This is called Fan Fiction

"Hey Harry!" Ron yelled "Come see what Hermione has!"

"Ooh!" Harry squealed "Is it cookies??"

The messy haired boy jumped onto his bed in excitement, and then tripped and fell flat on his face. Ron roared with laughter and hauled him to his feet.

"No, it's a compuyah!"

"Oh…" Harry said, disappointed. "Wait…a what?"

Ron looked confused.

"Compuyah… concordat… console… cabbage…"

"You sound like Jack Sparrow!" Harry laughed

"Ah… Johnny Depp…" Ron said. Both boys sighed deeply.

"Anyway, a WHAT?"

"What what?"

"What what?! The what Hermione's got!"

"Oh, that what! Sorry, it was just… Johnny Depp…"

Harry nodded understandingly.

"It's…" Ron struggled to explain "Muggle thing… box…"

"TV?"

Ron shook his head. He pointed to where Hermione was sitting, engrossed in a laptop.

"Ah!" Harry said. He walked over to her and looked over her shoulder.

"Whatcha looking at?"

"Oh!" Hermione said, quickly minimising the stills of Baywatch she had been downloading.

"Hey, what is this thing?" Ron asked, intrigued

"That would be Google, Ronald."

"You can search anything?"

"Pretty much…"

"So search me!" Ron said excitedly. Hermione burst out laughing.

"Ronald, this is a muggle computer. You are not a muggle. Therefore, you are unlikely to be listed on the muggle internet."

Ron frowned slightly, then leaned over her shoulder and typed in his name. He hit Return, and watched open mouthed as name after name came up.

"Probably some chicken farmer from Melbourne," Harry snorted. Hermione clicked on the nearest one.

"What the hell?"

Hermione skimmed the thing she had just clicked on.

"It's a page about Ron! The real Ron!" she gasped. Harry squinted closer and burst out laughing.

"Read this bit!! Blah blah blah… his girlfriend Hermione Granger!"

Ron spluttered and Hermione looked dumb struck.

"It says what?"

"Uh… people? Did you not get the memo? I'm gay."

"We know, Ron."

"So very gay."

At that point Neville walked in and blew a kiss to Ron. Ron returned the gesture, and then swore at the computer.

"See!"

"A computer has no eyes, Ronald, and besides, how the heck is Neville in the Burrow anyway?"

"Plot device my dear Hermione, plot device."

"Ooh, what's this?" Harry said suddenly, pointing at a small link.

"Click here for Harry and Snape slash fan fiction… that sound interesting! Slash like with a knife? Maybe it's a fiction where Harry kills Snape!"

"No… that's not what slash is," Hermione said quickly, "No, don't click on it!"

Harry blinked, reading the story that had just popped upon screen.

Harry looked up at the Potions Master with his smoky green eyes. Snape reached out to cup the teens head in his hands, and then kissed him fiercely on the mouth. Harry let out a small moan of pleasure…

Then he gagged, and ran from the room. Ron spluttered with laughter.

"You can laugh, Ron, but wait till you read this…" Hermione said crisply, clicking on a small link entitled "DracoxRon, The Ferret and the Weasel."

Ron's jaw dropped as he scanned the story, and he gave a small squeak.

"The bastard! He said he'd never tell anybody about that night!" he hissed angrily. "Oh crap, I didn't say that out loud did I?" he asked hurriedly, seeing Hermione's horrified face. Harry came out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and looking revolted. Hermione gave a tense giggle.

"Boys, this is called Fan Fiction."