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There Are Some Things Books Can't Do	By : I'veGotNothing Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 17692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of Jk Rowlings works and/or characters, and I do not make any money from this story, its just for fun

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Author’s Note: Hey all! I am so so sorry in the delay in this chapter. I was out of town having a girls weekend, and then I got called into work early when I was only halfway finished with the chapter. But here it is! The rest of the promised practicals, and a slightly steamy (or so I hope) scene! I didn’t go into detail with the spells, and I’m sorry for that, but its essentially her testing a few spells in each subject that they were taking, as well as verbal knowledge in potions and Herbology. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
Anon: Thank you for reviewing and I am very glad that you like this story! Hope this next chapter is satisfying!!
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            Harry arrived at McGonagall’s old classroom, panting slightly, Ron at his heels. They had lost track of time and Harry was almost late for his practical. In fact, the moment he straightened up, thinking to tidy his robes and maybe his hair, the Heamdmistress’ voice was heard from her old office.
            “Harry Potter.”
            The nervousness in the pit of his stomach was a familiar feeling at this point. From his first encounter with the Sorting Hat, through all his weird moments cheating death, up to knowing he was about to die in the Forbidden Forest, the one feeling he could always count on was his nerves.
            That familiar feeling actually soothed him as he walked into the office, greeting his teacher with a polite hello. He looked at the stern woman he had grown fond of through the years, and admitted that she was in all probability, much more terrifying than Voldemort had ever been.
            “Mister Potter, shall we begin?”
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            “Very good Mister Potter. Take a seat.” McGonagall’s lips were pressed into a firm line, but relaxed slightly as he sat, his eyes showing the confidence his spellwork had proven. “Overall you did very well, however you will need some more studying in order to pass your N.E.W.T.S. You have proven that in practical application you are more than capable, yet as you chose to return to school instead of immediately becoming an Auror, I assume you would prefer the complete education that an Auror typically requires.”
            “Yes ma’am, I would. I considered becoming an Auror straight away, but it didn’t feel…right.” Harry admitted slowly. “It’s the only career I’ve really thought about, or know too much about to be honest, and I want to give it everything I’ve got.”
            “I do have another option for you if you are interested. This year we will have a visiting Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. If you like you may take this year to finish your studies, and next year take on the teaching yourself.”
            “You’re asking me to teach?” Harry’s mouth was agape, not quite comprehending what was happening.
            “Yes Potter, or have I asked someone too incompetent to understand?” Her words were stern, but her eyes twinkled, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh.
            “I…I don’t know what to say Professor.”
            “With your experience teaching in D.A., the rest of your education, as well as your actual experiences against the dark arts, I believe this job would be an ideal way to showcase your talents as a wizard.” McGonagall continued, giving him just enough information to sink in. “Think about it, and after Christmas we can discuss if you are interested.” She created his schedule and handed it to him. “Classes begin for you tomorrow.”
            Harry rose, and inclined his head respectfully. “Thank you, I will consider it. I promise.”
            He didn’t even look at his class schedule and left the room in a slight daze, ignoring Ron’s inquiries as he headed out the door. Professor Potter. It had a nice ring to it, didn’t it?
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            Ron slumped into a chair after his practical, Minerva eyeing him with consideration. The young man was by no means inept, in fact in some aspects he was quite clever, but he seemed to lack direction and desire. Then again, it could just be depression, his family had been hit quite hard after all.
            “Acceptable work Mister Weasley.” She said, not unkindly. “Acceptable indeed. Have you given thought to what you would like to do after your N.E.W.T.S?”
            Ron shrugged. “I don’t want to be an Auror anymore. I’m not good enough at Quidditch to be on a team, and I don’t want to work in my brother’s joke shop either.”
            “What about following your father into the Ministry?”
            Ron leaned back in his seat, sighing. “Doing what? I don’t think I’d be very good at what Dad does, and I’m not ambitious like Percy.”
            The headmistress tutted, “Ronald Weasley, you are more capable than you believe and I am rather surprised and disappointed that you haven’t considered working in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.”
            Ron was taken aback, but was thoughtful.
            “Your love of sports is quite apparent, and based on your chess skills you have the ability to strategize and organize very well. If you are interested, we can tailor your schedule to even allow you to work an internship, so that you will be able to decide by Christmas if you would like to pursue it further.”
            Finally, Ron smiled, relieving McGonagall, although her face remained as impassive as ever. “Yeah… I would like that actually. Can we try it?”
            “Yes Mister Weasley, you may. Here is your schedule. You will have classes, but twice a week during working hours you will floo to the Ministry and work there instead of going to class. Have a nice day Mister Weasley, don’t be late for your first class tomorrow.”
            “Yes Professor, thank you.” Ron stood, towering over the witch, but he smiled broadly this time. “Really, thanks.” And he strode out of the room, considerably feeling less apathetic towards himself. Minerva shook her head but smiled after he left. He would be okay, she felt it in her bones.
            She called out into the classroom. “Draco Malfoy.”
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            “Should I do more Professor?” Malfoy asked, his sleeves rolled up, his wand still at the ready. He was eager to prove to anyone who would listen that he had grown up, and changed for the better.
            “No Mister Malfoy, you’ve done extremely well, I have everything I need. You are on the correct track to do very well on your N.E.W.T.S, better than expected even. With just a few classes you’ll be ready to take them in no time.” McGonagall was brisk, to the point. She kept trying to avoid looking at the dark mark stamped into the young man’s flesh. It pained her that one so young had been turned. Even though his life was back on track, he would be forever marked.
            Draco noticed her glances, and slowly lowered his sleeves back down to his wrists. He hated that mark, it did nothing but remind him of his mistakes. Draco remained standing when McGonagall sat behind the desk, rummaging through parchment. He wanted to seem strong and confident, but his former professor could tell how hard he was trying. “Have you considered what career you would like to go into Mister Malfoy?”
            “No. I suppose I’ll be expected to follow in my father’s footsteps and meddle in Ministry affairs. Following in his footsteps though… hasn’t quite worked out well for me.” Draco practically spat the last part out, his face darkening.
            “How about becoming an Auror? Your skills are suited.” Minerva threw out the idea, knowing it would be rejected.
            “I can’t. I’ll always be an outsider with this thing branding me forever.” He sighed internally, and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
            “What if you chose to do nothing Mister Malfoy?”
            “Nothing? Are you joking?” Draco sneered, much like the old Draco would have. “Have me spend my days doing what, wandering around my home blanching at the sight of any room that HE was in?”
            “Your family has been wealthy for generations and I assume your finances are still in great order given that your mother is so organized. Why not travel? Complete a full education, travel the world, and if you want to get out of the house when at home, find a charity or organization to volunteer at. You could even get a part time job to amuse yourself.” McGonagall held her breath as Malfoy considered. She hoped that not having to reach goals set to him by others would be appealing.
            “You’re serious, aren’t you?” Draco asked softly, scrutinizing her as she sat calmly, hands folded in front of her. “I wasn’t aware I had that option.”
            “Everyone has different choices to make Mister Malfoy. You don’t have to do anything, except find peace if that is what you choose.” Draco finally sat as she spoke, looking at her earnestly.
            “I can pass my N.E.W.T.S and just….be?” he asked softly. The headmistress nodded. She wasn’t surprised when he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk, his head pressed against his knuckles as if blocking a headache. This was the first time she had seen him vulnerable, but she knew it had been there, and according to Moaning Myrtle, he was under too much pressure from all sides.
            The moment was over too quickly however, and the composed Draco Malfoy was once again sitting up straight and proper, no hint of vulnerability on his face once more. “That sounds acceptable thank you Headmistress.”
            McGonagall handed Draco his schedule, and escorted him to the door, placing a matronly hand on his shoulder. He tensed at first, but accepted the silent comfort and acceptance. “Enjoy the term Mister Malfoy.”
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            McGonagall easily caught the startled creature and calmly turned the now purple cat back to normal, while Neville stammered out apologies. “That’s quite alright Mister Longbottom, although you certainly were no under obligation to try the Transfiguration portion of the exam, you haven’t been in a class since your O.W.L.S.”
            Neville sighed, but wasn’t too upset. “I did some extra studying, and my Gran thought with all my new experience that maybe I would be better at Transfiguration now.”
            “Tsk. You are still outstanding at charms, I would focus on that and Herbology of course. Although, we should add potions again to your course list, you may need the extra knowledge in the future.” She sat down primly, only slightly enjoying the confusion on his face.
            “Well I hope to become good enough to teach.” Neville said with pride. “If it takes more time studying potions then I will gladly do so.”
            “You’ll have plenty of time because starting this year Professor Sprout had asked that you become her assistant, and within the next five years you’ll slowly take over each level. She wants a slower retirement you see.”
            “Wait, I can teach at Hogwarts?!” Neville was practically bursting with excitement. “When do I start?”
            “First things first Longbottom. You’ll assist her with the first years this year while you complete your N.E.W.T.S. The rest is up to Professor Sprout. She will have you take over at her leisure. Do you have any more questions?”
            “None, thank you Professor!!” Neville extended his hand eagerly, and Minerva grasped it firmly, but gave the young man a small smile.
            “You’ve proven yourself well, I look forward to working with you Mister Longbottom.”
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            Blaise had Lavender pushed against the door to her room, pinning her hands above her head as he kissed her feverishly, nipping at her neck, making her whimper and strain against his hands.
            She couldn’t believe that she was here with him, wanting him as much as she did. She barely knew Zabini, but at the moment it didn’t matter in the slightest. Actually, the two hadn’t even exchanged any words at all to her knowledge. She had bumped into him in the common room, literally, causing him to drop a bag, spilling a few books out of the satchel. She had gathered them up for him, and upon noticing that they were sex books; a guide, a how-to and a book of sex positions, she had blushed.
            He looked her straight in the eyes, though, unfazed, his eyes staring so deep into hers she felt a flutter. So, Lavender smiled at him and winked, realizing just how sexy he was when a smirk appeared on his face.
            There was no one else in the common room, so she let herself be impulsive and kissed him, much the way she had first kissed Ron. To her delight, he kissed back, pulling her body close to his. After a moment she broke away, took his hand and led him to her room. Lavender thought it was crazy, reckless and so frigging sexy.
            She was brought back to the present when he released her hands, allowing her to entwine her arms around his neck, pulling him tight into her. She had loved the way he pinned her, but she wanted to show him exactly what she could do.
            Lavender kissed him, pushing Blaise over to her bed. Once he was seated, she pushed his robes aside and pulled down his trousers and boxers in a single motion, causing Blaise to moan eagerly at her lusty enthusiasm. He wasn’t as long as Ron, but he had more girth, and the Gryffindor in Lavender was eager for the challenge.
            Zabini leaned down his head to kiss Lavender’s full lips once more as her hand lightly brushed his length, gently stroking and exploring. Her fingers were soft and gentle on his swelling shaft, and she knew the correct pressure to get him to maximum erectness. Once she was sure he was ready for her, she shifted her position on her knees, licked his tip slowly, and practically purred at the taste. She twirled her tongue on the sensitive area, hands languidly pumping him.
            She tried to start slowly and tease him, wanting to drive him crazy, but she had a need, and before Blaise knew it, she had taken as much of him as she could in her lips and was driving him to distraction. He bunched his fingers in her hair, keeping it from getting in her way. There was no way in hell he wanted anything to make her stop, even for a second.
            Lavender moaned around him, allowing the vibration to get him even deeper down her throat. Blaise grunted, pulling on her hair slightly, trying to pull her back, away from his throbbing cock. He felt he was about to burst, but Lavender had already felt how tight he was, and refused to move, intensifying her ministrations, using her mouth and both hands. He grunted loudly when he came, his hips shuddering against the bed, and she relished the hot salty taste in her mouth. She sucked it all greedily, and to her delight he became stiff once more. Ron rarely could get it up to continue the fun. She realized how wet she was at the idea of having Blaise inside of her, which caused her to moan in anticipation and impatience. Lavender eagerly straddled him, spreading her legs wide, and helping Zabini shove her knickers aside. He caressed her dripping sex with his fingers, probing slightly while she held herself up. She wiggled, wanting more as she kissed his neck, shoving aside his robe and shirt to bite his collarbone.
            He inserted one finger, and a soft keen came from her as she tensed, letting him feel how tight she could get around him. Blaise stuck in two more fingers, slowly testing if she could handle his penis. Her moans became more frequent, but still soft as he gently thrust his fingers in and out of her, slipping in a fourth when she seemed comfortable. She let out a long ohhh, at the fourth finger but instead of seeming uneasy or uncomfortable, Lavender ground down on his fingers, pushing them into her as far as they could go, stretching her out more than she had ever been stretched.
            His thumb played with her bud, her breathing becoming erratic, when to his surprise, she reached down and pulled his fingers out of her pussy. She looked straight into his eyes, and sucked the first dripping finger, and aligned herself above his almost painfully engorged cock. Both of their eyes were fueled with lust, and Zabini grasped Lavender around her waist, helping steady her as she placed her hands on his shoulders. Their eyes never left the other’s, each one turned on by the idea of seeing the other’s reaction as Blaise filled Lavender’s pussy to its limit.
            She was slowly lowering herself onto him, his hands tight on her as she bit her lip, preparing herself for such a thick cock, his tip had just grazed her petals when Hermione Granger burst into their room, carrying an armload of books. She saw the duo, and her books dropped to the floor as Hermione turned red, and she shouted, “Damnit Lavender do you even know how to lock doors?” before turning and running out of the room.
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