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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: This is the end of the first day of classes! Woo! I know too many chapters later, but now I can progress forth. For all of you Dramione fans, please be patient, when it comes it’ll be perfection I promise. And soon we shall see more of Ron too. Thanks for your patience, and thank you for reading!
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            Hermione smoothed her hair back into a messy bun, looking at herself in the mirror as she tied it, trying to hide what she had been doing before meeting her friends for lunch. She expected to feel different… Ginny said she did after having sex for the first time. So did Luna. But despite some physical soreness, Hermione didn’t feel different at all.
            She looked herself in the mirror; she studied her appearance for any changes. Her lips were soft and full, her hair still wild despite her efforts to tame it, and she looked into her own deep brown eyes, all she saw was uncertainty. Hermione clenched the sink, looking down, suddenly desperate to avoid looking at herself. But she forced her head up slowly, hands gripping the sink even more tightly as she thought about what happened in Krum’s office.
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            Hermione had shut the door behind her, knowing that even though he had no class at the moment, it was best to keep wandering eyes away. When she turned around, she noticed he kept a professional distance between them, and internally she began to resign herself.
            “I want to apologize for last night Hermione. I had no right to treat you as a girlfriend… especially when I’m your teacher now. And you wrote you were involved with someone else in a letter… I got in the way, I was selfish. I’m sorry.” He spoke, in his new cultured English, making Hermione feel he was that much more of a stranger.
            “Viktor you did nothing wrong… Well I guess technically not nothing, after all you are staff at the school, but I might be training to be staff, so is it really that bad? But you didn’t interfere with any of my relationships, Ron and I decided to just be friends after all, but if you really feel like nothing should happen between us, then I guess I’ll just go.” Hermione spoke rapidly, her bag held tightly in her hands. She wanted a quick, non-awkward getaway since he was ending it before it truly could begin.
            “Hermione, wait!” He cried out suddenly, springing himself from the desk to stand right in front of her. “You aren’t seeing anyone?”
            “Well no… I thought we were seeing each other… after last night… I just assumed that we would start something, but it was my mistake, I’m sorry.”
            “I want to see you.”
            His words stopped Hermione’s fumbling for the doorknob behind her. “What? You’re not ending it?”
            “I only wanted to end it if it meant getting in someone else’s way. I want you.” His voice gained some huskiness as he spoke, and he drew closer to her, lightly cupping her face in his hands.
            She breathed out, suddenly a little light headed at his touch. “Oh Viktor, I want you too.”
            “I’m yours.” And his lips crashed against hers, the sparks causing Hermione to drop her bag, just barely missing their feet. Within seconds she was lost in his kisses, fire consuming her body. She barely noticed when he easily picked her up and laid her down on a worn settee that was shoved in a corner of his office, an overflowing bookshelf next to it. Normally the sight of books would send her into a reading frenzy, but this time she was frenzied for an entirely different reason.
            Krum’s hands moved over her body on top of her robes, almost too practiced. She was thrilled about what they were doing, but he seemed to not be spending enough time helping her arousal along. She dismissed it though as his tongue danced with hers, making her head swim with lust. She allowed herself to be lost in the moment, allowing the fire to devour her.
            “I want you.” Krum purred in her ear, his voice sending shivers down her body. She had forgotten how much she loved his deep baritone.
            “Me… too…” she gasped out as he nipped at her neck. She felt so warm, her robes were causing her to heat up, and she shrugged out of them as best as she could, leaving them underneath her, her school uniform exposed.
            To her chagrin her skirt had risen higher than she anticipated, and her panties were on full display for Krum above her. But she didn’t say anything, noticing the lust in his eyes as he yanked them off of her, her skirt with it, exposing her sex completely for him.
            She colored slightly as he continued to kiss her, fumbling with his shirt in the process. She helped him remove it and began re-exploring his body. She really hadn’t gotten enough of him the night before. Hermione’s heart raced when she watched Viktor remove his pants and boxers. He was erect and her breathing became rapid, and she moved her eyes away, a little shy all of a sudden.
            Viktor unbuttoned her blouse, removing her school tie as he did so, exposing her bra and he kissed along her collarbone, making her heat up even more. She felt his member press up against her, and she stilled, suddenly nervous.
            Krum felt her body seize, and stopped just before entering her. She could tell how much he wanted her as he gazed into her eyes. She took a deep breath, finding her courage, and lifted her pelvis for him, allowing Viktor to slowly inch in his cock.
            Hermione pulled his body down onto hers as he entered, not wanting him to see her face. She had been on fire before, but now all she felt was pain. She knew if he saw that, he would stop. And she didn’t want him to stop. Once he was all the way in, he rested for a moment, allowing her to try to regain her breath. When he felt her relax again, he started moving, his foot on the ground giving him purchase as he didn’t fully fit on the settee.
            He heard her gasping as he rocked her. He wanted to be gentle, but she kept constricting on his throbbing member. He wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or involuntary, but it felt so good, he could help but moan. He sped up, enjoying hearing her gasps, and adding his own groans. He pushed himself up on his arms to get better traction, and so he could see her face. Her eyes were squished shut, her nails embedded into his lower back as she clung to him.
            “Are you okay?” he asked her in a hushed tone, slowing down slightly. “Do you want me to stop?”
            “Don’t… stop.” Hermione managed to breathe out, opening her eyes. “Keep going.”
            Krum obliged, thrusting into her at a steady pace. Before too long his orgasm began to build. Hermione sensed it and pulled him close again, kissing him, trying to help him along, even though she didn’t know how. She knew when he came though, as he went rigid, a grunt escaping his lips even though they were glued to hers. He relaxed after a moment, slipping out of her and rotating the both of them so that his back was on the frame of the settee and she was nestled into his arms, spooning, both of them just barely fitting on the sofa.
            “You were amazing.” He murmured into her ear. To her disbelief, he was asleep before she could respond.
            Hermione waited a few moments, listening to his even breathing. When it didn’t change, she extracted herself from his embrace and began gathering up her clothing, her thoughts a jumble.
            She felt warmth running down her legs, and became glad that Viktor wasn’t awake to see it. She hastily grabbed her wand, whispered a cleaning spell, and her blood, mixed with his semen vanished. Hermione dressed, penning a quick explanatory note to Krum before grabbing her bag and bearing a hurried retreat to the nearest bathroom.
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            In the Great Hall, all of her friends were gathered for lunch, and she was pleased with how well she carried on with them, as if she had merely spent an hour in the library. It pleased her even more that Krum had apparently only slept for a little while, as he was also present at lunch, at the head table.
            Her thoughts may have been occupied by her tryst with a teacher, but she did so well at keeping up appearances that when she went to potions, no one had suspected a thing. Not even Draco had curious glances for her.
            In Potions Hermione sat with Harry, leaving Draco with Zabini. She didn’t want to accidentally reveal anything, and Harry was really too oblivious to realize anything if she spoke. Slughorn did a very similar lesson as the first one she had been to. He had them identify potions. In fact, all they did when with the seventh years was identify bottled potions. He allowed them to deconstruct a few that looked too similar in the vials, but overall they had to go on sight and smell. It was a trickier project than Hermione expected; nevertheless she did very well, managing to get all of them correct.
            Harry for once didn’t ask for her help, instead he seemed determined to figure it out on his own, and he managed to only get two potions wrong, causing him to grin as if he had drank too much Felix Felicis. During their study period without the seventh years Slughorn held court, not excluding any of his students for once. It was tiresome, but at least he saw the value in each of his students.
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            Ron was having a very good time. He was at the Flying Lesson, and when he arrived Madam Hooch had explained that he would be helping teach the first years, and be learning how to referee Quidditch matches. Apparently having referee experience was a good skill to have in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. As Ron wouldn’t be going pro, it was essential that he show the department his love of the game. Madame Hooch even mentioned that she had several year’s experience refereeing for pro Quidditch games before she decided to teach flying. In an instant Ron saw himself soaring through the air, black and white striped robes as he watched the Chudley Cannons play, up close and personal. That would be wicked cool.
            The first years were so tiny, and Ron, being well over six feet tall, seemed to intimidate them at first. Well that is until he flew his Cleansweep Eleven in loop de loops around them, showing the children exactly what was so cool about flying. Madam Hooch looked approvingly at Ron when he landed, because the moment he did, all of the kids, even those who looked nervous before, were saying UP with a fervor that his classmates never had. All the kids were looking at him in awe as he walked up the rows, helping the kids fix their grips. He knew he could get used to this.
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