Hermione sighed, "I wish I had the time and money to do that. If half of them are half as interesting as these are, I think I'd kill to see them."
Blushing slightly, having thought her desire to run off with the book was better hidden than that, Hermione leaned closer and slowly turned the pages, worshipfully absorbing everything on the pages she could. "You have to be the luckiest person ever," she breathed, smiling up at Jack.