Thomas sensed Hermia's touch of annoyance in her tone, but he didn't have time to reciprocate it didn't take long for her to realize why he had been so opinionated. Even without the story being so explicit, he was a rather large prude. Then again, who wouldn't be when their mother was some sort of renowned Victorian porn star? One of his biggest fears was that he, or one of his classmates, would discover some of her "work."

"It...it's alright," he whispered, also unable to look the Hufflepuff in the eye. "It's not as if you knew what would appear further down the page. Why, in Merlin's name, is it here?" He peered at the closest bookshelf, but everything else contained on it were typical works of fiction. Whizzhard Books was known for being a respectable establishment. He couldn't imagine why such a thing was being sold there. Then again, hadn't Hermia been reading a parchment? That was odd in itself. Parchments had their own section. Was it some sort of prank?

"Should we tell someone about it, so that it's removed?" Which wasn't a good option, either! Then, they'd have to admit they'd laid their eyes on it. What would their parents say?