A/N I'm starting to think that I should have just left this as a oneshot. Don't get me wrong- this is really fun to write. But I'm just not sure if these last couple of chapters are any good. Please tell me what you think.

Hermione woke up early the next morning. She knew that once everyone else was up the computer would be occupied for the rest of the day, and she still had to make sure that all the programs worked. Luckily, no one else had had the idea to get up early, so the computer was open. She yawned as the computer booted up. Sleep had not come easily last night.

She knew that word of the fan fiction would spread anyway, but she felt guilty for helping. She felt even guiltier because she was going to purposely bring it to the attention of the Slytherins, who Harry had mentioned would not like the fan fiction.

The computer was ready. She glanced at the internet icon longingly, then clicked on the word processor. This might come in handy, she thought. She typed ABC in big letters then pressed print. The printer was painfully loud in the empty common room. I didn't know this place could ever feel empty. She picked up the paper out of the printer and inspected the letters. She proceeded to check on Excel and Powerpoint. Next she installed the encyclopedia.

Her belly growled. She had been so used to the silence that the sound startled her. She laughed, What did I expect, it's been an hour. I guess I'm done, I wonder if there's any breakfast out yet? She got up and went to breakfast.

She was the first to breakfast, but she wasn't alone for long. At least, the other houses started to arrive. By 8:30, the other house tables were 3 quarters full and she was still the only Gryfindor. She was starting to feel really stupid. "Did I miss something?" she wondered aloud. The Slytherins in particular were enjoying her predicament.

Finally, at 9:00, when even the laziest would be present, the laziest did show up. Harry and Ron walked over. When they got to the table Hermione asked, "Where is everyone? I've been sitting here, alone, forever!"

"Well maybe you should have gotten up," Ron suggested.

Hermione glared at him, then raised her eyes at Harry.

"We got up this morning and everyone was on the computer," he answered her question.

"Fan fiction?" she inquired.

"What else?" was the reply.

"Did they look like they were ever going to get off?"

"They do have to eat, don't they?" Harry answered.

"I've a mind that Seamus at least could live off the fan fiction," Ron commented.

That made Hermione giggle, "No doubt... Well, if they don't get down here soon, breakfast will be over. I'd better go remind them, I'll be back."

"Okay," Harry said. Ron was distracted by the food on his plate.

Seamus was reading aloud to a captivated crowd when she arrived, "...'Dean, I love you,' she said before kissing him tenderly. 'I love you too, Cho,' he replied and kissed her back..." No one noticed her, so she listened for a bit. The girls were sighing at the romance of it all. A couple of boys were poking Seamus in the back, presumably so that he would get to the good part. Dean was sitting in the corner blushing profusely.

"Do we really have to read this story?" he wanted to know.

"But it's so romantic," Lavender said wistfully.

"And it's hot," someone else replied. Many others nodded fervently.

Seamus glared at them all and kept reading. Everyone but Dean turned to keep listening. "Aren't any of you hungry?" Hermione asked the crowd. Everyone looked at her, Seamus stopped reading. "You know... breakfast," she said in an obvious tone.

"What time is it?" one of the third years asked.

Hermione glanced at her watch, "9:08, breakfast ends at 9:30 so if you want to eat then I suggest you go now."

Dean ceased the opportunity, "Well, I'm going. Who's coming with me?" As he walked to the door just about everyone got up to follow him. Finally it was just Seamus and the Creevy brothers.

"No breakfast for you three?" Hermione asked them.

"Who needs breakfast when there's fan fiction?" Collin asked her back. "Hey Dennis, do you want to write one?"

"Sure! What should we write about?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and caught up with the other Gryfindors.

They had forgotten to be embarrassed about almost missing breakfast and were busy discussing the various stories they had been reading. "What have you guys been reading?" she asked Dean. She figured that Dean was the most likely to give her a strait answer, considering who they had just read about.

"Well, when I woke up it was something with Ginny and Harry, but then Ginny came in," he winced at the memory. "She wasn't happy, let's just leave it at that." Hermione had a feeling that he was greatly understating. True, Ginny didn't like Harry anymore, but that didn't mean that she would take kindly to someone saying that she did.

"I imagine," she said aloud.

"And then, um, well then..." his voice trailed off.

"And then..." she prompted.

"Then it was you and Pansy Parkinson," he said in a rush.

Hermione fought to keep herself under control, she hadn't encountered any with her being lesbian. "Oh," she couldn't control the blush, "I see, and then?"

"Then the one that they were reading when you came in," now it was his turn to blush. "I can't believe I didn't think to just go to breakfast."

They reached the Great Hall. As the Gryfindors entered the other houses stood and applauded. "Hermione, you're a hero! How did you break them from the computer?" Ron shouted from the far end of the room.

She laughed, "They just needed to be reminded. They're bellies did the rest."

Once everyone was seated and had filled they're plates, they had a visitor. Draco Malfoy sauntered over from the Slytherin table with Crabbe and Goyle in tow. "May I inquire as to why the entire Gryfindor house not only showed up at the same time, but showed up at a quarter after nine? Could they be hiding something? Most likely it's something against the rules," he grinned. "I'm sure that the headmaster would like to know if his favorite house was acting against the rules."

Someone giggled, then a girl whispered quite audibly, "Who should tell him?"

"Tell me what?" he sounded a bit vexed. "What's going on here?"

"It's on the computer," a first year said. Hermione heard Harry groan beside her.

Apparently Draco heard him too, because he suddenly looked their way and grinned evilly. "Well, out with it. It has to do with Potter, I can tell."

Parvati could hold the secret no longer. She jumped up and started whispering in his ear. Hermione watched as his grin grew wider. Making fun of Harry's celebrity was a favorite of his. Then, his grin turned to horror. Ron, who had been watching, started to crack up. Apparently Parvati had gotten to the stories about him. She finished with an excited look on his face and sat down, very pleased with herself.

Draco was white faced as he turned to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Ron was still laughing, which Hermione fixed with a kick. "Oh, um, sorry," he said as he gained his composure. "What did I miss?"

"You will pay for this, Potter. I don't care if you ruin your own reputation, but leave mine alone," he stormed right out of the Great Hall with Crabbe and Goyle. Gryfindor table was soon joined by the gossips of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. The excited gryfindors were more than happy to spread the reason for Malfoy's quick departure.

Hermione was impressed by the school's gossip power. As soon as the visitors had the story, they rushed back to their own tables to tell everyone else. "You'd think that nothing exciting ever happens here," Harry said.

"This just goes to show how utterly normal this year was," Ron said between bites. "We haven't done anything heroic, so they have to settle with this as the end of year story," he said matter-of-factly.

Hermione laughed, "I guess that we really are this schools source of entertainment."

"This school and the rest of the world," Harry said dryly. His friends laughed at him and finished their breakfasts.