Lavender Brown read occasionally. She particularly liked romance novels, but the occasional mystery novel sometimes caught her interest. She was embarrassed to admit it, but she'd read a rather dirty book that she found discarded in the hallways once. Parvati, Lavender's best friend, had read it with her, and they'd giggled at the strange details.
When Lavender saw the book sitting on Hermione Granger's nightstand, she thought nothing of it. With a title like Fanfiction, it was surely about something boring and dull. The word was something she'd never heard of, and she generally didn't care for such words.
Then Lavender remembered something her mother had told her when she was little. "Don't judge a book by its cover," her mum had said, and Lavender had rolled her eyes, thinking that the saying was very muggle. Today, though, Lavender was bored, finished all of her homework, and out of anything to do. So that is why she decided to sneak a glance at Hermione's book as soon as she had the dormitory to herself.
She flipped to page seventeen, simply because seventeen was her favorite number, and read.
Lavandar Brown was really preppy. She had long blond hair that was straight but it was really brunnetee. She died it.
"Er, what?" Lavender might not have been the smartest of people, but she did know how to read, and what she was reading…well, she was pretty sure it wasn't the English language. "And I'm a real blonde. How dare anyone insinuate that I am not?!" The fact that her name had been misspelled really didn't matter to her right now.
Lavandar was going out with Ron Wesly.
"Who in the living...oh, they mean Weasley! Well someone obviously wrote this a long time ago." Lavender snorted.
Ron didn't realy like Lavandar. He was in love with Hormone.
"He's in love with hormones?" Lavender was truly perplexed now. Perhaps that was what had fascinated him about certain things? Perhaps he'd done it all simply because it was the hormonal part that had fascinated him. Lavender shrugged. Maybe this story made sense after all.
Hormone loved Ron too but she was jealous that he was with Lavandar and that was why Ron was with Lavandar. They always were making out and stuff. And it made Hormone really jealous so she decided se would make out with someone and no one would know but that guy and Ron.
Suddenly, everything was coming together. The author of this book was talking about Hermione, not testosterone or estrogen or some such thing. "Why would Hermione read a book where the author couldn't even spell her name?" Lavender felt like crying now, remembering the good old days when she was with Ron. The fact that the story was so poorly written didn't help the matter any.
So Hormone made out with Harry Potter, the hottest boy wizard of them all and the boi who livved.
"Alright, that's it!" Lavender yelled. She stood up and threw the book across the room. "This is complete and utter trash!"
Someone cleared their throat. Embarrassed at being caught in a fit of rage, Lavender meekly peered at the person before her. It was Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister. "Er, Lavender?" Ginny asked, peering at the girl before her. When she saw the book across the room, though, she nodded understandingly. "Hermione's got an interesting taste in books, doesn't she?"
