The book was entitled Fanfiction and Hermione had found it in a section of the Hogwarts library that she, surprisingly enough, was not too familiar with. She'd checked it out on a whim, and was currently snuggled into an armchair in the Gryffindor Common Room, reading a particularly bad story.

The story was called "Desperately Broken, Coming Undone" and was by dracosbabe927. Hermione was currently trying not to throw up. The mixture of bad grammar, lack of plot, and, well, the fact that it centered on her relationship with Draco Malfoy, of all people, was making her quite nauseous.

Chapter Three of the fanfiction went like this:

Draco looked across the great hall to see Hermione. She was looking really pretty. Over the summer she'd straightened her hair and Draco thought she looked really hot. She was sitting with Harry and Ron but she looked up and she saw Draco looking at her. When there eyes met Draco was nervous so he looked away.

After dinner he left the Slytherins and came up to Hermione. He said, "Hi." Hermione said, "Hi." Hermione had been walking with Harry and Harry glared at Draco. He said, "What do you want Malfoy?" Draco said, "I want to talk with Hermione. Go away." So Harry went away. "How was your summer?" Draco asked Hermione. "It was really good, I went to America." "Oh, that's cool." "What did you do?"

Draco wanted to tell Hermione how his summer had been terrible and lonely and how he'd thought about her the whole time but he didn't get a chance to because Harry came back and he told Hermione that she would be late for class if she stuck around talking to Draco like this so they left.

"Hermione?"

Hermione was glad to be distracted from her reading. Ron had just entered the room. "Oh, hello, Ron," Hermione said, smiling at him. She quickly shut the book, knowing that he wouldn't like the story that she was reading.

"What's that book you've got there?" Ron asked. It was uncharacteristic of Ron to ask Hermione about things such as books, but the way in which she had tried to hide what she was reading had probably disconcerted him.

"Oh, it's nothing," Hermione replied. She stole a glance up at the clock over the fireplace. "I didn't realize how late it was!" she commented.

"Yeah, that's why I came. I was wondering if you were still up," Ron said, suppressing a yawn. "I'm gonna go back to the dormitory now. 'Night."

"Good night, Ron."

Ron went back to the boys' dormitory, and Hermione headed towards the girls' one, carrying her library book with her. She didn't intend to read anymore of the book tonight. It would surely give her nightmares, although nothing that she'd read so far was that bad. She left it on her nightstand before getting changed, and fell asleep without another thought concerning it.