Unrealistic Influences
Hermione's P.O.V.
Walking towards the Great Hall with Harry and Ron had always been exciting until this year in which I became Head Girl and had my own problems and stresses to cope with along with theirs. While they continuously talked about Quidditch or their girlfriends, Ginny Weasley and Lavender Brown, I thought about the upcoming NEWTs and our classes.
People would say I had changed from before which was fairly true. I wasn't that prude nor did I spend every minute of my life in the library or studying like I used to before. I could make dirty jokes without being absolutely repulsed, which shocked me to no end at first but then grew on me. Living with Malfoy as Head Boy did that I suppose along with having Ginny and surprisingly, Pansy as a friend.
So now here we were, sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall eating lunch. "Mate, it just doesn't make sense. I mean sure she's a brilliant player but I'm better. I mean she's a girl." Ron said after stuffing his face with Merlin knows what.
"Way to be sexist, Ron." I glared at him making him nervously gulp. "Mione, did you know you have really changed?" Harry asked as he observed me taking a bite of my mash potatoes.
"How so?" I questioned. Of course I knew I had changed. But honestly, couldn't they realize people mature with age. Obviously, they hadn't. I snorted with the thought and then realized maybe I had changed for worse. I shook it off and waited for their response.
"Well, you seem more…" Harry paused thinking for words to describe. "Vicious, mean, cruel, scary?" Ron supplied.
Opening my mouth to object, Harry interrupted before I could say anything. "Well in ways yes. You are still our bookworm Hermione but you just seem more snappy than usual." Finishing his review of my recent behavior, he nodded satisfied by his response to which Ron nodded.
"It's almost like Malfoy has completely possessed you sometimes. Maybe it's because you have to share a dormitory with him." Ron spoke of his theory so fondly as if he possibly found a cure for cancer.
"Merlin, mate it is true. Mione, since when do you let Malfoy influence yourself?" Harry questioned with one of his eyebrows raised in curiosity.
Opening my mouth again to respond, I was yet again interrupted by feeling a pair of hands set on either side of my shoulders and a familiar drawl. " I couldn't help but overhear your current conversation and I felt I needed to address this topic. I, in no way or form, have been influencing Miss Hermione Granger. If I were, we would have to communicate and talk which quite frankly we don't. The only actual way we do communicate is through groaning, moaning, and oh my favorite, screaming each other's names. With that being said, I would like to inform you that this accusation is merely unrealistic. Because without talking, there is no way I could influence her unless of course it's in her sexual desires that I have influences, but I doubt either of you would know for sure about her sexual life. Either way, these influences are unrealistic influences. Well that being said I need to go." Nodding his goodbye, he left leaving Ron and Harry nodding not taking in all his words and a blushing scarlet Hermione in his wake.
Two minutes later….
"WAIT, WHAT!" Harry and Ron screamed before both collapsed into a giant bowl of mash potatoes.
Hi guys! So I know those of you who read my other stories are probably pissed at me but just know that those are on their way! I hope ou guys liked this short little one-shot! Review please!