Disclaimer: The characters, the school, and more or less everything here are J. K. Rowling's. The Princess Bride is W. Goldman's. No infringement intended.
Chapter 1: Reading For Pleasure
Hermione ran down to the common room, a large heavy book in her hand. She slammed it on the table in front of Harry and Ron, sending their Potions essays flying.
"Hermione!" Ron said crossly "Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry Ron," Hermione replied hurriedly, flicking through the book "but there is something I want to show you both."
"Listen, Harry, have you ever read the Princess Bride?"
"The what?" Harry and Ron asked together.
"It's a muggle book Ron, of course you haven't read it. Have you Harry?"
"No."
"Oh, it's a wonderful book!"
"You think all books are wonderful, Hermione." Ron pointed out.
"This one is different. Its simply beautiful! It has true love…"
"Yeurgh." Ron commented. Hermione threw him an icy look before continuing
"It has fighting, conflict, deaths, miracles, everything! Its amazing!"
"Hermione, now isn't the time for an amazing book, now is the time to finish Snape's essay." Harry objected.
"Oh, haven't you two finished that yet? I finished mine on Tuesday."
"We only got the homework on Tuesday!" Harry pointed out, and Hermione tried not to look too smug.
"Well, anyway, the Princess Bride has a miracle pill. It brings a man back from death. That's what I've been trying to tell you."
"So?" Ron asked, scribbling his name onto a small piece of parchment.
"Ron," Hermione said reprovingly "have you even looked at your essay title yet?"
"You worry too much Hermione." Ron reached for his parchment.
Describe and Discuss Methods of Resuscitation from the Dead.
"Oh. So, what are you saying?" Ron asked, suddenly interested.
"We should make it!" Hermione said excitedly
Harry and Ron looked at each other, half interested, half confused.
"But Hermione, we don't know anyone who is dead." Harry said.
She tossed her hair and her cheeks flushed. "We might do one day Harry. People die all the time."
"Cheery little thing you turned out to be." Humphed Ron.
Hermione looked at Ron meaningfully "We live in dangerous times."
"Yeah, yeah." Ron still looked unconvinced.
"Is there a recipe?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked crestfallen.
"That's why I need your help. I need you both to read it and see if you can tell what the ingredients are. I have found one or two. The problem is, the muggle editor edited most of this out."
"Why?" Harry wondered
"He was trying to make it more readable."
"Still looks bloody long to me." Ron grumbled glancing at the book.
"Please Ron? Harry?"
"It could be a useful thing to have Ron." Harry said thoughtfully.
"Oh great, this is going to be like Spew all over again." Ron complained.
"Well…" Hermione smiled "just read the book? See what you think? Please?"
"Oh, oh well alright." Ron said, leaving Hermione smiling happily.
That night Hermione lay in her bed, grinning to herself with self-satisfaction. She had managed to convince Ron to read a book. It wasn't even a schoolbook either. She turned over into her pillow and stifled a giggle, imagining Ron trying to pretend he hadn't loved the book.