Hermione grabbed the writer by the scruff of the neck.
'Don't you dare stop it there!'
'Mercy!' cried the hapless muggle. 'We both know she wouldn't even consider such a thing while you were at school, and I refuse to write pure general fiction until you graduate – I simply can't!'
'Your dependance on angst as a vehicle for your multi-chapter stories disgusts me!' admonished the furious witch. 'You're just too busy reading asouldream's Bonding series to be bothered with your own work!'
'I can't help it, it's too good!' came the strangled response, a maniac, half-mad look appearing in her victim's eye. 'Please tell me what comes next, please, I must know! When will they finally...'
'How am I supposed to know – that's an older me!' Hermione interrupted angerly. 'I want Minerva McGonagall for myself!'
'What if…' the writer began hesitantly.
'Yes?'
'What if I skipped ahead a bit?'
Hermione leveled a gaze on the author that would have reduced her to ash had she not been fictional character. 'A bit?'
'More than five years?' the muggle ventured.
'Will there be angst?'
The author assumed a guilty expression.
Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Good God, you're predictable.'
'I can't help it.' said the writer meekly.
The student threw up her hands in disbelief.
'You have three weeks!' she snapped, 'And if you're not finished after that lengthy amount of time, I'll send them...' here Hermione pointed to the horde of dissatisfied MM/HG fans watching the one-sided battle, '...after you.'
'Oh dear.'