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. I do not own the Twilight series or the Harry Potter series.

London, England

Harry burst in the door, book bag slung over his shoulder, slightly out of breath. "Hermione!" he yelled. "I'm back!" He flung his bag onto the counter and immediately opened the fridge, pulling out ingredients to start making dinner.

Hermione breezed into the kitchen, hair up in a messy bun, gift bag in hand. "Hello, love," she greeted, kissing his cheek then hopping up to sit on the island and watch the younger man cook.

"Hey," Harry replied, glancing over his shoulder at his friend. "What's in the bag?" he asked, nodding to the brightly colored bag sitting on the floor.

"Oh, just and early birthday present I got for my favorite roomie."

Harry chuckled, washing his hands quickly and pulled something out of his book bag.

"Whatcha got there?" It was Hermione's turn to question.

"Funny you should ask," he tossed it at the girl and the dark bag landed right next to her on the counter. "That, my dear, is a late birthday present for my favorite roomie."

Hermione looked surprised. "Well, looks like we have something in common, then. Now all we have to do is wait for the lucky bastard to get back, huh?"

Harry rolled his eyes, knowing full well that they were talking about each other, if for no other reason than that they didn't have another flat-mate.

"Do you want to open it before or after food?" He asked instead of replying to her latest comment.

"After. Let me stew in the suspense for a bit. What about you?"

"Since when have I ever let you stew by yourself? Besides, I have something exciting to tell you."

"Really? Oh My God. You're pregnant." Hermione stated with all the sincerity she could muster.

Harry shook his head and chuckled, plating both his and Hermione's food. "You found me out. Blast! It was supposed to be a surprise, too," was his dramatic reply as they sat at the table.

"Well, Neville was by earlier to hand out the cigars. He seemed really excited that you two were finally starting your family."

"Neville?! Of all the people you could come up with, Neville? Not that I don't think he's a great bloke, but we would just never work as a couple. Me and my imaginary, unborn child need a provider, and, sadly, Neville just couldn't handle being my baby daddy."

"Oh really? And why's that?"

"He's straight." Harry took a sip of his drink and looked at the girl sitting in the chair opposite him. "But, in all seriousness, I'm happy to announce that the seventh and final installment in the Harry Potter series is complete."

Hermione squealed and jumped up to give her long-time friend a hug. "Really? That's so exciting!"

"Yes, really. I was just talking to my publishers, speaking of which, we're gonna need more polyjuice, and it'll be coming out sometime this summer. And as a reward to myself, and partially a birthday present, I have decided I'm only doing a book tour of the continental U.S. instead of the whole world. And I am planning on taking my two best mates. That is, if they're interested."

"Of course! I can't believe you even have to ask."

"Wicked. Now, shut up and eat. I went to the trouble of making it, the least you could do is go through the trouble of enjoying it."

The two finished eating in silence.

Once the food was finished and the dishes were clean, each grabbed their respective bag and sat down on the couch.

"Open yours first," Hermione was practically bouncing with excitement.

"Same time, I should think," Harry countered, swapping bags with the girl in front of him.

"Fine. And…go!"

"No WAY!" Both said at the same time.

"Thank you so much, Harry! I love it!" she held up a black shirt with red across the front. Large white letters across the center of the chest proclaimed "Team Jacob". "Best freaking character in the whole series!" She practically screamed.

At the same moment, Harry held up a soft black shirt with sky blue letters on the front that had the peculiar sentence, "I Run With Vampires" and on the back in the same shade stated "Team Edward" to anyone who looked.

They both laughed wildly and hugged.

"This is actually royally hilarious because recently I have been running with a pair of vampires." Harry chuckled, wistfully.

Hermione gave him a disbelieving look.

"No, really. They go to the university down the block and wanted to look normal so every morning they go 'jogging'. I asked to join them and in return, on sunny days I slip them this experimental potion Draco's been working on to keep them from getting too weak."

Hermione burst into another fit of laughter. "Surprising how dating a vampire changed that boy so much."

"Heidi's alright. They are definitely vain enough for each other. But she's Italian, so I'll forgive her."

Once their laughter had died out once again, they stared down at their new shirts silently.

After a moment, the friend's heads shot up, matching sly smiles on their faces, before the each ran into their rooms to put on their new shirts.

"Seriously, best early birthday present I have ever received." Harry called out as he exited his room.

Hermione chuckled from her room. "Well, 20 is a pretty big deal, buddy. I wanted to start you off on a good note."

As she was talking, Harry stood in front of the mirror, admiring the new shirt. The top fit snuggly, slightly showing off his fit form, the color complimenting his hair and eyes.

Hermione came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, going on her toes so she could settle her chin on his shoulder. "Fits you well," she observed. "Thank you."

"I take it you like it, then?" Harry's eyes met hers in the mirror.

"I love it. Thank you." She replied, nuzzling her face into the crook between his neck and shoulder.

"Now, " Harry turned in the girl's arms, "how 'bout you help me pick out clothes for "Jo"s appearances?"

Hermione smiled up at him brightly. "Sounds wonderful. Afterwards, you can help me pick out my clothes."

Harry nodded. "Alright. You know, a shopping trip may be in order for this.

Hermione squealed at the prospect of going shopping, running to Harry's room to start putting together different outfits. Harry followed behind, slower, shaking his head at her enthusiasm.