Hermione Granger was a supremely talented witch – she learned quickly and excelled at everything – well except for divination and since that was a load of old rubbish it did matter anyway right?
But part of Hermione was pure muggle and there wasn’t a lot which could change that and sometimes she loved to curl up in front of the TV in her pyjamas and lose herself in some show or another.
But Buffy the Vampire Slayer was her favorite – Her mum would tape all the episodes and she would save them all up for a day of indulgence. She would pick holes in the magic plots and correct untruths about werewolves and vampires.
It was the sheer fantasy of it that enamoured her – she could escape and cuddle up with somebody else’s problems and attempts to save the world.
Plus Buffy was hot.
She never really looked at girls in that way – come to think of it she never really looked at guys in that way she had always been much too interested in her books, logic and reason.
But when she looked at her, with her strength of mind – her pretty little nose, pert breasts and tiny little waist; it sent shivers down her spine.
So when she was alone in bed at night she would curl up with her fantasies of that girl with the manageable blonde hair and imagine what it would be like to get drunk on her for an hour or two.
Sure beat daydreaming about Ron and Harry any day.