Hermione closed the pages of her book tenderly and clutched the musty paper to her chest. Contentment flooded through her as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to fully absorb the events enclosed within the pages. Surely for someone to write it love like that must exist; there must be some basis in truth and reality? The thought filled her with hope and anticipation.
Sighing wistfully she opened her eyes, allowing herself to step out of the literary world she had inhabited and back into reality. In front of her, sitting on the rug were her two best friends, the men in her life. Harry was snorting with laughter, tears pouring down his cheeks and Ron's mouth looked fit to burst as he attempted to force another handful of Every Flavour Beans into it.
Hermione sighed and reached for another book.