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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 a longer chapter, but for good reason, I think you will see. I have never written a sex scene before, so bear with me, I am learning as I go. Yes, yes spoiler, but I never said who, did I? Enjoy the frequent updates while you can, because when I get a second job it will be harder to fit into my schedule. Anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!
Anncia89: Yes, I am making Ron out to be a douche, but I do promise he won’t only be that. In Jk’s work after all he was also a very good friend, even though he had periods of time that he acted like this. I am so glad the chapter was enjoyable, and I hope this one will be as satisfying, if not more so! *wink.
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            The eighth-year dorm became quiet after that, as everyone settled into their rooms to sleep. But it wasn’t quiet for long. The nightmares started with Harry. He woke up, wand in hand, shouting. Ron had to restrain him, in order for him to realize where he was. Used to Harry’s nightmares, Ron headed back to bed, but before either of them could fall asleep again, they heard screaming from the next room where Draco and Blaise were rooming together.
Harry rushed into the room, wand held high, to find Draco gasping on the floor, Blaise shooting worried looks at him, frozen in shock, and a little terror at being woken so abruptly. Harry helped Draco to his feet. “Let’s go guys, I’ve got an idea.”
The boys followed Harry to the common room, where they all got comfortable, or as comfortable as possible, each shooting furtive and embarrassed glances at one another. Harry broke the silence. “Kreacher?”
With a loud crack, Kreacher appeared in the common room with a low bow. “Master Potter, how can Kreacher serve?”
“Kreacher would you mind sending us some cocoa, tea and biscuits? I think it’s going to be another long night.” Harry asked politely, and automatically, as if this was a question he had asked many times before.
“With pleasure sir.” With a rusty half smile, and another bow, Kreacher disappeared with another crack.
“Cocoa? That’s your solution?” Blaise asked disdainfully, eyebrow cocked haughtily.
Harry shrugged. “Would you rather be up all night, alone with your thoughts?”
Blaise was quiet, his face scrunching into a frown. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t leave the comfort of the couch either.
Kreacher reappeared, slightly startling the boys. He set a tea tray loaded with the requested comfort foods on a table in the middle of the common room, and another loaded with saucers next to it. “Will that be all sir?”
“Yes Kreacher, thank you. Would you like to join us or go back to the house?” Harry’s question astonished Draco.
“Master Potter is kind, but Kreacher must get back to mistress.” Kreacher rasped and disapperated with a crack.
“Do… Do you hang out with your house elf Potter?” Draco asked incredulously as Harry poured a cup of cocoa, grabbed a biscuit and handed them to Ron, who was looking anywhere but at Draco, a light bruise having formed on his cheekbone.
“I do. He’s family now, and he knows more than people give him credit for. Whenever I’m at the Black house in fact, its just him and me.” Harry grabbed another saucer. “Tea or cocoa Malfoy?”
“Uh, tea please.” Malfoy felt surreal in this moment. Here he was, sharing a dorm with his old rival, having tea and biscuits in the middle of the night, as some sort of cure or distraction from nightmares.
“Zabini?” Harry asked after passing Malfoy his cup.
Despite his earlier comment, Zabini chose cocoa, and the boys sipped and nibbled, listening to the fire crackling in the fireplaces.
“So…what happens now?” Blaise asked, feeling slightly calmer, but still finding this whole thing rather mundane.
“Just wait. I have a feeling we won’t be the only ones with trouble tonight.” Harry looked towards the girls dorms, and leaned back more securely in his chair. Ron, despite his length, was all curled up in a corner of the couch, still refusing to look at Draco, and staring at the ceiling lost in thought.
As if on cue, Hermione appeared from her dorm, wrapped in her robe, carrying several knitted blankets and stopped short when she saw people in the common room. “Mione, join us.” Harry said, smiling at her. Ron whipped his head around at her name, beaming at her.
“I…I couldn’t sleep so I thought I would bring out these blankets I made to use in here…I don’t want to intrude.” She was hesitant.
“Please Mione, did you have nightmares too?” Harry asked, already preparing her a cup of tea.
She nodded, accepting defeat and laid the blankets on a chair next to Blaise before sitting down on a cushion on the floor. She accepted her tea, and drained the cup, relishing the warmth and calm it brought.
Before long, every eighth year was in the common room. Whether they woke up from nightmares, or from the noise coming from the rest of the group, no one could tell, but somehow Harry had managed to get the group talking and laughing, almost forgetting the tragedy and horrors they had all been through.
Draco surveyed the room after a few hours, and couldn’t help but be amazed at the change. Blaise was in his armchair, his legs thrown over the side, waving his cookie around in the air as he mock argued with Longbottom who perched on the sofa next to Draco, one of Hermione’s blankets thrown about him like a cape about the best fertilizer to use for snargaluffs.
Across from them Potter was having an avid Quidditch conversation with Dean and Seamus, Seamus snuggled on the ground between Dean’s legs. Periodically Dean would caress Seamus’s head or face from above, causing Seamus to blush. Harry didn’t seem to notice.
Hermione was still on her cushion, but more sprawled out, she ignored Ron staring at her as she spoke with Lavender, Daphne Greengrass and Theo Nott. Most likely talking about school.
Hannah was drifting in and out of sleep on the couch Ron was sitting on, her feet just shy of hitting his lap, a blanket thrown over her, while Padma perched on the armrest, stroking her hair, returning the comfort from earlier.
The last of the eighth years; Justin, Susan and Ernie were sitting at some of the desks, watching Ernie stubbornly see how many biscuits he could dissolve in his tea.
Draco smiled as he watched all of this go on around him. He understood now what drew people to the infamous Harry Potter, more than his famed exploits. A summer’s worth of correspondence could never reveal the type of person Harry was. But this? This was what Potter had been fighting for in the war.
            Within an hour or two, everyone had either fallen asleep in the common room, or managed to get back to their own beds. Harry was the last one awake, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep, despite the comforts and distractions. He just kept seeing the faces of the people who had died, some of them accusing, all of them screaming. He needed the one person who could soothe him.
            Even though it was three a.m, Harry dug his trousers out from earlier, and pulled a ring out from his pocket. Ginny had given it to him over the summer, after he gave her a locket. He took his wand and murmured a spell that had become familiar to him during his time leading D.A. If Ginny was awake, she would feel her locket heat up, and open it to find the place he wanted to meet her.
            In less than a minute his ring heated up in the palm of his hand, and he immediately stowed it away safely, grabbed his invisibility cloak and headed to the empty classroom closest to Gryffindor tower.
            Ginny was already there when he arrived, lifting a disillusionment spell off of herself. After he closed the door behind him, dropping his cloak to the floor, Ginny launched herself into his arms, kissing him so fiercely he almost forgot to lock the door behind him. Ginny tore her lips away from his long enough to utter a silencing charm before claiming him once again.
            Harry backed her up slowly, until they hit a desk. He lifted her up onto it, and untied her robe, exposing one of the lace nighties he had gotten for her when they started having late night trysts. Harry grinned and kissed up and down her neck, nibbling sensitive spots, making her sigh and gasp as her body trembled.
            Ginny spread her legs, allowing Harry to step between them, eliminating the space, causing even more heat. Harry’s hands cupped her breasts and caressed her thigh, slowly inching upwards. Harry’s kisses trailed to her tits, and he suddenly sucked her nipple through her nightie, causing Ginny to moan aloud.
            Her nipples hardened, becoming vividly outlined under the lace, and Harry carefully licked, and caressed each one, Ginny’s moans causing a familiar swelling.
            Harry knelt down in front of the desk and pushed up her nightgown, exposing her dripping sex. He pulled her closer, causing Ginny to lean back on her elbows, giving Harry better access. She removed his glasses, grinning coyly.
            He kissed slowly up her thighs, licking along the way, causing Ginny to shiver in anticipation. He teased her, letting his fingers lightly trace over her folds, he could feel her need growing as she clenched her fingers on the desk. Harry slipped one finger past the folds, enjoying her wetness and gently massaged around her clit, enjoying her breathy sighs and quivering body.
            “Harry, please,” Begged Ginny suddenly, lifting herself to look at him. “Plea-Oh!”
            Harry didn’t need to be told twice, as soon as he heard her beg, his mouth was on her clit, immediately ravishing it. He moaned around her clit, letting her know just how much he was enjoying her. Harry slowly delved one digit into her untouched sex, loving the way she constricted around it.
            Ginny was in heaven. It hadn’t taken long for each of them to get attuned to the other’s body, and Harry never failed to give everything he had whenever they made love, including their first time in the old shed at the Burrow, while her mother hung laundry on the lawn. If they hadn’t put a silencing charm up, Mrs. Weasley would have definitely heard Ginny scream that first time!
            As she neared completion, Ginny grabbed Harry’s hair, guiding him to the exact spot she wanted this time. He eagerly took the direction, and added a second finger, making Ginny feel full as he pumped in and out. “Ohhhh Harry, I’m close.”
            He kept at it, varying his pressure until she whispered, “Gods.” He knew he found what she needed and concentrated, savoring her taste, feeling how close she was.
            When she came, she let out a long, breathy moan, Harry’s name on her lips, that would have made a dead man’s penis stand to attention.
            Harry’s cock was full on throbbing now as he frantically lowered his pajama bottoms and aligned himself against her drench pussy. As she was coming down from her orgasm, he pushed inside of her easily. Ginny pushed herself up on her hands, wrapping her legs around him to pull Harry deeper into her.
            Harry groaned at the sensation, and wrapped his arms around her, hands pulling her hips close. Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck, only her buttocks supporting her weight on the desk as she pressed her forehead to his, matching him breath for breath, moan for moan.
            “Ginny…” Harry groaned with a final thrust, spilling into her, making her breath hitch as a smaller release hit her as well. Between quiet sensual kisses, where she tasted her juices on his tongue, Harry whispered the words she never tired of hearing. “I love you.”
            “Oh Harry, I love you more than anything.” Ginny murmmered in his ear as he cradled her against him, savoring and basking in their afterglow.
            After a few more languid, sweet moments of holding his love in his arms, he reluctantly released her, allowing her to tidy herself, as he pulled up his own clothing.
            “Can I escort you to breakfast later?” Ginny asked Harry teasingly as she put her robe back on.
            “I’ll be in front of Gryffindor tower by 7:15,” Harry replied, kissing her cheek. He grabbed his invisibility cloak from the floor, and put it on quickly. If he didn’t leave now, he wouldn’t want to leave until way past breakfast. Harry let Ginny leave first, watching her wake the Fat Lady, before heading back to his dorm, calm and satisfied.
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