A/N: I know it's a little late, but I couldn't help myself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Surprise, surprise.
The Doctor was so engrossed in his book that he didn't even hear Rose enter the console room.
"What've you got there?" she asked. The Doctor jumped about a foot in the air and slammed the thick book shut on his finger.
"Nothing, nothing," he said, turning red. "What?"
Rose crossed her arms. "Looks like Harry Potter," she said, raising her eyebrows, "without the dust jacket."
"What, this?" the Doctor asked, holding the book up for a moment before it became too heavy and dropped to his side with a thud. "Nah, nah, it's a…non-fiction… about how to manage emergency temporal shifts. Very useful stuff."
Rose nodded. "Right, that explains why it looks like a Harry Potter book."
"Well, it's not!"
"It's not Harry Potter!"
Rose extended her hand. "Let me read it, then."
The Doctor grabbed the book with both hands. "No, I'm not done!"
Rose sat down beside him on the floor, back facing the console. "What's going on, what part are you at? You know you want to tell me."
"First of all, it's not Harry Potter, it's about temporal fluxes, and second of all, even if it was Harry Potter, I couldn't tell you what's going on."
"Why? I've read the sixth book!"
"I can't!" he said again.
"Doctor-" Rose started, but stopped. Her eyes widened with realisation. "Oh my God, it's the seventh book, isn't it?'
The Doctor pressed his lips together. "No."
Rose gave him a warning look. "Tell me the truth."
The Doctor held for a moment before the dam broke. "Yes, okay? Yes, it's the seventh book. I said it, are you happy?"
Rose was beyond his admittance. "How far along are you? What's happening?"
"I can't tell you!"
"No. Read it yourself."
"Not till I finish."
They held each other's fiery gaze for several seconds, neither believing how juvenile the other was acting. Rose finally spun around and proceeded to pout, crossing her arms and standing, back to him.
The Doctor heaved a sigh. "Rose, honestly."
"You're acting like a child."
"Harry Potter is a children's book!"
"Not an excuse." He went back to reading for a moment, but couldn't, not with another presence in the room. He closed the book again and took off his glasses,cleaning them on his shirt.
"I'm pretty sure," he said, after a long pause, "there's another copy in the library."
Rose, with a triumphant "Aha!" took off like a rocket. She bounded down the steps and shot out the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.
The Doctor rolled his eyes, shook his head and continued reading. Just three hundred and thirty-six pages to go…
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