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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 so so sorry for the hiatus! I got a second job, and then was out of town training, and now I am trying to juggle some schedules. But I made some time to write another chapter. If I’m lucky I’ll be able to write a few so that in the next couple of days I can just load them up and send them out. Also, it will not be about Ron this chapter, which I know I know will thrill you all, so let’s get on with the show!
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            Hermione closed her eyes, letting a happy groan escape her closed lips, encouraging Viktor to pick up the pace. He did, his flesh slapping into hers as they copulated in his bed, covers pulled over them, making the atmosphere literally hotter.
            “Mmm, right there Viktor. Yesss.” She breathed out as he hit her sweet spot repeatedly. She dug her fingers into the bed under her instead of his back like she wanted to; she had found out quickly that he wasn’t fond of accidental scratch marks on his body.
            He kissed her temple as he pushed himself closer to her, moving his hips even faster. Hermione moaned again, her release making her cry out as he stiffened against her, climaxing together. He nuzzled her face gently and he pulled himself to the side of her, his breathing ragged from his orgasm.
            Krum shifted his position, spooning her, and was asleep within moments, his breathing righting itself almost instantly. That was another thing Hermione had learned, he never was awake enough to go again right afterwards.
            She sighed and began slipping her clothes back on, she would needed to meet Draco in the library to finish homework. Even though she wished the sex was longer, she was satisfied that she had returned to him after she lost her virginity. She had felt so uncertain, and really hadn’t enjoyed it at all her first time, but her remembrance of her masturbating session in the bathroom was enough to spur her on. Every time since had been better, and she enjoyed the looks he gave her in the halls or in class when he passed by her.
            She still couldn’t believe that she and Krum were sleeping together. It had only been a week or so, she honestly wasn’t keeping track of the days, but it still felt improbable. It was one thing when she fantasized, but to actually have it happening? Mind blowing. Even if the sex itself wasn’t so mind blowing. Not that it was bad…
            Hermione checked her appearance in the mirror, smoothing her hair and straightening her tie. It wasn’t that the sex was bad. In fact she enjoyed herself each time. But she had cravings deep inside her that she wanted to explore. And the only time she had been able to explore them, was when she was alone. If only Krum seemed more interested in doing anything besides missionary… But really, what else was there?
            Hermione grabbed her bag and lightly walked out of Krum’s room, careful not to wake him, and began navigating the familiar halls to the library, there was still several hours to curfew. Perhaps this was a question for Draco, surely he would have an idea on how to get Viktor to be more creative.
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            Draco wasn’t surprised one bit at the sight of Hermione approaching him in the library. He knew exactly where she had come from, having easily persuaded her to confide in him about her sexual escapades with the Quidditch star. He could tell the books Blaise gave her had been helpful, but he also knew that the past few days she had seemed to be thinking hard about something, and he was dying to know what.
            “Well well Granger, did someone have a good time?” he asked playfully after making sure no one was in earshot. She was sleeping with a professor after all, it wouldn’t do to have others know of the affair.
            “Yeah. Sure, it was fine.” She said absentmindedly as she thunked her bag on the table and began rooting through it, searching for her notes.
            Draco’s pulse quickened as he observed her face. She seemed happy…ish? He really couldn’t understand what that would mean to tell the truth. “Just fine?”
            “Malfoy its nothing of importance. These notes though,” she exclaimed triumphantly, holding her thick wad of parchment in the air, “Are extremely important. Even for you.”
            He made a face at her, but helped her lay out her notes on the table, comparing them to his. They worked quietly for a few moments, each adding small details that one of them recorded but the other didn’t. When that was finished, she was tasked with reviewing Arithmancy lessons, similar to what she did with McGonagall’s class. Draco, watched her, still curious.
            When he noticed that her eyes stopped actively reading, and she appeared to be stuck on the same spot, he knew that was his best opening. To his surprise, she snapped her book shut, lesson plan inside and huffed, finally turning to him.
            “How can I get him to do more in bed?”
            Draco’s mouth twitched, but he managed to contain his amazement. She ignored him, continuing on, her voice hushed, but desperate. “Its much better than our first time…but I keep wanting more… I don’t even know what I want him to do, but he hasn’t done anything different, and he doesn’t really like me doing anything different. Is it normal to be mostly satisfied, but yet not at all?”
            She paused, blushing as she realized that she had just blurted everything out. At the same time though… Why should she be embarrassed? He had offered, and she really wanted to know that this was normal…that everything was okay.
            “By kind of satisfied but not really, what exactly do you mean?” he asked, intrigued. He, of course, had never had that problem.
            “It feels good while its happening…but my orgasm never is as powerful as when I masturbate, or when I’m thinking about us shagging.” Hermione said honestly, staring Draco deep into his eyes, kind of enjoying the slight flush around his neck. At least she wasn’t the only one feeling awkward.
            Draco discreetly gulped, trying to keep his breathing calm. The instant idea of the Hermione Granger touching herself to orgasm made him feel warm, and there was definitely arousal happening beneath his robes. He pushed the thought aside for the moment, she deserved his full attention.
            “Simply put… have you ever tried blowing him?” Draco was proud of that suggestion until he saw Hermione giving him a death glare. “What?”
            “I did read the book you know, so yes I tried. He doesn’t really go for it an he does not reciprocate.”
            “Oh.”
            Hermione huffed again, slightly annoyed. Draco tried again.
            “How about you on top?” Draco had other ideas…but well, they were probably too adventurous for her.
            She sighed yet again, but this time a resigned sigh. “Still not totally helpful Malfoy. Remember the book? I’ve tried all the basic stuff. I need help with something a little more advanced.”
            “Okay well, he’s your boyfriend right? Why not just actually say this to him? Guys tend to be pretty responsive to their girlfriends wishes.” He wanted to help her…but at the same time, there was only so much he could do, he wasn’t there after all during their interludes.
            “He’s not though.”
            “What now?”
            “We did some research… We can’t be official until I am no longer a student. Relationships are kind of like a contract as you know.”
            “Sure.” Draco agreed, still not quite following.
            “Well did you know that when you are official with someone as an adult, your magic becomes slightly attuned to each other? Marriage makes it more powerful, but its still there.”
            “Yeah, thats basic pureblood knowledge.” Draco smirked.
            “One of the intricacies of becoming a professor at Hogwarts requires signing of certain magical contracts. One of which prohibits a relationship with a student.” She was slowing it down, waiting for Draco to catch on. He didn’t.
            “Granger get to the bloody point.”
            “If we became official it would break his contract.” She said simply.
            “No shit Hermione, but doesn’t you sleeping with him technically count?”
            “It breaks the spirit, but not the actual contract. It can sense the magical pairings of the bonded teacher. When its official. And it knows when the teacher is with a student, which will activate a few nasty clauses as well as terminate him. So as long as we keep it quiet, we aren’t technically breaking any rules.”
            “Well. Alright then. Doesn’t that mean you each need to see other people soon?”
            Hermione blinked at him slowly a few times. “I’m sorry what now?”
            Draco tried to keep the smug smile off of his face. It really did feel good to figure something out before she did. “Granger, you said it yourself, magic becomes attuned to the one you’re seeing. And even though you two aren’t official, if neither of you are dating casually, in addition to each other that is, then by default don’t you fall into a monogamous relationship? Especially when you say that you aren’t seeing anyone else besides each other?”
            Hermione’s eyes grew wide, panic seeping into them. She clenched her fists together, and said the only thing that made sense.
            **
            Madam Pince had just finished shooing some first years out of the library, and was beginning to make her rounds to oust the last of the students before curfew.
            “FUCK!”
            Madam Pince started by the female scream in her quiet library. Her shock instantly turned to rage and the she waved her wand fiercely over her head, quietly muttering her favorite hex.
            She watched in satisfaction as a majority of the books flew off of the shelves to form a swirling tornado inside the library. Wind whipped her face but she directed the tornado towards the source of the scream. Within seconds she saw two students running towards the library exit, as soon as they were within reach, she waved her wand again, stopping them in their tracks, the books filing themselves on the shelves again automatically.
            To her shock and anger, it was Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Miss Granger would never scream in the library without just cause, so Mr. Malfoy must be to blame. Barely looking at them, through clenched lips she uttered, “Detention Mr. Malfoy.”
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