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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: Thank you to those who commented a review and to those of you who emailed me! I am beyond delighted and thankful for everyone’s opinions and ideas. Also I’m pleased to see that you all seem to really be enjoying the story. Now here comes the difficult part. The two options were pretty much neck and neck, to the point I asked my husband to read the story, and give me his two cents. He was the tie breaker, and honestly his opinion surprised me. So without further ado, on with the story!
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            Hermione reeled back in her chair, distancing herself from Draco. “What the bloody hell Malfoy?!”
            Draco flinched, his heart racing at her reaction. He stammered, gesturing towards her bag, “I… I saw the book.”
            Hermione’s cheeks were tinged with pink, and she looked angry. “I really don’t see how it’s any of your business, and that comment was totally inappropriate.” She snapped at him, hastily gathering her items, planning on leaving.
            “Granger I was just teasing. Honest.” Malfoy tried to get her to look at him, his tone pleading. She ignored him, still trying to pack up her items quickly, but without ruining her notes.
            “You think its okay to tease someone like me, about something like that?” she spat, finally looking at him. “The Miss-Know-It-All with all the sexual charisma of a Blast-Ended Skrewt, trying to understand sex?”
            “Gods Hermione no! I was teasing because I’ve read that book too!” Malfoy blurted out. Immediately his pale features were as flushed as hers.
            Hermione stilled as he continued speaking. “Look Granger, this whole friends thing has me out of my comfort zone… when you were teasing me before it felt really good, and I thought maybe I could tease you on some common ground. Isn’t that what friends do?”
            She nodded slowly, the rage leaving her face, but instead of softening, staying as hardened as marble.
            “I fucked up just now. And I didn’t mean to. I meant nothing by it, I promise.” Draco continued to stare as she sat back down, and cautiously unloaded her bag. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”
            “Apology appreciated.” Hermione said stiffly, before sighing and burying her head in her hands. “Sorry for going off on you like that… this is just so embarrassing.”
            Draco breathed in deeply, trying to calm his fluttering heart. “It’s okay.”
            She mumbled something behind her hands, but Malfoy didn’t hear. “I didn’t quite catch that Granger.”
            “I said, Blaise gave me that book… and I don’t know why I decided to read it in a public place. It’s my fault.” Hermione cringed when Draco laughed.
            “I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing because Blaise is the one who gave me that same book. Actually, he gave me three, in fourth year. He was essentially my dorm’s sex ed teacher all year.”
            “You’re kidding!” breathed Hermione, the tightness in her chest gradually abating.
            “Not at all, he was a patient teacher. And he answered so many stupid questions. Although I should have asked more before Pansy and I slept together that year. It was pretty awful.” Draco admitted casually, before realizing what he said. “Shit, you probably didn’t want or need to hear that.”
            Hermione didn’t want to confess that she actually did want to know, made a face. “Well it’s out there now.”
            It was quiet for a moment, as they didn’t quite look each other in the eye. Hermione broke the silence. “So… hypothetically speaking, you’re a safe person to talk to about this kind of stuff.”
            Draco shrugged. “Yes, but only if you’re comfortable… It’s a hard topic to discuss.”
            “So if I have questions from the books.. uh book… then I can ask you instead of Blaise? Kinda caught him and Lavender about to shag, I don’t really want to have this kind of conversation with him now.” Hermione shuddered exaggeratedly, making Draco laugh.
            “Yeah, but wouldn’t it be more comfortable talking to Potter or his girlfriend?”
            “Harry’s too much like a brother…and well that means Ginny is essentially dating my brother. I don’t want to hear about that.”
            “Fair point.” Draco was pleased that even after he made her uncomfortable, she had chosen him to talk to about her sexual questions… But after seeing her masturbate, he was starting to visualize their talking turning into so much more. He swallowed, realizing that his pants had become a little tight in a very specific area. That was new, since when did the idea of shagging Granger become a turn on?
            “I’ve finished reading the book you saw, but I’m just not fully comprehending how it works.” Hermione acknowledged matter-of-factly, as if this was a difficult class. “And I can’t concentrate on my other materials until I can figure out exactly how it works.”
            Draco saw her again in his mind, masturbating to no avail. More than anything he wanted to pleasure this witch. He had no idea where it came from, and at the moment, he didn’t care. He just wanted her. “Muffliato.”
            Hermione started as he cast the spell around him. “Malfoy what-“
            “This isn’t a conversation for everyone. Just you and me.”
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            They had talked well past lunch, and she would have thrown even more questions at him if his stomach hadn’t started grumbling. They had agreed that it was time to stop and join their friends at dinner.
            She seemed more relaxed and thoughtful during dinner, but her friends shrugged it off, she tended to get that way when she studied. But Draco couldn’t help but observe her, noticing details he had brushed aside before. Like the way her eyes warmed, deepening in color when she looked at her friends, or how her delicate lips pursed when someone made an insensitive joke.
            He managed to eat and keep up conversation with his mates, but it was excessively distracting. The moment he could he begged off from heading to Hogsmeade, and went straight to the prefect’s bathroom to shower. He wanted more privacy than his dormmates would provide.
            Once the water was cold, he stepped in hoping to finally relieve the tension that had been building all evening. To his dismay, the cold water was doing nothing, and the discomfort only grew. He realized his swollen member wasn’t going to go away on his own, so he changed the water to hot. As his body warmed up, he closed his eyes and languidly, delicately stroked himself, digging through his head for an old favorite fantasy. Instead of thinking of seducing a Beauxbatons girl during the Yule Ball (preferring imagination to what actually happened) he started thinking about his day with Granger in the library…and how he would have liked it to go.
“This isn’t a conversation for everyone. Just you and me.”
            She started to speak but he laid his hand on her knee, silencing her, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
            He leaned in, a determined look in his steel gray eyes before gently pressing his lips to hers. She didn’t retreat, she seemed in shock, so he pulled back first.
            “I thought we were going to discuss the book.” Hermione mumbled, not realizing her hand was touching her warm lips.
            “Granger, when are you going to learn that the answers aren’t always in a book?” he leaned in again, stopping when there was just a breath of space between their lips.
            “Malfoy, this is so sudden, how can I even process this-“ she breathed rapidly, her thoughts scrambling before he interrupted her.
            “I know. And if you don’t want to do anything, we don’t have to.” He stayed where he was, savoring how close he was to her, and wanting to be close in case she said yes, he desperately wanted to taste her lips again.
            Hermione tentatively bit her bottom lip. His kiss had felt so nice. And she was astonished when she realized that her knickers were feeling a bit damp. Something about Draco Malfoy, was definitely arousing her, in a way Ron’s kiss hadn’t.
            So many thoughts flooded her mind, a million reasons why she should just walk away. And she had only one reason to stay. But her curiosity won, it always did and she leaned in the last few millimeters, their lips meeting in a soft, sweet kiss.
            “And if I want to stop?” she broke the kiss briefly, worried that he would be like Cormac and not take no for an answer.
            “Then we stop.” There was no hesitation or deceit in his voice, his eyes were soft, full of longing.
            Instantly she felt safe with him, and he cupped her face in his hands, peppering chaste kisses along her jawline, arousing her further.
            Hermione stood as Draco pulled her up with him, heart beating, unsure of what exactly they were about to do. He pushed her books aside, and had her sit on the table, spreading her legs enough that he could step between and continue snogging her.
            She obliged happily, wrapping her arms around his neck as their tongues met for the first time. His hands were strong, but gentle as they held her. He wanted to release his throbbing cock, but was afraid it was too fast for both of them. Instead he savored her sweet lips, and tried to ignore the discomfort as he pulled her even closer to him.
            Hermione shrugged her outer robes off, just the school uniform underneath. She blushed as she realized her skirt was quite high on her thighs without the robe to cover up. Draco looked into her eyes, one of his hands moving to her thighs, as he silently questioned if it was okay to go on. She nodded and his fingers crept up, lightly tracing sensitive spots as she shivered.
            He pulled her knickers aside, fingers carefully looking for her button. It had been awhile since he was intimate with anyone, and he wasn’t sure he could do any better than she did, but damn he wanted to try.
            Draco listened to her gasps, and felt her tighten whenever it felt good, using those reactions to tell him where he needed to be. He massaged around her clit for a few moments, kissing her, and relishing how she had to pull back slightly every time he gave her pleasure to moan. He deftly slid a finger into her, probing at her entrance, loving how she bucked at the unexpected digit in her cavern.
            “Draco!” she called out as he pushed his finger in her virgin pussy. His cock was excessively painful by this point, and to his delight she seemed to understand, unbuttoning his trousers and releasing his cock, holding it in her soft hands.
            She stroked him, matching his movements. Her eyes kept unfocusing as they pleasured each other. Malfoy sped up attentions, feeling how close she was to orgasm. Her hand squeezed around his shaft, unable to pump, her body so unused to sexual pleasure.
            “I… I think… I’m going to cum!” Hermione keened between gasps, her body shuddering, grip like a vise around his cock. Draco took his free hand and held her head, forcing him to look at him as she unraveled.
            “Cum for me Hermione. Look at me.” She tried to look at him, Gods she tried. But his intense gaze of lust and excitement, along with his capable fingers, was too much for her and she came, head jerking, her eyes rolling, powerless against the shuddering pleasure of her first orgasm.
            Draco’s orgasm was powerful thinking of that beautiful witch, and he had to steady himself on the wall with one hand as his cum shot out of him. “Oh Hermione.” He couldn’t help but say to himself, eyes closed and savoring the fading images of his new favorite fantasy.
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