J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
"Hey 'Mione!" Ron walked over to her; she was sitting in her usual spot in the library.
Hermione was just starting a book, and- oh my Godric Gryffindor- she thought it was boring!
"What are you reading?" asked Ron, leaning over her shoulder to get a look.
She closed the book with a frown and replied, "Usually I like muggle books, they're not as good as ours, but they're usually pretty good."
"But..." Ron urged her on.
"But this one has no plot!" she exclaimed, tossing a glare at the thick paperback novel.
"Ah."
"I couldn't read it if I tried! This has never happened to me before!" she said desperately. "What if I can't read anymore? What if I've got ADHD or something?"
Ron walked over to the nearest bookshelf and pulled a few books into his arms, then dumped them on the table she was reading at.
"I don't know what that is," he replied, "But try reading another one. Here, this looks like something you'd like! Hardcover, thick, and all dusty! It's perfect!"
She gently took the book from his hands, then opened it and started to read it.
"I'm fine," she said in relief, a few minutes later. "That was just a really terrible book."
"What was it called?" he asked curiously.
"Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer."
A/N- For the record, I don't absolutely hate Twilight, but Harry Potter is way better. Just saying.