A/N: This is my first true fanfiction, so please be gentle/useful in any reviews given.

I miss a lot when I'm at Hogwarts. Sure, I get all the adventure and magic and friendship a girl could want, but seriously, have you seen their reading selection? Since I was labeled "bookworm" the moment I walked through those huge doors as an innocent eleven-year-old, I've had to pretend that I'm happy with Hogwarts: A History being my replacement boyfriend. Honestly, the only thing more boring than reading that book is listening to Ron talk about his make-out sessions with Lavender.

I know, I know… I'm supposed to be outrageously jealous of her and everything, but I just can't bring myself to care. I haven't liked Ron for the past three years. My crush officially ended not too long after the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I think Ron still hopes that by saying Lavender's name every two seconds, he'll eventually force me to profess my undying love for him.

But, anyway, as I was saying, the wizarding world has very little reading material that anyone in their right mind would enjoy. All this is to say that I am extremely excited to read this book Twilight that I got out from the public library. Most people would call me crazy for wanting to read over summer vacation, but when I get a good book in my hand, nothing- not sleep or food or friends or the apocalypse- is going to stop me from reading that book cover to cover. So, needless to say, I'm going to be up for about twenty-six hours straight reading this giant book.

Hermione rolled over onto her back, sighing with triumph. The book in her hand fell to the floor, and, for the first time in two days, Hermione closed her eyes. She had read the book through two times. She just couldn't get the picture of a pale, sparkling, stone-cold hottie out of her head. No wonder the book made it onto the top ten list. Hermione looked around, at a loss for what to do now that she had read her book and was thoroughly depressed with her boring, ordinary life. Her phone rang, and she eagerly grabbed it off her nightstand.

"Hello?"

The voice of her friend Sarah nearly deafened her. "Have you read it yet? Isn't it AH-MAZING?"

"It sure is Sarah, and it's nice to talk to you too."

"Sorry, but wasn't I right? Isn't Edward sooooo dreamy??"

Hermione couldn't help but agree with her friend, and for the rest of the afternoon, she and Sarah talked about Twilight and its impact on life as they knew it.

The slam of the front door told Hermione that her parents were home from work, and she looked at the clock.

"Sorry, Sarah, but it's six, and my parents are home. We're going out for dinner tonight, but I can probably talk to you when I get in later."

"No prob. Just call me tomorrow. Have fun at dinner."

"Thanks, talk to you later. Bye"

Hermione sped down stairs, hoping to get out the house as soon as possible. She had been cooped up inside for two days and was ready for some fresh air. Her parents stood at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for her with identical grins. "Hermione, we got you something." Her mom brought something out from behind her back, and, on closer inspection, Hermione nearly fainted.

"Is- is that New Moon?? Oh My Gosh!!" Hermione grabbed the book and raced back up the stairs, not even bothering to close her door as she threw herself onto her bed and opened the book so enthusiastically it almost ripped.

"Herimone, we need to go to dinner. Can't you start that later?" Her parents shook their heads in wonder and walked out the door again, determined not to have their evening ruined by a new teen fad.

Needless to say, by the end of the week, Hermione had all four books lying around her on her bed, and her already-unhealthy obsession with all things Twilight no worse for the wear.