Books And Their Hold
Rating: M
Summary: You know how we are always told that nothing is how it seems? This apparently also applies to two of this generation's best-selling book series. Authors reading and obsessing over other author's work DOES happen and sparks will fly… Harry Potter/Twilight Crossover, Slash story! If you don't like, then please don't go through the trouble of reading. Harry/Edward, various others, very few cannon parings.
Harry walked into the living room, tossing his book bag onto the couch, right next to Hermione, as he plopped down on floor. Letting out a long sigh, Harry stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.
"What are you reading?" He asked, turning his head slightly to the side when he heard a page turn.
Hermione blushed, tucking her legs under herself clearly embarrassed. "Just this new book I picked up while I was in Camden."
"What's it about?" He turned his head again, not really caring about what new boring book his best friend had managed to pick up.
"Vampires."
Harry shot straight up and whipped his head to look at his friend incredulously. "I thought you said you picked it up in Camden!"
"I did."
"Since when has there been any sort of legit wizarding community base in Camden?"
"I never said anything about getting it from any sort of wizarding community, legitimate or not."
His confused look made her roll her eyes and close said book. "Here," she held the book out for him to take. "I've just finished. Why don't you start reading while I go out and get the next one?"
Harry, flabbergasted, took the book and sat down on the couch next to her. "There are more?!"
"Yeah," Hermione said standing up from her seat. "I think 3 in total, can't remember, though."
Harry flipped to book over in hi hands, reading the spine. "…Twilight?"
Hermione simply nodded, looking around for her keys.
"Who names a book after a time of day?" He scoffed and opened the hard cover of the book.
Hermione stopped her search and looked down at him in condescending amusement. "I dunno. Probably the same sort of person that decided to write an autobiography in the form of a children's novel."
"Hey!" Harry pointed at her in warning. "They aren't just for kids, alright? Just because younger people happen to enjoy them more than others does not mean that the whole series is for children. O'm not only offended by that statement, I'm deeply hurt."
She rolled her eyes. "Shut your hole," she said as she slung her purse over her shoulder and grabbed her keys. "Are you planning on going out as "Jo" anytime soon? I have a list of potions ingredients, on the fridge, that I need to get next time I'm at the apothycary."
Harry looked up from the book and shrugged. "We'll see. I doubt it, though. You know how much I hate the lack of anotminy… anomity… eh, you know, not being noticed. Plus, it's kinda weird that a guy my age dresses up like an older woman."
"Yeah, if anything, I'd say you'd enjoy more of a Rocky Horror look as opposed to "business woman in their late thirties-early fourties."
"God, Hermione! Just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I want to be a woman!"
"Read the damn book. I'll be back in a couple of hours. I'll even get food while I'm out. Kebabs sound good to you?"
"Chicken. Ooo, chips too! Don't forget extra. You're boy is coming by later and I don't wanna share my food."
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3 HOURS LATER
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"Sustenance!" Hermione called as she slammed the front door shut and threw the bags on the counter. She saw Harry sitting on the couch in the same spot as when she left him. "Harry! Food!" she shouted again.
Harry shook his head vigorously while hopping up and pulling his Kebab out of the take away bag. "So, what happens next?"
Hermione was starting to drown her chips in vinegar, and didn't even look up at the question. "Happens with what?"
Harry chewed his mouthful thouraly. "With Edward and Bella. What happens next?" He stole one of her soggy chips and popped it into his mouth.
Cocking her head to the side, she looked at him perplexed. "You're finished?"
Harry simply nodded in response.
"I guess it's a good thing I got the next two then, huh?" She mumbled with a sigh.
Harry was practically bouncing in his chair. "You wanna read it out loud after dinner?" he asked, giving his long time friend a big toothy grin.
Hermione shook her head. "Ron's coming by, remember?"
Just then the Batman theme-song started playing. Hermione pulled out her mobile and answered with a smile of her own. "Hello, love."
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"Good, but I've missed you."
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"Oh. No, it's fine. Do you need any help?"
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"Alright, but I will see you on Sunday, right?"
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"Good answer, bud."
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"Love you, too. Bye." With that, she closed her phone and sighed. "A couple of chapters wouldn't hurt, I suppose."
"Is this a book and hot chocolate night? Or would you prefer tea?" Harry asked enthusiastically.
"How could you even ask that? This is definitely a hot chocolate and biscuits book series."
"I'll start the hot chocolate, you grab the book and a couple of blankets and I'll meet you in the living room?"
"Sounds good."