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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: So, I got my first non-positive review. As a writer, that sucks, but I won’t let it keep me down. Although the late posting is partially me trying to write and then continuously deleting everything because I’m second guessing myself. And a very big part of me wants to clarify all of my creative choices, share my vision, and explain why I changed some fundamental canons. I’m not going to do that though. As much as I would like to rationalize this away, my for fun scribblings aren’t for everyone. Not everyone is going to like it, not everyone is going to want to continue reading. I want to emphasize again that this fic is for fun, it’s not going to be too heavy, it’s mostly sex drama to be honest. To everyone that is still reading, thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy it! If not, well that’s alright. I just appreciate you all being along for the ride.
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            After dinner Harry and Ginny coaxed Hermione out into the courtyard to socialize instead of prepping lessons for several weeks ahead of time. Ron joined in, but in a less boisterous manner.
            They all settled in, leaning or sitting on various walls, chatting about what their course schedules would be like.
            “I want to do well on my N.E.W.T.S, but honestly I just want to play quidditch.” Ginny confided in her friends as she gently massaged Harry’s shoulders. He was always tense these days. “I’m taking a full course load for mum though. I think I’ll tell her when I sign with a team.”
            Ron rolled his eyes, slouching against the stone pillar archway. “Mum won’t care at this point Gin, she has other priorities now.”
            Ginny shrugged. “Maybe, but if I get a lot of N.E.W.T.S she’ll be more pleased than if I don’t try at all.”
            “It’s a good idea, you never know what your other options will be, you might need them.” Harry said thoughtfully, only partially paying attention. “I might not be an Auror even.”
            “WHAT?”
            It was hard to say who spoke in more surprise, Ron or Hermione. “McGonagall offered me the DADA position next year if I want it.”
            “Blimey Harry, that’s amazing!”
            “I figured she meant you when we talked about teaching today. I’m a little shocked you’re considering it, but I do believe it’s something you would excel at.” Hermione’s surprise wore off the quickest.
            “I did enjoy instructing in DA, that’s why I’m thinking about it,” Harry explained. “Did she offer you a position too?”
            “She did, and I have a few options so I’m doing research to see if its something I want to pursue. I only want to do it though if I can still fight for other magical creatures’ rights however.”
            “You and your research,” Ginny teased. “I think you’re in that library too much, and you haven’t even started your classes! All you do is study for classes!”
            “That’s not true, today I interacted with another human being in the library, and we didn’t talk about school.” Hermione felt like she was boasting and was slightly embarrassed. Perhaps there was a bit more to life than school, especially if she had to use her enlightening conversation with Draco and other… personal details as proof. Not that her friends needed to know exactly what she did with her extra time.
            Ron chuckled. “Wow, greeeeaaat job Mione, you had a conversation with someone other than us or a teacher. You’re really broadening your horizons.”
            “Aw c’mon Ron, Hermione has lots of friends, she just likes us best. Besides don’t you still have pen pals? Weren’t you and Krum pretty good friends?” Ginny was quick to defend, seeing Hermione’s tinged cheeks.
            Ron groaned as Hermione spoke. “Yes, we were… But after we were on the run, I lost contact with him… He’s only written me back twice over the summer after I was able to start corresponding, but then again I know Quidditch takes up a lot of his time. Although he did mention that when he’s back in Britain he would like to have a drink in Hogsmeade.”
            “Did he mention when?” Harry asked. He wasn’t as eager as Ron was about Quidditch, but he felt the last time he saw Krum he wasn’t as friendly as the wizard deserved.
            “No, but he did seem to think it would be soon.” Her lips quirked up in a small smile thinking about Viktor Krum. He held a special place in her heart. And her fantasies.
            “Didn’t you guys know?” Ginny looked at her brother, her boyfriend and her best friend in exasperation. For such accomplished and famous wizards, the three of them had no observational skills. “Krum’s the visiting Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”
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            “Fucking Krum.” Ron was muttering to himself as he trudged to the prefect’s bathroom. The news had taken them by surprise. Hermione had immediately gone to her room to pen him a note, wanting all the details and Harry and taken Ginny back to their room, Harry giving Ron the pleading eyes to stay away for awhile. The knowledge that Harry was probably shagging his sister at that moment, plus finding out that the one man who had made Hermione feel special in a way he failed to do so wasn’t exactly putting Ron in the greatest of moods.
            Ron sighed as he uttered the password, slipping into the room, not noticing the steam in the air. He really just needed to get over Hermione. Maybe he should try dating Lavender again. They had fun over the summer, and she was an incredible listener. She even made him feel it was okay to be vulnerable. Or he could look at someone else, he might have burned that bridge though already. Maybe Hannah? Definitely not Padma, he embarrassed himself too much fourth year there.
            As he was musing to himself over his choices, he stepped closer to the showers, finally noticing that someone was in there. Ron saw wet platinum hair and decided that it was best if he left, when he heard Malfoy gasp out. “Oh Hermione.”
            “Bloody fucking hell. Not you too.” Ron cursed, his voice reverberating in the cavernous bathroom, causing Malfoy to start, whirling around to reach for a wand that wasn’t there.
            “Shit Weasel, at least let a guy know you’re in here before you get hexed.” Wary, but confident it wasn’t someone who would actually harm him he turned back around, turning off the shower taps and stepping out, reaching for the enormous towel he left on a hook beside the shower. Ron was beet red, trying to avert his gaze but couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of Draco until he was covered up in the towel.
            Draco ignore Ron’s gazes, understanding clicking in his brain. He rather felt sorry for Ron if his hunch was correct. Figuring out one’s sexuality was a bitch at the best of times. Trying to figure it out after a war and losing friends and family? Well… that was a whole other battle.
            “How long have you been into Hermione?” Ron asked grumpily, in theory trying to make conversation but obviously being more than a bit nosey.
            “Not that its any of your business, but it’s a new development.” Draco affirmed, using a smaller towel to dry his hair. Seeing the look on Ron’s face Draco rolled his eyes. “Weasel, I’m not going for her. She’s my friend. But my fantasies are my fantasies. Even if I was going to go for her, that’s not your business anymore.”
            “She’s still my best friend. And you think she’s a m-“ Ron scowled.
            “I used to think that. I was wrong.” Draco slipped his robes on.
            “Can you swear you won’t try for her?”
            Draco heard the desperation in Ron’s voice, and his face softened briefly before resuming his normal hardness. “I don’t owe you any promises. And if she ever wants to be with me, in any capacity, I can and will give it a go.”
            “You owe me your life Malfoy!”
            “Wrong.” Draco’s voice was steely, almost dangerous. He did pick up one or two useful things from his father after all. “Potter saved my life. You would have let me die. You saved Goyle. He owes you. Not me. I will not answer to you, especially when you’re so small as to try to keep me away from a brilliant witch. As I said, she and I are friends. Potter is my friend. Weaselette is my friend. And I am not going to stay away from them just to make you comfortable.”
            With that Malfoy swept out of the bathroom, leaving an open mouthed, red faced Ron, with no idea exactly how much that little showdown sickened Malfoy to the core.
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            Hermione crumpled another piece of parchment, tossing it aside. She was going to owl Viktor, asking him why he didn’t say he was going to be teaching. But it seemed silly to owl him when he was in the castle. She should borrow Harry’s map to see where he was and go to him. Yet the reason why she kept drafting letters was because she was concerned about how it would look. He was a teacher now, she a student. Sure she was of age, and they had a history, but he now held power. And, if she was being completely truthful with herself, she wouldn’t mind snogging him again. Maybe even fooling around. She had fantasized it enough times. Honestly if she and Ron hadn’t been awkwardly courting during Bill’s wedding, she would have at least considered losing her virginity to him.
            Hermione groaned in frustration. She wanted to get the map, but when she walked by Harry’s room the first time, the moans, grunts and slight bed squeaking had told her to obviously wait. And from what she heard from Ginny, their stamina was really good, they would be at it for a while.
            Just then Lavender came in, grabbed some clothing from her trunk and started changing. “Hermione I know this is rude, but Blaise asked if he could come back. He’ll be here any second and we never actually finished what we started this morning. Please is it okay?”
            Hermione turned in her chair a little annoyed until she saw Lavender. She had changed into lingerie, and she looked very good. She was in an emerald green, lace teddy. Her nipples were barely covered, her silver scars seemed to glisten in contrast on her creamy skin. She was frantically brushing her hair, trying to arrange it in the most alluring manner around her face and shoulders. “Do I look alright?” she asked, applying a slight gloss on her lips, drawing attention to how plump and full they were.
            Hermione grabbed her bag and her wand. “You look perfect.” She was telling the truth, and this was the perfect opportunity to go find Krum. If she brought her school books they could talk about school. “I’ll see you later.”
            “Thanks girl, you’re the best!” Lavender beamed at her before putting the finishing touches on her face.
            Hermione knew Lavender was beautiful, she had grown up with her after all. But this was the first moment where she kind of saw why Ron would continue to be with her. She just had that magnetism to pull you in.
            As she slipped into the hall, Blaise was entering from the common room. He smirked, nodding at her, but said nothing, smoothly entering the door she just vacated. Hermione walked briskly deciding to try Krum’s new office first.
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