A/N: A very, very, very short drabble written for the 'I am extraordinarily annoyed by' Challenge
A bead of sweat dripped down Hermione's face as she concentrated on her task. It ranked high up on her list among the most complicated things she had ever done. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she held her breath. She just had to go slowly and carefully. Slowly… she was almost there! Just a little more!
Crash!
Hermione nearly screamed in frustration as her books tumbled to the ground around her. The bookend that she had been attempting to remove was loosely grasped in her fist. Why, why, did this always have to happen to her, she wondered in irritation. She would hold the books while she slipped the bookend out, or try and wiggle it out carefully, but the end was always the same. The books would fall off her bookshelf and she would be standing in the rubble. Throwing the damned object on her bed, she stormed off to dinner.
"So," Hermione began conversationally to her parents, "about those digital books you were telling me about…"