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There Are Some Things Books Can't Do	By : I'veGotNothing Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 17681 -:- 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 all again for still reading, and I hope that you enjoy this chapter, even though it’s a bit short!
            Annecia89: your words of encouragement are totally the balm I needed to get this moving again. This scene is just a little thank you, and a precursor of more to come as a thanks!
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            Draco was bored. His shower had relieved some tension, but his conversation with Ron had pissed him off. It took about an hour of pacing in his room, muttering and reminding himself that he wasn’t his father to calm him down. He should have kept his cool talking to the weasel.      To be fair, his father would have hexed the wizard instead, but it didn’t really make Malfoy feel better. Perhaps bad blood between families was an actual thing, not just a learned prejudice.
            By the time Draco calmed down though, he was desperately bored and weirdly felt cooped up. He had been at Hogwarts for one day, and he felt stifled. He couldn’t understand it, it was freedom compared to prison at the manor during Voldemort’s reign. Not only that, but a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders after his talk with the Headmistress. So why the hell was he so restless?
            Draco knew Blaise was busy, and he wasn’t about to go to Hogsmeade alone. He didn’t want to look pathetic, he was already viewed rather disdainfully in the wizarding world. He flopped on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The restless feeling increased to his annoyance.
            He took a deep breath, trying to envision what would make him happy when he pictured a cool night sky and wind blowing past his face. Malfoy smiled, scrambling off the bed in the most undignified way to grab his broomstick.
            He hadn’t been flying in ages, and so hopefully this was the remedy. He rushed through the halls of the castle to get downstairs, passing several amused looking ghosts, countless murmuring portraits and a few students heading back to their dorms before curfew. Honestly, he didn’t care if he missed curfew. As a still activated prefect, he had every right to wander around. Even with his broom he could claim that he was doing rounds. Although he really should meet up with the seventh-year head boy and girl to find out what the rounds schedules were, just so he could have a good alibi.
            Draco chuckled to himself as he reached the main doors, sometimes the Slytherin in him was just too apparent. He felt the fresh air hit his face after he opened the doors, and decided to fly towards the Quidditch pitch instead of walk. He needed to be in the sky.
            The moment he kicked off from the ground, and felt the wind blowing the hair away from his face, a tightness in his chest eased. He was so accustomed to that discomfort from the past year or so that he didn’t realize how painful it had become. Malfoy was so relieved and excited to be flying again that he did a few barrel rolls on his way to the pitch.
            He flew around the quidditch pitch, if anyone was watching they would have thought that a hyperactive child was playing tag with an invisible classmate. Malfoy let himself fly without thinking, until he was totally and completely relaxed. He landed gracefully, sliding off of his broom in practiced ease and stared in satisfaction around the field. He wasn’t proud of the kid he had been playing the sport, but flying was something he truly enjoyed.
            Malfoy wanted to see the locker rooms once more, he wasn’t going to be playing this year, but he wanted to see if his old Quidditch robes were in the storage locker. He noticed the door was slightly ajar, cautiously put his broom aside and retrieved his wand, before peeking inside.
            He nearly laughed, but managed to stay silent at the sight before him. Hermione Granger was wrapped around Viktor Krum. He was shirtless, his hair damp, skin still slightly glistening from a shower, while she was fully clothed, but their lips were locked in a passionate frenzy. Krum had Granger pushed against the wall, one hand pressed into the wall beside her, the other cupping her face, a tender gesture in an otherwise fervent moment. Her arms were thrown around him, hands roaming, feeling his taunt muscles as they snogged.
            Malfoy was at once pleased and jealous. He did imagine it was him that she would wrap herself around, but he was glad that she seemed to be getting over Ron rather quickly. He withdrew his wand, and decided to give the couple some privacy, before common sense flew out the window and he asked to join them.
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            Krum walked Hermione back to her dormitory, her hand tucked securely in his. It was well after curfew, but neither of them would face repercussions for being out late. The only thing they had to fear was being caught in an uncompromising situation. Fortune was on their side however, as the portraits they passed were all sleeping, the ghosts were haunting elsewhere and no faculty member or student was around.
            Hermione kept sneaking glances at Viktor, a soft smile on her still tingling lips. They felt extra full and soft from their rendezvous. Viktor’s hard, sulking expression was relaxed with her, and the way he looked at her still made her feel lighter than air.
            He didn’t say a word when they reached the entrance to her dorm. He simply pulled her in once more for a sweet, lingering kiss. She said nothing either, not wanting to chance waking any portraits with her words. He pressed his lips to her hand, with a slight bow, and strode away, leaving her shyly grinning like a fool, with a new need rising in her.
            Hermione pressed the stone and hurried into her dormitory, her bag trailing in her fingers as she rushed to her room to grab needed items for a bath.
            She was as quiet as possible, trying not to wake the sleeping forms of Blaise and Lavender, who were intertwined, with Blaise as the little spoon. In less than two minutes Hermione was filling her bath up with colored foam, a strong scent of honeysuckle in the air, and she undressed, leaving a robe near the tub to slip into when she was finished.
            The bath was warm, like a weighted blanket and enveloped her form easily. She tied her hair up into a knot above her head before slipping her whole body down into the bath, her head leaning back onto a bath pillow she transfigured from some towels.
            Draco had mentioned that masturbation worked best when aroused and wet. Well, her snogging session with Krum definitely had her aroused! She closed her eyes and let out a breath slowly, letting the warm water relax her even further.
            Eyes still closed, Hermione tentatively brushed her fingers over her breasts, caressing them. The water helped her fingers to glide over her skin, a delicate finger tracing lightly over her nipple, which hardened quickly at her touch, causing Hermione to give out a small sigh of appreciation. Already better results than previous attempts.
            As she lightly stimulated her breast, she let her other hand wander down, her fingers cautious around her mons as she went lower. Her fingers lightly rubbed up and down her slit, the bath mixing with her natural juices. Hermione carefully pushed a fingertip passed her lips, allowing a small moan to escape her. Gaining confidence, she inserted her whole finger, pushing in and out, enjoying the feel of the extra lubrication. She felt even more aroused, and removed her digit, using it to encircle her now slightly pulsing clitoris. She pictured Viktor, as she stimulated herself. His dark eyes boring into hers before they kissed in the locker room, his arms, strong around her, his lips urging her to open to him, his tongue expertly dancing with hers. She imagined his hands and lips on her now, begging her with his touches to give him more.
            As her fingers moved faster, her fingers hitting the spots she used to miss before, her breathing becoming rapid, she envisioned herself as a confident goddess, eagerly straddling Krum, taking his full length in one simple stroke, and riding him. Hermione kept her eyes squished shut, little moans and gasps escaping her trembling body as she touched herself, completely caught up in her fantasy.
            In her mind she gripped his shoulders tightly as he held onto her, calling her name as she rode him expertly. The image in her head of Viktor moaning her name as he came, was her undoing. With a final push of her button, Hermione cried out a high whine, her legs pressed tightly together, trapping her hand in place, prolonging her orgasm.
            Once her first orgasm subsided, Hermione slid out of the bath, pulling her robe on and gathering her clothes as the tub drained. She walked back to her room in a daze, getting into bed with her robe still on. Blaise was still asleep in the next bed with her roommate, but she didn’t care. Her last thought before falling fast asleep was that Draco certainly knew his stuff.
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