(A/N: Again, from iowa-tarheel!)
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Hermione loved to read, and that was obvious. It was more than a simple hobby for her- it was like breathing, and eating, similar to how flying was for Harry.
But when he wasn't in the air, he loved to listen to her read. It was almost a hobby for him. She would be reading peacefully, alone, and he'd suddenly plop down next to her and lay his head in her lap.
"Read to me," he'd say. No please, no thank you, no choice. She'd roll her eyes, but she'd do it all the same, switching from silent reading to speaking out loud. It didn't matter what language it was in; Latin, French, or even ancient runes.
She'd read, and he'd listen, sharing her favourite hobby.