I'm sorry if you find this chapter a bit boring – there's no real action. Hopefully there will be in further chapters.

I own none of this. Just in case you were wondering.

Warning – if you haven't read 'The Hunger Games' and plan to, don't read this because it will contain spoilers.

Set in the fifth year of the trio. Hermione lends Harry 'The Hunger Games' to read. But when Ron begins to feel a left out, what will happen?

It was late at night and the only two people left in the Gryffindor common room were Hermione and Harry.

'Hey, Hermione,' said Harry. 'Do you mind helping me with-Hermione? Are you there?'

Hermione dragged her head away from her book and sighed. 'What is it, Harry?'

'I need help with my Potions essay.'

'Can it wait? I'm just reading a really good book at the moment.'

'But Hermione, it's due tomorrow, first thing, and it's 11 at night.'

Hermione didn't reply. She was completely engrossed in her book. Harry looked at her in disbelief and grabbed the book. 'Harry! You've lost my page!'

Harry wasn't looking at her anymore. He was looking at the book.

'Mockingjay,' he read, 'by Suzanne Collins.' He flipped the book over. 'Hermione, this is fiction! Since when do you read non-factual books?'

'It's really good, Harry. My parents recommended it to me. It's the third in the series.'

'"If we burn, you burn with us". What sort of a book is this? It looks terrible!'

'It's really good!' Hermione protested. 'I've got the first one. You should read it.'

Harry flipped through the book, stopping randomly. '"Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake."' Harry sniggered.

Hermione frowned and grabbed Mockingjay. 'I'll be reading that, thanks.' She marched off towards the girls dormitory.

Harry groaned and focused his attention once more on his essay. He was likely to fail without Hermione's help.

The next morning, Harry handed in his Potions essay to Professor Snape with a sinking feeling in his stomach. The essay was not nearly as good as Snape wanted the essays to be. At least Ron would fail with him. Hermione wouldn't though.

'Please help me next time, Hermione,' Harry muttered. Hermione snapped her head around to glare at him. 'I'll help you with your homework, if you read The Hunger Games.'

'Fine then,' said Harry, 'I will.'

That afternoon, he ignored his Transfiguration homework, and began to read The Hunger Games. He expected himself to either become really bored with the book, since it was Hermione's book, and everyone knew she never read anything interesting, or hate it completely because it was a Muggle book.

But instead he found himself becoming drawn into the story. His heart sped up as Katniss and Prim approached the square to the reaping. He gasped when Prim was reaped, then let his breath out slowly as Katniss volunteered.

Harry looked up from the book briefly to see Hermione and Ron sitting together, laughing and looking at him.

'What are you looking at?' he said slightly rudely.

Hermione and Ron burst out laughing again. 'It was your expression, mate,' said Ron. 'You looked like you were horrified about something.'

'I'm reading, all right?' Harry said shortly.

Hermione giggled. 'Last time I checked, you thought The Hunger Games looked terrible.'

'Sh.' Harry said, concentrating hard.

Harry read through the night, determined to finish this book. He sat in the common room in a comfortable armchair in front of the fire. He finished at around 2am. He slowly closed the book, inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. Then he was silent. He stayed up the rest of the night, just thinking about the book. He couldn't wait until he could talk about it with Hermione.

When Hermione came downstairs into the common room, she found Harry waiting for her.

'Oh, hi Harry!' she said. 'You're up early.'

'I-I…' began Harry, his voice dry from the drama of the book. He cleared his throat. 'I finished it.'

Hermione grinned, 'did you like it?'

'Did I like it? Oh my goodness, Hermione, it was amazing! But it was so sad! I mean, Rue! And I felt really bad for Gale. Peeta's so - I don't know - just so … annoyingly good! I hate President Snow! And I kind of like Effie. And I like how Haymitch turns out to be quite nice, even if he is drunk. Also, Cinna is really cool. You know which deaths I hated? Cato and Glimmer's. And Clove's. But they were all the bad guys. So I didn't mind. But- Rue! And - and - ' Harry ran out of things to say. He looked over at Hermione, who was holding in giggles.

'I've never heard you talk so much - let alone about a book. But what I don't understand most of all is how you can prefer Gale to Peeta.'

An argument ensued, Hermione arguing Peeta's side, Harry Gale's.

They were so carried away that they forgot to wait for Ron, and just began walking towards the Great Hall for breakfast. They sat down and just kept on talking. Soon Ron arrived, who shot them both, in particular Harry, bewildered glances.

'What's happening?' he asked Lavender, confused.

She giggled, fluttering her eyelashes at Ron. 'No idea!'

Ron, bemused, struck up a conversation with Lavender, who looked pleased.

As Harry and Hermione stood up to go to their next class, Potions, Ron excused himself and leapt up from the table following them. He was annoyed to find that they were still talking about that book. The Hungry Games or something like that. Stupid book. And to set it all off, it was a Muggle book too. As if they would read something like that.

Ron hurried up and pushed himself in between Harry and Hermione. 'Hi!' he said loudly, grinning. Harry looked at him frowning. 'I just forgot what I was going to say, Ron.' Hermione glared at him, 'Next time, can you look and check if we're having a conversation first please? Because that was quite annoying.'

'Fine!' Ron said, 'I'm sorry for interrupting your special book talk.' They had arrived at the dungeons. Snape was already there.

Harry and Hermione swept past Ron and sat at a table together. Ron looked over at them, not really wanting to join them. Suddenly Lavender appeared behind him. Ron looked at her. He let her walk past him, then followed her to the table she chose to sit at.

There, Ron thought, now Harry and Hermione will apologize because they'll miss me, and they'll stop talking about the bloody book.

But when Ron looked over, Harry and Hermione hadn't even noticed.

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