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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: I am so sorry it’s been a week already! The weather here has kept my husband home instead of at work, and it can be very hard to focus on writing when he is around. I wanted to give you guys an extra long chapter about their whole first day of classes… but in order to post today, I write enough. But I will try to get my husband out of the house more so that I can post another chapter within a few more days! Thank you for continuing to read, I hope you enjoy and please review!
Anncia89: Aww that’s so sweet, I love that you enjoy this fic so much! I will admit that getting caught is one of my favorite writing tropes, so I tend to overuse it…but it is so much fun to use!!
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            Hermione woke early, despite the late hour she had gone to bed. She was eager to begin studying like she used to do. And if she was honest with herself, she was excited to see if she could keep her cool around Viktor after the night before. There was a little thrill deep inside her knowing that she had snogged a teacher, and then fantasized about them having sex!
            She started brushing out her tangled hair when she heard whispers and murmurs from Lavender’s bed. Glancing over she couldn’t help but smile. Blaise was holding lavender to his chest, they were whispering, probably not realizing she was awake. She could tell even from across the room they were both smiling, sharing small kisses between sweet words.
            As sweet of a sight Hermione thought it was, she didn’t want them to start going at it again so she uttered a polite good morning before returning her attention back to her hair.
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            Ron woke up groggy, surprised that Harry didn’t wake him up in the middle of the night from nightmares. Then again, Harry wore himself out the night before. He had been with Ginny so long that Ron sat in the common room for quite awhile before Dean, Seamus and Neville had invited him to hang out. Thank God Neville had been there because after a few rounds of exploding snap Dean and Seamus were getting too lovey, interrupting the game.
Ron and Neville played wizard chess after Seamus had whispered urgently into Dean’s ear, causing them to abruptly retire to their room. It was a good distraction, and Ron had forgotten how comfortable he felt around Neville. In fact, before he ran into his sister and Harry in the hall, sneaking her back to her dorm, he had forgotten about any girls for a few hours.
Ron woke Harry up, to slight grumbles, before he checked out his class schedule for the day. He had double Transfiguration, double DADA and then a Flying Lesson. Ron squinted at his paper. Flying lessons? Only first years really took the course, although he had heard students up through third year taking it. He sighed. Whatever, at least it’s more like fun than a class.
Ron peeked at Harry’s schedule, wondering how different they would be. Instead of flying, Harry had double Potions, but otherwise they had the same classes that day. Ron knew that they would be split up a lot since this was their last year of school, but he was glad that he still would be with his best mate through most of it.
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Draco was already at a table for breakfast with Neville and Luna by the time Hermione arrived, lugging her heavy bag. He smiled at her, a feisty smile, full of knowing. He was raised to be a gentleman however, and wasn’t going to say a word with other people around. Even though Neville and Luna seemed to be in their own little bubble, it simply wouldn’t be polite to ask Hermione how far she had gone with Krum.
There were a chorus of good mornings, as Hermione sat next to Draco. “We really should choose a smaller table in the morning; the others tend to sleep a bit late.” Hermione was eyeing all the extra chairs, it made her a little melancholy to see so much emptiness.
Draco agreed as he helped himself to kippers and toast. He was about to ask about her classes when she saw Hermione’s eyes widen at Neville and Luna. He turned to look, but didn’t understand the significance. Luna was cozying up to Neville, they looked like any regular cutesy couple at their school.
“Are you guys back together then?” Hermione asked, putting marmalade on her toast.
Luna laughed, the sound cheery and bright, making the morning feel warmer. Neville flushed scarlet as he answered the question. “No, we’re still broken up.”
Hermione’s face remained confused but Draco understood, giving Neville a wink. Luna didn’t notice, still snuggled into his side.
Hermione was about to ask when Draco breathed into her ear. “They’re still shagging.”
            “Why?!” she was a bit too loud and Neville looked even more embarrassed, but Luna smiled as if nothing had happened.
Draco shrugged so Luna chimed in, “He’s cute. And I still like him. I just don’t want to settle down with one person yet.”
Neville looked a little uncomfortable at her frankness, but ate his breakfast calmly, still letting her be nestled into his side.
Draco pulled out his class schedule, checking it again. Doubles in Transfiguration, DADA and Potions, but asterisks next to each. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he could ask McGonagall during class. “Granger what’s your schedule look like?”
Hermione handed over her schedule, still eating but careful not to get crumbs or marmalade on her parchment.
“We have the same classes today.” Draco sounded blaze about it, but Hermione could tell he was pleased. It was always nice to have friends in the same classes after all.
“I’m very excited, I believe the first part will be with the seventh years, and then we will have just us eighth years brushing up our skills for our N.E.W.T.S” she was full of energy just thinking about learning.
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Harry was almost late to Transfiguration. In fact, he just barely made it into the very full classroom, panting. Ginny had gone ahead of him when Nearly Headless Nick had asked Harry for a word. Unfortunately, it hadn’t been an important matter, Nick just enjoyed Harry’s company. So, when Harry finally managed to politely end the conversation, he thought for sure he would get detention on his first day.
Everyone was staring at him. But McGonagall merely turned to the chalkboard and began writing; it was her signal for class to commence. Harry breathed out in relief before plopping down into the empty seat next to Ron. Ginny was near the front with some friends, and Hermione and Draco were at a desk nearby. Harry noticed that the eighth years that continued with Transfiguration were seated in the back, while the seventh years were in the front.
Hermione and Draco’s quills were scribbling away furiously, taking down notes from the chalkboard while McGonagall went over some review from the year before. Ron was also taking notes for once, less quickly and with less accuracy than their best friend, but he was getting the main points down. Harry quickly starting writing too, his quill scritching on the parchment. He hadn’t realized how much he missed school.
The notes and review portion didn’t take very long, and soon the Headmistress was putting them all to the test. She gave a high-pitched whistle and a large amount of cats were running in from her old office, each one jumping onto a desk in front of a student, tails swishing, eyes unblinking as they stared a student in the face.
“We will be focusing on conjuring, and human transfiguration this year, going into excessively complex work, however I feel that cats will be a great refresher for all of you. If you fail to transfigure the cat by the end of the period, you will be assigned five feet of parchment on the theory of transfiguring animals and why you specifically failed in your task. If you cannot transfigure the cat by our next class, you will drop the course and find a new subject, as human transfiguration is even harder, and more dangerous.” McGonagall spoke sternly, but she was speaking to the seventh years only. The eighth years had been tested, and if they failed, they would certainly have even more work as well as a lecture.
Harry stared into the green eyes of the cat in front of him. It was a very shaggy, fluffy looking black cat, with a slightly squashed face. He glanced around the room and saw that Hermione’s cat was already an elegant vase. It had an intricate Chinese pattern on it, and honestly Harry wouldn’t have known it was a cat to begin with. Draco followed soon afterwards, turning his cat into a beautiful candelabra, a confident smirk oh his pale features.
Harry noticed the Headmistress watching him, and turned back to his cat, who was now licking himself rather noisily in front of him. He lifted his wand, blocking out all noise and movement around him, and focused his energy into the spell. His wand easily funneled his power through to the cat is if he were pouring water from a pitcher. Harry allowed himself a small smile at his results. The ottoman in front of him was soft and cushy, he utilized the characteristics of his cat to get his best results.
McGonagall acknowledged her eighth years with a nod; she waved her wand delicately over her head, and their cats were cats again, marching back to the office. Some of the seventh years looked frustrated, only a few had achieved the transformation so far. The eighth years started to relax, except Hermione and Draco who were poring over their books, when McGonagall summoned pigs. Harry sighed as the pig sat in front of his desk grunting softly, too big to sit on top. He should have known that McGonagall wasn’t going to go easy on them when they succeeded, she would just test their knowledge even further than her practicals did. Harry screwed up his face as he concentrated again, knowing that pigs were even trickier than cats.
Harry managed, after what felt like a long five minutes to transfigure the pig, but when he looked up, all the seventh years had gone, and just the eighth years remained. McGonagall was doing a one on one session with each student, Draco and Hermione looked like they were already finished as they were at the chalkboard, each scribbling furiously. It looked like it was theory about human transfiguration. They were working in tandem, and around each other, their sentences mingling to create one written essay as opposed to each doing their own interpretations. Harry skimmed it, and was lost, it looked like incredibly complex theory, he didn’t really understand what was going on, although he did know how to slightly transfigure faces.
The Headmistress finished up with Ron, who packed up his bag and leaned back in his chair, waiting for Harry.
“What is Malfoy and Hermione doing?” Harry asked before the Headmistress could speak.
“If you read your schedule you would know that this period is for individual study on the subject you attended class for. So I will discuss your work from the beginning of class, then we will decide what needs improvement, and what you can do to work on it. Those two both asked for extra work, to prove that they are ready to get Outstandings on their N.E.W.T.S. And they decided to work together to explore a theory before class is over. Don’t fuss Mister Potter,” she added seeing his face, “You are not at their level, nor do you seem to have inclination to be at their level. Your work today was quite adequate, I would just recommend you practice and write a foot of parchment about preparing for human transfiguration.”
“Yes ma’am.” Harry glanced at Ron, who was staring at the ceiling as McGonagall strode towards the duo at the front, ready to evaluate their work.
“Ron, what do you have to do?”
He shrugged, finally looking at Harry. “Similar stuff, except my stool felt too bristly to be wood. So I’ve also got to write one foot on why my spell wasn’t fully successful. Or I can come in after my flying lesson and try the pig again.”
“Should we start the essay?”
“Hahaha who are you, Hermione?” Ron couldn’t help but laugh.
Suddenly Hermione was in front of them, eyebrow raised, bag slung over her shoulder. “If you do it now, you’ll have this evening free.”
The boys rolled their eyes, but she wasn’t finished. “Well if either of you want to play Quidditch this year you should. Ginny is your co-captain this year isn’t she Harry? She mentioned earlier before class started that she wanted to start your strategy and tryouts tonight. You can’t do that if you have a pile of homework can you?”
Harry reluctantly pulled his parchment out again, dipping his quill in ink. Ron looked at him, mouth agape. “You’re really going to do it now? Bloody hell mate.” But despite Ron’s remarks, he dutifully started too, after all he wanted to play Quidditch one last year too.
Hermione smiled triumphantly, and McGonagall (who had been watching this exchange) gave her a wink, so quick that Hermione almost missed it. “I’ll see you two later, Draco and I finished the theory, so I’m off to the library before Defense Against the Dark Arts. McGonagall gave me something to look into. See you two later!” Like a whirlwind she was off, content as could be.
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