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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: Thank you Jan and Anon-Ben-Jamin so much for the reviews! I’m glad the story is interesting and holding your attention. This chapter is for the two of you. Hope you like it.

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            Hermione only managed to sleep in small intervals that night. Blaise had been gone before she got there, and Lavender had been asleep, her pale skin peeking out from under the sheet. Hermione was grateful, she just needed to think.
            And think she did. But she got nowhere with all of her thinking. She was sort of kind of with Krum. But she liked Draco. And he liked her. She had the option of having both of them, something that she knew was rare. But despite her desires and burgeoning sexual interests, she wasn’t prepared for a threesome. And she wasn’t sure if she was the kind of person who would be ready for one.
            By the time the sun rose, the only thing she had absolutely decided on was that she wanted to be alone. So, she gathered her books, quills and parchment, and instead of heading to the library as she knew was expected of her, even on the weekend, she headed to Hogsmeade, to a certain cave she knew would be completely abandoned.
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            “Harry. Mate, wake up.” Ron’s voice was excited and all together too loud for so early in the morning as Harry groggily gained consciousness.
            “What?” he wasn’t happy being woken up, but Ron treasured sleep, so he knew it had to be important.
            Ron sat on his bed, waiting for Harry to sit up. When he did Ron clasped his hands together, his eyes shining. “I need to tell you something. Something important.”
            “Okay.” Harry drawled slowly, slipping his glasses on.
            “I’m bisexual.” Ron said bluntly, grinning as he did.
            Harry smiled. “Cool. How do you know?” he hadn’t meant to ask that; he knew a bit too late that that was a rude question. It was like asking Harry how he knew he loved Ginny. It was just a part of who he was.
            Ron didn’t take the question badly, knowing his best friend meant well. “I had sex with a guy last night. And a girl. Well, technically I had sex with them at the same time.”
            At this Harry was fully awake and was gaping at Ron, mouth hanging open. “Sorry, what now? Who with?”
            “Luna and Neville.”
            “Luna and Nev- bloody hell!”
            “Hey that’s what I say,” Ron joked, kind of enjoying the shocked look on Harry’s face.
            “You’re telling me you slept with Luna and Neville last night.” Harry repeated slowly, trying to absorb all of this information.
            “Hermione’s right, you really are oblivious sometimes.”
            Harry took a moment before getting to his feet. Ron looked surprised as he leaned down and hugged his ginger friend. “Fine, I’m oblivious. But I’m happy for you.” Confused maybe by his friend’s up and down feelings, but happy.
            Ron hugged Harry back fiercely. He had shown confidence, but a small part of him had been worried Harry would be judgmental or disgusted. “I’m going to ask Neville to be my boyfriend.”
            “You do that. But first lets talk over breakfast. I really feel like I missed something here.” Harry rubbed his face tiredly, the onslaught of information a bit overwhelming.
            “Fine, I guess it can wait.” Ron was amicable, but he tapped his fingers on his knee as he waited for Harry to dress, mind already starting to wander to a certain Gryffindor boy.
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            Neville was sitting alone at a table for two in the Great Hall, desperately scanning the entrance every time a student entered, hoping it was Ron. They hadn’t made breakfast plans, but Neville wanted to see him. He knew it was fast, they had really only been on one date, and it was almost accidental. Sure he got laid, but Luna was there too. While it had been fun, he wanted Ron to be his and not share him for a while.
            His plan was simple. Invite Ron to the Quidditch Pitch where Ginny and several members of the House team were waiting. As soon as they saw Neville and Ron approach they would kick off into the air, holding a banner Neville had spent the rest of the night making, asking Ron to become official. He was rather lucky that Ginny had agreed to help. She still thought her brother was a prat for the way he had treated Hermione.
            Neville ate mechanically, his eyes glued to the doors still, so entranced that he didn’t notice when the seat across from him was no longer vacant. In fact it wasn’t until he heard a certain breathy laugh that his focus wavered and he looked at the person across from him.
            Luna sat, wearing a flowery tank top and semi-tight pajama bottoms, her hair a mess, looking rather similar to how it did after their tryst the night before. She was smiling at him, a shy smile he hadn’t seen from her since they first started dating at the beginning of summer. That smile had faded as she realized he just wasn’t as adventurous about the world as she was, when she had decided that even though they were compatible, anything more than a simple sexual relationship just wasn’t for them.
            But it was back in full force now, making his heart beat quicker and encouraging a stiffening in his pants at the thought of how she had moaned under him the night before. He couldn’t help it, some attractions didn’t go away overnight.
            Luna scooted her chair around, so they were side by side and she lay her hand on his thigh as she smiled up at him. “Thank you for a lovely time last night Neville.”
            He swallowed, his throat going dry. “You’re welcome.” What else was he supposed to say? It wasn’t Luna who had been on a date with him. She just kind of happened.
            “After last night I was wondering if we could try again. Besides just sex. I loved the way you treated Ron. I remember when you treated me that way. I miss it.” Her tone was matter of fact. She was someone who enjoyed casual sex without commitment so much it surprised him that she craved the tenderness and intimacy again. It wasn’t at all what he had been expecting.
            He just gaped at her for a moment, unsure of what was happening as she leaned in, her face inches from his. She moved slowly, her intents completely visible in her eyes, and instead of stopping her when her lips touched his, his arms automatically pulled her slightly closer, deepening the kiss.
            He heard the noise of students around them, his eyes closed, but didn’t care as she slid onto his lap, her hands cupping his face, as she subtly ground her firm ass onto his ever-growing problem.
            What he didn’t know was that during this kiss, Ron and Harry had walked into the Great Hall with big smiles on their faces. Ron looked at Neville with Luna cradled passionately in his lap and his ears had gone red, while his face had gone white.
            Neville regained his senses as flashes of the night before came to his mind. And how even with fucking Luna, the only thing that had made the night worth it was Ron and he broke the kiss, and guided her off his lap. “I’m sorry Luna. But I don’t want to get back together. I want to be with Ron.”
            She was smiling, unbothered. “I understand. I hope you two are happy. And maybe let me join again once in a while.”
            As she spoke he turned his eyes back towards the entrance and spotted a humiliated looking Ron, who upon locking eyes abruptly spun around and walked away, a baffled looking Harry following at his heels.
            “Shit.”
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