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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: Managed to whip out a chapter on my day off, perhaps will start another one, but I do have responsibilities lol. Anyway, thanks for reading still and I know it’s a bit slow going, but for some reason I really feel like I have to put their first day of classes (in its entirety) in the story. Every time I try to skip it, it nags me. So here is the next class they attended. And a hint at something else. *wink wink* Perhaps what you want to happen will happen in the next chapter?? Thank you so much for the love on this story, I appreciate every one of you who has continued reading.
Annecia89: Hahaha funny you mention hubby writing, I have considered adding him as my beta, but he has to agree to it first lol!
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McGonagall had given Hermione three lesson plans for first year Transfiguration to look over. The Headmistress had mentioned that there were errors in the plans, and she needed to fix them. Hermione loved a challenge, but spent extra time researching using first year textbooks, as well as her own and a few teaching books. She took enough notes to allow her to finish the lesson plans in the common room instead of the library if she so chose, and packed up her materials, giving herself plenty of time to spare before DADA.
As she walked out of the library, laden down with even more books, she spotted Malfoy, leaning in the hallway, smirking. When he saw her, he strode over, and fell in step beside her.
“Were you waiting for me?”
“I was. I wanted to ask you something.” His voice was amused.
“Well after yesterday, you have that right. Oh by the way, thanks for taking the time. It was helpful.” She tried not to blush, but she felt the heat creeping up her neck. She really had to do something about this, she wasn’t the blushing sort.
“After seeing you with Krum last night, I’d say I was very helpful.” Malfoy teased conspiratorially, speaking low enough that other students wouldn’t hear as they passed.
Hermione fumbled a few of the books she was holding, dropping them to the floor. She scrambled to pick them up, but he already had gathered them. “You saw us?”
“I did. In fact Granger, I wouldn’t expect you to be the type to shag someone in a locker room, but I suppose being with a Quidditch superstar would change that wouldn’t it?” Malfoy probed. Hermione assumed it was because he was now her safe haven when it came to discussing sex.
“We didn’t shag Malfoy. I went looking for him, and when he wasn’t in his office, I tried the pitch. And I found him in the locker room getting dressed… And the next thing I knew, he had swept me into his arms and we were kissing. We just snogged. A lot…” she was very embarrassed, but tried to treat it matter of factly.
“You’re leaving something out Granger.” How the hell did he know?!
“I thought about him later… in the tub.” She whispered the last part so low he almost didn’t hear her. “It worked.”
“See Granger? I knew you had it in you. Was it as good as you hoped?” Malfoy’s words prompted her fantasy back in her mind, as well as exactly how her orgasm had felt.
She knew she was flushing. “Yes. Now please let’s change the subject before someone hears you.” They were almost at the classroom after all.
“This conversation isn’t over Granger, but for now I’ll respect your wishes.” He was sincere, but this gave him a lot to think about. He wasn’t relieved that they didn’t shag, the way he assumed he would be given his fantasies. Instead he was disappointed for her. This was a good sign that he didn’t have actual feelings for her… Right? Right.
Ron and Harry were more prompt for this class, and the moment the fifth year’s class let out they filed into the room, taking seats in the back instead of the front to let the seventh years have the better seats.
Hermione was aware that her friends would all be watching to see how she and Krum treated each other, and she would have to be very careful. Krum greeted Hermione first, but to her relief it was with a strong handshake and slight smile showing underneath his bushy eyebrows. He followed suit shaking with shaking the rest of the boys’ hands lingering on Ron in what appeared to be a very tight grip, causing Ron to scowl, but say nothing.
Internally Hermione was annoyed, but also pleased. It was occasionally nice to see a man try to intimidate his rivals…although it was rather archaic and bothersome. She didn’t have time to muse however, as class was beginning and Viktor had slumped to the front of the room. There were some hushed whispers and giggles from mostly seventh years. The class wasn’t familiar with him as a teacher, just as a competition participant, and treated him much the same as they did several years prior.
Their demeanor changed within an instant as his bored expression sharpened and his wand appeared out of nowhere waving in front of the students, a spell emitting from its tip, casting some kind of hex towards the students.
Harry bellowed, “PROTEGO!” as he lept to his feet, using the shield charm to protect the front row before the curse hit. Hermione was still in her chair, frozen, and more than a little scared. The students in the front row were gasping, one girl screamed and at the next minute, the rest of the class was on its feet, wands raised, all aimed towards their new professor.
“Very good Potter.” To the surprise of the class, Viktor Krum was smiling. Hermione noticed his English was much better, even though she could hear his accent, he took great care to enunciate.
Hermione lowered her wand and sat down again, understanding. Many other students did the same, but everyone was silent. Harry however, remained on his feet, breathing heavily, wand aimed directly at Krum.
“Despite having fought a war, most of you don’t know how to defend yourself. Potter here, on the other hand, reacted instinctively. If I was going to use more than a body binding curse, it is possible one of you would have gotten seriously hurt before someone acted.” This new professor was leaning on his desk, using his natural intense gaze to stare down his students.
            Harry was glowering at Krum, wand not lowering an inch. “The last time a teacher attacked us, he was a Death Eater in disguise. Revelio.”
            Harry finally lowered his wand when Krum’s features remained the same. He was still angry, but would let the professor talk. Until after class that is. He really didn’t want detention from a Quidditch star.
            Professor Krum noticed all of the confused and disgruntled faces around the room and his face softened. “Truly, I am sorry for the upset. And I give you my word, this will not happen again.”
            He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in to his students before turning to his stack of notes in front of him, which from Hermione’s view, looked very unorganized, making her nostrils flare.
            “I understand it that overall this class has not had the most stable schedule, and that there may be gaps in creature knowledge as well as curses and hexes, along with their counter jinxes. Is that correct?”
            Hermione’s hand shot up out of her seat on reflex. “Miss Granger?”
            “Yes that’s overall correct, however we did have some years where our knowledge is absolutely complete.”
            Krum shuffled through a few papers, obviously looking for something. He was murmuring to himself in Bulgarian though, so no one could make out what he was saying. After a moment he produced a scribbled on folder labeled seventh years. “I hate to be that professor… but this is a quiz.”
            He allowed a few groans and chuckles to escape the students before continuing. “This is everything that the Ministry believes a student of your ages and abilities should know on this subject. Even the eighth years will take this exam, and whatever the collective knowledge gaps are, are what we will cover this year.”
            Ginny raised her hand, “Miss Weasley?” Krum asked, looking directly into her face, not daring to let his eyes stray elsewhere. Hermione wasn’t sure if it was for her benefit, Harry’s or his reputation as a teacher, but she was grateful.
            “And if we pass everything the Ministry thinks we should know?”
            “Then we will choose topics in Defense that interest you, and study more interesting and specific branches of magic and dark creatures. And we will come back to the main subjects for review right before N.E.W.T.S.” he cleared his throat before continuing. “That sounds like a good reward for passing a test, doesn’t it?”
            The students seemed to agree, because for once in stead of being nervous for a test, all of the students in the room had an energetic and excited aura; it would make a person think that they were about to head to a Quidditch match or a dance.
            Krum passed out the tests himself, reminding students to only have their quills and ink out. Once the test began he ambled quietly up and down the rows of desks, not bothering any students, but being watchful of cheating. He needn’t have worried though, as most were anxious to prove their worth in any way possible in front of a celebrity. Well, a celebrity that wasn’t Harry Potter anyway.
            Hermione was flying threw her test, quite confident and pleased with her work. Harry was doing similarly, based on how fast his quill was moving, but she could feel his tenseness from a few desks away. She wasn’t happy with Viktor’s behavior… but really in comparison to the imposter Moody, and years with Snape…it wasn’t so bad… maybe? Poor timing is all.
            She finished her test, rolling up the parchment and left it at the top of her desk, ink capped and she began cleaning her quill, mentally reminding herself that she would have to owl her mum for a pack of pens. She hadn’t touched her quill all summer, and even though she loved her quills as they reminded her where she was and what she was, pens were tidier and didn’t require so much care.
            To her surprise and delight, the rest of the class was finishing up as well. She was used to being done excessively early, but perhaps this quiz was too easy, or everyone just gained more knowledge from their experiences.
            Professor Krum waited until everyone had rolled up their parchments before summoning them into a little box by his desk. “Okay everyone, I’ll grade these and by next class we shall see what kind of year we will have. Seventh years, you may leave a few minutes early. Eighth years, we shall begin after a five-minute break.”
            Ginny passed Harry’s desk on her way out, placing a chocolate frog in front of him. She knew the chocolate would help calm him down, and perhaps help him avoid detention. She smiled at him, trying to send soothing thoughts his way before she was swept up with her classmates and sent on her way to her next class.
            Ron hissed to Harry under his breath, trying not to be heard by most people, “Don’t do anything crazy, he’s a teacher now.”
            Harry rose to his feet, ignoring the chocolate and approached Krum who was sitting at his desk, again muttering to himself in Bulgarian, searching through piles of unorganized papers.
            Before he could speak though, Krum was on his feet, hand extended to Harry. “I want to sincerely apologize for my actions. I’m new at this teaching thing, and even though those methods were acceptable at Durmstrang, I now realize that they are entirely inappropriate here.”
            To Hermione’s relief, Harry’s face softened and he grasped his new professor’s hand. “As long as you know that should you do anything else like it, you’ll have me to answer to.”
            “Agreed.”
            Harry scrutinized Krum once more before smiling at him. “So… I noticed your English is way different.” That comment caused the Quidditch star to laugh, making the rest of the eighth years start. The brooding, serious figure was laughing?
            “New publicist and agent. They insisted if I was to teach for a year, I couldn’t just be myself, I would have to sound more English. Went through a rigorous speech class.” Krum looked at his wizard’s watch before addressing the class itself, while Harry returned to his seat.
            “In all honesty, I have nothing for you today. Well. I did, but I seem to have misplaced my notes. So, class dismissed.”
            With that pronouncement, Krum retreated to his office, leaving the students to pack up their belongings and leave. The students filed out quickly, as much as they revered a celebrity, lunch would be served soon and no one wanted to stay in class if they didn’t have to. Besides Hermione that is.
            She packed up slowly, reluctantly. “Hermione, Draco, want to go to the Great Hall?” Harry asked, hastily grabbing the chocolate his girlfriend had left him.
            “No I think I’ll go to the library for a bit.” Hermione’s answer was immediate, and Draco guessed what she was thinking about.
            “Yeah, alright then. Weasley, want to play chess?” Draco’s distraction worked wonders, as Ron perked up instantly, a fire and challenge in his eyes.
            “You’re on Malfoy.” The boys hurried out of the room, eager for a mental showdown between two old rivals, making Hermione laugh to herself. Sometimes boys were indeed boys. She threw a glance towards her flame’s office and sighed. Maybe this was a sign that they were just going to have one night. Maybe now that he was officially her teacher, he wanted nothing to do with her. Maybe he regretted the few things they did do.
            His voice startled her, “Miss Granger, may I see you in my office for a moment?” She whipped her head up, and saw him standing in the doorway. She hadn’t even heard the door open.
            “Of course sir.” She tried to keep the anticipation out of her voice. For all she knew, he was telling her that nothing could happen again.
            She grabbed her bag and entered his office, heart beating quickly and closed the door behind her.
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