone to come into the master bedroom and spot Hermione, possibly even maybe rescue her somehow, Draco finally walked into their bedroom. But annoyingly he didn’t even seem to notice the painting frame and that now the mirror was missing, one that his late mother had given them. It was almost like he was trying to purposely ignore the object and his girlfriend. Hermione screamed loudly out for him. She was begging for him to turn and look at him. She hated all of this. Why had this happened to her? Please. PLEASE. Please, love. Turn around! Just look over here at me. Please. PLEASE. Please, darling. LOOK AT ME! Hermione could feel tears running down her cheeks, flooding out of her brown eyes, as she watched his movements throughout the bedroom, almost as if he was assessing the sight. Something had changed. He could sense it.
“Hermione, darling?” Draco questioned out loud, calling out towards the curly-haired woman as he stared down at the four-poster bed, sensing that something was definitely off within their bedroom. He could feel the dark magic. It was different, they hadn’t used dark magic in the Manor for years, ever since the end of the Second Wizarding War. He looked around, finally noticing that the mirror had gone missing and had now been replaced with a weird-looking painting in a frame but it was as if he didn’t see her. “Hermione, love, did you do something with the bed and the mirror?” Draco turned himself back towards the door, watching as, who he thought was Hermione entered the bedroom. She smiled lovingly at the blond, showing all of her teeth.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked, smiling as she moved closer to her boyfriend, standing up on her toes to kiss his cheek. Her smile grows as the warmth from his body radiates through hers, something that this Hermione has never felt before. But the surprise was quickly written across Draco’s face at the feeling of her cold lips against his cheek, she never usually was this cold. What was happening? “Oh, the bed? I was playing around with some new spells earlier, accidentally moved it when I was messing around.” Hermione’s voice came out of her twin’s body and was swotty as ever. She hated it. She hated herself for the life that herself had taken away from Hermione.
"Oh, alright." Draco nodded, staring at the bed but then turning back towards his girlfriend. "Did you do something with the mirror though?" He continued speaking as he watched Hermione's movements. It was odd. Something was different about Hermione. She seemed to be anxious or nervous about something that was going on. He hadn't seen Hermione act like this in so long, it felt weird, really weird.
"The mirror?" Hermione turned around and stared up at the painting frame, smirking up at herself. At that moment, Hermione realised that her evil twin was the only one that could see truly what was in the frame. Draco just probably saw a blank painting frame. "Oh, yeah, I moved it because it was ruining the vibes within this bedroom, I really didn't like the thing. I know that your mother gave it to you but it should go in a different room. We can discuss which other room the mirror can go into." Hermione's evil twin said, it was something that Hermione's true self would never say to her partner. She watched his face and could tell that it was breaking his heart to hear those words.
"Draco, don't believe her! Please, I loved the mirror." Hermione's true self screamed and hit her hands against the frame edges. She could feel herself tearing up again. She stared at her boyfriend as he was looking up at the painting frame and tears were now flowing out of her eyes. She hated herself for putting them both through this. Hermione continued screaming on and on, not caring that her throat was still in pain. "Draco, look at me. Darling, look up at me and know that that person isn't the true me." Hermione begged, falling to her knees in the frame and shaking the sides of the painting as she called out for him. She couldn't take any more of this.
Every single day that passed, everything got worse. The pain that Hermione stuck within the frame was experiencing got worse and worse. She hated this. Hermione screamed and screamed, her throat so sore but she was so passed the point of caring that she continued to scream. Her evil, mirror self had properly replaced her in life and no one had realised what was going on. No one had realised. No one had cared. Draco would probably end up proposing and marrying this Hermione. He was being continuously manipulated and controlled, and he wasn't even aware of what was happening to him. He was being destroyed. Both of them were being controlled and destroyed from the inside.
Hermione Granger had been replaced by Hermione Granger.
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