A/N This is an extremely stupid little fic that I needed to write to get out of my system. Things are just way too tense these days. I don't care what reviews I get for this one. I just need to get over my writers block on my other story. Evil it is. Mmm' myessss.
Disclaimer-Same old same old. Don't sue. Pleez?
Harry needed chocolate. Lots of chocolate. It was strange that he had the urge for chocolate because he hadn't even eaten breakfast yet. Why did he crave chocolate in the morning? Didn't Hermione always have cravings for chocolate?
A/N- Hermione's parents are dentists, so I think that it is perfectly reasonable that Hermione would consume all the chocolate that she could get her hands on while at Hogwarts. If you disagree, well, go boil your head...or get eaten by a hippogriff...or hex yourself.
When Harry started getting dressed, he spent quite a long time in front of the mirror. Why won't my hair go straight? Evil hair. He then stared at his bland Hogwarts robes. I need to get some more designer robes.
O.O
What did I just say?
Designer robes?
Harry shook his head and went down to the Great Hall. He saw Hermione wolfing down food like a madwoman. Jeez. What's her problem?
Harry grabbed a piece of toast and jam. Ron looked at him quizzically.
"Not very hungry, are you?"
"No, I'm watching my weight..............What did I just say?"
Ron stared at him like he had just said he was going to marry Malfoy. "Are you feeling alright Harry?"
"No, actually. I've felt off all morning."
"Me too," said Hermione. "I've been doing weird things lately."
Just then, Malfoy walked up to the Gryffindor table and said, "Feeling queer today are we?"
Then it dawned on Harry. The Slytherins have messed with my personality!
A/N- Don't ask me how Harry came to this conclusion. He just did. So shuddup and read.
"Hermione, exactly what have you done that was weird?"
"Well, I got up and was extremely hungry, I couldn't stop thinking about Quidditch, and I had the greatest urge to shirk off all my homework and play Wizard's Chess."
"Uh, Hermione...Do you like to buy designer robes?"
Hermione blushed and asked, "How did you know?"
"Long story Hermione. Long story."
Ahh. That feels better. I think that was the source of my writers block. I'll update my other fic soon, I promise. (I like to think that other people care about when I update.) Anyway, till next time.
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