Hermione registered how warm and good it felt to sit next to Harry like that. She sort of wanted to turn her head and bury it in his chest but she didn't... it was a strange impulse she had felt more and more lately.
She laughed and shook her head, "oh they are alright, they are sort of mindless, you know?" They were her equivlent to porn she supposed but it looked a lot less crass than a Muggle Playboy magazine a boy would have.
Giggling wildly and blushing even more than she had been before, she couldn't even answer for a moment, "setting? well this one is about a lonely widower that lives alone on a ranch and the guy is her new hired ranch hand, they fall in love and have an... affair," she said, trying to find polite words to describe what happened in these books.